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Surprise

By: WeJaySal



Sam and Pat had been having an enjoyable time on vacation. They had a campsite and had their camper all set up and homey. It was on a somewhat secluded site and through the week was a quiet place, which worked out nicely. Pat could walk with a long shirt and naked underneath. Sam felt the freedom and was comfortable with just a pair of boxers. 

One day he had sat on the picnic table and Pat sitting in front of him had sucked him to completion letting his cum spray onto her chest and run down between her breasts. He loved the feel of her lips around his cock, but also got excited watching her masturbate him and making his cock unload while he watched. This was what their sex life was like. Both of them enjoyed fantasies and watching an X movie. If one or the other felt the 'urge' they thought nothing of 'taking care of it' and if the other partner wanted to join it was welcomed, but if it was solo there were no hard feelings. 

They were both in their mid to late 40's and hadn't been married long, both of them coming from other marriages, but they had known one another since their late teens. Both liked to hear stories of things that had happened in the others past which usually led to one or both of them getting off. Sam was amazed how Pat's breasts and pussy had not changed over the years and her body was still as enjoyable and exciting as when they were teenagers. The exception being over the years each had learned how to better enjoy their body and their lover's.

He had to leave to take care of some business one afternoon and wouldn't be back until early evening. As he got ready to leave he gave Pat a kiss , "have a safe trip and think of me and your fantasy from last night. I think I'll have to take care of something this afternoon." she smiled. 

Driving, he got to thinking about the previous night, and he could picture her laying on the bed watching a movie or reading a story and playing between her legs. Pat kept her pussy shaved and he loved to watch the lips swell and turn pink when he would open them for his tongue to enter her or when she would face him and spreading them press her vibrator against them. His fantasy from last night was really his favorite one. Pat had a girlfriend she had known from when she had finished college about 10 years earlier that he loved to include in his fantasies. 

She and Pat had never been together, but he loved to think about them 'doing' each other while he watched or joined in. He would get excited talking about the two of them going down on each other or him fucking Pat from behind while she ate Terry's pussy. When he would get to the point where he couldn't talk anymore she would tell him what she looked like naked...what her pussy looked like...what her breasts were like and then she would take his cock in her hand and finish him or he would shoot his load of cum up inside her. It never failed to excite him, or Pat, as within moments of his load she would climax. 

Her body rocking as orgasm after orgasm racked her. His mind returned to the thought that at this moment Pat was spread wide on the bed and masturbating... he knew his business wasn't going to take long at all......he had to get back!

The sun was beginning to drop behind the hills when he pulled back into the campsite. He had tried to hurry the day and it had been a difficult day. He couldn't stop thinking about her spread on the bed and the fantasy, so he had worked all day with his cock half hard and confined in his pants. She was going to get the full load that had building he thought to himself. As he pulled up he could see Pat moving inside the dark camper. Grabbing a beer from the cooler he loosened his tie and stepped inside. Pat stood there in the half darkness completely naked the strap-on dildo protruding from her crotch, pointing lewdly at him. Reaching out she began removing his clothes. 

"I've been waiting for you, stroking this cock, thinking about your cock ramming me from behind. My pussy is dripping wet waiting for this." Dropping to her knees she pulled his pants down and took his hard cock in her mouth and began sucking him deep. 

"Bend over the bed and I'll put this deep in your cunt! Put the vibrator on your clit and I'll stroke the fake cock for you." He told Pat with a low guttural tone as she sucked and licked his cockhead. "I've been hard all day thinking about your empty pussy." 

Standing, Pat helped him step out of his pants and grabbing his cock looked him straight in the eye, "Yeh, you've been thinking about putting this cock into Terry's cunt! You want to fuck her!" Pat, wrapping her fingers around his shaft began to jack it up and down. He held her shoulders as his knees went weak from her actions. "Yes...yes I have, oh God I want to cum in you."

"Well, I've been fucking her all afternoon with this dildo, and I really need to feel your cock inside me!" As she spoke she slipped past him leaving him facing the bed. Moving behind him she pressed the dildo up between his legs and reaching around took his cock in her hand and stroked. "Wouldn't you love to fuck me from behind while I," she pressed the fake cock up between his legs, "fucked Terry with this!"

"Yes....yes....YES...I want to see you fuck her!" he almost shouted.

Stepping away from him and turning she spoke over her shoulder, "Then come do it. Fill me with your cum while I fuck her."

Sam turned to say something to her and that's when he saw Terry laying on the other bed naked with her legs spread and her fingers working her clit. As he started to speak he watched the dildo strapped to Pat disappear into the open pussy. "ohhhhhhh my ......Pat oh my .......!!!!"

"Stop talking and put that cock into me!"

Sam moved over to them and holding his cock pressed it against her opening and his cock slammed into her. He had never known her to be so wet to take his cock all at once. He looked down over her back and Terry's eyes were looking straight at him. 'This can't be happening' he thought......

"I've been eating her all afternoon and she has been eating my cunt, NOW fill me up with your cum! Slam my empty pussy with your big cock... do it honey, do it hard....PLEASEEEEEEEE..."

His balls filled and he felt the hot cum traveling down his cockshaft and the first loads erupt deep inside her...."AHHHHHHHHHHHHGAWDDDDDDDD", and he unloaded cumload after hot load inside her.....his cock slammed hard into her forcing her deeper into Terry's open pussy. His balls forcing the hot load and slamming against the latex cock fucking Terry. "Fuck her..oh God Pat!.. fuck her..." each load cumming from his cock...hot...fire...he slammed over and over not believing.....He stepped back against the other bunk and just stared attempting to catch his breath and understand what was happening before his eyes......

Pat climbed up over Terry and as Sam watched Terry's tongue came from between her lips...she began to suck and lick his cum from Pat's pussy. Between her legs she held the vibrator tight against her clit and spasm after spasm coursed through her body....the lips of her pussy trying to swallow the vibrator pressed against hit. Pat's pussy pressing tight to her mouth swallowing his cum.....He watched as both of them reached their climax. The vibrator falling away from her still spasming cunt. Pat slipped to Terry's side and lay beside her trying to catch her breath. He moved over and pulled the straps down her legs and lay the strap-on on the floor, moving back to the other bunk he sat and looked at the two naked women before him. Terry lay with her head on Pat's shoulder, her fingers lazily caressing Pat's breast. Pat hand cupped Terry's breast and it to teased the nipple. 

He sat trying to comprehend what had just happened, his mind refusing to believe that this fantasy of so many years had come true. The girls breathing became even and they slept quietly in each other's arms. Ray looked at the soft naked bodies. Both women had full bodies, not that they were fat, but mature, not like the skinny models with silicone tits. Pat had full breasts, a 38C or maybe D, Ray thought. They were a nice handful, he loved to cup the underside and lift them to his lips and suck on the small nipple and feel it harden between his lips. The light colored areolas would draw tight around them as he sucked. He enjoyed it when she would press them together and he could slip his cock between them as she licked the tip of his cockhead. His gaze traveled down her body and his eyes took in the small soft patch of pubic hair that she kept trimmed over her pubic bone and then kept herself shaved along the slit. The little tuft of light brown hair just at the top of the slit. Her legs were spread slightly and he could see the pout of the lips. They were still bright pink and swollen, somewhere at the top the hood had closed over the little pink clithead and lay relaxed. Her slit still glistened from Terry's saliva and he could see a few missed drops of his cum trickle down between her round asscheeks, disappearing into the darkness. 

His gaze moved over to Terry and his eyes explored her nakedness. She was about the same size as Pat but that was where the similarity ended. Her breasts couldn't be much more than a B size, he thought. As she lay back there was just a little round mound, but the aureoles and nipples were dark and large. Just like Pat had always told him, he smiled to himself. In the coolness of the evening they stood atop the mounds like two pencil erasers. His eyes fell to the area between her legs. Her legs were still spread wide and he had full view......Unlike Pat she didn't shave except, he could see, along the edges of her thighs. 'Probably for her swimsuit,' he thought. Her pubic hair was a light brown and thick. The soft curls formed a perfect "V". Pat's tongue had nicely separated the hairs so there was another perfect line running vertically through the "V". The slit was still open exposing the inner lips, her entire area swollen and pink. He could see the button head of her clit the moistness and inner darkness of her vagina. Everything then disappeared into the secrets of her soft round asscheeks. 

He couldn't take his eyes off the inviting open pussy. The clit exposed...the hair separated...the wet slit....his hand found his cock and he stroked. Slowly it began to grow in his fist, and he fondled his balls as his fingers continued to move up and down his shaft. The cock stretched and grew and his fingers felt the familiar knob at the head begin to enlarge. Staring at the open pussy his fingers moved faster, he knew what he wanted to do. Reaching for the bottle of oil he coated his fist and cock with so much that as he stroked he could hear the slurp of the oil working up and down the shaft. He stared at the lips...the clit...he walked the few feet and stood between the open legs, as he focused on the open slit he could see the cockhead poised over the opening....his fingers worked faster....another load of cum was building in his belly. The only thought in his mind was to watch his load of hot cream cover the pink slit...

Pat stirred and sitting up smiled up at him, "I!! know what you want to do." Hearing her, Terry propped herself up on one elbow and reaching down open her slit so her clit poked out. "Umm, I think I know to, just like you said he would do Pat." Looking up at Ray she smiled, "do you mind if I rub my clit and watch you put your cum all over it?" Ray could hardly breath and he heard them talk like this...his fist moved faster up and down his oil slicked shaft. "I've never seen a man masturbate before, I really want to see you do yourself, Pat said you love to masturbate. You want me to watch you masturbate that prick of yours, don't you Ray?"

Ray could only nod. Pure lust began to fill his mind. Their talk filled his balls and he was going to put his full hot load right on this cunt! 

"Don't cum yet, I like watching you do your big cock! Stroke it...pump it.. do you want to fuck my wet tight cunt that Pat just sucked? I think you want to fuck me, but you can't it's just for Pat's tongue and dildo, but you can watch and masturbate for me."

"Oh God! Yes I want to cum on you...fuck you....ohh," Ray couldn't hold off much longer.

Pat reached over and pulling his hand off his cock. "You can't cum yet and you aren't going to go soft either." Grabbing a cockring she pushed it to the base of his shaft and tightened it. The cum that had begun to explode in his balls suddenly stopped and he could feel the load in his belly screaming to release. 

"Terry slide back on the bed so he can get on his knees with his cock over your slit. Remember what I told you about what he likes..."

Terry moved back and Ray moaned as he got over top of her. He knew what Pat was going to do. His cock was poised right over the slit and as Terry rubbed her clit the back of her hand rubbed the engorged purple head. His cock strained for release. He felt Pat's hands moving around his tight hole..."oh no...please...nooOOOOO....," Ray screamed it felt good, but it didn't....

"Watch close Terry, he's going to shoot hot cum," Pat found the hole she was looking for and pushed the little dildo completely up inside him. Her hand found his cock and releasing the cockring she began stroking...pumping the little cock in his ass...with each downstroke she pushed it deep...Ray supported himself over Terry watching his cock get stroked...Terry's fingers stroking her clit...Pat stroking his oil coated cock...his arms began to shake ....."ohhhhhh, I have to .......". Pat's fingers moved faster, her hand pumped his backside faster....

"Ohhhhhh my God PATTTTT, I'm cumminggggggggg," Terry pressed tight against her clit and stroked it as her body was overcome with the orgasm.

He watched his first load cover her fingers and clit...."ggrrrrRRRR...AHHHH ...DAMMMMMMMMMM....FUCKKKKKKKKK....", Ray's body shook as load after load sprayed from his throbbing cock head. Pat fucked his ass harder and her fist flew up and down his shaft.....his cum spraying the open cunt....she continued stroking and squeezed the last drops from his prick. She softened her grasp and his cock began to soften, his balls hung empty between his legs. Ray stumbled back and fell onto the other bed, empty and spent....

"I need some help now." He heard Pat say and exhausted tried to watch as Terry pressed the vibrator against Pat's clit. He wanted to watch this... but he couldn't keep his eyes open, he was completely spent! The last thing his mind heard was....."ohhh yes that feels so good, I hope he liked his surprise." ......

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If you have found that this fantasy has given you a hardon or you find yourself good and wet.....and possibly gotten you 'off' please email me with your comments and any ideas for another story. Thanks :)

Surprise



“Come over here and sit on the bed” the tall man said as he led me into his bedroom. “I have something I think you will enjoy.”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked as I sat down on the end of his bed. I looked up and standing in the doorway was one of his friends, Matt. “Oh. Something I might enjoy.” Matt walked up to me, kissing me hard on the lips. His lips were soft; he brushed his tongue lightly across mine. I looked at Jeff out of the corner of my eye. He was busy adjusting the lights and playing with the radio.

Our kiss ended. “So, whose idea was this?” I was so excited at the thought of these two gorgeous men loving my body. 

He just gave me a big grin over his shoulder. “Well, we both came up with it. I thought you might like a little company tonight.” Jeff had lit a candle and had music playing in the background. Jeff walked towards the bed. Stopping to take off his hat and removing his shirt. I love the way his skin seemed to dance in the candlelight.

“How far are you willing to take this?” I reached out for both of their hands, pulling them closer to me on the bed. 

I didn’t get an answer. Matt reached down and pulled my shirt off, Jeff sat down behind me. Pulling my hair down from a bun, my long blonde hair falling down past my shoulders. He tenderly pulled it to one side and kissed the back of my neck, a soft moan escaped my lips.

Matt had reached behind me to undo my bra as Jeff’s gentle kisses moved around my neck, his hand on my face pulling it off to the side. Moaning as their hands roamed my body. I pulled Matt’s shirt off, running my hands down his dark shoulders and toned chest. 

I was leaning back into Jeff feeling his bare chest rub against my back. I brushed my cheek against his, feeling his soft skin. Moaning as I take in his warmth and loving smell. Matt was kissing down my chest, rubbing my small breast with his strong hands. I ran my hands through his long dark hair as I watched him work on my small mounds. 

I reached back with my other hand, and turning my face into Jeff, eagerly kissing our lips wanting more. Our breathing and moaning growing louder and faster. Matt’s kisses dropping lower down my stomach, reaching my shorts. He kissed down my leg as he pulled them off. 

Jeff stood up to the side of the bed I reached up and pulled his shorts down. His eyes staring down at me with passion and excitement. I took his large cock in my hands, stroking his length. 

Matt worked his way back up my legs, kissing and his hands slowly reaching my hips. I feel his hard cock through his pants. Working it slowly with my foot, feeling his breath on my inner thigh. His fingers stroked my swollen lips through the wet material. My free hand pulled him closer, running my hands roughly down his back.

I pulled Jeff closer to me, licking my lips. I run his cock across them, teasing him with my tongue at first. Then opening my mouth widely, I sucked his large head into my mouth. Circling with my tongue, taking him deeper. He ran his soft hands gently down the side of my face.

Matt’s fingers moved back and forth, I rocked my hips with his rhythm. He pulled my thong off to the side and kissing and sucking my clit. Matt worked his tongue powerfully into my wet canal. I spread my legs wide for him, squirming as his tongue worked in and out of my hot pussy. I could feel my orgasm building; they were driving me crazy. I bucked against his face as I came, his hands tightly wrapped around my hips, sucking up my juices.

Jeff was in my moaning mouth rocking forward to meet my strokes. I pulled him closer with my hand on his sexy hard ass. Jeff’s strong shoulders and arms tightened as our pace increased. I could tell he was getting ready to cum, I could taste his sweet pre-cum dripping from his manhood.

He pulled away and bent down to kiss me our tongues dancing back and forth. Our lips were pressed in a long and hard embrace. He pulled away again giving me look filled with lust. “I’m not ready yet. Matt, trade places with me.” 

Matt stood up and I quickly removed his shorts and boxers. His hard cock bounced free of his shorts. I moved on to all fours, positioning Matt in front of me. Jeff lay down between my legs on the bed. I lowered my yearning pussy down on his awaiting mouth. He sucked on my throbbing clit. My knees weakened as he plunged his tongue into my love box.

I took Matt as far as I could into my mouth, rocking my body into him. He moaned and ran his finger through my hair pulling slightly. I took him further into my mouth, sucking him deeper down my throat. 

“Oh, baby that feels so good.” Matt moaned out of his mouth.

Jeff worked his fingers into my wet pussy, as his tongue teased my clit. As he sucked and licked, I moaned and wiggled against him, as I came again. 

Jeff stood behind me rubbing his throbbing cock against my ass. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “Do you want both of us at the same time?” I just looked back with eyes full of desire. “Matt slide down under her.”

Matt slid down. He ran his strong hands along my body as he placed his cock at my opening. I lowered myself down on to his cock, letting out a delightful sigh as he entered my dripping sex. He entered me slowly, working his manhood deeper inside. Jeff slowly worked his way in from behind. Working his loving hands down my back, rocking to meet my ass with his strokes.

I arched my back and gasp with pleasure from the sweet torture of the two men loving my body. I turned my head around, Jeff’s mouth meeting mine, kissing passionately through the pounding. Matt was assaulting my bouncing breast with his mouth from below.

We were moaning and fucking and pounding, our sweaty bodies gliding against each other. Their hands on my hips pulling and pushing, their cocks buried deep inside me. The threesome was building into a state of ecstasy. Matt’s hard cock still buried in me; I came again from the friction of their two cocks fucking my holes. 

Matt’s mouth pressed hard against mine kissing hungrily. I clamped my muscle around his cock milking him as he came. I came collapsing on Matt hard chest, Jeff still pounding me from behind. I reached back to rotating Jeff’s balls in my hands; as he pounded fiercely into me, grunting loudly as he came. 

He laid down pressing his hot, sweaty body against mine, and gently kissed my lips. The three of us lay on the bed our sweaty bodies press together, out of breath with the sweet smell of sex in the air.



Surprise



You're lying on a lounge chair, out by the pool, basking in the faint breeze and warm sunshine of a beautiful Florida afternoon. Your favorite song is on the radio and the book you're reading is amazing.

You slip your bookmark between the pages and sigh. This could be such a perfect day- if only you weren't alone. He was supposed to be here by now, but his flight got cancelled. You haven't seen him in almost two months, and some German airline has the nerve to make you wait two more days.

You were so excited when he called this morning, just hearing the sound of his voice made your body tingle and knowing that his touch would soon be accompanying his voice had made you wet. But he told you he wouldn't be coming home today.. you'd have to wait a little longer...

Your body aches for him... you can still remember everything about the night before he left- his lips and hands all over you... you can almost still feel it... and you think you may die if you have to wait much longer to feel him again.

You get up, throwing your book on the lounge chair, and look around.. it's the middle of the day... you usually reserve your exhibitionist urges for after dark- but you're bored and lonely.. and want to be submersed and surrounded by something.. if not him.. then water will have to do.

You take your swimming suit off and wade slowly into the pool. You tug the scrunchie out of your hair, allowing it to fall down around your shoulders. You slip beneath the water, then resurface, pushing your hair back out of your eyes. The pool is significantly cooler than the air, teasing your nipples to attention with the chill. You lie back, floating, kicking your legs slightly and moving your arms through the water to slowly propel yourself across the pool... unaware that the eyes you long to be looking into have been carefully observing your every move...

He's torn on what to do- he wants to keep watching you... he loves this scene- you and his element, as one. Part of him wants to join you, but then you'd be aware of his presence and that would ruin the surprise. He wants to startle you, shock you- the whole reason he'd lied about the flight was to give him the opportunity to completely surprise you. He can't take his eyes off of you as you begin to do laps- first the breaststroke and then butterfly. 

You begin to lose yourself in the freedom of the cool water. You dive under, staying submerged for the entire length of the pool, coming up to gasp for air then going back under. 

He realizes that you're doing your usual workout routine, and he knows he'll have enough time to 'take care of things' before you get out. 

He's feeling a little nasty from being on the plane all day and hurries to the shower, regretfully leaving you and the pool behind. Being apart from you for two months has taken it's toll on his body- his cock painfully hard and in need of attention, and he wants to be sure nothing happens too fast when he finally gets ahold of you. He's been waiting too long for it not to last for hours when he has you in his arms again. 

As you continue your laps in the pool, he is slipping out of his clothes and into the shower. You both revel in the feel of the waters around you, thoughts of the other flooding each of your minds. 

You make it across the pool a few more times and decide you can bear it no more. Your mind is lost in thoughts of him and your body is aching to be touched, if he can't, you will, but not here. You get out of the pool, gather your things and go inside. 

Immediately upon stepping inside the door, you sense that something is not right. You dismiss the intuition, perhaps you're just so overcome with the emotions you're feeling right now- the longing for him, the need for release- that things seem a little off-kilter. 

As you walk towards your bedroom, the apprehension returns. You can hear something, it sounds like the shower, but how would that be possible? You creep into the room- the bathroom door is closed and the shower is definitely running. Who the fuck is in your house?? No one could get in here... 

You approach the bathroom door, and notice a pile of clothes on the floor. Only the tiniest part of you is afraid, suspicious- the rest of you, oddly calm. You grab the clothes, immediately recognizing the shirt and his unmistakable scent that lingered on it. But why the hell would he be home? He said he couldn't make it, his flight was cancelled, why would he have lied? 

You begin thinking and quickly remember a little "tiff" the two of you had not too long ago. You'd become somewhat bored with the predictability of your relationship with him. You know his next move before he even makes it- the way he rolls over to kiss you in the morning, what he'll want for breakfast, the words he'll mumble at night when you fall into bed... even sex wasn't what it used to be. You'd told him this.. and he'd said just wait- he'd surprise you soon enough. 

So maybe that was his intention... but you have other plans. 

Knowing that he's usually a zombie in the shower- transported to another mysterious realm under the hot spray, you slip quietly into the bathroom and peer through the steamy walls of the shower. 

Your mouth falls open at what you see... it's definitely him.. standing under the stream of water, head bowed, left arm propped against the tile wall, and his right hand slowly stroking his hard cock. Could you have timed this anymore perfectly? 

You quickly determine the way to open the shower door that will cause the least possible noise, even though you know there's not much chance he'll notice you right now. You very slowly open the door, carefully watching him for any sign he may be aware of your presence. He gives you none. 

You can hear his soft sighs and grunts as he continues to bring himself closer to his climax. You wonder what he's thinking about as his hand slides up and down. 

In one quick motion, you're in the shower- arms winding around his waist and teeth grazing over the back of his neck. 

He flinches in surprise, but makes no move to stop you as your hand joins his, slipping over his cock. "I guess you caught me" he says in a low whisper. 

Your tongue flicks over his ear and you ask seductively, "What are you thinking about?" 

"How badly... I've been missing... your hands... on me..." he says quietly through his ragged gasps for air. 

"This must be your lucky day." you tell him. Your hand releases his cock and moves up over his abs, all of your fingers dancing over his chest. You trace the outline of the tattoo on his right shoulder blade with your tongue, your fingers still roaming his body, trying to remember exactly how he feels to your touch. 

Suddenly, it all becomes too much- the motions of his hand, your fingers pinching lightly at his nipples and your tongue re-drawing the tattoo- he tenses up and cums with a heavy sigh of relief. 

Immediately he turns around, pulling you against his chest in a tight hug and capturing your lips in a fiercely passionate kiss. 

When he pulls away, you're breathless and desiring him even more deeply than before. Your hands slide up and down over his chest and you ask, "Why did you say you weren't coming home?" 

"I just wanted to surprise you.. do something you wouldn't expect... looks like it didn't quite work out how I had planned." he says smiling, then kissing you again. It's been too long and he can't get enough of you. 

You break the kiss, smile devilishly at him, and say, "It's not too late for that..." 

He turns off the water, steps out of the shower, pulling you with him. He leads you through the house- your naked bodies leaving a trail of water droplets behind. 

"What are we doing?" you ask as he takes you back outside and lays down on the lounge chair. 

"Making the neighbors jealous." he replies, pulling you towards him, forcing you to throw a leg over the chair to keep your balance. 

You smile and situate yourself, sitting on his stomach, your hands traveling over his chest. 

He sighs and closes his eyes. He's missed this even more than he realized- your touch, the feel of your skin on his. "I love you" he whispers, his hands sliding over your thighs. 

"I love you too baby. I'm so glad you're home.. I don't think I could have waited any longer." you say, leaning down to kiss him. You trace his lips with the tip of your tongue, then slip it between his parted lips, gasping as he takes control of the kiss, grabbing the sides of your face, holding you close to him as his tongue forcefully invades your mouth. You scoot back a little and you can feel his cock, hard again, nudging against your bottom. You want him so badly it's become a need... you need him.. to feel him... 

You break the kiss and hear him moan. You raise yourself up, carefully handling his pulsing cock, placing him just inside your pussy and very slowly sliding down on him, contracting your muscles around him as you take him all in. You don't move, but stay still, watching his face- his expressions changing rapidly- ecstasy at being surrounded by you, relief for no longer having to wait to feel you and contentment from being with you again. 

His hands go to your hips and slide up your body, slipping over your curves, trying to memorize them like he was touching you for the first time. He grasps your breasts gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. 

You begin to move- rocking gently in a slow sexy figure eight, just enough motion to tease you both, make your hearts beat with anticipation. 

His hips thrust up, catching you off guard, causing you to fall forward, your hands on his chest to catch your balance. Your hands glide over his chest, stopping to pinch lightly at his nipples and trace light designs around them with your fingernails. 

Your direction changes- the wait has been too long and your body desires release- you begin to move faster- thrusting hard up and down on him. Your breath comes in gasps, each time he fills you again. 

His hands go to your hips, grasping them, as if to control your almost frenzied motions, but he loves to see you like this- going after what you want, using his body to get it. His fingers glide over your hips and stomach, down between your legs to stroke your clit. He feels you tense at his touch. His voice is a low sexy whisper as he says, "Scream my name.. it doesn't matter if the whole neighborhood hears.. I want them to know who you belong to." 

His words and actions ignite a fire in you, consuming your entire body in orgasmic heat as you comply with his wishes, shrieking his name- your body left trembling from the power of your climax. 

But it's not over. He sees your response to him and it drives him wild. He bucks up beneath you, your still quivering pussy reacts again to the depth of his thrusts and tightens around his throbbing cock. He grabs your shoulders, pulling you into a tight embrace as he cums, his release causing you both to shudder. 

You look in his eyes, your heart pounding, breathing hard. Your arms slip around his neck, and you hug him tightly. Your lips meet his, kissing him slowly and passionately. 

When you pull away from him he smiles at you, "This enough to make you take back that stuff you said about us being boring?" 

"It's an excellent start." you saying, returning his grin. "We're not boring... we just need.. a little surprise now and then." You tease his lips with your own and slide down his body, to lay your head on his chest, completely oblivious to the rest of outside world around you.



Surprise



You approach the door of your apartment after a long, frustrating day at work. Throughout the drive home your thoughts have been on getting home and calling your loverboy. Your thighs are damp just thinking about this; this and the fact that you purposefully went to work this morning without any panties under your dress. Realizing this kept you at a more aroused state than normal, and now that you are just moments away from the pleasures of your phone, you can feel your juices begin to gush freely.

You slip the key inside the deadbolt and turn it. Pushing the door open quickly, you walk inside and drop your purse on the table. "Something isn't quite right," you think. Just as you begin to look around, you hear a familiar voice.

"Hello lovergirl," I say with a smile on my face and a half-empty bottle of beer in my hand. You find me sitting in your recliner, which is turned to face the door. I am wearing nothing but a pair of boxers with purple handcuffs on them and a smile. Your expression turns to befuddlement as you try to remember giving me a key.

"Don't I get a welcome kiss?" 

You come over to the recliner and lean over to kiss me. I wrap my arms around you and pull you into my lap, my erection tenting the boxers slightly. Our tongues entertwine, and my hands find their way beneath your skirt. My kiss becomes more passionate and eager as I discover your secret with my probing fingers.

"No panties, eh? What a deliciously naughty thought," I whisper into your ear as my lips begin to suckle at your earlobe. My fingers rub your clit and glide over your entrance slowly as your moans become audible. Pushing inward, my fingers begin to explore your depths while my teeth nibble gently at your earlobe.

"Mmmmmmm...yes, loverboy, I've been teasing myself all day. I couldn't wait to get home and call you."

"Should I go down to the pay phone and give you a call?" My hand caresses and teases your lips as two fingers pump in and out of your overheated cunt.

"Only if you want to."

"I think I'd rather stay right here, sexy."

Placing the bottle of beer on the floor next to us, I help you stand up in the recliner with me sitting in it, your feet on either side of my body. My hands reach up and catch yours, our fingers entertwining as you use me for support. My head dips beneath your skirt and my tongue begins to lick its way up the inside of your thigh. You look down and see an odd bulge beneath your skirt as my head travels ever closer to your oversexed crotch.

"Mmmmmm...with every single mile I drove today, I dreamed of doing this." My words are muffled by your skirt, but you feel my desire as my tongue begins stroking your clit with reckless abandon. My chin pushes up into your cunt as I suck and lick your hot little pleasure bump. You begin to lean more and more on my hands as I continue to suck and lick. your fingers gripping mine tighter and tighter.

Your mouth opens, releasing a string of pleasurable groans as my lips grasp your clit and suck on it. I can hear them getting louder and longer, and I know your release is imminent. Giving your clit one last, lingering lick, I lower my head and thrust my face and tongue into your cunt. You squeal softly as my most nimble muscle begins to explore your opening, savoring the taste of your juices as they drip into my mouth. Another cascade of groans falls to my ears as my tongue pushes its full length inside you.

"Ohhhhh...yes....I'm so close," you say, barely above a whisper, your voice shaky from the pleasure my relentless tongue is imparting on your exposed, vulnerable cunt. My tongue bows to the insistence of a slight ache in my jaw, and I withdraw reluctantly to lick up your slit. Finding your clit erect and swollen, I place my lips around it and begin to suck furiously. My tongue strokes it firmly, batting it back and forth within the confines of my warm, wet mouth. You feel my chin against your opening as your juices flow. 

The pleasure of my lips and tongue on you become too much for you to bear, and a loud string of moans escapes your lips. Hearing this excites me to no end. My fingers squeeze your hands tighter as I suck more firmly and lick your clit ever harder. You struggle to control yourself as your climax approaches, your breathing becoming ragged and shallow. My teeth graze lightly over your clit, and that pushes you over quickly. Your groans fill the air as your nectar drips down your cunt and onto my chin and chest. I continue to suck and lick as your orgasm subsides and your knees buckle slightly.

I pull my head from beneath your skirt and help you back to a seated position on my lap. Your wetness makes a moist spot on the tip of my tented boxers. You see your pleasure glisten off my face and chest, and you smile contentedly as I pull you into a wet, sloppy kiss.

"We're going to have to talk about you not wearing panties to work, lovergirl."

"You enjoyed it today."

"Yes, I enjoyed it immensely. But not wearing panties makes you a naughty girl, and naughty girls have to be punished. Right?" You feel me pinch your ass gently and know that I have plans.

"I guess..."

"Now that that's settled..." I help you out of my lap and stand from the recliner. You can see the bulge in my boxers as I gather my bottle of beer and lead you into your bedroom. You see a long, flat pillow on the floor a couple feet from your bed frame and a silk necktie hanging from the nearest leg. You kneel down on the pillow and place your hands around the leg as you suspect I want you to do.

"I'm glad to know that my naughty lovergirl is so...cooperative this evening." I kneel down next to you and tie your hands securely to your bed frame. I slip my boxers off and dangle them off the edge of the bed frame as well. You squirm slightly against the restraints, knowing that I am behind you, hard and ready.

"I stopped on the way up today and bought you something. I think now is the best time to introduce you to it." You turn to see what I have, but you cannot see it. Instead you feel something small and hard rubbing against your still-moist lips. I turn it around and around against you, rubbing every surface against your wetness. Then I slowly spread your ass cheeks and push the new toy inside. You feel something small enter your ass, but it widens rapidly to the point of stretching your asshole to new limits. You begin to moan as I turn it on and you feel the vibrations of your new buttplug spreading throughout your body. 

I step back for a moment and enjoy the sight in front of me. I watch your eyes, fixating on the black and purple boxers in front of you, yet glazing over slightly from the pleasure. I salivate over your breasts, pert and lovely, as they dangle freely. I lick my lips as your ass gyrates slowly, loving the feel of the plug buzzing in your nether hole. Crawling closer, I take a swig of my beer and begin sliding the cool glass over your body. The cylinder caresses every inch of your helpless breasts as I twirl it around skillfully. The glass then slides between your legs, teasing the insides of your thighs as you tense up from the pleasures you are experiencing. 

I place the beer bottle down with an audible clink and begin to stroke and caress your ass cheeks. Then my hand leaves and I crack your ass firmly with the palm of my open hand. "Naughty girls need to be spanked; don't you agree?" You feel my hand smack your beautiful round butt again roughly, leaving a red mark that I enjoy immensely. You moan your agreement as I begin tapping the buttplug with my fingers, urging it in and out ever so slightly.

You feel yet another smack on your ass from my hand. I can see the wetness oozing from your parted cunt lips, and your aroma thrills me. I lean down and whisper, "you know this is going to hurt me more than it does you." To reinforce this, I grasp my visibly swollen cock and caress it against your dangling, erect nipple slowly, letting you feel me throb next to you.

My attentions return to your ass. My hands alternate the sting of firm, warm spanks on your inviting butt with gentle taps on the buttplug and caresses of your wetness. Your moans and groans fill the small bedroom as I drive you to distraction, and I begin to spank you harder and faster. I want to watch you cum for me like this, and the vibrations and the sting have you sooo close.

I cannot hold back any longer. With one last, forceful spank on your butt, I slide between your legs and thrust my cock deep inside your open, inviting pussy quickly. This sudden intrusion pushes you over the edge. You clamp down on my erection as you cum powerfully, your body spasming as I begin to fuck you relentlessly. I know my arousal will keep me from lasting long. Grabbing your hair and pulling you back as your body stretches, my throbbing prick pounds in and out of you with short strokes. My hips thrust me in harder and faster, as my cock explores your depths. Your body never gets the chance to come down from its orgasm; my cock holds you there on the threshhold as I fuck you. 

"Does my naughty little lovergirl love to be used like this? Does she love having her ass spanked and her hair pulled? Does she want her loverboy to shoot his cum deep inside her pussy?" You groan as I say these words, your cunt squeezing down on me as I thrust forcefully in and out. I cannot stand the pleasure any more, and in a fit of incomprehensible moans and groans I explode deep inside you, filling your canal with hot, sticky cum as I shudder behind you, attempting to regain my breath.

After a moment of relaxation, I gingerly remove the buttplug and turn it off. Sliding up to untie your hands, I gently caress you against me. Helping you off the floor, we stand up and collapse onto your waiting bed, your sweaty skin sliding against mine lewdly. Our hands caress each other lazily as we kiss slowly, wetly. I lean up to lick your ear teasingly.

"Surprise!"



Surprise



My boyfriend Kyle has always wanted to see me fuck another man. He has asked me before if I was interested but I have always turned him down. I wasn't sure if that is what I really wanted to do, that is until his birthday.

I was struggling with the idea of what to get Kyle for his birthday. I thought about all the usual ideas, clothes, power tools but nothing seemed just right. Then I remembered his fantasy about watching me fuck another man. Thinking of the idea was getting me hot. My interest in this idea amazed me. I truthfully never thought I would even consider it. Here is my story on how the event took place. I hope you enjoy it as much as we did.

On the day of Kyle's birthday everything went as usual. We got up got ready for work and said our goodbyes. 

During the day I called Kyle and told him to meet me at a hotel down the road from where we lived. I told him the room number and said he could pick up a key at the front desk. I told him to be there around 8 or so. Kyle was all for it. Going away for the weekend meant a weekend of great sex.

I headed off to the hotel room a little early to prepare. When I got there I had a hot bath and was able to shave my pussy just the way he likes it. When that was done I put on a sexy new lingerie piece that I had bought especially for this occasion. Once I got it on I studied myself in the mirror. I felt wonderful. The black teddy fit me perfectly.

Now that I was ready the next stage of the plan needed to be completed. When I thought about how I was going to accomplish my goal I had an easy time picking who my partner was going to be. Kyle's best friend Dan was gorgeous. He was 6 foot tall and had huge arms that I fantasized about being wrapped in. I knew Kyle would be alright with the fact that I would be fucking his friend. Many times over the course of our relationship Kyle hinted about this vary act.

I called Dan from the hotel room and asked him to come over to help celebrate Kyle's birthday. I told Dan that it would be fun and it would be too exciting to miss. Dan agreed to come over around 7 pm.

Now all I had to do was wait. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I thought. I crawled up on the bed and thought about the events that were going to happen. The knock at the door startled me into reality. I grabbed my robe and opened the door. There stood Dan. I smiled and motioned for him to come in.

We made small talk as we had a drink of wine. I could tell Dan was looking at me in my robe. I decided now was the time to make things happen. I got up from the chair and went over to turn on the stereo. When I did this I accidentally opened my robe. When I turned around Dan had a great view of my new outfit.

I asked if he wanted to dance. He said yes. We I got into his arms the excitement overtook me. I started rubbing my crotch us against his cock. I could feel it coming to life. I looked up at Dan and asked if he would like to see me model my outfit. Without waiting for a reply I took his hand and led him to the bed. I turned off the lights and lit some candles. I stood before the bed and started dancing around.

I took my robe off and was rubbing my hands around my breasts. I could feel my nipples hardening. I started to pinch and squeeze them. I just love when Kyle nibbles and pinches my nipples. I thought of him while I was doing it. God I was hot. I turned around and showed Dan my ass. The black thong went right up my crack. I bent forward to give him a view he would not soon forget.

I turned back around and saw Dan's cock for the first time. It was about the same size as Kyle's but it was definitely thicker. I made my way to the bed and kneeled down in front of him and took his cock into my mouth. That was just about the time that Kyle walked in. I heard the door open and close and then silence. I took Dan's cock from my mouth and said "Happy Birthday Honey" Kyle smiled and walked over to me. He knelt behind me and started licking my already wet pussy. With that I continued sucking Dan's cock. 

What a feeling that is to have someone licking you and finger fucking you while you suck on a cock. I was in heaven!

I could tell Dan was close to cumming. I wanted to feel it inside of me before he gave me his load. I slowly crawled up on the bed and got on all fours. I stuck my ass up in the air looked at Dan and asked him to fuck me. Dan was up and I felt his cock enter me in no time. I begged him to fuck me fast and hard. Kyle watched. I could tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying what he saw. Dan grabbed my ass as he fucked me. I then felt his fingers near my asshole. He played with my whole for awhile. I wanted to feel his fingers inside me. I waited patiently and then I felt not one but two enter me. Dan kept fucking me fast but now with two finger inside my ass I couldn't control myself anymore. I had an amazing body shaking orgasm. It was wonderful.

Dan, while still keeping his cock in my cunt and his fingers in my ass slowed his pace a little for me to recover. When I did I opened my eyes and saw Kyle's cock near my mouth. I love sucking his cock. I quickly took in in my mouth and started sucking as best as I could.

I looked up at Kyle and saw his smile. He loved watching me fuck his friend. 

Dan was pounding me fast and I could tell he couldn't hold it any longer. I sucked Kyle harder I wanted to feel both of their cum at the same time. I sucked and then I felt it. To have two people cum at the same time one in your mouth and one in your pussy is probably one of the greatest experiences of my life. I swallowed as much of Kyle as I could.

The three of us collapsed on the bed and tried to catch our breath. Before drifting off to sleep in between two incredible guys I gave Kyle a kiss and told him I loved him.

I know this is one birthday present he won't forget. If he needs reminding we can always watch the videotape I secretly made.



Surprise



Sherry and I had been together for about six months when I first brought up the idea of a threesome. I thought that she would agree immediately as she has a very wide range of sexual interests, and is very willing to try anything at least once. Bondage, toys, exhibitionism, leather and lace, all these and more we had experienced together. She had also been with other women, but that was before we met. At the time I suggested the threesome, we were at the beach, enjoying the sun and the occasional sensual application of oil to each other. She wore a yellow thong bikini which was just enough to be legal and no more. 

I wore baggy shorts. She lay face down as I straddled her thighs, and caressed her shoulders with oil drenched hands. I worked my way down her back, reaching around to squeeze her breasts, and eventually working down to her butt. I ran a thumb down the cleft of her buttocks and pushed against her rosebud, then touched her oozing pussy. She moaned, or purred would be a better description. A cute Asian girl had spread her towel just in front of us. She was wearing a black bikini, had small breasts and ass, and was very pretty. I knew Sherry had a recent affair with a Chinese girl from her job, but she had moved away before I met Sherry. 

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear "Wouldn't you like to taste what's in her pants?"

She laughed, and wriggled her ass so that my half hard cock became fully aroused. With Sherry, I have an erection at least half the time in public, so I tend to wear loose shorts. Sherry is far more an exhibitionist than I am. 

She replied "The way your cock feels on my ass, you would like a taste too. Open my bra and lets see what happens". 

She lifted her head and displayed her beautiful shapely breasts to anyone lucky enough to be nearby. The only person was the Asian girl. Sherry's left nipple was pierced with a large gold ring, very eye catching. It certainly caught the Asian girl's eye. She stared at Sherry, looked away, but her eyes were dragged back to the dangling breasts and sparkling nipple. 

"Honey, why don't you go get a nice cool bottle of water, and come back in about fifteen minutes. I've got something to do here". 

I got the message, and took myself and my erection for a walk back to the car park. From her tone of voice, I knew something good was about to happen, involving lots of skin and sex. The last time I heard that tone of voice was a week before, just before she blew me in the middle of a boring movie- but that's another story. I strolled back with the water, anticipating an interesting sight. 

I arrived to find that Sherry had recruited the pretty Asian girl to apply more oil to her legs. I watched as her hands moved up Sherry's thighs, approaching the tiny triangle of fabric. Sherry leaned over and whispered to Lani, and both giggled. Lani's hands went higher and rubbed on Sherry's mound, circling and caressing Sherry's pussy through the fabric that was rapidly becoming damp and transparent. Both girls were breathing rapidly, then their lips came together for a long and wet kiss. I decided to start collecting the towels and other beach paraphernalia, and soon we were driving back to my condo, about twenty minutes away. 

Sherry and Lani were in the back seat, both naked at this point, in a 69 position, with Lani on top. I wanted to stop and join in, but we eventually got to my building and drove into the underground garage. We got in the elevator, both girls still naked and by the time we got to my floor, I had Lani sitting on my cock, legs around my waist, while Sherry sucked he nipples. 

We got into the apartment and to bed. I was fucking Lani's tight pussy with slow strokes, as Sherry straddled her face and Lani licked her pussy and nibbled on her clit. I pulled out from Lani's hot slit and began to eat her wet and juicy pussy. We rolled over so that Lani was sitting on my face, grinding into me, and Sherry climbed onto my cock. Her muscular cunt milked my cock, and I erupted just as Lani stiffened and squealed as she came also. Sherry continued to ride me until she came moments later. All three of us climbed in the shower to clean off the oil and sweat that clung to us. 

Even before we dried off, Sherry was on her back with Lani eating her. Sherry pulled her nipple ring and reached underneath to finger her asshole. I put my recovered erection in Sherry's hot mouth and then move around to fuck Lani's pussy again. We fucked doggy style, and Sherry then left briefly. I felt her climb on the bed behind me. Her hand rubbed my ass, then her lips, then something warm and wet insinuated itself between my buttocks as she started rimming me. I continued to fuck Lani who was moaning and playing with her clit. I licked my finger and inserted it in her ass. She stiffened and then relaxed as I fucked both her holes. 

Meanwhile, Sherry had started to finger fuck my ass also. Something cold, lubricant, helped her finger past my tight sphincter. I was close to cumming as a second finger entered me. I fucked Lani more slowly, wanting to extend the pleasure. Sherry removed her fingers and replaced them with something much larger and harder. I glanced back to see Sherry wearing her strap on. She smiled and kissed me as she thrust into me. I came immediately, and both girls soon followed. We collapsed in a heap of sweat and cum and lust. Sherry whispered in my ear "By the way, Lani and I used to be lovers. She left town for a training program. She just got back here a few days ago. I thought you should get acquainted. "

What a way to meet. I think we'll get really well acquainted.



Surprise



April is a little nervous, as she has never done anything like this. But, if it plays out like they plan, then it's going to be worth the butterflies in her stomach. 

Her Master told her earlier that he was going to take her to the bars on the boardwalk and she was going to end up getting fucked before they got home. April wants this badly, but doesn't know if it's going to work or not, or if she'll be able to follow the outline he gave her.

She takes a big breath as Master cups her elbow and walks her into the bar. It's dark and cool with loud music. Some of the guys stop talking to take a look at her. She's in her tight little mini skirt and a skimpy little halter that cups her breast and clings to her nipple piercing, outlining it clearly. What the guys don't know is that she isn’t' wearing any panties. Seeing the guys watch her was making her wet. She could feel the heat between her thighs and her nipples became little pebbles, making the piercing show up even better. She caught one guy rubbing himself out of the corner of her eye. With this she stared breathing heavy. 

Her Master gripped her elbow tighter, feeling the heat build up in his slut. Having no doubt in his mind that she would go through with tonight. His little slut would be craving cock soon and would do what she needed to do to get it. 

Part of the plan for the evening was to pretend to drink. He wanted them both to be fully functional for the feast ahead of them. He leads her to a booth, making her sit beside him with their backs to the wall so that they can see the room. She is already swaying slightly to the music. He could see his nasty little slut already scoping out the bar, rubbing her thighs together, sliding her nipples over the edge of the table, back and forth, her breath getting more and more shallow.He slides his hand up her leg, feeling her freshly shaven pussy..slightly moist, she parts her thighs ever so slightly, still swaying to the music, and looking around the room. He leans over and whispers in her ear...

'Go fetch us a drink, slut..and make it a good show'

April blushes a little, but does as she's told. She slides out of the booth and sways her ass in the tight skirt as she bounces to the bar. She leans over the bar to give her order to the bartender. This lifts her skirt up to the bottom of her ass cheeks. Barely giving a glimpse of skin, but enough to show that she isnt' wearing any panties. She then lifts a leg to straddle a bar stool, her skirt barely touching the tops of her thighs. She adjusts her halter, lights trailing a finger nail across her pierced nipple, closing her eyes and enjoying herself as she does so. Her drinks are ready. She pays for them and then twirls around on the bar stool. As she stands up, the ones looking close enough get a flash of her smooth pussy. Her skirt falls slights as she bounces back to the table. She places the drink in front of her Master and then straddles her leg. He rubs her thigh as she whispers in his ear. 

'I'd like to dance Sir. May i dance please?'

He pushes her off of his lap...

'I'm not in the mood to dance slut....find someone else to dance with'

Immediately there are 3 guys around her wanting to ask her to dance. She can't make up her mind who to dance with. 

'You are such a slut...dance with all 3 of them if you can't make up your mind'

April has a grin on her faces as she coaxes them onto the dance floor. Two decide to stay on the edge of the floor but one follows her into the crowd. She moves with him has he becomes all hands. Realizing that her man can't see her in the sea of people, guy number 1 takes advantage of the situation and April totally enjoys herself. #1 grabs her hips and grinds into her, holding her close. He can hear her sighning and moaning in his ear as he holds on tight to her ass, feeling her heat. 

April can't help it. She wants more. She grinds her nipples into his chest, trying to give him a hint. Licking his ear lobe, licking his neck, grabbing his ass and helping him grind into her. She can feel the wetness between her thighs. Slowing dripping down her hot skin. Slick, juicy. She is starting to lose control. The song ends. April takes a deep breath, pats the guy on the ass and heads back to her table. Her Master winks at her as she takes a big gulp of her soda. She gulps it like it's ....soda. But, of course the guys don't know that. April kisses her Master with passion and he slides a finger between her cunt lips. Feeling how wet she is, he pats her ass and sends her on her way. As she skips away, he can be seen sucking her juices off of his fingers.

April takes the hand of a second guy, who is waiting for her. Her steps are getting a little hesitant as she moves to the dance floor with him. He takes her deeper into the group than the other guy...and he's certainly less inhibited. They are grinding of course, but as he pulls her close, he grabs her ass under her mini skirt and spreads her ass cheeks apart. She can feel the breeze of others dancing by them. She is in heaven. Her eyes are glazing over as she realizes that her ass is naked on the dance floor. He then takes one of his hands off of her ass and slides it into her halter top. Stroking her nipple, pulling on the ring. She moans loudly into his ear. She is so ready to be fucked. She wants to attack him right there...but there wasn't any room in the throng of squirming bodies.

She peeks over at her Master, sitting by himself at the booth. Watching her with glowing eyes. His hand under the table. She knows He's touching himself and that just makes her hotter. She leaves the second guy and goes back to her booth. She leans into her Master. 

"I'm so hot Sir. i really want to fuck these guys, " she whispers in a trembling voice.

He grabs her by the hair and puts her ear to his lips.

"Does my slut want to fuck these guys? Is she willing to do it where I tell her too?" He asks her slowly.

She nods her head. She is so hot that she would fuck them right here at the table if he told her to.

"Take another gulp of this drink. Drink it fast and then go get another one. Now", he demands.

She slugs down the drink and then rushes back to the bar to get another one. She keeps her eyes on the guys still waiting for her and gives them a little wave with a huge naughty grin on her face. She slowly starts pulling up the front of her mini skirt, trying to flash them. The stop talking and just stare at the slut, holding their breath. Her drink arrives. She winks at them and takes the drink back to the booth.

"Another drink you slut!...you know you can't hold your alcohol, what are you thinking?" her Master demands.

She takes the cue, and downs the drink without letting up for air. The guys at the dancefloor are wide eyed. She puts down the glass, gives her master a light kiss on the forehead and head for the dance floor. Just a little wobbly she grabs the third guys hand and pulls him to the dance floor. Again, she is all hot and slutty and he can't believe his luck. He tries to sneak a hand up her skirt and almost makes it until she moves away slightly, pretending to lose her balance. He leans in to stroke a nipple, she stumbles. He grabs her hair and kisses her. She melts against him. At this point the other 2 join them on the dance floor and cage her in. The surround her, groping her. She is moaning and falling against them as they dance. 

"Air, i must have air", she says. 

The guys break apart. 

"Please take me back to my friend", she pleads. 

One of them leads her by the elbow as the other 2 follow. 

Master rises from the table. "You are drunk aren't you slut?...too much too drink again?, we are going home, you are an embarrassment to me". 

He goes to grab her elbow and she slides through his fingers into a heap on the floor, giggling. 

"I don't want to go Sir..I'm having fun with my new friends."

"You are going home with me slut....guys would you mind helping with getting her out to the car?"

The guys are happy to oblige and they reach down to pull her up. They then lead her out the door as Master leads the way. She starts struggling when they get outside. She heads for a bench and drapes herself across the back of it with her ass in the air. Her mini-skirt pulling up and showing her ass cheeks.

"If I've been bad Sir, please spank me, but don't make me go home" she pleads. 

"Oh you are going home slut, and you are going to get a spanking"..."would one of you guys mind carrying her back to my vehicle"...

All the guys volunteer and she is grabbed and thrown like a sack of potatoes over one of their shoulders. Her ass exposed. He can't help himself and reaches up to poke her between her thighs. He's amazed at how wet she is. Her Master leads them to his van and opens the side door. 

"Just toss her on the bed", he says. 

"Thank you very much for your help men. My name is Joel and she belongs to me. I'm glad you guys had some fun with her on the dancefloor but she deserves a spanking for her behaviour. Would anyone like to volunteer?"

All 3 guys, John, Steve, and Paul raise their hands.

"Well, don't be shy guys, hop in the back and I'll drive around while you play with my toy. As hot as she made you guys, I'll bet you are just wanting to spank and fuck her aren't you", he laughs. 

They all nod their heads as they can't believe their luck and climb into the back of the van. Joel climbs into the drivers seat and starts up the van.

April looks up as the guys climb into the van....what's going on? Why are the guys there? 

"Sir?"...she asks with a tremble in her voice.

"You though the dance floor was it, my sweet? Haven't you been whispering in my ear how much you'd like to be fucked by more than one cock?"...he asks.

"Yes Sir", she said with a question in her voice.

"Well now is your chance, after teasing these guys all night it's time for you to lay back and service them" he commands.

April does as she's told, wondering if this is for real or if it's one of his tests.

"You can do what you want with her, but I have two rules. She must get a spanking and she is not allowed to cum." And with that he pulls out onto the road....looking for a nice lonely parking lot so that no one will be able to hear them. 

John grabs April, with a big grin on his face, kneels beside the bed and spreads her legs. 

"I've just got to have some of this pussy", he says as he dives in tongue first. Holding her legs open roughly, He licks and laps and chews and just devours her pussy. She can't stay quiet as the feelings travel up her spine. The roughness and power behind his actions. She feels like she is being eaten alive. She gets close to cumming and he stops eating her. Climbing up on her and kissing her deeply, making her taste herself. Whispering to her....

"How do you like the taste of yourself slut? Teasing us on the dance floor like that, now it's our turn"

And with that he flips her over, pulls up her skirt and starts spanking her ass. No warm up at all, just starts spanking her. She's humiliated. She didn't think it would be like this. She tries to squirm away but the other two hold her onto the bed as she is getting spanked by John. 

"You dirty filthy slut. Treating us like toys to be played with, teasing us on the dance floor. Well, now you are going to pay for it." As he whacks her even harder. 

"My turn John", says Steve. 

He gets up from the bed and pulls his belt off as he comes up behind her red ass. John climbs onto the bed and tells her to get up on all fours for her belting. She does so and he sees that she has been crying. He kneels in front of her and unzips his pants, pulling out his stiff cock. 

"Joel said that you couldn't cum, but he didn't put that limitation on us. Suck my cock you whore and don't stop until you can taste me and feel me cum down your throat"....he shoves his cock into her mouth as Steve strikes her ass with the belt. This isn't what she thought was going to happen at all. The first strike lands as the van stops. Joel stops the van and turns around in time to see her lunge forward from the strike of the belt and swallow John whole. All he hears from her is an 'Umfrp' and she swallows the cock. Steve starts striking her over and over again as John fucks her face. Paul is watching wide eyed with his hand on his cock, stroking it slowly. Steve gives her 4 more strikes witht he belt. Her ass is on fire. It's bright red. Steve drops his belt and unzips his pants. 

"I've got to have some of this sweet, hot ass", he mumbles. 

April is crying but no one is paying attention to her. John fucks her face hard, holding onto her hair. Ramming her face as she gags and tries to breath. Steve plunges into her cunt with his rock hard cock. Pumping her a few strokes, spreading her wide. Then he pulls out and slowing slides the head of his cock over her tightly puckered asshole. She flinches, knowing what's ahead for her. She licks Johns cock as she feels his balls tighten up. Steve presses his cock that's been juiced up with her cunt juice, slowly into her ass. April moans around Johns cock and he shots his load into her throat as she tries to cry out when Steve rams his cock deep into her tight ass. He holds still as John bellows, shotting his cum deep into Aprils throat. She's gagging and trying to back away from Johns cock so that she can breath. This pushes her harder into Steves cock. He grabs her hips and holds her still as John releases her head from his death grip. 

"Aw man, I've got to have that cunt", says Paul, "got to have it. Come on Steve, let me in there".

Steve pulls out of Aprils ass and steps back. His member sticking straight out, missing the tight grib of her ass.

Paul slides under April and gets her to straddle his cock. He slides his cock into her tight wet naughty pussy, breathing a sigh as he feels the velvety grip. Her ass is spread wide as she straddles Paul. Steve walks back up to her and slides his cock into her ass, which has been made even tighter because of Pauls cock filling up her slut hole. Steve gets a grip on himself as he feels his cum boiling in his balls. She's just so tight and horny. He can hear her moaning and groaning and whispering 'yes, yes'...'more, more'...'harder, harder'...'please fuck me..ram this whore hard..fuck me fuck me'......'yes, spank me please Sir, i've been bad'...

Steve is lulled into his own little world...until he hears the last words she mumbled. Spank her? Hadn't she had enough? Obviously not. The slut was so far gone that she couldn't even be thinking about what she was saying. She was just feeling. Steve picks up his hand and rubs her ass and then gives her 10 short sharp heavy smacks to her ass....this doesn't bring her out of her slutty space but drives her deeper into it.

"Oh thank you Sir...thank you...fuck me, spank me, pinch me, bite me....use this slut'...with those words Steve rams her ass harder as he spanks her. Paul is fucking her for all it's worth, feeling the vibrations through his cock as Steve spanks her from above. He can't handle it anymore. The words, the vibrations and her juicy wet pulsing pussy wrapped around his cock. He grabs her hair as he moans into her lips and shots his cum all over the inner walls of her cunt. Steve can feel the pulsing in her ass and he also can't handle it anymore and yells as he grips her back and cums deep into her ass. Giving it a last smack, he pulls out and stumbling, pulls up his pants. 

"Roll off of Paul slut and let the guys get their clothes back on. I have to take them back to the bar. "

"But Sir..."

"No Buts, roll over and keep your legs wide open. I want them to see how slutty you are. That cum dripping out of your snatch and your dirty ass," he says as he starts up the van again.

She rolls off of Paul and lays on her back on the bed, hot cum dripping out of her stretched holes. The guys are getting their clothes back together as they look at her and grin. April hasn't cum yet and can't help feeling the wetness between her thighs with her fingertips. Eyes glazed over as she squeezes her breast and pinches her nipples. The guys were wishing they could have her for longer, but her friend was driving them back to the bar and they didn't want to press their luck with the situation.

Joel pulled up to the bar, thanked them for fucking his girl, closed the door to the van and left the area.

"Ok, slut...since you are all hot and wet...let's see if we can find someone else to fuck you"...

And off the drove...looking for some more horny men.



Surprise



I got back from a business trip a little earlier than expected and decided to spend that day, that had come out ouf the blue, with Nina. My wife didn't expect me back for another day.
It was like 4 in the afternoon when I got to Nina's place and let myself in with some flowers in my hand. Nina wasn't in. I had expected her to, as she had told me she was studying for her exam. So I put the flowers in a vase in the bedroom and then took a long bath. Lying in the hot tub, I wished Nina was there. It had been a long trip and all I wanted to do was to relax. I imagined Nina's body on top of me, giving my shoulders a massage, her ample breasts right before my eyes, my tongue trying to reach her nipples.

I must have dozed off. I awoke when I heard a door shut. The water was cold. There were two other people in the apartment. Nina had brought someone else to her place. Before knowing what was going on, I felt a pang of jealousy. Maybe it was because I heard Nina whisper something half unaudible to the stranger. And though I didn't understand a word, I could tell it was that low, soft voice that Nina had when she was aroused. I couldn't make out the other voice. Then some more steps, the feet shuffling towards the living room. Apparently they hadn't noticed my shoes and my suitcase. But then again, this was not an unusual sight in Nina's place, even when I was not there. I got out to tub very slowly and carefully. I decided to catch them in flagranti. I really was jealous and mad.

All I could see throught the living room door was Nina's soft brown hair, and a hand disappearing in it. Nina was moaning softly and then there was a sound of two people kissing. Nina's hair disappeared from the door. I took a couple of steps towards the living room, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around my hips. Nina's wonderful figure was obscuring my view of my rival. I could only see some white sport sneakers. Nina's blouse was becoming undone, its sides now hanging loosely beside her ribs, permitting me to see her white bra. "Relax", Nina was saying to my rival and apparently both were lying down on the couch, Nina being on top. I was feeling more jealous by the second and still couldn't make out my rival, so I quietly entered the living room, hiding in the doorway towards the kitchen. It was dark in there, so I would be hard to spot, whereas I had a good view on the couch.

My jealousy was gone instantly. My rival was, well, a gorgeous black haired girl, even prettier than Nina. She had a sort of Indian touch to her, her skin being of a creamy brown. Nina's hands were all over her, pushing up her skirt, fingering at her top. The brown girl was caressing Nina's breasts through the bra, drawing Nina towards her. They kissed, Nina's hands were stroking through her lover's silky black hair. Then the brwon girl rolled her over, now being on top her. She slid her top over her head, revealing big, firm breasts. Her dark nipples were erect, almost as hard as my dick under to towel.

My rivel's lips are softly caressing Nina's neck, wandering down her chest and her belly, her fingers undoing the flies of Nina's jeans. Her mouth is going for my mistresses's dark triangle. Her hands are pulling down Nina's jeans, virtually peeling her out of them. Then she goes for Nina's underpants that must be soaking wet by now. She uses her teeth to get if off Nina, who has taken of her bra and is completley naked now. I've never seen Nina's nipples that erect before.

Then my rival does something very surprising and nevertheless very erotic. She takes Nina's big toe in her mouth, sucking on it as if her life depended on it. Then she takes the others in her mouth, one by one and then all of them, foot-fucking her mouth. Her tongue is sliding down Nina's sole, resting on her heel, her lips pressed onto it. Her mouth is caressing Nina's feet for what seems an eternity. I drop my towel, My dick has never been that hard, I've never seen anything as erotic as this. And honestly, I think Nina has never been as aroused and excited as tonight. After having her feet sucked for a couple of minutes, she comes without having touched herself. My rival lets go of Nina's feet and is at her pussy, savouring the last drop of my mistress' juices. Her lips are touching Nina's nether lips, her tongue parting them and going for that bud.

Nina reaches her second orgasm within a few minutes. And then she returns the favor, first sucking on her lover's nipples, their bodies intertwine.

I leave my hiding place. Nina is suprised to see me, naturally. "I didn't expect you back so soon", she says, blushing. "Well, I'm glad you didn't. Otherwise, all of us would have missed a lot of fun. Who is your, emmh, friend?" "This is Joy. Joy - Harry". It is a bit akward for her, I can tell. "Sorry, I didn't want to disturb you. I just couldn't help it ... " "Did you enjoy our little encounter?" Joy asks me, with a grin on her face, taking the iniative and starts to caress Nina's breasts, her other hand fondling with her pussy. "You can watch, if you want to". They must have come three more times that night. Me too. Well, before I joined to make it a threesome.

As Joy told me over breakfast, it was Nina who had seduced her. They know each other from college and Nina had had the hots for her fort quite some time. When they met on the beach, Nina made a move. Joy, whose parents actually are from India, first resisted. But after a playing a little footsie on the beach, as she put it, they went to Nina's place.

We're trying to get together as often as we can now. And, honestly, most of the time I just watch.



Surprise



They were at the 80's schoolhouse party. Everyone was dressed freakishly eighties; wild hair, bright makeup, slap bracelets...It was scary.

Emily didn't really go for that look. She preferred to focus more on the "schoolhouse" aspect: plaid skirt, white oxford, knee highs, Mary Jane's, and braids in her hair--the whole fantasy schoolgirl look. The bright pink lollipop she sucked on just got the guys' attention more. There was only one guy, however, whose opinion Emily gave a damn about. Steve.

Steve was just about the sexiest guy Emily had ever met, and Emily had met plenty of sexy guys. Being a sorority girl opened up all kinds opportunities for frolicking with the opposite sex. And Emily liked to frolic.

Tonight, she intended to frolic with Steve.

"Hey sweet-thang," Dustin said as he sidled up to her. "Wanna dance?"

Emily gave him a quick once-over. "Not particularly," she said between lascivious licks of her lolly that drove Dustin wild. She turned away and went to go dance by herself.

Then, Steve entered the room. Emily caught his eye as he scanned the 'dance floor' while filling himself another beer. She winked at him. He slowly made his way over to where she was bouncing to the music and put a hand at her waist, pulling her close to grind. Emily did not generally put up with this kind of behavior, but then, this was Steve. And she wanted some tonight. From him.

They held that position for three more songs before Emily began to get tired of dancing.

"I have to go sit down," she told him, yelling to be heard above the booming music. She wriggled out of his grasp and started towards the stairs, swaying her hips seductively.

He found her again a bit later in the living room, and sat on the couch beside her, draping an arm possessively over her shoulders. She snuggled into his chest and they conversed for a while on the subjects of friends, school and her new apartment.

Emily had been horny to begin with, but sitting there like that with him made her want him more.

"Is there someplace quieter we can talk? Like, in private?" she asked innocently widening her eyes as she looked up at him.

Steve was mildly uncomfortable with this suggestion, but being the frat boy that he is, he found somewhere they could go 'talk.'

As soon as they were alone, Emily pushed him against the door and started kissing him, wildly, wetly, passionately. Somewhat surprised, Steve played along, running his hands down her sides and kissing her in return.

This was all the encouragement Emily needed. She pulled free of his lips and kissed her way to his left ear, rolling the fleshy lobe between her teeth. She heard Steve's sharp intake of breath and smiled to herself pressing up against him to confirm that he was, indeed, sporting a hard-on. 'Perfect!' she thought.

Pulling his shirt up, she ran her hands over his chest, teasing his flat, male nipples into tight, hard buds. Steve groaned again and ground his hips against hers.

Trailing her hands down from his pecs and over his stomach, she reached the waistband of his pants. Eagerly, Emily unfastened his belt and lowered his zipper. Again ravaging his mouth with lips, teeth and tongue, she reached her hand through the opening in his boxer shorts and began to stroke his thick member, cupping and squeezing his balls intermittently.

"What are you doing to me?" he whispered.

"You'll see..." she replied with a devilish grin, dropping to her knees before him. She released his massive cock from the constraints of his boxers and for a while just held it in front of her, bathing the pulsating tool with her hot breath. It twitched and grew in her hand, seeming to beckon her to take it in her mouth. She readily complied. She had been craving a taste of cock anyway.

After one long, hard suction, she backed off a bit to nibble on the head and lick up and down the shaft in the same manner that she had been licking her lolly earlier. While she was at it, she decided to pull his balls into her mouth, one at a time, and treat them to the manipulation of her tongue.

Sparing glance up at Steve's face, Emily saw his head rolled back against the wall, eyes closed, hands braced on the doorframe. He looked to be enjoying himself...

Emily went back to bathing his meat with her oral juices before taking him fully back into her mouth. When she reached the point where her nose was nestled in his pubic hair, his eyes popped open. She was deep throating him! He never thought that she was the type who could do that. Wow.

She met his eyes and he saw her knowing laughter. She was well aware that he never expected this from her and had been just biding her time, waiting to surprise him.

She began to increase the speed and pressure of the strokes her lips were making on his huge wanker. Soon, he had reached the boiling point. Shaking, and whispering obscenities, he buried his hands in her hair and began to shoot hot wads of cum into Emily's mouth. She swallowed it all down with the style of a pro and kept sucking his now limp tool until he was dry.

Getting up from her knees, she stuck the lolly back into her mouth and picked up Steve's beer. Taking a generous gulp to get rid of the salty taste in her mouth, she handed it back to him and smiled sweetly.

"I thought you said you didn't do that." he said with a questioning look on his face.

"I lied."



Surprise



She slowly climbed the stairs and entered her bedroom which was in total darkness, feeling for the light switch behind the open door as she slipped off her short silky robe.

Her hand reached for the switch and instead found naked flesh. She was so shocked she didn’t even cry out as a soft hand took hers and slowly slid up her arm light as a feather. 

The hand moved all the way up her arm and round the back of her neck, drawing her towards the owner. She felt her body make contact, breasts suddenly brushing against a male chest, thighs touching thighs.

The arms wrapped around her running softly down her back, from the base of her skull, down the centre of her spine, slowly trailing down and round her ass.

She was drawn slowly and gently to the edge of the bed and lowered onto her back, the hands roaming over her in slow rhythmic movements which seemed to melt wherever they touched. She lost contact for a second and in the darkness felt a soft scarf being laid over her eyes and tied round the back of her head to form a blindfold. 

She was sizzling with anticipation as hands ran over her body, down the legs and back up, SOOO slowly and softly, barely touching, leaving her unsure if she was imagining the caresses. They continued round her shoulders and down to her wrists, caressing the sensitive skin on the inside of her elbow on the way; drawing a sigh of pleasure from her that reverberated down to the pit of her stomach. They gently took the wrists and drew her arms out above her head. She felt soft fabric being wrapped around both wrists, being tied loosely so as not to hurt her delicate skin. 

The hands ran all the way down to her ankles where the operation was repeated. She was helpless to these gentle hands, they roamed over her, exploring every inch, barely touching sometimes, firm other times with nails slowly dragging over her skin, causing her to shudder and moan with desire. She felt lips contact her breasts, a wet tongue flicking around underneath her round tits, lips brushing the now erect nipples, suddenly the gentle tongue was replaced by teeth, biting her nipple, then sucking hard, kicking her desire up ten notches from a warm melted feeling to scorching, burning desire. She felt no need to struggle or complain, this was what she wanted more than anything, seduction, anticipation, submission.

The tongue continued to wander over her flesh; she felt a jolt like lightning when it touched between her legs, licking her clit and around the tops of her thighs, she cried out for it to return where she needed it, but a soft voice whispered “Not yet.”

The hands rolled her onto her front and started to give her back the same treatment, soft caresses like dry leaves. The mouth made contact with her spine and she thought she would come there and then, it slowly worked its way down her back lingering on the base of her spine flicking around the start of her ass and then continuing down the back of her legs to her knees where again it gave special treatment. Every touch now seared her skin, scorched through her body to her soul. Hands drew her ass back so the mouth could contact the wet patch developing between her legs. A gasp arose from her when a hand ran round to work on her clit. Tongue lashing her wetness, fingers going inside her brought her orgasm to the very edge as the tongue rolled slowly over her clit, parting her lips to circle the small nub, then building a slow rhythm back and forward. Fingers probed deep inside her finding the g spot just as the mouth stopped licking and sucked her now tender clit inside his mouth, biting gently and sucking as he had her nipples.

This new sensation was too much; she felt waves of an orgasm crashing over her, drowning her in ecstasy. Her whole body juddered as she came. 

Her bonds were untied one by one and the hands gently rearranged her on the bed. She felt her arms being drawn out to the corners where the bonds were retied and attached to the bed posts, still not tight but enough so she felt helpless. She was now laid spread eagled, face down, still blindfolded. 

She heard the sounds of someone undressing, a clinking belt buckle, rustling clothing, the sounds of clothes hitting the floor. Her body, still shuddering from her orgasm now started to quiver in anticipation.

His body straddled her back, she thought facing her legs. Hands touched her ass, softly feeling the skin. They slowly enveloped her spreading out to cover her whole ass. They slowly slid down her body to her thighs, feather light, and then down the backs of her legs wrapping almost all the way round. They moved down her calves to her ankles. She felt a chest touch her thighs, arms touch the back of her knees, stomach touch her ass. The hands drew back to her ass again in a slow tantalising movement, thumbs touching her wet patch en route, picking up the wetness before leaving a damp trail of her juices up her back.

She felt the hands at the base of her spine, moving, brushing against her. Then she felt a touch on her spine that wasn’t a hand, it was much warmer, harder, her body shuddered as he slowly massaged his cock into a hard on, it was so sexy, feeling the accidental touches, he was making himself hard and using her skin as well as his hands. She could feel his balls brush against her, his fingers, his cock. She realised she was still coming and whimpered softly. He moved slightly lower and pressed his now hard cock onto the shape of her ass, it was huge! Oh god, she thought, I need that inside me, her body shuddered in anticipation.

He moved off her and she felt strong hands round her waist, lifting her up onto a pillow which he had placed beneath her, then another. She felt him move between her spread legs and hands gently massaged the back of her knees. They slowly moved back and forth to her ass, every time brushing her wet patch, every time sending sparks through her whole body like a meteor shower. He moved closer placing his cock on her ass. She could feel his hand round it, moving. He drew back and slid it around her wet shaved pussy very slowly. He held it at her wet lips, slowly wanking himself. It was driving her totally insane; she ached to feel it plunge inside her, to feel the huge length deeply embedded in her. As he wanked his other hand moved up over her ass and stroked the base of her spine. She squirmed and wriggled, trying to get herself onto his cock but the bonds, gentle as they were, prevented her and the cock kept drawing back, just out of reach.

She felt fingers slide beneath his cock, massaging her softly and very slowly. He was in complete control of her, and she felt like a puppet jumping as her master pulled her strings as her body jerked and writhed beneath him. The bonds weren’t to hold her down while he ravished her she now realised; the bonds were there to prevent her from taking over. 

He was using the head of his cock to massage her clit, moving back and forth between it and the wet slit, each time making sure she felt the head push the lips apart, so close to entering her. She felt she was going to explode, she was so close to coming, each time he moved she felt closer without ever reaching that final point of no return. 

Each stroke he gave his cock moved the head between her soaking lips and sent judders around her whole body. Please, she thought, PLEASE; the thoughts became whispers, the whispers words, then the words desperate pleading.

He started to moan softly, he was obviously very close too. The hand moved faster, the motion transferred to her lips making her whimper. She was shaking in anticipation now, on the precipice of orgasm, she ached for the second he would plunge into her, and she ached to feel his hot juices pump into her through his throbbing cock. 

Still it didn’t come.

He withdrew, moving away from her. Her body felt like it was being hit by lightening, she was so close to coming ANYTHING would have done it. She wanted to plunge her own fingers inside herself and make it happen but the bonds prevented it. 

She would do anything to come now, she begged him repeatedly.

She felt him lower his body onto hers, she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck, his legs touch hers and his cock rest between her thighs. He started slowly rubbing his cock against her, sliding it up the back of her thighs. She felt it locate on her dripping lips each time more firmly. He was going to fuck her now, he HAD to. Oh please God, he had to.

Each time he moved, his cock got closer to actually entering her, she was so bloody wet it slid into her easily. Each time it got close she expected the long hard thrust that would impale her on it, but it never came, it just went a tiny bit deeper each time. She began to feel herself stretching now; it was thick as well as long. His hands were roaming over her body now lighting up her external senses. His cock was now going inside her on every thrust but never deep enough to push her orgasm over the edge. It just went a little deeper each time. She was feeling maybe half its length now, bigger than anything shed ever had but still only half! She could feel herself start to shudder, she was going to come now, maybe a few more thrusts, and another inch of this huge cock would do it. 

She was so close now; she could feel the orgasm about to change from a continuous shudder to an explosion. Then he slowed down!

He just drew back and stopped for a second, making her howl with an animal keening. When the thrusting started again it was much slower. 

He had taken her just over the edge and now held her there at his whim. Somehow he had managed to start her orgasm and put it on hold. He was moaning softly now too, she guessed he was also coming already. He started to add a little circular motion to his thrusts, just as his cock hit the deepest part of her he would give it a little twist so it rubbed her. Each time so slowly so her orgasm got a jolt without full release. He wrapped his arms under her, gripping her shoulders, she felt his body tense and his grip tighten, she was begging him to fuck her now, she screamed faster! Harder!

He drew back, all the way to her wet lips, just touching and no more. She felt him grip her then it came, all at once, one long hard thrust which slammed his cock into her all the way.

He ground down hard to get more depth, then drew back before ramming himself into her again. 

He filled her body completely, his cock was hard in, his bones clashed against hers, she had every inch of his cock buried deep inside her, filling her in a way she had never known before. His thrusting became faster, each time jolting her body with orgasm, each time harder than she believed possible; grinding his cock into her, her muscles clenched, gripping his cock tightly. 

Oh God this was it! 

Suddenly his head bent and he bit the back of her neck hard. At the same time a hand came up and pinched her nipple. 

Gentle sensations could never compete at this point with the explosions inside her, but these rough gestures, which would at any other time have been way too painful, were now just enough to get through the storm of sensations, and her orgasm jumped another few notches. Her whole being exploded and she felt herself go somewhere she had never even believed existed before. 

He plunged into her body, grinding, thrusting, she could feel his body shudder, his cock was throbbing now, and she felt it get even larger as he neared his own orgasm. He groaned loudly and made a huge thrust into her, he seemed to get even deeper and then, she felt him reach his own explosion. She felt spasms running through her from him, felt his orgasm join her own, fusing them together for one endless moment. 

His cock was pumping her full of his juices; they hit her and exploded her senses, mingled with her own, impossible to separate now. 

He collapsed onto her, their breathing ragged as both tried to come to terms with what had just happened. His caresses became gentle again as he brushed back her sweat slicked hair, still moving inside her occasionally, causing her to moan each time. 

The thrusting started to get faster! 

OMG he’s going to do it again! She thought; and it was her last coherent thought for quite a while!



Surprise



I have just gotten out of my evening shower when I hear the doorbell ring. Cinching my robe at the waist, and wrapping a towel turban-style around my wet hair, I go to see who has decided to show up so unexpectedly. I have to laugh when I open the door and see you standing there. In one hand, you’re holding a few flowers that still have some dirt clinging to their few remaining roots, and in the other, two or three of those individually wrapped chocolate truffles found near the checkout lines in supermarkets; on your face, a smile that has never failed to make my heart pound.

I take the flowers and chocolates from you, move to let you in and past me, and then shut the door. Just as I am turning the lock, I find myself pressed to the door, pinned there by your weight. The flowers and chocolates drop to the floor, forgotten, and my hands move up to brace myself. Your mouth is hot on the sensitive flesh of my neck, your hands gripping my hips tightly, your crotch rubbing insistently against my ass, your arousal evident. 

After a moment, you pull away slightly and turn me in the circle of your arms, so that my back is now against the door. I raise my eyes to look up into yours, and feel my breath catch in the back of my throat. I expect to see a fair amount of lust there and the fire of desire burning in your eyes, but this…there’s a tenderness there that reaches out and shakes me to the core.

Your hands slip into the fold of my robe, parting it, your fingertips playing over the skin just under my breasts as you lean in towards me. I close my eyes in anticipation of your kiss…just as your lips touch mine, your thumbs move over the silk bra covering my already hardening nipples. I moan against your mouth, opening mine to you, pressing my breasts into your hands, asking for more. As your tongue slips into my mouth to explore, your hands move from my breasts around and down to my ass, cupping it, pulling me up and against your crotch. My hands are on your shoulders, clenching and unclenching, before moving up along your neck and to the back of your head, pulling you closer. It’s as though I’m starving, and you my only source of sustenance – I can’t get enough of you.

Your hands move back to my robe, pulling it off my body. You let it slip to the floor, and crush me to you again. Your mouth, hot and wet, claims mine once more, and then moves from there down my cheek and along my neck, your teeth barely scraping the flesh, making me shiver with desire. You nuzzle my skin, making me want to laugh and moan all at once. Your mouth moves lower, skimming the skin exposed above my bra, tormenting me. My breathing is harsh and heavy, my mind focused on you and the emotions you are stirring within me. Nothing matters outside of your mouth on my skin, driving me crazy.

Your hands have wandered again, around to my back, pulling me forward as your mouth closes over one silk-clad nipple, forcing a low whimper from my throat. Your tongue flicks out at the hard nub, over and over, swirling around it through the material of my bra, until I’m shaking in your arms. As you turn your head to lavish the same attention on the other nipple, I feel you unhook my bra and slide the straps down my shoulders. You pull away, and I open my eyes as much as I am able, too drunk with desire to focus straight. 

You finish removing my bra and send it to join my robe on the floor. I’m left in only my silk panties, and I can feel the heat in your gaze as it moves over my body. Your eyes lock on mine as you lean forward once again and capture one of my now exposed nipples in your mouth. I can feel your eyes still watching me, but I can’t help but close mine again as you suck each of my hard, aching nipples into your mouth in turn. 

You keep up the sweet torture for what seems like hours before your mouth moves lower to nuzzle the skin under my breasts, making my stomach clench and my knees go weak. Your hands, which have been caressing my waist all the while, move to my hips, and your fingers slip into the waistband of my panties, slowly tugging them down. My eyes open, and I struggle to focus on you. Someone here has way too many clothes on, and it’s most definitely not me. 

Deciding that this is a problem that should be fixed immediately, I reach for your shirt, and mimicking your earlier actions, lift it up and over your head over your head, throwing it to the floor. Looking up into your face, I see that you’re silently laughing at me, and I growl in response, pushing you away from me and up against the wall opposite the door. You’re laughing out loud now, actually shaking with it, but it fades as I trail kisses down the side of your neck to your chest, scraping my nails lightly over the skin of your abdomen, relishing in the contractions of your muscles under the skin.  When I reach the waistband of your jeans, I unfasten them and slowly undo the zipper, pushing them down your hips, letting them puddle at your feet.  

I step away from you, reaching up to remove the towel from my head, shaking my still wet hair out. I run my fingers through my hair, keeping my eyes on yours. I let my hands move from my head and down the sides of my body, slowly, caressing myself...You take a step forward…and stumble. It’s my turn to laugh - you’ve forgotten your jeans are still pooled above your shoes. Mumbling something under your breath, you kick off your shoes and step out the jeans, leaning against the wall so you can remove your socks. 

By this time, I’ve started down the hallway to my bedroom. I’m still laughing – I can’t help it. I keep seeing you try to come after me, so intent, and then stumbling…I turn to see you catching up with me just as I make it in the door of my room.  I shriek at the look on your face, and try to make it around the bed before you can grab a hold of me, but in vain. You pull me to you, cupping my ass in your hands, squeezing and kneading it, grinding your crotch into mine, just two thin layers of fabric separating our flesh.  

You reach up, grabbing handfuls of my hair, holding my head in place as your mouth latches on to mine, devouring me. I’m in ecstasy, whimpering now with desire. My hands reach for your boxers, pushing them down your hips and to the floor, and I press my silk-clad crotch against your hard, throbbing crock, rubbing up and down along its length. You groan, and your hold on my hair loosens, moving down the sides of my face, down my arms, to my hips, reaching for my panties, practically ripping them from my body.

Now it’s flesh to flesh, nothing separating us, and I want you in me so badly…You pull away from me, your lips finally leaving mine…your head dips down, to my chest, and your mouth opens up to take one aching nipple into your mouth, one hand moving to cup the other breast, rolling the nipple between your fingertips, while your other hand moves to my hip, squeezing the flesh. I spread my legs slightly, hoping that you’ll take the hint and touch me there, relieve some of the tension I’m feeling. It’s a foolish hope, as your hand moves to caress every bit of my stomach, hips, and upper thighs, but stays away from that very wet junction between my legs. 

Your mouth moves from my breasts and down my belly…I tense up, knees locking in anticipation of your mouth on me….I can feel your breath on the skin of my pussy…hot…very hot…A moment passes, and when nothing happens, I open my eyes to look down at you. You’re looking up, smiling…damn…I want to kick you. Thinking what a great idea that is, I’m actually preparing to do so when your thumb brushes over my clit. I decide to save the kick for later, and press myself forward, asking for more of the touching. You slowly stand, and give me a gentle push towards the bed.

I crawl onto the bed on my hands and knees, moving up to the head of the bed, and reach for the top of the covers, preparing to pull them back. I feel the bed shift - you’ve moved onto it and behind me, and I almost lose it when your hand reaches in between my legs from behind to cup my wetness. The other hand moves to my back, slowly pushing me forward, so that my weight is resting on my elbows. Your hands move to my inner thighs, spreading my legs further, exposing me to your hungry eyes. 

Your hands move back to my hips now, one hand caressing my ass, the other reaching in between my legs again, stroking my dripping slit. I let out a low moan, pressing my face into the sheets. One of your fingers slip in, and then out, and back in, this time with two fingers. I push back into your hand, but you’re taking your time, slowly moving in and out, frustrating me like only you can. 

I raise my head when I feel your hands leave me, but before I can protest, I sense the bed moving as you drop down onto your back, pulling me back and onto your face. It’s all I can do not to scream out when I feel your mouth on my clit, sucking, nibbling, driving me crazy. As your mouth works over my clit, flicking your tongue out at it and swirling around and over the highly sensitive nub, you insert two fingers into my slit again, thrusting in and out, building up a rhythm that matches the sucking and flicking of your torturous mouth. 

I’m on the verge of cumming when you move out from under me, and before I can even blink, I feel your hands grab my hips, bracing as you thrust into me, hard, fast, to the hilt. I hear the groan tear from your lips, and hear my own as you slowly pull out again. You're leaning over me, your chest against my back, pulling out, thrusting in…your hands move forward to cup my breasts, squeezing them in sync with your thrusts. I push back into you as you thrust in, reaching down between my legs, finding and rubbing my clit as you pull out. 

The pace quickens, and I feel myself approach that edge again, and just as I’m about to go over, you pull out completely and roll me over on my back. You sit back on your heels, and grabbing my legs, pull them around your waist. When you move forward, my legs slide up a bit, and I lock my ankles together behind your back. You lean forward, your mouth claiming mine, your tongue thrusting into my mouth as your hard cock thrusts into my dripping pussy.  Your hands move to mine, our fingers entwining…you move our joined hands up above my head and to the sides, holding them there. You start thrusting again, hard and fast, your mouth still on mine. The pressure builds, both of us in a frenzy now…My mouth tears from yours, and I cry out as my orgasm hits me… 


My eyes are closed, my head thrown back…you’re still thrusting, and I feel the tension building up again, faster this time…I’m pushing up to meet your thrusts, mindless with desire and the need for further release.  As my second climax hits me, I arch up into you as much as I’m able, held mostly in place by the weight of your lower body covering mine, and your hands still holding mine to the bed. 

You release my hands, yours moving down to cup my breasts, squeezing and kneading them...you pull out just as you go over the edge, creamy cum shooting out of your cock and onto my belly. My hands go down to my stomach, spreading your seed over my skin as you milk the last of your cum onto me. I feel your eyes on me, relishing in the contrast of your thick white semen on my dark skin. I unlock my ankles, letting my legs slide down along your body, totally overwhelmed by the force of my multiple orgasms.  

I’m contemplating sleep, but just as I’m about to close my eyes, you grab my hands and pull me up and off the bed, tugging me into the bathroom. Leaning against the wall, I watch as you turn on the water and adjust the temperature.  You come back to me, dragging me into the shower with you. My back is up against the wall of the shower stall, your mouth on mine, and the water is soothing, coursing over our bodies. I feel your cock stirring against my belly, and I smile against your mouth…this is going to be a long night…



Surprise



The need rose up dark within her, like a living thing, trying to break free. It was all she could think of, consuming her until she thought she’d explode with the wanting of it.

The room was dark, lit only by the full moon that was visible through the window, its silvery light glimmering through the gossamer fabric that hung over the windows. She waited, her body seeming to hum with anticipation, waited in the shadows, close to the door, knowing that soon it would grant entry to the one who was at the center of her desire.

It wasn’t long before the door slid soundlessly open, a shadowed figure striding into the room. No hesitation, someone who knew his place in the world and wasn’t afraid of it, as he stepped into the darkness closing the door behind him. But as he turned, his sure step was interrupted and he fell to the floor, surprised.

She was on him in an instant, taking advantage of his shock. She had known it was the only way, to catch him off guard with an ambush. Rolling him over, she attacked the soft fabric of his slacks, ripping them open, only to reach inside and curl her fingers around hot, hard flesh. A hiss of breath was the only comment she heard.

Drawing him out, his cock in her hand, her head dipped as she sucked him completely down, taking his length into her mouth, the tip of his cock slipping into her throat, milking him to a hardness she hadn’t known before. She wasted no more time and lifted her skirt, pausing briefly before lowering herself down, taking in every glorious inch of him into her soaked sex. She gasped aloud at the sensation of being filled, stretched beyond comprehension, but savoring it was not for tonight, not for now. 

She began to move, sliding up and down the shaft, up so far that the tip barely rested inside, then plunging back down, seating him fully inside her pussy, holding on to him with her flesh. Speaking not a word, she balanced herself, hands on his chest as she rode him, a wild thing bent on fulfillment. Her body arched as she fucked him, tense with the electricity that poured through her as reached blindly for what she knew was there.

Again and again, she thrust herself upon him, taking his cock with a ferocity that surprised even her, pounding her body down onto his, caring little what he felt as she tugged her dress over her head, then batted his reaching hands away from her body, finally pinning them down, holding them against the floor next to his head, as she worked her pussy back and forth, up and down.

But even as she held him, he wasn’t still. Yes, he’d been caught unaware but as soon as he felt the wet, tight flesh surround him, he was a willing partner. His hips answered ever thrust of hers, matching her ever increasing rhythm. He’d tried to fill his hands with her but she hadn’t allowed it. She’d taken control and he wasn’t about to complain. He lifted his head, straining against her hold, his lips finding an exquisitely pebbled nipple and latching onto it, sucking it as hard as she was fucking him. Her cry of pleasure was his reward as they moved together.

It was almost within her reach, that beautiful release, as he pumped in and out of her, jack hammering upwards as she drove down onto him. The only sounds were their harsh breathing, some soft moans and the slap of wet skin. She knew he was close, she could feel it in every touch. Rising above him, she cupped her breasts in her hands, raking her crimson nails over the hardened nipples as her pussy tightened around him like a silken glove. She gripped him hard as she rode, watching his face in the shadows, his eyes half closed, his lips parted, panting hard.

And suddenly it was on her, that tingling that shiver that leads to heat. She trembled above him and he watched, knowing she was going to cum. A hard thrust up into her and he moaned, feeling his own body tighten. 

She plunged down onto his cock and her body arched into his hands as she screamed. He pulled her down harder as he arched too, deeper inside her than he’d ever been and felt the rush of his juice as it escaped him, shooting into her.

She felt each hot jet as it sprayed her pussy walls, tightening on each one, throbbing around him as white heat exploded behind her eyes, washing through her body, shuddering as she collapsed against him. 

He stayed within her, feeling her pulse around him. His hands caressed her sweat-dampened skin as he held her close, brushing hair off her forehead and kissing her softly. She started to whisper but he laid a finger on her lips, which she lapped at. His smile was as gentle as their joining had been wild. Without a word, he picked her up, cradling her against him, the fabric of his shirt rasping against her skin, and carried her to the bedroom. He stripped after depositing her safely under the covers, then crawled in beside her, only for both of them to fall into a restful sleep in each other’s arms.



Surprise



“I’m going out to the pool” I call out as I close the door firmly behind me. I need time to cool of and the pool is the perfect place to do so.

“Damn she can get me going sometimes.” I mutter to myself as I walk towards the pool.

Our argument, one of our rare ones had started about something stupid, then went on from there. I couldn’t even remember what had started it, but some things had been said by both of us, leaving us both mad. I had to get out of the apartment before I said anything else. Maybe she would calm down as well, but I doubted it. Shelly could and sometimes did carry a grudge with the best of them.

Shelly was my wife of many years. For the most part we got along, but sometimes things got heated. She was a looker, standing five foot six with red hair. She didn’t like her body, but I’ve found that normal with some women. I know I loved her tits, and her ass was great.

As I walked into the pool area I noticed several couples either in the pool or in the hot tub. Most were in the hot tub. Dropping my towel and keys on a chaise lounge at the deep end of the pool I eased my body into the warm water. As I settled into the corner of the pool to relax, I could hear the wind whipping in the trees. I hoped the rain would hold off for a while. I needed the time to relax and calm down.

When I had been in the pool for about ten minutes, I heard a higher gust of wind. I also heard the gate to the pool enclosure open and close with a crash. Before I could look up the lights went out. As I sat there in the dark, waiting for the lights to come back on, I could hear other people grumbling. Before long I felt the water lap at me as someone climbed into the pool. After several minutes I pushed off from the wall, heading for the shallow end. Swimming under water with my hands out in front of me so I wouldn’t crash into anything or anyone, I went across the pool. Several strokes later I knew I had to be in shallow water and dropped my feet to the bottom. When I finally stood I found the water to be at my upper chest. Walking slowly to the side I found the wall and lounged against it.

Now that I was closer to the hot tub I could hear other sounds. Along with the wind were the sounds of people talking quietly, and the sighs and groans of someone having fun in the dark. Standing there, I could just imagine what was going on in the hot tub, but I wasn’t going to go over and find out. From out of the center of the pool I could feel little waves hitting my body as someone moved out there. Suddenly I felt a hand brush against my stomached, making me tighten up in surprise.

Over the wind I heard a muttered “Sorry”, as the hand pulled away. Before I could say anything the hand returned, lower this time. As it brushed against my lower stomach I gasped, then relaxed. Feeling this the hand stopped, then moved lower, brushing against my bathing suit until it rested over the lump made by my soft penis. Before I could understand what was happening the owner of the hand slid it up, then under the waistband of my shorts, only to slide it lower until it was cupping my balls and prick. As she, (It had to be a she with nails like that.) started gently kneading me, I could feel myself responding. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me, it was almost as though I was in a dream, but I didn’t want to wake up. This had been one of my fantasies. Not necessarily with another woman, but to have a woman take command.

As I heard the door close behind him I couldn’t help but feel sorry for myself.

“What an ass I married.” I thought to myself.

Our argument had started over something as stupid as whose turn it was to do the dishes. Then it got worse. I know I had said some things I shouldn’t have. Hurtful things, but my temper got the better of me. Besides, he had said some things as well. Before I knew it I was pulling on my smallest Bikini and grabbing a towel from the stack.

“If he can go out to the pool, I can too.” I thought as I locked up the apartment.

Shaking my head in frustration I made my way through the windy evening towards the fenced in pool enclosure. As I got closer I could hear the bubbles going in the hot tub, as well as voices.

“Great.” I thought. “He’s in the hot tub, which is where I want to go. Not only that but there are people around who will want to talk, and I don’t feel like talking.”

I almost turned around and went home then, but thankfully I changed my mind. As I walked through the gate, letting it swing closed behind me I looked towards the hot tub trying to see John, my husband. Before I could see anything there the lights went out.

Stopping where I was for a minute, I waited for them to come back on. When they didn’t I started to carefully make my way to the pool. I soon felt the tiles at the edge of the pool under my feet. I knew I was close to the steps, so I turned in their direction and headed that way. When my hand felt the railing I knew I was there. Feeling around I found a small table that is kept there, and set my keys and towel on it. 

“At least I’ll be able to find them again.” I thought to myself as I made my careful way down the steps and into the warm water. The water had been warmed by several days of sunlight, and felt almost like a bath. Wading out into the belly deep water, I leaned down and slowly started swimming towards the deep end. Careful lest I hit the wall, I made several laps until I could feel a slight burn in my muscles.

Not wanting to over do it, and slightly spooked by the dark, I made my way towards the side of the pool. As I reached the edge, I moved my hands around a little to get my balance. When I did I felt my left hand brush up against someone's skin. Muttering a quick “sorry” I pulled my hand away. Before I knew what I was doing I put my hand back where it had been.

“He said I wasn’t inventive enough, or willing to take control did he?” I thought to myself as I felt my hands sliding on this guys body. “He said I’m not spontaneous enough? Well lets see what he thinks of this.”

Thinking this I started moving my hands on this guys body. As my hand slid down his belly to his shorts, I felt him suck in his stomach. God he felt good. Not overly muscled, but solid. Moving my hand lower I felt his outline through his shorts. Not too big, but nice. I moved my hand lower to cup his balls as well. That wasn’t enough. I slid my hand under the waist of his shorts and inside. I could feel his short curly pubic hair rough against my hand then his penis. As I felt it, then reached down and cupped his balls, I felt him stirring in my hand. I loved the feel of his balls weighing in my hand as his cock slowly got hard. Maybe John was right, I know I didn’t do this to him.

As this strangers cock hardened under my hand I could feel myself getting aroused as well. I knew if the lights were on this guy would see my nipples straining against the fabric of my top. Suddenly I felt his hands touching me. As he slid his hands over my body I felt little tingles of excitement. Slowly one hand zeroed in on my chest, brushing over my tits, then settling around one of them, feeling the fullness and weight of my C-Cup breast.

His other hand wasn’t idle. It slid down my body to cup my sex through the thin cloth covering it before sliding around me to grab my ass. I knew he liked the feel of my naked cheek under his hand. As he pulled me closer to feel my ass more thoroughly, I felt him explore with his fingertips. I knew he could feel what I was wearing. While I normally don’t wear a G-String to the pool, (another thing John didn’t like,) I had decided to tonight, just for spite. Now I was glad I had. 

Before I could say anything his one hand had pulled my top down and to the side, exposing my breasts to the cool winds. As he did this I felt him kissing me there. The touch of his lips and tongue on my breasts was almost too much. I could feel myself getting wet, even in the water. As his mouth found my nipples, sucking then nipping them, I could feel them harden even more. I knew if I could see them they would look like erasers. As he was doing this I felt his hands sliding onto my hips as he turned me. I didn’t know what he was up to until he lifted me out of the water and placed me sitting on the very edge of the pool.

When I was sitting there he held my hips. I could feel him moving between my spread thighs, but didn’t know what he was planning. I was too high up for him to fuck me. Then I felt a tickle as his whiskers brushed the inside of my thighs. Quickly then I felt his hot breath on the crotch of my bathing suit, followed by his tongue licking at me through the cloth. This was too much. The pent up emotions of the fight, not to mention the actions of this stranger made me gasp and shudder into my first orgasm.

I knew he felt me cum, but he didn’t stop. As I was sitting there dazed, I felt his hands grasping the strings of my bikini. Lifting my hips I let him slide my bottom off me. I could hear the soft plop as it hit the concrete beside my hips. Not even thinking any more, I pulled my top off and dropped it where he had dropped the bottom of my bathing suit. As I was doing this I felt his face dive between my thighs once again. This time there was nothing between me and his mouth. I could feel his hot breath on me, and his whiskers tickling the sensitive skin at the top of my thighs as he started licking at my box. He was taking his time down there. First her slid his tongue around the outside of my lips, before flattening it and swiping it from bottom to top.

As he was doing this I could feel the ripples of his actions moving through my body making me hotter than ever. I couldn’t believe this. As I was gasping I felt him slide his tongue deep inside my hole, tasting me again and again. Even though he hadn't touched my clit I was getting ready to cum again. Reading my mind I felt his hands move a little, then felt a finger press down on my clit then start rubbing it.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum” I moaned as he started doing this to me. 

When he heard this he did something which surprised me even more than what I was doing. He shifted my hips as I bucked them into his face, moving his tongue down then driving it into my ass. This blew me over the edge. The feelings he had been causing, plus the feel of his finger jazzing my clit, as well as his tongue invading my ass pushed me over the edge. I couldn’t hold back the loud moan as I came. 

Shaking my head in an effort to clear it, I reached down and grabbed his head. Leaning down pulled his face towards mine and kissing him tasted my cum on his cheeks. I wanted more. To hell with being married.

Sliding into the water I grabbed his hands and pulled him towards the stairs. As we waded in that direction I could hear the sounds of another couple or two going at it not too far away in the dark. I hoped the could hear us, and were getting as turned on as I was from it. Reaching the steps I pulled him out and over to a chaise lounge I found by kicking it.

Ignoring the pain in my foot I turned and sat on the chaise lounge, pulling him towards me. Reaching up I grabbed his semi hard dick, and slid my lips around it. As I tried to swallow him I could taste the chlorine from the pool, as well as a slightly salty bit of his precum. (When had he taken of his bathing suit?) Holding his hardening shaft in one hand, I fondled his balls with the other, reveling in the feel of them sliding around in their hairy sac. Finally I couldn’t take it. I wanted more.

“Wow” was all I could think as I felt her hand cupping my balls. Thinking that she might have thought me some one else, I decided to see how far this would go. Reaching out I placed my hands on her body. Moving them I first found her tits. As I played with them I could only enjoy the feel of their weight and fullness. While they weren’t huge, they were large enough to keep me interested. As I played with them I slid my other hand over her body until I could feel her mound beneath her bathing suit. Even through the cloth I could feel the shape of her, and the fact she was clean shaven. Moving more I grabbed at her ass.

It felt almost as if she wasn’t wearing anything. All I could feel was warm skin under my hand. As I pulled her to me I slid my hand around until I realized she was wearing a G-String. I loved it. Shelly rarely wore hers. She always said she was either ashamed of her ass, or more usual she didn’t want to offend some one. I kept trying to tell her not to worry about offending people. If they didn’t want to see her ass they didn’t have to look. As it was she rarely wore it. Now tonight I was grabbing the ass of a woman who was wearing one. It felt great under my groping hand.

As her play grew more insistent, I decided on more. Lifting her I set her on the edge of the pool beside us. When I knew she wouldn’t fall I dove in. I could smell and almost taste her through her bathing suit. Grabbing it, I pulled her bathing suit bottoms off with her help. as she settled back in front of me, I dropped the bikini bottoms beside her. I could smell her sex in front of me. It almost drove me wild.

I leaned down to slip my tongue to her. I didn’t know this woman, but I just had to taste her. Shelly didn’t let me do it often enough, and when she wanted me to, it was usually right after she had either taken a piss or a shit. That didn’t do it for me. This woman though was nice and clean from being in the pool.

As my tongue found her lips, I could barely taste her. Wanting her to enjoy it as much as I was, I took my time. Slowly lapping at her. (as I was doing this I slipped my shorts off and tossed them onto the concrete beside the pool.) At first I worked just the outside of her sex, then I started going deeper until I found the entrance to her pussy. Hardening my tongue I slid it into her while finding her little hard button with a finger. As I rubbed her and ate her, enjoying her taste, I could feel her getting hotter and hotter until she finally started bucking against my face. On one of her hip thrusts, she caught my by surprise, almost knocking me over. What she did do though was to shift herself so when I drove my tongue back into her snatch I found it going into her tight little ass instead. I couldn’t believe it. Here I was, eating some woman's ass. (Shelly would be storming out of the room in disgust at this.)

Instead of being disgusted I heard this woman let loose with a wail above me as I felt her sauce flowing onto her ass and my face. Shifting my tongue back up I continued licking at her as she shuddered in her orgasm. As her shudders and twitching stopped I felt her grab at my head, pulling it away from her crotch. As she did this she leaned down and kissed me, licking her cum off my face as she did so.

As I was trying to keep from blowing my load right there in the water, she slid down to my level with a little splash. Grabbing my hands she started pulling me along. The cool water we were wading through helped calm me some so I was able to follow her out of the pool. As we walked slowly away from the pool I heard a rattle as she kicked something, then her hands moved. Before I knew what was in store for me I felt her hands shift on me, one grabbing my semi erect prick, while the other slid under my balls playing with them. As she did this I felt the warmth of her mouth slowly engulf the head of my prick. As she slid me into her hot mouth I groaned. I loved the feel of her mouth sliding along my pole, her lips clamping and loosening as she did so. As she was doing this I could feel her one handing sliding on what she didn’t take into her mouth, while the other played gently with my balls. Reaching down I felt first her head, then her shoulders, finally her tits. She had taken off her top as well. I could feel her breasts gently bobbing as she moved her mouth on me.

Gently at first I started playing with her tits, weighing them, and running my hands over their fullness. Her nipples felt hard enough to hurt. Zeroing in on them I started playing with them, wishing I could suck on them. She must have been reading my mind as she soon stood up, brushing my cock against her tits then her belly as she did so. Leaning down I sucked them enjoying the feel of them in my mouth. Before I was ready she pulled away from me. I couldn’t feel her there.

“Great I thought to myself. She gets herself off and leaves me to jack off here.” As I reached down to start stroking my raging hard on, I felt a hand grab my wrist. Slowly the hand glided down mine until it reached my cock. Pushing my fingers to the side she grabbed me again. Over the wind and the sounds of other people fucking nearby I could hear her shifting until suddenly I felt something pressing against the head of my cock. Slowly I felt myself being drawn into the heat of her waiting sex.

Before I could change my mind, after all I was cheating on my husband, I stood up. I could feel his mouth lower onto my breasts as he started sucking on my nipples again. The feel of him doing that was intense, but I wanted something else. Pulling away from him I turned, then reached out to grab hold of where I just knew his cock had to be. I felt his hand gripping his rod, and pushing it to the side grabbed him myself. As I finished turning I could hear someone else gasping from their own orgasm. When I could feel him behind me I backed up a little.

As soon as I felt his head against my skin I shifted him slightly to line him up with my opening. Pushing back against him I felt him slowly enter me, filling me with his hard prick. I gasped as he slid all the way into my wet cunt. I could feel his balls laying lightly against my lips, and the brush of his hair against me. Not being able to see I could concentrate on what I was feeling.

Slowly, oh so slowly he pulled almost all the way out of me while placing his hands on my hips. I could feel every inch, every knob and vein on his prick as he eased his way back into me. I was loving this. As he slowly stroked into me some more I felt him shift his hands until one was grabbing at my tits swinging below my body. As he started kneading my flesh there I braced my hands on the chaise lounge in front of me. As he started speeding up I felt him start grabbing at, pulling and pinching my nipples. The feeling was incredible.

“Why didn’t John do this to me?” I thought as I enjoyed the feelings coursing through me.

As he was doing this I moved my own hands until I could reach under me and play with my clit. when my fingers brushed against myself I gasped.. As I slowly stroked myself, I could feel him moving inside me. Lowering my head I pushed my ass higher, wanting more of him in me. When my head was resting on the chaise lounge I reached back with my other hand.

Now I could play with myself with one hand, feel him playing with my tits, and feel his prick as it glided in and out of me with my other hand. I loved it. I could feel my juices running down my legs and off his prick onto my hands. Reaching back a little further I could feel his balls as he pushed into me. 

By this time I was gasping from what I was feeling. I could feel my cunt gripping at him as he fucked my sodden pussy. I was loving this. I was fucking some one I didn’t even know, and I was loving it. I could also hear myself moaning. Not just moaning but telling this guy I wanted him to fuck me harder.

“Fuck me like a whore.” I heard myself say. “Fuck me like the slut I am. Make me scream as I cum.” I was shocked at what I was saying. “Let me feel your cum inside of me.” I said a little later.

I couldn’t believe it was me saying these things, but I loved it. As I felt myself twitching beneath him, I knew I was going to hit orgasm soon. He must have felt it too because he shifted his hands on me. Grabbing my hips with both hands he started pounding into my abused sex. I knew I was going to be sore tomorrow, but I didn’t care. As I felt him start twitching and swelling inside of me I knew he was going to drop his load in me.




Surprise



With a final thrust he buried himself as deep as he could into my twitching sex, holding me tight against his hips as he came with a groan. I could feel him twitching inside of me as he sent stream after stream of his hot cum deep into my belly. When he loosened his grip on my waist I pulled away from him. Turning I grabbed at his slimed prick and buried it in my mouth, tasting both of us as I sucked the last of his cum from his cock.

As I felt myself sliding into her hole I couldn’t believe how hot she was. It felt like she was on fire as her walls gripped me tightly. After she slid me in and out a couple of times I grabbed her hips, slowly sliding one hand under her until I could feel her breasts swaying with her movements. As I played with her tits, I held onto her hips and slowly started stroking into this hot woman. I could feel her hand playing with her sex as I did this. I doubt she realized just how hot this was. A woman helping herself to enjoy sex was an incredible turn on. Too many people were too worried about what other people thought to truly enjoy themselves.

As I continued stroking into her, loving the feel of her twat and her tits, I felt her lean forward. Suddenly I felt her other hand on my cock and balls. She was resting her head on something and playing with the both of us. Man this chick was hot. Too bad Shelly couldn’t release her inhibitions enough to try something like this. She thought it was just too dirty or wrong to enjoy herself this much.

As I kept pounding into her I could feel her walls grabbing me even tighter. from the sounds she was making, not to mention what she was saying, I knew she was going to cum again. There is nothing as exciting to me as a woman losing it. As she started trembling beneath and around me I grabbed her hips and really started pounding into her. I wanted to cum with her. As I stroked into her faster and faster I could hear and feel her starting to cum. As her walls clamped down around me, making her tight twat even tighter, I could feel my own orgasm starting. Thrusting hard I buried myself as far as I could as I felt my load boiling up out of my balls and erupting inside of her. Even through this I could feel her hand gently kneading my balls.

As my head started to clear, I felt her pull away from me. As I shook my head I felt her again grab me. Shortly I felt her hot mouth again surround my now overly sensitive prick as she started sucking on me with long slow strokes. As she did this I felt her hand again gently kneading my balls, milking me. After a couple minutes of this I felt her pull away from my now softening prick. As she stood in front of me she kissed me lightly, almost chastely.

“Thanks, you don’t know how much I really needed this tonight.” I heard her whisper over the wind and other sounds. With that she left. I reached out to see if I could grab her again, not wanting this to end, but couldn’t find her.

Shrugging I turned back towards the pool, and lowered myself into the water to rinse myself off. It wouldn’t do for me to come home with the smell of another woman on me. My wife just wouldn’t understand. As I climbed back out of the pool I felt around for my bathing suit. For some reason I couldn’t find it, although I did find the woman's bikini. I don’t know why, maybe for a souvenir, I grabbed it and made my way back to my towel. Drying off I thought about what had just happened.

“I don't know.” I thought to myself. “Maybe I will, and maybe I won't tell Shelly about this.” I couldn’t help but wonder if I would. I knew she wouldn’t understand, and probably wouldn’t believe me that this had happened. Hell, I had a hard time believing it had happened.

Draping my towel around my shoulders I grabbed my keys and walked towards the gate, then towards home. It didn’t matter that I was nude, no one could see me. As I reached the gate I bumped into someone, and after excusing myself let them out before me. As the gate swung closed behind me the lights came on. In front of me I could see Shelly staring at me, holding a bathing suit in her hand, and wearing her towel draped around her neck. when I looked closer I couldn’t believe what I saw.

As I felt him pumping his load deep inside of me I came with a shriek. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. I could feel his hot load hosing my walls as he twitched inside of me. Slowly he relaxed and loosened his grip on my hips. I knew I would have bruises there tomorrow, but I didn’t care. I would explain them away to John if he even noticed.

Pulling away from him I turned and sucked him into my mouth. I wanted to taste both of us on him. I also wanted to suck him dry. This was something I never did for John, even though he hinted at it from time to time. I just didn’t feel right doing it. For some reason it felt right tonight though. As I slowly slid his prick in and out of my mouth, I sucked on him as hard as I could, wanting to taste every drop of his cum he had left. As I was doing this I gently played with his balls, relishing the fact they were now shrunken. They were smaller because he had emptied them deep inside my cunt.

I could feel his cum sliding out of me and down my legs as I knelt before him. As I finished up, I stood, and kissing him turned away. Even though I wanted this to continue I knew I had to get home before John did. He just wouldn’t understand that I had needs he wasn’t filling. Walking back to where I thought my bathing suit was, I felt around with my feet. I didn’t find my bikini, but I did find his bathing suit. Grabbing it, I though maybe I would wear it next time I was home alone and heading out to the pool. Something to remember this night by.

Carefully I walked back to the table where I had left my towel. Grabbing it I draped it around my neck, and grabbing my keys headed home. As I reached the gate I felt some one else going out as they bumped into me. As they apologized I slipped past them and out the gate. As I turned to head home the lights came back on. Turning I saw my husband standing there, with his towel wrapped around his neck, wearing nothing but a smile. Looking at him I noticed in his hand was my bikini. As I stood there staring at him I could feel the cum drying on the insides of my thighs, and could feel the blush spreading over me as he stared at my nude state.

As he looked at me a smile slowly spread across his face until he started laughing.

“I can’t believe it” he said as he laughed. “Here I thought I was screwing some stranger, and it turns out to be you.”

At first I was mad, but as I thought about it I couldn’t help laughing with him as the realization struck me. Here we had been thinking we had been cheating on each other, and we had been, only to have it turn out we had been cheating with each other. Before I knew it I was laughing as well. Grabbing me he hugged me to his body.

“I’m glad this worked out this way, as strange as it is.” He said holding me tight. “ I think we both learned something tonight.”

As he held me I couldn’t help but to agree. Even though we loved each other, we had cheated on each other because we needed something else. As he pulled away from me, he grabbed my hand and holding it led me back towards the pool. When I looked at him he smiled and said something about getting me cleaned up. I couldn’t have agreed more. As we walked into the pool area we could see several couples laying there nude, some still going at it. As we hit the water, I knew we wouldn’t be sleeping much tonight, but that was okay with me. there were some things I wanted to try with my husband and newfound lover.

As I looked at her, I realized my wife Shelly was standing in front of me with her towel draped around her nude shoulders. In fact she was standing there completely naked. In one hand she was holding what I saw to be my bathing suit. When I looked even closer I could see her sex was raw and red, her lips sticking out, and she was dripping cum. Suddenly I knew who I had just fucked. I had fucked my own inhibited wife. Not only had we fucked, she had enjoyed it. It was too much, I had to start laughing. Staring at me, she suddenly started laughing as well. Reaching out I pulled her to me, relishing the feel of her tits against my chest as I did so. Turning I led her back to the pool to rinse off, I could see our cum leaking out and drying on her thighs. As we walked to the pool we could see several couples who hadn’t stopped what they were doing when the lights came on. Watching them I could feel myself stirring. When we hit the water I made sure to rub her down, trying to keep her hot. There were some other things I wanted to do with her, now that I knew she was willing to open up.

As we dried off I kept looking at her. I loved this woman, and loved to look at her. For some reason she didn’t understand that I loved to look at her. Hell, I wanted to let others look at her as well, let others enjoy the sight of her as much as I did. Maybe her views on this would change after tonight. Turning towards the gate before she could think of grabbing her bikini from me, I led us out. Turning while I held the gate open for her I was happy to see she hadn’t covered up with the towel, instead she had again draped it around her neck.

Heading back towards the apartment I couldn’t keep myself from glancing at her from the corner of my eye. Watching as her tits swayed with her stride, her head held up and proud. Somehow I knew this wasn’t over yet, and I would be a very tired guy tomorrow, but it would be worth it.

Drying off I thought about grabbing my bathing suit from John, but didn’t do it. Instead I finished drying off, then pulled my towel around my neck. As we walked home I could feel the wind against my naked body. I loved the feel of my breasts bouncing unconfined as we walked. I knew he was looking at me, and held my head high, thrusting my chest out. I glanced over at him and saw him as never before.

His body wasn’t muscle bound, but it was solid. His prick, which he complained wasn’t big enough, was hanging between his legs swinging with his stride. Looking at it I remembered the feelings it had given me earlier, and wanted more of it. Maybe I would help him find a way to make it bigger, but even if we couldn’t it still satisfied me.

I knew he enjoyed looking at me, although I didn’t understand why. I wasn’t anything special in my own eyes. My tits weren’t that big, and I certainly wasn’t a young beach bunny. John kept telling me he loved the way I looked, and wanted to let others see me. Before just the idea of that scared me and turned me off. Now I fund it somehow exciting. Thinking about this and his camera at home I felt my nipples getting hard again.

“Maybe, just maybe,” I thought to myself as we walked slowly across the parking lot.

When we got to the apartment door, John handed me my bikini while he fumbled with his keys. When he did this I realized I had just walked here completely naked, so other could see me. I almost came right there just thinking this. I knew what I was going to do now. I knew where his camera was, and I knew what I was going to have him do when he rebooted the computer tonight. With a growing smile I followed him inside.



Surprise



When you get home from work, you remember your wife is gone for a few days. You kick off your shoes and strip down to your shorts. Then smile and say why not the wife in not here to say, "You shouldn't do that!"

You sit down at your comp and as usual, answer emails. When you come to my name, your cock is already tenting your short as if to say, "Oh fuck let me read it!"

When you open the email, all it says is surprise! You think to yourself and wonder, not what does that mean. However, before you get a chance to figure it out, there is a knock on your front door. You grumble, bullshit and put your pants on to go see who in the hell it is! 

When you open the door, you see a beautiful 52 yr old full figured-BBW, in a silk-green pantsuit that sets off her seductive green eyes. You know the minute your eyes meet that its Deana. You ask her in, the offer her something to drink. 

The all the sudden remember how your dressed and when your eyes meet, you are both blushing. You walk over to me and help me to my feet and whisper, "Are you shy Deana?"

I reply, "Yes, I am new at meeting me and doing things like this!" 

You respond by kissing me long deep and hard as your finger caress the small of my back. You know I am excited my hard nipples are poking you in the chest. You pull away for a moment, and then slowly unbutton my top. When my full breast are exposed you gasp, "OMG their beautiful!" You suck my nipple into your mouth, then tug it with your teeth feeling it swell more and respond.

My hands are now fiddling with your pant and my fingers soon wrapped around your hard cock. You let your pants and shorts fall to the floor and step out of them, kicking them to the side. You quiver as my fingers slide up and down your cock. You stop me long enough to kiss me hard then go back to my breasts, sucking and biting the other nipple. 

I moan, "Yesssssss! Oh god, I have wanted you for so long." I tremble and go week in the knees. You catch me and lead me to the spare bedroom. You help me out of the rest of my clothes then stand there in aw, wondering how any man could resist such a hot sexy full figured woman, with my sexual appetites.

You gently kiss me as you lay me down, your hand instinctively going for my drenched cunt. I gasp and say, "Oooooh gods yes, play with me, feel my swollen clit, finger-fuck my hole!"

You sit up, spread my cunt apart, and finger every inch of me seeing and feeling me get wetter. You move so my hands can stroke your cock. You utter, "Slow down doll, you'll make me cum too soon!"

I yell, "Eat me! I want to feel your tongue deep in my hole and your lips and teeth tugging at my clit...OOOOOOOH-FUCK-EAT-ME!"

Now how can you resist such a delectable suggestion? You get between my legs and eagerly lap at my cunt like a starved puppy going after its mom's tit. Before long, I am moving my hips wildly and pulling on your head holding you against my hot cunt. You manage to shove two then three then all four fingers in my hole. You fuck me hard, then attempt to get your fist in me. Remembering that I told you in one of my emails that I love to be fisted. 

Then you do you bite my clit and I scream, "Ooooh Baby, yesssss and literally squirt cum in your mouth, face and all over the bed! Your cock almost lost its load when I came like that and you had not even touched it. 

You slide up and kiss me. I eagerly lick my juices off your face and say, "FUCK ME GENE! Fuck me deep and hard, like I have never been fucked before!"

You rise up and ram you cock into me hard with one thrust. Then grab onto the headboard and continue thrusting you cock as deep as it will go, while holding my legs as far apart as they can go. You watch your cock fuck me and your expression tells me you love it. When you look down me, I am sucking and biting one nipple, one then the other! 

You shout, "Oh god, do that again! I love it when a woman suckles and bites her own nipples!"

I tell you I love to suck and play with my tits and even do it on web-cam! You cannot stand it; you're about to burst and fill every crevice of my cunt with jism. I reach down, finger my clit, and exclaimed, "Fill my hot cunt with cum lover!"

You ram your cock hard and when you do, we scream simultaneously...."I'm cumming!!!!" 

You tell yourself, "Damn, that felt so fucking good! No woman has even made me this hot, this naughty, and cum this hard."

When you cock is still inside me, I pull your lips to mine and kiss you hard as our tongues dance together. I then lick your ear, suck the lobe and utter, "Oh-my-God you're awesome! Now lover lay on your back!"

When you lay down, I move so my mouth is less then an inch from your cock. I then look up at you and say, "Play with my cunt baby!" 

Then take your cock into my mouth and lick our juices from it. I can tell you love it because you are shaking and fucking my mouth deeper. I stop sucking long enough to say, "Get on top of me and slide your cock in my mouth as you eat me. Oooooh god, I love to 69 and me always cum more then once!"

You slide your cock into my mouth and I engulf it until my lips touch your pubic hair. You separate my labia and eagerly lap our juices from me. You can tell by my actions that I love doing this. I tell you that I love it when a man eats our combined cum from me. 

In your mind, your wonder what I would do if your cock was in my mouth and a woman was eating me. You quickly brush that thought aside, deciding you can do that in another sex session, knowing darn well I will do it! 

You envision that image and fuck my mouth harder--deeper! You bite my clit and I begin to tremble. You go rigid and fill my mouth with cum once more. You hold on for dear life you bite my clit again. As an earth shattering climax overtakes me you swallow hard not wanting to miss a drop of our combined fluids. We lay back on the bed catching our breath.

I turn to you and utter, "Sweetheart, ready for round three!"



Surprise



I called you at work to make sure you would be home on time, and you said you would be. After I hung up, I went into the kitchen to put the finishing touches on our dinner. I then went to our bedroom and made sure everything was in place for our big night!

I heard you drive up and I went to the door and opened it. As I stood there, you stopped and looked at me from head to toe. I was dressed in only a hunter green velvet teddy, with a thong back. You smile widely as I ask you if you like it? You shake your head yes as you walk to me to get a kiss. I take your hand and lead you inside. I ask you to close your eyes. You do, and I lead you into the dining room. I tell you to open your eyes. When you do, you notice the room is dim from the candlelight. I lead you to your chair and you sit down. I tell you I will be right back. As I go to the kitchen and pour us some wine. I bring it out and sit it on the table. You smile and I turn to go back into the kitchen . You reach out and pinch my ass lightly. I turn and smile, as continue towards the kitchen. I come out with our plates. I sit yours in front of you and mine beside you. We sit and eat and sip our wine, while we talk about our day.

When we finish I get up and take our dishes to the kitchen. I ask you to blow out the candles, but to stay there, I will be right back. I come back and hand you another glass of wine. I take your hand and lead you to our bedroom.

Again, I ask you to close your eyes just before we enter the room, and you do. I pull you inside and tell you to open your eyes. Again, you see that the room is all a glow with candles, and that the bed is covered with rose petals. You turn to me and pull me to you and kiss me deeply. I reach for the buttons on your shirt and start to unbutton them. I remove your shirt and let it fall to the floor. I look deeply into your eyes and kiss you again. My tongue runs over your lips and then into your mouth. I unbutton and unzip your pants. I push them down to your ankles. I come back up to your silk boxers and pull them down as well. I gently push you down on the bed and pull you pants and boxes completely off. I tell you lay back and relax, I will be right back. 

I go into the bathroom and return with a bottle of warm massage oil. I ask you to turn over, as I pour some oil into my hands. I begin massaging your back, working to your ass and down your legs, to your feet. You moan, and I ask you to turn over. I put some more oil in my hands and begin to massage your chest, stomach and hips. I rub down the front of your legs and back up. I stop at you thighs and bend down to lick at the flavored oil. I begin to lick, kiss and suck your inner thighs. I look up to see you smiling widely at me. I take your cock into my hand and slowly bring my mouth to it. I suck it in to my awaiting mouth slowly. 

I suck on it eagerly and hear you begin to moan. As you begin to grow harder in my mouth I suck a little harder and faster. I suck you in to my wanton mouth deeply, then slide my mouth all the way back up to the tip or your cock. Holding your shaft in my hand, I lick, kiss and nibble just the head of your cock. Slowly I suck our cock back down deeply into my mouth. I caress your balls gently playing with them while I continue to suck, up and down your hard thick shaft. You moan and ask me to move to a 69 position, so you can pleasure me as much as I am pleasuring you. I turn around and place my pussy in your face. You move the little piece of material from my panties with your hands and begin to lick my clit, hungrily. I moan loudly as you plunge your tongue deep into my hot hole. I moan again and intensify my sucking. 

Moving faster and sucking harder. Going down deep, back and forth from the base of your cock to the tip of your silky head . You continue tonguing my hot pussy, as then insert a finger, and then another. Pumping me wildly, while your tongue continues to work my clit. I continue to suck you as I feel my orgasm building deep within the pit of my stomach. A small scream escapes my lips as you call my name. You tell me you are about to explode. And I beg you to cum in my mouth. You work my hole and clit faster. You tell me to cum on your face. I start to cum as you pull your fingers out of my pussy and insert your tongue into my sweet wet spasming hole. You lick and suck up all my juices. You then cry out my name as I feel your cock start to spasm in my mouth. You start to cum as I swallow deep and hold you cock deep in my throat. As your spasms subside I continue to suck you until you are dry and start to go limp. I turn around and move up to your face and kiss you deeply. Mmmmmmm; I love tasting me on you!

We kiss and cuddle for a while as we are content in each other's arms. The smell of roses fills the air from the crushed petals. We start to kiss again and our hands begin to roam over each other's bodies.

Soon, your cock is at full attention and you pull me on top of you. I straddle you and slowly insert your cock deep inside of me. I slowly begin to rock back and forth. You reach for my breasts, as I toss my head back and moan loudly. Still rocking slowly, I start to increase my speed as you moan my name and yell, "Oh yeah, fuck me baby, fuck me hard you horny bitch! I start to ride you like a wild animal. I feel my orgasm building, you wet your fingers and reach down to rub my clit. I ride you faster and harder. You thrust your hips up, and tell me you are gonna cum soon. I continue to ride you wildly as I explode on your cock. Soon after I start cumming, you shoot you creamy load deep inside me. I bend down and lay my head on your chest. With your cock still deep inside me, I look up into your eyes and smile warmly. You kiss me passionately and lay your head back on pillow covered with rose petals. We fall asleep, dreaming of our next lovemaking session.



Surprise



We wake up in the morning naked and are just all intertwined. We are attending a teacher's convention and there is a class that I want to go to and you are just going to take the morning off. We both want to go to the same class that afternoon. So as we cuddled, we made a plan. I'd go to class and you'd pick us up something to eat, then pick me up and we'd go someplace quiet for lunch. After we would go to the afternoon class together. 

We just lay there together in each other's arms, stroking each other, until I had to start running or miss the class. It was a hard decision but since the union was sending me – I really needed to go to this class. So after a final, wet, passionate, kiss – I jumped up and ran off to the class. I just made the class and it took about 20 minutes before I really heard anything that the instructor was saying. You were taking too much space in my mind. 

The class was very informative, but towards the end I kept starring at the clock begging the hands to move faster so that we could again be together. It was just going to be a pleasant lunch, but I wanted to be able to touch you again – hold your hand, graze your arms, and maybe if we can find an out of the way place, kiss your beautiful face. We don't want to be too obvious in a public place.

When class is over I go running out of the room. When I get outside your right where you said you'd be. Marie, I can see you smiling from all the way across the street. I jump into your car and you ask me if I'm ready and kind of giggle. You have kind of a funny look on your face but I say 'Yes I'm ready – What's up? Did you find a place for us to eat?' You put the car in gear and take my hand – we are again 'in touch'. You tell me you found the perfect place. 

While you are driving I'm just watching you. Your hair is draped around your face and you still have that funny look on your face. But you're smiling. You're wearing some kind of a summer dress. Loose and cool looking for a hot day, that buttons down the front. I watch your chest rise and fall as you breathe – you are kind of breathing kind of fast as if you're nervous or excited. While holding your hand I keep rubbing that soft patch of skin between your thumb and your index finger. 

When I start paying attention to where we are going I realize that we're somewhere behind one of the dormitories on the campus. There are fields out there, soccer or football. We park the car and grab our stuff. Instead of sitting down right there near the car, you insist that we walk all the way across the field. There's woods on the other side and we can sit in the shade of the trees 50 – 60 yards from the car. You sit with your back to the car and the road facing the woods. There is no one else around. You ask me about the class and I tell you about the high points that I was able to pay attention for. We're both eating as we chat. 

At one point I look up and notice that the top two buttons of your dress have come undone. As I begin to wonder what might have happened, you put your hands on the third button – you look into my eyes, smile, and undo it. You open the dress and I realize that your not wearing a bra as your left breast comes into my view, and you ask, 'Are you ready for dessert?' 

You and I both look around at the same time. We are totally out in the open – but there is no one in sight, and even if someone did come by – we are so far from the road no one could tell what's happening, as you look totally dressed from the back. As I start to come closer you undo the next button and your right breast also comes into view. My mind is racing, my heart is again pounding, and you have amazed me once again.

We move together and I can feel your chest against mine. I kiss you on the lips and you are very hot! You push your tongue into my mouth and I play with it sucking on it and fighting it with my own tongue. It's like we are trying to see how close we can get. We hug and seem to be trying to unite our bodies - we are touching everywhere. You seem to be trying to see how far into my mouth you can put your tongue. I respond by inserting my tongue into your mouth as far as I can. 

My hand has dropped and is now massaging your right breast. It's like I'm pushing it into your chest – I can't get close enough to you. I am trying to touch you all over all at once. We finally break for a breath and you again smile (I love your smile) and you ask 'Did I surprise you?' I respond that I was flabbergasted. You giggle and say 'Watch this!' I lean back for a moment and you slowly unbutton the rest of your dress and you're not wearing any panties. O MY GOD!! I pull the dress to your sides but your back is covered and still look dressed from your back. I lay down in your lap with my face looking up at you. You lean slightly forward slightly and drop your right breast into my mouth. I play with your breast and nipple with my tongue, teeth, and lips. I lick all over your breast, and finally lick the tip of your nipple with my tongue. I grab the nipple gently with my lips and gently pull – nothing too strenuous. I bite and scrape your breast all over with my teeth, but gently, no marks. 

You eventually pull your nipple out of my mouth but quickly replace it with your left breast. As I'm playing with your breast – we hear a car. We both freeze. We know that no one can see what we are doing – we're just two people who are close together but if the car stops. . . we'll have to stop. We hold our breaths and the car continues and eventually is out of sight. We laugh in relief, and I lift my head to again grab your nipple with my mouth. My mouth is in ecstasy and you are moaning in delight. 

I switch my position and put my head between your legs. You lean back and rest on your hands behind you. As I put my mouth on your pussy, I find you're sopping wet. Your anticipation has really gotten to you. You moan so loudly that I lift my head to see if anyone can hear. There's no one around and you use one of your hands to push my head back. I lick up and down along your lips, and poke my tongue in and out of your vagina. You are so smooth and slick from all your juices. You continue to moan in obvious enjoyment. 

I smile and continue. I lick your clitoris and grab it with my lips. I then take my right index finger and insert it into your vagina. I slid it in and out, then twist it all around while my tongue and lips are continuing to lick and suck on your clit. I eventually add my middle finger and continue to work them in and out, and in and out, and all around inside your vagina. I take my other hand and grab your breast and massage it. As I begin to pull on your nipple with my fingers, with my tongue on your clit and my fingers in your vagina, I feel you tighten around my fingers and you cum with a loud shuddering moan. You hold my head against your belly for a minute.

After a minute of rest you get me up and we switch positions. You put your hand up under my shirt and rub my chest. At the same time you start to undo my belt. I help you out (being a good guy) and undo my shorts and pull down my zipper. You then pull my shorts down a little and pull out my penis, which is throbbing. You begin to stroke it and at the same time lower your head to my penis. 

It's now my turn to beginning moaning. You lift your head quickly and smile at me, and then again lower your head. You work over my penis with your tongue, teeth, and lips. Swirling and licking and sucking. I am ready to burst; you lift your head and finish me with your hands. I spurt all over my belly. And you look up and smile once again at me. I pull you up and we kiss, both spent. We stay in each other's arms for a little while and then realize that we can still make our afternoon class. We clean up a little, get dressed and laughing and holding hands, walk back to the car.

We go to the class and as we sit down and I realize what no one else in the class knows – that you still don't have any underwear on! It dawns on me that I'm going to get very little out of this class. I can't help but stare at you, and you give me this smile which seems to say, "I know what you're thinking!" I bet you do!! Oh well – even if I don't learn anything, at least I'll enjoy my afternoon.

I hope you enjoyed the story. Please vote and leave a comment. I would appreciate your reactions. This was written for 'Marie' on her first day back to school in September!



Surprise



You have been gone for two weeks and my pussy is ravishing for your touch. The sweet, long, beautiful stride of your tongue against her wetness makes her ache for you.

Today at 4:00 is our anticipated reunion. Our chance to taste and savior each other for hours.

I knock on the front door and you open it within seconds. I am more than certain you have been standing there watching me walk up the drive from the window that is on the door.

"Hi lover." I say as I walk through the doorway opening you are holding open for me.

"Hello, how have you been?" You ask. 

"Good, but I have been missing you." I say as I walk up the steps to your apartment.

You follow right behind me. The top step of the staircase leads right into the front room. You come up on me from behind and hug me. "I've missed you too."

I notice you are squeezing me a bit hard, but I don't move. The thought of you missing and wanting to be with me turns me on. Since we haven't been together for two weeks, there is only one way this scenario is going to end up, me fucking your brains out. 

Still holding me, your face buried in my hair, "I like what you are wearing." 

I'm so flattered you even noticed, I think to myself. My jean skirt is short. I have on new wedge sandals to accent the muscles in my calves, and a new blue flowered shirt that is very low cut, so you can see my breast bulge out of the push up bra I am wearing. You start to kiss and suck on my neck from the position behind me you still occupy. Your hands slowly move down my back, over my ass, along the side to my hips and up to both breast. I can tell you are getting turned on because the kissing is getting harder and the massaging you are doing to my tits is getting rougher.

"Time to play." You whisper in my ear. Our code words for role-play.

I understand without saying a word. I can tell you want to lead the scenario, which is fine with me.

My arms come up to embrace you and make you bite my neck harder, but you capture them in mid air and hold them tight.

"Leave them up, right there", you order. I do as I am told.

You grab my shirt right in the middle, where it is in the low cut "v" and rip it so it comes off like a button down shirt. I don't flinch. Then you unsnap the bra and slide it off me.

You go back to devouring my neck, but as you do you pull my hair to the side. It yanks my head to the right, which makes my neck open to your punishment. Your other hand is on my tit squeezing and torturing my nipple.

You whisper into my ear, "You've been a naughty girl, haven't you?'

"No, I haven't." I answer innocently.

You force me around to look into your eyes. I melt in your blue ocean gaze.

"I know what you do without me, now you have to pay for your hidden pleasures."

Your hand is buried in my red locks of hair. You pull it and force me to my knees.

Never taking your hand from my hair, "unzip my pants, take them to the floor and suck my cock you naughty bitch, you know how I like it."

I fight against my restraint, but underneath I am devouring every minute of it.

When I get your pants down your cock is hard and straight, at the perfect angle for my mouth. I take in just the head, to taste the bit if juice you have already created for me. "Take it all bitch, don't tease me." You say.

Hand still in my hair you push my head forward, until I deep throat your whole prick. As you guide my head back and forth you are watching the whole show in a mirror that is sitting against a chair, which just has not made it to the section of the wall it will claim home soon. "That's it baby, I like the way you suck my dick."

Watching this show from two different angles, and the intense feeling because it has been two long weeks, you are ready to explode sooner than you thought. You can't stop the intensity, it's too much. As you start to blow your load, you pull it out of my mouth, so it shoots all over my chin, neck and tits. I stick my tongue out to get a taste. You put your dick back into my mouth so I can suck off the remaining droplets of cream and clean you up.

You go over to the couch and sit down. I sit back on the floor and start to caress and play with the cum that is all over me. I spread my legs apart and slightly lean back. You can see that I am wearing no panties under my little skirt. I can tell by the look on your face that you are enjoying the view. As my finger glides into your cum I then take it down to my clit. Not that it needs to get wet because the juices are flowing out of my cunt already.

"Play with it. I want to see how you do it when I'm not around."

I am more than happy to give you a show. I pull my skirt up around my waist to give you a better view. I lean back against the recliner behind me and spread my legs. I slide my middle finger from the tip of my pussy down deep into my cunt to get it all wet and slick. I bring my finger out and stick it into my mouth to taste my own juices. As this is happening you are watching me in a very intriguing way. Then my finger finds it's way down to my juices again and gets it all wet. Then I glide it up to my clit. You know how that really turns me on, so you study me. My finger slides up and down on the bud very slowly. Within a few minutes it starts to engorge. I start to massage quicker, but remember you are watching so I show down again. I am watching you watch me. I stick my finger deep into my wetness to fuck myself. My hips actually start to move slightly to try to keep rhythm. I bring my finger back to my clit, spread my legs apart even farther and explode. At this moment I don't care that anyone is watching, my head is thrown back and my eyes closed. After the moment expires itself I look back to you. You seem pleased at the show you just beheld. I crawl on my hands and knees to the sofa you are sitting on. You spread your knees apart so I can make my way between them. I lick up your thigh, starting at your kneecap to your balls, on the left side, then the right. When I have finally arrived at my treasure and start to really taste it your hands go into my hair and pull my head up. " I don't think so. Get up and turn around." I do as I am told. From out of nowhere you have a scarf and are blindfolding me. "Take off the skirt". I do as I am told.

You grab my hair and force me to turn right, then quickly left. I know this is leading to your bedroom. Approximately ten steps I am at the edge of your waterbed that has a ledge around it.

"Climb up on the edge." You tell me. Once up on it, I am on my knees and bent over with my hands on the bed. My ass is in the air. You spread my legs apart even further. You get on your knees off the side of bed and start to kiss and lick the inside of my legs. Then your tongue finds the crack of my pussy and you suck and fuck it intensely. Your hands have come up around my ass and your middle finger enters my forbidden hole. My body is rocking back and forth to the rhythm my hips want to create. I feel your kiss strong and sensual on my neck while you are cupping and teasing my nipple. All these sensations at the same time have me about ready to erupt when I realize there is too much happening. 

"Oh fuck, what's going on?" I ask sternly.

"Be quiet, this is my show." You tell me. "It's going to go the way I want it."

By the laugh I can tell it's another girl. OK, I think, I 'm not having a problem with that.

As she continues to glide her tongue from my slit to my clit I moan louder with every breath.

"I knew you would like it baby. I only want to make you happy." You say in my ear as I explode all over this unknown female's tongue. You kiss me deep and hard.

You get up and get behind me. Your rock hard cock is rammed deep into my cunt. You grab my hips to control my rhythm. Slow and deep you penetrate me. I feel every bit of your shaft as my lips embrace you. At the same time the unknown girl is maneuvering under me. She positions herself to where my face is right above her engorged clit. 

Favor for a favor, is the thought that runs through my mind. I am happy to oblige. Her nectar is already running out of her slit. As you are pumping my pussy you watch me bury my face in her cleanly shaved girlie-ness.

"That's it baby, make her scream for it." You tell me.

As I am enjoying my task of licking and sucking her bud you are watching and pumping me harder. The girl is moaning in delight and you are following suit. My pussy is so wet just from knowing the two of you are being turned on. Within moments she is grabbing my hair and pushing my face into her treasure because she is cumming all over me. As you watch all of this you start to slam my cunt faster and harder. The girl gets up, goes behind you, gets on her knees and starts kissing and licking all over the back of your legs and ass while one finger goes up your ass and the other hand goes to your balls. She is not there for two minutes and you are struck by the excitement. You pull out of me and shoot your wad all over my ass and lower back. I feel your warm juices on my skin and I am pleased, my hands slide out in front of me and I collapse on the bed. I need to rest for a few moments.

"Do you want something to drink lover?" you ask me.

"Yes, please."

I turn over on my back, still blindfolded. I get a deep throated kiss and listen to you walk down the hall. After a moment I realize it wasn't your kiss. I take off the blindfold and look around. No one is there. A few moments you come back with something for both of us to drink.

"Are you ok, I hope you are not mad at me, but I thought we would both enjoy that", you say.

"No, I'm not mad, that was quite the surprise."



Surprise



The old man watched the entrance gate carefully. She should be home any minute. He knew she was wearing the blue dress he liked on her so much. He quickly turned and stirred the contents of the pan on the stove and resumed his vigil. He thought he heard her heels clicking on the sidewalk. He was right, there she was. He quickly opened the window and grabbed up his laundry. She was out of sight now and he slipped out the door and moved silently down the balcony, then turned and paused until he heard her steps on the stairs. He started back toward his apartment door. She reached the landing and walked toward him. She smiled as she recognized him. He smiled back and stopped at his door. "You look lovely today Maggie. How are you?"

"Why, just fine, now that I am home. And you? Oh! What do I smell cooking? Mmmmm, that smells good."

"That is Italian sausage with onions and red and green sweet peppers. I have more than enough for two. Would you care to join me, we can eat on the patio."

"That sounds wonderful, let me change and freshen up and I will help you carry things down."

"Fine, just knock when you are ready."

Ten minutes later she tapped on his door and he opened the door. He thought she looked great in white shorts and a tiny yellow halter top. "Come on in, I have everything ready. Here you carry this bottle of wine and these two glasses and I can handle everything else." 

She watched as he picked up a brass tray with a large hooped handle with a brass ring on top. The tray was loaded with plates, silverware and covered dishes. He carried it easily and she was surprised that he let it swing as he walked. Everything stayed in place even when he had to step quickly aside for a man going the other way. When they reached the patio he went to a table in the center and put the tray down. "How is this?" he said. "It looks clean."

"Just fine, let me help you. Were you ever a waiter? You handle that tray like a pro."

"No, the tray is the trick. Watch, I put wine to the brim in your glass, now I put it on the tray. Now you pick it up and walk with it." 

She picked up the tray an took several tentative steps carrying it. Not a drop spilled.

"Walk faster and turn sharply, just let the tray swing when it wants to." She did as he said. Not a drop spilled.

She grinned at him as she came back. "I love it. It is so easy."

He set places for each of them and placed a covered dish on each placemat. He put two smaller covered dishes above each place. When she was seated he removed the covers from the two dishes in front of her, disclosing the meal. The larger plate held a half of a large Italian loaf. It was sliced in half and held an Italian sausage covered with fried onions and green and red peppers topped with melted Mozzarella cheese. The smaller plate held a small salad of greens, olives and cheese covered with an Italian dressing.

"Wow," she exclaimed, "This looks super. I love Italian."

"Go ahead and dig in. I don't know of a graceful way to eat this." 

"Mmmmm. This tastes as good as it looks." She smiled, "what are you cooking for us tomorrow night?"

He returned her smile, "I usually cook a steak, baked potato with sour cream, a salad and hot rolls on Friday evenings if I have company, otherwise I go to Burger King."

"I'll get the steaks on my way home tomorrow if you will cook them." 

"The steaks I like are expensive, but are worth every cent. Do you know Pepper's Butcher Shop on 41 north?"

"Yes, I know the place, but I have never been inside."

"When you go in ask for Jim. Tell him you want about a two pound Kobe Beef sirloin steak, tell him it is for Bill, his old fishing buddy."

"I can do that. Do you need anything else?"

"No, but watch yourself in there. He has so much great stuff in there you can blow your food budget for a week in a heartbeat."

"I have never maxed out my food budget so I am due one. I can do it once in a while. What is Kobe Beef?"

"Kobe Beef is a special breed of cattle from Kobe, in Japan. Traditionally these steers are pampered and fed beer and other goodies, and allowed little exercise, they are given daily massages. The marbling of the meat is twenty times greater that regular beef. The meat very tender and can be cut with a fork. This beef is basically the same only it is raised in Australia. The flavor is excellent. You will love it."

"It sounds good to me, I can hardly wait. Bill, I don't know how to thank you for this evening and in advance for tomorrow."

"Don't be silly, girl. The presence of your company is thanks enough. I hate eating alone."

"I will help you clean up and carry everything up to your place, then I need to get home." 

"I see you checking your watch, I can make two trips, you go now. You don't want to miss his call."

"How did you know?"

"I just guessed, it wasn't difficult, a beautiful girl like you must have men lined up wanting to see you."

"You flatter me too much, Bill, this is one guy I want to get rid of."

"If I can help, please let me know."

"Thanks, but I can handle it myself, it is sweet of you to offer though. Good night!" She brushed his cheek with her lips and ran up the stairs.

The next day he set the little dining table with two places using his best linens and silver. He had gone out and bought an attractive centerpiece of flowers he put in the center of the round table. He had made twice baked potatoes with sour cream and chives, he had the salad made and two homemade dressings. Rolls were ready to ready to go in the oven. He had showered and shaved and trimmed his mustache and goatee. He estimated he had fifteen minutes to go until Maggie got home, allowing for her stop at the butcher shop. He waited patiently in his chair from which he could see the entrance gate. He smiled as she came through the gate exactly on time. He loved to watch her walk in her high heeled shoes. Lovely. Made his mouth water. God! He wished he was young enough to really make a play for her. She tapped on his door. He waited until she tapped a second time before he answered the door. "Hi! There you are, as lovely as ever." She blushed and handed him a small package. "Here are the steaks, he sure bragged on you. He said I was very lucky."

"Don't put too much store in what he says, we have been friends for twenty years."

"Give me twenty minutes and I will be back."

"Take your time Maggie, I'm not in a hurry. I thought we would have a drink or two and let you relax a bit before dinner."

"That sounds wonderful, let me clean up after work and I'll be right back. Do you have any Captain Morgan?"

"Ah! One of my favorites, Yes, I have plenty."

Exactly twenty minutes later he heard her light tap and he opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks. She wore her hair in a crown braid, she wore a red dress that clung to her body, she had on high heeled shoes and stockings. He stared at her. "Are you going to invite me in, Bill?"

"Oh! God you are gorgeous in that outfit. Please don't step on my tongue."

"Why thank you dear Sir, you make me blush."

"Please come in and have a seat, how do you like your Captain?" 

"With ice and water, please. You look handsome tonight."   "Thank you dear, I know a good eye doctor for you to see."

They sat and talked, telling each other their likes and dislikes, and many other things about themselves. Bill looked at his watch and jumped to his feet. "Hey! Let me get the steaks going. I'll have dinner ready in twenty minutes or less.

After dinner Maggie looked at Bill and said," That has to be the best meal of my life. Everything was very, very good. The steaks were out of this world, perfect, just perfect. You were right about them, they are worth the money. You sure know how to spoil a girl. Are you trying to seduce me?" 

He grinned, "Of course I am. No, I have no delusions about that. I just love to be with you. I love your company." 

"Why do you say 'Of course not?' You are the sweetest man I have ever known. You like me for myself, not just for my body."

"If you think I don't lust after your body you are nuts. You are the most desirable woman I have ever seen. But I don't want to take a chance of loosing your friendship."

"That has to be the sexiest thing any man ever said to me." 

"I have watched and admired you for a while now. I know a lot about you, and I like all I know and see." 

"What can you know about me?"

"A whole lot of things. You do not appear to date anyone, you keep yourself in excellent physical condition, you read a lot, I know that you hide your body under frumpy clothes when you go to work at the real estate office. You love the sexy lingerie at Victoria's Secret. You love their dresses too, and have several, but rarely wear them. You are divorced from someone who has to be a total idiot to let you get away from him. I know when you have your monthly period, and lots of other interesting things."

"What?" She blushed, "how can you know all that?"

"I am very observant."

"I don't believe you know all that."

"Your period is due on the third of next month or close to it."

Her mouth dropped open, "How?"

"Easy, you must have missed the note about the change in the garbage and trash pick up several months ago. You no longer leave it outside the door, you have to take it down to the dumpster. I started carrying yours down when I took mine. You use those clear plastic bags and I am very observant. I noticed certain items every time I took down your trash. They were always there just after I have a payday. I get my pension every twenty eight days."

Maggie threw her head back and laughed. "You are observant, I'll have to buy some of those black trash bags. But I think there are a few secrets I have kept from you."

"I sure hope so. A little mystery make one more attractive."

"Tell me all about you, Bill. I want to know all your secrets."

"No way. I am a dull person. I have been married twice, divorced once, widowed once. I fathered three sons, raised five kids. Retired early, fished a lot, lusted after beautiful women, but I tended to marry them. Cheated on the first one, never did on the second one. Had twenty five years of government service, both military and civilian. I have had a pretty good life. Now I am a lonely used up old man. That is about it, does it make you want to cry?"

"Not at all, I think you are younger than you know, you look like you are in pretty good shape. I have seen you swim laps in the pool when you think no one sees you. Usually very early in the morning, I watch you from my window while I drink my first cup of coffee. You swim very well, very fast. You are about six feet tall, and weigh, what 175 or 180? You have the body of a much younger man."

"Really, I hope he doesn't want it back. Can I fix you a little after dinner drink?"

"Sounds good, what do you have?"

"I have some, brandy, crème de Cacao, Crème de Menthe, or B&B."

"Can you do a Crème de Menthe frappe?"

"I don't have everything for that but I can fix you a frozen Crème de Menthe. Will that do?"

"Sounds good to me." After several minutes of grinding noises from the kitchen he returned with two glasses and a blender jug of green slush. He poured a glass for each of them and sat on the couch next to her. He held his glass to her and said, "Cheers", and they both sipped from their glasses. She looked at him and grinned, "You have some on your mustache, let me get it off." She leaned toward him and pulled him toward her. She had a napkin in her hand but pulled him closer and put her mouth to his and gave him a long sweet kiss. She pulled back and said, "I didn't get it all let me try again." This kiss lasted longer. He looked in to her eyes and lifted his glass and coated his mustache again. She smiled and said, "A woman's work is never done," and pulled him to her again. This time she felt his tongue brush her lips and she opened them to let her tongue meet his. She felt his hand behind her head as he pulled her closer. They put their glasses down and she turned to face him and put her arms around his neck. Their hands were exploring each other. He could feel the sweet curve of her hip and thigh. He was surprised to feel the shape of a garter belt holding up her stockings. He wondered if she could feel his erection pushing against her. He could not remember feeling this way in many years. He wanted to touch all of her but didn't want to frighten her. He ran his hand up her stockinged thigh and felt the soft velvet skin above. Her dress stopped his hand from going further. He pulled his mouth from hers and said, "Sweetheart, I must either send you home, sit on the other side of the room or take you to bed, your choice."

"Where is your bedroom, I want you right now."

"Follow me he said leaving a trail of clothing down the hall. 

He stood perfectly still as he watched her reach behind her neck and start the zipper down on the little red dress. Then she reached up with the other hand and pulled it down to her rump. Her eyes never left his as the dress fell forward to reveal her breasts encased in a lacey red bra. A matching garter belt was under her red lace panties. She unfastened the front snap on the bra and let it go. The cups of the bra stayed glued to her breasts until she pulled them down and dropped the bra on the floor. She walked to him and put her arms around his neck pressing her lips to his. Then she backed toward the bed and fell pulling him on top of her. He lifted up and let her move further on the bed. He resolved not to hurry this, he wanted to please her first. He kissed her lips softly and played with her tongue. He kissed her cheeks and her neck. He looked down at her full breasts, standing proud and succulent. The areola were light brown, the nipples erect and quite long. "Beautiful" he whispered. "Absolutely beautiful." He brushed his lips around the globes of her breasts and butterfly kissed the nipple of the left one, he treated the right breast the same way. Her hands were lightly behind his head now, guiding him in his attentions to her breasts. He returned to the left breast and sucked at the nipple softly. He was startled by the taste of milk! He pulled back and looked at the white fluid seeping from the nipple. He looked up at her. "You have a baby?"

She pulled his head back to her nipple. "Please suck on it, it feels so good. I need to get the milk out, they are too full and they hurt. That feels better all ready. No, I don't have a baby, I have a crazy sister who talked me into taking a couple of pills for my headache, then told me the doctor gave them to her to make her lactate because she had dried up and was breast feeding her baby. Now look at me. My bras are too tight and milk leaks everywhere. Can you help me, I hate milking myself."

"Madam, I would consider it an honor and a pleasure to assist you in this matter. Anytime you need help just call on me to help out. Mmmmmm. It's tough work but some ones got to do it. Mmmmmmmmmm. This may take all night." He pulled back a little and gently squeezed the nipple and directed a stream of milk into his mouth. She started laughing and her breast jiggled and sent milk all over his face. That sent her into a fit of giggling. He stopped sucking and smiled at her, " I haven't done this in years, please forgive me if I don't do too well, I'll improve with practice. I think this one is dry, let me get to work on the other one. Ah! Vanilla!" That set her off giggling again.

He filled his mouth with milk and moved up and kissed her passing the milk into her mouth. She grinned at him and said, "Get back to work or I'll find someone to replace you. No! I don't mean that, you do a wonderful job, I love it. I may just ask Sis for some more pills when I go dry if you will help me like this. I need to do this quite often, you know. That one feels better now. Thank you kind Sir." He cleaned the areas around her nipples with his tongue and said, "Just let me know when you need me again, I think you had better spend the night here so I will be handy. How does that sound?"

"Wonderful. I don't want to go anywhere." He pulled her to him and ran his hands down over her chest and over her panties feeling the lacey material. She reached down and caught his hand, pulling it away, "Please, not yet." she said. He looked up at her and said, "I am sorry, please forgive me."

She said, "No, sweet man, it's not your fault, I want you to touch me all over, I just don't want this to end. I have never felt so loved in my whole life. Just hold me for a few more moments."

"I love to hold you dear, but why are you afraid this will end." He heard her sniffle and saw tears running down her cheeks. She sobbed, looked up at him and said, "because I am a horrible freak of nature, you will hate me when you find out." She was sobbing uncontrollably now. 

"Please stop crying, I can't stand to see you cry. I love you, I don't care if you are a transvestite, or what you are, I love you."

She looked at him and stared for a moment. She stifled her sobs, "Pull my panties down and let's get it over with."

He looked into her eyes and leaned over and kissed her tenderly, "No, you pull them down when you are ready, in five minutes, five weeks or five years. I can wait if I can be with you."

She smiled at him and kissed him. "I love being with you too. Please let me up. I have to go to the bathroom." He watched her walk away to the bathroom, thinking, 'God she is beautiful, I see no sign of any masculinity, I still want her.'

The bathroom door opened and she walked over and stood in front of him, she held her panties in her hands covering her sex. 

"Well, here goes." she said, and pulled the whisp of material away and placing her hands on her hips. Below her pubic hair he saw what was unmistakably a penis, it was somewhat smaller than his but definitely a cock. He slowly reached out and lifted it gently. He leaned forward to kiss it when he saw something else. Beneath the penis was a vulva with delicate protruding lips. He looked up with wonder in his eyes, "You are a hermaphrodite?"

"Yesss," she sobbed, "I am a freak."

He said, "HUSH, don't ever say that again. You are not a freak. You are a wonder of nature, a marvel of creation, you are beautiful. Let me look at you. Please lay back on the bed. I need to know some things too." She reclined on the bed and closed her eyes, her lower lip quivering and holding herself rigid. He moved up and kissed her softly, just as he had done before. After a few moments she began to relax.

He looked her and softly said, " I do love you, sweetheart. This changes nothing. I just have more toys to play with."

Her eyes popped open, "You mean that, really mean that?"

"Yes, oh! Yes I sure do." He trailed kisses down over her flat belly and raised her cock as he slid down between her legs. He spread the vulva with his thumbs. Her penis lay out of the way on her belly. He ran his tongue along the silky skin of her inner lips then slipped it between them. He felt her shiver and he pushed the little hood of skin away from her clitoris and closed his lips around the little nubbin. He sucked and laved it with his tongue. Maggie was moaning now, her legs jerked and she said, "Yes, yes, Oh yes, Ahaaaaaa, Yessss. I'm cumming, Oh! Yesss." He lifted himself over her and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her vulva until it was coated with her juices, then he slipped the head slowly inside her, he pulled back and slowly moved into her again, this time deeper. He repeated the movement and went still deeper. She put her legs around him and pushed back with his thrust. He started moving faster and harder then slowed again. He stopped completely for a moment and she looked up at him. He smiled, "Just lay still, don't move, I don't want to cum yet until I satisfy you. So don't move."




Surprise



"You have already made me cum more times than I have ever in my whole life, you are wonderful. Please cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. We can do it all later. We have our whole lives ahead of us. I love you too, Dear God, I do." He climbed up beside her body and placed the head of his cock on her lips. She opened her mouth wide and he stroked himself. She reached up and moved his hand out of the way and stroked his shaft with her lips around his glans and her tongue swirling around the head. She felt him stiffen and heard him growl deep in his throat, he paused and she felt the rapid pulse in his cock. Then it exploded sending gobs of semen in to her mouth. She sucked it all in, not wasting a drop. She smiled up at him and pulled him down to rest beside her. She kissed him tenderly and whispered her love for him into his ear. He pushed up on his elbow and asked, "Do you feel alright about your self now?" 

She smiled, "You sound just like my sister, she always said I was the lucky one to have a penis and a pussy."

He grinned, "Exactly, I suspect your female side is overwhelmingly dominate. Am I right?"

"Oh! Yes, I am mostly female, I don't even know "He" is there most of the time. I never get an erection unless someone plays with Him. I have to be careful of him though because my GYN guy says I could make myself pregnant. I can't take that chance. I don't want to even think about it."

"It is none of my business and tell me to mind my own business if you want to, but how did your husband handle your dual sex?'

"I don't mind, I think he married me because he thought he could make money from me by having me in porno films. He was always wanting me to expose myself to his friends or other people. I wouldn't do it and we fought all the time. In our divorce he said I was sexually a freak. I had to go through all that in court. I just wanted out. Then when it was over I didn't want any kind of a relationship with another man. Until you came along. I investigated you, like you did me. You are known as a soft touch for the girls around here. Several told me they offered you sex for money and you gave them the money but refused the sex. I never heard of you asking anyone else for dinner. I watched you for a long time before I figured out a way to meet you by acting hungry." He almost fell off the bed laughing. She pouted and wanted to know what was so funny. He told her of his maneuvers with the Sausages, Peppers and Onions. She giggled. He hugged her to him and kissed her. She put her hand on his cock and looked at him wide eyed, "You are hard again. Wow! Can I kiss him?"

"Sure can I kiss yours?"

"Oh! I would love that." They got in the famous 69 position and he put his lips around her cock and took it all in his mouth. He sucked and pulled his lips over the head of it. She stopped kissing his cock and lay her head back and moaned. He felt her penis grow in his mouth. It grew and grew until he could hardly get the length of it in his mouth. He stroked it slowly as he ran his tongue over the head and the area just behind and below the head. He rolled her small testicles gently in his hand. He felt the scrotum shrink until the balls were up tight beneath the base of the shaft. She moaned and shook and his mouth was flooded with sperm. She pushed his head away and said, "Oh! I can't take that any more, it is too sensitive." He pulled himself to her face and showed her her own sperm in his mouth. She put her mouth to his and swallowed her own cum.

"Yours tastes best," she said. "I love you for what you just did, you won't believe who did that for me last."

"Your sister?"

"How did you know?"

"Just a guess, I think she loves you very much and would do anything for you."

"That was when we were teenagers."

"I will never think of you as anything but a beautiful woman. That is what you are to me. Have you considered surgical removal? They do wonderful things nowadays."

"I looked into it several years ago, there was some doubt that I would have any sexual feeling or responses at all left if they did that. I decided not to do it. I feel now, that this is who I am. Take me or leave me."

"Good, you have a deal, I'll take you."

"Good, can we play some more now, lover."

"What would you like Darling girl, I am yours to command, I am your love slave."

"I want you to make love to me like you would any other woman. I love everything you have done so far. I have never tried anal sex, have you?"

"Yes, I have, some women just love it, they say they have more feelings there and they can control their muscles in their rectum better than those in the vagina. Of course with exercise a woman can learn to control the vaginal muscles too. We will go slow and see what you like. I never want you to have any pain or to do anything you do not enjoy just to do what you think will please me. I only want to please you. That will please me. OK?"

"Yes, What kind of exercises are you talking about?"

"Well there is the one where you insert a pencil or a metal rod in your vagina while you squat and let it drop a little ways and tighten up your vaginal muscles and stop it before it is all the way out. You practice this until you can drop it about an inch at a time. The metal rod is harder to do. It takes more pressure and more control."

"Will you teach me?"

"If you want me to. First I just want to make love again. Just lay back and let me kiss your sweet lips, talk to me, tell me when I do something you really like me to do, tell me if I miss a place. Just talk to me softly or move me where you want me."

He placed his lips over hers and gently rubbed his tongue 

Around the inside of her mouth. Then he played with her tongue. He kissed her ears, inserting his tongue causing her to giggle. She murmured, "I like that." He kissed her throat then moved directly to her nipples, his mouth on one and a hand on the other. He tweaked one between his thumb and forefinger, then pinched it lightly while he laved the other with his wet tongue. She grasped his head and pulled it tighter to her breast. "Yes, Yes," she moaned. "Wait, please let me explore your body. I want to please you, too. You tell me what you like. I want to kiss and taste all of you."

"I said I was yours to command, I like that one." He lay beside her and kissed her lips. "Go for it, Sweetheart."

She went right to his cock. He watched as she examined it closely, she ran her hands all over it, then followed with her lips. She pushed his legs apart and lifted his balls and looked at the scrotum, she very gently sucked one of his testicles into her mouth, then the other. She looked up at him, "They are big, I didn't hurt did I?"

"No, but you had me worried."

"Oh! I never want to hurt you. I'll never do that again."

"That hurts."

"What?"

"That you will never do it again." She giggled, "You are funny, I love it, and I love these." she remarked as she gently kissed his balls and licked them with her little pink tongue. 

"That feels wonderful, I like that."

"I can smell a little musky odor from them, it is not unpleasant, it is really very sexy." She ran her lips over his shaft again then moved over his body a leg on either side of him. She leaned forward and kissed him again. She whispered "I love you." softly in his ear then stuck her tongue in his ear. She kissed him again and slid back down his body, he could feel her penis drag down his stomach. She kissed and played with his little nubby nipples. He gave a soft moan of pleasure. He watched as she kissed them each again then moved further downward. He felt her pussy touch the tip of his cock. Her head jerked up at the touch. She reached down and guided him into her love channel. She slid back until she had him all inside her. She straightened her back and grasped her breasts and rubbed them. She rose slowly then settled back down. She would go up until he was sure his cock fall out then she eased back down, She began rubbing back and forth when her pussy was against his pubic hair. She had her eyes closed and an angelic smile on her lips as she moved faster and faster, a long drawn out moan escaped her lips and she fell forward on his chest. He raised her hips with his and held her there with his hands. He thrust up against her. Harder and harder, she quivered and screamed in her joy as he pounded into her, bringing her to an seemingly endless orgasm. She was barely aware when she felt him reach his climax and felt his love fluid pump into her. He let her gently down on his chest and hugged her to him. He kissed her hair and loved the clean smell of it. They lay still for several minutes, his flaccid cock still inside her. Then she looked up at him. "Do me again. Please!" 

He laughed, "I would love to do it this instant, dear girl, but right now I am out of gas. I am an old man. Not one of your young bucks."

She jerked up, "NO, you are not, don't ever say that again. You are far, far and away the best I have ever had. I have never had multiple orgasms before in my whole life, never, and I have had several of them tonight, it is almost more ecstasy that my system can handle. It is pure unadulterated joy. I am totally fulfilled and completely content, I was only kidding you. You are the most wonderful lover I have ever even dreamed about, you are what girls pray for, but never get, so don't say that again or I will have to punish my love slave. You don't want that."

"I give up, you do make me feel like a young buck. Please don't punish me. I will try to please my Mistress."

"I forgive you, my Darling man, I do need you to nurse on my breasts again shortly. I could kill my sister for giving me those pills, I was so embarrassed when you got a mouth full of milk. You should have seen the expression on your face." He laughed, she grinned and they kissed again.

"I will service your beautiful teats when you are ready, I want to meet your sister, I want to get some more of those pills. You will have to quit work and move in with me so I can keep those 'udderly' delightful breasts emptied for you."

"That sounds good to me, but we don't really need the pills."



Surprise



She undid the towel wrapped around her modest frame and placed on the hook next to her shower. Sliding the curtain aside, she gingerly dipped her right foot into the bathtub, and she was instantly greeted with the warmth of the water as it enveloped around her.

Letting out a long breath, she placed her left foot inside and nestled down into the bath. She could feel the intensity of heat as the water brushed up against her shivering body.

The weather outside was always unpredictable and today was no different. It was supposed to be warm outside, but instead she had worn so many layers of clothing to school she thought it was ridiculous. Why do those weathermen get paid if they can't tell us what I have to wear?

Ah well, that was the worries of earlier today, and those thoughts slipped easily into the background of her mind.

To the forefront emerged a lone figure, and he was not at all a stranger to her. Not a stranger to occupying her thoughts that is.

While she had never technically crossed paths with him, she felt a closeness she could not put into words.

And trust in the fact she had tried to do so on many an occasion. He had fallen into her lap through the circuits and static of the information superhighway. And she has not let him stray from her ever since, though that has been quite the challenge.

She chuckled at that thought, as her right thigh emerged from underneath the water and her hands absently ran soap across her smooth skin.

As she continued to wash her legs, she could not help but notice the uneasy feeling in her gut. Her abdomen was completely tied in knots, and she felt as if someone had unleashed a bevy of butterflies within her.

Hardly could she really complain at the fluttering that occupied her tummy, as she has long since had this sort of feeling for anyone, let alone someone she had not physically met.

Someone she could touch.

Look into his eyes.

Someone she could hold.

Place his hand within her own.

Someone she could simply see.

Inhale the rarity of his presence.

She had waited for so long, playing an extended game of cat and mouse with her quarry. Though at this stage, truth be known, she was uncertain if she was not in fact the one being hunted.

The thrill of the chase. Of the hunt.

And it was nearing its end.

The final stanza.

Climax.

She turned her attention to her shoulders, and then spreading the suds across the length of her arms.

What will he be like?

Will he be all that she has hoped for?

All that he has seemed to be?

This wasn't something she really did often. Yeah, sure, she had met people online and even ventured out to meet them before. A couple here and there. However, when it comes right down to it, those encounters have never lived up to her expectations.

For the most part, each episode has been one she would rather forget than hold on to for even the length of time it takes to brush her teeth. Oh, she thought, I need to make sure to do that before I go.

It was unusual for her to think the first time they would meet would be at night and she very well may spend the entirety of it with him.

She considered that for a moment. Doesn't that sound awful?

Who in their right mind meets someone for the first time and stays the night? What does that say to him about her? What does it speak of about her in general?

She buried her face in her hands, and after a few moments she just started laughing at herself.

It turned out to be quite the chuckle, and while she attempted to recover by closing her eyes and resting her head on the back of her bathtub, a loud shrill echoed throughout the bathroom startling her.

Her phone.

She reached out of the tub, grabbed the towel, and as she dried her hand she flipped open her cell phone. As she went to place the phone to her ear while still clutching into it with her towel, the phone slipped from her grasp. As it fell softly on the mat, she scooped it up and realized it was him.

"Sorry! I dropped you."

Oh, jeesh. What a klutz she was.

"I hope you don't mean for tonight?" was his reply.

He always was like that. So in control. He came across so cool, calm, and collected.

It only heightened her already intense fascination with him.

"No! Definitely not! I mean, of course we're still on for tonight, right?"

She stammered out her reply, the cool air leaking in through the bathroom door she had carelessly left slightly ajar.

"I can think of no better way to spend my evening than with your company, sweetheart. So I hope today went well? How was class?"

He was using that voice.

God, he always got to her with it. He was doing it on purpose, this she knew, and it was already starting to drive her wild.

It was so low and soothing. Almost hypnotic with the way he spoke. He had gotten her to say and do quite a few things she never thought she would using this voice. Grrrr!

"What's with the voice," she inquired playfully, hoping to provoke him, "you know what it does to me."

She could have sworn she heard him laugh, but if she did it was so abbreviated that she left it alone.

"I'm just trying to find out how your day went, dear, I thought that was something you liked about me?"

What a tease. He always did this, playing her own words back on her. Daring her to a battle of wits, a game in which he adored engaging in, but above all else one he absolutely loved winning.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. It was okay. I had to teach again today, and I really enjoyed the outcome of the lesson plan I made. I think it was well-received."

She tried to stay on topic, something he made difficult, as she began to drip dry in her bathroom.

Continuing in his awfully enticing voice, he said, "Well, that's good. Would that be the lesson plan you almost didn't finish?"

At which point he began whistling as if he was innocent of any treachery.

Of course, he was not.

"Oh, right, as if you had nothing to do with that. You know between school, work, and trying to sleep it was hard enough. Add you into the mix and I'm worn out!" she stated firmly but with an excited hint in her tone.

He smiled on the other end.

A smile for none to see.

"So you're saying I have worn you out, are you?"

The smile gone. Now he was grinning widely on the other end of the line.

"Yeah, that was lame. So you mentioned you had a request for me to wear?" she inquired with great consternation and an abundance of trepidation.

"I do."

Hmmmm. What was he up to?

"Okay. Well, what is it?"

He wasted no time in replying.

"What are your measurements. I will have a few gifts for you when you arrive later this evening."

She got very quiet. Unsure how to accept this statement and in what way to process it, she was at a loss for words. What was he up to? She doesn't just tell anyone her size! And what were their plans anyway? He always hinted at a surprise she'd love, and he'd never come off his stance of not sharing any information on what that was.

"So? What are they, sweetheart?"

She gave in.

His voice.

Intoxicated with his smooth delivery and tantalizing personality, she rattled off the figures and asked once more what his plan was.

"You'll see tonight. I'll expect you at not a moment after 8 o'clock, deal?"

"Deal."

"Guess you better hurry up and finish getting ready then, huh? Oh, and I hope you like surprises."

She was about to reply when he cut her off.

"See you soon, dear. Mwah!

Click.

What was she doing?

What has she gotten herself into?

How was he able to make her feel so alive?

So real.

When for so long she felt so alone.

So out of touch.

Was he real?

She could only hope as she glanced down at the time on her phone.

She would find out soon enough.

Only a few hours away now.

There she stood.

Just a short ride away from everything she wanted and feared.

There was a sense of finality to it all.

This born in that of a new beginning.

Her mind had been racing all day, and it seemed rather intent on continuing to do so for a good while longer. He seemed so smug and confident when he spoke with her, and she could hardly say it wasn't an attractive quality. In fact, it was one of the things she liked most about him.

For reasons she could not explain, he simply had this way about him that came across as confident and even a bit conceited while maintaining a shred of modesty. Almost as if he was simply stating a commonly shared idea when he spoke glowingly about himself.

After some thought, he probably was. She found him to be everything he had said and so much more. The leaves of sincerity that tumbled so easily as he spoke were caught up in the winds of their courtship and were swirling about her from head to toe.

She felt like she knew him on so many levels.

It was as if she had known him for years before they spoke, and after conversing he only cemented that feeling. There was a connection between the two that was undeniable to either part, and he often spoke of her, which drove her wild.

All of this when she simply was browsing online and reading about random individual's personal lives to pass the time late one evening.

Now look at where that curious glimpse into his life had seated her.

At the altar of making a change in her life that she did not expect nor entirely desire when they crossed paths.

Never was it her intention to actually coax along a potential personal relationship from her online escapades. Idle chatter was one thing, but to develop such a deep and intimate personal affection for someone through cable wire and telephone lines?

Almost unthinkable.

Almost.

There she stood in tight blue jeans and a form-fitting burgundy shirt as she sneaked a peak in her mirror.

Looking at her reflection, she pondered whether it was too overt for the evening's affairs. While she was presenting a rather casual attitude, she didn't want to come off as attempting to show off her delicate curves.

Truth be told, she was never very secure with her body, and that lack of comfort has taken her years to come to grips with.

It was a double-edged sword for her, really, either someone was only enticed by her physical features or they wrote her off due to those very same traits.

Don't mistake her, though, she was not at all displeased with the way she looked, in fact in recent time she had learned to appreciate her beauty all the more and find ways to accentuate it, but her body would always be a source of both pride and frustration.

She enjoyed some photos of herself, yet others she despised. It had little to do with herself, but more the feeling each picture represented. It became a way of life almost for her to live through these moments.

You are only young once.

Savor those precious seconds before one turns old and gray.

So she straightened the shirt some, and adjusted the way the jeans hugged her hips, and still she was unsatisfied.

She retreated to her closet and began rummaging once more for something a little less provocative.

Buzz.

Thump.

Rubbing her head frantically, as she hit her head on the clothes rod in her closet, she stumbled into her bedroom to turn off her alarm.

Earlier she had set it to allow herself ample time to leave so as not to be late for her date, if she could even call it that.

Trying to catch her breath and not freak out, she again pondered another shirt to wear.

Looking down in her hands they contained one simple off-white blouse. Now, for some reason this seemed the perfect thing to wear, and she shrugged it on after quickly discarding her previous top.

Her keys?

Her purse?

Her wallet?

Her cell phone?

All of the identification one would need under any given circumstance?

Check.

She pulled the door to her apartment closed, and locked it behind her. Staring briefly at the wooden frame, she considered the prospect of never again returning to the confines of her home again the same person as she is leaving it.

Ordinarily this would give her great worry in such a pause, but for some indescribable concept she found a serenity in it all.

Pleased.

Nervous.

Excited.

Scared.

Alive.

So very alive, she felt, and it had been so long since someone was capable of stoking the hidden embers within smoldering flames she kept deep inside and away from all.

Whatever the outcome, she was going to be different, and for some reason this was not a bad thing.

Not bad at all.

Descending the stairs with a hop, skip, and a small leap she landed cleanly in front of her car. Unlocking her door, she seated herself smoothly behind the wheel, shut herself in, and began the long trek to see the prospective new firefly in her jar.

Fiddling with the radio, she flipped from station to station and from song to song without much of anything capable of stemming her nerves.

As if anything could at this moment.

Finally, she shut it off in favor of her CD player. What a Godsend it was for long drives alone to and from new places and new experiences, she thought.

Oh, my.

Figures.

The disc she had left in her car was a burned copy of an artist he had turned her on to. She was a singer born in Canada with a powerful voice and a tender heart. The artist's life has led her all over the world, though, and in some ways she has lived as a gypsy. A traveller with something to say. Something to sing, and sing she could.

The artist's name? Tara MacLean.

The music had such a soothing tone that it would at various times in her car ride steal her away from her thoughts of the impending meeting and lead her back more toward a state of numbed bliss.

Such a beautiful voice, she thought, when arguably her favorite Tara song came on the radio as the first wave of lazy raindrops pelted her car.

"Let Her Feel The Rain"

How appropriate was that?

Either an omen of good fortune to come or a portent of concern. She took it for the former, and discarded the latter almost as quickly as the thought popped into her head.

Here she was driving along the interstate with a rainstorm falling from the overhead skies and she was settled warmly inside her car singing along to a song that made her feel beautiful.

He often said that of her.

She was beautiful.

Don't guys always say that to you?

Especially one so charming as he, and with as many females as he has that covet his attention and his affection.

Yet right now she felt beautiful.

And sexy.

She was wearing some of her most enticing underwear beneath her clothes, and she was enjoying every moment of it.

The anticipation.

The trepidation.

The desire.

Hell, she was just excited to finally have some reason to wear them. Shopping for cute bras and panties was something she loved to do, as her plethora of Victoria's Secret receipts could attest.

In their conversations she knew that he had a fondness for thongs, and on this night she was not going to disappoint him, and while he was a fan of large chests, she could only hope she lived up to his desires.

Why was that?

Why did he matter so much?

He should like me for me, she thought.

Agh! He did. She knew he did.

Would her skin even see the light of his eyes, she wondered. It wasn't that she was easy, far from it, she had not been intimate with someone since her last relationship quite a while previously. In fact, this had been the longest she had gone without the tactile touch of another since she began dating period.

Was he worthy?

Would he even want her?

Quiet.

One step at a time.

Just be yourself, she thought.

Repeat that.

Be yourself.

Ring.

Her phone! Good Lord, it scared her half to death. She quickly turned the music down and flipped open her phone without even bothering to look at the person calling.

It was him.

"Hey you," she said excitedly, "I'll be there shortly."

"Of course. Nervous?"

"How'd you know?" she countered.

"Because I know you, silly girl. So I like your choice of music."

"Oh, yeah, isn't that ironic?"

"Wrong Canadian. That would be Alanis. Ick."

"That was bad." She laughed.

"You smiled, so how bad could it be?"

"Gr, you! So what's my surprise? Tell me!" she pleaded earnestly which seemed very much like it was bordering on whining.

"You'll see soon enough. I was just calling to make sure you were alright with the rain and all."

She nervously chuckled, "I am. This isn't my first time driving in it."

"Good. I'll let you focus on driving then. Oh, one other thing, I'm leaving my front door unlocked so just let yourself in. Bye, sweetheart."

With that he hung up the phone.

Damnit.

Why does he do that?

So unfair of him.

She turned the music back up, and listened to the rest of the song, another one of her favorites by Tara, and continued her drive.

Now I don't know what to believe This girl made of steel with Her heart on her sleeve Looking for someone To love and leave me That's me

"That's Me" by Tara Maclean

Those lines always had resonated deep within her, almost as if they had been written, recorded, and sung just for her. Heart on her sleeve. Someone to leave.

So her.

That's me, she thought to herself.

Not tonight.

She pulled up outside of a white house peeking out behind a line of bushes with a long driveway and a screened-in porch. It was only one story, and the house's steps led up to a wooden framed door with a large knocker on the front.

Checking the address and description for the fifth time, she was so tempted to call him.

She didn't.

Instead she dialed her parents number and spoke to her mother, just letting her know she was safe and that she would talk with her later. It was a short conversation, and she was stalling.

Enough.

Bravely, she climbed out of her car, beeped the locks behind her as she ascended the walkway that escorted her between the hedges and up to the front door.

As she took the knocker in her hand to knock, the door creaked open, and the mist of small raindrops brushed against her exposed skin. It was very windy here.

She said a brief hello as she crept inside, closing the door behind her, when she heard a voice from another room.

"I'm in here, sweetheart."

She opened the double doors that led from the entry hall to the den, and the house was completely dark. Not a room in the house had even one light on.

Then she saw from beneath the door leading to the right a flickering of illumination.

She pushed open the door and she saw him sitting in the dark with two large candles on the dining room table dancing about the room.

On the walls she could make out a few paintings, a shelf here, and a china cabinet there.

Seated at the table he sat, and she looked down and there was a chair directly opposite him already pulled out.

"Please, be seated."

That was it.

He said nothing else.

She stared at him, the light from the candles wavering back in forth in his eyes like a firecracker dances on the ground as it reaches its term.

Such beautiful eyes he had.

Pulling the chair in behind her, she finally examined the contents of the table.

There was a beautiful tablecloth made of a silky fabric with a deep blue hue to it, and resting on top off to the side was a large package wrapped in gift paper with a bow and some ribbons adorning it.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

His fingers drummed the table before her, and she looked between him and noticed that there were three large white bowls covered on the table.

"I thought you might be hungry after your drive over, and I could think of nothing sweeter to dine on than you.

So I prepared the next best thing."

With that he removed the covers and she saw some of the most plump and fresh strawberries she had observed in quite a while.

"They look delicious." she said as she reached to take one.




Surprise



He rapped her hand slightly, and motioned her away.

Standing up, she took in his full frame, and he towered over her, which only added to her feeling of helplessness.

Something that is so unusual for her considering how much she craves being in control.

He was with her and they each knew it.

"Close your eyes."

She did as he asked with slight hesitation.

How foolish could she be.

Walking around the table, he stopped and knelt down before her, uncovered the other two bowls, took out a strawberry, and dipped it into one.

All of a sudden she felt it upon her lips, soft and creamy to the touch, chilled, and very sweet to the taste before the rough texture of the strawberry became apparent. She bit down and began to eat the piece of fruit from his very hand.

It was some sort of sweetened whipped cream he had immersed it in and she was quite approving.

He again coated another strawberry, and pressed it softly to her lips.

With her eyes still closed, the other senses were more in tune with her surroundings and his rhythmic breathing heightened her already sudden yet deep arousal.

He was feeding her.

So gently.

So sweetly.

And so perfectly.

The next piece of strawberry was dipped in a thick and viscous coating, and when she tasted it she immediately could tell it was a quality chocolate he had melted for her.

Such a deep obsession she had with anything chocolate.

She adored every bit of the strawberry, and as she was finished she gently began to kiss his lingering fingertips as he traced them softly across her lips.

Giggling, she couldn't really contain herself, she had to say it.

"What a surprise this was. Wow."

"Surprise?" he inquired. "I haven't even yet begun."

She stammered in her, well, surprise at his comment.

"What exactly do you mean? There's more to this night?" she inquired in a bashful tone, finding it difficult to meet his piercing gaze.

He had yet to remove his eyes from her form since she had entered the room. It did not exactly make her uncomfortable, in fact she almost delighted in the intense attentiveness, but she was a bit taken aback by his powerful presence.

She shouldn't have been.

From the moment she first met him she could sense that he was different. Confidence is something so many guys she has met attempt to display, but if she had learned one thing in her numerous forays into the world of males it was that most paint a false portrait of bravado about themselves and bathe in it daily.

It is as if the guy becomes so engrossed in his own image that it dominates every topic of any conversation. You end up walking away half wanting to laugh but mostly wanting to cleanse yourself from the oil spill you just traversed.

Just too slick.

These guys were pretenders, and he was anything but that.

When he moved, he did so without concern for how he presented himself. His posture was of no concern. She was his focus.

As he looked into her eyes, worried not was he with whether she returned his stare and gave him her attention. He was only interested in her. Memorizing each detail with each passing moment.

Every line on her face and every hair out of place, he committed time and thought to each. Spiraling around her with every breath she exhaled, it was as if in these brief seconds together she had become his world and he her moon.

The security with which she felt right now was almost tangible. She could feel the warmth of his body only inches from her own.

While he radiated warmth, she felt the chill of the blustery evening on her skin. It was almost as if he had windows open throughout the house, and the wind had snaked its way from room to room to encircle around her in an envelope of winter bliss.

She shook at the thought, and the sudden vibration of her body startled her and she let out a sound.

"Eeep!"

Laughter.

She saw his face for the first time change from inquisitive and searching to relaxed as he enjoyed her misstep.

"Stop laughing at me!" she pleaded with him, hardly serious in her request.

He stopped and scanned the floor before returning his sight to her and a smile overtaking him again.

"Fear not, dear maiden, I see no mouse."

With that he bowed deeply in mocking fashion and continued with a kiss of her delicate hand.

His hand was warm to the touch, and so very firm in comparison to her slender fingers that seemed almost ice cold. Instantly she felt a tingling sensation wash over her beginning at the birthplace of their connection -- her hand in his own.

Secretly she wondered if he knew just what an effect he was having on her. He bent his head down and she could not help but close her eyes for this. His soft lips pressed so gently to her skin, and she felt the excitement stir within her as suddenly as a screeching bottle rocket soars off so immediately into the night sky.

She felt as if she could almost take flight along with it.

At the very least she was hovering well above the Earth at this point, if only it be his desire propelling her to such heights.

That was enough.

So much more than enough, she thought, before she realized his lips no longer remained planted on her hand, as she opened her eyes and saw a sparkle in his own.

He was watching her so intently and with an almost reverence that she found so indelible, she could never wash him away from her.

She was now stained.

And she never felt so alive.

"You may want to breathe."

Stopping, she felt her cheeks stinging red by his comment as she began once again breathing softly. She did not even realize she had been without breath, and mortified would be an understatement as to the way she now felt.

What a foolish girl she must be to him.

So flighty and wistful was she, while he was so calculated and reserved. What was she doing and why did she feel such an attraction to him?

Then she returned her gaze to him and caught sight of something she would never forget no matter the number of days she would walk this land henceforth.

His eyes?

Closed.

He was breathing softly.

She wasn't sure what exactly he was doing.

Ah.

He was absorbing the situation. Listening to her breathe again. He did not even bother to look upon her as she was lost in the burning of her cheeks and the embarrassment of her gaffe. She began breathing and he simply wanted to listen and absorb the experience of it.

Wherever does one find such a man and how did she stumble upon such?

She closed her eyes as well, and they sat there for an indeterminable amount of time, though she would gauge it as "quite a while" in later recollections.

And yet it was one of the purest forms of intimacy she had ever experienced.

She heard movement. He was stirring, but she dared not steal a glimpse for fear of ruining the feeling or making another mockery of herself.

Shame was not something she wore well at all, regardless if she suspected it would matter little if he saw it or not.

The floor creaked awkwardly behind her, and she surmised he must be there. What was he doing and why had he not said anything?

Suddenly his voice exploded softly in her head as he whispered into her ear.

"No one has ever looked more beautiful than you this very moment. And I know from deep within me that no one ever shall, save the tolling of wedding bells."

What does one say to that?

How does she reply?

She doesn't.

She sits there, in stunned silence as an emotional maelstrom gathers within her rendering no space within her tummy free from its assault.

Butterflies alight and flutter about her head, as she is lost in the dense thicket of an enchanted forest he has cultivated for her on his very own.

What siren's song could be more soothing or elegant to a wayward sailor than the chiming of the very bells that have been the ultimate objective of all?

There was no more time.

No more thoughts.

No more of anything.

She was alone on a sandy shore with the sun shining down as the foamy waters wash up and wet her feet before recoiling to the comforts of the deep only to do it again mere moments later.

And off in the distance there beats a flag wavering furiously upon the mast of a ship she can barely make out. After several moments of intense concentration, she discerns the heraldry symbol is a solitary red rose suspended in an ocean blue mist and she did not know why.

Still she sat there lost in her own thoughts unaware of time or any other concept so important to us all.

When something soft and delicate brushed her nose.

The fog seemed to clear as her eyes slowly opened and she looked down his arm to his right hand holding a solitary long-stemmed red rose before her, gently grazing her nose with its petals.

"I present to you, my lady, a red rose symbolizing my deepest affections for you. Should it ever wound you, know that you long ago pricked me with the thorn of your love and still to this day I have not stopped bleeding, my love."

She took the rose from him, and realized it had a sweet fragrance to it unlike any other flower she had ever encountered, certainly not a rose.

What more could he do?

Sensory overload had never seemed more appropriate.

"Come, sweet heart, I still have something to show you."

She stood up from her chair, her legs unable to support her at first, as she fought to regain her balance. Whoa.

Slowly turning to see what he was doing as she held her rose to her chest with both hands gripping it, she saw him scoop up the large box and place it on the chair beside her.

"Open it."

He offered to take the flower from her hands, and she obliged, attempting to stem her vigor to rip open the package, she meticulously began unbinding the tape holding it together and untying the ribbon's knots.

"Oh, please, tear it up."

The look on her face with such permission was that of a child on Christmas morning. She eagerly tore at the packaging before all that stood before her was a plain white box.

Inside revealed something she never expected.

A beautiful evening gown.

Magnificent in its splendor, the white dress was an exact replica of that worn by actress Drew Barrymore in the film Ever After. Complete with faery tale wings, and even a magic wand with a glittering star at the end.

She looked up at him, eyes wide in disbelief, and she pounced.

Hugging him tightly, she clung to his body and enjoyed the feeling of herself pressed against him.

She only came up to his chest, and she rested her head against it, holding him close and fighting back tears.

Tears of joy.

Tears of shock.

Tears of awe.

"How did you? I don't understand. Where did you?! What? How?!?" she rattled off rapidly, before he pressed his finger to her lips, silencing her.

She kissed his finger gently as he spoke.

"One of the first conversations we had. You mentioned you had never attended your prom in high school. Neither had I. It seems like yesterday, but you said only the perfect dress would get you to dance at that moment in your life in front of so many other people. Awkward as you were. Such a clumsy beauty. So I asked you what the perfect dress was."

She cut him off.

"This one."

He nodded his head, and pulled his finger away, taking her hands in his own, yet never losing sight of her eyes.

"I knew I would get this for you someday. I knew I would. I knew that day. I knew the very moment I met you.. I knew that I would fall. Hard."

He almost fought to say these words, as if it was difficult for him to verbalize such emotion.

"I'm just glad you chose to fall with me."

They embraced for a very long time.

Such emotion and passion exchanged between the two bodies.

Gripping and surreal, yet everything she ever wanted and so much more.

"I want to try it on!"

She could barely contain herself. A sugar rush could not make her so hyper as this had, as if he had intravenously injected her with liquid sugar, she scooped up the box and looked for some direction to go.

"Come this way, I'll show you where you can change." he said simply, and walked back into the den before making a right into a small hallway and heading left into a bedroom, presumably his own.

"Here you go, sweet heart."

With that, he gave her a kiss on her nose which sent sparks of electricity coursing up and down her back, shivering slightly from the wind as it blew past the curtains.

He had the windows open in here! Go figure. She was a bit chilly, still, but she was too excited.

She turned to the bed where the box rested, and pulled the dress out. Behind her, she heard the door shut, and she turned to look at herself in the mirror holding it up to her body when she realized she was not alone.

He stood in the corner, by the closed door, and he was still watching her.

"Surprise." he said quietly.

"Jeez, you scared me half to death!"

She said it as lightly as possible at that very moment, which is to say she was barely capable of speech let alone maintaining her perfect posture before him.

Why does she feel the need to have such perfect posture, anyway? One might say it was her desire to portray a positive image of herself for him, but she knew that was far from the root of the matter. Honestly, she always felt a need to stand as she was long ago instructed to do.

She loved to dance, and as any practitioner of the art form is aware, posture and one's movements were an integral reflection of the person.

An expert swordsman teaches his pupil to make his blade a part of himself, and treat it as not a piece of fabricated steel, but as an extension of himself.

The same she found was true with her dancing and it really had followed in life. She was always a perfectionist. Seeking to ascertain a control over every little aspect of her life from the most pertinent to insignificant things.

Such silliness most would say, but that is how she was.

Always so cognizant of the world around her she was, while maintaining a pristine image for all those that would walk into and out of her life each and every day.

That very afternoon she stood in line almost an hour at the bank awaiting a teller to discuss a charge on her account. As her ever-so-short lunch break dwindled, she stood resolute in complete harmony with all that surrounded her.

From the rhythmic tapping of a customer's pen against the countertop a few yards away as he conferred with a bank representative to the mother behind her jingling her keys together to amuse her young infant as they waited, she held the same stance. While she inhaled the musky scent of cologne emanating from an older gentleman two rows down, she painted rainbows in her mind along the sidewalks.

There she had stood in the middle of chaos, a brilliant beacon of fortitude, and she waited ever so patiently in perfect form for her turn to discuss her financial matter.

Just as a car outside raced by beneath overcast skies, it plowed through a rather large puddle that accumulated from the morning's showers.

The water erupted from the banks of the sidewalks and splashed up onto the sidewalk, and it washed away the imaginary rainbows she had created just moments before.

And as the colors melted into the earth below, she felt cold.

So cold.

As again she shivered when a gust of wind blew into the room through the open windows, swirling around her, before finally dying down once more.

She was back in his bedroom.

It was so dark, and she was so unsure of herself, but still she stood there in perfect form.

Yet he remained quiet and simply stood there. Watching.

"Well, what do you think you are doing?" she inquired with a humorous edge.

"Enjoying the view," he replied with a softness to his voice that defied reason.

There were so many different tones to him that it was true even of his voice. He could express so many different things just by the tenor of his speech. Command, anger, disappointment, enthusiasm, optimism, agony, and despair. She had in one form or another heard fragments of each of these within his voice in their time together.

She had felt each and every one in their time getting to know one another, but the one she yearned for each and every night was this one.

The softness to it was so soothing, and he used it often to disarm her. So often she would adore it when he fell asleep talking to her due to the fact he used this voice when he was sleepy.

Perhaps that was what it was, she considered.

The fact that we are most innocent and vulnerable when we are tired. No defenses and no walls, so often we speak the truth when we are tired, our brains no longer willing or capable to obscure our feelings.

Was it the innocence in his voice that was such a strong lure?

Did it even really matter?

"I shall not change in front of you! What kind of lady do you take me for?" she insisted, breaching the silence that had devoured the room.

Though she kept hidden from him the knowledge that his mere presence alone in this room coupled with the way he had spoken to her just now combined with the possibility of him watching her undress was absolutely appealing in every aspect and she was hoping he would not call her bluff -- because that is what it in fact was.

A bluff.

"I am here because you want me to be." he said quietly, continuing to return her gaze with his incredible eyes. Staring at her. Consuming every facet of her defenses, he opened every door she closed. He saw right through her.

He saw her.

Bluff called.

Gulp.

So what was she going to do now? She had no preparation for this scenario, and she always has a plan. Always. Organization was her backbone and proper accounting and scheming for each and every possible outcome in any given situation was what she relied upon to make it through each day.

Right now she was floundering about, and she found it both exhausting and riveting. The excitement that burned within her had yet to die down let alone extinguish.

Some call it a spark between two individuals.

Well, he was a raging inferno.

"What do you want from me?"

What do you want from me? How retarded of a question was that? She wanted to smack her palm to her forehead and bury her head beneath his sheets.

There she stood, with the most beautiful dress she had ever laid eyes upon within her grasp in the room of a stranger she had long ago fallen for though she dared not admit to anyone, least of all herself, for the very first time in his room and she awaited his response.

Laughter.

That was what she expected.

He would laugh and ridicule her for such a stupid comment, and she would stand there with her always perfect posture in her ever-so-awkward way, still the young misfit girl who never quite was accepted by the pretty people in school awaiting her punishment for her social deformity.

She knew it would happen. She expected it. Hell, she even deserved it. That's what girls like she get. They get to dream of fairy tale endings and nice homes with a wonderful husband and loving children, but they never got to actually experience any of it.

Here it would be.

It never came.

"A smile?"

So simple was the request that he really could not say much more than that.

She broke down as she let out an uproarious laugh, and she could instantly feel that familiar feeling of her eyes water as tears slipped out from beneath the lids and tumbled down her cheeks.

There she was, standing before him, crying on his dress as he watched her, soaking in the scenery that was her smile as it spread wide across her face.

Was she a mess or what?

Long ago she had told him, heck, she had warned him more or less.

"I have issues." she had said back then.

Well, that was an understatement she decided. She had problems if this caused her to let loose. For so long she has been searching for her other half, the person that fits the pieces within her and that can build her up in the ways that she so desperately needs as she offers the splendors of her own self to him.




Surprise



Won't someone love me not for my wonders but for my issues?

Please?

She had begged for that for so long, and here this man was, standing before her in complete adoration of a meltdown on the very first night, and that caused the tears to spill forth ever the more freely.

Carefully he walked over to her, placing one foot softly in front of the other, each step a measured process and deliberate. And as he stood before her, he took her hands in his own, both of them holding up the dress, and he allowed her to rest her head on his shoulder.

He leaned his head forward, and whispered softly into her ear, "I would like to see the most beautiful lady I have ever had the good fortune to lay my eyes upon to wear the dress she so long ago desired."

His words were so soft and gentle, as an incoming wave of the ocean brushing up lightly against your feet, that they washed over her completely.

Leaning back, he again looked down at her as she collected herself, and he reached down.

His hands found her waist, and he planted them firmly upon her. She longed to feel him touch her skin, though she closed her eyes and could almost feel him through the fabric of her jeans.

With her eyes closed, she felt his fingertips draw forward around her, as she felt him loosen her belt buckle.

Oh my God, what was he doing?

She was frozen in both disbelief and absolute delight, and she would later say she would have chosen to throw caution to the wind, but should the truth be told, she really could not have protested if she had wanted to.

She didn't.

Another stiff breeze flooded the room and she heard him briefly exclaim as he rifled the belt from around her with one fluid motion making a loud hissing sound as it was removed.

He dropped it to the floor.

Once more she felt his hands upon her waist, but this time he began to pull her shirt from her body. Undoing each button eagerly, he had her chest half-exposed as one shirt panel flapped carelessly in the continued breeze.

While normally she would be chilled to the bone, the winter temperature and weather only added to the exotic elements already taking place.

She held the dress up with one hand, as he pulled the blouse free from one arm, and then switched hands as he removed it completely.

He tossed it forward and it landed seamlessly on the bed.

At this point there was only so much left. She kicked off her sandals, and she felt the initial sting of the cold wooden floor as her bare feet touched down.

Standing there in her bra and jeans she kept her eyes shut tight the entire time.

She gripped the dress tightly, her knuckles turning white, as his hands descended upon her once more.

He fumbled about briefly, attempting to unbutton the jeans, and finally he was able to secure the errant button and pry it loose. This elicited a brief chuckle from both of them. The ever distinct sound of a zipper being undone filled the quiet room as he undid it swiftly.

Pulling on her pockets, he was able to pull the jeans down the length of her body and she stepped out of them.

There she stood in her underwear, and she wondered just what it was that he was doing. Moments passed on and time seemed to creep forward ever so slowly.

Still, he had not touched her.

What would his reaction be to seeing her?

Was she capable of dealing with it?

Concerned over the lack of response to her near naked state, she knew of only one method to achieve a reply.

She finally summoned the courage from within herself.

Opening her eyes, she realized he was standing before her with his own eyes closed.

He did not once sneak a peak at her, as he just stood there, almost trembling himself, mere inches from her undressed self.

So that was why he had trouble locating her button and undoing it!

How incredibly romantic was that, she considered.

Had that been his plan all along?

Would he have blocked his view of her in the corner had she undressed herself?

She was uncertain.

Quietly she shrugged into the dress, and situated it properly on herself, and she retrieved the wand and stood before him, not even bothering to examine herself in his mirror before presenting herself to him.

"You can open your eyes now." she whispered softly into his ear, standing forward on her tiptoes to better audibly reach him.

His eyes crept open, and he looked upon her and the look on his face was worth a thousand smiles.

"Perfect. You look perfect."

She blushed hard, her cheeks flushed red with the passion he had stirred within her.

"It's all because of you. I love this!"

She twirled about in front of his mirror. It was difficult to make out much detail in the shadowy confines of the bedroom, but it didn't matter.

Nothing really did at this moment.

Only him.

As she turned around, she saw in him something that he had attempted so hard to conceal all evening.

Emotion.

She could tell just how affected he was at this point by the events of the evening. At which point he leaned in close to kiss her, and she instinctively closed her eyes and leaned back slightly as his arms encircled her waist.

Yet no kiss ever came.

She could feel his hot breath trace along her lips to her neck and up to her ear as he whispered in his sleepy sexy voice.

"I hope you like taking that off as much as you did putting it on."

She was completely lost in the moment, and to that end her body was barely capable of remaining in the stance she currently held. Rocking back and forth ever so slightly, his words rang loud and true in her mind.

"I hope you like taking that off as much as you did putting it on."

So very true.

Indeed, she had enjoyed the entire act of disrobing before him as he undid her clothes and she worked herself inside the dress. What more could she want than to be his angel with wings, albeit fabricated ones?

That was just it, she really could not want for anything more. She did not. Had the night ended right there and they never were to speak again he would have laid upon her an indelible mark that shall never be erased nor forgotten.

How could she forget one of the most truly romantic nights of her life, let alone the fact she shared it with a man she had come to grow so very close to over the course of the many months they had interacted online, over the telephone, and in their letters.

Obviously she was more to him than some girl he had never met evidenced by everything he had planned and done for tonight, and he meant more to her now than her words could ever hope to profess.

Finding the right description for how she feels about him would be akin to her attempting to explain why the sun rises in the morning and sets in the evening.

Sure, she has some faint notion of the reasons why, but she could not hope to put together a concise explanation worthy of the majesty of such an event.

Carefully, she trailed her fingers down the front of the dress, her skin touching the soft and silky fabric that she wore so splendidly. As she stood there, she simply wanted to soak up the entirety of her night to that point and live in it forever.

If only she were so capable of curling up each and every moment into a magnificent little ball of hope and store away the magic of said precious instances in a bottle to be used later.

And should it be she decides to revisit this night on a lonely rainy day or in a fit of despair, the chance to bask in the warmth and security that he has provided to her will be a remedy unlike any other.

A cure all for whatever ails you.

Another cool breeze slithered inside the room, but neither person reacted. He was still simply watching her, and she still lost in her own little world of thoughts absorbing it all. Her hands were flat and her fingers pointed out straight, her palms resting against the cool fabric of the dress, and in this very moment with her eyes still closed she came to a most startling conclusion.

He was her sunrise.

Her sunset.

She was finally beginning to understand.

Understand him.

The room was so peaceful and the silence had lingered on to such a point that when he finally spoke it seemed almost out of place, though his voice soon washed away such thoughts.

"How much do you trust me, dear?"

Trust? Him? What? Where was he going with this. In her mind, she was considering just how he planned to get her out of her dress and the delight that would accompany such an occasion, but this sort of question caught her by surprise. Saying that she was rather aroused and craving every inch of the man would be an understatement.

What did this have to do with her getting undressed? She shrugged it off and considered it for a moment. Hey, the faster she answered his question perhaps the sooner he may press his lips against her own.

How badly she wanted that.

"A great deal, as you can probably tell," referencing her discarded clothing. As her cheeks turned red, she opened her eyes and glanced his way before she braved a question of her own.

"Why do you ask?"

He simply ignored the query and continued.

"You want me."

She blinked at him.

"Badly."

Well, okay, apparently she's fairly transparent and he can see right through her. While this might have made her a bit uncomfortable in most cases, she was growing somewhat accustomed to his demeanor and she almost enjoyed his style. She went along with it to an extent.

"Maybe.. Maybe not."

He chuckled.

"No, you do. I can see it on your face. It's in your eyes, sweet heart. There is a fire burning within you, and you hunger to fuel it. You can barely stand at the mere thought of my lips mingling with your own, let alone where my hands may wander.. Oh, you want me. That is a given."

She could hardly even look at him at this point, her hands wavering slightly as they hovered over her thighs. Looking down at her feet, she felt a complete lack of control, which was a rarity for her.

Often times she held such moments with disdain.

Not tonight.

"Okay."

That was all that would come to her, and thankfully she was able to verbalize it loudly enough for him to hear it. In fact a mere whisper would do, and she had given him not much more than that.

"So say it."

His eyes were piercing right through her, they twinkled in the candlelight flickering throughout the room.

Wait. When did he light candles?

Surveying the room, she noticed there were candles now lit throughout the bedroom. She had not really heard him move around that much, and only now was she really noticing this.

Well, that certainly says a lot. She really must have been lost in her thoughts.

"Say what, dear?" she inquired with little more than a whimper.

With that, he walked over to her, and stood right before her, staring her in the eyes.

"Tell me that you want me. Do as I say."

Without hesitation nor any reasoning as to why, she said, "I want you. I want you so very badly."

Just as quickly as the words tumbled forth did she feel a tingling sensation sweep over the length of her body and she shuddered visibly, shaking noticeably for a few seconds.

He was staring right at her and during the entire exchange she returned his gaze.

How incredibly enticing this was she could not fully describe, but she could tell it had an affect on her. And what an affect it did have.

He observed, "You liked saying it, a lot."

So cool was he in his statements and so sure of himself, she simply marveled at him and debated lunging forward and pressing herself against him.

She could feel how heated she was now as her blood coursed throughout her body, leaving her slightly lightheaded and her mouth terribly dry.

Oh, how she wanted to wet her appetite for him starting with his lips.

He reached up with his right hand and brushed the hair from her eyes ever so casually, though with enough awareness to just miss touching her face.

She tilted her head over in an attempt to force contact between the two, though he was far too quick for her. He snapped away his hand, as if he expected her to try, and he glared at her in a scolding manner.

"No touching unless I initiate it. That's rule number one."

Rule number one? What? She couldn't touch him? This was slightly confusing, and she wasn't sure how to respond at first, and after a few moments thought she remained uncertain.

"Rules? Huh?" was the only thought she could process and get across, so she went with that.

With that he leaned in tight and whispered into her ear softly, his hot breath a stark contrast to the chilled air in which they conversed.

"I know you trust me. Trust is important. You are mine. Tonight and perhaps, if you're fortunate, every night henceforth. I make the rules, and you follow them. You're going to obey me. Trust me. You have wanted this for so long. You will submit to me."

With that he leaned in hard and kissed her gently on the lips, and she returned the kiss full on. He enclosed her bottom lip with a kiss, and he pulled away, dragging her lip with his own.

She moved her hands upwards to run them through his hair, but before she could he gripped her wrists and forced her arms back against her body. The look of surprise on her face was evident, though she could hardly disengage from the passionate kiss she had longed for on so many sleepless nights.

He broke away long enough to whisper into her ear.

"Your hands remain by your side until I tell you to move them."

With that he flashed her a mischievous grin and began kissing her lips down to her neck as she stood there frozen.

Her palms rested on her thighs, and his lips snaked their way across her chest down to her midsection. He kissed the cloth of the torso of her dress as he squatted down on his knees before he reached up behind her and slid his hands up the length of her calves and the back of her thighs to her rear and squeezed both cheeks of her ass hard.

He could smell her scent and he delighted in it.

She was completely enthralled and her fingers clawed at the dress.

Hardly could she stand not being able to move around, to touch him, to touch herself. She was giving herself to him in a manner in which she had to no other, and the loss of control and complete submissive act was an absolute thrill and a curse.

She wanted so badly to run her fingers through his hair or encircle her arms around his waist or nibble on his neck.

Instead she simply stood there allowing herself to be taken and pleasured.

How completely erotic and divine as he flipped up the front of her dress and departed from view.

Then she felt it.

His hot breath on her waist, as he began kissing her through the lace of her panties. He was licking at her sex, and the ecstasy was too much for her as she let out a long, delicious moan.

With that, he reappeared just as quickly as he had gone, examining her with his ever present wicked smile.

"No noises unless I say so."

She couldn't imagine that!

How could she possibly keep quiet?

He interrupted.

"You love this. Every single moment."

She nodded her head agreeing, not knowing if she was allowed to speak.

"Now, the question is just how much do you wish to feed the animal within?"

Before she could even contemplate what that meant he was back in action.

In his hands appeared two rather long and silky, pink scarves, one retrieved from each pocket in his pants, and he wrapped each end around both of his hands.

He smiled again.

"Surprise."

He stood there watching her as he absently wrapped and unwrapped his hands around the scarves. What he planned to do with those, she wasn't entirely certain, though admittedly she was not quite so foreign to a few possibilities.

The rhythmic playfulness with which he toyed with the bindings left her incapable of speech and completely fixed on his hands.

Such powerful hands he displayed, his long and thick fingers had gripped her so tightly just mere moments ago, and she could feel the heat transfer from the tips of his digits to her backside.

She had liked it.

And he knew it.

The aspect of his grip that she decided she enjoyed the most was just how soft his hands were upon her skin. Though he knew how to apply pressure just enough to exhibit the rigid feel other men with far more weathered hands had, they were still gentle to the touch and inviting. Completely so.

His ability to stimulate such a wide variety of sensations within her was perhaps his most attractive quality.

Well, that and his steely aura of confidence.

Finally, he stopped with the scarves, and he looked on at her.

His deep brown eyes loomed large as he eyed her, almost as if he were tunneling through her to the very core of her being and perusing her for all she was worth.

Suddenly, his stance shifted and he grimaced slightly. It was almost imperceptible, but to her with her dancing background she was privy to such a small deviation in posture. It seemed to her as if he was favoring his leg, but before she could devote to it much more thought he was simply smiled at her.

He now sported an almost wicked grin replete with his signature mischievous wink and playful arrogant stare.

"What are you thinking?"

She heard herself verbalize the question just as she realized she was thinking of asking him.

Old habits die hard, and her curiosity and desire to be in control of every little situation had gotten the best of her. Now, she was forced to await his reply, if one was even forthcoming.

His smile remained, but he walked over to the corner window in the room and sat down in a large wooden chair with royal blue cushions.

Without a word, he raised his right hand in the air, crooked a finger, and motioned her over to stand before him.

And stand before him she would.

She carefully placed one foot before the next, as her bare feet once more touched down quietly on the chilled wood floor. The feeling of warmth he had imparted upon her still swirled within her, and the contrast between the conditions inside of her body compared to those of her surroundings were palpable.

So cold, yet so very hot.

When she reached his chair, she moved in as close as she possibly could without touching him, knowing he would have something to say about her doing so without his expressed desire.

She was learning quickly.

"I am thinking of you, of course. Was there any doubt?" he inquired, the question asked with a joyful undertone as he knew there was not.

She answered him in short order.

"None."

At which point they simultaneously smiled at one other, perhaps the first shared act between the two that was bereft of any mystery, intrigue, or pomp and circumstance.

They simply were themselves at that very moment.

They smiled.

Together.

Such a moment was not lost on him, and he seized the opportunity quickly to turn her back over to himself.

It was a game of sinister sweetness that he was playing with her. Keep her unsure and unable to find any sort of balance. Allow her not to have a moment's rest so as she might see something coming. Do not under any circumstance allow her to become comfortable.

He did this only out of affection for her, mind you. All of this designed to heighten her pleasure.

And she would find out soon enough just to what heights she could soar.

"Undress for me."

His voice was commanding, but in that sleepy sweet tone with which he used so often to motivate her. He was not asking, this she knew, instead he was rendering her an order.

However, he did so in such a way that it was more of an invitation of expectation, one she could hardly refuse given just how much she wanted both of their clothes gone.

Her hands trembled as she removed them from their resting point beneath her waistline, and they slowly crept the distance up her body and to her neckline.

Gently she brushed the top of her left hand across her neck before both hands disappeared behind her to the zipper up her back.




Surprise



This is my first time ever to write an erotic story. Plus English is not my mother tongue. I know it may sucks, but I really want to have your feedbacks to be better. So girls from English-speaking countries, help me out will you?

I'm a 21-year-old boy from China. I'm 75kg in weight and 178cm in height, strongly built. Right now I 'm studying at a university in Chengdu, southwestern China. I 'm crazy about basketball, actually I play for my college. I used to have a girlfriend back in high school. But after high school, we went to different cities for college so we broke up afterwards. But we still kept in touch using text messages.

There's a very beautiful place called Jiuzhai Gou north of Chengdu. Last summer, she wanted to go check it out. Since I haven't seen it either, so we decided to go together. I know that she didn't have a boyfriend then. I used to have one in the first semester, but broke up because we felt we weren't right for each other.

Her college ended 10 days later than mine did, so I just waited for her in my dorm. During those 10 days I thought hard hoping to surprise her when she came. I can still remember all the sex we had in high school. My first time ever was with her, so was she. The first time I touched her breast was in the lab building where nearly nobody goes late at night. The first I felt her pussy was in my home. This may sounds interesting, at that time I didn't know that women's pussies get wet when they are aroused. So I thought they were urine. But she told me that this is the time when her pussy is ready to take my dick. That day we couldn't wait anymore, and we had our first sex ever. It felt wonderful. After that we grabbed every possible chance to make love. There was even once she gave me a blow job in a building which was still under construction. But they were all very traditional. But this time I want it to be special. All my 3 other roommates went home one by one. The day she arrived I was totally by myself.

I went to the train station to pick her up. We took a taxi to my dorm. On our way home, I told her that she can stay at my dorm room and there's gonna be a surprise for her. When we finally reached my room she asked " so what's the surprise?"

"Do you want it now?"

"Why not?"

You see, our beds and tables are joined together. The beds are above the tables. There 's a metal bar attached to each bed to prevent us from falling down when we sleep.

"OK, close your eyes" I said. Then I blindfolded her and got those ropes I prepared. I tied both of her wrists to the bar. Then I took off her jeans and underpants. 

"OK, Mike. You don't have to do all this just to fuck me. Remember what we did in high school?"

"Just wait" then I stuck a vibrator in her pussy.

" What is it, Mike, what 's in my pussy?"

"Just wait."

I turned on my computer and played a Japanese porn movie. I advanced to where the girl in it starts to moan. 

"Ready?"

"OK. What is it?"

Then I turned on the vibrator. 

"Oh, Mike, oh, how can you, oh.....oh" Then she started to moan, real loud, writhing her body. 

I then put a chair in front of her, stood on it, and put my fully erect cock in her mouth. She sucked it really hard. She sucked and sucked, after a while as I was about to cum she stopped. I knew she was about to cum too. I pulled out my cock and wanked myself. We cummed the same time.

Turning off the vibrator, I said " so how 's the surprise"

If you wanna mail me, write me. (Girls only please)



Surprise



A soft murmur sounds in the room as the figure on the bed shifts slightly, the sheet she had draped over her body earlier slipping to expose a delicate shoulder, gleaming softly in the moonlight. Arms lift above her head as she stretches slowly, a smile spreading over her lips as memories from earlier in the night flood her mind. 

Turning onto her side, her eyes roam over the large form spread out beside her, a look of lust darkening her features as her eyes skim lower, breath catching slightly as she spies the outline of his groin against the sheet.

Tentatively lifting a hand towards his body, she slides a finger along one silk covered thigh, gliding higher to slip along his cock, gasping softly and snapping her hand back to her own body as she feels him twitch beneath her hand. Quickly lifting her gaze to his face, her eyes seek his, breathing a sigh of relief as she notes they are still closed, lashes resting softly against his hard cheeks.

Growing bolder as he slumbers on in ignorance, her hand lifts once more, nail trailing lightly down his chest, circling a nipple, stopping to flick gently against it. A wicked grin spreads across her lips as his nipple hardens against her nail, his body responding to her touch even as he sleeps, a plan swiftly forming in her mind.

Sitting up to move closer, the sheet drops to pool against her thighs, her bare breasts exposed to the night air, she leans over his body, her other hand lifting to roam freely over his chest. Teeth lowering to nibble lightly against her lower lip she slips her hand lower on his body, fingers dipping beneath the sheet, fingertips brushing against his cock, sliding against the velvety flesh. 

Grinning to herself, her hand slides over him, fingers curling around his cock, stroking against his soft flesh, slowly but surely, thumb lifting to press gently against the head. Her eyes lifting to his face, watching for movement, as her hand continues to stroke up and down his length cautiously.

Shifting against him slightly, she bravely drops her head, tongue darting out to flick against his nipples, teeth lightly grazing across the hard nubs. Hand still wrapped around his soft cock, she slides it along his length, sighing softly against his chest as she feels it move within her grip, her tongue dipping to circle across his flesh, tracing moist patterns along his golden skin.

Lifting her free hand to his nipple, nail slipping into the small ring to tug gently against his piercing she lowers her head, sucking the remaining nipple deep into her mouth, lips wrapping around the sensitive bud, tongue swirling against the tight flesh. 

A low moan sounds deep in his throat, the vibrations rumbling through his chest to tickle against her lips. Lifting her head quickly she glances back up at his face, grinning as she sees his lips parted from the moan, yet still he sleeps on in ignorance.

Sitting up completely, her hands lift to grip the sheet, lifting it and tossing it towards the end of the bed, nodding her head in satisfaction as it floats in the air, held motionless for a moment before slowly sinking onto the floor. Moving slowly on the bed careful not to disturb him, she shifts lower, her hands gently gripping his knees, slowly prying them apart as she slips between them, settling in, ass pressed down against her feet.

Sitting motionless, breath locked within her chest, her eyes drift over his face, watching, waiting to see if her movements had disturbed his slumber. Releasing her breath silently as he remains unmoving, her hands drop to his thighs, fingertips brushing feather light against the bare skin.

Once more her eyes lower, trailing slowly over his body, her lips lifting in a small self satisfied grin as her gaze fastens on his hardened nipples, revelling in his body's reaction to her touch. As her eyes feast on his body, her hands begin to slowly move against his thighs, palms tingling as the rough hairs rub against her soft skin.

Moving her hand along his thigh, her fingers stretch out against his body, slipping up over his hip, thumb dipping into the hollow formed by the slope, brushing lightly against the skin. Her head lowers, tongue flicking out to dart into his navel, pressing firmly into the tiny hollow, a soft moan sounding in her throat as her tongue swirls against his flesh.

Her tongue slides lower, leaving moist trails in it's wake as her hand lifts to gently grip his cock, fingers wrapping firmly around it's width, thumb slipping up to run across the tip. One hand gripping his hip lightly, thumb brushing against the skin as she moves her other hand up and down his now semi hard cock.

Head lifting slightly, her eyes lower to watch her hand as it moves against the velvet skin, slipping back and forth easily, quickly bringing his cock to full hardness. Her hand against his hip tightening slightly as a groan sounds high above her head, movements stilling as she snaps her head up, eyes fastened on his face as she waits.

Silence fills the room once more, a wicked grin flitting across her face as she quickly dips her head, tongue darting out to flick against his cock, pressing flat against the underside as she slowly trails it back to the tip. More moans sound as her tongue continues to lick at his cock, swirling against the length, tracing up to circle the head, the tip of her tongue pressing deep into the slit. 

Dropping her hand from against his hip, she slips it between his thighs, fingers quickly finding his balls, rolling them against her palm, gently squeezing, more moans sounding above her head, his thighs shifting against the bed as her name passes his lips on a sigh.

Her head glides lower on his body, lips pressing over his balls, tongue darting out against the tight sac, lifting and drawing it deep into her mouth, rolling them within the moist trap. One hand slipping up against his thigh, gripping it tightly as she sucks harder against his balls, nails digging into his flesh as she eagerly sets her tongue to it's task.

His body reacts even as he sleeps, hands drop to grip the sheets tight, thighs parting, easing her access to his groin area, his moans growing deeper as her tongue continues it's pleasurable torture, mouth releasing his balls as her tongue slides higher once more.

Tongue flat against his cock, sliding higher against the hard member, her hand slips up to grip his hip, it's twin wrapping around the base of his cock, holding it firmly as her lips lift to rest tenderly against it's head.

Movements on the bed, his eyes flickering open slightly, a soft low rumble, his voice roughened from sleep .... ' what? ........ Baby? ........ Ohhhh god ' his mind slowly registering that which his body has known all along. 

His hands rise, fingers sinking deep into her hair, wrapping the long strands tightly within his fists as he holds her head immobile above his cock, his mind racing to take everything in at once, his breaths deep and shallow, body relaxing slightly as he finally takes in what has occurred.

A soft giggle passes her lips, her tongue flicking out against the tip teasingly, ' want me to stop Baby? ' A low groan sounding deep in his throat, hands tightening harder in her hair as he pushes her head back down against his cock, his voice a deep groan as he mumbles ... ' God no....don't ever stop '

Releasing his cock, she slides both hands onto his hips, gripping tight as she slowly lowers her mouth over his waiting cock, her lips parting, warm breath wafting over the throbbing tip. Feeling his hands ease their grip against her hair, she quickly slides her mouth to the base of his cock, the tip of her nose brushing against his taut stomach.

Her hands grip tighter as his body jerks up off the bed, back arched, his hands dropping to clutch the sheets beneath him again, knuckles turning white from strain. Her lips press firmly around his cock as she starts to ease back to the head, tongue circling around the edges teasingly, tip pressing firmly against the underside.

Gripping the head of his cock between her lips she starts to slowly suck on it, her body craving his taste, her need for him consuming her thoroughly. Hands still gripping his hips for support, her head begins to bob faster along his length, lips pressing firmly against the flesh as she drags her mouth back to the tip.

His groans begin to fill the room, his body tense beneath her hands as her teeth lightly graze against his cock, her fingers slipping down to press against his balls, feeling the sac tighten and lift, knowing his body is close to release.

Hand moving against his balls, her mouth devours his cock, hungrily licking against his skin, her tongue travelling over every inch of available flesh. Her mouth sliding easily against his slick cock, a low groan rumbling deep in her chest as the first drops of precum coat her tongue, her body craving so much more than this tantalising sample.

A strong hand lifts from the bed to rest against her head, his voice straining with tension, he whispers low ' now baby ..... I'm gonna cum... ' A small smile passes her lips as she hears these words, her mouth lifting to the tip of his cock once more, lips parting as her mouth engulfs him, hands pressing tight against his balls, feeling them tighten more as his release begins.

Her lips slide up to grip the head of his cock as she feels the beginnings of his orgasm spread through his body, his hand clenching tighter against her head, his body tense beneath her hands, head thrown back as his hips jerk up against her face, his cum shooting deep within her waiting mouth.

Mouth working swiftly against his cock, she quickly drains him, his hips still moving against her face, slowly pumping his cock in and out of her mouth as he rides out his orgasm. Her mouth moves rapidly along his cock, small traces of cum escaping her lips, trailing down his still hard cock to pool against his stomach.

Sighing softly her head lifts, tongue flicking out against her lips, darting into the corners, wiping the last traces of his cum from her mouth. One finger drops against his body, sliding through the puddle of cum laying on top of his stomach, hand lifting to her mouth, finger sliding deep within as she licks it clean of all traces of him.

Her eyes lift to flick up over his body, his hands now resting gently against the sheet, chest rising and falling as he breaths deeply, his body slowly coming down, tongue flicking out over lips lifted in a faint smile. Smiling softly to herself she crawls up the bed towards him, breasts brushing lightly against his skin as she moves, hand lifting to rest against his chest as she settles in against his side.

Purring softly she wraps her body against his, her lips lightly brushing over his skin. A soft chuckle passes his lips as he presses a soft kiss against her hair ....' Mmmmmmm baby ....... You can wake me up like that anytime ..... '



Surprise



The girl is plain. She has no distinguishing marks or anything outstanding about her. Her hair is mousy, eyes hidden behind wire rimmed glasses, clothing mundane. The only thing that is extraordinary about her is how well she simply blends into the crowd, not drawing any attention to a mouse such as herself. 

But the girl isn't always like this. At night, she comes alive. All timidness melts away. It's the same thing every time she dances. She stumbles up on stage and freezes. For a minute, the parts of the crowd who haven't seen her act before, figure she's some unlucky girlfriend who got lost on the way to the bathroom. Then the music starts and they realize this is no mistake. Her jacket falls like a lead weight to the stage and she begins to dance in a matronly outfit. The glasses come off next, and then her hair comes down from the coil. Her body is remarkable, moving in serpentine motions, thrusting and dipping. But no one knows about this stage persona. Especially not her husband. 

Its Friday night. He's supposed to be doing reports at the office...she's supposed to be volunteering. This is how they live their lives. In ignorance. She takes the bus downtown, getting off a block from her destination. Slipping down the streets, she takes tiny steps, she's more in her mind than in this world. The metal backdoor is closed and she taps once. Twice. Rocco, the hulking bouncer, lets her in. "Heya, doll." He purrs in that way that makes electricity dance up her skin. Her husband never speaks to her like that. The girl is on next and she slips, still in shadow form, through the velvet curtain and up beside the DJ booth. 

Janie the Candy striper is just finishing her act. The men love her. She looks like she's 15 though her real age is somewhere around 21. She's paying her university tuition doing this. One day, she wants to be a Doctor. Now she's prancing around on stage wearing a cardboard nurse's hat and white satin pumps. The music fades and it's the girl's time to shine. 

She waits a few minutes for the lights to partially dim when she awkwardly fumbles her way on stage. She glances around and a few people in the audience give a nervous twitter as she bites on a finger nail as if to say: "How the hell did I get up here? Where's the bathroom?" Then the lights shine full blast, burning the shyness from her. She becomes alive. Her persona breaks but only for a second as she sees her husband at one of the front tables. Ruby is on his lap. The hurt doesn't last long. In fact, this will be her best show yet. Light it up by Big Sugar comes on and she throws her coat. It lands right on her husband. Ruby looks but surprised but gets it a second later and snatches her money off the table, leaving before the dance is finished. 

The girl takes off her glasses, staring at the table of lawyers that he's with. That he's never bothered to introduce her to. Then she lets down her hair and it stops in a light brown wave over her breasts. Each snap on the blouse opens with a satisfying pop. He's gotten the coat off his head by now, the expression of anger replaced by UTTER shock. That can't be his wife. No fucking way. Then the shirt comes off and the breasts he's touched so many times are bared for every person in the place to see. 

She loves his expression as he makes his way to the catwalk, perching as close as he can. As her skirt lowers, she dips her ass close to his face, feeling his breath on her skin before standing and dropping the garment. It puddles on the ground. All that's left is stockings, pumps and a garter belt and she's working it for all she's worth. Rubbing her palms together, she slides up to the pole and manages to swing around, legs up in the air. She's like some erotic gymnast... And they all want more. 

Crawling back into the crowd, she takes bills from the men's hands, stuffing them in her bra, allowing some of her regulars to place them in her garter belt. Someone's finger runs along her snatch and she meets eyes with her husband. A grin curves her lips. The song is almost over now. Blowing a kiss to him, she walks off stage. 



Surprise



You walk into the dark, empty house. I am standing in the shadowy corner, waiting, watching. You flip the light switch and nothing happens. I've already taken the light bulb out, preventing you from seeing me. You curse under your breath and sit your work down. There's my cue. I silently walk up behind you, hand cuffs open and ready. I slap them on your right wrist and pull it back, partially restraining you. You buck back at me, only you cannot fight because I have caught your left arm, and you are safely locked up. I chuckle slightly, and take you back into the bedroom. There are no lights in this room either, but I do not need them. I know where I've placed everything, and I walk you over to a new fixture in the room. Your hands are freed only long enough to be placed into new manacles attacked to a large steel frame that is securely attached to the wall behind you. You yell out to me, still unable to see my face, and receive a short and prompt slap for your outburst. 

Your clothes are still on, and I find it a nuisance. I take a pair of scissors out of the drawer by the bed and slowly begin to cut your clothes off. You protest and receive another slap. 

Now you are fully naked, and to my liking. I kneel down to your feet and put them in padded restraints. You are fully restrained, and helpless to what I have planned for you. 

In my kneeled state, I take your semi-hard cock into my hands, and slowly rub the shaft. I feel you stiffen and then relax at my touch. I open my mouth and take all of your member into me at once. You gasp at the feeling of the head of your cock pressing against the back of my throat. I move my head up, and then roughly back down. You gasp again, and I can hear the chains holding your hands and feet rattle as you try to shift, and become free. I laugh a little at your persistent attempts to free yourself and continue to suck on your cock. 

I feel your cock throb as you are approaching the point of no return, and I stop sucking. You yell at me, calling me vulgar names as the feelings subside, and you are left with a hard cock, and too-full balls. 

I stand up, and kiss you. Allowing you to taste your cock on my lips. You resist at first, then kiss me back deeply. You are enjoying your experiences tonight, but you don't know all of what I've planned.

I reach down and pull a pin out of the bottom of the steel frame, and then doing the same to the next side. I pull the frame towards me on the track that lay on the floor. Once I have moved it out far enough, I put the pin back in the frame, and release one of your hands, only to turn it around, and place it back into the manacle. I do the same to the other hand, and then your feet until you are facing the wall, your back and ass left vulnerable to my plans. 

I run my nails down your back as I reach around to turn a nob, controlling the angle of the top portion of the frame. I turn it until you are at a 90 degree angle. You are frightened now, guessing what I am going to do to you. You are mumbling pleads and requests to spare you, but I had made up my mind long before you arrived home. Your ass will be mine. 

I walk out of the room leaving you alone to ponder what I am going to do and get a glass of water in the kitchen. I also retrieve the strap-on dildo I purchased earlier today, and a tube of anal lubricant. I drink my water then place the dildo on my hips, tightening the straps until I'm sure that it won't budge. I take the lubricant and walk back into the room. 

By this time you are truly frightened, and I am enjoying hearing your fast breaths. I walk in front of you, my back to the wall, and place the tip of the dildo at your mouth. You purse your lips and refuse to open your mouth. I slap you hard and your mouth opens enough for me to shove the dildo into your mouth, and keep it there. You gag slightly, and the sound of the air gurgling at the back of your throat turns me on. I slowly start fucking your mouth, and then increase the speed, paying you back for all of the times you have done the same to me. Once you have put enough spit on my plastic cock, I walk behind you and press the tip of it at your ass hole. You yell, pleading once again to spare you, but I refuse. I put some lubricant on the tip, and then the shaft, and slowly start to ease it into your ass. You cry out in pain, and I smack your ass for the outburst. I press more of the dildo into your ass. You are resisting and I am growing impatient with you. I pull back slightly, and then ram you, causing you to open up to me, and for you to cry out. I smack your ass lightly, and tell you to calm down, that the pain will only last for a few seconds. 

I start moving back and forth, slowly letting your ass get used to the feeling of my cock in it. Then I start to really pound you. You cannot catch your breath as I move my plastic dick in and out of you with great speed. You are trying to touch your cock, which is as hard as a rock, and I laugh, still moving in and out. You are enjoying yourself now, and beg me to fuck you harder, and faster. I agree to your request, and give you the fucking you've always needed. You yell out as you come all over the floor. 

I ram you one last time, then pull my cock out of you, and reach down onto the floor and retrieve some of your come. I pool it in the palm of my hand, and place it at your mouth, forcing you to taste your own fluids. Once you have licked my hand clean, I walk out the room, leaving you exhausted and helpless.



Surprise



Ashley was standing in the hallway when Kris opened the door. The look in Kris' eyes was unmistakably predatory. She closed the door and pushed Ashley hard against the wall, pressing her body tight against Ashley's. She purred in Ashley's ear, "Honey, I'm home..." and instantly claimed her mouth in a kiss. This was not just a 'hi, how are you?' kiss. It was rough. It was possessive. Kris took Ashley's wrists and held them above her head with one hand while they kissed. The other hand was free to roam and began to tease Ashley relentlessly. Kris' hips were grinding into Ashley's and her hand was cupping Ashley's breast, flicking against her nipple with her thumb. Ashley moaned into the kiss and arched her hips toward Kris. This elicited a growl from Kris. She wanted Ashley now more than ever.

Both women's pulses quickened with their breathing. Kisses turned to nibbles when Ashley moved from Kris' mouth down to her neck. Quickly, she bit down hard on the soft flesh of Kris' neck causing Kris' whole body to jerk and a deep moan to escape her lips. She let Ashley's hands fall and began walking her backwards toward the couch. As their feet made steps through the room the girls began undressing each other--one shirt off, then pants..a sock here...bra over there. The two were insatiable. Once they reached the couch, Ashley pushed Kris down on the cushions and tugged off the last remnants of her clothing.

The touch of skin on skin was hot. Ashley straddled Kris' hips and began grinding down against her. Kris' face flushed and her hips bucked hard against Ashley's. She grabbed Ashley's hips pulling her closer while her mouth sought out Ashley's. When their lips met again, their bodies were on fire. The kiss was as rough and demanding as Ashley's hips against Kris'. Kris's body and her mind wanted the same thing, but had two different ideas about how to get there. She sat up on the couch, pushing Ashley backwards and ended the kiss. Reluctantly she rose to her feet and took Ashley by the hand, pulling her up. Without a word, she walked down the hall toward the bedroom, lightening flashing in her eyes.

In the bedroom, Kris pushed Ashley roughly on the bed and crawled on top of her. She reached in the bedside drawer and pulled out four lengths of rope. She began at Ashley's left hand and tied it to the bedpost. She repeated the gesture on her other hand and each foot. Once Ashley was securely tied, Kris slid up to her right side, grinning devilishly. "Comfortable?" she asked. Ashley didn't make a sound. With her right index finger, Kris slowly circled Ashley's nipples, teasing but never touching them. She traced a slow, swirling line from one nipple to the other, down between her breasts and to her belly button, hovering just a bit lower and then trailing back upward ending with a sharp flick of her nipple. Ashley groaned and pulled at her restraints. Kris smiled letting her hand trail back down below Ashley's belly button.

There, she teased and tickled, moving closer and closer to Ashley's dripping pussy. Kris' fingers lightly brushed Ashley's inner thigh, circled upward for a moment then back to the other thigh. Goosebumps covered Ashley's body as she fought to attain more contact with Kris' roaming fingers. Just as Ashley closed her eyes, Kris slowly ran one finger over her pussy, slipping to barely brush against her clit. The result was a full body spasm. Ashley pulled harder against the ropes and tried to arch her hips. Kris kept eye contact with her, smiling the entire time. Ashley craned her neck wanting Kris to kiss her, to hold her, just to be closer to her. Instead of kissing her, Kris leaned down and flicked Ashley's nipple with her tongue at the same time her finger brushed Ashley's clit again.

In a surprise move, Kris blindfolded Ashley with a scarf from the same drawer she'd gotten the rope from. After the scarf was tied around Ashley's head, Kris kissed her softly as she slid off the bed. Ashley was left alone on the bed not knowing what would happen next. Ashley heard a rustling on the other side of the room and then felt Kris on the bed again. She loosened the ties on her ankles so her knees could be bent and then tied them again, locking her in that position. From her left ankle, Kris began kissing up her leg, licking and teasing her skin. Ashley moaned and squirmed more and more the closer Kris got to her pussy. Kris lingered just above Ashley's knee before moving to her inner thighs. She moved slower there and finally stopped between her legs, sliding her tongue slowly up Ashley's pussy, dipping in and circling around her clit slow at first, but then faster with sharper flicks of her tongue. She felt Ashley's body begin to shake and her muscles tense. That was her cue to stop.

Kris kissed over to her other thigh and back down more slowly than she'd kissed up the other leg but she kept her hand placed softly against Ashley's pussy. Her hips ground up and down trying to increase the pressure but Kris' hand remained still. She kissed back up Ashley's legs, alternating from one to the other, over her hips and then to her stomach. She kept her body up away from Ashley's which caused her to groan and squirm even more. Ashley wanted to feel Kris' body against hers. While Kris kissed between Ashley's breasts. she knelt between her legs. Ashley gasped when she realized why Kris had gotten off the bed. Kris was wearing the strap on. Kris teased Ashley by pressing her hips against hers, then moving away again all while she kissed and sucked on her nipples. Kris kissed up to Ashley's collar bone and then to her neck and whispered, "I want to fuck you til you scream." Ashley answered with a groan and a shudder. Kris wanted to take her right then, but she resisted the urge. She kept teasing. She'd push her hips closer to Ashley's each time letting her feel the strap on, trying to make her beg for it. Ashley whimpered softly and pulled harder at her restraints. Kris only smiled and kissed down her neck, whispering against her skin, "Beg for it."

Ashley wasn't sure what to say or do. She managed a whispered, "Please..." but that made Kris stop altogether. So she tried again, "Please fuck me." Kris' hips pushed against hers and she entered her but only for a brief second. Ashley heard Kris laugh softly. Becoming more and more frustrated she demanded, "Fuck me, bitch!" She heard Kris gasp and felt her shudder softly. And then Kris pushed her cock deep inside her. She started off slow. always pausing before pushing back in. Ashley's hips matched every thrust she made and her moans and cries were music to Kris' ears. As Ashley's moans intensified and her body began to tense, Kris sped up, going deeper with each thrust, grinding her hips against Ashley's before pulling out and doing it all over again. Soon, Ashley's body began to shake and Kris stopped again. She kissed Ashley and grinned. She was answered with a growl from Ashley.

Kris kissed from Ashley's lips down to her neck then quickly slammed her cock into Ashley. She gasped and squeezed her thighs together, urging Kris to do it again. Kris began fucking her harder but with slow strokes. Ashley was on the edge and Kris was keeping her there, teetering. She sped up and with one final thrust, Ashley threw her head back as wave after wave of pleasure hit. Kris never stopped, never slowed her movements. Ashley slowly came down but quickly came again. Each time she'd come her moans got louder, her body shook more. The pressure of the strap on had Kris on the edge, too. She reached up and pulled the blindfold off Ashley's eyes. She looked deep into them, pleading for her to tell her to come. She enjoyed teasing Ashley but there were times when she needed Ashley to take over.

Finally Ashley whispered in Kris' ear, "Come, slut." Kris's hips bucked and her muscles began to spasm. She felt Ashley coming with her while she rode out the feeling. Exhausted, the two collapsed together on the bed. Kris reached and untied Ashley's hands and slowly pulled out of her to snuggle up against her, walking her fingers around Ashley's stomach.

After a few moments she giggled and asked, "Wanna go again?"



Surprise



Night is falling like a velvet hammer. Art and Cindy had been out hiking and playing with each other all day. Cindy wore her favorite denim skirt, it barely covered the curves of her ass and showed off her long tan legs. Her yellow blouse is tight at the waist with the top three buttons open to reveal ample cleavage. There is a hint of dark nipple visible where the thin material is stretched taught across her breasts. The couple spent the day teasing each other. Cindy was rubbing her breasts against Art, bending and stretching to show off her breasts and ass. She had conveniently chosen not to wear panties or bra for the trip. Art spent most of his time stroking and rubbing Cindy in all of the places he knew would get her excited. The large bulge in his jeans revealed just how excited he was by all of the day's activities. Art worked very hard to keep his cool through the afternoon explaining, "I have a special surprise at home."

Cindy continued to tease Art on the ride home. She unbuttoned the straining fourth button of her blouse and flashed several truck drivers on the interstate. Art moaned and tried to concentrate while she rubbed his hard cock through his pants. Cindy grinned and teased, "You like me teasing the truckers." He nodded and forced himself to concentrate on the road not her stiff nipples. She continued. "Would you like to see those BIG truckers lick my tits?" She squeezed her breasts together and offered them to him. "Or maybe my wet pussy?" She lay back and stoked a finger over her swollen pussy lips and moaned. Her eyes twinkled as she finished, "I know, you want them to fuck me with their big, thick cocks." She slid a finger into her dripping pussy. She was so wet and excited she could barely stand it.

Art was relieved that the house was in sight. "Lucky for us we are home already." He turned in to the drive as twilight dimmed the sky. He pulls her hand up to his lips and kisses the wet sticky fingers. "Let's go inside." Art suggests.

Cindy stares into the living room as they enter. The lights are out and there are candles stationed all around the room. She watches as Art walks around the room lighting them. "Wow, you do have a special surprise for me." Her libido shifts in to high gear. Cindy begins swaying and dancing when the music starts. She spins around the main post separating the hall and the living room. Her hands caress her body, nipples stiffening as they are stroked through the blouse. There are a few of her favorite toys laid out on the coffee table as well as a few scarves. 

A gentle kiss from Art stops her dancing. Her knees tremble with excitement as he takes over, leading her back to the wooden post at the edge of the room. "Allow me." His tone of voice is instructing, not asking permission. Cindy follows his direction as he kisses her, harder this time. Their tongues mingle and they back against the column. Her hands are guided up over her head by Arts strong arms. He holds her arms in place with one hand and breaks the kiss. The other hand drags a silk scarf over the exposed cleavage of her breasts. 

Cindy opens her eyes and looks lustfully at her partner. The cool smooth silk always did driver her senses wild and he knows it. She groans as the scarf caresses her breasts and neck. She glances at the table trying to recall when he picked it up. The silk caresses her arms, sending shivers down her spine. A small glint in the corner catches her eye. The new video camera is set up on a tripod, partly hidden by the curtains. "What exactly are you planning?" She turns to ask.

Art is standing beside Cindy, looking at her straining blouse; the stiff nipples are easily seen beneath the tight blouse. "Just a little surprise." He studies the glistening drip beginning to inch down her thigh and knows he has prepared her well. "You look secure. Try to get out of that." He challenges. 

Cindy looks up surprised to notice that her hands are still raised. "Oh My!" She exclaims. She tugs on the nylon cord wrapped around her wrist, the silk scarf covering the loop that is tightly holding her hands. The other end is attached to a small but secure hook near the roof. The twist in the rope secures her wrists and leaves a little slack allowing her to move a couple of feet in any direction.

"Good." Art smiles while watching Cindy twist and pull at her new wrist bindings. He smiles and reaches down, tracing the drip of juices with his finger. His hand slowly glides up her thigh to the source of the drip. Cindy groans as his fingertips run along her swollen pussy lips she can see the slight gape of them in her mind as he explores over them. The fingers brush over her sensitive clit on their way up her taught stomach. Art leans in and whispers, "This is just the beginning." He kisses her biting and sucking her lip.

Cindy leans forward following as long as she can when he moves away. Their kiss is broken when Art moves back over to the table. He looks over the assortment of toys and picks up a second silk scarf. He chooses a black scarf and begins folding it lengthways to darken the material even further. Cindy quivers as she watches him carefully fold the scarf and then place it gently over her eyes. The darkness envelops her making her skin tingle with excitement. She can still hear Art moving around the room, until he turns the music up. There are hushed noises that she must strain to hear. Cindy imagines Art is removing his clothes somewhere near by.

Art returns to the post and admires Cindy stretched out for his pleasure. He caresses her arms and watches her shiver at his touch. His hand glides over her breasts, a finger tracing the path between the two heaving mounds until he reaches her blouse. He tugs at the shirt and is satisfied to feel the button pop off. His strong hands easily repeat this with each of the remaining buttons. 

Cindy is blind to his movements, but can feel the gently caresses and the strong hands stroking her body. The first button popping free startles her, but each successive button sends a shiver down her spine to her clit. Then he pulls the shirt aside exposing her breasts to a gentle breeze. The chill makes her skin tingle. With her arms raise the blouse is effectively stuck, or so she thinks. Art pulls at the edge of the arms and with a harsh ripping sound he tears the top shoulder of the blouse on each side. The torn material falls away leaving Cindy exposed to Art and his ministrations.

Art drops the shredded shirt and glides down to her skirt. It is one of their favorites. He unzips the side and slides it down letting it fall to her feet rather than tear it apart. His eyes and hands explore her body caressing her breasts and stomach, kissing her neck and lips. He slips a foot between her feet and guides her legs apart. He whispers into her ear, "You are all mine tonight." He runs his hands up her sides and turns her to face the column. His hands slide under and around her breasts while his mouth kisses and nibbles down her back.

Cindy feels his hands guiding and stroking her. "Oh yes." She moans, whether in response to the caresses or his statement he cannot tell. She arches her back and leans down pressing her breasts into his hands as they guide her upper body lower. Her feet spread slightly apart move back shifting her into a leaning position with her ass out and up. She shivers as the cool breeze touches her damp pussy. Then there is a warm breeze from Arts waiting mouth. Her quivering pussy nearly explodes when his lips kiss her dampness. She groans as his hands glide back to her thighs. She can hear noises as he shifts around to lap up the nectar from her pussy.

Art licks and sucks at her lips, the juices tasting wonderfully sweet. His hands pull her lips apart allowing his tongue to dart deeper into her. She is groaning and holding tight to the rope as she leans forward and thrusts her hips back towards him. He watches the sway of her pendulous breasts as her body moves with his licking. He holds her tightly and pulls her hips back onto his hungry mouth.

Cindy stands mouth agape as she enjoys Arts expert tongue. She lets his hands guide her hips. She moans when she feels his hands gently caressing her back. "Oh!" She exclaims when she realizes there is and extra set of hands on her back. The mystery man reaches down to cup her breasts, they squeeze and massage her tender breasts rolling the nipple expertly in his palm. The rough texture and strong grip of his hands brings to mind a big tough trucker, just like the dozen or so that she had teased Art with earlier. Her mind is doing back flips over the idea when a warm wet mouth closes over her right breast. 'Another!' Her thoughts race as her body quivers. Cindy wonders just how many people are watching her.

Art continues to lick, his chin glistening with juices, each new realization causing a fresh stream to pour forth. He directs the others with gestures, guiding them to her most sensitive areas. He closes his hands on her ass cheeks and squeezes. He works his wide tongue up and down covering her from clit to ass with licks. Every third lick he drives his tongue deep and locks his lips onto hers to suck her dry. Each new pass stirs more juices to rise up from within. He waves his hand at the man sucking her breasts and directs him to her open mouth.

Cindy is lost in all the sensations. The sharp electrifying shocks from her pussy and clit combined with the slow burn of the dual hand and tongue massage of her breasts are driving her near to orgasm. Even as the slut in her wonders where the cock for her mouth is, she feels the mouth leave her breast. Before her disappointment can set in she feels strong hands on her face, tilting her head up. Her nose brushes past a stiff hard cock, the head of which comes to rest on her lips. 

The man in front is amazed at how willing Art's blindfolded wife is. He moans as she first licks the precum from the tip and then slips the head into her mouth. Art moves up and begins kissing her face and neck watching in awe as she slurps down this huge cock. He knows she likes to play with big dildos, but has never seen the lustful way Cindy sucks big cock. 

Cindy takes inch after inch hungrily slurping the throbbing cock. The saliva drools down her chin as the unfamiliar man moans. She groans in despair when he pulls his cock from her. She is shocked to hear slurping noises beside her ear. She turns to lick the cock she knows is beside her. Art's cheek meets hers, she licks the base and balls of the thick shaft. Art sucks the tip and top half eagerly. She wonders how often he has done this before when she is not around. 

Art releases the cock of his friend, Mitch, and kisses Cindy's neck. He can watch up close as Mitch drives his cock into her mouth. She is taking half of the large cock while Mitch moans contentedly. He begins to stroke his cock in and out working it in deeper while Art stands and places his cock beside Mitch's.

Cindy feels the second cock brush her cheek and turns to it. She takes the familiar cock into her mouth easily after the first, larger one. Underneath she feels the hands let go of her breasts and move down her sides to her hips. The third stranger replaces Art at her pussy. She shivers and feels the tingling preorgasm begin to build. The nimble fingers tease her swollen lips and clit before driving 2 deep into her pussy. They twist and turn as Cindy alternates between the glistening cocks throbbing before her.

Behind her the next member of our little group, Julie, uses her free hand to slap Cindy's ass. The loud crack is heard over the beat of the music. Cindy gasps and jumps when the blow lands. It is enough to sting, but not hurt. She curls her fingers and searches for the elusive G spot while Cindy returns to sucking Mitch. Julie times her next slap perfectly. Whack! She slaps the red cheek again. Cindy gasps and jumps, this time driving Mitch's cock deeper. She gags and swallows as Mitch holds her head still, feeling the spasm of her throat massage his cock.

Art slips down under Cindy for another surprise. He licks her breasts and sucks on the nipples getting them nice and stiff. He watches her face as she sucks hungrily at Mitch. He places an ice cube in his mouth and kisses her breast. His tongue presses the frozen cube around her nipple. He can feel the ridges forming around the hard nipple.

Cindy would have screamed when the ice hit her nipple, except her mouth was filled with cock. Her breasts were sending out shockwaves making her pussy and brain spasm. She happily groaned around the hard cock. Behind her she heard someone talking, but could not understand the words. He mind didn't really care what they were saying as long as they continued playing with her.

Julie looked up at Mitch, "You want her tight?" She grinned. He winked back at his mischievous wife and nodded. Julie reached over to the bowl beside Art and removed two ice cubes. She let the first drip a few times onto Cindy's ass and then lowered it to rub it along her swollen pussy lips. Once the hard edges were gone she slipped the cube inside and pushed it deep with two fingers. The helpless Cindy groaned and moaned, her body quivering all over. Then Julie popped the other cube into her mouth and leaned down. She licked around her fingers and down to Cindy's clit. Her tongue slid the frozen cube around and over the swollen lips and stopped on the enflamed clit. Water dripped freely from the fast melting ice.

Mitch slipped out of Cindy's mouth and moved around behind her. Art retrieved a fresh cube and moved to the other breast. Mitch kissed Julie and stood behind the orgasming Cindy. Julie kissed the tip of his cock and then guided it into the tight pussy. Her tongue stroked the shaft and flicked over the lips where they stretched to accept him.

Cindy was lost in her orgasm, unable to control her body. Signals of cold and hot crashed over her from all over. The electric tingle had grown to encompass her whole body. Then she felt a piercing heat stab through her. The hot throbbing cock that had filled her mouth was thrust into her ice-cold tight pussy. This time without a cock for a gag she did scream, "My God Yes!" The cock inside felt like a searing fire filling her cold insides, the contrast sent her into the most massive orgasm she had ever experienced.

Art leaves her breasts and stand before Cindy. His cock is aching as he watches the huge member disappear into her pussy. He offers it to her mouth and is welcomed onto the warm wet tongue. She is a bit distracted, but he begins pumping into her mouth holding her head as his strokes increase to match those of Mitch behind her. 

Julie slides around watching Cindy closely to see when she has had enough. She slaps lightly on her breasts and feels the jolt that each slap and thrust has on the lucky girl. She smiles when she sees Mitch begin to jerk and pump hard deep thrusts, knowing that that huge first load is filling Cindy's wet pussy. She returns to her position underneath and licks Mitch as he slides out. Cum pours from Cindy's pussy into Julie's waiting and hungry mouth, Julie licks and sucks the cum down. Art watches and feels his own load of cum spray forth. Cindy eagerly swallows every drop in her hypersexual state.

The trio moves away and sits down while Cindy recovers. Art looks over when he hears Cindy begin to breathe a little more evenly. "Was that enough, my little slut?" 

Cindy sits in a puddle of cum her arms dangling from the rope. She thinks, 'Wow, that was amazing!' unfortunately words have escaped her and what comes out is, "Ooo... whs mmmzig!"

Unable to understand her and still wanting to play Art tells her, "Give us a few minute to rest and then we will play with you some more." He grins and winks at Julie and Mitch as they discuss the assortment of toys on the table.



Surprise



"Lay down," is the command. You obey. Your blindfold makes it impossible to see, but I help you sit, then fall backwards to the bed. One of your breasts floats freely, having escaped your slinky nightgown. I touch the curves of your body, and I enjoy the feel of your skin, rubbing your thighs tightly. 

I can hear the beginnings of your moan, but I stop just short of reaching up toward your wetness. I have plans for you, a very interesting surprise. But first, I want you to taste me. I move up your body, feeling you, fastening the straps as I go. First your left leg, then your right, as my hand reaches upward, enjoying every part of your body. And now, your wrists are tight as well, and you cannot move, save to squirm at my touch, which you are very seductively. 

Now, it is time for you to taste me. I straddle your chest, moving upward until you can smell my sex close to your mouth. You realize now that I am naked, and you can nearly feel the precum oozing from my cock. 

"Take my cock in your mouth," is the command. You obey.

At once, I can feel your mouth engulf me, and I cannot help but moan. You always suck me with such zeal, and tonight is no exception. I can feel you pushing up against me, trying to take all of me inside your mouth. It is difficult for you, I know, so I push myself against your face, helping you take nearly all of me deep in your throat. I hold it there, deep inside your mouth, for as long as you can stand it before finally pulling my cock from your throat. You cough a bit, and I can see your mouth covered in your own salvia mixed with my precum. But I know you can take more, and so I push inside again, and you open wide willingly, nearly begging for it. 

Longer this time, letting you take as much of me as you can, I begin to fuck your face earnestly, listing to the sounds of you taking me inside your mouth. I'm moaning loudly now, telling you what a dirty slut you are for taking me so far inside your mouth, as I push farther into you each time.

And then, you felt something you did not expect. A hand, moving up your legs, pushing your nightgown upwards. For a moment, you freeze, my cock buried inside your mouth, unable to comprehend. There is no way that it is my hand. You start to push away from me, wanting to pull off your blindfold to see what is going on, but the restraints hold you down, as the unknown hand advances. You start to struggle with your legs, as much as you can, but another hand touches you, pushing each of your legs against the bed.

Your attention turns to what you now realize is my cock buried in your mouth once more, and your resistance this time is only half-hearted. The feel of my body against yours is somehow comforting, even though the electricity of this moment is pulsing through every one of your veins. When the unknown hand reaches your pussy, you gasp as best you can with a dick in your mouth, pushing your hips upward out of instinct. And you can't deny it. It feels good.

A pair of lips quickly follows the hand, pressing up against your soaking cunt. Still blindfolded, you can only imagine what must be happening, your mouth fixed on taking my cock without gagging too much, without passing out. And now, a new sensation. Pleasure. And lots of it. You can feel, now, that the mouth is undoubtedly male. The slight stubble against your thighs gives it away, although you realize this with a sense of detachment, knowing only that there is pleasure, and it must not stop. Now, it is your moans that permeate the bedroom, followed by my own occasional grunts each time you take me especially deep inside your mouth.

Before you know it, your pussy is filled by one...two...three fingers, using a "come hither" motion inside you, they slowly tease your tight fuckhole, prompting you to abandon all sense of propriety and push back against them, your body nonverbally begging for more.

And then, it stops. The mouth is withdrawn, the fingers removed. You whine in frustration against my cock, as it pulses in your mouth. Still blindfolded, you can almost see my smile.

"Don't worry baby," I speak, "Soon you will get even more."

And, in that instant, you do get more. You can feel him slide up against you, his hips rubbing against yours, and push his hardness up against your opening. You scream against my cock, knowing what would happen, yet unable to comprehend as the moment occurs. I push myself even deeper as he takes you. You can feel your pussy being filled, your ache being fulfilled, as in one smooth stroke he penetrates your wetness. In and out, slowly at first, rhythmically, you take his cock inside you as you open wide for me, letting me use your mouth to fuck with myself.

I know how much you love to touch yourself while you are getting fucked, and I know how badly your clit must be aching to be touched. I see you struggle as your tied hands reaching in vein to feel yourself, to make yourself cum. No, not yet. Soon.

Finally, I release your mouth from me, letting my cock exit your lips with a pop. You gasp and moan at the release, letting out a low, guttural groan as you feel his cock pushing deep inside you. I move off of you, sitting next to the bed, my lips inches from your ears.

"I know what you want, baby," I whisper. You cannot reply, but rather only moan, imagining what I am going to say but unable to say it yourself.

"You want to get fucked in both holes, don't you baby?" Your moans tell me all I need to know. Urgent, resonating, you beg for it without saying a word, without uttering a single coherent thought.

And then, it is happening. He exits you, quickly, removing his hard cock from your soaking cunt aching for more. You are released from your bonds, which are no longer needed. You aren't going anywhere. Helped to stand with my arms, I bend you over, rubbing lotion all over your ass, pausing as I lubricate my own cock. This was always our agreement. I would get your ass. After what seems like an eternity (really only seconds), you can sense me lying down on the bed, and you know what you must do. You sit on top, facing away from me, still blindfolded but free of all restraint and lay backwards, spreading your legs wide open for me.

You can feel my cock already pressed against your asshole, and we waste no time in pushing against one another, slowly. As many times as you have taken my hard cock inside you, there is still a process, we must be slow. Even as you close your eyes inside the blindfold and take breath, however, a new sensation envelops you. There is a finger running up and down your pussy, his finger, teasing you I enter you. It is almost too much in that instant, but you hold off. No, you need to feel all of this; you need to cum with both of us. 

And then, I am inside you. It feels strange at first, as always, the sensations inside your ass overwhelming you, trying to tell you there shouldn't be anything there...and yet pleasure permeates your body in spite of it. You are now lying on top of me, your head against my chest, my hands gripping your breasts, your ass filled by my cock, and you look blindly upwards towards the unseen man.

"Fuck me," you beg, to both of us. 

We comply. He pushes inside your wet pussy quickly, taking you as I begin to push back.

Your moans are like nothing I have ever heard before. Pleasure mixed with amazement mixed with something that could only be described as pure lust, you groan for us like mad, pushing back against both of our cocks as we find a rhythm together. You feel so full, each hole taking a hard, throbbing cock inside you as your eyes open wide beneath the blindfold, unable to articulate anything other than pleasure.

You can feel my hands holding you upwards, and you know what I want you to do. You remove your right hand from the bed, allowing my hands and your one remaining arm to balance you against us as you reach down to rub your clit. This is it, you know, it won't be long now for any of us. Moans fill the room. Yours, deep and lusty, and ours, growling and moaning as we take you in both of your fuckholes. 

"Oh God!" You scream, finally able to complete a sentence, "Cum inside me. Please."

And with that, your orgasm hits, hard, your fingers circling your clit as it explodes inward, your entire body shaking. More moaning surrounds you, and both cocks pause, shaking, and you can feel wetness filling you from each direction, your pussy and your ass being filled with cum. Each of our orgasms subside, and you can only lay in exhaustion as we both pull out, cum leaking from you in every direction. Soon, you sense we are alone once more, and you can feel me licking downwards, toward your cum soaked cunt... 



Surprise



Yesterday my wife called on my cell phone and told me to get home because she needed me. Having an inkling that there might be some fun in it I rushed home. When I got there the bedroom door was closed and there was a note stuck to it telling me to have a shower and make sure I was shaved clean - face and pubes. I obeyed as fast as I could. Then I went into the bedroom naked - I am never sure whether my wife will get turned on or off by my panty wearing.

She greeted my in a sexy babydoll and handed me a slinky short nighty, some white stay-up stockings and a pair of white stilettos that we had bought together a while ago. "On," she demanded. I rushed to comply. Then she had me kneel at the foot of the bed while she brought her pussy to my face and ordered me to start pleasuring her. I did, with gusto.

She started talking about a common fantasy we have, of having a young muscular, well hung stud come into the room and start playing with my ass. How he would come around to my face and I would lubricate his cock with my mouth and help it into her pussy. I was getting so turned on I almost couldn't stand it. We had always agreed that it would only ever be a fantasy so I didn't think anything more of it until the door opened. I tried to turn and look but she held my head tight to her pussy. Then I felt a stroking on my ass. I just about came right then. It continued for a few minutes while I got more and more turned on. Then it stopped and again I tried to turn but again was not permitted.

Then I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It was a flat hard stomach and my eyes went down and I saw a huge erect cock. Then my wife let my head go and said, "You know what to do. Do it now!" I turned and looked at the huge cock with its thick bush of black hair and heavy balls below, then up, scanning the gorgeous body towering over me. The flat stomach with sharply defined abs, the muscular, hairy chest, then up to the hard-edged face with the deep blue eyes and smirking mouth. 

"Now!" my wife demanded, again. So I put my tongue out and tentatively touched the tip of his cock. It was just starting to leak precum. Salty with just a touch of sweet. "Well sissy, its what you always wanted. How is it? You love it don't you. Stop pretending and put your mouth right on it, just like we always talked about." she said, with a hard edge to her voice. I hesitated still, putting my half-closed mouth over just the tip but my wife scowled and, and growling, "don't you dare scratch it," pushed my my head forward. Hard and deep! I felt it hit the back of my throat and almost gagged. I was amazed at how far I had to open up to fit it and how far I still was from the base.

Then my wife demanded, "Come on, show him how much you like it. Run your tongue around the head. Push it in and out. Just like I always told you." I did. I got totally into it. Licking, sucking, pushing it in and out. I felt completely helpless. Like a plaything, and loving it. They kissed, tongues entwining, first in her mouth,then his. Her feeling his chest. Him stroking her breast gently at first, then harder, until they turned red and bruised. Her nipples were hard and protruding.

I reveled in the sensations of servicing his cock. Feeling the hardness. Pulling the foreskin back all the way and licking the prominent ridge of the huge head. Massaging with my hand and squeezing out the precum so I could lick it up and savor it. But finally, my wife took notice of me again just as I was pushing his cock as deeply as I could in the back of my throat.

She scowled a bit and said, "Sweetie, that just isn't good enough! You have to take a real man's cock all the way in. Remember how you always said you wanted to do it right? How you wanted to take a cock right down your throat? Well, here's your chance." With that, she started to gently push on the back of my head, saying, "Relax, baby, let it in. Just relax your throat and let it go in." I tried but couldn't seem to make any progress and finally she looked at him and commanded, "Push!" He did, and for a few seconds I though I would throw up, then, amazingly, it was in. I couldn't breath. I panicked and pulled back, hard.

He was out and I looked nervously up at my wife, expecting her to be furious, but she was looking at me with something like pride. She purred, "Oh, baby, I knew you could do it. That was so sexy. I love you so much, my sweet, sissy hubby." Then, harshly, "Now, take it all the way. Practice a bit if you need to but I want to see it go all the way in. I want to see you suck a real man's cock the way it should be done. I want to be proud of my cocksucking sissy hubby."

As I worked at getting him deeper and deeper, learning to time my breathing and suppress my gag reflex, she encouraged me, "I'll be bringing more home for you. I want you, my little sissy, to give them the best blowjobs they have ever had. You'll make me proud." Then, "Just a bit further, baby. You're almost there!" Finally, I felt his pubic bone hard against my lips. I felt his cock deep inside me, like I was a piece of meat impaled on a steel spit. She squealed, "You did it, my sweet cocksucking hubby! I'm so excited for you."

Then, "Hold it right there!" she demanded. Before I could even think, she grabbed the digital camera from the table beside the bed and snapped a series of pictures, continuing even while I pulled my mouth off his cock to object. I felt a string of precum hanging from my mouth to his cock while she continued to snap the pictures in rapid succession. Before I could say anything, though, she yelled at me, "Stop! Now open your mouth and lick the head gently and show us how much you love sucking cock. Do it now!"

I considered saying no but realized that I was really loving this and I could trust her to take care of me so I decided to put on the best show I possibly could. I smiled and licked the precum up from his head. I then proceeded to make love to the head of his cock. Caressing it with my tongue, kissing it and taking it into my mouth and sucking on it. She continued to snap away with the camera, capturing my ecstasy from every possible angle. Finally, she moaned, "Oh, Sweetheart, you are just the sissy husband I need. Wait until the boys see these. They'll be begging to come home with me and, together, we'll give them the experience of a lifetime."

I felt him stiffen up, then. His balls started to bunch up and my wife yelled, "Stop! Now! Don't move. I want that in me. I want all of his cum inside me." I stopped, then, as his breathing slowed, reluctantly pulled away, slowly and carefully.

My wife told me to come up on the bed and lie down face-up with my feet at the top and my head at the middle. I did, with some nervousness, wondering what she had in mind. She came up and placed her pussy over my mouth and told me to start licking, to get her good and wet. I licked her clit and her opening as well as her ass when she would arch up and force it to my mouth. She came about three times.

Finally, she lay down on top of me, pushing my rock-hard cock out of the way and told the young stud to come up behind her. She demanded that I help him in. "Give him a good suck to get him ready first,"she moaned, as she moved forward a bit. Then, "Help him in now. I want him so bad!" as she pushed her pussy back over my mouth.

I held his cock to her opening. Rubbing it around a bit, watching how it spread her lips wide. Then she pushed back. Hard! Pushing her clit down on my open mouth and pushing the head of his cock into her. Moaning, "Look how it fills me up. It feels so good!" She proceeded to rub back and forth over my mouth, pushing herself further and further onto his cock. Every time she moved forward his cock slid onto my tongue. "Lick his balls. Take them in your mouth. Help him come. I want you to lick it out of me!" she yelled as she slid forward and him with her. I sucked his balls into my mouth and massaged them with my tongue. I licked toward his ass and back to his balls.

Suddenly I felt his balls pull away from my chin. He moaned and my wife pushed back so my tongue was on his cock again. He started pumping harder, then in little jerks, and I felt a pulsing in the passage of his dick. I almost came.

My wife jerked and squirmed, then screamed as she came hard again. Cum seeped out around his cock. She pushed back and forth until finally his cock softened and dropped out of her pussy bringing a huge dollop of his creamy cum with it into my mouth. I closed my mouth around his head and spread the cum throughout my mouth so I could enjoy every bit of it even while my wife whispered, "Eat it, Sissy. This is what you always wanted. Lick it all up." She moaned deeply as he pulled away and I licked and sucked every drop of his cum out of her and from her lips. Her clit was hard like a little cock and she shuddered over and over.

Finally she pulled up off my face and said, "Lick him clean now, my sissy hubby." I crawled over to the young stud, finally getting to take in his whole, gorgeous, hairy body. He was firm but not all bulging. His cock was limp but still huge and hairy. He had a hard face but with beautiful blue eyes. I was, however, far more interested in his cock.

I licked around the base first, where the cum had pooled a bit. Savoring the smell of him and the taste of his cum. I held his cock up and licked all around it, feeling his cock get a bit firmer in my hand. I went around between his legs and licked all of he cum from his balls and down to his ass. He moaned, and my wife snapped, "Quiet. You promised to keep quiet." And he went quiet again but he squirmed as I continued to lick. His cock was getting harder and I was thrilled at the sensation of it as I held it in my hand.

I took it back into my mouth and used my tongue and felt it grow, twitching slightly. My wife whispered in my ear, "Get it hard again, Sissy, and you can have it in your ass while you put yours in me." I started bobbing my mouth up and down. Doing my best to get it hard and feeling the results as it grew in my mouth. 

Suddenly my wife yelled, "Stop! I want it in me again. Sorry, babe, you'll have to wait." She climbed on top and moaned, "Help him in. I want him so bad. Look how big he is." Resigned to losing my toy, I positioned his cock at the opening of her dripping pussy and watched as she pushed down hard, feeling my own cock twitch. I stroked it and realized that it was covered in precum. 

I squeezed more precum out and took as much as I could on my finger while giving my cock a few strokes. My wife, seeing what I had done told me to lick it all off and to do it so that the stud could see. She said she wanted him to see exactly how much of a sissy I was. He smiled a bit when he saw me licking my own precum up, especially as my wife said, "He loves to eat his own cum too. Do you believe it?" Just wait we can watch him do it." Then she told me to get up beside them and stroke myself over his body. Telling me, "I want you to make yourself cum now. You won't be cuming in me anyway so you might as well show our stud what you do." She pointed to his chest and said, "I want you to put a nice load right there."

I knelt up beside them, with my cock over his chest and started to stroke. I was so turned on that I knew I would cum in seconds. Then, my wife whispered, "Quick, Sweetie, I want to see you cum. I want to see you lick it all off of him and show him what a sissy husband you really are. Do it now!" Well, with that, my cock spasmed and I felt the sensation right through my body as I pumped spurt after spurt onto his chest.

I sank back and tried to look inconspicuous but my wife had other ideas. "Come on, Sissy, she ordered. Use you tongue to spread it out over his nipples. Don't lick it up quite yet." I did as ordered, hesitantly. I had lost my interest, as usual, after I cum. But she insisted, "Come on Baby. I want to see it and we want our stud to see what a sissy you really are. How you'll do anything I tell you to, no matter how humiliating. Come on now."

I spread my cum to his nipples and then, at her insistence, I started licking and sucking at his nipples. One then the other. He moaned and she slapped the side of his ass telling his to be quiet. Then she ordered me, "Suck his nipples hard now, Sweetie. Show him how much you love to make love to to a good stud." and I started to suck hard, using my tongue too. Suddenly, he tensed and when he did, she moaned loudly, tensing up as well. "Ahhhh!" she screamed, "It feels so amazing. I can feel his squirting his cum way up inside me. Put your hand around it. Feel him throb." Again, she continued to ride him until he finally softened and fell out and again she ordered me to clean them both up.

She came a couple more times as I licked her clean and she told me how sexy it was to have her hubby as her cum slave. How I would have to be totally submissive and help her with all of the lovers she planned to bring home from now on.

Finally, she lay back and relaxed. He got up and, without saying anything, winked at me, gathered up his clothes and left the room. I heard the front door close a few minutes later.

My wife told me to come up beside her. She explained how she had decided that she wanted to make our fantasy a reality for both of us. That he was a friend from work who had recently been dumped by his wife. How she was absolutely sure he had only ever done it with his wife and was clean but had him get checked anyway. And that this was not the last time. "He has such a perfect cock, Sweetie. You wouldn't want me to give that up would you? Besides, I saw how you loved it too. Maybe next time, I'll let him fuck you too, Baby. Wouldn't that be fantastic?" My cock twitched with a life of its own.



Surprise



It's been a long day, and I am tired, more then ready to relax. As I walk in the door something nags at the back of my mind of something being off and out of place, but I'm on a one track mind right now, and so shrug it off as my over active imagination.

I walk through my dark and quiet apartment, stripping as I go, first my shirt pulled quickly off over my head, then more slowly my bra. I let out a soft sigh almost a moan as my sore breasts are released from their binding, and I have to take a second to massage them, wishing it was some one else's hands even as I do so. But it's not to be, I've been alone for a while now, and no prospects for the near future.

As I enter my bathroom and turn on the light, the nagging thought tries to spring forth again, but once more is pushed down as I unbutton my pants and slip them from my nicely rounded thighs. I look at myself in the mirror, evaluating my body, clad only in my favorite black lace boy-shorts, the ones with a little crystal dangling in the front.

I've been called beautiful, cute, pretty, and I can almost see the last two, I have a fair face, complemented by my shoulder length brown hair, which is once again trying to get curly on me. My eyes travel down my pale neck, to my shoulders then to my breasts. They are nice, but not perfect, one breast is a full cup size larger then then the other, and both are marked with the very pale lines of stretch marks, from where they had once filled with milk. I've never had a complaint about my breasts, and despite their so called "flaws" I am very proud of them, enjoying showing off the ample cleavage at times with a good bra and low cut shirt.

I turn to the side slightly and briefly admire my lace clad hips and ass, something more to be proud of in a way, my ass might be large but most men seem to enjoy the sight of it, and I chuckle to myself thinking of the times it's been called "heart shaped". Looking down further to my nicely defined legs, I shrug as I always do.

Then I turn to the bath tub and start the warm water flowing, more then ready for it even as I slip out of my panties and step into the shower spray. The first few minutes are spent just letting the borderline hot water cascade over my nude body washing away stress from the day. I start lathering up my hands with my special lilac soap. A sent I love very much covering my hands, and then my body as I rub the soapy foam over my arms, then my breasts. I've been horny all day and so it's no surprise that I start pulling on my nipples and massaging my breasts even as I'm lathering them up, letting one hand travel down my stomach to my shaved pussy.

I won't part my lips while my hands are still soapy but it doesn't stop me from rubbing myself, increasing my excitement. I love the feel of my hand stroking my outer lips, getting ready for more. My eyes are closed just enjoying the feelings I'm causing to my body, and so I miss the extra shadow that has entered the bath room with me.

I rinse my hands off, and move more under the water, letting one hand support my weight against the wall. Even as the other has returned between my legs, rubbing my wet pussy, parting my lips. I let two fingers enter my tight pussy. I pump and rock against them, moaning quietly, before moving my hand and fingers to my clit, rubbing all around the sensitive nub. I don't bother being quiet and moan my enjoyment as I bring myself closer to finish, just rubbing my hard little clit, and the area around it. Faster I work my hand, moving in closer circles, vibrating my fingers as I do so, until I almost scream as I finish, my whole body spasming. I fall limp against the wall, my legs and arm barley holding me up.

Suddenly the lights go out and two strong arms have grabbed me, pulling my body back out of the shower. I'm too surprised to scream. I start twisting in my attackers arms trying to free myself, he grunts as he tries to keep hold of my wet slippery body. He manages to work my arms behind my back and then suddenly he grabs my hair and pulls back hard, causing me to emit a slight painful screech.

His deep voice whispers in my ear even as he adjusts his grip on my arms and hair. "Do as I say you little whore and you might just enjoy yourself." He starts kissing along my neck, finding a few sensitive areas, almost as if he knows my body personally. I don't want to enjoy the feeling he is causing but I can't help it, my neck has always been sensitive to touch, and my body has been denied anothers touch for a while now.

It is while I'm distracted with my internal war that he manages to manipulate my body into my bedroom and face down on my bed. His weight holds me down and I find myself unable to move my face to even breathe much less scream. I'm blind and helpless, and starting to worry about air when I feel him wrapping a cord around my wrists, better securing them. He pulls my body up and the blindfold I keep near my bed is slipped over my eyes.

"Mmmmm dirty little whore aren't you? Playing with yourself in the shower. Handcuffs on the door, and a blindfold next to your bed. You must like it rough." His mouth is right next to my ear as his rough voice once again whispers in my ear. I start whimpering, I'm afraid of whats happened in the past brief moments, the lack of control I'm now forced to endure, and yes the honest truth I find in his words. "I'm not going to gag you, unless you make me, my little whore. I want to hear you moaning and panting like the bitch you are."

His mouth has once again attached to my neck roughly biting and sucking at the sensitive flesh. Then I find myself pushed onto my back, his mouth covering mine as quickly as I was turned. His hands are on my breasts kneading my soft mounds roughly, pulling and twisting my nipples.

One hand quickly travels from my breasts to push apart my legs and starts rubbing harshly at my still tender lower lips, parting them and feeling the wetness that to my shame is increasing rather then going away. It's this fact that causes my attacker to chuckle. "I knew it, you are enjoying this aren't you bitch? Has it been so long since you had a man that even this is turning you on, or are you just that dirty?" I can't answer. I refuse to dignify him with an answer other then the whimper I couldn't stop escaping my lips.

He kisses me again, forcing his tongue between my lips, ruthlessly exploring my mouth, and I try to bite his tongue. He pulls back and twists a nipple painfully hard, even as he chuckles again, "That just turns me on bitch. Mmmmm such a sweet mouth you have, makes me wonder if your other lips are just as sweet?"

"No, don't!" I whimper but it's too late, he's moved down my body and forced my legs apart, his face up next to my bare pussy. "Bitch you smell good enough to eat." As his sentence ends I feel his tongue slide between my lips, lapping up the wetness. "Fuck! You are a sweet little bitch, so damn tasty I might not let you go." Then he is back licking my pussy. It's not something I've had done often and I'm ashamed to be enjoying it. He is causing feelings for me with his tongue against my clit that only a few others have, and is actually doing better then any other has before.

His tongue is hot wet and electric as he slides it between my lips, lapping up the wetness that I can't stop. The feeling of his tongue on my clit, so good, and yet wrong makes my mind start going fuzzy. When he brings his hand down and starts fingering my tight pussy while he is licking, and sucking my tender sensitive clit it is almost over whelming. I can feel his hot breath on my bare flesh adding to the sensory overload. His lips, teeth, tongue and hands spare no flesh between my thighs, every sensitive spot available is under attack. The feelings rushing through my body are indescribable, and very sinful. As his tongue and hand alternate between my clit and my pussy I can't tell if I'm in pleasure or in pain.

I'm surprised when I cum, almost screamingly loud against his face. He doesn't let up on his sucking and licking even as I buck wildly about. His hand moves so he can hold me down till he is finished. Then he moves again up my body once again kissing my mouth, forcing his tongue once again between my lips. I should be disgusted by my own taste on his tongue, by this whole situation, but I can't find the energy after cumming as hard as I did under his ministrations.

"Can you taste yourself? Do you enjoy it whore? I'm gonna have to fuck you much harder now, your taste is so good bitch and you've got me so fucking hard."

To prove his point I feel him thrust against my hips, his cock hard as it pushes against me. Before I know it he has positioned himself between my thighs and is entering me surprisingly slow. His breath hisses out as he shoves his cock into me. "Fuck bitch I didn't expect you to be this damn tight!" That is the last coherent sentence to leave his lips as he starts thrusting hard and fast, almost painfully in and out of my sensitive pussy. His breathing little more then animistic growls and moans.

It hurts slightly this violation of my body, but still feels better then it should, I can't help it when I start moaning as well, or when my body starts rocking along with him. When he pulls out I'm slightly disappointed to my dismay and hopeful that he is finished. I'm surprised to find my self flipped again and my ass lifted as he enters me again, this time fucking me from behind. I can't help myself now, I'm lost even further to this violation, as he fucks me in what has always been my favorite position. His cock entering my body deeper, faster, harder then before, the sound of flesh hitting flesh offset only by the animistic moans, growls and whimpers being forced from both of our throats.

Very few knew that I enjoyed this position. Being done doggy style, while my hands are bound, and occasionally blind folded. It's another fact that is allowing my needful body to betray me to my attacker. I feel my muscles tightening again, and know I am going to cum. I know my assailant feels it two when he growls out "That's right bitch, cum for me, cum for me, cum all around my cock, cum like the dirty whore you are!"

I can't help it when I do exactly that, my body tightens up again even as he is speaking, and I scream my release. One of the hardest I have ever felt before, I'm almost seeing white behind my eye lids as my body shudders and bucks. I feel him cry out and growl as he continues pushing in and out of me, his own release triggered by my tightening pussy gripping him. I feel his hot cum spurting up into my pussy as he collapses against my back pumping once, twice more, a deep growl of pleasure escaping his throat.

A few minutes later I feel him pull his cock out of my pussy, and his hands working on the knots that bind my hands.

"So baby, is it every thing you had in mind?" He is asking me even as I pull the mask from my eyes, and turn to him. 

"Goddess it was better then I had thought it would be darlin..." I manage to say to my close friend, even as I cuddle up to his body. "I didn't expect you to come tonight though?" 

He just laughs at me "Wasn't that the idea behind a rape fantasy? Not knowing when it was going to happen." 

I yawn slightly and cuddle in closer, before kissing him. "Hmmm I guess you are right darlin..... Thank you..."

I fall asleep feeling very well fucked, and safe in my friends arms.



Surprise



It was late and dark when I got home from work. I found her asleep on the couch, the TV still on, covered up in a blanket. I turned off the television and went to uncover her when I noticed what she was wearing. 

The black Old Navy tank top matched perfectly to the lacy underwear and thigh high stockings. Her high heeled, black leather boots transformed her outfit from a girl wearing lingerie to a sexy, dark seductress. It was only after I had slowly taken in her appearance did I realize that her eyes were now open, and looking at my longingly. 

"I thought you were just going to leave me lying here all night. I was about to stand up and ruin my whole plan." She spoke quickly, and started moving towards me with a playfully evil grin. Once she was standing I was awestruck by her; she was as tall as I was due to the heels and I could see the confidence in her expression.

"Well? Can't you think of anything to say to me?" she asked me in a teasing voice.

But still I stood there, speechless. So since I knew that I wasn't going to be able to convey to her what I wanted by telling her, I showed her. Without a moment's hesitation, I was grasping her and kissing her roughly on the mouth. My fingers were searching and grasping every inch of her, especially the places where no fabric covered her warm, soft skin. 

It was a long time that we wrestled and groped each other on the couch. 

Finally, I broke the silence, "What do you want?" I asked. 

"If you are going to give me what I want, then you're going to have to give me what you want. No worrying about whether I'm okay, or if it feels good to me, because it always feels good with you." She paused to let me soak in what she had just said. "I'm only going to explain this once. I want you to use me. Tonight, I'm your toy. I'll do anything you want. Fuck me."

I was almost too stunned to do anything, but as I am of the male persuasion, I wasn't going to let an opportunity like this one go. I started leading her to the bedroom, but she paused by the kitchen and started to unbutton my shirt. So we began right there in the hallway.

Once I was stripped down to my boxers, she decided to guess at what I wanted first. "Should I get on my knees for you? Do you want me to suck your dick?"

By this time, my confidence had skyrocketed, so I began playing along in her erotic game. "Yes you should get on your knees, but no you should not start sucking. Just open your mouth and let me control you." I wasn't sure if I really was going to get what I wanted, so I decided to test the waters with something that she had strictly forbidden in the past. Never before was I allowed to "mouth fuck" her, but today was different. The deeper I rammed my throbbing cock down her throat, the more desperately she would moan. It wasn't until I was forcing her lips against my pelvis and holding her there did she protest at all. 

"I have no problem with you fucking my face like that, but if you're going to could you at least let me breathe every now and then?" She asked me, looking up at me with watery eyes from being forced down on my shaft. 

"I suppose I could let you do that." I smiled at her deviously and continued having my way with her soft, warm lips and tongue. 

I knew that if I didn't stop myself soon, I would just keep pounding away at her throat until I came. So I pulled her up to me, cupped my hands below her perfect ass, and carried her off to the bedroom. Once there, I lost my boxers, and made absolutely sure that she left every article of clothing on. There was no way that I was going to have her taking off the sexiest outfit I had ever seen now, just before it got good.

"I want you to get on your hands and knees, doggy style, for me; but keep your legs together. I think it's time to try a new position." I ordered.

"Oh good, I thought we might end up doing the same old things." She replied in her purely evil bedroom voice. "I guess I should have known after you forced your dick down my throat so far that I gagged, that this is gonna be good. You didn't even look like you felt bad, I'm proud of you."

"Did you gag? I'm so sorry!" I apologized immediately and felt absolutely awful. 

"Matthew! Shut Up", she argued. "I all ready told you, I'm willing to do anything for you. If you even think about feeling bad right now, I swear to god, I'm going to go change into sweat pants and a hoodie."

"Fine, you want it that way, I'll play along." Now I was really going to get into it with her. 

Before she could respond again, I had forced her onto her back. I figured that if she wanted me to play rough, I would do it right. So instead of taking the time to pull her tank top off over her head, I just ripped it down the middle, exposing her gorgeous tits and making her expression go from devious to shock. My next move was to pull her little black underwear aside and lick her tight little cunt until she came for me. My favorite thing in the world (other than getting head from her) was going down on my girlfriend. She tasted good to me, and the sounds she made and the way her body writhed about under the pressure of my tongue on her clit turned me on like nothing else. So I took my time and made sure that I got her pussy dripping wet before I went in for the kill. I know exactly how to make her go from zero to orgasm, and when I do she usually forces me away to allow her body to run its course, but not today. When she started pushing away, I pulled tighter. That was when the screaming started. 

Eventually I did stop, but only to mount her and pound my bare cock hard into her pussy. I knew that I had to get a condom at some point, but she was so wet, there was no way I was going to let this opportunity go to waste. Her warmth combined with the soaking wet feeling and her surprise at my ferocity were too much for her, and her body dove straight into another intense orgasm. 

I decided, once she was finished screaming and clawing at my back, that I should get a condom on and return to my original idea.

"Now, can you please get on your hands and knees like I told you to earlier", I said forcefully. 

"Okay", was the only reply she gave, other than obliging to my order. 

Once she was in position and my member tightly wrapped in our favorite kind of condom, I squatted behind her and entered her soaked cunt from above and behind. Having never done this before, I was not prepared for how much tighter she would be this way. So I lingered there for a moment before slowly starting to thrust in and out. 

"Do you like this? Just as a matter of interest, either way I'm not stopping yet", I asked her. 

"Mhmmm", she moaned. "This is the most intense you've ever been. Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Like never before. I might just take control like this every time we want to fuck."

At that, I really started pounding her, and eventually lost control. I realized, almost too late, that I was on the verge of blowing so I pulled back and ripped the condom off. Quickly I spun her around and just as my cum exploded out of my dick, I shoved myself back into her mouth. I watched as she moaned and allowed every ounce of my load to fill her mouth, until she swallowed. 

"Yum", she said while she wiped the drip off her chin and sucked it off her finger. "I am kind of disappointed though. We didn't last long at all. I took off tomorrow thinking we'd be up all night."

I replied, "Don't worry. I'm not even close to done with you. Since I'm still in charge, the next thing I want is some time to recuperate before I start using you again."

Her expression was all surprise and smiles when she said, "What do you want to do until you're ready for more then?"

"I'm going to take some pictures of you. So put whatever is left of your tank top back on and lay across the bed in some sexy poses."

After almost a half hour of taking some of the dirtiest, sexiest pictures I have ever taken of her, she started teasing me and was rewarded with my quickly growing erection being stuffed into her mouth. I used that moment to take a quick few pictures of her deep throating me before I turned off the camera and put on a new condom. 

This time, I pulled her on top of me so that she could ride my cock. I still controlled the speed and depth, but I knew this was her favorite, so I took it easy for a few minutes. Finally, I decided to let my horniness take over again, and I started thrusting up at her, driving my dick as deep inside of her as I had ever been. Her moaning coupled with the way she twisted her waist around made for a long, intense session in that position. She came several times while riding me cowgirl style, but I had had enough and was ready to try a new position.

So I pulled her off of me, and curled her up on her side, nibbling at her neck and earlobe as I whispered "I want to do one more thing that we've never done before. Are you game?"

"Of course, I'm your dirty little whore tonight baby, remember?"

"Good, then bend yourself over the side of the bed and play with your cunt for a few while I get myself ready. Got that slut?"

"Ooo, I love it when you talk to me like I'm your own personal slut. It makes me feel dirty, but so fucking hot" she told me while she started massaging her clit.

By now, I had the condom off and was drenching my dick in KY. I knew that if I was going to get away with this, we would both need to be slicker than ice. So, before she could ask what I was doing, I emptied the rest of the lube all over her ass. I knew she was catching on so I parted her ass cheeks and pressured the head of my cock into her ass. There was so much KY that I easily slid into her and made her scream. I wasn't sure if it was out of pain or pleasure so I waited a moment for what I thought was the inevitable "Get Out!" but it never came. She just moaned and fingered her pussy faster. 

I was overcome with the need to come again, so I fucked her tight, virgin ass fast and hard. Pulling at her hair and smacking her ass cheeks as hard as I could in an effort to be as dirty and raunchy as possible. Just when I thought I was going to have to slow down to catch my breath, I heard her say "Oh my god, oh my god! Do not stop. I'm going to cum. Oh baby, oh my god. Fuck my ass harder, I'm cumming!!"

I began slamming my entire dick as far into her ass as I could. The harder I fucked, the more she screamed out in pleasure and the more intense her orgasm got.

"FUCK! I'm still cumming", she screamed five minutes later as I ran my fingers roughly down her back. "Cum in my ass baby. I want your whole load in my ass, please!"

"Oh god" I said as I started to blow. "I'm cumming too!"

"Yes! More, baby, fuck my ass as hard as you can. Fill me up with so much that I can taste it" she said to me. Then she looked over her shoulder and said, "Oh wait, the taste is because I swallowed your load earlier, oh well, good thing I love the taste of your cum." 

As I slowed down, spent from the most intense sex I had ever had, we melted into each other. Curling up together, my half erect dick now back in her pussy, we slept. Dreaming of what tomorrow would bring...



Surprise



Thanks to Kayvamp for inspiration & checking

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You walk through the darkened house to find me kneeling at the foot of your bed... waiting... smiling... naked...

Waiting for a small nod from you, I rise, pausing to let your eyes slide down my body, lingering as you notice my excitement.

I move towards you, and then circle around behind you. My hands move lightly over your body, tugging at a button here, or a zipper there, letting your clothes slip to the floor piece by piece, until our bodies have nothing between them, and our skin is touching all the way from our intermingled legs to my lips pressed against your neck.

My hands tightly grip your hips as I move you towards the bed, pressing u face down onto the silk sheets, crawling onto the bed behind you... my lips finding your knee and moving up the outside of your thigh... across your hip... past the small of your back... and up your spine... moving across your shoulder... down you outstretched arm to suck a finger into my mouth. My body draped across yours. Something hot and hard pressing into your back...

And then suddenly you feel cool steel and hear a click as the handcuff snaps closed around your wrist... locking your arm to the corner of the bed. Your instinct to jump back is held by my body pressing down on you, but then you relax and my tongue continues to explore your body... up your arm... along your back... over your gorgeous ass and then down the inside of your thigh. Guessing... wondering... but only knowing when you hear the snap of the cuff on your foot, holding you to the opposite corner of the bed,

My fingernails press into your ankles, then drag upwards all around your leg... sliding higher inside and outside your thigh... up between your cheeks, then raking up over your spine to your shoulder. My body presses down... my cock nestling snugly between you cheeks as my hands push your arm towards the corner of the bed to the next handcuff.

Knowing what comes next, you do not struggle... but I still have to put my hands between your thighs to spread your legs wide enough for your ankle to reach the final cuff.

Standing, I look down at your body. Face down on the bed, legs spread wide, tied to the corners of the bed. You are completely at my mercy and quivering with anticipation. I lean across your body and lightly trail my fingers across parts of your body... your ribs... your hip... your neck... your back... lightly between your cheeks...

You hear me move to the cupboard and hear the door slide open, some rustling noises, then I return and you feel a silk scarf move over your face. The blindfold tied effectively you cannot see me as I again return to your body to tease and kiss and touch and lick and rub.

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Your body melts into the bed as I explore your body... your hips moving a little when I touch you in special places... your breathing getting a little deeper as you feel my teeth lightly sink into your neck and you feel my breath against your ear. You moan with please as you feel my hard cock nestle between the cheeks of your gorgeous little ass and you grind back against me.

You almost sigh with disappointment as you feel me rise from the bed and move away again... but quickly realize I have gone back to the cupboard when you hear more rustling.

As I return, you feel cool plastic touch the inside of your ankle, feeling it slide higher and higher along the inside of your thigh... higher until it touches both of your thighs at the same time... only inches from when you want it to be... but I move it around... teasing you along the crease where your leg joins your cheek... then higher and over your back... bumping over your spine up to your neck. You jump a little as I click the vibrator on and your feel the tickle against your the back of your neck and shudder as I move lower again. I lean in and follow the vibrator with my tongue. Licking and kissing and biting your spine as I sneak lower and lower on your back... finally reaching your ass I gently press the vibrator between your cheeks and run it all the way around until it starts to slide freely along your slick wet lips. My fingers feel the heat coming from inside you. The tip of the vibrator threatens to slip inside you as you grind and moan. My teeth sink into the flesh of your ass to hold you down as I tease back and forth along your lips... twisting and turning the vibrator until it is fully wet and slippery.... glancing across your clit every now and then to feel you shudder...

One final time I slide the vibe across your lips... then pause... gently pressing against you as the vibe slips between your dripping wet lips. Pushing deeper and deeper ... ever so slowly until the tips of my fingers are touching you and the vibrator is buried deep inside you.

Once again I get up off the bed and walk away, leaving you to grind your hips and try to fuck the vibrator left buried inside you. Your breathing is heavy. Your body is writhing and moving around on the bed as you try to get more sensation from the buzzing toy inside you. Your legs and arms still bound to the corners of the bed do not allow you to get much satisfaction, but you try... and it looks sexy as hell from where I stand.

Once more you hear the door open, and some rustling, before hands return to your body. Fingers brushing up your legs... between your cheeks... close, but not touching the vibrator that you desperately want to be fucked with. Lips kiss your back, your neck. You moan and beg for more... and yet you freeze with shock when you feel a second set of hands touch your ankles and start to slide up your body...

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Not knowing who is touching you, which hands are mine, who else might be with us, you try to resist the feelings that have been building up inside you, but as the second set of fingers finally reach the vibrator and start to slowly push it in and out of your dripping pussy you give in to your body and start to writhe in pleasure.

You feel hands grab your head and turn to the side and get your first clue as to who else is in the room as you taste sweet lip gloss as the stranger kisses you deeply. Her hands roam through your hair as she feels you moaning from the sensations of the vibrator. 

You feel her move around on the bed, positioning herself in front of you. You know what is coming as you can smell and feel how turned on she is. She takes your head in her hands and lifts you up before sliding in under you. She holds your head in position so you can lick her. Her legs draped over your shoulders. You are already moaning and grinding your hips trying to work the vibrator deeper into your pussy, but now your moans have an extra effect on the stranger on front of you. The vibrations from your voice tickle her and you feel her hands grip your hair tighter as she starts to fuck herself with your face. You try to lick and suck her as she grinds her pussy into your face, and you know you're doing something right from how wet she is and how much her hips are pushing back up at you.

Concentrating on her, you have almost forgotten the vibrator until it is taken away. You gasp and would stop licking, if not for the strong hands and urgent needs of the stranger in front of you. But you aren't left wanting for long, as you feel the hot tip of my cock at slide between your lips. You are so wet that I can slide all the way inside you with one long slow push. Pausing as i reach the bottom... you can feel me throbbing.

I lean down over your body, and you feel my teeth gently biting your shoulder. My face brushes up against the stranger's naked thigh. I whisper in your ear.

"Eat her pussy. 

Lick it. 

Make her cum. 

Be a good little sex toy.

I can see your tongue flicking her clit.

I want to see her cum all over your face.

You have to make her cum before you are allowed to.

Just like a fuck toy.

Make her cum and I will fuck you hard.

Can you feel how hard I am?

Can you feel me throbbing deep inside you?"

I can feel your hips moving trying to draw more sensation from the hard cock buried inside you. You are so hot that you just want to fuck hard and cum over and over, but I hold you tight. Keeping my cock pressed firmly inside you and not allowing you to fuck me. 

Finally you sense that I will not give in, and so you try to focus on the stranger. Your tongue finds her clit and starts to flick across it more quickly. You feel her respond with a shudder, knowing that she must be close. You draw it into your mouth and suck, while flicking it with your tongue. This drives her over the edge. You feel her hands press down tight on your head as her hips press up against your face. You feel her body twitching and shuddering over and over as she cums in your mouth. You keep sucking hard trying to keep her cumming until she finally collapses and pushes your head away, exhausted and too sensitive.

As soon as she has collapsed you start to feel my cock moving inside you. Slowly I pull out... then slaw back inside you. After what I have just seen you know I must be close to cumming as well. And after what you have been through tonight you are only seconds away from cumming too. You feel the stranger move around run her hands over your body as we fuck faster. Her hands move around behind us and between your legs, tickling your thighs and feeling how wet you are as my cock slams in and out of you. She finds your clit and starts to rub, and you can tell from the extra push I give that her other hand has found my ass or is massaging my aching balls.

Now it is her turn to push us over the edge. We are both moaning and sweating... your hips pushing back against me. Moaning and grunting over the slapping over our bodies. I feel your body tense and shake as you start to cum and this drive me over the edge. I push deep inside you as I feel my cock explode again and again into you as you shudder and shake beneath me, until we both finally slow to a stop and lie there, sweaty and exhausted... satisfied for now.... 

And then you feel the strangers hands slide down to untie your bonds and you know that the night has just started...



Surprise



My mouth went dry and I shuddered nervously, as my son stood before me slowly sliding his trousers down to reveal a large penis, in the half-light, it seemed to have a life of its own as it jumped free from its confines. I could feel beads of perspiration on my forehead as I took in the scene. The man, who stood behind me and held my arms in a vice like grip, sniggered and said; 

"You're going to get all of that and more besides." 

As my son, Paul advanced towards me, I noticed his eyes, were looking me up and down. Oh my god I thought as it dawned on me that I was about to raped by my own son, I started to struggle trying to get away and pleaded with him not to do this. I was frightened and yet almost flattered as his lusty gaze held me in its grip. 

"You've a lovely body I have admired it for years and now I am going to have it," then he said with a snigger "I'm going to enjoy this." 

I tried to back away, but only succeeded in pushing myself closer to my captor. I could easily feel his erection rubbing my arse through my silk nightdress.

I looked towards my husband who was tied to the bed, in an almost sitting position; he was struggling with his bonds, but to no avail. I still had my husband in view as Paul reached me, again I tried to wriggle free but I was held fast. Paul slid his hand up my legs, under my short shift and I could feel his fingers running through my pubic hair and along the length and between the folds of my vagina. I took a short intake of breath and attempted to close my legs as tight as possible, however I was unable to stop this intruder from slipping the end of his finger inside me, he pushed on and found my dampness and stirred until I could feel myself quite wet, he then slid his lubricated finger up to my clitoris making gentle circular motions pulling the hood back and sweeping over it like a butterfly. I involuntarily opened my legs a little wider; with this newfound space he was able to roam at leisure in, around and along my ever-dampening pussy. 

My captor forced me down onto my knees; I had a good idea of what was going to happen next, my face was now level with his penis, I saw that it was quite large about seven or so inches long and fairly thick it was smooth in appearance with a large purplish head who's eye seemed to be staring at me. He held my head tight so that I was unable to move and he pushed his cock straight into my mouth. I tried to clamp my mouth shut, but I could not resist the pressure of his hips pushing towards me, my mouth opened and it glided in as if it had every right to be there, my mouth was filled with this slightly salty, warm and hard muscle. I swallowed hard and gagged a little. I tried to breathe in to ease the pressure at the back of my throat, but I only succeeded in drawing it in deeper, he let out a long sigh. This was unfair one of my greatest pleasures is sucking cock, I really get a kick out of it, and here I was with an excellent specimen in my mouth. I started to feel betrayed by my body, as I felt myself tingle and my heart beating faster, my fanny felt as if it were alive such were the sensations. I glanced at my husband, he had stopped his struggle and was staring at us, his eyes almost popping out, he had the first signs of an erection, and I felt sorry for the poor man, watching his wife get sexually assaulted by her son and his friend, and being unable to help. Now his basic male instincts were taking over as he watched the scene unfold before him. 

We had often fantasised about me making love with a couple of other men, but I did not think it would ever happen, at least not in these circumstances being forced and taken by my own son. The man behind me released his grip, tilted me forward so I was almost in the doggy position, he slid at least two fingers up my fanny, and pushed deeply I let out a loud moan as he started slide his fingers nice and slowly in and out of my now eager cunt he stroked and caressed every nerve in my vaginal sheath as he expertly finger fucked me, 

"she's fucking soaking" he told my son "what a slut she's fucking loving it" 

Which I'm afraid was true; I was starting to enjoy being dominated and having my body being used by these men for their own personal gratification. He was also correct at his observation; I was now so wet that I could feel my juices running down the inside of my thighs. I felt my final strands of resistance crumble and I submitted totally to these two men and their growing lust. I sucked the length of my sons cock into my mouth, dragging my tongue along the underside and flicking it across its eye. His breathing was now quite slow and deep as I pleasured him, I lifted my eyes to look at him, his face was contorted with pleasure, and his eyes were closed. This turned me on even more; I had an itch in my fanny that I had not felt for a long time. I now had more freedom of movement so I cupped his balls in my hand they were heavy, maybe with cum I thought. I took each one into my mouth and run my tongue around them. Then I took his cock again into my mouth and slid along its length, I was so turned on now I was almost forcing him to face fuck me as I greedily gobbled on this wonderfully hard offering. 

The man behind me was slowly reaming my cunt, pushing in and out, twisting his fingers inside me. I felt him withdraw his fingers from me and I groaned in frustration and pushed my arse against him seeking to have him put them back in me. One of his hands was on the cheek of my arse slowly easing it open a little. I felt the end of his cock sliding between my slick cunt lips and brushing my clit as his other hand he guided his erection so teasingly slowly between the folds of my labia lips, along the length of my well-lubricated fanny then sliding down and nudge into my opening. It pushed slowly and easily past any defences I may have had left, I could feel it going deeper into me and I eased myself back onto it seeking his hardness and wanting it in me. He pushed the tip against my cervix and I felt his balls slap against my bottom I let out a long slow moan of pleasure it felt so good having a nice sized cock fucking me and sucking on my son's gorgeous cock at the same time was so good. 

I was now really gone and beyond caring I was enjoying this more than was decent. I lavished my best efforts on the cock in my mouth and accepted the one in my cunt with the greatest pleasure. I looked towards my husband, who had now ceased his struggle and was staring at us; unable to avert his eyes he sported a huge erection. What was going through his mind I wondered, he must be able to hear the bestial slobbering as I slutted myself on my sons cock sucking for all I was worth, also the squelching and slapping of flesh on flesh as I now participated in and willingly allowed myself to be fucked by this stranger, but I just could not stop myself, they had found and pushed some hidden button that freed me from convention and liberated my inner slut self. I'm sure many women must have that button somewhere and long to have it pushed. 

I then felt the men change position the other cock came into my mouth, as my sons slammed hard into me, 

"Take it you horny bitch, take your sons hard cock," Paul shouted as he drove into me. 

"Yes oh yes fuck me you bastard," 

I screamed as the wet dick slipped from mouth, 

"Please harder fuck me harder" 

I pleaded with him as I fucked back against his thrusts. I was now totally abandoned they were in total control of me and I was the more than willing object of their lust and desires. I felt the familiar tingles and shudders as an orgasm raced through me. I screamed with pleasure as wave after wave of that ultimate pleasurable feeling racked my body. I was roughly turned onto my back both men were now at my face each with their proud and muscular cocks in their hands, each one was fed into my mouth alternately, and I could taste my own love juice, as I tried with no success to get them both in at the same time. I felt my sons hot breath on my wet fanny and a tongue wiggled its way up to my clit, 

"god your such a slut, a dirty slut for your sons cock aren't you," Paul's friend whispered in my ear, 

I nodded eagerly unable to deny that at that point I was behaving like a slut,

"Yes" I mumbled 

As Paul sucked each lip into his mouth, kissed and nibbled gently, his tongue pushed into me lapping my juices and making more in the process, it then slipped to my love bud, which was sucked, licked and manipulated by this very able mouth. 

The other man was now lying on his back, with his erection poking up from his groin. I was swiftly manhandled across him until I was straddling his cock, he guided it towards my cunt and I pushed down onto it. I loved feeling it pushing deep inside me, thrusting and twitching as I willingly rode him, I was aware that I was moaning obscenities and breathing loudly and heard the squelching as I shoved my arse up and down on his cock. I opened my eyes, I was looking straight at my husband, he was staring at me open mouthed his cock was as stiff as I'd ever seen it. I had my back towards the man fucking me, my thighs spread obscenely wide I then realised that with my legs spread in this way my husband had an unrestricted view of my fanny, he could clearly see my cunt lips grabbing this cock as I impaled my self willingly onto it. 

The guy fucking me rubbed my clit and looked at my husband I felt my eyes roll as I tilted my head back in sheer pleasures at the sensations that were running up and down my body, my son stood up and forced his erection into my mouth. I instantly orgasamed again, this time with such feeling that my love juice squirted, I felt as though I had had a pee, but I hadn't. 

"She's a great fuck," Paul said to his father, "and a very willing one as well." He added. 

Paul's friend looked at my husband and said 

"Judging by you're stiff cock. You seem to be enjoying it as well seeing your wife fucked like this," 

After we had been in this position for a while, I was lifted and placed on the bed next to my husband, I felt the heat from his body, my head was pushed down onto my husband's dick, this was more familiar, I thought, and enjoyed the comfort it brought. I was pushed from my thoughts as a cock was slid into my sopping cunt I had no idea who it was at first, a slow and sensual fucking motion started, almost tenderly, gently pushing inside me seeking out the sensitive and responsive parts of me. I was made aware that my son was at my head, his cock gently rubbing my cheek, I took each one into my mouth in turn, my husbands and my sons cocks they both felt really good, especially as I was getting such terrific treatment at the other end I felt like a real whore now especially as I had my husband to play with as well, I now had three stiff dicks, and I were enjoying coping with all of them and loved Sucking, nibbling and accepting them into my mouth and cunt. 

I was turned about and now had my knees either side of my husbands head in a doggy position my cunt over my husband's mouth, without hesitation he started lick my clit. A cock pushed hard into me firmly sliding its length deep into me. Fuck, what a wonderful feeling such exquisite sensations I screamed with pleasure. Then the third cock not to be outdone fed its self into my mouth. I thought I was dead and gone to heaven. As my clit was treated to a good licking as I was being fucked, wonderful. I could feel that the speed of the cock in my cunt increase and after several deep pushes I felt him shoot his load inside me I felt it splash against my cervix and fill me up. 

I can't remember having so much cum pumped into me. I wiggled my arse and squeezed my inner muscles trying to milk the last drop I felt a firm slap across my arse cheeks. He pulled out and came to my mouth and pushed it in. 

"Can't leave with a messy cock," said Paul's friend 

As I greedily sucked hard on it, tasting his salty sperm mixed with my own sweet love juice. I was once more manhandled around, the sight that greeted me was a real turn on, my old mans face was covered in the mix of my lovers spunk and my love juice. It had run from my cunt as I had cleaned his cock and wiggled my arse. 

I was getting another good fucking at the business end as Paul fucked me, and I started to lick my husbands face clean, he was moaning with pleasure I glanced into the mirror and was astonished to see that Paul's friend who had just fucked me was now had my husband cock in his mouth. I'm not sure what he felt about it, but being tied he had no option but to endure it although he sounded happy enough. 

My wonderful son who was fucking me pulled out quickly and directed his come over my face and tits I tried to rub it in, but was forced down onto my husbands face. 

"Lick her tits and taste my spunk," Paul ordered 

And my old man duly obliged. I was then lifted and lowered onto my husband's stiff cock it felt really hard. It only took a couple of quick pushes down and I then felt a third cock explode inside me. It felt fucking marvellous.

We all collapsed into a heap, and lay their for several minutes, Paul's friend untied my husband, as my son returned from the refrigerator with some cold beers, 

"Was that ok" he said. 

I was dumbfounded and confused. 

"Fucking brilliant" replied my husband 

Who was now grinning at me. 

"Happy birthday darling. "I knew you would be to shy to admit you wanted your fantasy about your son to really happen." 

He grinned again and held my hand, 

"So I arranged this with Paul and his mate." "I hope you aren't angry, he added quickly." 

The huge smile on my face, my perspiration and sticky body answered his question. I gave him a big kiss. 

"How do I follow that for your birthday" I asked. 

"Just doing it again would be a perfect present for me" he answered, 

My smile got bigger. 

"The problem is," I started looking between my husband and my son, "is now that I have experienced Paul as a lover I am sure I will want him again." 

Paul looked at his father, who was smiling, 

"I see no problem with that I am sure he and I can work something out."

Paul grinned and looked at me. 

"My little submissive lover and slut," he said quietly, 

Then while looking at me but speaking to his father he added, 

"Our little submissive fuck toy eh Dad." 

They smiled at each other then laughed as they clasped hands and hugged each other, 

"Yea for sure that would be great, she will be so perfect for our personal fuck slut," replied my husband. 

My tummy lurched with excitement as I took on board their willingness to share and use me. I kissed my husband and my son whispering to them both 

"We will all have such fun my special men." 

I kissed Paul's friends, and went into the bath. As I soaked myself I felt really happy, I had been shagged half to death, with the blessing and involvement of my husband, and I had felt like a Queen having three men wanting me, and just taking me as they wanted regardless of my feelings, that was such a nice feeling. I thought about the arrangement that my husband and son had made between themselves, again without asking me how I felt about it god that excited me. I wondered how they planed to share me and I tried to imagine what it would be like having two lovers in the house, I smiled in anticipation.

As I soaked dreamily easing the slight throbbing in my well-used pussy I could hear the chatter and laughter drifting up from downstairs. I wonder what they were talking about or maybe even planning, perhaps more nights like tonight God I hope so I thought."



Surprise



She ran out of the car, as the first drops of rain started to pour. Her chest bounced as she ran to the train station to drop her kid off for a 30 day holiday with his dad. She heard a whistle and some comments behind her. She didn't even turn to look. "Men are such idiots sometimes" she muttered to herself. "Do they really think I'm so desperate that I'll take pleasure in being picked up from the street? And with my kid around?"

Ever since she had gotten divorced it was the same thing. Sometimes she felt she had a sign over her head saying: Need to get laid, haven't got a 'steady' man in my bed.

Sometimes it happened at work, or even at parent meetings where other women avoided her like the plague, pulling along their smiling husbands.

It's always been like this for Stella. Ever since she could remember, it was either a drunk uncle yelling obscenities at her, or an elderly grandpa trying to feel her thighs, or a fat horny taxi driver sticking out his tongue. Then she grew up and things got worse.

An acquaintance would tell her out of the blue he jerked off thinking of her—like she cared—or some guy she actually liked and was interested in, would tell her she had a raunchy dirty face and that she must give great head.

Or she would fall in love with prudes who would be shocked at the idea she'd want to touch herself while making love.

She was 36 now and in her prime. She had no false modesty or fears, she knew what she liked in bed and she didn't want to be an idiot like when she was younger. She didn't want to be groped and pity-fuck some guy or fuck with someone in exchange for a little bit of tenderness. She saw herself as a fine food or wine, she wanted to be savored, not devoured by an ignorant burger swallower.

It was hard though. After she hit 30, her body woke abruptly. Many nights she felt passion, tenderness and love in excess radiating from every pore of her body, and she had no one to give all that energy to.

The best years of my life, and they go to waste, she thought many times.

She had tried to sleep with some random guys but her heart wasn't into it. So the sex was bad. She'd laugh secretly at some guy calling her a slut while asking her if his tiny cock was hurting her.

I mean..seriously? she thought to herself.

Or another one squeezing her tits hard, neglecting the nipples and her clitoris, making little panting noises like a dog, completely oblivious that she was in the room—that it wasn't an apple pie he was riding.

Or that other one who made a face when he saw she wasn't shaved Brazilian style.

"Oh I'm sorry, does hair disgust you?" she laughed.

"Well a woman should take care of herself" he said, then checked her round ass and noted "you haven't been going to the gym lately, right?"

Stella sighed. No it wasn't easy to have GOOD satisfying sex. And she paid her dues. She had made pimply teenagers happy when she was in her teens, she had had her share of bad fucks, and now she wanted the real thing.

One afternoon she was reading an article about how women are self conscious about their pussy and she had an idea. She prepared a camera and put a towel on the bed. She spread her legs open and checked the view of the camera. Her face could not be seen. Good.

She zoomed in at her bush and put shaving foam all over it. It was cool and light and it had a good sensation. She took the bowl of lukewarm water close to her and started to shave closely each lip, uncovering the darker flesh underneath. She rinsed her razor many times and drops of water dripped down between her full lips and onto her clitoris. She was turned on.

Once she was done there was not a single hair on her pussy and her anus.

This is going to itch tomorrow, she thought to herself.

She then took the camera and switched it to "photo". She took pictures of her cunt swelling more and more, till it was as big as a fleshy rose. Her clitoris was huge and soft under her fingers and her juices had given a shine to the whole area. She got up and put the camera on the table, then bent over and opened her ass-cheeks. Then she started masturbating as close as possible to the lens. She took a single cigar case and started inserting it inside her, clicking like crazy, taking pictures. Then she took a magic marker and put it in her ass. She took so many pictures she lost count.

She stopped at some point and put them on her computer while she made herself comfortable on the bed. She was pleasantly surprised to see her pussy was beautiful. She was surprised she could actually tell the difference, but she had seen enough porn to have something to compare it with. And that was a good looking pussy.

She got hot doing this little indiscretion, and she thought she must get herself a dildo.

As she was masturbating at the sight of herself and the naughty little adventure she created, she saw movement from the window opposite her house.

"Can he see me?" she wondered and froze.

That's all I need now, some idiot thinking he can get fresh, just because I'm sexually active, she thought as she got up to draw the curtains.

She returned to bed but the mood was gone. She made herself a sandwich and made a CD of her pictures before deleting them from her computer and camera.

You never know, she thought to herself, and put the CD somewhere safe.

A week or so had passed and she was busy going out, dating, working and living her life as usual. One night she met this guy...or should she say boy, since he was in his early twenties?

He looked awfully young, but the way he came on to her was what moved her.

As they were sitting around the table chit chatting casually, his hand reached hers and he stroked it gently. His eyes didn't plunge at her bust line, they didn't linger at her lips. He was just...happy with a huge smile on his face, because he was holding her hand.

She felt her heart bouncing in her chest. That young girl she once was had never had that kind of treatment. She felt torn. He looked so young...

All night their eyes would meet and lock, but she wouldn't take the plunge.

This was wrong. People were staring.

She looked young for her age, she looked 25 at most, but so did he unfortunately, he looked 17.

She couldn't decide what to do, so she just enjoyed the butterflies in her stomach and the giggles he was bringing to her.

He drove her home and as she was ready to exit, he reached and kissed her softly on the lips. She felt she would faint. All the bottled-up passion and sensuality she had put on the back burner had come forth with the sensation of his wet tongue on her lips. She turned, moaning, and allowed him to kiss her deeply.

Three hours later, they were still kissing, in his car. They had parked outside her house and they did that for the next 10 days. She never once asked him in, she was enjoying this pace too much.

The sucking of fingers, the squeezing of his cock on top of his jeans, the awkward licking of her nipple...

On day ten, she asked him to come in.

She opened the door as they kissed and came into her apartment.

He immediately took his shirt off and she was immediately attracted to his wide shoulders that gave him a manlier look. His stomach and chest had hair and she was amazed at herself, watching her hands rubbing him and touching him with a frenzy as she sat on the bed, meaning to take her boots off.

He kneeled down and before she could do or say a thing, he lifted her skirt, pulled her panties to the side and inserted his tongue between the swollen lubricated lips. She had a moment of dizziness.

She could see his head between her legs and his hand reaching out for his cock. Not to rub it, but to squeeze it hard enough to stop the orgasm that was coming over him.

She opened her legs a little bit, allowing him to go a bit further down, but it still wasn't good enough so he pushed her shoulders while he pulled her by the waist to the edge of the bed. Half her ass was hanging out, and she was still fully dressed. She whispered "hold on," and lifted her legs up (thank God for years of ballet lessons) while she started peeling off her panties.

The sight under his eyes almost gave him a heart attack. She had her ankles next to her face, legs straight and this beautiful round bottom was open and exposed, while her pussy was trapped between the flesh of her thighs, looking at him with impertinence.

He thrust his mouth to the inviting island in the middle of the pool to restrain himself from putting his cock as deep as possible inside of her. She smelled so good, and her taste was slightly sour.

He licked her and she started moaning from pleasure.

His tongue was hard and fast and she felt waves of pleasure coming and coming. She was never a fan of sucking dicks but in this guys case she felt differently. She had never felt that horny, and now that she did, she wanted to suck him, she wanted him to take her, degrade her by coming on her face and mouth.

She felt a twinge of panic at her own thoughts.

She reached out and grabbed him by the hair.

"Fuck me" she pleaded.

He didn't need an extra invitation, he quickly put on a rubber and inserted his cock inside of her. He was wide and big and she hadn't felt that sensation of fullness in a while, so when he got inside her she started coming.

He heard her scream while she threw her head back. He tried to hold on but at the crucial moment she opened her eyes and looked at him. That was enough to send him to heaven and he felt his cock shooting far and strong in the rubber prison it was in.

She lay there, eyes semi-closed, in a state of nirvana and bliss. It had been so long, and this was perfect. She was infatuated with that guy, he was cute and sweet and the kind of guy she would have dated in her twenties. He was patient and giving in bed, and very sensual.

It was just perfect.

She got up and finished undressing while he went to the bathroom to clean up.

She got under the covers, switched on the tv, expecting him to find an excuse to leave.

Instead he climbed into bed with her and pretended to watch the movie.

His cock was still hard and stiff.

Ah! being twenty, she thought...I remember now, how could I have forgotten?

Her mind drifted to her past lovers, the all-nighters, how much in love they were, how youth is wasted on the young really.

She could appreciate it now, now that most of her encounters were dull, unimaginative and short. Not that all her lovers were good, but being in love helps.

It seemed to her that her youth had disappeared in a blink of an eye. Eight years ago she was still in her late twenties. Then she had a child, a divorce, and suddenly she was over the hill.

When exactly did that happened? she thought with a sigh.

She looked at his jaw line, the full lips, the beautiful gorgeous face and wished she could tell him that his best days are now...but he would find out soon enough, like she did.

This one is a keeper, she thought, if I was his age.

She didn't have time to finish her thoughts as the young man, too anxious to wait for her to make the next move, climbed on top of her while shoving his tongue in her mouth.

"God you are so fucking hot," he moaned. His breathing was irregular and heavy, his manhood was a spear searching frantically for an opening between her legs.

She felt a gulp of lubrication falling down.

She immediately opened her legs.

His cock was so hard it couldn't get in, it would bend.

She reached down to help, but as she grabbed the warm flesh in her hand she felt torn. She wanted him in her, but she also wanted to suck him. She wished he had two cocks for a split second.

She didn't spend much time debating with herself, she saw the expression on his face as her fleshy hand enveloped him. She pulled him gently up by the cock as she was lowering herself and licked his balls. She helped him sit on her face, and she started licking his balls and teasing his asshole with the tip of her tongue. He smelled of cleanliness and soap. His asshole was soft and surprisingly hairless. She sensed him tensing and she shushed him while gently stroking his shaft up and down. Soon he was putty in her hands.

She turned and put him underneath her. She pushed the back of his thighs and started licking his ass, balls, and shaft. She would then put the whole length in her mouth, as deep as possible, while her tongue would stay at the head and go back and forth and in circles as fast as possible. Her lips would cover her teeth and apply pressure just at the end of the head. Up and down then out of her mouth, then she'd slide down, go to his balls, lick them and suck on them gently, then roam his asshole and then the same again.

Little drops of precum had filled her mouth so she lifted herself and spat. The saliva started dropping slowly from her mouth and he guided his cock in position to receive it. This was turning him on incredibly. This beautiful woman—not a girl—with her full breasts in plain view, her tiny waist and her round bottom was giving him pleasures in ways he couldn't imagine.

He wanted to explode in her face but he didn't dare ask.

He didn't want to do anything to ruin the mood. Besides, he didn't think he could utter a word.

She then asked him to close his eyes. He obeyed. She took his hand and guided it to his cock.

"Keep it busy, I'll be right back" she said.

He felt her leaving the bed, then coming back real fast.

He heard a metallic noise and then her weight on the bed, followed by the warmth and wetness of her mouth.

She then stopped and asked him to open his eyes.

He didn't understand at first. Nothing was different. She still had her black bra around her waist, her unbuttoned shirt on. She looked to her right, towards the television.

The sight made him ejaculate a bit in her mouth.

She wasn't sure if he would enjoy it or be indifferent about it, but seeing his reaction to the sight of her pussy pictures gave her tremendous pleasure.

She started sucking again on that dick, milking it with passion. She grabbed his numb hand and guided it to her clitoris that had grown so big it almost touched the covers. She knelt before him, legs spread open, his dick in her mouth and his hand on her clit.

He started playing frantically with it, applying pressure and doing long wide circles, massaging clit and labia together. As the pictures on the screen changed, revealing the stages of a an orgasmic pussy, he felt her finger inserting itself in his rear end, gently, smoothly. He didn't have the courage to speak, the sucking of his dick was out of this world and the pressure on his rear intensified that feeling.

He was trying hard not to come in her mouth, and as if she sensed it, she put more fervor in her actions.

She lifted her head up. Her lips were swollen, bruised by the friction, and she whispered

"Baby, I really need to taste you."

She didn't have time to say more, he felt himself losing control.

Stella realizing she would miss it, covered the little geyser with her mouth and making noises of pleasure as she applied pressure to his rear.

His mind went blank, he felt his heart stopping, as the pleasure was coming from two different areas, two different sensations, fucking her head and getting fucked.

She hesitated for a second deciding what to do with his load, opting to swallow it. He let out a groan and pinched her clitoris, which made her come with open mouth, uncovering part of his semen on her tongue and teeth while covering his hand with her juices.

They laid there, breathless for a moment.

First she got up to clean up.

She was hungry. She never felt better. She felt desired and sexy and fulfilled. Boy, was she full and filled.

He stood there, unable to move, watching her long hair reaching the middle of her back. He still wanted to fuck her hard but his body didn't obey him. He drifted off to sleep.

He had a medley of dreams, ass, nipple, cock sucking, and he woke up seeing her face. God she was beautiful. He looked at her body. Voluptuous feminine curves, non athletic body, soft skin and sexy gracious movements. He looked down. Her nipples were not too dark, not too small, and when he touched them they would react instantly by pointing upwards, retracting the soft areola.

His cock was semi-hard but what was really turning him on was her face. She was so beautiful, and she didn't even seem to know it. She thought men just wanted to shove it anywhere, she didn't take credit for that face of hers that was inspiring some to masturbate and others to write poems about it.

And she was here, with him. Giving herself to him, giving him head!

The memory of that head made him moan a bit. He reached out and started kissing her gently.

Stella woke up to the feeling of him sliding inside of her.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "You looked so beautiful."

She responded immediately to his kiss and his manhood inside of her with waves of juices rolling down his shaft.

Does he have a condom on? she wondered. Part of her prayed he didn't and he could feel her, but part of her panicked. At this day and age it's not wise to risk everything like this.

"Do you wear protection?" she asked.

He paused.

Fear gotten hold of her. She was a mother, she had to be responsible.

"Look..." he said. "I know you are OK, since you got tested and showed me the results, ok?"

"Ok," she nodded.

"And you don't have to fear me... trust me."

"Did you get tested?" she asked. She trusted him but she couldn't trust her judgment.

He was still inside of her and she wanted him to pound her hard, it was hard to have a conversation with a non clear head. It took her all her strength not to throw caution to the wind and tell him to shut up and fuck her.

"I'm clean..cause...you are my first."

Pow!

She felt as if a bullet exploded in her head.

She had mixed emotions about this. The responsibility, why he was actually there (to get laid, not to get laid with her), and she was amazed at how good he really was.

"Look, I had opportunities but I never took advantage of them, the girls my age always seemed immature in... in comparison..."

He continued. "When I got to meet you, I couldn't believe it, I've had this crush on you forever."

He was inside of her and wasn't moving now.

She was receiving these waves of information, trying her best to let them sink in.

But at his declaration of love, her heart started pounding fast in her chest and she thought everyone in the room could hear it.

"I live on the other side of the block, but my bathroom window looks directly down into your bedroom," he continued.

Her jaw dropped. He had started to move now, becoming as big as he'd ever been.

"I started watching you when you slept or got undressed, like every horny guy would do, and played with myself, but as days and months passed, I got to know you," he said. I know, for instance, that you hate it when people wake you in the morning and you get cranky for the whole day and I know you cry when you see reruns of Little House on the Prarie, and I know you are as beautiful inside as you are outside..."

She kissed him passionately.

This guy had seen her at her worst, in her bathrobe, when she was crying or yelling at her kid to do his homework, or even when she was picking her nose... and he wanted HER, to be with her and be inside of her. She felt in love. Suddenly, the thought of him watching her shave and take pictures of herself hit her. Her vagina walls retracted on his cock at the thought.

She felt about to orgasm.

"I need you to come inside of me now!" she moaned and looked at him straight in the eyes while grabbing him by the love handles of his waist, pulling him inside with force, covering every possible inch of her pussy with him.

She felt him tense, then waves rolling out of his cock, pressuring rhythmically her walls, and hitting her womb with sticky hot sperm. God that sperm, how she wanted it, to taste it, eat it, have it spread all over her.




Surprise



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Surprise



I had not seen her since my divorce 4 years earlier, but she was still my step daughter, although now 23, and educated, and still very beautiful. Her mother's mother had passed away and I was enlisted to help my ex-wife dispose of the contents of the home. Having come up from Florida, I had spent the day with the ex, doing an inventory of the contents and what course of action would be best. We had gone out for dinner and she was still very upset, understandably, and asked if she could excuse herself to make it an early evening. Of course I had no objections, we were still good friends. Once she departed, I wandered into the adjoining bar and sat down in a corner to have a drink, unwind, and contemplate the next day. As I sat there, nursing a drink, my step daughter came over to me. I was quite surprised. She leaned over to give me a fatherly kiss on the cheek. "How did you know I was here?" I asked.

"I just spoke to mom and she told me where she left you." 

"Well, how the hell are you, I haven't seen you for a few years?"

"I'm good, and I'm so glad to see you."

"Well you've certainly grown up. You are one beautiful woman now."

"Yes, I guess I was a little bitchy the last time we saw each other after the divorce."

"Well, I can't say that I blamed you. I know it upset you." 

"You were always so good to me and I loved you for it."

We went on appreciating each others presence for the next half hour or so, and had a few drinks. At this point she had tilted her chair back against the wall, and was displaying a lot of herself. With her silk blouse obviously having several buttons undone, showing her tantalizing cleavage. I knew she had nice tits. While we all lived in Arizona, she would often come home from school, don her clothes, and get into the pool. On several occasions, I would come home and see her on the raft sunbathing without her bikini top on. She had an awesome body then. I could only imagine what it looked like now. She had on a leather mini skirt with matching high heels that was riding up her thighs as we chatted. As I leaned on the table with both elbows holding up my head in my hands, listening to her, I couldn't help but notice the darkness between her legs. I was trying to determine if she had black panties on. Of course with the subdued lighting I couldn't tell anyhow. She caught me staring. 

"So, you're trying to see if I have any panties on, right?"

"No, no, I was just gazing off into space" I stammered.

"No you weren't. You're trying to see my pussy, admit it."

"Well, do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Have any panties on?"

"See for yourself." as she raised her skirt up to her waist. No, she didn't have any on and she had a lovely dark bush, trimmed neatly on both sides to a beautiful "V" shape. Oh -- Oh, I was in big trouble. 

"You always wanted to see my pussy, didn't you?"

"Yes I did. You were always a beautiful young woman, and now, even more so."

"Wouldn't you like to feel it."

"C'mon, you must be kidding."

"I don't think so" as she brought the chair all the way down to the floor, and reached over for my hand and placed it on her pussy.

"Mom told me that you were the best pussy eater she had ever had. And you loved a hairy pussy. I want you to eat me."

"What are you talking about. . . Your Mom told you that?"

"Yeah, and she also said, that you are a really good fuck, let's go."

She reached in her purse, took out money, left it on the table, stood up, took my hand and we left the bar.

"Where are we going?" 

"To your hotel room. I know where it is."

As we drove the short distance to the hotel, my conscience was eating at me. How could I be here, in this moment with my ex-stepdaughter, contemplating having ribald sex with her. Earlier, I had envisioned having great sex with my ex-wife, but that was not to be. Without any conversation, she pulled into the parking lot, and we strode into the lobby of the Hampton Inn, walked to the elevator, and before I knew it, we were in my room. As I turned around to close and lock the door, I could hear the rustling of her clothes. When I turned back, she was standing in the puddle of her skirt, kicking off her heels, and was unbuttoning her blouse. I went over to her to help. She was on her tiptoes, took both hands and held my face in her hands and kissed me with a fierce passion. I kissed her back as our tongues explored each others mouth. I had reached under the blouse to unhook her bra. As the cups fell aside I felt the firmness of her tits against my chest. They were decidedly bigger and firmer than I remembered them. As we broke this first passionate kiss, both of us trying to catch our breath, she said, 

"I've been waiting for you for all those years." And she kissed me again. 

This kiss was as deep, hot, loving, and passionate as any kiss I've ever had. I slipped the blouse off of her shoulders, the bra falling to the floor with it, broke the kiss, stood back, and said, "Let me look at you."

I took a few steps back to look at her. She was exquisite. Her huge pile of golden locks falling around her shoulders as she took out the clips holding her hair up. She had a body that grown men would die for. Shit, I was a grown man, and I couldn't get enough of her into my photographic mind. I mean, here standing before me was a 23 year old goddess, long flowing hair, sculptured shoulders, really firm 34 tits perfectly formed, a pinkish areola, with absolutely dark suckable nipples, a trim waist that I could probably get both hands around, a perfectly flat belly, a magnificent mound of dark hair on her pussy, with luscious lips protruding gently, slim hips tapering down to gorgeous athletic legs. This picture would be in the memory banks forever. I stood there mesmerized. She was cradling her tits in each hand, massaging them, tweaking them, watching my every reaction. I couldn't say a thing. She looked me in the eyes, and said, "I guess you like what you see, huh?" 

I couldn't utter a sound. She came over to me lifted my shirt up and over my head. I started to unbutton my jeans, pull the zipper down, and she grabbed the waist and pulled them down to my ankles. My black jockey briefs were next, and then she got her first look at my hard cock. "Ooohh, nice. But first, I want you to eat me."

She backed up to the bed, sat down, moved herself back a little, and spread her legs a wide as she could saying, "C'mon, eat this hairy pussy." 

I stepped out of the pile of clothes, knelt down between her legs and inhaled her aroma. She smelled like lilacs in the springtime. I lowered my head to her pussy, and nuzzled her wispy hair with my nose and chin, all the while licking my way around and savoring her taste. She had bent her legs with her feet firmly planted on the edge of the bed, and said, "Oh please, eat my pussy now." 

I licked her outer lips, used both hands to massage her tummy, and moving up to her tits as my tongue found her hole and stuck it in. "Oh yes, more, more." I put my hands on her cunt lips and spread them open. I swirled my tongue around her pussy, sucked her cunt lips gently into my mouth and stuck my tongue in as deep as I could and moved it around. Finding her now engorged clit I sucked at it gently and swirled my tongue around it and flicked it with my tongue. I had maneuvered my one hand between us and had slipped one finger into her cunt. I must have been at this for a good 10 minutes. Her scent was like an addiction to my senses. She became so wet that I could only drink up so much and be able to continue to pleasure her. She had placed both hands on my head and was keeping me on her pussy as she thrust up in her lust to urge me on. I became a little more forceful with the lust raging in me as well, and was gorging on the feast of her pussy and cunt and moving my finger in and out of her like a small cock. She tasted like the sweetest nectar of honey, the tartness of an orange, and the scent of a floral bouquet. She was gasping in short breaths, and murmuring, "Oh shit, oh yes, don't stop, I'm cumming, oh yes, eat me, oh, here it comes."

She was writhing and thrusting her pussy up at me, and shaking her head from side to side. Her orgasm exploded. Her pussy was pulsating and gushing wetness. I shoved my finger as deep as I could and continued to suck on her cunt lips. As her orgasm reached its' peak, her whole body shuttered and then relaxed with her legs just dangling over the edge of the bed. Her eyes were closed and as her breathing slowly came back to normal, I scooted up to kiss her. 

She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed me and then whispered, "I've never cum like that, ever."

I kissed her again. She said, "Oh my God, I can't wait until we fuck." 

I kissed her everywhere I could find skin. My face was still soaking wet from her juices and as I continued to lavish kisses on her, transferring her juices from my face to hers she sucked on my lower lip and then the upper one, and whispered "Oh yes, my juices taste good." I bent my head lower to again suck on those delicious nipples as I massaged, fondled and manhandled each of her tits and she just whimpered "yeah, suck those babies, yeah, oooh, aaah, harder." I got the message that this young nubile goddess wanted it all and she wanted it hard and continuous. I was sucking each nipple in turn, with as much force as I dare and was filling my mouth with as much tit flesh as I could possibly get in. 

She held the sides of my head and whimpered, "Oh my God, I love it—suck'em baby, keep sucking!" I had to come up for air, and catch my breath. 

With a huge inhalation, while squeezing and massaging her tits, I said, "God, they're so fucking delicious, just like your pussy." 

"Could you please fuck my hot pussy right now?" she stammered.

I scooted back down, standing up, and bending over from my feet now on the floor, looked down on her. What a picture! Her legs were spread open and her wet pussy was being parted by her own hands. She was running one of her fingers between her lips, and then grabbed both lips, spread them wide open, and inserted one finger deep into her cunt up to her knuckle. As I gazed at this awesome pink, glistening wet cunt, she removed her finger and said, "Shove your hard cock in this hole baby, please, I need to fuck."

I grabbed both of her ass cheeks, dragged her down to the edge of the bed, raised her legs to my shoulders, positioned my cock with one hand to her cunt, slipped just the head a little into her, and she yelled, "Now, damn it, fuck me!" I rammed my whole cock into her waiting cunt. 

"Yes, yes" she yelled, "shove that fucker in my cunt, hard!, fuck me, yeah, fuck me!

I withdrew my cock and immediately shoved it back in as hard as I could. I started a slow rhythm and was really pounding deep into her. I could feel my balls slapping against her ass with each stroke. I was concentrating on pounding her hard so I wouldn't cum as quickly. Each stroke into her was as glorious as any sex I had ever had. Even her hot mother, my ex-wife didn't feel this good. Her cunt was so smooth, and her heat could be felt on my entire shaft, and she was so wet that I was sure it could never get any better than this. As I continued to measure each stroke, I looked down and watched my cock slam into her hairy cunt and each time her tits would jiggle, and her ass cheeks would contract in a coordinated dance of clenching my cock with her cunt muscles, I knew this wasn't going to last much longer. I also knew, that this scene was indelibly etched into my memory banks forever. 

No sooner than that thought crossed my mind, she whimpered, "Oh God, you're making me fucking crazy. I'm cuummming, oh God, I'm cummming", she stretched out the last word into about 12 syllables. With one last hard shove, I buried my cock into her up to my balls and spewed two tremendous shots of my own seed into her mixing with her own fiery orgasm. I looked up at her and I thought she had passed out. Her face was beet red, her breathing was gasping for air, her stomach was convulsing, her eyes were closed and her arms lay limp at her sides. As I caught my own breath, and sucked in air, I stammered, "Are you okay babe?" She didn't move or respond. I had to lie down. I withdrew my now softening cock from her drenched pussy, felt the wetness of us both, and pulled her legs off of my shoulders. I moved with a tiring effort to lay beside her. As I collapsed next to her, her hand rode up my leg to hold onto my now deflated, wet cock. No words were needed. After 7-8 minutes, my breathing had returned to approximately normal, and I turned to face her, and kissed her lightly on her cheek. She groaned. We were both satiated. Rest was in order. We must have lain like that for about 30 minutes. Only our normal breathing could be heard. She whispered "My god, I've never ........". Her words trailed off into nothingness. I rallied my thoughts to a human response and said, "What did you say babe?"

Taking a deep breath she said in a less than normal voice, " I've never been fucked so good, ever. Do you know how many times you made me cum?"

"I thought it was pretty awesome myself." 

"Awesome?, that's an understatement. You have ruined me."

"Ruined you, how so?" I queried.

"No one will ever be able to satisfy me like that." She said very emphatically.

"Of course they will, it's just some men are better than others you know?"

"Yeah, and we only fucked in one position"

I knew this wasn't likely to happen again and as I was thinking about that she said,

"Would you like some pictures to remind you of our time together?"

"Sure," I said, "but how?"

She rolled over on her side, reached over the side of the bed, retrieved her purse, dug in and came out with a digital camera, held it up and said, "Here's how"

I was really shocked, and couldn't muster up an appropriate response. "You know how to operate this don't you?" she queried.

"Of course" I responded.

So I took the camera from her, examined it to see if indeed I knew how to operate it, and said, "OK, now what?"

She had raised herself up on her elbows and said, "How do you want me?"

Trying to be cute, I said, "Anyway I can!" 

She giggled and said, "OK, you take them, I'll pose and tell me what to do."

I'm not a photographer, so I didn't know where to begin. Thankfully it was similar to my own digital camera so there was no problem. She laid on her side, with one leg at an angle, hiding her pussy, with her one arm draped over her luscious ass, and her magnificent tit leaning towards the bed from the weight. Click. Then she rolled onto her back, with her legs together, with her perfectly trimmed hairy pussy, both hands behind her tangled golden hair, and her tits proudly almost standing up, reclining with a lascivious smile on her face. Click. Then she raised both legs, grabbed on to her ankles, spread her legs, her pink wet cunt lips glistening from her wetness. Click. Lowering her legs down to the bed, she spread them wide, and with both hands, spread her cunt lips. Click. Then she got up and kneeled on the bed with her glorious tits, both hands in her crotch, looked up at me, licked her lips. Click All the while, my limp cock was dangling down and now showing new signs of life. 

She noticed this and said, "Oh goody, I must be exciting you again, it's getting hard." 

With that comment, she turned around on the bed, with her ass up in the air, head down on the bed, and reached around under her and with both hands, spread her ass cheeks and said, "How'd you like to stick that hard cock in here?"

I didn't need any more encouragement. I tossed the camera on the bed, reached out to her tiny waist, dragged her to the edge of the bed positioning her with her legs spread as far as she could, reached with one hand to her pussy, which was dripping wet and slathered my hard cock with her juices. I teased her little pink rosebud and got it a little wet, and she screamed, "C'mon shove that fucker in "

With one slow motion, I gently put my cock in a little at a time, thinking that this was virgin territory. Boy, was I wrong! She twisted herself in some fashion, grabbed my thighs to bring me forward and rammed her ass back to impale me in her ass. I slid in with no resistance. This was obviously not new to her. I started to pump gently and slowly and she yelled, "No, No, shove it in harder and faster, C'mon fuck my ass!"

I held on to her hips and began pumping her with deliberate hard strokes. What an unbelievable feeling! Five, six, strokes and she began yelling, "Yes, yes, fuck, yes, oh yes, I'm cumming." That was all it took for me to slam into her, and explode into her. 

"Oh shit, I love to fuck!" she yelled, as she rammed her ass back on me. I was panting and gulping for air, as the sweat poured down me. I stopped in that position trying to calm down holding her hips to keep her still. My legs were shaking and my breathing was labored and I leaned over her resting my head on the small of her back. In a few minutes, her legs gave out from her position, and she collapsed on the bed, face down with me on her back. We stayed that way for what seemed like an hour. As we both stopped shaking and regained a sense of calmness, I slid off of her back and slithered down to the foot of the bed on the floor with my head resting on the edge of the bed. I have no idea how much time had passed, but the next thing I knew she had grabbed my hand, standing up above me, and was saying that we need to shower. 

The hot water felt good. As I stood there with the water beating down on us, with both hands against the wall over my head, she reached down to fondle my very limp cock and soaped me up. I let her play for a few moments. It wasn't about to react. When it was my turn, I soaped her up with both hands roaming all over her tits, tweaking her nipples, washing her hairy pussy, making sure I didn't get any soap in her slit (I know that burns) then running my soapy hands between her cheeks and gave careful attention to her rosebud, slid down her legs, and back up in a massaging movement. 

We toweled each other off, and headed to the bed. I turned the covers down, and we slid in between the crisp white sheets. I was spooned up against her, cupping her tit, and dropped off to a blissful sleep. When I awoke about 6:15, with the sun streaming into the room, I looked for her, and she was gone. 

The next day, returning to my hotel room after the days activities with my ex, I opened the door to my room, and there on the floor was an envelope. I reached down, picked it up and read on the face of the envelope, "Now, you'll never forget" Upon opening the envelope were the pictures I had taken. 



Surprise!



The following is absolutely true. Hope you like it... 

I was out mowing the lawn one very hot summer day. I was wearing tennis shoes, cut-off shorts and a tee shirt. The temperature was over 90 degrees, and the sweat made what little I was wearing cling to my body. As I was finishing up, I saw my girlfriend, Linda, watching me from the kitchen window. She was also talking to someone on the phone, and had a very horny look on her face. I just smiled, and waved. I continued mowing around the back of the house, by the garage. I always finished up there. 

When I took the mower into the garage, Linda met me there. "You have a secret admirer in the neighborhood," she informed me. Her eyes were sparkling like they always do whenever we are going to have kinky sex. My mind raced through all the faces I could think of from our neighborhood. None really fit the mold, as far as I could tell. 

"Who is it," I asked. I was dying to know, but she wouldn't tell me. She just kept smiling, and told me to get a shower. I certainly needed one, so I grabbed some clean clothes and headed to the basement shower. 

When I got out, I found that my clothes were gone. I thought that was odd, but I didn't think too much of it. I wrapped a towel around myself, and headed upstairs to get dressed. 

On the way past the door to the garage, Linda kind of sprung out and grabbed me by the arm. She was naked, and obviously very horny. "Come here, I have a surprise for you," she said as she lead me into the garage. She dropped the towel off me, and stroked my dick as she led me into the garage. 

When I got in the garage, I found that the car was gone, and a lawn chair was sitting facing the automatic door, about 3 feet from it. Next to the chair was a cardboard box. She led me over to the chair, and sat me in it. Linda was kissing me passionately, and stroking my cock and balls. 

She stopped, and said, "Want to play with me?" She reached into the box, and brought out a black scarf. She teased my dick with it, and then wrapped it around my head, blindfolding me. After she tied it, she went back to the box, and the next thing I knew, she was duct taping my wrists to the armrests of the chair. I couldn't move or see. I was liking this game! 

She finally kneeled down in front of me and sucked my dick into her mouth. I was loving it. She would suck me, and then stop, with a slurping sound. "You like getting your cock sucked, baby," she asked me. 

"Yes, very much," I told her. I was desperate to get my dick back into her mouth. 

She blew me like that for a few minutes, and then she stopped altogether, and asked, "Are you ready for the surprise?" Hell, I thought this WAS the surprise. 

When I said yes, she pressed the button, and the garage door opened. Suddenly, I could feel the sun on my naked skin. Then I heard her walk away! 

I was kind of alarmed, as one could imagine, but alarm turned to fear quickly; I heard footsteps approaching. There I was, naked, blindfolded, strapped to a chair in broad daylight, and with a raging hardon! Who could it be? My mind raced with fear. Was it a neighbor, a friend or family member visiting, a cop for crying out loud? I managed to stutter, "W-Who's t-there?" but I got no answer. Whoever it was was enjoying my predicament. 

Suddenly, and thankfully, whoever it was dropped down and engulfed my cock into their mouth. I relaxed; this was a good cocksucker. I had never had anyone suck my dick so hard. I didn't know who it was, but I really enjoyed it. All the way down to my balls, then up to the top, sucking hard all the way. 

It didn't take much of this kind of blowjob before I was ready to cum. When I started to moan, I heard Linda's footsteps again, and when she pulled off the blindfold, I looked down, and found out I was cumming in a GUY's mouth. I'd never been with a guy, and the shock of it made me cum even harder. He kept sucking my dick, and swallowed all of it. He was thoroughly enjoying it, too. 

When I could think again, I realized it was an old friend of Linda's, named Jimmy, who is gay. The two of them laughed, and made jokes about what had happened, but they didn't cut me loose from the chair. While they were comparing notes on how my cum tasted and stuff, my dick got soft. 

In a few minutes, Jimmy finally stood up. All he was wearing was a pair of shorts. In those shorts was a huge tent, caused by his dick being so hard. Linda caught me looking at it. 

"I saw you looking at his crotch," she said. With that she went over and put her arm around him, and grabbed his dick through the shorts. She massaged it, and asked, "Do you like what you see?" I didn't answer, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of his crotch, especially since she was squeezing, and stroking it. 

My lack of a response only made her bolder. "Do you want to see it?" she asked. Again I didn't respond, so she carefully undid the button, and pulled down his zipper. 

I didn't answer, but I noticed a stirring in my balls. My dick was trying to get hard! She got a very kinky look in her eyes and said, "Here, I'll show it to you," with that she turned him sideways to me, and dropped the shorts to the floor. When she did that, I saw another man's hardon for the first time. It sprung straight out, and bobbed for a second. I had to admit to myself, it looked good. It was about 8 inches long, and stood perfectly straight out from his body. She grabbed it with one hand and stroked it. "You like the way it looks?" Linda asked. I wanted to say yes, but I was just speechless. 

She got on her knees, and sucked him into her mouth. I couldn't believe it. I was watching my girlfriend take another mans' cock into her mouth. I also couldn't believe that instead of being mad, I was turned on. When she made eye contact with me, and her mouth was filled with cock, I started to get hard again. 

She took the dick out of her mouth, looked at me, and said, "I'll cut you loose of that chair if you want to finish sucking him off". This time I didn't have to answer; my dick suddenly got rock hard. Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to have that cock in my mouth. They both laughed at me, and she pulled out a pair of scissors from the box, and cut me loose. "Now suck him for me. I want to watch" she said. 

We switched places. She sat in the chair with one leg over the armrest, so she could masturbate. I dropped to my knees in front of Jimmy, and took a good look at a stiff cock for the first time in my life. 

I was so excited I was trembling. This big hard cock was beautiful up close like that. I reached out and held it in my hand, and felt the weight of it. Then I licked the precum off the tip. It tasted good. So smooth on my lips. I decided to just go for it. I opened my mouth and got his dick as far in as I could. I closed my lips around it and sucked as I drew back. I was surprised that it felt so good in my mouth. 

Linda was rubbing her pussy and moaning. Then I remembered how erotic it was when she looked at me with a mouthful of cock, so I looked over and made eye contact. She must have found it exciting as well, because she started to cum. "Oh, suck his cock for me, baby," she gasped. I kept going, bobbing my head up and down on his dick. When Jimmy Grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth, she said "Suck that dick like a bitch for me". I felt really excited by all this. I was sucking him like a bitch, and it felt good. 

Soon I felt Jimmy's legs tighten up, and his cock swelled up in my mouth. I knew he was going to cum soon, and so did Linda. "Cum on his face," she begged. She was obviously into this, as she was cumming nonstop now. When he was ready to cum, he pulled out, and stroked his dick a couple of times. A large wad of cum suddenly hit me on the bridge of the nose, and my cheek. "YES," she cried. I decided I wanted to see what it was like to have a guy cum in my mouth, so I sucked him back in. He shot 3 more times, as I sucked him as hard as I could. I swallowed all of it, and kept sucking, until he pulled out, and slapped my lips with his dick. I felt like such a slut!

They were both exhausted. Jimmy sat down on the floor. "I can't believe you never sucked a dick before. That was great," he told me. When Linda could walk again, she came over, and scooped up the cum on my face with her finger, and fed it to me seductively. 

By now, I was hard as hell, so I grabbed Linda and put her back in the chair, and started to fuck her. She came almost instantly, but I just kept fucking her. While we fucked, Jimmy put his shorts back on, and he left. 

But he would be back later...



Surprise!



She came home early, to get everything prepared. All his favorite foods were made and waiting, the house was clean, the table set just so. Her grandmother's candlesticks stood on the table, just to add that little bit of ambiance.

A little bit of time before he got home. Just enough time to get ready.

She went upstairs into the bathroom and fixed her hair, curling it just a little, to give it some shape. He liked it loose, falling down her back, so she didn't bother to do more than curl it and run a brush through it. Next, a little bit of makeup, just to accent her god-given gifts. He doesn't like women who wear a lot of makeup, and that's perfectly fine with her.

After that: clothes. Something special. Or maybe, something she has but hasn't worn in a long time, but knows he likes. Hopefully it still fits. There it is, tucked away in the back of her closet. Oo, didn't realize it was that small. Was she ever really that size? Well, here goes nothing...

Oh, my. A little tight. Must have put on a few pounds since she wore it last. But, the mirror says it still looks good. Maybe even a little better than before. The stretchy fabric definitely hugs her in all the right places. She looks curvier than she recalls being in this dress. And the skirt at mid-thigh... Did she ever really have the nerve to wear this in public? Oh well, tonight nobody else will see.

Shoes. Hmmm... Not those... not those... definitely not those... Ah yes, there they are. Perfect. Heel a comfortable height, but still high enough to be special. 

Well, what does the mirror say? My oh my. Well, if she was the type, she'd certainly want to go out with herself. He should like this a lot.

Back downstairs, and wait. Should she get something to read to pass the time? No, it would be better if it looked like she was waiting just for him.

Finally. Seemed like hours. Need to get the candles lit before he gets in the house so she can meet him at the door.

Oops, the door handle is turning. Light, candle, light! There! Dash over to the door before he's completely in the house.

Oh, poor boy! Looks like a rough day at work. He looks the wrong direction at first but then his eyes light on the candles on the table. He starts to speak but she holds a finger to his lips to silence any questions. She reaches up and straightens his tie and coat, then stretches up to kiss him gently on the lips.

This is the first he's really gotten a look at her since he got home. His eyes sparkle at the sight. A smile she hasn't seen in a long time brightens his previously drawn and weary face. He holds her at arms' length to get a better look, even steps back a little. His eyes devour every curve the clinging dress accentuates. She gives a slow little runway turn so he can appreciate the complete package. And appreciate he does. He definitely isn't tired any more! Promises are being made, and she can tell he intends her to keep them.

After it's certain he's gotten a good look, she takes his hands and pulls him to the table and indicates he should sit. When he's seated, she gets the plates she prepared earlier and sets one at each place. She offers for him to pour wine, which he does gladly. While he pours, she sits, conscious of the squeeze of her dress on her body.

As they eat, meaningful looks pass between them over the candles' light. Slight smiles on each face persist even as they eat. She's pleased he's enjoying himself, he's pleased at the view and the excellent dinner. The love in the air is palpable. They almost feel they could reach out and grab some of it and save it for later. 

At one point during the meal, she drops a shoe from one foot and reaches it out to him, tucking it under his pants leg. He starts a little at this, he isn't used to playing footsie under the table. She runs her toes up and down his ankle and calf as far as she can. He's having a little trouble concentrating on his meal, but that's okay. Finally she removes her foot from inside his pants leg and starts to caress up and down his legs with that foot. 

Eventually he abandons all pretense at trying to eat and simply looks her in the eye while she teases, a coquettish look on her face while she does so. Her foot rubs up and down, up and down, then reaches in to go as far between his thighs as possible. Her legs are too short. Darn. He laughs as she tries to rub his crotch with her foot under the table, mostly because of the look of concentration on her face while she grips the table's edge as she strains to tease his jewels with her foot.

After a few moments of this, they both burst out laughing. Smiling broadly at one another, they both lean in over the table and kiss. Quickly they finish their meal, eager to continue on with some of the promises made earlier.

They both rise from the table, picking up their dishes as they rise. Without a word, they step to the sink and place their dirty dishes in the basin. She turns to leave, but finds herself trapped against the counter by his body. With a grin, he reaches around her and turns on the water. 

When the basin is full, he turns her around and has her start washing. Now, she's never done dishes in clothes like she's presently wearing, so she's really careful not to splash water on herself. When she finishes one dish and rinses it, he takes it and begins drying. 

Halfway through the dishwashing, she finds him not at her side. She quickly finds where he is when she feels his hands firmly gripping her hips and his body press against hers. This is when he finds out for certain she hadn't bothered with panties when she dressed. She feels his crotch jump against her rear at the discovery. 

His hands reach around and caress her tummy, up and over her firmly encased breasts, up each side of her neck and into her hair, then down her sides and to the hem of her short skirt. The sensation is positively electric. Since she's pressed against the counter, he can't reach around her more down below, but apparently that's not his present intention. He pulls his body away from her, she feels his hardness leave its place against her butt, and he picks up the glass she finished cleaning earlier and starts drying it. 

After only a few minutes, the rest of the dishes are all clean and put away, and she turns from the sink and wraps her arms around him tightly. She loves how well their bodies fit together. He loves how her body feels pressed against his. She is so soft, so warm. He is almost frightened by how much he loves her...

Reluctantly, she finally releases him, takes his hand and leads him upstairs to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, she turns to him once again and kisses him deeply. She can feel his stiffness press into her belly, and the sensation makes her already damp sex even wetter. They both are feeling the pressure of their arousal build even more. The setting and her Promise's imminence serve only to increase the sensation.

After several minutes, she steps back from him and starts to loosen the tie she had straightened earlier. Slowly, torturously, she moves, her deliberateness going against everything her body is trying to tell her. She wants in the worst way to throw him on the bed and ravish him, just as she imagines he would like to do to her, but she knows the longer they wait, the better the result will be.

Once she has dragged the tie out of his collar and removed his jacket, she begins working on his shirt buttons, placing a light kiss on the skin beneath after releasing each one. When his shirt is open and loose, she reaches around his body again, delighting in feeling his bare skin against her hands and arms. She presses into his body, regretting not removing her clothes before his, so she could feel her bare belly and chest against his.

Eventually, she reaches up and pulls the shirt from his back, both of them laughing when they find she forgot his sleeve buttons. After some fumbling and giggling, they get his shirt undone, and she once more pulls him into her. 

He marvels at how fabulous she feels in his arms. It's a sensation he cherishes. He loves the curves of her body against his. He adores the soft, pliable features pressing against his own firmer ones. The degree to which he loves her can't be measured.

When she pulls away from him again, she begins work on his belt. In a few short movements, the belt is off and laying on the floor. She pushes him gently down to the bed and kneels to untie and remove his shoes. Then his socks come off, and she laughs when he wiggles his toes at her.

She pulls him back up, but remains on her knees, a position she knows he enjoys. She runs her hands up and down his legs, caresses his firm buttocks, then comes around and undoes the button of his trousers, then slowly pulls on the tab of his zipper. 

A thrill of ecstasy courses through her body when she sees his hardness through the tight material of his underwear, and the dark, wet spot at the very tip. She leans in and licks at the damp circle on his shorts, causing a low moan to escape his throat. But before she can treat herself to the sight of his hard, throbbing shaft, she needs to get his pants off.

Reaching around his body, she pushes her hands into his now-open pants and slides them down off his butt and to the floor. She grabs each pant leg for him as he steps out of his clothes. Now he just stands before her in his strained underwear. She wants to just yank them down as much as he wants her to, but she restrains herself yet again.

From her place on the floor, she slides her hands up his strong legs and slithers a finger of each hand into the leg hole of his shorts. A hiss leaves his mouth as she slowly works her fingers toward each other, finally slipping down to either side of his sac. 

She delights in the sensations she knows she is causing him, and his breathing is becoming more labored all the time. She wiggles her fingers against the softness between his legs, and knows that soon the hardness above it will be making her squirm.

Finally, she decides the tease here is enough. She pops the fingers out from beside his genitals, reaches up and quickly strips his underwear from his body. His stiff manhood nearly hits her in the nose as it bounds back up from being carried down with the waistband of his shorts. 

Now standing nude before her, he wonders what is next. He is now completely unclothed, while she still wears what she had on when he got home. 

Reaching up as far as she can from her kneeling position, she bends her fingers a little and starts her hands down his body: his chest, his stomach, just misses his genitals, down his legs to his feet. She continues this until she is nearly as far around his body as she can get. By this time, his hardness is within inches of her mouth, he can feel her breath on his body. He yearns to just take her, but he equally wants to see and feel what she will do next. He knows what he *hopes* is coming next...

To his incredible delight, she leans forward a little and opens her mouth. He can now feel her hot breath travel down from the tip to almost the base of his stiffness. She just holds her mouth in this position, not taking him in, just breathing on it. It would be just a short thrust of his hips, and he would be in... The temptation is great, but she is playing some sort of game, and he wants to see where the game is going...

He almost yells his disappointment when she pulls her head back from his crotch and stands up. His protests die quickly, though, when she reaches to the shoulder straps of her dress and pushes her hands through. As she figured, the dress clings too tight to her to simply fall down, so she grabs the top and pulls it down. 

A gasp of pleasure comes from him as her beautiful breasts come into view. He gasps again when she continues peeling the material from her body. Her tummy is revealed, followed soon thereafter by her damp sex. 

She steps out of the puddle of material at her feet and kicks it away. Still in her shoes, she steps up to him and luxuriates in the feeling of his bare skin against her own. She presses her breasts into his chest and feels his hardness press into her belly. 

Tilting her head up, she finds his lips ready to meet hers. They stand there for what seems ages, not wanting to break the embrace, their lips locked in ecstasy.

Eventually, though, she pulls away and sits on the edge of the bed, turning him to face her as she does so. His manhood points straight at her, and she knows that he is eager to take whatever she is ready to give. 

Taking his hips in her hands, she pulls him toward her, and as she is doing this, she leans forward...

An audible moan comes from deep inside him when she opens her mouth and takes him in. She follows her mouth's movements with a hand lightly wrapped around him, and uses the other to fondle between his legs. After the events of the evening, though, he is too close to the edge, and reluctantly pulls out of her silky hot mouth.

As gently as she had pushed him to the bed to remove his shoes, he urges her down to the mattress. She knows what he wants, and is prepared and willing to give it to him. 

Laying back on the bed, she slowly spreads her legs, inviting his entry. accepting the invitation, he lines himself up with her opening and pushes forward.

They both gasp as his length slides into her hot wetness. For a moment, neither of them move. They both know each other well enough to realize that, as aroused as they are, it won't take long for either to climax. 

After a long, luscious soak, he slowly begins moving his hips. Once again, both moan at the feeling of his stiff length sliding in and out of her warm, soft depths. As both knew before starting, the buildup to their climaxes is swift, yet intensely satisfying. At the same time he thrusts deep into and his member empties itself into her, she shudders with her own fantastic orgasm.

Later, after both have recovered their breath, and the covers have been pulled over their nude, satisfied bodies, they cuddle together, basking in the glow of their love.

Just before they both fall asleep, she whispers to him in a quiet, adoring voice, "Happy Birthday, Daddy."



Surprise!



This summer had been unusually warm and therefore Linda had worn only a shear floral sundress to beat the heat of day. She loved the way it’s softness felt as it caressed the flesh of her beautiful body. Her every movement reminding her of the sensual excitement she felt of the nakedness under her dress during the days activities. She loved the way it breathed with the slightest breeze, letting the cool air easily pass through its fabric to flow over her naked body beneath. But the thing she enjoyed the most though was knowing that when standing just right with the sun shinning down on her from behind it became almost transparent. She knew that anyone standing in the right location, directly in front of her, they could not only see her full silhouette but could actually see her nakedness below not only by its flesh tones but also be the details of her most intimate of places, revealing the true beauty of her womanhood. Earlier today she had become so wet from the gaze of 3 young men that she had to hurriedly make her way off to the restroom before she started dripping onto the floor of the mall as she had felt her excitement running down between her legs more than she imagined might ever happen just from being watched and lusted for in this so very erotic way.

It was a very warm summers evening drive home from work on that so far uneventful July day. July 6th to be exact, Linda’s Birthday. She thought to herself as she drove, where had the time gone. Especially the last 11 wonderful years since falling so deeply in love with the man of her dreams. She knew he would be waiting excitingly at home for her to arrive. She knew he would have some wonderful surprise awaiting her. He loved so much surprising her with expresses of his love and devotion. He did this often even on those so precious times that had no operant reason, no Birthday, no Christmas, no anniversary, no special reason at all other than he loved her deeply and has devoted his life to her and their shared love. She wondered how he planned to surprise her tonight, knowing she knew he would have planned something special for her birthday.

She pulled into the long driveway, parked the car and stepped out.

As she started up the stone walkway she saw him standing in the open doorway holding what looked to be a bottle of wine and a dozen red roses. As he placed the beautiful long stemmed red roses in her hands he leaned over kissed her softly and said “welcome home sweetheart and I have a surprise for your birthday” “I hope you don’t mind not going out tonight to celebrate as I thought we might spend a more quieter time at home tonight?

As she walked through the doorway she noticed the room was dimly lit by aromatic candles and the glow from the fire burning in the fireplace. She soaked in the so very romantic setting this wonderful man whom she loved so very, much had created for her arrival home.

She thought how this was exactly what she wanted. A romantic night alone with the man she loved so very, very much. The thought of them making passionate love in front of the fireplace as its flickering flames lit and warmed the room so beautifully to start off the next year of her life as well as the perfect ending to the year past. But she also knew him well enough to know that this was just way to easy. She knew he had something up his sleeve. She knew he loved surprising her much, too much to let it go at this.

As she put the roses into a vase and sat them on the dinning room table he said softly but with excitement in his eyes, “Baby, I’ll be right back as I’m going to bring you your surprise now” She looked over her shoulder smiled and replied Ok baby don’t be long” She then poured them each a glass of wine from the bottle of her favorite kind of wine that he had made sure to provide.(pinot Gris)

She pulled the softness of her sun dress up over her head and let it fall to the floor revealing her beautiful nude body while thinking devilishly, I think I’ll turn the tables on him and have a little surprise of my own waiting for him upon his return. She sat down on the big sofa, which had been warmed by the crackling fire burning directly in front of it in the fireplace. She leaned over to the small table that supported the reading light and opened the drawer. She reached in and brought out the tube of KY-jelly and one of her favorite toys they always kept there for just such times of intimate shared times of pleasure. She began to spread the KY over her breasts, stomach, her inner thighs and making sure to take her time covering her sweet pussy lips as well as all of her smooth shaved pussy. She then spread a generous amount over the full length of her toy. This toy being a large vibrating dildo that had always given them both incredible pleasures during their playtime. She turned on the vibration and let it slide between her pussy lips until its full-length lie between them, until just the tip of its head rested upon her clit. She loved the way it glided easily between her now so very wet parted lips. She let it linger as it touched her clit. The vibrations feeling as if they were penetrating her very soul by way of her clit. She began fucking herself deeply and feverishly while massaging her swollen with excitement breasts. Occasionally removing the dildo from her so very hot, wet cunt and both licking and sucking all of her sweet nectar from it.

During this time she fucked herself with as much of her hand as she could force into her pussy. As her excitement grew she felt the need to have a cock deep inside her pussy. Not just any cock but the cock of the man whom she loved so very much, the so wonderfully romantic man who had so thoughtfully provided everything that now so incredibly flooded all of her senses with this unbelievably romantic evenings pleasures. She needed to feel her lover’s full length inside her.

She wished her lover would hurry up as she wondered what could possibly be taking him so damn long. She slid her toy back deeply inside herself and could not help but to moan with intense pleasure. As Linda began to slide it in and out of her now burning with hot desire cunt she felt as if she could wait no longer. Feeling as if she was so close to exploding into rhythmic orgasms that she could resist no more. Though she wanted to hold back and wait for her lover, his lust, the shared pleasure, the intense desire to cum was so powerful, so all consuming, she thought she would lose control completely and cum without him. She began to fuck her pussy hard and fast. Harder and deeper with each stroke. Linda could feel her wetness being pumped out of her with each powerful thrust and it running down between her now trembling with anticipated pleasure and widely parted legs. She was rubbing all of this combined wet lubrication over her clit and shaved pussy with her other hand.

Just when she was so very close to exploding with the released pleasure of all her lustful efforts she was startled by another noise in the room. Had she been so caught up in her own pleasure that her lover had returned without her noticing? If so where was he? She lifted her head up just enough to look around the room with her now searching eyes. But she saw nothing. How could this be as she was sure she had heard muffled sounds emanating from somewhere in the room. She thought damn, and I was so very close to cuming. Oh well it must have been her lover finally finding his way back to her, he must be coming down the hallway now. All the better anyway as she would much rather feel his cock buried deep inside her now aching pussy than the dildo. She smiled to herself anticipating the look on his face as he entered the room only to find her naked fully exposed body. What he would think upon seeing her shoving her toy deeply into her hot, wet cunt and her well-lubed fingers buried deep in her ass. Linda continued pleasuring herself feverishly expecting him to walk through the door any moment now.

Suddenly the door burst open revealing Linda’s lover standing there holding a birthday cake and shouting out surprise! But just at that moment she noticed his jaw drop open. Him seeing her fully exposed body, dildo in hand and only wearing a big smile on her face. She suddenly was startled by other movements in the room. The closet door flew open and standing there was Linda’s best friend Ann with whom she had been the best and closest of friends for years and Ann’s boyfriend Mark who popped up from behind the wet bar holding up an oversized HAPPY BIRTHDAY card over his head. Time seemed to have been frozen for an eternity with nobody knowing what to say. They all just remained standing there speechless out of shock. Ann tried to let out a halfhearted Happy Birthday but it was hardly audible.

Linda felt as if all the wind had been knocked out of her as she frantically searched her mind for what to say. She found herself not even being able to swallow or catch her breath let alone to think or speak.

Then even Linda was surprised by the words that now escaped her now trembling lips as she said, “Well are you all going to stand around watching me? Or are you going to join me? After all I am the birthday girl here, isn’t this supposed to be my party?

God! she thought to herself how very much she loved this man of hers, But found herself momentarily feeling as if she wanted to crawl off and hide from his penetrating dark brown eyes. She just could not believe this was really happening. They all continued to not move nor speak. They were still in shock by the unexpected view that had been suddenly presented before them. The view that without any hint or warning would shock them down to their very social core. They had always viewed Linda as being a bit shy and though very sexy and sensual never would they have envisioned this now more obviously kinky side. Never had they thought she could be so bold as to step outside the norm of being a sexy woman and a sexual mate. Yes, never was the slightest hint of her not only being so open minded sexually but to also be living out these kinds of fantasies and desires was completely overwhelming and had totally taken them all off guard. Yes, they just could not believe the words she had just spoken. Even her so nonjudgmental lover was completely speechless as this had come so unexpectently and he would never have guessed she could be so bold as to openly invite others to join into what up until now was there so very private world of intimacy.

Linda’s lover was the first to move as he sat the birthday cake down and approached her. He stepped over and kneeled beside her. As he leaned over to kiss her softly he whispered, “It’s ok sweetheart. I love you and I’m here with you. I’m ok with anything that gives you pleasure my love, as always. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY LOVE”

He then began to sensuously and tenderly kiss his way down over her shoulders and neck. Finding her sweet breasts he began to message them with both willing hands. Sucking her nipples into his warm wet mouth and massaging them with his tongue and lips. Linda watched as Ann then unsurely approached. Upon reaching Linda she leaned over placing a hand tentatively on her shoulder, then kissing her cheek softly and whispered, “Linda you know you’re my dearest friend and have been for a very long time now. I love you deeply my friend and always shall. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET FRIEND”. With that Linda reached up placing her hand on the back of Ann’s neck pulled her closer and said, “Oh, my sweet, sweet Ann you too know I love you. Thank you so very much for being here tonight”.

As the two of them closed the distance between them to again share a soft friendly kiss on the cheek they found themselves drawn to each other’s so very kissable lips. As Linda’s eyes met Ann’s beautiful blue eyes for the first time in this new exciting way their lips met. Softly at first but to there surprise they found them lingering, prolonging their softness shared. Both Linda and Ann found themselves simultaneously thinking the same thoughts. That though they both had to admit the sharing of a more intimate relationship between them had crossed their minds independently before, but neither ever seriously entertained the thought of pursuing such a relationship. It was more out of the curiosity of what it must be like to explore the soft beauty of another woman. 

And yes they both had found the other to be very beautiful, very appealing in ways they had never really examined until this moment before. Combining that with how very close they already were made these occasional daydreams not just pleasant but also exciting in a fantasy kind of way.

As they took a brief moment to look into each other’s eyes, without whispering a word they both now enjoyed this newfound closeness. The tender touching and exploring each other in this so very intimate way was now ok. The fact that their friendship was so very wonderful, comfortable, so very special that it allowed this incredible feeling of being able to feel and express a closeness they never thought existed between them.

Yes, they knew it was not only ok but also very liberating to allow their love for each other to freely be shared in this wonderful new way. As they shared their first deep passionate kiss Linda felt Mark exploring her soft flesh with his hands, tongue and mouth. She felt his tongue teasing her nipples. Then the most incredible thing occurred, the four of them it seemed as if on key found themselves no longer embarrassed, no longer trying to understand what was happening and no longer searching for the right words to say. Most importantly though was the fact that they all now stopped thinking and let all these incredible sensations take over completely. Yes, no longer thinking, for now their feelings were driving their, movements, their passion, their lust and their wonderful desires.

Then Ann surprised Linda by sliding her hand down between Linda’s legs. Slipping her fingers deeply into Linda’s hot pussy and collecting Linda’s sweet wetness that was now flowing freely from her excitement and down the softness of her inner thighs. She collected this wonderful nectar with her fingers and brought them to her lips. As she smelled and tasted them she smiled at Linda and softly said, “You know I truly love you my precious friend”. Then while kissing Linda’s neck, cheek and supple breasts Ann shared Linda’s own sweetness with her. Linda began kissing her way down over Ann’s ample breasts and across the flatness of her stomach she positioned herself so that they both found their tongues exploring the beauty of each others sweet, hot, wet pussies. As Linda found Ann’s tongue plunging deeply into her pussy she could not get enough of Ann’s smell, taste and hot wetness herself. She loved the way her pussy lips felt in her mouth, the smoothness of her tongue sliding deeply into her pussy. Linda let her tongue slowly slide into Ann’s pussy feeling the smoothness of this so new to her texture of Ann’s sweet pussy. Allowing her mouth to cup as much of Ann’s pussy as she could. Sucking her pussy lips deeply into her mouth. Applying suction to her clit, her pussy lips and this letting Ann’s sweet nectar flood into her mouth. Covering her tongue, splashing over her taste buds and overwhelming her sense of taste with Ann’s wonderful naturally exciting aphrodisiac. The unbelievably stimulating smell of Ann’s pussy driving Linda’s desire to consume her completely beyond her control. Ann was now feeling these same so wonderfully powerful feelings of losing control as she was hand fucking Linda with one hand and feverishly massaging her clit with the other. All the while their lovers were exploring the women’s flesh, kissing them all over while telling them how very beautiful they were. How wonderfully exciting they looked together. 

They then repositioned themselves as to give their lovers better, deeper access to their begging to be fucked hot, wet cunts.

As Linda and Ann were on all fours side by side on the bed their lovers drove their so very hard cocks deep into their wet, hot pussies. With every thrust they fucked them harder and harder. Ann looked into Linda’s eyes and as she mouthed the words HAPPY BIRTHDAY. They both smiled as they realized the slightly fun edge of being fucked this way. Yes, the funny side of how this entire evening had occurred.

They both thought of how all of their senses were being pleased. Being fucked so hard and deeply by their lovers, watching and being watched, yes, the so very erotic sight of their lovers hard, wet cocks sliding into and out of their hot pussies along with the expressions of lust being fulfilled on their faces. The smell of their combined sex hanging in the warm nights air. They both thought how there was no other person they would have preferred to share this 1st experience with. Yes, they thought how they truly were the best of friends.

They began consuming each other, kissing each other deeply and more passionately as they began to reach orgasm together. The harder they came the more they desired to consume each other. They felt the hot exploding cum of their lovers exploding inside them as their orgasms caught up to be timed with theirs. The incredible feeling of their own orgasmic contractions along with the deep thrusts of the exploding hard cocks spilling the cum out of their hot pussies and being spread over their lovers balls as well as their legs and finally running down to puddle on the floor. 

They collapsed into each others arms as they all tried to catch their breaths. Linda spoke first saying, “Thank you all for giving me such a great birthday surprise” Ann laughed and said “Linda, I think you are the one who surprised us all tonight”. They all laughed at this. Then they all just lie there replaying the night’s incredible events in their minds over and over again as they snuggled up and watched the flickering fire.

Later that evening at the doorway they said there goodbyes and again Linda thanked them for such an incredible birthday.

As Ann and Mark walked off down the stone walk way leading towards their car Linda heard Ann say to Mark just after teasingly slapping him on the back of the head, “Why can’t you surprise me like that?

As Linda locked the door her lover scooped her up and carried her off to bed blowing out the candles as they went. As they lay in bed enjoying the touch of their naked flesh pressed against each other’s Linda spoke. “Burt, thank you so very much for my wonderful surprise birthday party. It was incredible.” Burt looked deeply into her eyes, smiled and said, “sweetheart you know how very much I enjoy surprising you, but tonight I think you have topped everything I have ever done as well as quite possibly all that lie ahead”. Linda laughed and told him, “ Burt I love you so very, very much and yes, I think this is one birthday party worth remembering. And most definitely one surprise we shall never forget my love…BWL



Surprise!



This erotic love story is not intended for minors or for those offended by sexual writing.

Un-fucking-believable! 

That's the only thought reverberating in my head as I watch a videotape of my wife—my beautiful, intelligent, loyal, supportive, caring wife—fucking some freak of nature with a mammoth cock. 

"Uh, uh, uh," she grunted, "fuck me harder. Stuff my hot pussy with your big dick. Fill me up with your hot cum. Give me your cum, give me your cum, give me your cum . . . " 

And he did. Over and over and over again . . . while I sit mesmerized by the vulgar scene playing out on a wide-screen TV in a pricey apartment on Park Ave. in New York City, belonging to the man who'd fucked my wife and preserved the encounter on videotape. 

I don't know what surprises me more. That my wife cheated on me and I never knew about it. That language like that could come out of the same mouth that kissed our two children. Or that I'm sitting not two feet away from the man who fucked my wife senseless and I'm not choking the life out of him. 

The whole experience was incredibly surreal. If you'd told me just a few days ago that I'd be watching an amateur fuck-film starring my wife, I'd have laughed in your face. 

So, how did I get here? How did I learn my wife is a slut and that there was a videotape out there of her sexual escapades? And more mportantly, how did I come to be sitting in her lover's apartment watching said videotape? Well, it all started last Friday when I came home late from work . . . 

PART ONE 

My wife, Sarah, and I have been married for seven years and have two children, five-year- old Elena and three-year-old Dustin. All those years together haven't been a cakewalk, but we still have a very good sex life and we've learned to overcome whatever problems we've faced with love and understanding. 

Sarah works in the city assessor's office of our small town, which is just north of San Francisco. I'm an electrical engineer and own a consulting company, specializing in security gadgets. Getting my company started and economically sound was difficult to say the least. 

When we first got married, I was still a student, so most of our problems resulted from the amount of time I spent at school and getting my company up and running. Since Sarah was the one who had to work to keep us afloat during that period, she was not a happy camper. 

It is quite late by the time I arrive home and find Sarah and the kids eating dinner at the table. 

Sarah looks up at me with her sparkling eyes. "Welcome home, darling." 

"Sorry, I'm late," I say before giving each of them a kiss. 

As I take my seat, Sarah pours me a glass of wine and hands it to me. I take a quick sip and it tastes so good to me. As I talk to the kids and find out what they’ve been up to today, amazed at their intelligence, wondering if Sarah and I had seemed so to our parents, Sarah leaves the table and goes into the kitchen. 

She serves me a plate filled with roast chicken, rice, and vegetables. Finished with their own dinner, the children run off to watch TV in the living room. 

"I have some news," Sarah says as I start eating. 

Putting my fork down, I give her my full attention, absently noting that she hadn't yet changed out of her work clothes. 

Pushing aside a lock of dark brown hair that had fallen in front of her eyes, she continues, "I have to go to New York for a week." 

"Manhattan?" I ask, surprised because her job doesn't normally require traveling. 

"Yes," she says, "Manhattan." 

"When and why?" 

"Monday of next week," she says with a smile. "I've been chosen to attend a conference at Columbia about new federal tax laws that might effect the city's tax base." She pauses to take a sip of wine and shrugs. "I assume Al picked me because I'm in his favor—for the moment anyway. Who knows, maybe it'll lead to a promotion." 

I can't help feeling proud that she is doing so well. Now that my company is doing very well and I'm making enough money, there's no reason for Sarah to work—but she does it, she says, because she likes it. I guess she got used to working and wants to keep busy. Personally, I’ve always thought she keeps working so she can get dressed up and socialize but maybe there’s more to it than that. Maybe she feels the need to contribute and apparently she is doing very well. This trip seems a positive sign, anyway. 

"Maybe you can take the week off," she suggests. "We could party in the city this weekend, every night during the week, and the following weekend. Wouldn't that be fun?" 

"What about the kids?" 

She smiles. "I've already spoken to your mother. She'll be happy to come and take care of them while we're gone. You know how lonely she's been since your father passed away." 

My father died last year after cancer had left him a wisp of himself. Naturally, my mother had taken his death very hard. Now, it seems the only thing she lives for is to spoil her only two grandchildren, so I know Sarah is right. Mom would jump at the chance to spend a whole week with Elena and Dustin. 

"I'll make some arrangements," I say after a few moments consideration. "It shouldn't be a problem." 

"Great. The city's budget is paying my way, so they'll buy my ticket as soon as I give them the okay. I'll just pay them for your ticket and have them get it at the same time." 

"Okay." That settled, I start eating again, managing to polish off half the piece of chicken and all of the rice. 

After dinner we put the children to bed. We make love and although I’m tired, her passion is enough for both of us and she is alive beneath me, reminding me how I love her, and how I’ve always lusted after her. We go to sleep holding each other, our sweat drying saltily on our skins. I’m looking forward to Manhattan .

* * * 

New York City is one of my favorite cities in the Spring and the Fall. Winter’s and Summer’s are so badly tolerated that the citizens all leave the town behind for better pastures. But the Spring and the Fall, and even Christmas make up for that. I’ve spent many months here in dealing in security matters, and consulting with security firms, but Sarah, because of work, or pregnancy, or whatever, could never come with me. I look forward to showing her the town. 

Riding in a limo to a prestigious hotel near Central Park, Sarah cuddles up beside me and laces her fingers through mine. "Isn't this exciting, Brad?" 

Smiling at her, I say, "You know how much I love this city." 

"Don't I though," she purrs seductively. "It's a good thing we're almost there." 

As we cross the tunnel from New Jersey into Manhattan, we're like too young lovers again. I'm struck by how pretty Sarah looks today. At thirty-three, she still has a youthful appearance, her face fresh and her eyes a striking dark brown. Her figure only improved after having our child, as far as I'm concerned. When I married her, she was too thin for my taste with a too-small bust and a too-small ass. However, I'd been won over by her slender waist, gorgeous face, and mesmerizing eyes. And let's not forget—she was a great fuck. But now, she'd filled out beautifully into a perfect Marilyn Monroe type figure and I'm a sucker for Rubenesque women. 

At the hotel we go into the bar to have a drink and all I can do is watch Sarah’s eyes as she takes in the elegant surrounding, the beautiful people, the extravagant tastes and sounds of the privileged. 

We eat in the hotel dining room on sumptuous delicacies as Sarah listen’s to the New Yorker’s at tables around us, her eyes glowing. 

We make love in a strange bed that night. The first in seven years. I feel like a race horse coming out of the stable, my hoof’s pounding, I neigh in her ear and plunge into the night. The city is tomorrow. 

PART TWO 

As we are headed into the restaurant for breakfast the next morning I am accousted by a voice that I have missed since school. “Brad? Brad, is that you?” 

I look around and see Lynn, my ex-classmate. I had heard that Lynn is teaching at a small engineering school in Georgia. 

I run to her, pick her up in the air and twirl her as Sarah, a curious smile on her face comes back and joins us. 

I place Lynn down onto the floor and let her get her feet under her. She is breathless when we hug-her soft breasts moving against my chest. I step away, smiling, “Sarah, this is Lynn Holders, used to be Mellows when we were in school. She was a friend and classmate.” 

The two women smile and shake hands. I can't help comparing the two-same height, same size, Sarah with rich brown hair and Lynn with golden tresses. While I watch them, an illicit picture forms in my mind of the three of us naked in bed together, making love in our hotel room. But alas, it's only a dream. I’d never get away with hanky-panky with Sarah.

Lynn says, “you are as beautiful as I’d heard, Sarah. I’m happy to meet you.” 

Sarah says, “Thank you. I’m happy to meet you. I’ve heard an awful lot about you.”

Lynn, laughing, “I hope,” and she turns back to me, “that it wasn’t all bad.” 

Sarah and I join in her laughter. 

Sarah says, “It was all good.” 

Lynn and I had been very good friends at one time, actually. And if you believe it was a simple friendship, then I have a brige I want to sell you.

Finally, when they finish, I ask, “What are you doing in New York, Lynn?” 

“I’m in town for a conference." 

Sarah says, “so am I. Where’s yours?” 

“Here, in the hotel,” 

“Mine’s at Columbia,” Sarah replies. 

I ask, “Lynn, have you eaten?” 

“No. Matter of fact, that’s where I was headed when I saw you,” Lynn says. 

“That’s where we were headed too,” Sarah says, “want to join us?” 

“Sure,” and we three head toward the restaurant again. Sarah walks ahead, to the maitre ‘d’s station as Lynn and I continue our conversation. 

As we walk behind Sarah, I ask, “How’s Howie? How are you two getting along?” 

Lynn replies, “Howie’s great, we’re fine. Married life, you know?” 

“I think married life is great,” I protested. “You would, knowing you." She hits my shoulder with a light punch, "You always were a one woman man. I’m really kidding anyway, we’re doing fine.” 

“Bored?” She blushes. 

“No. No. Nothing like that. Just both too busy, maybe.” 

Up ahead, Sarah has apparently charmed the maitre ‘d and he’s waiting there with her to seat us. We walk up and follow them as they lead the way down the isle through the dining room’s tables. The restaurant is extensive and appears to have several different rooms. 

We press on. “What do you hear of Nancy, and Ellen, and Sam?” 

Lynn is keeping her eye on where the maitre ‘d is leading Sarah so we don’t get lost as she answers, “I got Christmas Cards from Nancy and Sam, but I haven’t heard from or of Ellen. She seems to have dropped off the face of the earth. I really don’t believe she ever got a job after school. If she did, I didn’t hear about it.” 

Sarah and the Maitre ‘d turn to the right ahead, at the end of the tables and we follow several paces behind them. 

As we turn to the right behind them, a young man gets up from where he’s sitting with his friend. “Sarah, my God, it is you.” 

Sarah has stopped, and the maitre ‘d has stopped just beyond her. I hear my wife speak in a much colder voice than I’ve ever heard from her, "I think you've mistaken me for someone else," and she walks past him, and she and the maitre ‘d continue to our table. 

Stunned, I lag behind as Lynn walks ahead of me toward the table where Sarah is seated, waiting. 

The young man must be no more than thirty. I watch as he sits his lank muscular frame back into his seat. He is handsome, as only the virile youth can be, and his carriage is resolute and confident. He has very dark hair and he is tanned which is somewhat unusual in the city. 

He is sitting with another, slight older man who is light skinned and haired. I have to wonder if this youngster really knows Sarah. But, if so, why did she seem so offended. I realize that Lynn has seated herself alongside Sarah and both are waiting for me as the maitre ‘d waits poised with my chair pulled out and in hand. 

I make myself move, and as I pass their table, I hear him speak to his companion, "Well, lah-dee-dah. Aren't we stuck up?" 

His friend whose pale blue eyes somehow disconcert me, asks, "Are you sure it's her?" His long hair falls in front of his face when he leans over toward the other, asking his question. He pushes it back with a veined pale hand. 

"What the hell?" the young man grouses. "You saw the video yourself." 

"Yeah, she sure looks like that hot bitch." Completely shocked by what I'd heard, I continue on my way. I speed up my steps until I place myself at the chair the maitre ‘d has had patiently holding for me. 

“Thank you,” I absently tell him as he pushes it under me. 

Sarah is looking at me with a worried expression, “Are you all right?” 

“I’m fine,” I say. “What was that all about,” and I turn and look back toward the two men’s table, “do you know that young man?” 

“No, of course not,” Sarah says, “he mistook me for someone else.” And she bends her head to her menu. 

I am so disturbed by the whole incident, it's impossible for me to enjoy my lunch. How could it be an accident? She must have known him somewhere along the way. My turbulent mood is better suited to starting a row than carrying on a civilized conversation, but neither Sarah nor Lynn seems to notice. They have so much in common—including difficult husbands—they are oblivious to my sullen mode. 

After lunch, while Sarah and Lynn go shopping, I wander around, hoping to surreptitiously come across that young man, but he's nowhere to be found—neither is his companion. 

PART THREE 

Despite my anger at the mysterious scene at the restaurant, I pushed it into the back of my mind and Sarah and I managed to have a good weekend. We had fun, going out for dinner and drinks and we even went dancing one night. 

Sarah certainly seemed bubbly while we'd danced the tango at that sultry nightclub in Midtown. 

On Monday morning, Sarah and Lynn go to their meetings and I sleep late. A night of dancing always leaves we wiped the next day. 

After having a later breakfast, I take a stroll by the pool, but everyone there seems too young to me. I've never been interested in socializing with immature men or women. 

Not finding anything of interest anywhere else, I go back to the hotel lobby and take up residence at one of the comfortable conversational groups scattered there. I pick up a magazine from the table next to my chair, but I can't concentrate enough to read. 

My thoughts keep returning to what happened with that young man in the restaurant. He didn't look old enough to have known Sarah before we were married, but he certainly seemed to know her from somewhere. Totally confused, I try to figure out where and when they could have met. The two men's words keep reverberating in my mind. A hot bitch—that's what they'd called her. My beautiful, loving, supportive, wife, Sarah—a hot bitch. 

I suppose she is—although I'd never thought of her in those exact terms. And I'd certainly never heard another man call her that or imagined they would—at least not while I was within earshot. Maybe they'd assumed Sarah was alone and Lynn and I were together. After all, we'd been behind Sarah, laughing and talking. 

Finally, I give up trying to reason the situation out. Placing the magazine back on the table, I decide to go back to my room and lie down for a while. Maybe a nice nap will clear my head, so I can think more clearly than I am now. 

But before I can rise, the young man who'd accosted Sarah sits directly opposite me. Looking around, I notice there are plenty of other places to sit, so I doubt his sitting across from me was a coincidence. 

"Hello," he says to me. "Good afternoon," I say. 

"I saw you at lunch the other day. You were at Sarah's table, right?" 

"Yes," I agree. 

"You're married to the blond?" 

"Yes," I lie, knowing the blond had to be Lynn. I usually hate lying, but under the circumstances, I thought it was the best way to find out what was going on. 

"But,” and he leans forward toward me as his eyebrows raise slightly, “you must know Sarah pretty well." 

I realize that the young man is much more handsome, more virile looking, than I’d first thought. He must be a killer with the ladies. He must have an easy time of it. 

"Yes, pretty well." 

He leans back and his smile shows every tooth in his head, I am somewhat amused at my jealousy of youth. 

"She's really nice," he says. 

"That wasn't what I heard when I passed your table," I respond. 

"You heard us? I thought we were speaking quietly enough not to be heard. Sorry if I said something to upset you." 

I smile at him. "Why should it upset me?" 

He relaxes when I make that comment. 

I laugh. "I think she’s hot too, uh . . . Who're you?" 

Joining my laughter, he says, "I'm Harry Standard." 

We get up and shake hands. "Happy to meet you, Harry. I'm Brad Holders." Even though it's probably an unnecessary precaution, I've assumed Lynn's husband's name just in case this guy knows Sarah's last name. 

"Yeah, happy to know you too, Brad." Once we're both seated again, he asks, "So how well do you know Sarah?" 

I smile. "Not as well as you do, I don't believe." With a sudden flash of insight, I realize if I play my cards just right, I might be able talk Harry into showing me the videotape he and his buddy were talking about. Wow, wouldn't that be amazing? I could satisfy my curiosity, reassure myself that it isn't Sarah on that tape, and maybe even show the bastard the error of his ways. 

"I wouldn't mind getting to know her better though," I say. 

He looks up at me and smiles. "Oh, yeah. I bet you would. She's great." 

Luckily, I stop myself before I can issue the obligatory thank-you most men give when their wives are complimented. 

Instead, I smoothly say, "I'm sure you'd know, Harry." Hell, if I'm so slick, why is it I'm not absolutely certain my wife isn't on some filthy videotape? 

Harry stretches his arms above his head with a self-satisfied smirk on his face and I have an overwhelming urge to punch his lights out. 

"Christ, what a day," he says. 

"Oh, what do you do?" I force myself to ask with an even tone. 

"I'm a contractor. Trying to rebuild the city, you know?" 

He looks too young for such responsibility. "You live here?" 

"A few blocks from here, just up Park Ave. What about you? You're a professional, right?" 

"I'm an engineer." 

"Structural?" 

"Electrical," I say. What the hell? Are we bonding here? 

"Where from?" 

"Down south. Georgia mostly. I have my own company," I say, mixing some truth with fiction. 

"It's nice that your wife is here with you." 

"Actually, she's here for a conference and I'm with her—on a vacation of sorts." 

Wanting to get this conversation back on topic, I add, "We were lucky to run into Sarah here. We met her a long time ago." 

"Well, maybe your luck has just begun," he slyly says. 

"How's that?" I ask, silently congratulating myself that he took the bait. 

"Well," he says, leaning forward to speak to me confidentially, "what if I introduce you to the real Sarah. The real thing." 

"I've already met Sarah, many years ago," I say, feigning innocence. "Maybe I don't get what you mean." He frowns in confusion and it's my turn to stretch and do a stupid smirk. 

"Oh, of course. You're talking about the video, are you? I heard you talking to your friend about a video." 

His cat-that-ate-the-canary grin returns and he confirms, "Yeah, there's that." 

"Wow, I'd like to see that," I say, my voice laced with the kind of lustful wonder only a man from the sticks would have. 





Surprise!



"Well, maybe," he says, leaning back in his chair contentedly. "It could happen." 

"You think there might really be a chance?" I ask eagerly. 

"Let me think about it," he says. He makes me wait a few seconds for his answer, even though I'm sure he's already made up his mind. 

Pulling a card from his wallet, he hands it to me and finally says, "Tell you what, I have a boring-but-necessary meeting I have to go to, but it shouldn't last more than an hour and a half. Why don't you come to my place at four and we'll have a drink and watch the tape." 

Looking at the card, I see it's printed with an address on Park Ave—probably an apartment building across from Central Park. 

After a brief glance at his watch, Harry stands. "It's two o'clock, I better get going." 

I rise from my seat and we shake hands like two conspirators—which I suppose we are. "I'll be there," I promise. 

Still holding my hand, he leans forward and says, "You'll love it." He releases my hand and I watch as he crosses the lobby to the front entrance, stopping to give me a friendly wave before he goes through the revolving door. 

Exhausted, I slump down into my chair and take a deep breath. Who'd have thought lying and pretending to be someone your not could be so tiring. Eventually, I work up enough strength to go back to my room and take a nap. 

An hour later, showered and dressed, I pull my suitcase out of the closet and set it on the table near the window. I'm an engineer specializing in security gadgets, remember? I never leave home without some kind of electronic gizmo—and this trip is no exception. After all, you never know when you're going to need a surveillance tool. 

From a small leather pouch I retrieve from my suitcase, I select what looks like a fountain pen, but is actually a tiny camera and transmitter. Since this isn't the first time I've used this pen-cam, I ignore the nstructions lying in the pouch. Simply turning the head of the pen activates the camera, which will transmit to a receiver that can be hooked up to any VCR. 

Once I've set up the hotel room's VCR to interface and record the pen-cam's transmission, I grab a blazer from the closet and attach the pen to the outside breast pocket, so the tiny camera lens in the clip is facing out. 

Everything ready, I sit down and wait with anticipation. I'm not sure if the distance between my hotel room and Harry's apartment is greater than the pen-cam's range—but we'll soon find out. 

PART FOUR 

As you might expect, I arrive at Harry's apartment fifteen minutes early. When there's no response to my knock, I'm completely disheartened. What if he changed his mind? Then, I'll never know if it's Sarah on the tape. But maybe that would be for the best—ignorance is bliss, and all that. 

I'm just about ready to walk away, when I hear a click and the door opens. Harry stands in the doorway dressed to the nines in a suit and tie. 

"Come in, come in," he says. "I just got back. You're a little early." 

"I guess I'm a little anxious," I reply. Man, that's the understatement of the year. 

He leads me into a living room that's not that much different from ours back home. However, the TV is huge and it and the VCR are arranged differently in front of the sitting area. It occurs to me that one seat has a clearer view of the TV than the other one near the window. Somehow, I'm going to have to make sure I get the better seat or the pen-cam will be useless. 

"Why don't you have a seat there," Harry says, thankfully pointing to the right chair. "I'll mix us a couple of drinks and we'll start the tape." 

He goes into the kitchen and I hear the clinking of ice against glass. 

"Let's see, I've got bourbon, vodka, gin, and brandy. What'll it be?" 

"How about bourbon," I say. 

"Done. Ice?" 

"Sure." 

He comes back a few minutes later and hands me my bourbon on the rocks, saluting me with what looks to be a gin and tonic. 

"To Sarah," I say, saluting him back. 

"To movies," he says before taking a sip of his drink. After a healthy gulp of my own drink, 

I ask, "So, who made this video?" 

"I did," he says, smugly. "I produced it, directed it, cast it, and stared in it." He presses two buttons on the remote on the coffee table and the giant TV and the VCR turned on. He moves to the entertainment unit, picks up a videocassette I hadn't noticed, and inserts it in the VCR. 

"I had a camera mounted behind the air conditioning vent and had several mikes scattered throughout the suite," he explains, walking back to his seat. "I turned them on just before she knocked on the door." 

Sitting in his seat, Harry picks up the remote and presses play. "The quality is amazing." 

On the big TV screen, I see Harry sitting on a bed in a cheap hotel room—a really trashy one, as a matter of fact. Slyly, I turn the head of my pen-cam and make sure I'm angled just right. 

Whenever this was taped, Harry was dressed very differently than he is today. He was wearing an open-collared shirt that showed a gross amount of chest hair, a too-tight pair of casual slacks, and loafers. 

With what seemed like impatience, The image of Harry got up off the bed and paced around the room. Finally, there was a knock at the door and harry smiled. The clarity of the sound is amazing. My heart is racing, keeping time with his footsteps as his image walked to the door and opened it. 

Sarah walked in with a small smile, her face and neck red. Was she embarrassed? I carefully look at her clothing, her shoes, and immediately recognize the diamond engagement ring and wedding band on her left hand. Dammit, it is Sarah. There is no mistake. 

Harry took her into his arms and kissed her. Holding her close to him, he turned and walked her into the room. I can see the huge, unmistakable bulge in his pants. 

Sarah's hair fell in front of her eyes, but she made no move to push it aside. While watching the events on the screen, I desperately try to figure out when this could have happened. Harry certainly wasn't over thirty and Sarah was too thin. This had to have happened before she'd had Elena—certainly not after Dustin. 

Harry led her to the bed where they kissed deeply while Sarah fondled his erection, which was still in his pants—thankfully. 

"I've wanted this all day," Sarah said on the tape. 

"Lucky you're husband is putting in all those hours, huh, baby?" So, where the hell was I exactly? School? Work? Was this before or after I'd started the company? 

"I have to use the bathroom," she said, getting up from the bed. "I'll just be a minute." 

"Sure, baby, right through here," he said, showing her the bathroom door. After she'd closed the door behind her, Harry walked around the room, lewdly laughing to himself as he kicked off his shoes and socks, and slipped off his shirt. He crossed to the bed and lay down on his back, his erection very prominent. Even in his pants it was sticking up and looked huge. Before my eyes it seemed to grow even bigger and I wonder how Sarah could take something that big. 

In the bathroom, the mike picked up the sounds of Sarah urinating, flushing the toilet, running water in the sink—even the sound of her drying her hands on a towel. Christ, that was a sensitive mike. All of it doesn't seem possible and I have the sudden urge to stomp across the room and smash the VCR into bits—but I don't. I stay in my seat, mesmerized by the events unfolding on the screen. 

I watch as Sarah exited the bathroom and approached the bed. She smiled at Harry—almost insolently—and I wonder if she's about to walk out on him, laughing. She was still fully clothed, but unfortunately that didn't last long. 

Harry punched a button on a remote next to the bed and seductive, erotic music filled the room. She began to dance, pulling off her jacket and throwing in onto the back of a chair. Twirling, she peered at him through the dark hair that'd fallen in front of her eyes. God, she is beautiful. I've never seen her so energized . . . so erotic.

I suddenly realize that I am seeing her from every angle, even when she turns. This bastard had more than one camera in that room, and he'd edited too. 

Moving her body to the beat of the music, Sarah slowly removed her blouse. That's when I see that she'd been wearing the bra from Nordstrom's I had given her with a matching set of panties. She must have been wearing the whole set—the bitch! 

Still on the bed, Harry was smiling and applauding. Sarah bowed to acknowledge his applause and while she was bent forward, she slithered out of she skirt. She was wearing the matching panties and a garter belt that held up a pair of sheer stockings. While she placed her skirt and blouse on the same chair as her jacket, I get a good look at her long legs, which were accentuated by five-inch heels. 

I can't tell you how many times I've asked to wear sexy clothing, but she never would—the bitch! 

As the music shifted to a faster rhythm, Sarah began to move her ass, stooping and swinging her ass from one side to the other. 

Panting, she looked at him through the tendrels of her mussed hair and muttered, "Are you sure you can handle this?" 

"Bring it to me, baby," he said. "I'll handle it." 

Laughing, she turned and waved her ass in his face. Harry rose from the bed behind her and approached her. Rather obviously, he pressed his erection into her ass and she squirmed against it, throwing him a seductive look over her shoulder. They kissed a hot, smoldering kiss, their tongues battling. 

"God," she panted, "that feels huge." 

"It's just for you, and you need it, baby," he growls, placing his hands on her breasts. He pushed the bra I'd purchased with hard earnings out of his way and rubbed her breasts, taking her nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers, pulling them lightly. Then he twisted them harder, making her gasp. In her ear, he says, "You need to be fucked like you've never been fucked before." 

"Oh, yes," she moaned. 

"What woman can be satisfied with a small cock?" 

"I don't know," she said, her voice sounding slightly hoarse. She turned around and he didn't waste any time in unsnapping and unfastening her bra. Buying her a front-clasp bra, I'd unknowingly made it easy for him, making me want to scream with fury. When he opens and drops his pants, I see he wasn't wearing any underwear. 

He sat her on the bed, so his huge penis was dangling there, right before her eyes. She gasped again and exclaimed, "I don't know if I can take it." 

My point exactly! 

"Don't worry, baby. Mouths and pussies stretch to accommodate whatever they need to take in. So do anuses." 

She looked up at him, obviously startled. "I've never done anal. I'm not going to." 

Kneeling at her feet, he reached forward and rubbed the flesh just above her stockings. "Not to worry, baby." He teased the gusset of her panties, which was dark with her wetness. He leaned forward and kissed her pussy through the damp fabric. 

I'd never thought to do that, but Sarah seemed to like it. 

She watched as he pulled the gusset aside and rammed his tongue into the vaginal opening, causing her to throw her head back in ecstasy. 

After a few minutes, he removed his tongue, her juices covering his face. Easily, he pushed a finger into her vagina, sliding it in and out, in and out. Soon, his fingers were dripping wet and he inserted another finger. 

I realize he was stretching her for his monster cock. 

His two fingers thoroughly juiced, he attacked her clitoris with his tongue. 

She arched off the bed, a stream of filthy words I'd never heard her utter now flowing freely from her mouth. I feel disgusted that I'd never made her lose control like that. Suddenly, she had an orgasm and I can see her pussy clamping onto his fingers. She shuddered with pleasure, but he didn't stop his very organized, very intense, systematic assault on her senses. 

When Sarah's pussy contracts in orgasm, I've always had to use lube to get back inside her if I wasn't finished, so I'm shocked and bewildered that Harry was able to begin moving his fingers inside her with little or no resistance. 

Overwhelmed by a number of sensations and emotions, I suddenly become aware that my cock is as hard as steel in my pants. Noticing my condition, I hear Harry chuckle beside me. My attention is drawn back to the tape when I hear Sarah cry out weakly. 

Harry was stilling eating her out, now plunging three fingers in and out of her pussy. A sheen of perspiration covered her entire body, soaking her stocking and garter belt—even the bed. 

Twisting his hand, he pressed on—what I assume was—her G-spot, which I've never been able to find. Almost immediately, she had another orgasm, greater than any she'd had before. And then another. Fluid seeping from her coated his hand and the bed. 

Harry then stood, his penis looking huge, red, angry, and wicked. 

Feeling Harry place the head of his penis at her vaginal opening, Sarah recovered enough to pull herself up on her elbows so she could watch his penetration. 

"Oh my God," she gasped with both wonder and fear. 

Pushing against her labia, his cock slipped into it's opening, but just a little bit—maybe a quarter of an inch—making Sarah grimace and groan. 

Sure he was hurting her, I say, "She'll never take it." 

Next to me, Harry issues as sharp, "Ha!" 

Back on the tape, Harry pulled out and rubbed his glans up and down her slit, spreading her juices. He tried entering her again and this time, the entire head slid past her protective lips. Still grimacing, Sarah's face took on a look of concentration I'd never seen on any human's face before. 

Harry stood still, I guess allowing her to become accustomed to his size. As she began to relax, he slowly pushed his greatness into her, a half-inch at a time. Three inches buried inside her, there were still another five to go. It is both horrible and beautiful to watch. I feel sorry for the bitch's pain, but she deserved it. 

In just a few minutes, Sarah began moving with him a little, fucking back at him as though she were beginning to enjoy it. He started moving in and out of her, an inch in, an inch out, and an inch back in again. They soon developed a rhythm only they understood, another inch of his huge cock penetrating her. 

With four more inches to go, I know it would have been impossible for him to push all eight inches inside her. After all, the vagina is only five inches deep—maybe five and a half after childbirth. He'd kill her. 

To my amazement, another inch slipped inside Sarah, filling her with five hard inches of cock. 

My God, I can't believe this. I want to run, to stay, to cry, to scream—to masturbate—but I do none of these things. It takes more restraint than I knew I had not to rub the erection in my pants. Six inches in length, I've never been ashamed of my penis, especially since I've never been able to completely penetrate Sarah. But seeing the girth of this man—this freak of nature—I feel inferior. 

Another half-inch going in, Sarah was actively fucking back at him now. Seemingly in no hurry, Harry paced himself. Plunging in and out, he pulls out until only the tip remains inside her and then slams back into her depths. 

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," she grunted deliriously. "Shit, oh, fuck. Give it to me. Give it all to me." 

Had she gone mad? They were really fucking now, rhythmically, beautifully, erotically . . . sweat dripping from their bodies. 

"Oh, God," she screamed. "I'm coming again." Lying on top of her, Harry hammered away at her, probably rubbing the bulk of his penis against her clitoris. After a minute of this, she had one climax after another, experiencing several long minutes of the most incredible orgasms I've ever seen her have. Finally calm, she laid there with her eyes half-closed and watched him fill her up. 

"Give it to me," I murmured. A little stronger, she said, "Give me all your cum!" Then she began chanting it. "Give me your cum, give me you cum." Somehow she regained enough energy to wrap her legs around his buttocks. Harry tensed and I know he was filling my wife with his seed. He screamed, "I'm cumming! Yeah. 'm cumming in you, slut!" 

Showing no reaction to the vulgar word, Sarah came with him again and again as his seed pumped into her. After a few minutes, Harry rolled off her and she collapsed in a puddle of perspiration. 

I watch his cock slide out of her and see the flood of his cum pouring out of her onto the bed. Relieved it is over, I almost scream at Harry, but I don't. I'm about to turn off my pen- cam when I realize the tape isn't over, not by a long shot—it has only just begun. 

PART FOUR 

Sitting next to me, Harry takes a sip of his drink and remembering mine, I do the same. 

On the tape, Sarah and Harry were sitting up on the mattress. She peeled her ruined stockings off and threw them towards the chair with the rest of her clothing. She repeated the action with her garter. 

Absently, I wonder when I'd last seen that underwear. 

A moment later, Sarah bent over and took Harry's sticky, nearly wilted cock into her mouth. Worshiping his cock, she kissed it, licked it, and sucked it like she wanted to devour it. 

Needing it desperately, I take another swig of bourbon. 

On the tape, they were still sitting side by side on the sticky mattress. Harry's dick had been limp for a few minutes, but it hadn't wilted much in size. I'm surprised she could take so much of him in her mouth. Where was she putting? It had to be in her throat. 

His recovery time was amazing. In no time at all, life flooded back into his dick and it was as hard, angry, red, and vicious as before. 

I can hear a whispering sound and realize Harry was talking to Sarah as she gave him head. I have to listen closely, but stop myself from leaning forward, so the pen-cam doesn't lose its line of sight. 

"So, how'd you like that, baby?" 

Releasing his cock from her mouth, she smiled sexily, if a little weakly. "I loved it." She sounded quite serious and gave the head of his cock another kiss. 

"Would you say he has earned your praise?" 

Perfectly relaxed and smiling, it's obvious she'd begun to recover. She kissed his cock again and said, 

"Him? Sure. Anything this boy wants, Harry, he can have. He's earned it." 

"Anything?" She bowed her head, kissing the tip, yet again. "Sure, anything." 

Smiling lecherously, he said, "That's good to know." 

You can see her lips curved into a smile, even though she had the head of his penis back in her mouth. 

"Come up here," he commanded, lying back on the mattress. She released his penis and moved up so she was lying beside him. As he began playing with her, touching here and touching her there, I'm amazed at my wife's recovery. He pushed her onto her stomach, grabbed a bottle of oil from the bedside table, and began to massage her. He worked over her arms, hands, feet, and legs before turning her onto her back and repeating the process, spending a great deal of time on her breasts, but avoiding her nipples. His huge penis waiting at attention, he circled and circled around her nipples until Sarah was moaning and writhing beneath him. She arched her back when he finally captured her nipples, pinching, rubbing, pulling, and stretching them. Then he took each of them into his mouth and sucked them until they were taught and erect. 

I can hear Sarah's heavy breathing as Harry moved away. 

Continuing his massage, he rubbed her feet, calves, and thighs, working his way up to her pelvis where his fingers touched her vulva in glancing movements. 

Unable to stop moving, she said, "Please, Harry." 

Smiling, he began fingering her with his thumb, occasionally rubbing her clit, making her cry out and arch her back even more. Soon he had three fingers in her again, giving her another G-spot induced orgasm. 




Surprise!



Almost fainting, she literally shook the bed this time with the power of her screaming orgasm. 

After turning her onto her stomach, Harry took the oil and started rubbed her buttocks, inching his way down her crack to stroke her anus, trying to put his finger in it. 

Snapping to attention, she yelled, "No, not that." 

Leaning over, he looked her directly in the eyes. "You said he could have anything he wanted, didn't you?" 

"Oh God, yes, I did. But not that." 

"Okay," he said with a seemingly casual shrug. He rose and went into the bathroom. 

After a few minutes, Sarah rolled over and sat up. Wearing a perplexed expression, she looked upset and it is obvious that she wanted Harry to come back so she could satisfy him. 

Eventually, he came back, smiled at her, and began putting on his clothes. 

"What are you doing?" Sarah asked, looking blown away. 

"I'm getting dressed." 

"Don't you want to cum, Harry? You've certainly given me enough orgasms," she said, smiling bewitching. "I feel I owe you one more." 

"Don't worry your head about it, Sarah. Why don't you get dressed, go home, and wait for your husband?" Dismissing her, he turned and finished dressing, sitting down to put on his socks. 

"What's the matter with you? What did I do wrong?" she asked plaintively. 

He shrugged, grabbed his shoes, and began to slip them on his feet. 

"Come on, Harry," she pleaded. "Talk to me." I can't believe her. Harry picked up her clothing and took it to her. When she refused to take it, he threw it on the bed, just higher than the large cum stain. 

"Look, babe, I didn't come asking for this, you know. You came on to me." Mimicking her high-pitched voice, he whined, "I'm so lonely. My husband is a limp dick." 

That bitch. That dirty bitch. I glance at Harry to see him smirking. I want to stand up and kick the shit out of this smiling bastard but the video pulls me back into it and I’m lost again staring at my wife rutting with this bastard. 

"I did not say that, Harry, and yoiu know it." 

Returning to his normal voice, Harry said, "If you want to treat me like you must treat your husband, Baby, you've got another thing coming. I don't just do missionary." Once again, he turned away from her. Behind him, 

Sarah whined, "I don't know what you mean." 

He smiled to himself, but quickly wiped it off his face before he turned back to her. "It's all about variety, sweetheart. Variety is the name of the game. I don't like to be bored." 

That got her angry. "Bored? You're bored with me?" 

"Yeah," he said and walked away from her. 

"Get dressed. You're going to have to leave. I need a real woman in here, you know?" 

She was obviously shocked and unsure of herself. Was he questioning her femininity? Why didn't she just get dressed and get out of there? 

Instead, she called out to him. "Are you telling me that I'm so unfeminine that you're going to have to find another woman to satisfy your need for variety?" 

Facing her, his smile was so disingenuous I can't believe she didn't know what he was doing. 

"What the hell is wrong with that? I didn't say you weren't feminine—I just need more." He turned his back on her once again. 

"Anal sex is what you're talking about." 

Even though he was smiling, he stated angrily, "You got that straight, lady." 

"I've never done that. It's dirty and it would hurt. I know it would hurt." 

He swung around. "Ah, the voice of experience." 

"Will you stop being nasty," she pleaded. "Just for a few minutes?" 

He stared at her for a moment before his face softened. "Sure. It's not your fault. You're a housewife, a mother for God's sake. Why am I taking it out on you?" 

So she was a mother. The girl.

"Talk to me, will you? Tell me about it. You've obviously done it with other women. It has always been a fear of mine. Just talk to me. I'm not unreasonable." 

"Okay, then, I will—as well as I can. Have I done it before? Yes, many times. Some of the women I've been with love it. Some say it hurts for a little while, but not bad and then the pain goes away. I have to admit," he said, smiling at her, "I've never been on the receiving end." 

"All women don't think it hurts?" 

"If they do, they like the pain. From what I understand, it's just the same as having their nipples pulled. Is that pain?" 

"Well, yes, but I like that. It's just a little pain and it makes the pleasure more intense." 

"Exactly!" She looked at him for a long moment. "Will you stop and pull out if it hurts too much?" 

"As long as you're fair and just give it a chance."

Harry began to undress as she bites her lip, obviously unsure. But then, as that huge member came again into view as he droped his pants and shorts, she said, "Okay, Harry. We'll try it." 

I don't know how many times I've tried to have anal sex with my wife, but she'd never even consider it and my penis is much smaller than Harry's. I glance at him. Not limp goddamnit. Just smaller. It really pisses me off! 

On the tape Harry sat on the bed beside her and removed his shoes and socks, and he began to talk soothingly to Sarah, "okay, babe, turn over and just relax. The first thing we have to do is prepare you. Your fear probably comes from your asshole husband trying it without preparing you." 

"I've never let him try," she mumbles into the bed sheet. 

"Now just relax," he said as he coated his hand in oil. He rubbed the oil into her buttocks and into her crack. At first, she tensed when he stoked her anus, but you could see her visibly relax. 

I never would have believed it, if I weren't seeing it for myself. 

He inserted his index finger and she tensed, but soon relaxed again. 

After a moment, he asked, "Does it hurt, baby?" 

"No, not yet," she mumbled. He worked his finger in and out for a long time, occasionally adding more oil. 

Once her anus loosened around his finger, he inserted another finger, adding more oil, working his fingers in and out, in and out. 

"Are you okay, sugar?" 

"Uh huh," she muttered. 

It wasn't long before he had three fingers in her. From the night table, he pulled a long, two-inch wide dildo. He oiled it up, removed his fingers, and replaced them with the dildo, sliding it in and out, again and again. 

"Okay, baby?" 

"Oh, yeah. That feels okay." 

"Good." Removing that dildo, he pulled out a vibrating dildo, oiled it liberally, and inserted it. This dildo had to have been three inches wide and eight inches long—just as long as he was, but not as wide. She tensed for a moment as he rotated it inside her, but eventually relaxed and he began plunging the instrument into her. 

My penis is painfully hard, but I don't want to embarrass myself, so I resist touching it. 

I hear her groan with each plunge and wonder if he's hurting her? 

"How does that feel, baby?" 

"I feel the . . . vibrations . . . all over. In . . . my . . . clitoris. Everywhere." 

With that drawn out statement, I realize I'm totally off base. Those weren't groans of pain. They were groans of ecstasy. She was getting off on this. 

"Oh yeah," she moaned into a pillow, which she'd pulled down to bury her face in. 

"Oh yeah." "Oh yeah?" Harry chuckled. 

"It's so all-encompassing," she said. 

"I know, baby, I know." Increasing the vibrating speed of the dildo, he reached under her and started rubbing her clitoris. 

"Oh, shit," she groaned, bucking and shuddering as another orgasm hit her, quickly followed by another—much to my disbelief. 

With her lying on the bed like a wet dishrag, he lowered the speed of the dildo and left it in her while he oiled his monstrous penis. 

The light from the bedside lamp reflected off of it, making it glisten evilly. It reflected off her, making her glisten 'slut'. 

As he removed the vibrator, she didn't move or say a word, causing me to wonder if she'd passed out. Her anus gaped emptily, but not for long. 

Harry pulled her legs further apart and placed the other pillow from the head of the bed under her pelvis, raising her buttocks. Her ass was now elevated, gaping, and waiting to be filled. Harry retrieved a butterfly vibrator from the night table and strapped it onto her so it touched her clitoris. He turned it on and Sarah began humping her hips. 

Slowly, he entered her ass. She moaned, but I can't tell if it's from pain or pleasure, but it tells me she was definitely awake and aware. She groaned and continued humping against the butterfly as the head of his penis passed her sphincter. 

Waiting for her to adjust to his girth, Harry was both gentle and patient. 

He slid in another inch and waited, then another inch and waited, until he was completely buried in her ass—all eight inches—or whatever the hell he measured. Adding more oil every so often, he began leisurely pumping. 

"How are you doing, baby?" he asked her through gritted teeth. 

"I don't . . . know . . . Harry. It hurts . . . kinda . . . like the nip . . . ples . . . but . . . more and . . . it . . . feels won . . . der . . . ful too. I . . . had no . . . idea." 

It might've taken her a long time to get it out, but he clearly understood—and so did I. 

He pounded her asshole, using the same technique he used while fucking her pussy, just leaving the head inside her as he pull out, and then slamming all the way back in. 

Into the pillow, Sarah moaned, "So . . . full." 

Within minutes, the butterfly must have done its job, because she began coming over and over again. She pushed back against his invading member with enough force to rock him backward slightly as she shuddered and shook. 

His face red and grimacing, it is easy to see Harry's climax was fast approaching. I see his sack clench and his buttocks tighten. He plunged one last time and came into her rectum, again and again. 

When it was over, they lay there on the bed, panting and sweating. Finally, he moved off her and collapsed beside her. 

She turned to him and said, "Turn the damn butterfly off, please." 

Reaching over, he turned it off and she slumped in relief. "THE END," flashes on the screen briefly before the screen turns to snow. 

I sit there in stunned silence for a moment before I finally ask, "How many women have you done this to? Anal? The videotape?" 

"Dozens," he says. "They love it. They just don't know it." 

Standing, I surreptitiously turn off the pen-cam, wondering if I can quickly snatch the tape and make a run for it. It doesn't seem likely. 

I ask him, “did you ever do Sarah again?” 

“No,” he admitted. I called her a couple of times, when I was going to be in town, and she always said no thanks, and that was that. But, then, I see her here. Man, she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever had. I’ve got to have her, just one more time.” 

Harry's phone rings, startling both of us. He crosses and answers it. He listens and then a huge smile spreads across his face. "Hey, baby. How are you?" He pauses. "Oh, no, I know I must have embarrassed you. I knew you wouldn't treat me that way if you didn't have people with you." 

He listens again, then says, "Yeah, sure, I'd like that. What? A half-hour? Yeah, I just need to get undressed." 

Laughing, he hangs up and looks at me. "Guess who?" 

How am I going to stop this? How could she do this to me? Again, I remind myself. If I get out of here, and intercept her, then maybe . . . 

Getting serious, he says, "You'd better get the hell out of here, Brad. It would be embarrassing if you were here when she arrives—bring a friend and all." 

Moving toward the door, I say, "Yeah, you're right. Thanks for the entertainment." 

"A pleasure," he says. 

I'm about to leave the room headed for the door when he's interrupted by a light knock on the door. Delaying my exit, I go back to the sofa and sit. 

There is a louder knock. "Yeah?" he calls nervously as he crosses to the door. "Who is it?" 

There is a mumbled response, which I can't make out. 

"Wait just a second, babe?" 

Rushing to me, he says, "Get in that closet, man, and don't you come out of there for hell or high water.” He pushes me into the closet. I turn my head and see his smiling face, “I'm going to treat you to the greatest show on earth." 

He closes the door on me. Through the slats on the door, I can see most of the living room, some of the bedroom, and the bed. I'm horrified that I might actually have to watch my wife get fucked by this animal, but I switch on the pen-cam, hoping the VCR didn't shut off before. I watch Harry rush to the door and open it. 

Sarah, looking as beautiful as ever, enters pulling off a pair of gloves. She is still wearing the same slacks and blouse we’d had lunch in, and she’d gone shopping in. Why is she wearing gloves? It's not cold out. 

"Couldn't wait, huh, sweetheart?" Harry preens. 

Sarah walks to the living and sits on the couch where I can only see the back of her head. 

Harry sits down beside her, but I can see his face because he's looking at her. Leaning over, he tries to kiss her, but she turns head away. Shocked, he sits back and she turns back to him.

"You are a most embarrassing problem, Harry." 

Having thought she was going to be a pushover, he's obviously stunned that things don't seem to be working out the way he thought they would. 

"I want the tape you have of us, Harry. I want it and every copy you made. No one's ever going to see that tape ever again." 

"Hey, baby, what's gotten into you? What tape?" 

"You know what tape. The tape of us fucking in that dirty little hotel room. I suppose you had a camera hidden somewhere in that squalid hole in the wall. It's humiliating and degrading and I want it." 

Smiling, he says, "Honey! Baby! I wouldn't do something like that. You've got me all wrong. Maybe you've confused me with one of your other lovers." 

She reaches over and slaps him. Hard. 

Instinctively, I touch my own cheek as if she'd hit me. 

Looking frightened, Harry pulls back even further and I see that my wife is holding a smaller derringer in her hand, aiming it right at his midriff. 

Where the hell did she get that damn thing? 

"In case you didn't noticed, I took off my gloves when I came in, after buzzing you doorbell. I haven't touched anything except your face and this weapon. I can wipe off your face after I shoot your conniving ass. I think I'd enjoy that. And since no one knows I'm here, I can pretty much leave your body for the maid to find. I'd say you have no chance of being remembered, much less being revenged. Now, give me the tapes, Harry." 

Harry slowly rises and moves to the VCR. He removes the tape and turns to her. "It ain't

rewound." She laughs. "I don't care about that. I only care who's seen it. Where are the copies?" 

Handing her the tape, he says, "There are no copies. I never got around to making more." 

"You're lying." 

"I'm not," he says cringing. "I should have taken the time to copy it, but I didn't." 

"You slimy bastard. You'd better not be lying to me, Harry." 

Looking her up and down, he says, "You wouldn't really shoot me, would you?" 

"Try me." 

From what I can tell, she really means what she says. 

She stands and walks to the door, keeping the small weapon trained on Harry. She pulls her right glove from her pocket and transferring the weapon to her left hand, she uses the glove to open the door. 

Harry asks, "You sure you don't want a goodbye fuck?" 

Turning back to him, she gives him the coldest look I've ever seen. "Fuck off." Then she opens the door and leaves, slamming the door shut behind her. 

Choking with fright, Harry runs over and jerks open the closet door. 

"Do you believe that?" I don't believe any of it. 

I ask, "you do have more copies of the tape, don't you?" 

"No, dammit. I always meant to make another copy, but I never got around to it. She's one lucky bitch. If you hadn't see all of this, you'd never have believed it, would you?" 

"No, I'm not sure I do even though I did see it." 

I'm relieved he doesn't have a copy. Only I have one—I hope—and no one knows about it. 

Harry crosses to the bar and pours himself a stiff drink. "Want one?" 

"No," I tell him. "I'd better get going. Lynn will be back soon." 

"Yeah," he mutters, flopping down onto the sofa. 

I cross to the door and let myself out. What do I do now? How did this turn of events happen and upset Harry’s applecart. Where did Sarah go? I’d better find her. 

PART FIVE 

At the hotel, I find Sarah sitting on the couch in out room. The liquor cabinet's seal has been broken and she is drinking what looks like her second straight vodka. 

When I enter the room, she rises and runs into my arms. Burying her face in my shoulder, she shudders—a much different shudder than the orgasmic ones I'd just witnessed on that videotape. 

Holding her away from me at arm's length, I ask, "What's wrong Sarah?" 

Tears streaming down her face, she looks like she's going to unload all her sins, but she doesn't. She sniffs and wipes her tearstained face with the back of her hand. I give her my handkerchief and she smiles, using it to wipe her face. Needing to catch up to her, I walk over to the bar and fix myself a straight bourbon. 

Sarah sniffs one last time and says, "I just had a bad day at the conference and then I came home and you weren't here. I just wanted you to hold me." She comes into my arms again and I have to switch my bourbon to the other hands to keep it from spilling. 

I almost confront her with what I know and the lies, but then I realize I better not. I'm not even sure if the pen-cam worked and I'd prefer to have proof when I confront her. So instead, I comfort her. 

"It's all right, honey, I'm here now." Finally pulling away, she crosses back to the couch, picks up her vodka, and faces me. 

"Will you put some ice and tonic in this for me?" 

Walking to her and accepting her glass, thinking some ice on this situation is exactly what it needs, I carefully examine her face for any signs of an impending confession, but I don't see any. There's no guilt and no sorrow. I take her glass over to the small kitchenette area and add ice and tonic to the vodka already in her glass. I wonder where she's put the derringer. After placing ice cubes into her glass, I carry the refreshed drink to my love—the bitch! 

"Thank you," she says, accepting the drink. 

I sit on a chair across from her where I can look into her eyes and gaze at her lying-by- omission face. Having been married to the woman for seven years, I never suspected she could put up such a front. I decide I won't confront her until we are home. That'll give me time to check the tape I made and make sure it's the real goods. I've never used the device at such a range before—seven blocks—and have no idea if it worked. In addition, I need to rethink my own psyche. Why did I get an errection watching my wife fuck that monster? 

"So what upset you, Sarah?" 

Even though she'd had time to think about it, she still hesitates. "Oh, it was nothing. Somebody just hurt my feelings." 

"Anyone I know?" 

"No, just some man I ran into, you wouldn't know him." 

Don't I?

Polishing off her drink, she looks up at me with her wet eyes. 

"Hungry?" 

"Sure," I say, even though food is the last thing on mind. "I can eat." 

She puts her empty glass on the coffee table, stands, and heads for the bathroom. 

"Finish your drink while I repair my make up and then we'll go eat." 

She goes into the bathroom and I smile humorlessly at the thought that there are no microphones in the one. 

* * * 

As far as I could tell, he rest of our time in New York went well. On Tuesday, while Sarah and Lynn were in their meetings, I packed the raw videotape very carefully in my bag of tricks, since Sarah never bothered with my toys—as she calls them. Fortunately, I got some images, but it needed editing. 




Surprise!



She saw him lying there naked on the bed and knew she could never resist him, he was handsome and loving and that was all she had ever really wanted in a man. He was the one for her and that was all that really mattered. She just pulled off her knickers before crawling across the double bed to him. He smiled at her, his head propped up against a pillow of their bed's. She smiled back at her, pleasure beginning to fill her and move down her body to her groin where she was sure she could already feeling her becoming wet, in readiness to accept him. She stretched herself across his naked body. His hands moved to the edge of her short dress and moved up the back of her thighs, which lay, between his own legs. They ran up to her buttocks and gave them a playful pinch. In her ear he murmured, "I have a surprise for you my love."

"What?" she looked interested and excited at the same time. He smiled, "Later, once we have finished."

She pouted for a moment but then his free hand was trying to find her breast but her dress was in the way. He said softly, "Take it off Bea."

She smiled at him, teasing him, "Took your time noticing didn't you."

He nodded, "Distracted by your looks at first."

"That's alright then." She knelt back and drew her dress off, leaving her only in her bra, not a fancy one since she hadn't expected him to be waiting for her. He added, "And the bra, just a waste of material I think."

"That's a man for you." She smiled and kissed him on the nose lovingly as she undid her bra one handed, "Anything else your Majesty wishes of me."

"Just fuck me."

"Of course, anything you wish. I hope this surprise will be good." She could already feel his cock hardening beneath her.

"It will be, it will be." He smiled knowingly at her and then drew her face down to his to give it a loving kiss. 

She was the best woman in bed he had ever known, expect he always ran out of steam before her and it had always annoyed him until she had remarked she wouldn't mind trying out his best friend. It had only been conversation at the time and he hadn't thought much of it since he knew she was devoted to him, wanting only him and was even engaged to him. It had kept coming back and then he found his best friend was attracted to his Bea as well, though he didn't want to take her, just wanted to see whether she was as brilliant as Gary had always said she was if he had drunk one too many. The perfect opportunity had finally arrived and he wasn't going to see it wasted.

He moved his kiss down on to her neck and she arched her neck upwards so he had easy access to it. The soft kisses moved to her chest and to her breasts. She drew back then, "Let me love you today Gary."

"If you want." He replied with a smile of pleasure. She bent over him and kissed his chest. She moved her head to one side and with her tongue circled his right nipple and then his left. He moaned, she always knew what he wanted and once again she had it in one. She moved her lips down his kiss, over his tummy-button and then to his cock. Before she had even touched it he arched his back. She pushed him back down with a hand on his stomach and then took soft hold of his penis and drew her hand up and down it, feeling it's hotness in her hand. She bent her head and then teased the head of his cock with her tongue. He moaned again as the pleasure of it rushed through his body.

His hands went to her back and down to her bottom and he drew her closer to him. Knowing that he was finally ready and before he released himself in her mouth she lowered herself on to his stiff cock. She leant over him as she drew herself up and down it, her pert breasts rubbing against his chest setting him aflame as much as she had when she had taken hold of his dick. Wanting some control over how he was satisfied he pushed her hard on to his penis, for once he wanted all of her. She moaned in her own pleasure though she wasn't close to getting an orgasm. Feeling him growing soft inside her she lifted herself off him and then lay by his side and gasped, "Some what's this surprise?"

"Coming." He replied with his eyes closed and then opening them he climbed off the bed, "I'm just going to the toilet and then your surprise should arrive."

She looked confused, "What do you mean?"

"You'll soon see." He smiled mysteriously and then padded across the carpet to the bathroom.

As he entered the bathroom his naked best friend appeared coming out of it. She stared at him in shock and then smiled, she was to have Richard as well. Having been peering through the crack between door and doorframe and watching his cock was already half erect. He smiled at her and then crossed to the bed and got on. She looked at him as he knelt over her and fumbled with a breast for a moment before he realised it really was happening, he was having Bea, he was going to be the one to make her reach her orgasm without having to wait for Gary to recover.

Making himself calm down he touched her breast more lovingly while his lips ran over her other. She wasn't bothered by what he was doing, since all she really wanted was to be taken to a new height, but if it made Richard harder than he could play at loving her. She ran her hands down his smooth back and cupped his buttocks in her hands. She mumbled, "Forgot the breasts Richard I feel you don't really care for them. Just go straight for it, or should I?"

He realised that perhaps he wasn't being at his best and feeling that Bea would be better he said, "You do it?"

She smiled with pleasure and drew her fingers down her front while he knelt watching her, his breathing growing faster. She entered herself with her fingers, rubbing herself to excite her anewed.

He withdrew her fingers and then placed then softly in his mouth, tasting her wetness. She took her fingers from his gentle hold and with both hands took hold of his head and guided it to her stomach where he kissed it and then moved straight to her opening, his tongue flickering in and out of her opening and its lips. She moaned and for once felt herself arching upwards without her having to make herself do so for Gary's sake.

She found his hard cock and played with it, feeling it's weight in her hands before guiding it between her legs. He pushed into her, bracing himself by placing his hands on either side of her head. She lay there smiling up at him but he began to fail even before Gary would have finished and she hadn't reached her orgasm and began to feel disappointed.

Gary saw his best friend failing and since he had been roused up again by watching his best friend moving over Bea, and he stroking his own cock had it hard again, he pushed Richard to one side, who was thankful to be allowed to regain his composure, not believing he had failed after less than a minute. Gary took over and rammed hard into his fiancée and she moaned and arched her back making him go further into her. She was smiling with pure pleasure though her eyes were closed but he couldn't see her anyway.

She was exploding with her pleasure, in complete ecstasy at what was happening to her finally. She moaned and cried out, "Gary! Gary!"

He pushed harder into her, taking pleasure from it as well. Her hands were around his bottom and pushing him in, wanting as much of him inside her as she could get. She knew she could take all of him, it was normally him who held back, but for once she loved the fact he wasn't doing so.

As both reached a climax, together, he dropped on to her and lay there gasping for breath. She gasped as well. She opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her and smiled, "Thank you... I only want you though so don't worry."

"Thank you." He smiled. As both looked into the other's eyes lovingly they forgot completely that Richard was there. He was slipping away, feeling angry within himself that he hadn't lasted as long as he normally did. He felt embarrassed as well, fearing his best friend may make fun of him later in the day. Having seen the look that had passed to each lovebird he knew that they were a couple and nothing was going to break them up, so what if their orgasms happened at different times, they would always find a way to deal with it, they were in love and that was what mattered most.



Surprise!



I came home from work early and saw my wife Sarah's car in the driveway. I guessed that she had come home early too. I was happy to get some extra time with her, so I moved quickly into the house, expecting to find her in the living room with a glass of wine. No luck. So, I dropped my laptop bag on the chair and undid my tie as I made my way up the steps. 

I heard music coming from our bedroom, so I took the opportunity to sneak down the hall to hopefully catch her off guard. I was horny as hell, and I knew she wouldn't say no if I plain-out attacked her. She loved me jumping on her and taking her by surprise. Dirty thoughts ran through my head as I tip toed closer. Hopefully, she might even be in the shower.

As I neared the door, I smelled the distinct odor of weed. Even better! She was always horny when she got stoned! I thought of putting my arms around her tiny frame and biting the back of her neck. She would moan and turn in my grasp to kiss me deeply. I grew hard just thinking about it!

My anticipation died when I arrived at the door. I heard voices inside. They were hushed, so I wasn't sure if it was a male or female companion within. Was she cheating? My throat tightened up a bit at the thought. Five years of monogamy. I had sacrificed my college lifestyle to be with her and her only. Our house was very old with those old-fashioned doors, so it was a possibility for me to peak in through the keyhole.

Creeping down to my knees, I nervously looked in. Despair turned to relief when I saw her lounging on the bed with her sister Chloe. Relief turned into dirty thoughts as I realized that I could spy up Chloe's loose jogging shorts, although what lay within was still in shadow. Chloe was 23, four years younger than Sarah. She was an athletic little girl, brunette like Sarah, but possessing the most adorably innocent face. My wife was pretty, but her face was very different. Hers was more angular and regal. How I ended up with such a pretty woman was still beyond me. Oh, but sweet little Chloe would be forever out of reach. She was cute when I had first met her, but now she was a young woman.

Chloe stretched as Sarah offered her the bong we had kept from our party days. She turned slightly to her side as she took a hit. That's when I saw the prize. Chloe's sweet little pussy was revealed to me in all its stunning glory. It was, of course, shaved clean like all the ladies her age. It looked tight and compact, just a thin slit like Sarah's. I felt my cock harden and my mouth water. If given the chance, I wasn't sure if I would fuck her first or go down on her. 

As Sarah came into view, I noticed that she had one of my tee shirts on without shorts. Her little pink panties curved tightly around her bottom, hugging her tightly. This was absolutely fantastic! Gazing upon two gorgeous sisters was almost too much for me to handle.

Chloe coughed as she exhaled and rubbed her tight little tummy gently as she lay back on the bed.

She spread her legs wide as her feet dangled over the bed, allowing me a better view of her pussy. It looked like it was glistening in the light. I grunted involuntarily, immediately feeling a surge of fear at getting caught.

I started to leave as I heard Sarah stir in the room, but stopped with relief as she headed for the adjoining bathroom and not the bedroom door. This is when it became interesting. Chloe, upon hearing the bathroom door shut, began to slowly guide her hand over her silky jogging shorts. She used her other hand to rub her perky little breasts; gently working on each nipple to make them hard. 

Over the music, I heard the shower start. Sarah could be in there a while and Chloe knew it. She began to rub at her mound, slowly at first, working the smooth fabric of her shorts over her labia. I watched in awe as her little body began to writhe with pleasure. My cock was pushing at my pants, begging to be sprung from within. I adjusted it, hoping to keep pre-cum from spotting myself up. Chloe gently slid her over to a pillow and propped her head up on it. Her eyes were glazed over from the weed and sexual desire. I could have saworn that she was looking through the keyhole at me as she let out a slightly-louder moan. 

Her finger found her clit. She worked on it, sliding it over herself gently, then pushing on it with a bit more pressure. God, how I wished I was that finger of hers; how I wished I was between her thighs licking her to orgasm! She put her finger into her pussy to collect her juices. Bringing it back up to her clit, she glazed it and began to circle it furiously. I saw her feet twitch and her toes curl as she approached orgasm. I felt myself breathe heavier as she worked harder and faster on herself. 

She arched her back and bucked her hips as she began to fuck herself with her other hand; sticking several fingers deep inside her pink folds. Her wetness glistened in the light, driving me crazy with desire. Her orgasm washed over her. She gasped and gripped herself between her legs with both hands. She rubbed at her clit and opened her mouth, letting a moan out of her inviting lips. She came and came, shivering with delight as she peaked harder. I almost joined in her orgasm as I fought to keep control of my cock. I was so fucking hot for her! 

She fell back on the bed, calm with her sexual release. She smiled and pulled up her shirt, wiping her wet hands on her tummy. All I could think of was licking that off of her as I guided myself deep inside her pussy. I wanted to fuck my wife's sister to pieces; right here, right now!

Then she lifted her head up and smiled directly at me with a glazed look of happiness. She knew I was there. I was caught. She smiled at me wider, waved daintily, and blew me a kiss. With a thud, her head returned to the pillow. 

Now what the hell was I supposed to do? Was I going to pretend that I hadn't witnessed this amazing display? Hopefully, she was too high to remember. I hoped I was in the clear.

"See anything good in there?" Sarah's voice said in my ear, rattling the shit out of me.

I looked up to see her wrapped in a towel, standing in the doorway of the bathroom's other door; the one that opened up into the hallway. I was busted. What the hell was I supposed to say? I relied on honesty in our relationship, and I cherished openness as much as she did. What did I have to lose if I told her the truth?

"Honestly, hun, I was watching you sister masturbate. I'm sorry, but it was hot. I couldn't help myself. I think she saw me, though," I said as I stood to face her.

"No shit," she said after a long pause.

She turned and walked into the bathroom as if nothing had happened. Just when I thought that she might be too stoned to comprehend me, she looked over her shoulder with a fucking end-all sexy look and let the towel slip to the floor. She began to close the door slowly as she motioned with her finger for me to join her.

As I entered, she grabbed me and pulled me tight into her wet, naked body. She smelled like pears and flowers; her body wash strong and inviting. She looked deep into my eyes with a burning lust that I hadn't seen in a long time. Our sex life was amazing, but this was like the old days when we first got together. 

Her mouth opened and she kissed me deep and passionately. Her one hand grabbed the nape of my neck as the other grabbed my cock. I almost came in my pants from all the excitement as she ravaged my mouth with her tongue. It curled and snaked its way around inside me as she unzipped me. Her flesh was warm from the shower as it slid against me in the process of getting my bare cock into her hand.

"I'm going to get you off so you'll last later. You've been dying for this, Jack. I've always known you had a thing for Chloe. This is your reward for your honesty about it," She said as she began to stroke me.

Her moist breasts rubbed against my cock as she bent down and pulled me closer. Her hand was smooth and gentle, keeping me from releasing too soon. Sarah knew my body like a sculptor. She knew every single little thing to make anything sexual an absolute treat. She was on fire, though. Her face was lit with passion as she collected her own pussy juices in her hand and worked over my shaft with it. She knew that drove me crazy.

"Like that Michael? You like it when I use my juices on you?" She asked me as she winked up at me.

"Yeah. Oh, God, you know I do!" I gasped.

She moved my cock between her breasts as I began to buck my hips. Her warmth was unbelievable! I was close to coming and she knew it. She stopped suddenly and sat on the sink.

"Come in me, baby," she said as she spread her legs wide for me.

Her pussy was just like Chloe's. It was uncanny. I stared at it for a second, suddenly realizing that she was shaved bald like her sister was.

"That's new," I gasped.

"Like it?" she said as she began to rub her clit.

"Oh my God, of course," I said as I closed in on her.

"Is this what it looked like when Chloe was touching herself?" she asked with a sly look in her eyes.

I was stunned for a second.

"What?"

"Well, Michael is it?" she said.

"Well, yes, it is. Why are you acting like this, huh? Revenge?" I asked, hurt.

"No, oh, God no, baby. Just come here and fuck me. Forget I said it."

I did. I wanted Sarah so bad right now that I could shelf that little comment and try to figure out her reason behind it later. I moved closer still as I took my cock in my hand to guide it in.

"No, let me. You know I like to do that," she said as she grabbed me and slid me in.

She was so incredibly hot and wet that I almost fell inside her. I grabbed her flesh and scratched my nails down her legs as I bit into her neck. She gasped in pleasure as she latched onto me with her thighs; locking me into our embrace.

I drove in deep, pulled almost all the way out, drove in deeper still. She moaned and bit at my ear. Her skin was so incredibly warm, her pussy so amazingly smooth. I began to feel the tingle of an encroaching orgasm.

"I'm gonna come soon. I wish-." I started.

"It's okay. This is for you, Michael. Just enjoy it," she interrupted as she kissed me deeply.

My body tensed up as the first wave hit me like a hammer. My cock pulsated as I was overcome by this absolutely amazing orgasm. She leaned in to my ear and whispered as I began to erupt inside of her.

"Think about Chloe, Michael. Think about coming inside of her," she said.

I moaned and grunted louder as my orgasm intensified. I felt like I came for an hour, deep within my beautiful wife that had just told me to think about her sister. As I finished, I stared at her in disbelief. Had I heard her correctly? What the hell was happening?

"Michael, I think you should take a shower. Then come into the bedroom when you're finished," she said.

I pulled out and stared at her for a moment. 

"What?" I asked, bewildered.

"Just do it. No questions, okay?" she said as she left me standing alone in the bathroom with a still-raging erection.



Surprise!



As the group walked down the path in the state park, Jared pulled me aside to look at a flower. 

As we were bent over, he whispered to me, "I want you to find a reason to get Frenchie alone for a few minutes. When you are out of sight of everyone, I want you to offer him a blowjob, right then and there. The group is going to be stopping by the stream to look for fossils, so you'll have time to catch up. When you get back to us, squeeze my hand twice if you accomplished your mission. I don't want him shooting in your mouth, I want him to cum into your cleavage. Don't lead him to believe it will be a regular event." 

A thrill of fear and excitement ran through me as he said all of this. Jared was my master, though no one knew of our relationship. I'd met Frenchie, actually Frederick, a week ago on another group outing and I found him likeable enough, but sort of bland. I think he called himself Frenchie because Frederick or Fred were even more boring.

Jared was wont to spring these sorts of surprises on me and I had a choice to either obey or to face a very severe punishment when we got back. Normally I enjoy being punished, I liked the sting of the crop on my ass, but I knew this wouldn't be one of those. 

I looked at Jared, took a deep breath and said, "Yes sir." 

"Oh, don't bother lying and saying he turned you down, I'll know." 

Damn him, he would know. He always knew. One thing that attracted me to him was that ability of his to know exactly what was going on in my mind. 

I ambled forward, passing a couple of people on the trail. Some of the group I knew as they were part of a regular outing club that went for nature walks every week, but none were close friends. 

I tapped Frenchie on the shoulder as I came up behind him and said "hey there, do you know what this flower is? I've been seeing it all over." 

Frenchie was about half a foot taller than I am and as he looked down I could see he was trying to look down my blouse. The sports bras I usually wear on these trips didn't give him much view, but I squeezed my arms in a bit to assist him. 

As we bent down and he looked at the flower he said, "Larkspur, I believe." 

"Oh, is that what it is? I couldn't find it in any of my books. I saw another one a couple of weeks ago up this ravine a little ways up that I haven't been able to find either, care to take a look? Maybe you'll know." 

"Sure," he said.

We walked forward a bit, passing more people who were bent over flowers or poring over identification guides. When we got to the ravine I took him by the hand and led him forward until we were out of sight of the trail.

"Actually, I wanted to show you something else." I said.

As he watched, I took off my blouse and pulled down my bra. "I saw you looking at my cleavage and it was making me hot, so I decided to give you a bit of a show. Do you like what you see?" 

He swallowed hard and said in a nervous voice, "uh, yeah. Look, I think you're really sexy, but aren't you hanging around with Jared?" 

"Oh, Jared doesn't mind, he knows I like to do this and it's ok with him, I told him I was going to try to get you alone," I said. As I said this I took his hand and had him cup my breast. His thumb brushed my nipple which stiffened instantly and sent an electric current straight down, lodging somewhere in my toes. 

"If you've got a few minutes, I'd really like to blow you," I said. 

I saw the surprise register in his face, but he quickly said "Are you sure?" 

"I'll take that as a yes, then." I said reaching down and unbuckling his pants. As I dropped down to my knees in front of him I could feel the heat from his groin on my face and I could see the start of a bulge on his left leg side. I slowly unzipped his pants. I love the sound of a zipper inches from my face, it sounds so full of promise. As I undid his zipper I saw that he was wearing boxers, much easier to fish a cock out of boxers than briefs. I put my lips against the bulge that I now judged to be half-erect and blew lightly through the fabric. This makes a warm spot that guys find incredibly erotic. He stiffened more and I reached in and pulled his cock out before it became entrapped. As it sprang out, lightly brushing my nose, I noticed that he smelled clean, in spite of the two hours we'd been hiking. I like that clean smell, soft skin and wiry pubic hair smell, it was making me wet. I licked the underside of his cock head in that sensitive spot and he moaned. He struck me as the type of guy who didn't get a lot of action because he was too "nice." Pity, that.

Slowly I covered his penis with my mouth and once he was all the way inside I clamped my lips down and applied suction, engulfing his cock with warm wetness all at once. I thought he was going to shoot right there but he didn't. I moved my head back, almost letting him out of my mouth then quickly took him all of the way in. His cock was long enough that it just hit the back of my throat, and as I reached around behind him I grabbed his ass and pulled, getting that last bit in. His pubic hair tickled my nose and still tight against him I rocked back and forth, not letting him out of my mouth any. I sensed him start to tense, so I backed off and stopped dead. He almost fell as his knees seemed to give way but he caught himself. Grabbing his hand I put it on the back of my head and pushed it against my hair until I was nose deep in pubic hair again. He got the idea and started pulling my head in time with my sucking. After about a dozen more strokes I felt him tense again and before I knew it I felt a warm wetness on the back of my tongue. Quickly I pulled my mouth off and the next spurt caught me in the throat. I directed his cock towards my breasts and the next few spurts landed nicely between them. I let the cum in my mouth fall from my lips between my breasts and then leaned back a little. Frenchie looked like he was going to faint, swaying there. 

I pulled up my sports bra to make sure his cum stayed there and started buttoning my blouse. "You ok?" I asked. 

Slowly he answered, "That was incredible. I only had one girlfriend who ever did that and she hated it." 

"Silly girl," I replied, "giving head is one of life's pleasures. But don't expect it again, I was just inspired and in a mood today." Was I ever in a mood. I think my underwear was soaked through and I am surprised that the pheromones I was emitting hadn't attracted every rutting beast in the woods... 

I wiped my throat and said "Pull up your pants and let's get back to the group. If you ever tell anyone about this I'll deny it and say you're being a jerk." 

"Oh, I won't tell anyone, besides, who'd believe me?" He replied.

As we made our way back to the trail and the rest of the group, I could feel Frenchie's eyes on my ass. The shorts I wore showed it off nicely and I liked the lingering looks I got from guys when I wore them. Arriving at the stream I saw Jared watching for me. When he caught sight of me I gave a slight nod of my head letting him know mission accomplished. I saw the corner of his mouth crook up when he saw the expression on Frenchie's face. 

He came over to me and whispered, "when we get back I'm going to fuck your tits using his cum as lube." 

I couldn't wait.

Respectfully submitted,

Cheryl



Surprise!



I had been overseas as a civilian contractor in Iraq for 5 1/2 months. I had been home once, but was not supposed to be back home for another 2 months. I decided that my wife needed a surprise, and after getting some leave approved, I booked a ticket home. An old friend picked my up at the airport, and dropped me off at home about 1 hour before my wife came home from work. I cleaned up the house a bit and took a shower since I was feeling grungy after the long series of plane rides. 

Not long after I had gotten in the shower, my wife came home from work... about 30 minutes early! Needless to say, she was surprised to see me and almost fainted. I was almost as surprised when she stripped and got into the shower with me. We have a large (5'x'5) glass and marble shower that leaves plenty of room for 2 people, and this story we made good use of it! I'm 6'4" and 250 pounds and my wife is 5'8" and 130, so we wanted plenty of room to play and designed it that way when we built our house.

I started by turning her away from me and putting some of her favorite shampoo in my hands and lathering it up before slowly and gently massaging it into her hair. She was rubbing her back up and down and side to side on my fat cock, which had been rock hard since I had first seen her come into the bathroom. I let her relax with the water running over her wonderful breasts while I rinsed her hair. 

I then filled her shower puff with MY favorite of her bath gels and scrubbed her from top to bottom....paying special attention to her sexy ass and pussy. I decided after rinsing her that she needed a bit of a trim, so I used some of my shave gel to lather up her pubic area and gently shaved her with my freshly changed razor. She was moaning as I moved my hands across her clit to make sure I had gotten all of the stray hairs shaved. To my surprise, she turned around and spread her ass cheeks and told me to shave her butt clean too. I was really hard now, because I knew she wanted to have me first lick and then fuck her tight little asshole with my 7 1/2 inch long and very fat cock.

It got even better once I had her rinsed, because she pushed me down onto the floor of the shower and had me give her freshly shaven pussy a good long licking, one of my most favorite things in the world to do. To her delight, I spun her around and spread her ass cheeks and gave her a preview of the rimming she was going to get once we were done. After a minute or two, she turned around and began to wash my hair....or what little there was of it since I keep it shaved as short as possible! Once she was done rinsing me, she had me stand up and used her puff to scrub me all over with a more manly scented shower gel she had bought when I was home. I nearly lost my balance when she rubbed her finger over my asshole while washing me....it was all I could do to stay on me feet!

She knelt down in front of me and slowly licked the tip of my aching cock. She turned her head and nuzzled her nose into my balls before declaring that I needed to be shaved. Never having let her do this before, I was a bit nervous, but too horny to stop her once she lathered me up to tell her to stop. It felt incredible, if not a little scary, to have her shaving my cock and balls, but I was really nervous when she turned me around and shaved my asshole. She was very careful and never nicked or scraped me, and watched with approval as I rinsed myself. I almost fell down again when she caught me facing away from her and stuck her hot tongue in between my ass cheeks and licked my asshole for a second. When I saw the very dirty look on her face, I could tell I had made a great decision to come home and surprise my little hottie!!!

We dried each other off and I carried my princess into the bedroom. I laid her on the bed and we kissed passionately for what seemed like forever while we ran our hands over each others' bodies. She was so wet she was leaving a puddle on the bed and her juices were streaming between her ass cheeks. Pre-cum was dripping off of the tip of my cock and her leg where I was resting had a large wet spot on it.

She took hold of my cock and told me that if I could make her cum just by licking her asshole, she'd let me give her a facial, something I'd always wanted to do, but she had never let me. I took my marching orders and went to work. After I saw her rubbing her clit, I knew I was ok to cheat and I slipped a finger and then two into her hot, steamy pussy. She took less than 5 minutes to be screaming so loud our neighbors 3 house down probably heard her! I thought she was going to break my fingers she came so hard. She told me, "This was the best surprise ever, and I am going to repay you so well for making me the happiest woman in the world."

She told me to stand up next to the bed and laid down so I could see her great ass as she slid over and began to rub my balls and lick up and down on my raging erection. I was in heaven! She rolled over and began to play with her nipples as she leaned her head back and sucked my balls into her mouth. This was almost too much for me to take, but I wanted to make good on that promised facial, so I held back with all my might. She told me to get on the bed and once I laid down, she pushed my legs back and began to lick my asshole. I'm totally straight, but I loved her hot tongue rubbing up and down my crack. God her tongue is talented. 

I let her lick my ass and rub my cock until I knew I could take it no more. I had her lay down on the bed and roll over towards me. I fed her my cock and she hungrily sucked it until she could tell I was close. I pulled out and was thinking that she'd start to jack me off for the facial....which she did....what I did not expect was that she had been rubbing her hot little cunt the whole time she'd been sucking my cock and used her sloppy juices to lube a finger which she slid into my asshole. Shocked would not have been the word I'd use to describe how slutty my little sexy wife was acting, but I wasn't complaining. I laid my cock on her mouth and rubbed all over her lips as she hungrily licked me. I had been waiting for weeks to cum, and I think I gave her a world-record facial. She had cum from ear to ear, in her hair, on her perky tits, in her mouth, and even some that had ran down onto her tight belly. She had never been one to do anything but wipe herself clean with a rag when I came in her, and had certainly never let me cum on her face or in her mouth. So, you can imagine my shock when she began scooping the cum into her mouth and swallowing it....I was hard again almost instantly.

Lustily, she growled for me to lick her cunt. I happily obliged while she continued to eat my cum. I lick her labia softly and gently at first, parting her with my tongue. I have always loved the taste of her pussy when she was shaved, so I was loving teasing her. I slowly began to work on her clit...I have a long tongue, so I would slip it deep into her pussy and bring it out and flick her clit. She was screaming for me to make her cum. I began to flick her clit more and more rapidly as she began to buck her hips up into my face. 

I knew she had cum when she stopped screaming and wrapped her long, tight legs around my head and pulled my whole face into her pussy. My face was covered in her juices, which were squirting out of her pussy. She almost choked my off before she relaxed. I moved up and laid next to her and began to kiss her. The combination of my cum and her cum made for a strangely erotic smell.

I slowly began to slip my finger back and forth from her pussy to her ass to lube up her little puckered asshole. I knew how much she loved ass-play, so I wanted to make her work for it! I kneeled over the top of her with my balls in her face while I slowly worked my fingers in one by one into her asshole until I had 3 of them slipping in and out, lubricated with nothing but her pussy juices. I was loving the attention she was giving my sweaty balls. She had both of them in her mouth and was slowly rubbing my ass with her thumb. 

I decided she was ready for her favorite sexual activity, which was getting my big cock in her tight ass, so I moved around behind her. She quickly turned over and stuck that beautiful asshole in my face, so I licked it for a bit before I took out the bottle of lube and generously applied it to my cock and her asshole. I found out a long time ago that you can never use too much lube for anal sex. It makes it so much more pleasurable for your woman, and makes you more likely to get to ass fuck her again!

I have to be careful, because my little sexy slut has a really tight asshole. I eventually got the head of my cock into her and left it there for her to adjust to it. She was moaning and rubbing all around her pussy and my balls with her face buried in a pillow. I was being gentle and waiting to make sure she was ready when she grabbed my balls, pulled me forward, and pushed her ass onto my cock until I was all the way inside her. 

If I didn't mention it before, her ass is heaven. I can usually only last a minute or two, because she is so tight and so turned on by having a fat cock in her butt. She must have known what she was doing earlier, because that facial I gave her gave me legendary stamina on the second round! Between me thrusting my cock in her ass and her fingers rubbing her swollen clit, she came twice before I started to feel my balls get ready to explode. I grabbed her hips and began to move back and forth faster and faster. I was fucking her ass harder than I ever had and she started to cum again. She collapsed on the bed still screaming, "Oh my God! That's great! Fuck my ass! FUCK MY ASS!" over and over again as I blew another huge load of cum into her ass.

I laid on top of her with my cock in her ass until it began to slowly shrink. When it got small enough, it came out of her ass with a loud, "pop." It was followed by a steady stream of thick cum that ran out and down between her legs. I've never seen her more sexy than that moment, with her asshole all stretched out, her legs and pussy covered in her juices and my cum, and her ling on the bed breathing heavily as I lay next to her. I knew then more than ever that I could never love another woman as much as my baby! She is, as I constantly tell her, "the best in the world!" 



Surprise!



Jackie had tried just about everything. Romantic dinners, new lingerie, late night massage. Bob, her husband, just was not interested. Twenty years of marriage and things had definitely gotten too routine.

For her though, this was it. At forty-one, she was where she wanted more. She had as much as told him, and nothing changed. Worse, it was like he wasn't even trying anymore. Once more, she figured, she'd try to do something about it. She was going to satisfy herself that she'd done all that she could, at least.

She came up with an idea that she really was proud of. It was a little mysterious and it took them out of their element. It would seem like an affair when it wasn't. Hopefully, it would entice him. Excite him.

The envelope just had a "B" on it. It was small like an invitation, and the card inside did invite. When it was opened, a scent of unique perfume would release. The message would be brief and direct.

"Come to the pool house. Let yourself in. Come upstairs."

She thought about how on Thursdays he came by the house early like clock work at three before going back out to a dinner meeting. She left the card in the foyer for him, and walked out to the pool house in the back. Her thin robe was blowing about in the breeze as she walked to the small house behind the pool. She held it close to herself and felt the satin on her bare skin as she walked.

Inside, she didn't turn on the light, leaving the downstairs dark except for the light that barely came in from the curtained windows. She paused at the stairs leading up to the one loft bedroom. Slowly, she let the robe slide from her shoulders onto the stairs, and she spread it out so that it laid open up the first few stairs. Once she had it just as she wanted so that it appeared she took it off as she was climbing the stairs, she did go upstairs.

Climbing each step carefully, she already was feeling excited. This was the poolhouse that people used often when they came over for a swim or a party, and here she was nude going upstairs. She wondered why she hadn't thought of this before.

In the room upstairs, she yanked back the covers of the bed, letting them go over to the corner of the room and leaving just the clean white sheet and couple of pillows. She pulled the lone curtain so that only a slight ray of light appeared. 

"Yes," she thought to herself. "This could be anywhere. Far from here and totally alone." 

She eased herself down to the bed and laid there for a couple of moments. She'd given herself a little bit of time to just relax, and she thought of just how quiet and calm it was there. Her breathing slowed and she felt very relaxed.

She let her fingers lightly dance on her breasts, and her nipples soon hardened. She felt that warmth come to her. Her fingers started down her stomach when she paused. Another idea came to her. She sat up in the bed and looked around. She couldn't find anything that would work for what she had in mind. 

Then, the answer hit her. She got up and hurried downstairs, and there it was next to the robe. The satin sash of her robe which had served to help keep her robe to her was now going to be just what she wanted. A little blindfold she'd apply as soon as she had gotten back in bed and teased herself to get herself ready for him.

As she waited and prepared, Bobby stood in the foyer of his parents' home, perplexed at what the card must've meant. Sure, he was early. He wasn't expected home from college until that evening. But he'd told his father on his way home, and his father had told Bobby he'd be sure and tell his mom when he called her, since he had to call her to tell her about his own change of plans anyway.

Bobby was exhausted from having pulled almost an all-nighter for school and then making the trip home, so he really didn't try hard to sort it out. Besides, he was curious what the surprise was. He went on through the house and out the back door.

Bobby walked around the pool and thought about how much fun he'd always had back here. The times late at night getting high with his friends. There was the time with a girlfriend skinny-dipping. He felt himself thicken at the memory of having taken her right there in the pool that summer. 

Jackie froze when she heard the door open downstairs. Her fingers had been playing at her slick lips and starting and stopping to where she was damp. She took a deep breath as she heard him start up the stairs. She thought to herself what he would see when he came in and stood over her there. 

Laying back completely exposed on the bed, her eyes were blindfolded with the red satin sash. Her large nipples were hard and protruding now. She thought of how she had gotten aroused earlier when she had trimmed herself down there to just a little blondish brown strip for him. 

She reminded herself what she had thought of doing when she knew he was over her. She heard him at the door to the room, and the way it suddenly went silent, she figured he'd stopped in his tracks. She strained to listen to when he moved again and it seemed like it was forever, as she laid there breathing heavily. It was almost like she was panting, she realized. She loved how exposed and raw she felt by this. Besides being the first time she'd ever done anything quite like this, there was the playing with herself that had taken her to where she was practically in heat.

She tilted her head to the left when she heard him there. She smiled up to where he must've been looking down to her, as she heard the clear sound of trousers being undone and clothes coming off. She took it as her cue and she moved for him. Her legs which had just been still and together slowly moved apart. They moved to where she had them spread about as far as they would go. 

She could hear him breathing now in the quiet afternoon. She took her hands to her waist and she pressed them to her thighs, making sure she first had his attention there. Then, she did what she'd had to convince herself earlier to do. She brought her fingers to her lips there. Her arms mashed her breasts together to reach there and she thought about how decadent she must have looked.

"Here honey," she thought to herself, "let me be graphic for you." The fingers splayed her lips open there and held her moist sex open in a second invitation. 

She heard him sigh heavily.

He was getting on the bed with her, and the excitement of it encouraged her to be even dirtier with him. She heard herself speak in a low voice she almost didn't recognize.

"I need... you to... fuck me. Make me take it, okay?"

She felt him quickly lift her legs up and forward. He held her with his hands with a firmness she had never felt before but that felt hot to her. He was holding her and controlling her as he wanted, she told herself. Yes, this was what she needed. Him acting like he had to have her, that he couldn't wait to fuck her.

She felt him prop her legs up his chest, and she almost came, as she knew he'd never done anything like that. She loved this aggressiveness he was showing. Her ass tilted up and off the bed as her crotch was open to him.

He moved forward and she felt her legs rise higher up his chest. No, he'd never been like this. His hands held her ass as she felt him poking at her lips now. He was very hard.

He pushed and she felt herself stretching around him, causing her to scream out. Even wet, she was having trouble taking him easily, something that had never happened before. Her lips there clung to him and he only paused a second.

He grunted and then he forced deeper, and again she wailed. She came hard with her orgasms washing over her as he rocked back and forth inside her. She was dizzy with the sensations of him filling her. She listened to herself crying out 'yes.'

He started to pump at her, and she started grunting from her throat in time with his thrusts in her. She felt him move his body back and forth and plow into her with a fierceness he'd never shown.

"Yeah, fuck me." She loved it. "Fuck me damnit."

He started groaning as he got close, and she felt panic. He was sroking her very wet pussy in long hard strokes as he was about to come, when he said 'yeah' himself. Then, it hit her that this couldn't be Bob, that was not what he sounded like.

She went to yank at the blindfold, and she pulled at it as he started coming. Her hands pulled the satin up off her eyes as he pushed all the way inside her. She felt tingling, too. 

Her eyes focused on her son's eyes clenched shut and his open mouth as he jerked deep inside her, spraying himself in release. She immediately felt faint and her body reacted with an intense roll of another orgasm, making her quiver with the sensations of him completely in her.

She laid there looking up at him, as he held himself up over her. Her legs slid down to where they could rest to the sides of him. He was catching his breath, as he was coming off his own orgasm. Their eyes were locked together and nothing was said. They both were just breathing hard and not really moving.

As they still looked at each other, she became very aware of how he was still buried deep inside her. Her hands had been holding onto his upper arms. She felt him move, and it startled her. He actually was grinding at her.

She let her hand go from his arm to the back of his neck, and she softly rubbed there as he flexed inside her. 



Surprise!



I thought our Friday plans were simple. I was gonna swing by her work to have lunch. Little did I know she had a lot more planned than I bargained for...

I woke up, as usual, a bit after she'd already left. I dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom, and then into the den to start working. As soon as I sat down at my desk, though, I saw her note.

Hi baby-

I have plans for you today. But you have to follow my instructions exactly. First, I want you to spend the next 15 minutes masturbating. You can look at porn, fantasize, or do whatever you want to get yourself as hard and close to coming as possible, but whatever happens, DO NOT have an orgasm. If you do, I'll be seriously disappointed.

When your 15 minutes are up, stop masturbating and let your erection die down. If it helps, take a cold shower. Once you're soft again, go into the kitchen and put on what I left for you on the counter. But whatever you do, don't go into the kitchen until you've completed the above task.

xoxo Me

I read the note twice, surprised and a bit confused, but also aroused. I love it when she's sexually playful. I could feel an erection growing in my boxers already, so I wasted no time in beginning my assigned task. I clicked through a few webpages on the computer, the images of naked and half-naked girls only supplementing the excitement that the note was inducing. I got hard...really hard...so hard I had to stop a few times to keep myself from exploding in my own hand. Finally the 15 minutes were up, and I let go.

It took probably another 15 minutes for the massive erection to die down. I tried to distract myself by reading some email messages, but my excitement was palpable. Finally I felt I was soft enough to head for the kitchen. When I got there, I found an assortment of items. The first thing I saw was the chastity belt we'd bought a year before but rarely used. Next to it was a small padlock, opened, and a pair of silk, women's panties. Finally, there was another note.

Put this on and lock it. Don't worry...I have the keys with me, hehe.

Once it's on, put on the silk panties. I always thought it'd be funny to make you wear little girl undies. Ha ha!

I'll see you at lunch.

And that was it. I had no idea what she had in mind, but I decided not to second guess her. I slid the plastic sheath over my cock quickly before I could get too aroused again, locking it securely to the ring around my cock. I had no key, so now I was totally at her mercy. After it was secured in place, I slid on the silk panties. The texture aroused me a bit, and my cock grew rapidly inside the plastic enclosure, pushing painfully on the sides for several minutes before I calmed down. Finally, I slid on the rest of my clothes and got ready to go to a lunch at which I had no idea what to expect.

***

When I arrived at her office, she greeted me with a hug, pressing up against me so, I was sure, she could feel if I was wearing the device she'd left for me. When she felt it, she smiled and licked her lips. But she said nothing about it. Instead, she told me her friend Dana would be joining us for lunch. I liked Dana — she was attractive and fun — but as she hugged me hello I consciously had to keep some distance between our bodies. I certainly didn't want her to feel what was locked between my legs.

As the three of us headed to the food court across the street, I kept imagining that Dana was staring at my cock, as if she knew. I knew it was only in my mind, but it was a constant source of distraction. As for my girlfriend, she seemed to know exactly what I was thinking and wore a sort of calculating smirk the entire walk to lunch.

The meal was as normal as can be, filled with average conversation and nothing unusual, not that I suspected differently.  I was, admittedly, often distracted by the accouterments that adorned my cock under my jeans, but we chatted away like at any other midday meal. That is, until we were about finished.

Dana stood up to leave before us, insisting that she had to get back to work. As she did, my girlfriend stopped her. 

"Hey, can you do me a favor?"

Dana nodded as my girlfriend gestured to me.

"You know it's his birthday next week."

I looked up, surprised and confused that I was being brought up. She went on...

"Well I got him a great present, but I don't want him to find it early so I locked it up. But knowing him he'd probably steal the keys so he could peak ahead of time."

My eyes widened as both girls looked at me, grinning. And that's when I saw them. Two brass keys hanging from a ring looped over my girlfriend's finger, keys which, I knew, must fit the lock secured between my legs. A wave of nervousness shot through me as my girlfriend went on.

"Would you hold on to these for the weekend for me so he can't get ahold of them," she smiled, passing the keys over to her friend.

"Of course," said Dana, and she gave me a slightly wicked smile. She must have assumed I was just being teased with a mystery gift, but I knew better. My girlfriend excused herself to the bathroom, and, as she got up, she reminded her friend, "Even if he asks for the keys while I'm gone, don't give them to him." She paused for emphasis. "Even if he begs."

Dana just laughed and dropped the keys into her purse. "Never!" she bellowed, making my cock twitch in its cage. I pretended to laugh it off, but all I could think of was what other devious plans my girlfriend plans my girlfriend had made for the weekend. And how much, really, was she planning to tell Dana...

***

The last few minutes of lunch passed quickly, and, as we got up to leave, the girls stepped a few feet away while I cleared the table. I looked over to see them talking in hushed tones, and, just as I did, Dana looked at me and laughed a bit. I had no idea why, or what they were talking about, but of course my mind flew. I didn't really think my girlfriend would tell her the whole truth, but, then again, I didn't think she'd lock up my cock and give the keys to one of her friends. 

As we walked away, my girlfriends hand brushed past my cock, and I noticed her smile in delight as she felt the plastic prison still wrapped around my frustrated cock. "You're gonna suffer tonight," she whispered with a grin.

To be continued...



Surprise!



Shelli turned her key in the lock, pushing the door open as the bolt opened. Tired, she staggered into the apartment. Bob had to work tonight, so she'd spent out clubbing with her girlfriends. They ended up at a club near Bob's, so she figured she'd spend the night there, rather than paying for a cab back to her place. And with all the action on the dance floor, she wanted some action from Bob.

As she crossed the room towards the bedroom, she undid the zipper on her dress. Sliding it down, she stepped out of it, dragging it along with her. Luckily, she kept a nighty and some personal items at Bob's, just in case. She changed, and crawled into bed, figuring she'd wake up when Bob got home at the end of his shift.

But while Shelli's mind had a plan, her body had ideas of its own. As she lay there, she could feel a tightening in her crotch. She found her mind thinking about Bob, driving his cock into her, over and over again. And as time went on, she found herself highly distracted, and very hot and bothered. Back and forth she tossed and turned, looking at the clock, and waiting for Bob to get home.

After 45 minutes, Shelli reached the point where she just couldn't wait any longer. Rolling on her belly, she used her left hand to pull up on her nighty. At the same time, she reached farther down with her right hand, parting her pussy's lips with her middle finger. She found herself soaking wet, and oh so hot. Just that simple action was enough to cause her to gasp, and her body to tighten up. Working her finger in, she slid her finger Round and round, trying to touch herself all over down there.

Finding her clit, she began massaging it. Her hips began moving in time with her finger, helping to grind her pussy against her hand. As the feelings built in her body, she knew she needed something inside her, and it had to be now. She pushed her hand down, her finger seeking out her hole. Finding it, she drove her finger into herself. Tightly she grasped her crotch, pushing her finger deeper. She could feel herself dripping into her hand, she was so wet. 

But she also knew that one finger wasn't going to be enough. She wanted more. And with that, her ringer finger joined her middle inside. Pushing them repeatedly in and out, Shelli reached in for her G-spot. Finding the rough spot, she began rubbing it with her finger. She continued to grind with her hips, struggling to still stimulate her clitoris.

Not being successful, Shelli rolled over onto her back, withdrawing her fingers. She reached under the bed, searching. Finding one of the vibrators she kept there, she turned it on, holding it in her left hand. She placed the end of the vibrating rod at the entrance to her snatch. Reaching down with her right hand, she pushed against her clit, rubbing it hard. After only 4 times rubbing back and forth, she forced the vibrator fully into herself, the shaking of it caused her body to tense and shake. Shelli began sliding it in and out of her. She could hear the wet noise when it left her body, upon which she pushed it fully back in. With her right hand, she reached up, grabbing her tit, and squeezing hard. Over and over she plunged the vibrator into herself, not stopping until the very end of it was at her lips. 

Reaching up with her right hand, she sucked on her three middle fingers. As soon as they were wet, she quickly moved them between her legs. The vibrator was still touching the outer rim of her pussy as she jammed them all into her. She wanted more in her, to have the feeling of being stretched. Quickly she started to push on her fingers, in and out, in and out. With the vibrator now firmly against her clit, her entire body tensed up, her back arching off the bed. This just drove her to push even harder with her hand, burying her fingers in her hole. She wanted Bob to get home so badly, so he could plow into her.

She could feel a climax building insider her, but it wasn't quite there. Pulling her dripping fingers out of herself, she dropped her hand over the side of the bed, again looking for one of her toys. But it wasn't there. Shelli groaned. She had to find it – just had to! She desperately needed it inside her. Rolling her eyes, she pulled her finger out, and rolled off the bed. Lying on the floor, she reached under the bed, finally finding what she was looking for, her big cock-shaped dildo. Pulling it out from under the bed, she looked at it, grinning.

Her pussy ached to be fucked, and Shelli didn't even want to wait to get back up on the bed. Kneeling on the floor, she began to rub the dildo against her snatch, covering it in her juices. Holding the toy vertically, the base of it resting on the floor, Shelli pushed up on her knees until the tip of the plastic cock just parted her pussy's lips. Then, very slowly, she lowered herself onto it, feeling it stretching her out, pushing upwards into her. As the cheeks of her ass bottomed out on her legs, she began grinding with hips, the cock rubbing up against her, inside.

Reaching down with her left hand, she began rubbing her clit again. As she did, she started bouncing on her toy. Faster and faster she moved, thinking of the last time she'd ridden Bob this way. She could feel it inside her, sliding in and out as the simulated helmet fully left her, then being swallowed by her as she slammed back down on it. It only took several minutes for Shelli to know she was close. She pushed down on the cock as far as she could, every muscle in her body contracting. She rubbed as hard on her clit as she could. Even the muscles inside her pussy clamped down. As they did, she came, a loud moan filling the apartment.

As she started coming down from her ecstasy, she slid forward, lying on the floor, the dildo still buried deep within her. She lay there for quite a while, recovering, and just enjoying that the cock was not growing soft.

She'd lost track of time lying there. But eventually she heard the front door of the apartment open, then close. It had to be Bob. Deciding to surprise him, Shelli stayed on the floor, between the bed and the wall, and thus out of site of Bob, so long as he didn't come over to this side of the bed, which really wasn't necessary. She waited while Bob headed to the bathroom. The lights in the room came on, and she could hear him moving around, getting out of his clothes. While he did this, Shelli figured out that this might also be an opportunity for her to try something with Bob. 

Finally, the lights went out, and Bob got into the bed. Quietly as she could, Shelli stood up. "Hi lover," she said.

Bob sat fully upright in the bed. "What the hell!!!" he exclaimed.

"It's just me, love," Shelli replied. She knelt on the bed, and put a hand on his chest. Leaning forward, she kissed him, and pushed him back to the pillow.

"Where did you come from?" he asked, as she straightened up.

"Don't worry about that," she said. "Just ask where I'm going". With that, she slid her head under the covers.

She'd always wanted to take Bob's entire cock in her mouth. But with the size of it, she just couldn't do it. This time, however, she had surprise on her size. Reaching Bob's crotch she found his member with her hand, and was pleased that he was still recovering from the surprise – it was still soft. Opening wide, she pulled him into her mouth, not stopping until her lips were pressed up against his groin. This was exactly what she wanted! It obviously didn't upset Bob either. As soon as he was in her warm, moist mouth, and she started sucking, he responded. She could feel him growing in her mouth, getting harder and longer – the head of his cock sliding her tongue, towards her throat.

"Oh WOW!" he exclaimed. He hadn't been expecting this, but definitely loved it.

Shelli kept sucking on him, wondering at what point she'd have to pull back. But to her delight, her gag reflex didn't kick in right away. As Bob's cock grew towards the back of her mouth, it seemed to slide into the top of her throat before it had grown to full diameter. He almost reached his full size before she found she just had to slide back off him. As she did, she ran her tongue over his full length. As she got to the helmet at the end of his cock, she paused, and sucked as hard as she could.

Shelli knew exactly what she was going to do with Bob as soon as she got him fully hard. It had worked for her, with the dildo, and she wanted it that way all over again. Straddling Bob with her legs, she leaned forward, and kissed him deeply, their tongues intertwined. Sliding down his body a bit, she sucked on first his left nipple, then his right. Simultaneously, she started grinding her pussy against his now fully erect cock.

"My, what a wet pussy you have," Bob joked, grinning.

"All the better to fuck you with" 

Pulling herself up, she grabbed his now rock-hard cock, pointing it straight up towards her. Lowering slightly, she put the tip of his dick just inside her lips, at the opening of her pussy. As soon as she had it lined up, she dropped her weight fully down on him, completely enveloping him, her ass smacking against his thighs.

"Ohhhhhh," Bob groaned. "Am I correct in assuming you've been getting ready for me to get home?"

"Mm, hmm," she replied, starting to grind her hips against him. Bob hadn't felt Shelli this wet and loose very often. He was definitely enjoying it. Knowing that she had been masturbating before he arrived turned him on.

Shelli started bouncing up and down on Bob's shaft. Each time, she would rise up to let the head of his cock just exit her pussy. With barely a pause, she'd start back down fast, his cock slamming into her. She could feel his helmet sliding upwards through her, filling her up. When she was fully down on him, she would again grind her hips against his. Bob could feel her juices running down his cock, getting his bag wet.

As she moved, her tits would shook and bounced. Bob couldn't take his eyes off them. He reached forward, and grabbed one of them in each hand, kneading them and pinching her nipples. Shelli's head rolled back, her eye's closed, enjoying the warmth of Bob's body parts against, and in, her.

While keeping up her sliding, Shelli leaned forward, hanging a boob in front of Bob's face. Bob didn't need any further prompting. He took her nipple in his mouth, sucking hard on it. Once in his mouth, he also worked her nipple with his tongue, knowing it turned her on. He also knew how to push her completely over the edge. Reaching down between them with his right hand palm up, he found her swollen mound. He pushed his middle finger between her lips, easily finding her clit. Next, he began rubbing, hard.

Bob had barely touched her, but he knew she was horny. "Ahhhhhhhhh," she gasped.

Shelli was definitely worked up from her playing before Bob came home. The result therefore, was inevitable and quick. Before she could make any further sound, she pushed her shoulders and back up, her muscles all locking. She climaxed. "YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!" she screamed. Bob could feel her pussy clamping down around his cock, tightening up amazingly. She started rocking forward again. 

Her now-tight, steaming hot pussy had the desired effect on Bob, too. He started pushing up with his groin, slapping up into her. Not fast, but definitely with some force. With only his third push, he came, holding himself fully inside her. Shelli collapsed onto him, driving both of them onto the bed.

"Ya, baby. Oh, ya," she panted. "That was so good!"

"I'll agree with you, on that," Bob replied holding her close. "Glad to see you weren't completely exhausted from your dancing"

"Are you kidding, I've ALWAYS got enough energy for one more dance with you!"



Surprise!



It all started with a text message I received from my wife. "Don't be late home I have a surprise for you." Well how was I expected to get any work done or concentrate for the rest of the day with a message like that? I sent a reply back trying to get some information out of her but I got nothing. I love my wife, but she is not big into surprises, so this had me interested. Leaving work that Friday there was no thought of stopping into the pub on the way home for a quick beer, it was get home for the surprise. 

When I got home there was silence. No kids running around, no wife. Searching the house I found a note that had been left behind, "relax, have a beer, I'm dropping the kids at your mothers for the night, home soon, love A." Well this was a surprise, a night off, a sleep in, a night out, a night in, my imagination was starting to think of the possibilities. 

Sitting on the back veranda starting on my second beer I was beginning to relax and thinking of what a great start to the weekend this was. I heard the car pull up, but the engine was still running, the wife ran in, dragged me out of my seat, to the car with beer in hand. Well at least I had a 'roadie' where ever it was we were going. I got an explanation on the way, pre-dinner drinks, dinner then what ever the night brings, I thought having a night off from the kids was the surprise, but dinner and drinks, fantastic. 

A couple of beers at a local bar discussing our day, dinner at a nearby restaurant we both love and here we are back at the bar both enjoying the glow of a couple of drinks, fantastic food and the company of each other. That's when I noticed, she had that look in her eye, had that smile, she had a secret she was keeping from me. The only thing is, my wife is hopeless at keeping secrets. I asked her what was up, expecting some lame excuse. Her response "I haven't given you your surprise yet, it's at home." What are we doing here I thought, I grabbed her by the hand and headed for a taxi. We were like kids on the way home, we couldn't keep our hands of each other and it was a relief to get home, paying the driver I ran inside after my wife. Before getting my surprise, my wife demanded that she have a relax in the bath and promptly ordered me to get a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses. 

By the time I got to our bathroom she was already immersed underwater with a dense layer of bubbles framing her lovely face, teasingly preventing me from seeing any other attributes of her exquisite body. Handing her a glass of wine I ditched my business attire and jumped into the bath with her. Continuing our conversations from the bar we both now seemed in no hurry to get to the surprise of the night. This went on for a while, then suddenly handing me an empty glass, my wife said if I wanted the surprise I would need to get a refill for her. Drying off I studied the expression on her face, that little smile had returned and had me intrigued. 

I was refilling our glasses, when my wife silently came up behind me, giving my bottom a gentle squeeze, then reaching around and giving my cock a grope, giving me an indication of where the rest of the night was headed. Turning, we enjoyed a passionate kiss before breaking apart. Told, "if I wanted the surprise, wait one minute then come to the bedroom." I nervously waited, sipping on my wine, then topping up the glasses again I waited the full minute then proceeded to our bedroom. 

My wife was already under the covers when I got to our bedroom. I saw that little smile again that I had seen a number of times this afternoon. What could she be up to? I must have been standing there gawking at her, because she nearly yelled at me, "come on, I've bought a new naughty video for us." Well this certainly was a surprise, my wife has never been into an adult store let alone bought anything of this nature. That sort of thing had always been left up to me to bring into our love life, wow. 

I found the disc beside the DVD player and the title and appearance gave nothing away to the nature of it, but in it went, I turned and half jumped into our bed. This got some giggles from my wife, who quickly had me under the covers, and slapping my hands away from her. We sat through the usual opening credits waiting for the action to start and the action started in a typical enough way with a well proportioned blond sucking the cock of an equally impressive man. 

A comment from beside me "that looks fun, I might try some of that" and without any delay she was sliding under the covers and soon had my hardening cock sliding down her throat. I'm not sure if it was because of the mundane start to the movie or if she had planed it this way, but who was I to argue. I was receiving a first class blow job, while watching one on the screen. I moved the covers back to get a look at my wife in action. As I did this she looked up and I saw that glimmer in her eyes, what else has she got in store for the evening. My wife now swung around a little and was now alternating between giving me slow lazy licks and watching the movie. 

The scene of the movie had changed now, with a big titted brunet joining the other two. She wasted no time reorganizing the blond to a position where she could kiss her way down the length of her body, past her tits and towards a glistening pussy. There was a neat little 'landing strip' which the brunet kissed pass on her way to the goal that she already had a finger rhythmically working in and out of. A short time later, with the brunet now licking the blond like her life depended on it. I hear "I think I would like some of that," well, who was I to deny, and we swapped positions with my wife having her head on the pillows watching, with my head between her legs.

I do enjoy going 'down' and tonight was no exception. This however is when I got the next surprise of the night. My wife had her own little 'landing strip', she had been busy. I looked up catching her eyes, and I saw that little smile again, but it stayed, making me wonder what else she may have in store. No time for thinking, I had a job to do, and with that in mind a started tonguing her pussy. Softly, teasingly and lovingly I was enjoying it, she was enjoying it, time to step it up gear though. I added a finger to the actions of my tongue, this quickly became two with the actions of my tongue becoming a bit more frantic. She was wet, really wet and with little effort I had her juices flowing freely to the extent they were seeping out of her pussy, down over her arsehole. With the pretext of not wanting to waste a drop of the juices being produced I decided to let my tongue trail slowly from her pussy down over and around her asshole. On rare occasions this was something she would allow, and normally only to a very limit extend, and anal sex, well forget it. Tonight however I got an approving moan as an indication that, not only was what I doing okay, but the stimulus was something she was enjoying. With fingers continuing to leisurely pump in and out of her pussy, I thought of doing more than a couple of exploratory licks and I slowly increased the pressure of my tongue to a point where it made a slight penetration, resulting in another deeper and lengthy moan. She was certainly turned on tonight and rapidly heading towards orgasm from the combined forces of my fingers and tongue.

That is as far as I got, because a felt a hand under my chin urging me to return up her body. Kissing my way back up her body, sucking briefly on two very hard nipples, I returned some of my attention to the movie still playing. The scene had changed significantly. The blond was now lying on her back, with the brunet now thrusting a very large strap-on in and out of her pussy. Well, this was a bit different from the standard stuff we had seen together and certainly had my attention. After a few moments the brunet withdrew entirely, and then proceeded to slowly stuff the full length of the plastic cock up the blonds' ass. This was encouraged by a mixture of moans and other more direct instruction coming from the blond. With my wife giving me a slow hand job under the covers, she rolled over and whispered the biggest surprise of the night in my ear. "I think I might like to try that." I nearly came in her hand. My head was spinning, what exactly would she like to try, I had images and questions popping into my mind. The first one was girl on girl sex, can I watch. That was quickly replaced by the image of me cumming all over her ass that I had just fucked, can we start now. 

Before I had a chance to ask any questions, she was up and out of bed, leaving me to stare blankly at the screen, feeling somewhat confused but still extremely turned on . Did my wife just suggest she wanted to try anal sex, and was this the surprise she had been building up to the entire night? My focus returned to the brunet on the screen, which now had the blond's legs over her shoulders, strap-on still firmly berried up the ass of the blond and she had an action that I would describe more as grinding than trusting. 

My wife's return from our ensuite dragged my attention away from the screen. She was waiting at the edge of the bed, "do you want to do this" she questioned? I didn't trust that any words I could say would make sense, so my answer was to kneel on the bed and rap my arms around her in the most loving embrace I could muster, causing her to lean in and eventually tumble into bed in my arms. We both knew what was going to happen next, but I think we were both nervous in how we were going to start. We both wanted to experience the one thing that was not part of our bedroom activities. We both wanted to try anal sex. We had gone down this path only once in our married life, and I think the fact we were both stoned at the time, had the most impact on our decision making on that occasion. This time would be different, we were both high, high on love for each other, something more exquisite than any drug could produce.

Grabbing a bottle of lube, we both had some giggles in applying it to each other. I think it was our nerves rather than anything particularly funny that we did, but the laughs seemed to take some of the stress out of the situation. With neither of us being 100 percent which would be the best position to start in, we settled down to spooning each other, letting small gentle movements be our guide rather than only one of us dominating the experience. 

When we reached a point where both of our bodies were in full contact with each other, and we both paused, letting the full feeling of what we were doing sink in. Neither of us moved, neither of us said anything, we were both processing the new experiencing. The first part of what we had done had been gentle and careful, respectful of each other, where were we going to take this. 

Not daring to use words to break this pause, but wondering where this could lead to, I decided to start moving again. At first small back and forth movements, similar to those movements that got us to our currently fully embedded position, but when A felt those movements she must have now felt comfortable enough to start moving and she too must have thought that we needed to get a little more active. Rearranging the two of us we ended up in a 'doggy' style position. 

We were now in a position where we could see the TV again. Not needing any more stimulus but getting it anyway, the scene of the DVD had changed to something similar to what we were currently enjoying. The brunette was now getting 'spit roasted', with the blond at one end with a strap-on of her own and the original male with the healthy sized cock sliding it slowly in and out of the brunette's mouth. We watched a moment before restarting our own thrusting. We enjoyed the new position but I had a need to look into my lover's eyes as I came and I knew I couldn't last forever. Even if I could not use words to describe the feelings she was giving me, perhaps I could communicate it through my eyes and face. 

Disengaging, I lay on my back inviting her to have full control. For her to control how quick, how deep and how intense it could be for the two of us. She started again, going in and out the full length she could. I wasn't going to last like this and she could see it, she could sense it. Reaching down and fondling my balls whilst mouthing "I love you" was all it took. Locking eyes on my lover I exploded, it was massive, she encouraged it by continuing to rock back and forth, and helping me to expend my orgasm to its fullest extent. 

I must have closed my eyes at some point, because I was now opening them to see the love of my life looking down with a smile of enjoyment. It was a smile reflecting the enjoyment she had just given me. I was exhausted, there was cum everywhere, and wow was all I could think of. She reached down and slid a finger through some of the cum that was on me. She put the finger to her mouth sucked it off, then said "I think you enjoyed that." Well that was an understatement. Then asking me "Did you like your surprise", all I could do was nod. 

The surprises of the night were not quite over. She gently with drew the strap-on from within me and said "if your not to exhausted, I think I might like a bit of that," looking over her shoulder I could see the guy slamming his cock in and out of the ass of the Brunette. I smiled and said "you are on."



Surprise!!



Surprise!!

When my plane touches down on the runway my stomach is doing flips with excitement. It's been far too long since we have seen each other and even though it's only for a couple nights I know we will make the very best of every minute. 

I walk into the terminal knowing that your plane may have already arrived. I casually look around to see if I spot you but no such luck. I only have one carry-on bag filled with a change of clothes for the flight home, scented candles, massage oil, a couple of my favorite toys and a little something sexy to wear for you. I know that I won't be wearing it for very long. You'll take care of that, I am sure. 

I continue outside the terminal as you instructed me to. There is a bit of a breeze blowing up my semi short skirt and across my clean shaven and very wet pussy reminding me that I have no panties on. I better pay attention so not to let my skirt blow up giving anyone that may be looking a bare ass and bald, wet pussy show. That is a show meant for only you. I am so anxious to see you. To kiss you. To hold you. To taste you. To feel your hot tongue lapping at my wet pussy. To feel you inside me. Deep inside me. 

I am beginning to get concerned. You're flight was due to arrive ten minutes after my flight landed and you're nowhere to be found. Suddenly I hear a sexy whistle coming from a huge black Hummer with black tinted windows. The window goes down and it's YOU in the drivers seat. I was surprised to say the least. You climb out of the enormous vehicle and hurry over to me and scoop me up in your arms and spin me around in a big hug. My skirt is flying up showing my bare ass to all but I couldn't care less because I am finally in your arms.

You help me climb in and thanks to the breeze you notice my lack of panties. Can you say, "ROCK HARD COCK?" You didn't think I would really do it, did you? I told you that I wouldn't be wearing any! You are pleasantly surprised and more eager than ever to get down to business. Then we're off on the road. We can't keep our hands off each other so you decide it would be best to pull off the highway. We turn onto a small dirt road heading away from the city towards what looks like foothills. It seems to me, by the expression on your face, that you have a plan. I ask if you know where we are going and you just smile and tell me to be patient. 

Our hormones have cooled since turning off the main road and my curiosity is raging. Where are you taking me? We continue down the dirt road toward the foothills and we come to a gate. I'm surprised when you get out and unlock the gate. Now I'm really curious. Once you've pulled the Hummer through and relocked the gate, you get back in and smile. A sneaky, almost evil little grin. 

"What are you up to?", I ask. 

"It's been way too long since we've seen each other and I want our time together to be completely our time with no interruptions so I made some special arrangements for us." You are too much!! I am impressed that you took the time to do something special for us. I am dying to know what it is.

Approximately a thirty minute drive from the gate the landscape begins to look more like mountain terrain instead of the dry desert we came from. It's beautiful. There are more and more trees and fields of wild flowers but not a soul to be seen. We turn off on another dirt road and drive only a short distance when we come to a small lake with a small boat tied to a dock. A large modernly built cabin sits a short distance from the shore.

"Whose place is this?"

"Does it really matter? What matters is that we are together and very alone and we are going to make the best of every minute together."

With those words I feel my pussy tingle. I am so HOT for you and need to thank you for our special place. You pull up and park near the cabin but before you have the chance to open your door I stop you. I hold your face in my hands and look you in the eye and say, "Thank you." We kiss, slowly and tenderly at first but in no time we are kissing with intense passion. Your kisses turn me on so much. If I had panties on they would be soaked. You know how turned on I am and you reach for my wet pussy. I briefly let you get a feel for how wet I am but I stop you. 

"Let's go inside so I can thank you properly."

You open the door and I am amazed by the beauty of this home. It's warm and cozy and smells sweet and clean. There are fresh flowers throughout the rooms. It couldn't be more perfect. 

I need to take care of you in a big way. I kiss you again all the while maneuvering you toward the couch. I unbutton your shorts and let them fall to the floor before gently pushing you to sit down. Your beautiful cock is standing at attention. I admire it for a moment, teasing you, licking my lips. I kiss you again then tell you to sit back and enjoy. 

I take your cock in both my hands and stroke you gently and slowly. One hand cups your smooth sack, the other grips the base of your cock. I lick my lips again then very gently kiss, then lick just the tip… then I take the whole head of your cock in my mouth getting it good and wet. I look you in the eye and lightly blow cool air on your wet cock head. You groan. Then I decide the teasing is over. I want your rock hard cock in my hot, wet mouth so I take it in slowly… agonizingly slow… a little bit at a time all the while swirling my tongue around and around… further and further down your cock… deeper and deeper down my throat until you've bottomed out. You're going a little bit crazy at this point and I love it!! You start to squirm a little so I keep up the slow pace. You want me to speed it up a little but I just keep slowly enjoying your hard cock in my mouth and down my throat. 

I've decided that it's time to take you over the top. I stop slurping you down my throat to tell you, "Make love to my mouth, baby! FUCK MY FACE!" You do as I ask and hold my head in both hands and start fucking. It is such a total turn on. I am so HOT and my pussy is so wet from sucking on your beautiful cock and from my face fuck. I want you to get that first cum over with so we can really get down to business. You're so close now, fucking my face furiously. You tell me that you're about to cum and I just grab your ass and pull you to me, swallowing your cock as you explode down my throat. Stream after stream after stream of your hot cum coats my throat. 

I release my hold on your ass and you collapse and roll off the couch onto the floor. You lay there panting and grinning from ear to ear. I ask you to stay put and rest a few minutes then I go get my stilettos from my bag and put them on. I toss you a pillow to put under your head and tell you to close your eyes. My pussy is so wet from sucking you off, your rock hard cock deep down my throat and hearing how much you enjoyed it. So wet! I think it's about time you had a little taste.

I remind you again to keep your eyes closed then I put one foot on either side of your head and you smile. 

"Are you hungry for something tasty?"

"I'm starved!"

I slowly bend my knees bringing my wet pussy closer and closer to your face. My scent has reached your nose and your cock jumps in anticipation growing hard again already. I tease you a bit. Not quite getting close enough for your tongue to reach but close enough to make your mouth water. 

"Don't tease me or I won't be as gentle as your pussy likes me to be."

You've got a point so I ease myself lower.

"Ok, you can open your eyes." And you do.

"Mmmm… This is what I've been waiting for." 

With that said, I'm all yours to do to me whatever you want. You know what I like and what gets me HOT and my trip has only just begun. 

You reach your fat, wet tongue out and gently part my wet folds. Slowly lapping up my juice and there is plenty to quench your thirst! It feels so good and I want to feed you more but I must control myself and enjoy. Your thumbs slowly spread my lips wide allowing you access to my inner folds. You sweep your tongue up and down my wet slit then find the entrance to my pussy and start to tongue fuck me, putting it inside me as deep as you can. You grab my ass and pull me even closer to your face. I am so loving this!!

You decide that it's time to take charge. I am so far out in space from the pleasure you are giving me I don't even know how you did it but you managed to flip me onto my back without taking your tongue from my pussy. My legs are spread very wide now giving you full access to my pussy and my ass. You can't forget my ass, can you? I feel you spread my ass cheeks and take a couple long licks from my ass to my clit. Every time your tongue comes close to my clit you don't make full contact. Your tongue is doing a sensual dance around and around and around it… teasing… slowly… until I am bucking my hips trying to make you touch it. You pause to lick your fingers before slipping first one then another into my HOT, WET pussy just as your tongue makes first contact with my clit. I am nearly out of control now. FUCK YEAH!! I hold my pussy lips open wide for you while you finger fuck it and eat it so well. I feel you playing with my ass. You want to fill me up completely so you slip a finger in my ass too. My GOD!! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum right now, Ohh… ohh… ohh… my… GOD… I'm… C U M M I N G… FUCK YEAH!!

You don't stop. You keep your fingers where they are and keep on licking up my juice. You slowly slow down, gently removing your fingers from my body as I moan with full pleasure. I am in heaven. So happy and so exhausted but even more happy that we just arrived. I haven't even had your rock hard cock inside me yet. Give me a few minutes to recoup so we can fuck like animals. We've only just begun! 



Surprise!!



Standing outside of her house, I watch the bedroom window, waiting for the light to go off. That's when I'll make my move. Her parents are gone for the weekend at some kind of retreat. Her father didn't want to go, but his wife thought that was what they needed for their tired marriage. You see, I'm their neighbor and I find out all the good dope on all my neighbors. That way I can practice my profession and my hobby. By profession I am a thief, and it's good to know when people are gone. I never take much just a few items here and there that might take a while to be missed. 

My hobby, it may sound a little perverted but I get off on fear. And the best way to instill fear is threaten rape. I had never gone through with the actual rape, but the fear is overwhelming. That way no one gets hurt, and no evidence to catch me. I know, I should be shot, but first they have to prove it's me. Tonight is not work, it's pleasure. I have never worked this close to my own house before, but ever since I saw Jennifer I just had to have her. I have been planning this for almost a month, since I saw Jen at her pool. She is awesome, light blond hair, big blue eyes, a very sexy smile. Her body is to die for, pert little tits, great ass, tiny and firm, and as I was able to see when she went for a midnight swim the other day, her pussy is as bald as a newborn.

That same night she had a visitor at the pool, a tall lanky kid. You could tell he was trying his best, but the most she would let him do was grope her titties a bit. She always stopped him short of his goal. I think she stopped him when she started getting a little to hot and didn't think she could stop if he went any farther. It was after he left that she decided to give me a little show, though I don't believe she knew I was at the window watching. Without even being concerned if anyone was around, she slipped out of her shorts and T and finished the job that he had started. When she had cum, she tasted her fingers and went for a swim. That was the point that I decided to play my game with her.

So now I wait in the back yard out by that pool for my signal. I didn't have to wait long, the light went out and I started toward the sliding doors, Ann, her mom says that they are always unlocked. I love people from the country, so trusting. The doors slide noiselessly and I am inside. From my visits to the house I know that Jen's bedroom is at the end of the hall. Her door is open and I can see her bed from down the hall. She is laying on the bed on her back and in a very small teddy. She is a vision. I put on my ski mask and enter her room. While I stand at the foot of her bed I soak up her beauty. She is like a small doll. 

Quietly I slip the bindings that I have brought to the bed post at the foot and start to walk around to the head of the bed. Attaching the silk to the post, yes silk, it doesn't hurt their wrist and it feels nice. She starts to stir a little so I move back to the side of the bed and prepare. I carry a knife but I would never use it. If they didn't do what I said, I would just leave. I don't want to hurt anyone, yeah I know, the cowardly rapist.

Her eyes open slowly and then with a start as she sees me. I, of course, show her the knife and tell her to be very quiet, or I will be forced to use it. She sits there with that look of fear that I love so much, I tell her I am not here to hurt her, just to please myself. Very bravely she tries to get up but I push her back down. She settles down and asks me not to hurt her, they always ask that. I tell her to remove her nightie and she hesitates. I again show her the knife and she removes the lace teddy. As I said she is a goddess, then I tell her to tie the bindings around her ankles. 

When she finishes, I take her hands and do the same to her wrists. Now I can take my time. I tell her to talk to me, tell me what she is feeling. As expected she tells me she is afraid, not knowing that this is what I want her to feel. Something took me over this time, maybe the way she was looking at me, fear but trust, it was weird, and so hot. I yanked off my shirt and opened my jeans, slipping them off. Then I tell her to look at my cock and tell me she likes it and wants to lick it. She balks and I remind her that I still have my friend and she doesn't want me to make her say it. 

Choking back the tears she says, "You have a great cock and I want to lick it." That sounds so good, so I kneel on the bed and slide my cock across her lips, like she said, she licks it and in a surprise she tongues my balls.

"Take me in your mouth and suck me deep." She does and again to my surprise she licks along my balls and sucks harder. She slides my cock in deep and I can feel her throat tighten around me. I reach back to play with her pussy and she is extremely wet and hot. She appears to be getting off as much as I am. She pushes her pussy against my hand as I stroke her clit and slip a finger into her pussy. She moans deeply and sucks harder.

"You like my cock in your mouth don't you? You are wet as hell. You want to taste my cum?"

I hear her softly saying yes as the words slip around my cock. My finger in her pussy finds that little spot and she goes wild as I massage it. She is sucking the shit out of me and fucking my fingers in her pussy.

"Please put your finger in my ass," she says and catches me off guard. I do as she asks without removing my finger from her pussy. I then push against her spot with the finger in her ass, playing with her G-spot from inside her ass. She is dancing all over the bed and cumming all over my hand. I want my cock in her pussy and ass now so I slip out of her mouth. 

"Please don't stop, I want you to cum," once again, surprise, but I am to hot to care. I slide down and get between her legs, sliding my cock along her slit and rubbing it along her clit. She pushes her hips up as if trying to push me inside. Placing the head at the opening to her shaved clean pussy, slipping inside just enough, only an inch or so, and then remove it. She is humping and fighting to get me back inside. Once again, in just a little bit, and back out. I keep this up until she is begging.

" PUSH YOUR COCK IN DEEP, YOU BASTARD, MAKE ME CUM! I WANT TO FEEL YOU IN MY PUSSY HARD AND DEEP!!" I plunge in as far as I can go and start a slow rhythm, in and out. 

"ooooohhhh GOD FUCK ME HARD!" she pushes against me and tightens. Then as I slip out of her pussy, thrusting hard back into her, she screams, "OOOOOHHHHHHH MMMMMYYY GGGODDDDD HARDER FUCK ME MY PUSSY IS ON FIRE!!!" she is bouncing off the bed to meet every stroke. 

"I'm close , I'm cumming." I yell as I fuck her.

" CUM IN MY MOUTH, CUM ALL OVER ME, YOU BASTARD. I WANT TO TASTE YOUR CUM!" She starts cumming all over herself as I pull out of her straddling her with my cock pulsating. Then it's my turn to cum and she sucks and licks while I spray all over her face and tits. She continues to buck as I fuck her with my hand. 

When she finally settles down and stops cumming I get up, give her a kiss on the cheek, and tell her that she was amazing. 

"I want to see your face, please, I know it's you Dave." This almost knocks me over. I don't know whether to run or shit.

"I knew it was you when you were standing outside watching me, please take off the mask and let me suck on your tongue". I slowly remove the mask and kiss her, she sucks very hungrily on my tongue as I start to rub her pussy and build the fire again.

Well to make a long story short, I know too late, we play this little game about once or twice a week. We always change the setup a little, but the heat is always the same. I no longer need to practice my little hobby, but business has never been better. You know, she makes a great little second story man.



Surprise?



It was going to be a long day.

Claire had never been much for the world of romance. Running from secret organizations and superpowered serial killers never left her much time for that kind of thing. She was always more pragmatic, trying to figure out how to survive or, when surviving wasn't an issue, how to just deal with life on a basic level. So a month or so ago when her roommate had kissed her, it wasn't just confusion because she had a girl kissing her. It was more because she had anyone kissing her at all.

Since then, things had been ... not awkward, but complicated. Gretchen had been doing a good job of giving her time ... that was something. But the more Claire thought about it, the less that was a benefit. With all the insanity from the carnival and her dad building up, it was getting to the point where she just wanted someone to be close to. She had confidants, she had people who understood her situation, she'd had them for years. What was driving her insane now was that her life was always so chaotic that she never had the time to stop and be comforted or just ignore even for a few hours that she was not and never could be normal. And considering she had exactly one friend here ... she was tired of having to keep a "minimum safe distance" from her.

It was a shitty afternoon that day: raining outside, lightning crashing. From what Claire could see from her window, walkways were starting to flood. She sighed and left the curtains open, laying down on her bed inverted to watch the storm. On top of that, it was WAY too hot and the air conditioner was broken. Clair wasn't entirely comfortable with the pink, lacey underwear (nor did she even remember when she got them), but she'd already started laundry before this day had turned into a clusterfuck. "No class today," she mumbled, less than enthused, "Whoo." She tilter her head back from the torrential downpour outside and stared at the ceiling, bored out of her mind. It'd been one of those days. The ones where she couldn't stop thinking. And with nothing to actually do, it just gets worse and worse and worse.

She bent her head back awkwardly (and, for anyone else, probably really uncomfortably) upsidedown as the door clicked. Gretchen, wearing an excessively large and soaked black poncho, slipped into the room and slammed the door behind her by leaning against it. She dropped her bag as she caught her breath, having run all the way across campus from her last class before the storm had shut the school down for the day. She opened her mouth to say something and paused, her eyes widening just a little bit as she looked down to see Claire laying down and arching herself up in her underwear. Claire immediately realized this may not have been the best way to choose to cool off at this, but it wasn't like she could throw something on. At least not without it being covered in detergent and water.

"Laundry ... day," Claire said, somewhat meekly as she turned herself around, laying stomach-down and maybe a little less provocatively.

"Oh ... right, laundry day," Gretchen answered, doing her best not to sound awkward or stare and shaking her head a little. She took off the poncho and retreated to her closet to change. Claire groaned and buried her head into her arms, feeling like a raging bitch for what she guessed she must have just put her friend through. 'I mean, it's not even like you DON'T like her,' she admitted to herself internally, 'So why can't you just be a woman and tell her?' She'd been having that fight with herself for days now on top of all the conflict, two probably-related facts, but it still was agonizing.

She looked up suddenly with determination, then threw a glance to the window again. It WAS a shitty day. It WAS a long day. Only 10:55 in the morning and she'd already been exposed, overheated, stressed-out, and frustrated. 'DO something about it, then,' she commanded herself, 'Stop being such a pussy and just ... okay, Claire. Get up. Figure something out. Do it. That easy.' She spun around to sit up and looked at the slightly ajar closet door where she could hear the slight rustling of clothing. She breathed in deeply and got up, making quick strides over to it.

Claire paused, her hand about to knock on the door. She felt warm, but not just from the broken air conditioning. She was nervous and more than a little excited. Her hand dropped lower as she thought out what she was going to do, barely realizng her impulses were acting for her. By the time her fingers had wrapped around the doorknob, she was barely moving herself at all. She looked down at her closed hand and exhaled finally, then pulled the door open slowly.

Gretchen turned around, hands pulled behind her back and on the clasp of her bra. She paused, otherwise completely undressed, and stared back at Clair for a second. "Um, can I help you?" she asked just as nervously, tilting her legs away from Claire a little. While Claire didn't mind her showing off her firm, pale ass, she couldn't help but think she was acting a little weird. Well, weirder than she thought she would in this scenario.

"If I was any good at come-ons, I'd have a one-liner about the bra," Clair said, unable to make her move away from the door or into the closet, "but I'm not. So I'm hoping that gives you an idea of why I'm in here on its own?" Gretchen tilted her head for a second in confusion, then mouthed an "Oh!" as she got to the point.

"Claire ... it's not that I don't want to?" Gretchen answered, notably blushing a little, "But ... there are some things about me you don't know. And they're things that most people get a little freaked out by. Okay, well, one of them is." She closed her eyes for a second and nodded. Claire looked her over a little apprehensively, unsure what she could be talking about.

She didn't have to wait that long to find out. Gretchen threw her bra to the side and turned around, letting Claire see all of her at once. Most of it was what she had expected: she saw her average-sized, but perky breasts, her flat stomach, the pale tone of her skin, long, graceful legs that were admittedly just a little more toned than she'd remembered them being ... and one thing she didn't. Between those legs hung what looked to be a rather large penis and a set of balls, completely shaved so there was really no mistaking what she was looking at. It was standing at attention, almost like it was staring at her.

"Yeah ... for about five years now," Gretchen made herself say after a few seconds as Claire, a little shocked, stared down, "Not the girl part, the that part. I just woke up one day and ... yeah. I'm not sure how or why ... okay, look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you in the first place, but after you turned me down, I didn't think ... I didn't think you'd ever have to know. I'm REALLY good at hiding it. Just ... not right now." She closed her eyes, wincing a little at the embarassment. She was bright red in her cheeks, wishing she was somewhere else not here right now.

Claire finally found the courage to step in right then, moving towards her. She pushed herself up a little, shorter than her roommate who now stood completely bared in front of her, and kissed her. As she put one hand on her hip and the other behind her head to pull her towards her, Claire could feel Gretchen's body tense, then relax. Her hands moved to Claire's hip and pulled her into her. Claire could feel the hard member against her sex and gasped into Gretchen's mouth, making her break the kiss.

"So ... not a problem?" Gretchen asked her, looking down with a nervous smile. Claire grinned back and shook her head, just glad to be able to feel close. Besides, she had to admit that she was very interested in Gretchen's ... unique situation. She'd never been with anyone intimately and the idea alone seemed foreign and arousing. That it could be with this beautiful woman AND what was one hell of an impressive dick ... it wasn't a losing situation.

Claire slipped away and back into the room, leading Gretchen by the hand a little towards her bed. She sat on it while Gretchen slipped between her legs and kissed her again, hands trailing down her body slowly. Claire reached back and unhooked her bra while her tongue gently slipped along the edges of the other girl's mouth, casting it aside quickly to free her taught breasts, nipples hard and eager for attention.

Gretchen kissed down her neck, sucking just a little her thumb's slipped around the edges of Claire's panties. She moved down and tugged them down as her lips wrapped around Claire's right nipple after a few soft kissed around it. Claire gasped and wriggled her legs to let her panties fall free, her hands starting to ball against the covers. Gretchen moved to the other breast and slowly sucked as her teeth bit just a little. Her hands slid back up Claire's legs, gripping a little at her thighs. Claire felt lit-up, nerves starting to stand on end as Gretchen played with her.

She bit her lip as she watched Gretchen sink down her body, kissing over her stomach and down to her pussy. She could feel that she was already wet and gasped a little higher as she felt her friend's tongue slowly move up her slit. Gretchen's hand's slipped in between Claire's legs with her head and she slowly slipped two fingers from her right hand into Claire's mound. Claire's fingers balled the sheets as she started to groan, Gretchen's tongue lapping at her clit while her fingers slid into her. Her mind swirled and one of her hands reached up and wrapped its fingers through Gretchen's dark hair, steadying herself and pushing down just a little.

Claire's eyes widened a little in surprise as she felt Gretchen replace her fingers from one hand with those from the other, then prod the slippery digits at her asshole. She could tell Gretchen was waiting for an invitation or rejection, so, despite initial internal resistance, spread her legs a little wider. Claire reminded herself she couldn't feel pain as she invited Gretchen into her tightest, most forbidden area, and moaned as her fingers pistoned her ass slowly while her tongue and other hand worked her sex.

Claire's clit was engorged and starting to throb as Gretchen worked her over eagerly, muslces pulsing as she felt herself on the edge of orgasm. "Oh, God, don't stop!" Claire panted, "Please don't stop!" She moaned loudly, muscles contracting to grip at Gretchen's finger as she came. She pushed Gretchen into her mound and felt her fingers digging at her own palm against the bed, tilting her head back as her pitch heightened between ragged breaths.

She loosened her grips and let herself slide back to laying on the bed, catching her breath for a second. Gretchen looked up from between her legs, pulling her fingers out of Claire as she stood up to look over her quivering, naked body.

"How was that?" she asked, her smile no longer the shy and nervous one Claire was used to. It was more mischievious, a knowing smile that reflected her ability to push Claire beyond her normal restrictions now. Claire sat up and kiss her deeply, tasting herself as their tongues batted gently against each other.

"Great, but you knew that," Claire answered after a few seconds, "Show-off. Now lay down." Claire stood and pushed Gretchen to her bed. Gretchen obliged, pulling herself to lay down completely, and Claire straddled her. She pushed her wet sex against Gretchen's rock-hard dick, not letting it penetrate as she started to grind against it. Gretchen sighed and grabbed Claire's hips, pulling her down hard.

"Who's the show-off?" she managed to gasp out as Claire teased her. Claire pushed down and started to gyrate harder.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Claire asked, surprised a little at how dirty it sounded.

"You know I do, you can FEEL that I do."

"I know. But you don't get to if you don't tell me."

"Mean!"

"Even meaner in a few seconds ..."

"Yes, I want to fuck you. I want to push myself inside you and ride you like a goddamned racehorse. Happy?"

"Very," Claire responded as she started to pant a little again, getting herself worked up. She lighted herself up and reached underneath herself, gripping Gretchen's cock. She lined it up with her sex and slowly let it drive into her. Although she was a virgin, her hymen was LONG gone from the physical trauma her body had seen and there was no blood as Claire stretched around Gretchen's impressive tool.

She leaned down and started to suck Gretchen's breasts as her hips moved gently, riding her friend just slightly as she appreciated her body. Gretchen's hands moved from Claire's hips to her ass, gripping it tightly and pulling it down to her, her breaths deepening as she felt Claire move on her. Claire grinned, enjoying both the feeling of control and how Gretchen felt inside her. She started to thrust her hips back harder as she propped herself up, hands braced against the bed. She gasped as Gretchen's hands moved back towards her hips and the both of them thrust alternatingly.

Claire bounced on top of Gretchen, groaning as her sex tightened around Gretchen's cock. She could feel herself starting to sweat as she thrust down on the beautiful woman beneath her, nerves on fire and she rode her harder and harder. Gretchen was panting, occasionally letting out a moan or gasp as she felt Claire contract around her as they fucked. Claire was just barely starting to ride into her when she felt Gretchen stop and her grip strengthen to keep her from pushing down.

"What?" Claire panted out, clearly impatiently.

"I can't ... keep fucking you," Gretchen said as she caught her breath, "I don't have any condoms."

"Why would-"

"Well, I wasn't exactly expecting this to be your plan for how we spend today trapped inside," Gretchen said. Claire lifted herself off Gretchen, letting out a weak grunt of frustrating as her dick fell out of her sex. Claire stood up and stopped for a second, thinking, then turned to Gretchen's bed and bent over it, hands against the bed, and looked back at Gretchen with a wicked grin.

"You can't keep fucking my pussy ..." Claire said, shaking her ass just a little towards Gretchen. Gretchen sat up, eyes a little wide in disbelief. "I don't feel pain," Claire explained, "and I liked it when you fingered my ass. So why not?" Gretchen shrugged and stood up, approaching Claire from behind.

"You've got a point," she finally said as she gripped Claire's firm ass and spread her cheeks. She lined her dick's head up with Claire's tight little hole and slowly pushed into it. Claire groaned, already overly sensitive from coming and having been started in on. Her ass gripped Gretchen's dick like a vice as she buried it all the way into her. Gretchen's hands moved up to her hips and she started to thrust, her rod in a stranglehold inside Claire's ass.

Claire moaned openly as Gretchen built up speed and effort, sensory nerves freely accepting the pleasure without any of the normal uncomfortability getting in the way. She felt exposed and dirty, but also safe in the knowledge that Gretchen wouldn't hurt her even in such an open state. Her fingernails pressed against her hands as she pushed back against Gretchen's thrusts, arching her back as her muslces started to contract again.

Shortly, Gretchen was throbbing inside Claire's ass as she pounded it in a manner that would be vicious for anyone else. Claire, however, just groaned and breathed raggedly, inches away from coming again. The feeling of the huge dick in her ass was much more intense and she felt herself clamp down as she started to come.

This time, Claire screamed, unable to contain herself as her pussy even squirted a little bit. Gretchen's constant hammering dragged it out, drenching a small area of the carpet beneath her. Gretchen wasn't far behind, Claire's tight ass clamping down on her not something she was prepared for. She moaned as she started to come, shooting her hot seed up Claire's ass in wave after wave until she felt almost empty. Claire, on the other hand, felt incredibly full as Gretchen's spewed hot cum up her ass and collapsed forward on the bed. Gretchen pulled out of her and pulled her legs to the bed, then sat down beside her.

"This was a much better day than I thought it would be," Claire mumbled as Gretchen brushed her hair out of her face, Claire's arms laying at her side and feeling to numb to do it. As she felt herself starting to drift off to the pitter-patter of the rain outside, Gretchen curled up next to her and she smiled.

Because this time, she was glad that it was going to be a long day.



Surprise



Walking toward the club, I checked my mobile to double check the time. Good, I still had a good 10 minutes to kill to grab myself a drink and enjoy the music...which I hopefully wouldn't be doing when he arrived. 

Moving confidently, I smiled at the bouncer as he opened the rope to let me into the dark building ahead. This was one of my favourite clubs, as the sound of heavy metal pounded around me. I moved towards the ladies, scanning the dance floor. It was rather crowded in here tonight, more than usual, but at least there were a lot of rather attractive men to observe, especially as out of the corner of my eye there were a few people checking out my outfit. 

I slipped through the door, and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, to check my outfit before he arrived. I was dressed in my favourite 'date outfit', my red silk shirt and underbust corset, which accentuated the hourglass figure I usually kept hidden. It also had the added bonus of pushing up the boobs that although weren't excessive, where still visible as creamy white swells under the red silk. My red hair and pale skin shone under the bright lights. Add to that a black pencil skirt and high heels and I felt surprisingly sexy and feminine. 

I smiled again, thinking 'that didn't happen often' as I made my way past the queue already building for the bathroom. I knew I wasn't excessively unattractive, but I was aware I was built more Valkyrie than Vogue. I had yet to find a man who wasn't threatened by my outward tough masculine demeanour to be a relative challenge in bed.

Walking back through the crowded dance floor I moved towards the bar to get my first measure of Dutch courage, and I smiled at the barman as I made my request for a martini and lemonade.

As it turned out that was where I stayed, sadly, for the next half and hour, waiting for the date that didn't arrive. I checked my phone again. Nothing, the bastard stood me up. I covered my disappointment with emptying my drink, figuring at least his loss may be another man's gain, if I can find myself something to keep my interest.

I stood and scanned the dance floor. Bodies cramped together, gyrating, moving with the beat, all on show in front of me... if I were interested in putting in the effort, but there was nothing that caught my eye.

Sighing, I finished my drink and started to move towards the door, when a masculine voice spoke from my left.

"Shame you're leaving. I was about to ask if I could buy you another drink."

I looked towards the voice, and noted the interested gleam in the man's eyes. Dark hair curled around a sensitive handsome face, and as I took in the rest of his body, clad mainly in leather and a skin-tight black t-shirt he smiled, as if he knew that I liked what I saw.

"I was about to, but I may stay a while longer", smiling as I took my seat again, crossing my legs and making sure the tops of my stockings weren't visible...yet. "At least I should be able to address the man who made the kind offer. I'm Jane, and yours?" I gave him a smile, noting that his eyes were a beautiful mix of brown and green, the hazel colour strangely intoxicating. "The name's Nikos. I'll leave that last name out to add an air of mystery" I laughed at that, as he attracted a bartender and ordered me another. As he bent over the bar I felt something tingle as I looked at the defined muscles in his back. Whether it was my stomach or lower, I wasn't worried about analysing it. I just wanted him.

"So Nikos, what brings you here? I assume you're not connected to anyone or you wouldn't have offered to buy me a drink." 

He looked around the crowd on the dance floor absently before his stare returned to me, almost like a hawk in front of rabbit "No, I'm not connected to anyone at the moment. And as to what I'm doing here...same as you I imagine. It would be a very dull world if one couldn't go and...find a little entertainment of an evening. At least, I would like entertainment, although I have yet to find it." He stopped then, as if he was going to add something else, but the gleam in his eyes told me all he didn't say. It seems this night isn't going to be so bad after all.

"What sort of entertainment where you looking for Nikos?" leaning into him, noting his eyes went to the v in my shirt, where I knew my breasts where pale and swelling.

As his eyes darkened with some kind of hunger, I was aware no man had looked at me like that before, like I was prey, rather than my usual predator. It gave me a certain type of thrill, almost fear, but with it my body shimmered to life. He looked at me then, like he was aware of how aroused I was for him, smiled, held his hand out for mine, and together we left the club.

Walking back towards the car park, I laughed and said "To sound clichéd, your place or mine?"

"Mine. I think I can surprise you."

"How so?"

His lips lifted at that. "I think, my dear Jane that you haven't had a sexual encounter where you weren't in control. Wouldn't you like an experience where you give your pleasure over to a lover who can fulfil your fantasies?" As we walked to what I assumed was his car, quiet shock raced through my mind at his scarily accurate reading of me and on the heels of it an almost painful feeling of arousal that made me instantly hot. How did he know that? I covered up my shock quickly "You're rather hasty to make assumptions about me when you barely know me."

He looked up at me on that, and as I was about to open the passenger side, he moved around the car and kissed me strongly, pushing me against the door. He let me go suddenly, breathing hard and under his breath I heard him say "But I would like to know more of you Jane."

I opened the door and sat down, buckled up and waited for him to start the engine. Trying to get my breathing under control after the shocking but albeit chaste kiss, I was hoping this was going to be a quick trip, because I was dying to get closer to him.

We began moving away from the centre of town and into the residential, and I had a full opportunity to study the man in the seat next to me. The lights from the streetlamps highlighted a stunning face and a stunning body, and my eyes (traitors that they were) moved down and his leather trousers did nothing to hide what was a stunning erection. 

"How far away is your place?" He looked round with a grin. "Impatient are we?" he replied, to which my response was to stroke his thigh, moving closer to his erection. "Not at all...I'm perfectly content. Can't say the same for you though..."...moving my eyes down, indicating his hard on. 

"Oh...that. I'm perfectly content...or at least I hope to be." He shifted his hips up as my hand moved closer to his cock. My hand moved on it through the skin of his leathers, and I heard him breath raggedly. Another shot of heat ran through me, just in time for him to pull into a driveway and stop the car. I opened the door, but he got there first, pulling me again into another breathless kiss. His tongue pushed in, full of ownership as were his hands which I felt pressing and squeezing my backside. I responded, pulling him closer, pushing my hips against his groin and grinding against him, feeling his erection hot and heavy against my stomach. 

He stepped back, fire in his eyes and led me towards the front door of a lovely barn conversion. Unlocking the door and all but throwing me inside, he shut and locked it and I felt a thrill of something akin to fear, watching as his shadow moved towards me. 

He walked to stand in front of me, his mouth lowered to my ear.

"So...Jane. What am I going to do to you? His husky voice sent chills down my spine, and I brought my hand up to his chest, feeling the muscles there. "I thought the agreement was that I didn't get a say in the matter?"

He chuckled lazily at that, and taking me by the hand, led me upstairs into a room, switched on the light, and let me look at what he meant by a 'surprise'. The room was tasteful, in blacks and purples, the four poster was wrought iron but what caught my attention was the chains and shackles attached to the sides. Candles were everywhere, which he began lighting, and one by one the room was filled with a flickering light that made everything look even more forbidden and heavily erotic. He switched the wall light off, walked over to me and ran a finger down my cheek, slowly tracing my lips, moving slowly down my neck, making me shiver, and coming to rest in the cleavage open at my shirt.

I moved my hand up to his face, stroking and moved down to unbutton his shirt, when his hands grabbed my wrists, halting me. "Not yet, lover." His hands began roaming around my corset, and unhooking it, he began to undress me. The shirt was next, the skirt followed and I stood in my stockings and suspenders and my bra whilst he was fully clothed. 

"Undo your bra for me lover. I want to see you expose yourself for me." I made a show of it, slowly moving my hands round my back, and whilst unhooking pushing my breasts together, enjoying the sound of his sharp inhalation. I let it drop, and decided to take the initiative turned round and shimmied out of my pants as well; wiggling the arse he'd so hungrily groped. I felt him grab me and pull me back to his front, and I felt that incredible erection against me.

His hands moved up towards my breasts, cupping them and then I felt his fingers tugging at my nipples, making me moan. He bent back, and came back with my underbust corset, fitting me back into it, only this time with my breasts on full display, pushed up and swelling from his rather brief touches.

"Lie on the bed" he nearly growled, and I made my way towards it, bending forwards and bracing myself on all fours, very aware of what I was showing him. I looked back over my shoulder, loving his hungry expression. 

"Like what you see, I take it?" knowing full well that most men don't mind the fact that I shave myself regularly. I loved the feeling of being bare to his eyes, and knowing I was wet, it gave him an idea of what to expect.

I lay down on the bed, one hand up behind my head, and watched him as his eyes feasted on my body. He pulled his shirt off, and I watched his defined muscles move in the candlelight.

"So, what do we have here?" He moved his way over to the bed, leaning over me to kiss me softly on the lips. "Something beautiful and bare and just begging to be taken...well lover, I intend to make you beg. You're not allowed to talk and you're not allowed to come until I say"

He took his time fastening my arms and legs into his equipment, stroking and touching just enough to tease, and by the end of it, I was desperate before his eyes in the candlelight. He knew this, watching my shiver, as his eyes kept going back to the place that was warm, wet and shining for him, any part of him.

He stood back to admire his handiwork, and went to a chest of drawers over to the left, and opening the first one, brought out a blindfold.

He came over and pulled it over my eyes, robbing me of my sight completely. I heard him moving, and the lack of sight made it all the more erotic. What was he going to do to me?

I heard his footsteps come nearer, and felt his mouth against mine, owning, tongue moving in and swirling with mine. 

His mouth moved lower, caressing my neck, biting as he made his way slowly to my breasts. My nipples tightened, wanting his mouth on them but he avoided them, kissing and licking my breasts whilst I prayed for his mouth to suck my nipple between his lips. Instead, I felt a sharp pinch on one nipple, then the other. Expecting pain, I tensed, but the pinch was gentle and arousing, even more when he pulled on what I supposed was a lead joining the two.

I nearly moaned, and I heard a chuckle. "Well done. You look a sight lover. Your breasts are heaving and your nipples are tightly pinched. You should imagine how turned on I am, how rock solid my cock is, how much I want to be here." As his hand hit my clit I nearly moaned again, wanting some contact, any contact, just to sate this arousal. His hands found my breasts again, pulling the clamp lightly, and I felt his mouth around the tip of my breast, flicking and I arched off the bed.

His hands began to move on my breasts, caressing and finally moving lower, and lower until his hand rested on my mound.

Reaching down, his finger tickled just above where I wanted him to go, a teasing touch, before I felt his fingers move down to sample my wet core, and by that time I was drenched. "Oh god..." I heard him murmur "You feel so good. I can just imagine this around my cock." I moved myself against his hands, and as his fingers began to slowly tease my clit, I began to feel myself getting hotter, and that was before his fingers pushed into my core in a movement that had me bucking my hips off the mattress in impatience of orgasm. He stopped suddenly then, "I told you this wasn't about you being in control here lover." 

He pulled away, and moving down the bed I felt hot breath on my clit, but I knew better than to move. I didn't want this stop. I felt his breath catch, as if he was looking at my smooth and slick core and without any warning his mouth was on me, sucking my clit between his lips and flicking with his tongue. I barely restrained myself from coming, remembering his earlier instruction, but it was so hard. 

His mouth felt perfect against me, his tongue talented in me and the way it moved drove me crazy. He kept at it, ramping up my arousal to near orgasm again and again and slowing down, teasing me and prolonging my exquisite torture. By the end of this I was panting and desperate and I felt him speak into my core, "How much do you want to come right now? And you can't say anything, can't respond. How long could I leave you like this? Doesn't that turn you on how much power I have over your ability to orgasm?"

He moved up, pulling on the lead between the clamps and pulling "I think I'll take pity on you this time..." He kept his hand on the lead between the clamps and as his mouth moved back to my core he kept a rhythmic pulling. I was getting so close, getting so aroused, when he slipped a vibrator in my core and pushed it in hard it took all my self control not to. 

His mouth vibrated into me as he told me to come, and come hard on his mouth. I lost it. Completely lost it. And all the while the thick vibrator was pulsing in me and his hand was on the lead on my nipples. I screamed out, working myself against his mouth, coming over and over again. 

Gradually the pulses faded, and as I lay still he pulled the vibrator out and the blindfold off and laid them aside. Oh...my god, I thought, that was amazing. His eyes moved over my body, and saw the relief on my face and he gave me a look that turned me on all the more. 

"You think that's all? I have a so much more to make you beg for." He moved back from the bed, and his hand went to the zipper on his leathers. He cupped himself through the leather, looking at me teasingly, before ditching them and standing naked before me, his hand on his heavy cock.

"How much do you want this in you Jane?" His hand moved on his cock, his stomach muscles clenching, the head pushing through the nest of his palm and all I could imagine was how thick it would feel inside of me.

He moved up on the bed, and his cock was pushed against my lips. "Suck me." I obeyed, and my lips teased his cock, my tongue expertly circling and flicking and being tied up only made it hotter. I knew he liked it by the soft moan that came from him as my tongue licked around a very sensitive area, teasing before sucking him deeper into my mouth. 

I could see him watching me, so I pulled away purposefully and slowly ran my tongue over the tip of his cock, keeping my eyes trained on his. I sucked him in again, working my mouth around him, finding a rhythm that left his breath deepening and his hips working against my mouth.

He pulled away then, moved between my thighs and pushed himself into the very threshold of my sex, my flesh giving way to that hardness in a way that made me nearly moan, before his lips moved up to claim mine. 

I could taste myself on him as he took control of my lips, his tongue moving against mine, his cock still only millimetres into me, but I knew better than to try and push him deeper. 

He paused for a minute and grabbed the vibrator next to him, and placed it against my clit in between the two of us. I moaned from the intense dual sensation of something thick and hard barely filling me and something pulsing against my aching sensitive clit. He moved it against me whilst making small teasing movements with his cock, making me writhe on the bed. 

"I'll reward your patience now lover" as he knew I was dying for more and he pushed hard and pushed deep, sliding in easily.

Nothing could describe the way he felt in me, his thick cock moving as he began to thrust hard into me, pushing my clit tight against the vibrator still between us. 

His hands moved back to the clamps on my nipples; pulling, the pain ramping up the pleasure and I strained against the bindings, wanting to grab his arse and his back, moving my hips up to meet him stroke for stroke as much as I was able, 

He undid my arms and legs then, and I pushed the vibrator aside as my hands clamped onto his arse, thrusting him deep into me, as I wanted to feel every inch of him. 

He pushed harder in me, his muscles tensing and releasing with every heavy thrust. My body edged further to the pinnacle of orgasm, dying for release, but I was still waiting for his command. "Please..."I moaned breathlessly "I want to come so hard on your cock. I'm begging you, please." 

He growled at that, pulling on the lead still attached to my nipples, his hard cock plunging into me and with that my body orgasmed wildly, crying his name.

He didn't stop, going faster and harder and no sooner had my body orgasmed once, I came again hard, crying his name and digging my nails into his back and this time felt his cock exploding in me, hot jets filling me as the pulses of my orgasm rendered me helpless.

He collapsed on top of me then, our breathing ragged and I felt his seed spill down my thighs from where we were still joined.

He raised himself up on one arm, still breathing hard and smiled rakishly at me.

"Told you I'd surprise you."



Surprise!



I have to admit, even as a married woman I absolutely LOVE going to our local gay/drag bar. Yes, being surrounded by women that are gay and bisexual is thrilling, but I will also admit that I find the "girls" in drag extremely exciting. 

When I first went to the bar to watch the drag show I was amazed that lots of the "girls" looked better than I did. 

In particular, there was a "girl" in an evening gown, long blonde wig, and surprisingly feminine features. I tipped her and while "she" sang she leaned forward, showing me that the cleavage I was looking at was just a trick of make-up and boning on the dress. However, I was surprised to look down the dress at one single pierced nipple sporting a small silver ring. 

I do not know why, but that moment has always stuck in my head as extremely erotic!

That moment has evolved within my mind to a fantasy, as most erotic moments often do. I fantasize about buying her a drink and having the bar tender take it to her, him motioning in my direction and her lifting the glass to me with a sultry smile.

I wish to myself that I would have had the nerve to really talk to her that night, discover who she was, her sexual orientation, if dressing in drag was just fun or actually pleasurable. I know in actuality it would be different, but in my fantasies it plays out something like this!

Her show set is done and as we sit and talk, kicking back a couple drinks, relaxing a bit more than we should with the help of alcohol. I am pleasantly surprised to find that she is bisexual and her name, Ashley, is just as gender neutral as she is. She is single and doing the shows is fun for her, but she primarily lives her life as a man doing retail sales at a local cell phone store. I share that I am also bisexual, but married, a mother and about my life in general.

Our conversation is easy going and comfortable and there is a mutual attraction as friends and also a slight bit of sexual tension between us. The hour grows late and we exchange cell numbers and head our separate ways for the evening. 

The next day Ashley texts my cell asking how I am, while I reply my husband inquires about who it is and I reply, 

"Ashley. We met at the club last night?"

He tips me a look and says, "Gay or Bi?"

"Bi." 

I reply back, purposely not mentioning that Ashley is actually a male in drag and letting my husband create his own fantasies. 

Over the next few weeks Ashley and I text and talk often and get even closer. Together we plot getting together and share fantasies, confess secrets, and become good friends. 

Knowing that my husband is assuming Ashley is a girl, I am not at all hesitant in asking if our kids can go spend the night with grandma and if Ashley can come over to hang out with us. As I expected, he is eager to oblige. 

The night that Ashley is supposed to come over I am eager and tense. I have absolutely no clue how to dress, what to say, or whether she will be coming casual as a man, or dressed as a woman. 

I don't want to seem desperate and don't want to go to the extreme of wearing a dress when we are just sitting at home, but I also don't want to look scrubby! Finally in a fit of exasperation I throw on a pair of black jean shorts and a simple pink fitted tee-shirt, although I am sure to pair it with some cute silky thong panties and bra...just in case!

The doorbell rings and I have to restrain myself from leaping to the door. Upon pulling the door open I find that Ashley has indeed, come dressed as woman as I had hoped. She is wearing a shoulder length wavy strawberry blonde wig, her blue eyes are very bright in comparison, and her make-up is done light and natural. 

It appears she has struggled with some of the same issues as me and has arrived in hip-hugging jeans and a red fitted tee-shirt. She has on a small padded bra, giving her the impression of a tall, yet thin and small breasted woman. 

I tell her hello and give her a hug, introducing her to my husband. My husband smiles and tells her hello, but I am not stupid. I caught the look in his eyes and him checking out her ass as she puts her purse next to the love seat adjacent from us before she sits down. I am always aroused when I notice my husband checking out another girl, but I am even more aroused at the fact that he is technically checking out a GUY. 

We are having fun, a nice laid back time, watching stand-up comedians on TV, sharing funny stories, and popping back a few drinks. I am keeping mine limited, because I do not want to get drunk. Although I did decide to make some jello shots for the occasion!

I announce that I am going to get some jello shots and ask who wants one, and we all agree we do. On my way passed Ashley to get them, she reaches out and smacks my ass, giving me a grin and making eye contact letting me know that she is planning on more. 

Coming back from the kitchen, jello shots in hand, I decide to start getting things rolling on my own and have a seat next to Ashley on the love seat instead of back on the couch with my husband. We down our jello shots, daring each other and seeing who can swallow theirs the fastest and easiest. 

She shots are taking effect; my head is starting to cloud, when I feel a hand on my knee. I look over at Ashley and she is slyly watching TV and rubbing her hand from my knee up my thigh and back down again, a slight smile on her face. 

I look to my husband, who has obviously noticed, and he smiles at me and nods.

I move my hand to Ashley's arm and start running my fingers up and down while she continues to rub my leg. My husband is watching and my lady parts are really starting to heat up. 

Ashley moves toward me, sweeps my hair back and begins kissing my neck. I feel my breath suck in, and grab for her waist to pull her closer to me. 

She drops to the floor and kneels between my parted legs, again running her hands up my thighs before sliding them up my shirt and cupping my breasts. She gives them a quick squeeze and then, much to my amazement, pulls her hands out of my shirt and stands up. 

For a moment I am flabbergasted. I watch her stand up and think to myself that my mommy body must have turned her off. But she tips a wink at me, turns, and drops back to her knees in front of my husband. She begins to run her hands up his thighs up just like she did to me, paying special attention to a certain swelling that has recently started in my husband's pants!

I curl my legs up under me and start to watch Ashley play with my husband. The voyeur that I am, I am relishing this immensely. My husband's eyes are closed, his head leaned back, and he is enjoying Ashley fondling him. 

She presses a hand on either side of my husband's pants fly, bites the fabric between her teeth and pulls. There is a loud pop as they come unbuttoned, and she skillfully clenches the metal between her teeth and pulls the zipper down. 

I notice her reach between her legs and back toward her ass and know that she must be uncomfortable trapped in those tiny jeans. 

I unleash one leg from under me, open it wide and let it trail to the floor. I drop my hand between my parted legs and enjoy the heat. I will admit that there are times that I have major penis envy; however, I love the fact that I am the only one that really has a pussy in this situation!

Ashley releases my husband's cock from his pants and slowly moves her hands up it. She turns and looks at me, making eye contact and giving me a quick wink before sinking her mouth over it. My husband sighs and reaches up to grab her hair, but she quickly grabs his wrists and presses them down. 

It's not often that hubs and I have group situations where he is being paid a lot of attention, so I am really glad to see how much is being given to him. I move to the floor so I can get a closer view, stealing a quick grab between Ashley's thighs and feeling something not very feminine growing down there!

I grab a seat next to my husband so I can watch Ashley give him head from a better point of view. My god, she looks beautiful down there, just sucking away. She grabs onto the sides of my husband's pants, he leans up and she drags them down, leaving my husband naked from the waist down. 

He isn't near orgasm yet, but his balls are tightening, showing me orgasm is approaching. However, Ashley can tell what is going on and she turns her focus to me. 

"Are you going to take those off?" 

she asks in her husky voice, motioning toward my own shorts. 

A moment of tension and panic sets in for a second, as it always does when I have to expose my cootchi with my giant thick labia. I have yet to have sex with a girl built like me in the lower region, and I think that MOST people have not been with a girl like me, therefore I get nervous about it and how people will handle my appearance or if they would be able even figure out how to START pleasuring me. 

I stand up, slowly unbuttoning my shorts and sliding them down my thighs. I let them fall to my feet, kick them off and start to sit down again.

"Huh-uh." Ashley says, "panties too."

I stand motionless for a moment. Not sure what to do. But I note that while she looks at me she has slowed down playing with my husband's cock and that simply will not do. So I slid my little lacey panties down too and stand for moment, naked from the waist down, not sure what comes next. 

Ashley grabs my hand and pulls me over, stands me in front of my husband so he is looking at my ass and presses her hands between my legs and forces them open. 

She must have seen the look of panic on my face, because she gives my puffed up pussy a kiss, looks at me and says,

"Don't worry, baby. I promise I will be nice."

At which point she pushes me back, landing my ass on my husband's stomach. She drops back to sucking on my husband again, and from this point of view it's almost like I have a penis of my own she is sucking on. I can see her staring at my pussy folds as she slurps on him and I'm really just not sure what to do! 

I sit for a few minutes watching her slurp away, and then reach down and slide my fingers across my bulging labia. She lets me open my lips up for her, but as soon as I run my fingers up to my clit she smacks my hands away.

She moves up from my husband's dick and kisses my cunt. Licking her way up and down my lips while stroking at my husband's spit covered pole. Finally she settles herself at my clit and licks lightly. Just enough for me to breathe deep and open my legs a little more. 

She surprises both my husband and I by gripping his member, and pressing it to my opening. Hub's has been played with for quite a while now, and he is eager to press himself into my pussy. 

He goes to work, lifting his hips up and down, I am on my tip-toes with my legs apart, and Ashley eagerly leans down and moves back and forth between sucking on my clit and licking at my husband's sack. 

I relax and try to enjoy her tongue. My head buzzing from the jello shots, my husband panting behind me. But he gets my pussy all the time. I know he wants something more, and Ashley knows it too. 

I rise from my husband and Ashley and I begin to kiss. She peels her own shirt off over her head and I see that she has used her clever use of make-up to create cleavage again as well and using the padded bra. She peels my shirt off over my head and quickly undoes my bra. I'm now the only one nude. I look around, feeling embarrassed and excited at the same time. 

My husband is watching us and slowly stroking at himself, knowing that he has neared orgasm a couple times, but he isn't ready to blow his load yet. I can tell by the way that he is looking at Ashley that he is hoping she will be the one to produce it for him. 

She lays me back on the floor, her ass in the air facing my husband, and goes back to sucking at my clit. Holy lord she is good at it! I have only ever had my husband and my old female room-mate bring me to orgasm orally, but Ashley is well on her way!

I watch my husband carefully through slitted eyes, admiring Ashley's ass, tugging at his cock. He eagerly leans toward Ashley, reaching around and unzipping her fly and pulling her jeans down her thighs. 

I see that Ashley is wearing a thong, which drives my husband crazy, and she quickly reaches down and grabs her penis, pulling it forward and squeezing her thighs together, leaving my husband to look at a smooth and very feminine ass. 

Ashley leans up from my pussy, looking me deep in the eyes. I look down and see her cock peeking out from the top of the thong. I can't believe that I am laying here doing this. One of my biggest fantasies come true! 

But an unspoken question passes between our gaze.

"How is your husband going to react?" her eyes say to me.

"I don't know." My eyes say back. 

My husband spreads apart Ashley's ass cheeks and begins flicking his tongue at her asshole. She sighs and I see her penis twitch. I am dying to reach down and stroke it in my hands, but I don't want to give it away to my husband just yet what is really going on. 

I wriggle out from under Ashley and move to sit next to my husband so I can roll his penis around in my hands while he eats Ashley's ass. Ashley presses herself down on her forearms, letting her hairless ass cheeks open farther, but being sure that she keeps her thighs pressed tightly together.

I can tell the moment of truth is quickly approaching. We won't be able to keep this a secret much longer. 

"Do you want me?" Ashley breaths to my husband.

"Uh-huh." He says back while still licking at her ass.

"Even if I'm built a little different?" She asks between gasps as my husband licks away.

"I don't care." 

He pulls his mouth away from her ass and begins massaging her cheeks.

"My wife worries all the time about how she is built different, and it has never bothered me any."

With that, Ashley rolls over. My husband is so eager that he grips her panties and pulls them down, not noticing the bulge in them until after they are off. He stops pulling them off halfway down her thighs, staring at the small erect penis in front of him. 

Ashley's penis isn't even close in size to my husband's. She is about 5 inches and thinner than him. However, a cock is a cock, even if it is attached to a very hot "woman". 

Ashley looks at me with a little bit of fear. My husband is a very large man at 6'2 and 250. If he gets angry, he could really hurt her. I look to my husband and he looks back to me in shock. 

"What?" he asks in disbelief.

"Please?" I say softly, meaning so many things with that little word. 

He looks back at the penis in front of him, pulls the panties off the rest of the way and stops for a second. I can see that Ashley's penis is starting to wilt and she begins to stand up, seeing that the night is likely done and my hubs is just not having this, no matter how feminine she looks. 

She rises to her feet and begins to turn away, her penis only half erect and hanging. 

"Wait," my husband says, grabbing her hips. 

He turns her back toward him, him sitting on the floor, her standing with her penis only a foot away from his face.

He looks back to me, looks up at her, looks over her body, and then surprises us all by taking her shrunken penis into his mouth. 

My jaw drops. My pussy tightens. Ashley's ass clenches and her head leans back. I watch in utter amazement as my husband gulps her penis deep into his mouth and begins to suck. I can see that Ashley's erection is quickly returning and my already wet pussy is becoming even wetter. 

My husband sucks, gulps, and pulls his mouth across Ashley's shaft and I can see Ashley's small balls tightening with pleasure.

"Slow down there big boy," She says calmly, "Do you want to fuck me?"

I can see a million questions racing through my husband's mind. He looks back to me again while I'm spread out, gently fingering at my twat, and then grips Ashley's ass and growls, 

"Yes."

Ashley quickly drops to the floor, gets on her hands and knees and sticks her ass out for my husband. I want a close up view of this! I leap down to the floor with them, land some wet sloppy kisses across Ashley's ass, and then make sure I give my husband a few deep, wet sucks to get his cock fully hard and nicely lubed up. 

He leans forward and presses himself against Ashley's hole, rubbing his cock head against it a little bit before starting to press. I watch my husband slowly sink his shaft in and feel my pussy positively throb. 

I watch my husband pick up the pace, grunting and clinging to Ashley's ass. I can see Ashley's hard penis wavering underneath her and lick my lips, falling to the ground and I shimmy myself under her and take it into my mouth. 

I'm lying on my back, cock in mouth, looking up at my husband sliding himself in and out of Ashley's ass when I feel a warm wet tongue caress my clit. I look down and see Ashley, licking at me when she can between strokes, her face pinched with pleasure.  

I reach down and begin to play with myself while I suck and watch my husband pump away. I don't want Ashley thinking about me. I want her to focus on her own pleasure right now. 

I pump a couple fingers in to get them good and wet before rubbing furiously at my hardened pearl. It is hard, swollen and very eager to be played with. It's almost like I am sporting a small penis of my own!

I take my hood and peel it forward and back over my clit, feeling the familiar burn in my thighs and tightening in my pussy of my orgasm nearing. I can see my husband's tight balls and can feel Ashley twitching in my mouth. The only question is going to be who will cum first. 

I feel Ashley harden even more in my mouth and know that it is going to be her and take a certain pride and pleasure in how much she is enjoying herself. I can feel her hot breath against my pussy lips, panting as she nears orgasm, suddenly she nearly falls, letting out a very feminine scream and she releases a hot load across my awaiting tongue. 

The pulsing in her ass must have been intense; because I see my husband's balls practically disappear into him and he loudly grunts as he shoots his own hot load into her ass. 

I'm the only one left. I press my fingers into my snatch once again, giving a few quick, hard, pulls at my g-spot, getting my fingers really good and wet before going to work massaging my clit again. 

The orgasm washes over me, very suddenly, and extremely intense. It seems that every pulse is an orgasm all of its own. I let myself scream and let my body contract and wriggle across the living room floor. 

I finish, panting and looking up at my husband and Ashley, both of them sitting with their now soft penises lying against their thighs and grin sheepishly up at them. 

"You two are too yummy." Ashley says, gathering up her clothes and getting dressed.

"I hope you will let me come over again sometime?"

"Absolutely!" I call out, not even giving my husband a chance to answer. 

He looks at me, showing that a million thoughts are racing through his head. But only one is going through mine. Will he let Ashley fuck HIM next time?



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He spotted her standing alone, in the mottled light at the dying end of the day. She was turned away from him, long, wavy auburn tinged black hair falling down her back and glowing in the fiery sunset like a burning tree. Her dress was white with a thick, beaded bone corset bodice. Her breasts erupted above the line of whale bone like a bouquet of daisies. They were buoyed up and displayed, deep, olive cleavage spilling out of the cream cotton cloth draped about her shoulders. 

Her face was only visible from three quarters at most. His gaze rested on the line between her ear and her collarbone; it was graceful and long. As she breathed, her shoulders fell back, teasing a little more of her round, small breasts from their entrapment. 

He could barely stand it. He felt himself growing hard just imagining her. He didn't know her name or where she came from. He was 30 feet away but could smell her presence. He wanted to be touching her, caressing her from behind, rubbing against her, lost in her scent. He wanted to feel the "pop" as he pushed his hard cock into her pussy.

Before he realised what he was doing, he was striding across the cobbled square. She didn't turn when he approached her from behind. Without laying a hand on her, he leaned close and whispered in her ear "Lady, I'd like to reach around and take you from behind. I'm a gentle lover and I cannot stand to see you there and not have you wrapped around me. Would you let me touch you?" 

She jumped, startled, but as if she understood the spell, she still did not turn. He could see her smile a little, her breath coming a little quicker. She nodded, finally looking back at him over her hair and shoulder, "My lord, if you are as exciting a lover as one who'd approach a stranger with such a request, I confess, I'd like to be had by someone like that." 

Before she could say another word, he put his hands on her waist and pulled her close to his hips. Feeling his hard cock, in his pants against even the folds of her dress was enough to drive him half mad. He imagined his cock breaking free and finding its way into her fanny from behind. Before he could mess on her dress, he began bunching her skirts up. 

He pushed her softly and she bent forward, exposing her heart shaped ass as he pushed her skirts up around her waist. From behind, he could see her little purse through the curve of her inner thighs. He crouched and admired her. The hair was fine and dark, she moved a little and he could see the line of pinkness between two brown shells. He smelled her sweetness, she was aroused and already wet. He took two fingers and parted the curtains, the lips of her sweet little hole. Wet pinkness within, she sighed as he teased her, waving her bottom, fighting not to sit on his fingers, engulfing them whole. He pushed one in, hooking it down towards her stomach, pressing against her front from inside. She moaned as he withdrew, leaning down further to support herself on her elbows, as if she was unable to hold up her front end any longer.

This action stretched out her backside such that he could contain himself no longer, unbuckling his pants, he freed his hard cock from its house, rising up from his knees. He quickly positioned himself at her door, knocking deliberately with the wet, weeping head of his warm cock. She stretched again, butting back against it. He waited for her to rock back and pushed in swiftly, savouring the warm, wet trap she provided for him. She squealed a little in pleased surprise, her body under him was willing and already beginning to move.

He drew back and thrust into her again and again, losing himself in the rhythm. Reaching around, he closed his hands around her still clothed breasts, feeling the curve of them against the hardness of her corset. He gripped them through the cloth, running the flats of his hands against them as he fucked her.

He could feel her tight, warm wetness around his cock and he savoured the sound they made, slip slip slip, as he sunk into her deep. She was crying out with each stroke, quietly at first but in increasing volume as her hole got wetter and wetter with the juice they were producing together.

He could feel himself begin to lose control, the warm walls of her cunt clutching deliciously around his frenzied cock. His balls were slapping her backside, slap slap slapping as he increased his speed, trying to push himself all the way into her from behind. She cried out in delight and this sound was enough to send him over the edge. He splurted his seed into her warm depths.

Panting, he withdrew, leaning against her back for a moment. He could feel her moving beneath him, realizing she had not yet come herself. She was still wide open and squirming. He placed his hand on her stomach and turned her over, so she lay on her back, her torn skirts billowing around her sweet little bare, sloppy cunt. 

Satisfied and no longer feeling so urgently, he was able to really look at her. Her face was beautiful, she had deep honey brown eyes and soft pink lips which were currently flushed and swollen. Her hair was dark brown, near black and curled softly around her face. She gazed searchingly at him, wondering what he would do next. 

He reached down and pushed the hair away from her long neck. As his fingers brushed her skin, she tipped her head back, exposing the small of her throat and thrusting her still contained breasts upward. He trailed his hand down between them, tickling her cleavage softly. She moaned and writhed in desperation.

He began to slowly, teasingly, unlace her corset. She whimpered and tried to open it herself but he took her hands by the wrists and laid them to either side of her head. She held them there, transfixed as if he'd tied them. He finished undoing her top, pulling it down towards her waist and exposing the cotton chemise she wore beneath. Fingering her little breasts through the cotton, he pinched and pulled at her small, brown nipples as she arched her back beneath him.

Her breasts were small but round and she appeared to be as sensitive as a cat to his touch. She squirmed and squealed as he tickled the little brown buttons. He used one hand to tease her and the other to push her dresses all the way down her body. She shimmied out of the chemise as he drew it over her head. 

She lay suddenly naked before him, a total stranger and yet strangely intimate after their latest adventure. Her face displayed a surprising shyness as she realized exactly where she was and what she'd been doing. He drew his fingertips down between her breasts towards her navel and she cried out again in delight and frustrated urgency. She looked as if she were trying very hard not to spread herself wide and wrap her legs around his still fully clothed body. He placed his hand over the bush of hair between her legs and grabbed at it firmly. She let out a low, guttural moan and pushed her cunt harder into his hand.

He returned the favour by slipping his fingers between the lips of her pussy and rubbing the wet, juicy slit. He got hold of her little pearl and slipped his fingers around it deliciously. She had opened her legs now to his attentions and he used his hand in earnest, slipping his fingers in and out of her, smearing her juices all over her clitoris as he rubbed her wetly. 

As he removed his hand, she cried out in disappointment but he was only attempting to reposition himself. Kissing her breasts, her stomach, the thatch of dark hair, he places his mouth over her grotto and began to suck and kiss and tongue until she was writing in intense, focused pleasure. She buried her hands in his hair and tried to push his face further and further into her, he wondered if she might swallow him whole with her cunt but he continued to lick and suck and tongue, using his hand to fuck her some more.

Her cries were becoming more urgent and more breathy and he sensed his face was about to be flooded with the sweet juices of her pussy, ready to spurt out of her like a fountain. His cock completely hard again, he lept up and plunged it into her cunt which began spasm around him like nothing he'd felt ever before. He went in and out no more than five strokes before he came himself, both of them screaming as their juices flowed between them.

They both lay there, spent, not looking at each other. She crept out from underneath him and murmured, as she pulled on her underthings, "meet me here tomorrow. I should like to try this again. Take me by surprise, no words." And with that, she left him there, wondering if he'd dreamt the whole thing.



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*New one for all of you horny people! I thought I would put pen to paper [more like fingers to keyboard] to tell you all one of my regular fantasies. Hope you enjoy it as much as I always do*



I turn the key to the door and step inside. The room is completely in darkness apart from a small slither of light coming from the street behind me. I shut the door, put my bag down, and try to feel my way to the end of the corridor to find the light switch. I can hear a shuffling beside me, and my heart is sent into a frenzy. No one could get into the house – or could they? I feel a movement behind me, and there is a tingle sent down my spine, my heart jumps into my throat, and my stomach tightens. Just then, I feel a hand grab my waist, and another on my mouth. My heart beats faster, my skin tingles and my automatic response is to try and scream, but I can't. The hand is tightly over my mouth, and I can hear their breath by my ear.

"Don't struggle. I'm not going to hurt you" says the voice.

I know it – it is you. We've been seeing each other for a while now, but recently, we had come to a peak in our sex life, and both are always left frustrated. I calm down, by breathing slows. The hand on my waist pulls me backwards onto you, and I can feel a stiffness in your trousers. I instantly begin to feel myself grow hot, and soon, I'm sure, I will definitely start to get wet. I feel you remove your hand from my waist, and follow to hear a strange noise. Next moment, you're a pulling my arms behind me, and I am bound. The cuffs feel soft, yet I am unable to move my wrists much. I feel you grab hold of my shoulders and spin me around to face you. I look at you, immediately getting a jolt of adrenaline again. You slowly undo you trousers button, and unzip them, keeping your eyes locked on mine.

"On your knees" you say.

I obey you, keeping my gaze on you. You reach into your boxers and pull out your cock. I can see you are already hard. You begin to slowly stroke yourself, leaving me mesmerized by the movement, and starting to feel myself grow damp. After a few minutes, you come closer to me. I open my mouth, ready for what is to come. I wrap my lips around you, and begin to move my head forwards and backwards. My pace quickens as I hear your breath catch in your throat and feel your hands on my shoulders, pulling me in closer, thrusting more of you into me. In that moment, I can feel myself getting wetter than I have before. Something about not having much control over my actions was turning me on so much. I feel your hands on my shoulders once more, this time, stopping me.

"Stand up and come with me" you say, as you hold onto my arm, and lead me to follow you.

Your voice is calm but oozes authority. I feel obliged to do what I am told – to please you – to do anything you want from me. I don't know how you can see; the whole house is in darkness and silence apart from the sound of our footsteps along the wooden floor. After a moment, you tell me to stop, and I feel your hand on my back, bending me over. I hear you step away from me, and a second later, the room is lit by the dim light of a small lamp. I finally see you clearly – just a black shirt, unbuttoned showing your flawless body underneath; you must have taken them off as we walked through the darkness of the house. I realise that we are now in our dining room and you have bent me over the table. You come around my back, gazing at me once more, crouch down, and pull down my skirt and underwear, leaving me only in my blouse, stockings and heels.

Your hands is on my back one more time, and you push me down, spread my legs, and enter me with one quick thrust. I cry out in pleasure as you begin to pull out and push into me. Your pace is fast yet skilled, hitting right on my sweet spots. Your hand keeps me down, while your other grabs onto my hip, pulling me onto you more. My arms try to reach out and hold the table tight as I start to lose control of my body, but I can't, still bound. My legs tremble, my heart pounds in my chest, and I feel my temperature rising. The wave of ecstasy washes over me, and after a few moments I begin to get very sensitive. You continue thrusting into me, my pussy tightening on your cock, my mind in a whirl, unable to take the pleasure.

"It's so intense, slow down" I ask.

I feel your hand come down on my ass hard and fast. You've never spanked me before, but I soon want more. You carry on fucking me, and I can feel my legs getting weak, making it hard to stand.

"Ask nicely" You say.

"Please...slow down" I whimper breathlessly, my words trailing off as I am finding it hard to keep my mind focused.

You stop, and I can finally begin to control my breathing again. I feel you pull out slowly, my pussy still pulsing and clinging to every inch of you. I shut my eyes, and feel my body tremble as I begin to calm down. You grab my shoulders again, and spin me around, grip my throat and pull me in for a kiss. There is a certain urgency in the kiss, but it is still filled with lust and passion as I can hear you jerking off as you continue to choke me. You let go, and I breathe in deep and fast, trying to catch my breath.

You walk away, leaving me standing – supporting myself on the table as I watch you walk to the other side of the room. Your body looks amazing in what little light is in the room, highlighting every inch of you. I can't help but feel myself getting turned on even more just by looking at you. I see you reach into a vase and pull out something. You start walking back towards me, and when you get close, I see that it is a small, silver key. You tell me to turn around, and undo the cuffs, freeing me. You take me by the wrist, and take me to the bedroom, turning on every light in the house as you go. As we walk, I take off the rest of my clothes, exhilarated by this new found desire in you.

You pick me up, and throw me down on the bed and before I can even compose myself, your hand is around my throat once more. You line up your dick with my wet slit, and push in fast, deep as I lock my gaze onto yours. You begin thrusting into me, your hips moving fast as if you are dancing to the rhythm of some exotic music. My legs wrap around your waist, holding you deeper inside of me, my nails trailing down your back as I grip you close. My heart is pounding, and I can see the sweat glistening off both our bodies. The bed shakes as you quicken pace, your breath quickening with it and just then, the room starts to pulse, my heart races even more, and I am awash with yet another orgasm. My body is shaking, and you leave me breathless, screaming in pleasure. You pull out I see you are close to the edge. After a few seconds, I see you come too, your warm cream spread all over my stomach, running down the sides of my hips as you lay beside me, both clinging to each other panting and exhausted, our limbs entangled in each other's. None of us can speak, lost in the moment of what just happened. You slowly take your hand off my neck, place it on my cheek, and pull me close for a kiss.

I had not once thought that I would enjoy being taken by surprise like you had just done, but the desire I felt for you in the moments that had just passed was so intense, more so than I had ever felt before, I realised, I finally knew the meaning of wanting to be fucked. This was not our usual love-making - it was fucking.



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Ellen was a late bloomer...until she was 18 years old she was a blushing small town virgin. Her 18th birthday party down at Panama City Beach changed all that. She discovered that the sight of an erect penis ejaculating over her hands excited her, gave her a funny, tingly feeling between her legs. 

That same night she found that the hot squirts of cum against her pussy walls would make her cum as well. Shortly thereafter, she found that if she rubbed her pussy with her hand while she was sucking a cock, the orgasm she had made her climb the walls. 

When she got totally wasted just before leaving for college, she found to her surprise, that when a horny male inserted his cock in her then virgin ass by mistake, she started cumming and didn't stop until he took it out. It was at this point she began to wonder if she might be a little...different from the other girls she knew.

Ellen grew up in a small northwest Florida town. She attended a public school, went to church on Sundays and Vacation Bible School in the summers. She was a bit of a tomboy, preferring hunting, fishing, and swimming to the dolls, tea parties, and cheerleading of the other girls. She in fact had few female friends. 

She had 2 brothers, both much older, and Dad as she grew up. Her mother had died young, in a car accident down near Destin. Her Dad never seemed to notice that she had few girls over, as a matter of fact, he never seemed to notice much of anything after her Mom had passed away. She pretty much grew up alone.

Her first year in college came as a pleasant surprise to her. She relished her newfound personal freedom, and she was really lucky to find a roommate that was much like her. Jennie had grown up in Tallahassie and was a little more worldly than Ellen. They enjoyed sharing their room and soon began having late night conversations of all the things that girls talk about late at night. 

Of course, the conversations soon turned to boys in general and sex in particular. Jennie explained to Ellen that sex was ok, but that mostly it was something all the girls she knew did to get the boys to spend time with them instead of playing football or video games. Surprised, Ellen didn't understand Jennie's attitude at all. 

"You don't love the way it feels?" Ellen asked.

"After the first time, when it hurt a little bit," Jennie said matter-of-factly, "I haven't felt much one way or the other. Maybe I get a funny feeling in my stomach after a little while, but it goes away."

Ellen was rocked. "You've never cum before?" she asked.

"I've heard about it, but I figure that's just another fairy tale" Jennie told her.

Later, when they had turned the lights off and gone to their beds, Ellen said "Jen?"

"What?' came the answer from across the darkened room. 

"It's not a fairy tale." Jennie's lamp flicked on. 

"What do you mean it's not a fairy tale" she asked quizzically. 

Ellen told her about her first experiencing the feel of a boy squirting hot jizz across her hands, and about cumming when she first felt someone cumming in her pussy. She didn't mention how being fucked in the ass drove her totally wild. She wasn't sure, but felt as if Jen would think she was awful if she told about it. She wasn't sure Jen was even ready to talk about blowjobs. But she felt her pussy getting damp just thinking about it all. 

"What does it feel like?" Jen asked. 

Ellen decided to take the plunge and explain masturbation to Jennie. Jennie blushed and turned off her lamp. "I can't do that" she giggled, "I'd be embarrassed to death!" 

"You don't have to be Jen, I've been doing it every night since we've been here and you haven't said a word!" The lamp flashed back on.

"I thought you had asthma" Jennie blurted. Both girls collapsed on their beds with laughter. After a short while they managed to calm down and the conversation turned serious again. After a fairly long and detailed conversation on the art of masturbation Jenny resolved to try it, but only after they'd turned the lights back off. She said she thought she'd be embarrassed when she came, but Ellen told her how she'd put her pillow over her face to shut down the noise and both girls sailed off into gales of laughter once again. 

They eventually got the lamps off again and Ellen listened in the silent room. "I'm not feeling very much, but my panties are getting a little damp" Jen whispered. She heard muffled giggles from across the room. 

"Take your panties off stupid, better yet, get naked!" 

"Naked" Jennie whispered, "You sleep naked?" 

"My first class is 2 hours before yours, I'm always up before you are...or you'd know that!" Ellen shot back. Ellen heard the bedclothes rustle and Jennie's sharp intake of breath a moment later. 

"That feels different" Jennie said.

"Better, huh?" The movements in the bed across the room quickened just a little, but not as much as Ellen expected. By now she was feeling horny, and had begun to lightly rub her pussy with her hand. She moaned a little as her hips jerked at her own touch. Jennie's voice floated across to her in the dark.

"Dammit, I knew I had to be doing something wrong!" 

Ellen could hear the frustration and the tears in Jennie's voice, and she slipped quietly over to Jennie's bed to sit with her. "You're over there moaning and all I'm doing is getting wet fingers" Jennie sobbed quietly. Ellen hugged her, then crawled under the covers with her. 

"It's ok Jen, I guess it's just different for everybody." 

Jen's tears were still coming, "It's not fair!"

Ellen held her close and without thinking a single thought she reached down between Jennies parted thighs and began to massage Jennie' clit just as she rubbed her own. Jennie's intake of breath was sharp and sudden. 

"That's different" she breathed. Ellen continued rubbing as she felt Jennie's arms close around her. Jennie's breathing became harsher and her legs spread a little more. Ellen became aware that her own nipples, pressed against Jennie, were getting hard...and she was getting aroused. 

Ellen straddled Jennifer's right thigh and began to rub her pussy against it. Her breathing became as ragged as Jennifer's. Ellen slid her fingers into Jennifer's now soaking pussy and Jennifer bucked up against her hand, hips straining. "Ohhh," she croaked, "Ohhhhh!" 

Jennifer's gasps became louder and her hip movements more frantic, and Ellen matched her grind for grind. Jennifer shouted "Oh God" and convulsed, sending Ellen over the edge as well. Neither of them moved as their heaving chests began to slow to a normal breathing pattern. 

"This is going to sound like some corny porn movie in a frat house," Jennie whispered, "but I never knew it could be like that!"

The next morning they awoke in each other's arms, still naked, still twined together. "You've slept through your first class sleepyhead" Jennie said. 

Ellen smiled at her and shook her head to clear it. "How are you feeling this morning?" she asked. 

"I'm feeling glorious" Jennie said, "but now I've got a question." 

Ellen laughed drily and lolled her head back down on the pillow. "Shoot" she said. 

Jennifer raised up on one arm and gazed into Ellen's eyes "Does this mean we're gay?" she asked, perfectly seriously. 

Ellen tried to hold back the laughter but it had crossed her lips before she could stop it. 

"I don't know about you" she sputtered, "but I guess I just found out I'm bi!" The conversation continued until Ellen had convinced Jennie that this one experience didn't mean she was gay. When they showered for class, they showered together. "This is going to be a time saver" Ellen quipped. Jennie's raucous laughter reassured Ellen that Jennie was handling the experience well.

Ellen checked the room before bringing Todd inside. She told him "I wanted to make sure Jen wasn't here before we both came in." The sex she'd had with Jen had been good, better than she'd ever dreamed possible with another woman, but had left her hungry for the feel of a hard, hot penis inside her. 

Todd was just a friend, but he had a nice body and he was available. She sidled up to him. "I have no idea how long Jen's going to be out, but I just can't wait any more!" She ground against Todd, rubbing the length of her body against his. She felt his immediate response, and pulled her shirt off, exposing her shapely breasts to his wondering gaze. She grabbed his cock through his jeans and pumped it shamelessly. "You going to just stand there staring at my titties," she asked, "or are you going to fuck me?"

Moments later she was lying on her narrow bed with her legs spread wide, Todd over her and rubbing the head of his cock against her clit. She shivered at the feel of the boy's cock against her pussy, it felt so good her pussy was contracting already. She knew she wouldn't last long, the itch had been there since she'd cum against Jennie's thigh. Her ankles locked behind Todd's ass and she squeezed hard, driving him forward into her as far as his dick would reach. It wasn't huge, but it did feel good. 

She writhed under him, feeling the need peak in her body, cumming before Todd really had a chance to get moving. It was a real boost to his ego, but left him with a hard erection. She giggled and kissed him, knowing he was a bit confused.

"I needed that bad," she said, "now we're going to take care of this." She squirmed out from under him, grabbing his cock as she rose, turning him over on his back. She bent and lapped at the head of his cock, and from his reaction, she guessed this was a new experience for him. 

"You've never had a blowjob before?" she asked. He reddened and told her no. "Then you're going to love this" she said. She sucked him into her mouth deeply, glad this once that she had found an ordinary cock rather than some monster that stretched her mouth out of shape. Ellen took her time, teasing him with her tongue. 

She held his swollen shaft with one hand while she licked slowly down to his balls, squeezing the shaft while sucking one of his balls into her mouth, laving it all over with her tongue. She watched his eyes, seeing the widen as each new thing she tried astonished him and filled him with pleasure. Kissing the head, she leaned up towards his head just far enough that she felt his hardened cock against her breasts. 

Smiling at Todd, she pushed her breasts together, trapping his swollen dick between them. She rubbed up and down on the trapped penis, hearing Todd groan softly. She was really enjoying this. Todd was as old as she, but had apparently had little experience with girls...he wasn't going to last much longer. His movements had become quite jerky and frantic. Ellen slid up his body, lying smoothly against him, holding him tenderly. She knew he wouldn't last much longer. "You're new at this aren't you?"she whispered into his ear. 

"I really don't mind" Ellen said, "I just really needed a hard cock fast and you gave me what I needed. I just want to make sure you get to feel as good as I did!" His still red face gave away his embarrassment at his inexperience. "I'll tell you what," Ellen said, "you made me cum so good, I'm going to do the same for you. You tell me what you want and I'll do it."

"Anything?" he gulped. 

"As long as it doesn't hurt me Todd, I'm not into pain." His face fell, which puzzled her...Todd didn't look freaky. "Come on, you were thinking something and I want to know what it was" she said with a pouty look. After a moment he leaned forward and whispered as if he thought someone might hear. 

"I heard some guys talking about...you know...having sex with some girl in the butt. But they said it hurt her and they couldn't finish." 

She grinned at him. "Is that all?" He nodded, still embarrassed. She rolled over on top of him. Reaching between her widespread legs, she grabbed his still wet cock and guided it to the puckered rosebud of her ass. "I like it in the ass," she said, "the very first time I tried it I came so much I cried." With that said, she eased his now throbbing cock into her ass. She had never understood why the feel of a dick in her ass made her feel good. Other girls she talked to were repulsed even by the idea. Some said they'd tried it but it hurt too much. 

Ellen didn't care why it felt good, just the idea of it made her wet. She was right, Todd didn't last very long. She began cumming as soon as she felt her balls bump up against her asshole as he hilted himself deep in her ass. The clenching of the walls of her ass triggered his orgasm, and she felt his hot spray against her insides. She didn't stop cumming til he pulled his limp cock from her ass.

The guy Ellen went out with Friday night turned out to be a total dud, so she stopped off at a convenience store and picked up a quart of butter pecan ice cream and a romance novel before going back to the dorm. She saw no lights on and heard no noise, so she unlocked the door and went inside. 

She flicked on her lamp and heard a bump... and looked up to see a Jennie's off-and-on boyfriend Greg with his fly open lying on the floor. Jennie was sitting on the bed wearing nothing but a pair of lacy panties. Jennie was giggling and Greg looked embarrassed. "We didn't think you'd be home so soon" Jennie laughed. Ellen smiled and explained about her date, then told the pair that she'd go down and catch a movie. She put the ice cream in their freezer and started to leave.

Jennifer, still in just her panties ran over to catch her. "Are you sure I'm not gay?" she whispered, "Greg's touching me softly and trying all the right things, but nothing's happening!" 

"Maybe he's just as new at this as you are" Ellen whispered. "I've got an idea." The two girls whispered, heads together, over by the door as Greg looked on nervously. He had managed to fasten his pants but his fly was still open and his shirt was unbuttoned, showing a nice flat belly and a chest that was not quite as beefy as Ellen liked them. 

Both girls approached him and Ellen said "I guess this is just your lucky day!" Jennie kissed him, pushing him down on her bed as Ellen stripped off her clothes. Jennie kneeled over him, dragging her hard nipples across the light fuzz on his chest, pausing here and there to plant a moist kiss on his bare chest. Ellen unfastened his jeans and dragged them down over his hips. Greg had instantly become a very happy young man.

Ellen's hot mouth had instantly attached itself to Greg's cock when she finally got his pants off. Jennie had curled a hand around his balls. And then moved her head down next to Ellen's to watch. Greg lazily reached his hand down inside Jennie's panties to fondle her ass. Jennie watched a moment, then hesitantly flicked out her tongue and licked just under the front of the head of Greg's hardening prick.

When Ellen's head swooped down, engulfing the whole thing, Jen licked his balls. The girls began to alternate, seeing which of them could get the most cock in their mouths. Ellen could, but not by much. Jennie stayed put, trying to work more of it into her mouth without gagging. Ellen sat up and bent Greg's face over Jennie's panty covered pussy. "If you want us to keep this up" Ellen said, you're going to have to give a little back." 

She reached down and pulled Jennie's panties down. Greg needed no more encouragement, and promptly buried his whole face between Jennie's naked legs. Ellen rubbed her nipples against Jennie's belly. Jennie's face was a little red from the effort of a semi sideways sixty-nine with Greg, but she was beginning to show a good deal of enthusiasm. Ellen began sucking on Jennie's tits and Jennie's efforts on Greg's cock began to get a little frantic. 

"Come on" Ellen said, pulling Jennie away from Greg's jerking cock and pushing her into a kneeling position on the little single bed. She reached down and grabbed Greg's now fully erect dick and positioned him to enter Jennie from behind. With a groan Greg buried his cock deep in Jennie's pussy. Jennie pushed back against him, really wanting for the first time in her life, to feel the hard length of a man inside her. 

Ellen watched her roommate's face closely as it reddened. Jennie was trying, and seemed to be getting close...but Greg was about to cum.

Ellen lay on her back and slid under the pumping, grinding couple until her face was directly beneath the place where Greg's cock stopped and Jennie's pussy started. Her tongue darted out, laving Greg's cock and Jennie's clit at the same time. She flicked faster, tasting both of them, and feeling her own orgasm starting to crest. Her hand slipped between her legs and into her sopping wet pussy. 

Jennie moaned and bucked, and Greg started unloading his thick salty cream inside her. Ellen saw the tightening of his balls and the pulsing of his cock as some of his cum squirted out of Jennie's pussy. She lapped up the overflow as her own orgasm took her.

They woke up in a tangle in grey morning light. Greg kissed both the girls, dressed, and headed for his own dorm room. Ellen met Jennie under the hot shower moments later. They kissed softly. "OK" Jennie smiled, "I'm satisfied I'm not gay, I'm bi!"



Surprise



I was in the Navy and being sent to a school. Luckily, my wife of three years would be accompanying me.

We were residing in base housing, and had gotten to know our upstairs neighbors. The husband worked a second job and was rarely home before midnight. His wife, Judy, and my wife, Sandy, had become fast friends.

Both Judy and Sandy were in their mid-twenties.

Judy had blond hair and carried a little extra weight, but was definately a head turner.

Sandy had brown hair and had recently had our first child, so she still had a bit of the "baby weight" yet to lose.

One night while watching tv, Sandy mentioned that Judy said she and her husband hardly ever had sex anymore. She said that Judy stated she was so horny she was ready to scream.

I asked Sandy how that happened to come up and she said that they had recently shared sexual notes. Judy said she loved to give head but her husband would not go down on her.

I asked Sandy what she said about us. She said that the separations we experience were often long and lonely, and that we had agreed to an open marriage while apart.

Sandy also said that she told Judy that she loved me dearly, but she used those separations to search for big dicks, as I was only 6 1/2" on my best day. She had also told Judy that I loved oral sex; especially giving until begged to stop.

A few weeks later Sandy said that she was going to take a shower and fall asleep watching tv. That was fine with me as I was in my chair reading a book.

While she was in the shower, Judy knocked on the door and I invited her in. She was in her usual short shorts and t-shirt. We talked while waiting on Sandy to get out of the shower, then Judy went to the bedroom to talk to her.

My chair faces away from the hallway, and not five minutes later, a pair of hands reached down from behind me and start rubbing my nipples. I almost jumped out of my skin as Sandy whispered for me to be quiet as Judy was in the bathroom.

Sandy knows that I have extremely sensitive nipples, and I lose all of my will power and inhibitions when they are played with.

I told her to stop, but she just giggled and told me she could hear when Judy was coming.

Judy was taking what seemed to be forever to come out, and I was getting more and more turned on. I now had my dick in my hand and I once again asked Sandy to stop.

As Sandy told me not to worry, Judy's hand reached down and grabbed my dick. I looked back at them both just as they both yelled "Surprise".

I was speechless.

At this point Sandy went around and said that she wanted to watch me get my early birthday present. All she had on was a towel, and she took that off before sitting down on the couch.

Judy had moved in between my legs and continued playing with me. I looked over at Sandy, who had raised her feet up onto the couch cushion, spread her knees and was playing with herself while never taking her eyes off of us.

Judy leaned over and went down on me. By now i had relaxed and was into the moment. I began running my fingers through Judy's hair.

She was going ever so slowly. Licking up and down my dick, and then suddenly swallowing it all in one quick gulp, causing my hips to involuntarily raise up off the chair.

I took a moment to look over at my wife and she was furiously fingering her pussy. When she saw me watching, see said "Here it comes".

I knew what was about to happen, so I pulled Judy's head up so we both could watch Sandy come.

She is a squirter, and this time she shot come everywhere. It was as if her pussy exploded. The couch cushion was soaked. She was sloppy wet when she finally began to calm down.

All Judy could say was that she had no idea that a woman could squirt like that. She immediately turned around and began sucking me like a wild woman.

It did not take long for me to shoot a huge load down her throat while she moaned.

It only took me a moment to tell Judy to get in the chair and let me have some fun. 

She jumped up, removed her shorts and jumped into the chair. She pulled her feet up just as my wife had done, and I immediately buried my face in her.

She moaned "yesss" and I began lapping her juices. After a couple of minutes of hard licking, I slowed down and began to enjoy the newness of her.

She was wanting to come so badly she had grabbed my head and was grinding into my face.

When Judy let up for a second, I spread her lips and pushed my chin into her entrance and began to lightly flick her button with my tongue. She went still for a few seconds as I continued.

When I increased the pressure to her entrance with my chin, I also began rapidly tonguing her clit.

She started to hump my face fast and hard while saying "Don't stop" over and over.

Judy's thighs were slapping my temples as she was holding my head and bucking furiously into my face.

Suddenly, I could feel her juices running down my chin. She got stiff as a board for a moment and then started vibrating all over.

It was all I could do to continue licking her as she came for what seemed a long time. 

After Judy started to relax, Sandy, whom to be honest I had forgotten about, called for me. I looked over to her and she was once again laid back and fingering herself.

She said "Fuck me honey".

I knew that meant she wanted it fast and hard. There was no love at that moment in the way I pounded her. The harder and faster I went, the more she wanted.

While I was coming, she came again and another couch cushion was soaked as our bellies slapped juices everywhere.

Once we all settled down, there was a lot of giggling and a huge "thank you" from Judy as she returned upstairs before her husband got home.

As Sandy and I lay in bed that night, I told her that I owed her one.

Sandy replied: "Make it a BIG one!!!"



Surprise



Brad was at the park one Saturday afternoon playing softball with his buddies when he spotted Morgan, a gorgeous tall thin blonde sitting on a nearby bench. Brad accidentally lost the ball near where she was sitting and had to go get it. The softball game had wrapped up and everyone had packed up their things to leave, since it was getting dark. This gave Brad and Morgan a little privacy, even though they were outdoors. Brad struck up a conversation with the beautiful girl, and they seemed to be getting along nicely. 

Morgan was doing some subtle flirting, giggling, brushing up against him, and such. Brad wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to get lucky, so he took a chance and got a little forward. Brad put a hand on Morgan's thigh, and she didn't seem to object. He was just about to inch his hand a little higher when suddenly he felt her hand on his thigh. Morgan didn't waste time, and soon her hand was on his cock. 

"Alright Baby What's Up," said Brad. 

Morgan smiled and stood up. She was wearing a tiny pink skirt, a cut off tank-top exposing her midriff, and flip-flops. Brad was already getting hard, and Morgan was eyeing the bulge in his jeans. 

She did a little sexy dance for him, and Brad was getting worked up into a frenzy. He stood up and gave Morgan a deep French Kiss. Brad and Morgan were getting really hot and heavy when Morgan pulled away, turned around and rubbed her butt against Brad's crotch. 

Morgan could tell that Brad couldn't take anymore, so she reached under her skirt and slipped off her panties. Brad had a big smile on his face, and was just about to unzip his pants when, "HOLY SHIT!!!" Brad screamed. 

Morgan grabbed his hand and attempted to calm him, "Chill baby, it's no big deal." 

Brad was still shocked by what he had just seen. He had no idea what to think at this moment so he nervously stammered, "But...but...you're a...." 

"Yeah sweetie," Morgan whispered. "C'mon baby, it's the twenty-first century, just give it a try... I promise you'll have a good time," she continued.

Brad was still trying to process what he just saw. When Morgan slipped her panties off, the skirt she had on was so short that a cock was hanging out of the bottom. Morgan pulled Brad close to her and whispered, "C'mon baby, try something new." Morgan ran her hand over Brad's still erect cock and whispered in his ear seductively, "You know you want to."

Brad was still stammering, not sure what to make of the situation he found himself in, "but but...I mean...you're a guy," he said. 

"Do I look like a guy baby?" Morgan asked. 

Brad wasn't really sure how to answer that. On the one hand, of course she didn't look like a guy, she was as gorgeous as any girl Brad had ever seen. On the other hand he was staring at a dick that was bigger than his. Brad always thought of himself as an open minded guy so he said, "Well...I suppose not..." 

Morgan looked down at Brad's crotch. She grabbed it and gave a playful squeeze as she said, "Junior doesn't think I'm a guy, do you sweetie?"

Brad looked to either side nervously to see if anyone was around, "I mean....I guess... it'd be OK," Brad babbled. 

Morgan smiled, gave Brad a kiss on the lips, and whispered into his ear, "Thought so baby." 

Brad got down on his knees and began examining Morgan's dick as if he'd never seen one before. After a minute or so he used his tongue to give the head a little lick and Morgan's whole body shuddered. Encouraged by this Brad cautiously took the head in to his mouth and began to suck. 

Morgan was extremely erect and Brad was starting to get into it. It didn't taste funny or anything, not much different from licking a girl's pussy, so Brad decided to go a little further. He started taking a little of the shaft into his mouth, going a little deeper with each stroke. 

Morgan sat down on the bench and spread her legs wide. Brad was really getting into it when Morgan suddenly said, "Stop." Brad stopped and let her stand up. "Now I'm going to show you a really good time baby," she said.

Morgan started unzipping Brad's jeans. Brad was thinking that Morgan was going to give him a nice blowjob, but Morgan had something very different in mind. She grabbed Brad by the shoulders and spun him around to face away from her, and told him to bend over and grab the bench. 

"Wait a minute," Brad exclaimed. "Are you gonna?" 

Morgan reached between his legs and gave his cock and balls a gentle rub, then whispered, "Chill baby, You'll like it, I promise." 

Brad protested, "but....I never...." 

Morgan grabbed the back of Brad's neck and pushed him down until he was bent over at the waist in an almost ninety degree angle. Brad was nervous now, he wasn't sure if he was ready for this. "Whoa," Brad said out loud as he felt the tip of Morgan's dick penetrate his asshole. "Shit," Brad exclaimed. 

It hurt a little at first, but Morgan was experienced at this. She took it slow, only putting the tip in at first and then gently pulling it out to get Brad's virgin asshole warmed up. Brad's yells of pain quickly subsided as Morgan gently penetrated him a little bit deeper with each thrust until, "Ooooh," Brad moaned. 

Morgan knew she had him now, so she began to thrust a little faster. "Mmmmm fuck," Brad moaned as he was beginning to enjoy it. Morgan was ready to give him the the full thrust now. "Uhhhh Shit," Brad yelled. 

Morgan was sliding her cock all the way in now, as deep as it would go. Brad's dick was rock hard, "Ooooh," Brad moaned.

Brad just noticed something. He looked down at his hard dick and suddenly ropes of cum started shooting out of the tip. "Uhhhh Fuuuck," Brad moaned as he was cumming. 

He wasn't jacking himself off, he was holding the bench with both hands, and Morgan wasn't giving him a handjob either, she had both hands on his hips thrusting her cock up his ass. "What the fuck?" Brad thought. 

Cum was shooting out of his dick into a big puddle on the bench, when suddenly he felt something wet. Morgan had just cum. He could definitely feel Morgan's creamy nut inside him, and as soon as Morgan pulled out he felt it dripping down the back of his legs. 

"Son of a Bitch," Brad thought to himself. There was sperm dripping everywhere. Brad sure didn't expect this to happen to him when he woke up this morning. He turned to Morgan and asked, "What the fuck just happened?" 

Morgan smiled and asked him, "Best nut you ever had huh?" 

"WOW YEAH!!!" Brad exclaimed. 

"It's Prostate Stimulation baby," Morgan explained. "The Prostate gland is all the way up inside of your ass, so if you stick something, like a cock, in deep enough and touch it you will bust an awesome nut because that's where all your juice comes from."

"Damn I had no idea," Brad thought, "I've really been missing out." 

Morgan gave him a kiss, "That's why people like getting fucked in the ass baby, and that's just the tip of the iceberg, next time you're going to get on top and I'm really going to make you cum."

Brad had a confused look on his face following that statement, "Don't worry baby I'm going to take care of you," Morgan assured him. 

She wrote her number Down on a piece of paper and slipped it into Brad's pocket. There's no doubt that Brad would definitely be calling her very soon.



Surprise



Hey Guys,

So I thought this up in several different parts and put it all together on the fly. As a disclaimer, it involves male pregnancy and cross dressing, and transsexualism. Later in the story, I describe features of the characters and don't be confused when I describe boobs as male features, it's part of the story. I hope you enjoy "Surprise."

- The Illumi-Naughty

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Taylor's POV

I jolted awake as the sound of the door opening filled my ears. Casey entered, in full suit and carrying his black leather briefcase. He dropped his briefcase and walked up to the couch, kissing me on the cheek.

"Hey, Taylor," he said, "What did you do today?"

I said, "Well, you know, not much. Being pregnant with twins doesn't exactly allow you to do too much at 7 months. Did you get anything from the grocery store?" He replied, with an air of hostility,

"No, babe. I had a very busy day. Did you manage to scrape anything together for dinner?" He took off his jacket, hanging it up. 

"Are you kidding me? I can't stand for more than half a minute without thinking these guys are going to pop out of me. It's not like I can make you a gourmet meal." I said angrily, pissed at him for not understanding.

"Me? Kidding you? I know you're the size of a house with our kids, but Taylor, would it kill you to pull up a chair to a counter and chop up some lettuce and cook a little chicken? I make the money now, for this family, and I want to know it's being used well. Buying delivery every night is not using it well." He was pissed now. I shifted in my green shin-length maternity dress for half a second before coming up with an answer.

"What? Okay, first of all, I'm the size of a house because I'm carrying your fucking enormous children, and second of all, maybe I could if we had any chairs, lettuce, or chicken in this fucking apartment! God, you have no idea what it's like being this pregnant." I was angry, hungry, horny, and emotionally unstable. Tears fell from my eyes slowly.

"Bitch, I know what it's like. You sit around the house all day doing fuck all, while I go out and make all the money. You've got it fucking made. Shut up." Casey's words hit me hard. I said, weeping and muffled with tears,

"Men are so stupid. I wish males could understand what it's like to be pregnant, constantly at the mercy of the baby inside you, aching everywhere. I'm going to bed, don't you dare join me." I stormed off, my eyes and face red, crying. He began to protest before I slammed the door behind me. Little did I know, my wish was made on a shooting star just outside my window.

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The next morning, I woke up. I put on my pantsuit, tight around my thin waist. My lack of belly seemed completely normal to me until I walked in to the living room, where Casey sat on the couch, eating a bagel with cream cheese. He wore an elastic dress that went less than halfway down his thighs, which were cleanly shaven like his arms. His boobs, (BOOBS?) huge, were held by the green stretching dress with pale pink seams and spaghetti straps. The huge breasts lay comfortably on his huge, pregnant stomach. I dropped my white purse, which matched my blouse under the black jacket and skirt, in shock. I looked down past my bust, and saw no huge belly. I wondered why I had gotten dressed like this, and it occurred to me that I was going to work. My jaw was still dropped, massively confused. He was pregnant and I wasn't?

"Hey, babe, off to work?" He said, putting the bagel on the coffee table. 

"Um, yeah, definitely." I said. I was still out of it, trying to process.

"No you aren't, silly, it's Sunday. You must be on a different clock." Casey said, chuckling.

"Oh, god, I forgot. Thanks for the reminder." I felt stupid.

"You're.... you're.... pregnant." I said, in awe.

"Yes, Taylor, that is how it works. You put these babies in me, and I ended up pregnant. You do know that's what happens, right?" he said, with a look wondering if I was crazy or joking or just dazed, or all of the above.

"Wait... I screwed you? That doesn't make any sense..." I said, still out of it.

"Mhmm, the woman with the huge cock fucked the man with the tiny pussy, how else would it go down? I fucked you? That only happens when you're really in the mood..." He laughed, still questioning my strange look at him. I suddenly became aware of the huge girth between my legs, which was certainly not trying to get inside me. I snapped in to it, trying to figure it out.

"Yeah... Hold on, Casey, I'm really hung over from last night with the girls, and my memory's spotty. Start from the beginning... Why do I have a cock? Why do you have a pussy? Boobs? A huge pregnant belly?" I said, looking a little confused still and even a little horny. I sat on the couch next to him. I suddenly became aware of the boxers under my skirt.

"Well... uh... okay... Here on Downey, everyone's born with two reproductive systems, but my male parts are hidden in an alcove inside my vagina, whereas your vagina is hidden deep inside the folds of your scrotum between your balls. We met at the job agency and hit it off, I liked you for your natural comedian, your great conversation, your quirks, the badly hidden bulge between your legs, the natural male bust which you tell me is a 37DD, the wide hips and smaller arms, and your long hair and well-curved face." He looked amazed and a little disappointed that I was following like I'd heard this for the first time.

"You told me you liked me for my people skills, my romantic side, my cute tight butt and narrow hips, big biceps, and, more recently, the boobs I've grown since pregnancy. We were married ten years ago, and started actually trying to have a baby last year. It's been 7 months since that night, and the doctors say it'll be another two and a half because of how big the babies are. You work at Banks & Bauer, where you're an accountant. You always made more money than me. Is it coming back?" He finished, looking at me intently. I had done accounting, I suppose it wouldn't be hard to do it again.

I began, massaging my temples, "Yes, Casey, honey, it's coming back to me. Thank you. Do you need anything?" I reminisced to when I was pregnant. He had never asked me that question. Casey looked surprised.

"Well, though you do so much already, I don't think the triplets and I wouldn't mind a massage..." He trailed off, my hand reaching for his belly. I looked at his bust, stretching the dress to the max. The thought of sucking them spurred me on for some strange reason. Screwing Casey had never occurred to me, but it sure as hell sounded appealing right now. 

"Sure, baby, just wait a few minutes. I don't want to wear my work clothes all day." I said, getting up to go to our room.

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Pregnant Casey's Point of View

I watched Taylor go up the steps and close the door behind her. What was up with her today? Had she really come home that drunk? I stroked my belly under my dress. T4he stretchy elastic did little to hide my enormous figure. I pulled the pink edge lining down my legs, the light green fabric rubbing hard on my body as I pulled the dress down. It pulled back as I let go, and the dress barely went below my ass cheeks. I realized I was soaking wet down there. I was horny as hell, though I was trying to hide it. I rubbed my belly again as she walked back in, wearing her t-shirt, which hung off her boobs and loosely draped off her nipples, and her denim skirt, from which would hang her enormous meat stick if she weren't wearing underwear. 

"So how about that belly rub, huh babe?" She said, sitting down next to me. She put her hand back on my engorged stomach, rubbing intensely and moving down to my naked thighs. She kneaded my hairless legs, before moving back up. With one hand, she massaged my back, relieving pressure. With the other, she slowly circled my navel with her palm. She drew her hands away.

"Casey, why don't you lie on your belly. I'll get better access to the tight muscles in your back, I can feel a lot of tension..." She was halfway through that last sentence before I obediently lay on my stomach on the couch. I lay my forearms on one side of the couch, ass up, lying on my stomach with my back arched backwards. Taylor straddled my thighs, inching closer on her knees to my ass. She lay her hands on my shoulders, and I let out a soft moan as she pressed, poked, and kneaded my shoulder muscles. As she inched forward a little more, my dress gave up on its grip to my ass. It let go, snapping up to my back. My ass was just below her scrotum, and the soaking wet holes were only blocked by the pink thong.

"Oops" I say. Taylor reaches for my collarbone, but is a little too far away to get to them.

"Here, I'll back up." I say, inching towards him. My huge abdomen held the dress tight, but the couch had better friction. As the bottom of the dress crossed my navel, it naturally compressed and snapped up to my breasts. My abdomen was now uncovered, my naked belly pressed against the leather couch. Taylor was moving his hands down my hugely muscular arms, squeezing them tightly. She moved her hands to around my last ribs, kneading my body with her fingers. She lay down on me, her bust supporting her weight on the middle of my back. She held her arms like she was hugging me from behind, and rubbed my stretch-marked skin. I moaned softly as the babies kicked, feeling their mother's hands on their father's belly.

I pulled my hands up, grabbing my dress on either side, a few inches below my armpits. Slowly but surely I pulled the dress off, left with the pink lace straps around my diaphragm and waist, the latter of which was transversed by the narrow hot pink strap that covered my holes. The same hot pink silk fabric held my huge breasts to my body. I sat up straight on my knees, pulling her with me on my back. I stood up next to the couch, taking her with me. Taylor turned me around, and kissed me passionately. She wrapped her hands around me, still not coming up for air. Taylor's tongue invaded my mouth as I pulled off her shirt. The bronze skin contrasted the white bra, concealing pale white tan lines. Her gray denim short skirt practically fell off.

Taylor pushed me in front of her, oblivious of where we were going. She walked me in to the dinner table, passionately kissing me. As we continued our game of tonsil hockey, she reached her arms around me and unhooked my bra. The pink silk lace fell to the ground, and she bent at the knees and released my face. Taylor began to squeeze my tits, whose nipples were big and perky. She sucked on them, causing me to moan loudly. My cries of pleasure spurred her on, and she squeezed one in each hand as she switched back and forth, licking every inch of my sensitive nips. Soon, milk squeezed out of the tips, and every drop was sucked out by Taylor. I looked down at her, seeing her cock practically burst the briefs. She let go, and mother's milk dripped heavily from my nipples as we continued to explore each other's mouths with our tongues. I guided her up the stairs in to the bedroom. 

She took the lead. Taylor caressed my stomach, guiding me. She pushed me back, and I landed on the bed. She climbed on top of me, placing her small, careless weight on my big, sturdy belly. I reached up and pulled her bra off. It was tossed off the side of the bed. Taylor pushed her tits into my face, and I began to suck gladly. I grabbed her breasts, licking the nipples over many times. She moaned, breathing in sharply as I continued to arouse her. I rolled on to my side, and pushed her to the pillows. Straddling her, my tongue traveled around each breast before my lips puckered up. I kissed her body, traveling slowly down her flat abdomen. Soon, I got to her underwear. The white briefs stretched incredibly tight around her monster girth and huge balls.

I kissed the white fabric, teasing her. I stroked the length of her shaft, and she groaned as I teased the tip. I pulled them off slowly, slapped in the face by an 11 inch, 2" diameter white monster cock. Taylor's moans got louder. I grabbed the base of her cock, leaning down under her orange-sized scrotum. I licked the reddish skin, traveling up. I took one of her grapes in my mouth, applying suction and a light bite. She moaned loudly, more and more aroused. I repeated the process on the other, before plunging my face between them. My lips soon touched her slit, her glorious lips clenched tightly together. With a little bit of moist pressure from my tongue, it opened up nicely. I brought a finger up, plunging it inside her tiny cunt. Taylor squealed, pleasured immensely. I kept moving, kissing up the monstrous shaft. As I kissed the head, another finger penetrated her tiny slit, causing her to elicit another moan. Taylor squealed as I took the head of her monster meat in my mouth, pumping my fingers in and out. Her breathing got heavier and her moans got louder as I descended the shaft and added a third finger. I pumped her cock in and out of my mouth, shoving the head deep down my throat. Soon I felt her pussy clench tight around my fingers, and then they were sprayed with her pussy juice. A good and obedient husband, I licked it all up.

"Ready?" I said to her, offering up my ass. My pussy dripped a trickle of juices down my thighs as I sat on all fours and looked back at her as she pulled off my panties. 

"Fuck, yes!" She moaned, pressing her cock head up to my tiny, tight pussy. I screamed with pleasure as the reddish pink head pressed in to my virgin-like tight cunt. She pushed in further, and my tiny snatch swallowed the cock like a volleyball going through a hoop earring. With a lot of squeals, bucks, moans and groans, I managed to take 8 inches. Taylor pulled out a little, giving me a reprieve. Before I could catch my breath, though, she thrust into me. My pussy strained, but took all eleven inches of the monster girth. I screamed loudly with pleasure, the babies kicking.

I clutched the sheets, bracing myself for the brutal pump of her cock. Taylor, gracefully, started slow, pushing in and out with a slow rhythm. The beat got faster, and my moans could be heard next door, even though I squealed into the sheets. The rhythm sped up more and more, until her balls pounded my bean and the stubble of her pubic hair brushed my asshole. I squealed louder and louder, pounded more and more quickly by the monster meat. I felt myself get closer to climaxing, and as my pussy pulsated with vigor, squeezing the base of Taylor's monster, I let out the loudest moan I had made in a very long time. Amazingly, Taylor wasn't done yet. Her gigantic meat stick still stood proud and tall. She pulled out, soaked in my juices. Taylor replaced her cock head on my asshole.

"No, Tay, I can't take it in there!" I yelled as she pushed her head inside me. I screamed, my asshole stretched out massively by the monster between my narrow hips. Taylor pushed further in, and my pussy tightened back up, recovered from the monster dick. She pushed the shaft further in to me, shoving the girth of a baguette into a hole the size of a wedding ring. It went deeper and deeper, me screaming the whole while. Suddenly, I felt her nuts brush up against my pussy. Taylor righted me, and we were both on our knees for a second before she pulled me back down so I was sitting on her hips. I was in control now.

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Taylor's POV

I lay on the bed, my cock balls-deep in Casey. I grabbed my tits, caressing them as he built up the strength to stand up a little. Casey did a half turn around, so he was facing me. His dripping wet pussy leaked on to my waistline. Casey straightened his legs, pulling off of me a little. He leaned back, resting on his hands like a crab-walk. Casey descended my cock, taking it all back in. I continued to play with my breasts as my pregnant husband bounced his ass up and down my huge cock. I felt amazing, moaning loudly, but not screaming as loud as him.

His ass tightened and pulsed, conforming to my cock. His slight pain was masked entirely by the huge noises of pleasure he was making. Casey rode my cock, pumping it in and out of him like a slut. I was so turned on, watching the hugely pregnant man bounce up and down on my cock. I felt myself beginning to climax, and quickly reached a hand under myself and fingered my pussy. One of the most intense orgasms I had ever had overtook my body, and I twitched and bucked as cum spewed from my cock. I was ejaculating for a full minute and a half, my holes throbbing with pleasure as buckets of semen filled the asshole of the pregnant Casey. Casey got off my cock, collapsing next to me. I hugged his belly from behind as I curled up, my chin on his collarbone. I fell asleep spooning him from behind.

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Pregnant Casey's POV-8 days later

I woke up. It was monday morning, 11. Taylor wouldn't be home for four hours, she'd been working since 8 this morning. Her company had a policy on getting payment while the couple was pregnant. 40 hours a week, and the weekly payment stayed. Taylor was the big guy at his company, she had whatever hours she wanted and got paid a lot of money. My business wasn't as lucrative, but I would be collecting maternity pay until the babies were one year old. Since Taylor's weird moment the other week, we'd been very attentive to our sex organs. I got out of the bed, butt-naked. My asshole burned from the treating it had gotten last night. The bed was in the center of one wall, and had desks on either side. The other three walls were glass, and on each glass-to-glass corner there was a dresser that rose out of the floor. On the glass wall opposite the bed, there was the door, which led out on to a huge patio. The house was enormous.

I walked out on to the patio, still nude, and in to the kitchen, where I turned on the espresso machine. The same glass walls were here. I descended two stairs that ran the length of the house, down to a dining room table and a living room. Still the same glass walls. Minus one wall that had a kitchen on one side and the master bedroom on the other, this was a glass house. The roof and floors were not glass, though, they were quality wood. The espresso machine made a beeping noise, and I picked up my coffee. I moved outside and sat on the patio, in a big wooden patio chair with cream colored leather cushions. I lay my espresso on my naked belly, sipping it slowly. The sun beat down softly, tanning me. It was 85 degrees. Perfect weather. 

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The Illuminaughty 



Surprise



Life is full of surprises. Sometimes, it's a flat tire, other times it's a 20 dollar bill that somehow appeared in the bottom of your purse when you're at your most broke. The strangest and the sweetest surprises are often the ones that come from within. This is exactly what happened to me one oppressively humid July afternoon when I realized that I was growing maddeningly attracted to Stanley Jenkins.

The first thing you need to know about Stanley, or Stan as everyone in the free world refers to him, is that he is not my usual type. For starters, he's a slight man, standing about 5'6 in his work boots. That would be fine if I was one of your more typically petite heroines, but my form has always been more R. Crumb girl than generic-Hollywood-WASP and wasp-waisted starlet. Most guys, especially those that are smaller than me, have never really looked my way. Hell, some of the guys bigger than me would often opt for the tinier girls. It made adolescence horrible but by the time I got into my 20's and 30's, I learned to feel more comfortable with my curves. If I was too much woman for someone, then I figured he wasn't man enough for me.

But it wasn't just all of that. Stan's what my friend Deb calls a "a strange dude." It's like a burn out from the 60's had a baby with a dock worker. He's a total beer drinking, ball game watching guy whom on occasion quotes Eastern philosophy. One night, I swear, I heard him blasting Stravinsky's "The Planets" like it was "Free Bird." This intrigued me. The guys in our company are usually one chromosome away from their knuckles dragging the floors, which is par for the course in this town. The way his eyes, oceanic pools of deep blue, sparkled, like the whole world was a joke that only he was in on, intrigued me too. This was not your average man and I liked that, but I wasn't ready to start making little construction paper hearts and throwing my panties at him. He was a smart, unusual guy in a sea of male mediocrity.

Things changed for me that fateful Friday, in the navel of one of the hottest Summers on record for the county. Everyone in the office was in a bad mood, though nowhere near the languid borderline-murderous mood in the workroom, which often felt like ass on a good day. The air conditioning had decided that an afternoon featuring a high of 102 degrees with 80% humidity was a fine time to die. The way it felt in that old, concrete building, a lot of us were starting to envy that AC, since at least death would promise the cold. There were rumors that the boss was going to let all of us leave early, given that there were health concerns, not to mention the fact that productivity is often hampered when you are soaking with sweat and trying not throttle your coworkers.

I hadn't even seen Stan that day until I took my fifteen minute break, sitting in my parked car with the AC running at full blast. Unfastening two buttons on my gray blouse, I leaned towards the bursts of delightfully cold air. If I could have, I would have married my car at that moment. She was older than I was and always threatening to quit, but when push came to shove, she was there for me. "I love you, Bertha." I cooed before hearing something knocking on the glass, scaring the shit out of me.

My heart racing, I looked up and saw Stan, his thin but wavy locks plastered against his head with sweat. Relieved that it was him and not a psycho killer, or even worse, my boss, catching me in a borderline make-out session with my car's AC unit, I quickly rolled down the window.

"Sorry about that, trying to enjoy some respite from the clay oven out there." 

"Yeah, that's actually why I am knocking on your window. Do you mind if I sit with you? My car's AC is on the fritz and at this point, I think you're the only person with a pulse I can stand."

My heart fluttered a little with that, while it was still recovering from the small adrenaline rush of him scaring the bejeesus out of me."

"Sure. Come on in.", I said, relieved I had de-littered Bertha a few days ago. He doesn't need to know about my bachelor-esque eating habits.

I reached over to unlock the passenger side door for him, not realizing until midway that I was more than likely giving him a bit of a show. Little tendrils of embarrassment creeped up, making me blush a little but figuring it was too hot to have a lot of shame, I pushed it aside.

That was until I noticed Stan checking me out as he slid in. He wasn't a pig about it, but looked just long enough to let me know what was up. Well, if my pale, sweat soaked cleavage brought him a moment of joy, then that was fine. 

But when he started to take off his work shirt, it was my turn to ogle. At that point, I think he was just trying to cool down and god knows, if I could have gotten away with it, I would have been sitting in my car practically starkers. Seeing how taut and naturally muscular he was, I was speechless. I've never been into overly muscular guys and am still not. Gym rats look like the most boring conversationalists in the world to me. However, Stan's body was almost lithe. Slight but strong, undoubtedly from all the hard work that he naturally did. I had heard that he did some woodworking on the side. It showed, with his chest looking so compact and strong. 

In a million years, I never thought I would be drooling over Stan but yet, there I was. Wanting to look away but taking full advantage of his eyes being shut as he was soaking in the air.

A deep groan emitted from his throat, making something in me whir. 

"God, thank you so much Penny. It feels like murder in that building."

"Appropriate term, since I was feeling like I was going to murder someone in that building."

Stan laughed, turning to look at me, blue eyes and wide smile and all. 

"I'm not on that list, am I?"

"Heavens no, it would be silly to kill the only person there with an above-average IQ." 

"That's good to know."

He finally sat back, giving me a better look. There was surprisingly very little hair, with just a dusting of dark hair on his chest and around his navel. My inner voice told me to stop it and responding, I looked away and reset my gaze on his face, which was intently focused on me. 

"So any news on whether we're getting out early, yet?"

"No. Mr Reynolds is still waffling." 

"Fucking bastard," I muttered.

"Ooh, I had no idea you had a potty mouth, Penny.", he said, smiling at me. "I like women with a propensity for filthy language." 

"Well you came to the right car. If you hang around, you can hear me recite all the classics of bad language."

"Promise?"

"Stan, if I wasn't so overheated right now, I would swat at you.", making his eyebrows slightly arch. 

"Hmm. I'll take it. It's beat the hell out of Glenda trying to grab my ass."

"What?!? Glenda from supplies?" My eyes went wide. Glenda was my Grandmother's age and unlike my white-haired, church attending me-maw, she still wore tight-fitting clothes and tanned like she was going to make a couch out of her skin. 

"That would be the one."

"God, I figured you were too smart for her. She tends to like 'em big and dumb." 

"I think the whole having a penis thing overrode her other qualifications." 

"She should hook up with Burt. They could form a union of libido-killers in the tri-county area."

"Oh you got Burted?"

"Unfortunately. I was getting ready to go home one night and all that day, he kept winking at me, which I tried to ignore. But at the end of the night, he invited me to come over and look at his gun collection." 

Stan started to tremble with laughter.

"My trauma is not for your amusement, Stan." 

"Oh God Penny, I'm so sorry but gun collection?", he said in between chuckles. 

I just smirked at him, waiting for the laughter to die down.

"Sorry. Jesus, has that line actually worked for him?"

"I don't know but it definitely did not work on me."

"You're way out of his league, anyways."

"Thank you but given that we're talking about Burt here, I don't think that is saying much."

"True but I'm surprised he would even think he could have a chance with you."

The suddenly serious tone in his voice took me aback a little. 

"Thank you, Stan. Maybe we could form a support group, since you had to deal with the Leatherface of barflies."

That made him laugh. "Jesus, a dirty mouth and a wicked sense of humor. I never would have guessed."

"Well it's not like I can talk like this inside. They'd be praying for my soul and filling out my pink slip in a hot minute."

Stan at this point had started getting a slightly far off look in his eyes, like he was still looking at me but his mind was not on our bullshitting about the workplace.

"You still with me?", I said, laughing and snapping my fingers.

And like it was nothing, he immediately snapped back to planet Earth.

"Absolutely. I was just thinking about how awesome this is and how much I do not want to go back in there."

"Ugh, I know and our break is almost over." 

A shiver, a rarity in this season, rippled through me, further proof of how much car does truly love me. As it sliced its way in further cooling me down, I could feel my nipples hardening. Oh Jesus and it's not like my breasts weren't already half out at this point. The whole situation was so enjoyable and kind of absurd, that I started giggling. Then it was Stan's turn to look at me oddly.

"Okay, what's so funny? It's rude not to share." 

"Something just hit me, thinking of our 700 Club coworkers, if any of them come out right now, it looks like we have been having some hot make out session."

Stan wanly smiled but didn't say anything and it was then I noticed him subtly readjust his pants. I had to bite my tongue, since my first reaction was to say "Did I do that?" but I was still just getting to know him. Plus, why would he be interested in me? The only girl I had ever seen him with was this elfin looking blonde beauty back in April. A far cry from my own ampleness. 

Instead, I tried to joke the awkward away.

"And I don't want to have to get in a knife fight with Glenda over you."

Now he smiled again. "That I would pay to see, though I bet you could take her."

"I think there are laws against fighting AARP members. Plus, she could have something up her sleeve, like throwing bronzer powder in my face." 

"Plus, her blood is probably full of radiation from years of tanning." 

"That is one of the reasons why I do not tan. I would rather be pasty and have organs that don't look like the have been put in a toaster oven." 

"You have lovely skin, Penny.", he said in a near-whisper.

My heart started whomping again. What is happening? I thought. I had never to that point thought of Stan in any sort of sexual way, but there we were and I was looking at him and he was looking at me and the air was definitely sparking.

"Thank you, Stan. Your not so bad yourself." I wanted to reach out and touch him and feel his taught skin, but the 15 minute mark was looming over us ever more strongly. 

"Well we better get in before we use up any more of your gas and I have to defend you from Burt."

"Burt? Hell I'm more worried about Glenda."

I quickly buttoned my shirt back up, as he put his shirt back on.

"Man, this going to suck.", he said as I shut the car off.

He wasn't exaggerating, since getting back out into the thick air was awful. Minutes of cooling down was undone in two seconds. 

We walked back to the building together. 

"Hey Penny, thank you again for letting me hang out in your car. That's the best break I have had in eons."

"It was my pleasure. It's been quite awhile since my car has had a friendly, half-naked guy in it.", I teased.

"It's been quite awhile since I have gotten to be half naked in a beautiful woman's car, so it all works out." 

I blushed a little, which was mercifully hidden by how red I already was from the heat. Being fair skinned, it did not take much to bring a pink tinge to my skin, whether it was the heat, exercising or suddenly wanting to pounce on this strangely attractive man whom I've worked with for over two years.

As I reached for the door, Stan, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, spoke up again.

"Penny, what are you doing tonight?"

Figuring he wouldn't want the long answer of having a date night with my DVR, bottle of red and my right hand, I just said "Oh nothing special, why?"

"Would you like to come over to my place? I've got a twelve pack that's been chilling in the fridge all day and a new grill I haven't tested yet."

"That sounds like the best offer I have had in ages. I can't think of a better way to usher in the weekend." 

I felt all happy-funny inside as he smiled widely and told me he would make sure to give me his address before he left for the day.

Luckily, our boss had given in and everyone got to leave thirty minutes later. As I was rounding up my purse, Stan popped back up, this time wielding a giant bottle of water and a piece of grid paper, with some writing on it.

"Hello there." he grinned, looking almost a bit wolfish.

"At last we're getting out of this sweat locker."

"Indeed. Anyways, here's my address and phone number, in case you get lost. Does around seven work for you?"

"Perfect. That gives me time to get home and wade in a vat of ice water for a few hours."

"Now there's a mental image that will keep me going for the rest of the afternoon. See you soon, Penny." and he walked out. 

I looked around, relieved that the place was near empty and that all of the harpies were long gone. Grabbing my stuff and leaving, the humidity now weighed not only around me, but deep inside as my own personal heat started to throb with the promise of the unknown for tonight. 

The next three hours went by in a hurry. As soon as I got home, I fed my pet goldfish, Monte Markham and Mary Pickford respectively, and took a ten minute cold shower. Before I jumped in, I got a good hard look at my sweaty self and figured that either Stan had been secretly eying me for ages or he liked his women with damp, frizzy hair and smeary eyeliner.

After sweating in my clothes for hours, the chilly water felt like a gift from the heavens. A good shower is relaxing but a great shower feels like baptism. My mind started to drift, thinking of what the rest of Stan's body must look like. With his job, it's regulation to always wear pants made out of this thickish, blue material. Great for safety but terrible for ogling. Given how good his chest and arms looked, I imagined how strong his legs must be and what would they feel like wrapped around me, pinning me to the ground. My hand started to wonder from my stomach but I halted midway, wanting to perversely bask in the sexual tension. There is something so painfully sweet about the build up. It's a gamble, because there was just a much a chance that I could over there and the Stevie Nicks wanna-be could be there and the flirting was just that. But there was an equal chance of going over there and being deliciously alone with him. 

I rubbed some sesame oil into my skin, making it soft and smelling faintly exotic. Rifling through my paltry closet, I lucked upon on a thin red cotton dress. It was thin enough to be comfortable, pretty enough to be feminine but casual enough for me to play my cards in the middle. A dab of black mascara here, some crimson red lipstick there and a black clip to pin the mass of still drying curls loosely back and I was starting to look halfway human again. 

On the way to his house, I stopped by the grocery store and picked up a pint of Neapolitan ice cream for dessert and thought about licking it off of Stan's neck as I got into the car and headed towards his street, Sleeping Wren Lane. Turns out, Stan lived in a small but surprisingly cute two bedroom cottage near the edge of town. It was a white shingled structure in one of the older neighborhoods in town, with a large potted cactus by the front steps,. 

I walked up to the front porch, admiring the string of old pink and blue Asian lanterns that littered the ceiling and knocked. I suddenly felt a little nervous. 

Instead, Stan opened the door, his hair dry, clean and wondrously messy around his face. His eyes looked even more blue than usual, offset by his thin, periwinkle tee-shirt, featuring a faded line drawing of a black sailboat. It looked like the perfect kind of tee, soft, well-worn and better than a blanket. 

"Damn Penny, you look gorgeous! My lady in red.'

"Yes, complete with ice cream." 

"Even better.," he smiled, leaning over to kiss my cheek, which I instinctively leaned down for. His lips seared into my cheek. I hated feeling like a bag of nerves but was loving the opiate-like flutter this man was giving me.

"Let's get this in the freezer.", he said, gently grabbing the ice cream. We walked through the living room, featuring one very used and very cushy sea foam colored sofa and an old concert poster for The Pretty Things and headed towards the kitchen. Stan's kitchen was shockingly clean, in fact way cleaner than mine. He had a big white fridge that was littered in cut out quotes and photos of Hunter S. Thompson and Frank Zappa. 

"Nice fridge.", I said completely serious and in awe of Stan's taste.

"Oh thanks. I keep these geniuses around, hoping to pick up something up by osmosis. Hasn't happened yet but hope springs eternal.", he said, putting the ice cream in the freezer. 

He then took me through the back door onto his mercifully shaded patio. The heat was still ominous but had settled down a little since that fateful afternoon. Stan, giving me the first good look of his wiry but strong looking legs, made a little ta-da motion to the medium sized black grill. 

"What do you think? I know it's nothing fancy like some of the boys at the shop have." 

"Please, those guys are compensating.", I blurted out. "I like it. It looks like it could do lots of yummy damage, plus for a girl who is used to eating food that's been cooked on Teflon, this will be a real treat." 

He smiled and then held up his hands, "Wait right there. I'll be right back." 

My hunger was getting a twin, as my belly let out a little grumble. Being a man of his word, he came right back, this time holding two ice cold beers and a large plate of food to grill. There was a rainbow assortment of peppers, tomatoes and onions, all flanked by two large pieces of fish.

"Here you go, Madame.", he said, badly affecting a British accent as he handed me a beer, which I gladly took. 

"Thank you so much, Sir Stan. By the way, that food looks amazing."

"You know I'm so glad you like it because it hit me after buying everything that I should have asked you if you liked seafood."

"Everything but lobster and oysters. And plus, I love beer."

"Excellent. This is all part of my nefarious plan, you know." 

"What nefarious plan? To feed me good food and free beer?"

"No, though that is a part of it. More like luring you to my house under the auspices of dinner.," he said, with his tone half light but tinged with something a little heavier. 

"It's working so far and if you're not careful, I may end up staying over here a few hours." 

I got a wide smile with that one. "Looks like this could be my lucky night." I was a lady and refrained from making a "getting lucky" joke, only because of the fact that I had only just started drinking. 

We chit-chatted about randomness, mostly work and life related matters while he cooked. Watching him season everything was like watching an abstract artist at work. To the untrained eye, it looked like he was just throwing seasons down but all of it was artfully landing on the food. The smell was killing me, with the smokey notes of maple and cayenne making my stomach grumble. And of course, all of this made me talk even more, hoping Stan didn't notice.




Surprise



I wake up slowly, coming aware to my surroundings, but still partially in the world of the dream. There is no presence beside me, but that's not unusual. You get up early most days to make breakfast for the morning people in the house, before leaving for school. I am not a morning person, but with my job I have no need to be. I graduated last year, and my shift at work begins in the afternoon. My alarm hasn't gone off yet, so I know it can't be after ten. I have time. I roll over and enjoy a few more minutes with my centaur stud. I'm still drowsy enough for it to make sense.

I wake up again, with a slight pressure behind my eyes that says I've slept too long. What time is it? I rub my face and sit up, stretching, then catch a glimpse of the clock on the wall. Noon-forty?! I stiffen up, completely conscious in seconds. My head spins to look at the top of the dresser on the far end of the room. My phone alarm should have- Where's my phone?!

I swear internally and crawl to the foot of the bed to get off. Our bedroom is small, so my side is pressed against the wall to take maximum advantage of the floor space. I could more easily climb down from your side, but habit commands me to avoid moving over the place where you would be sleeping.

I flick the light switch. Nothing. Both bulbs have been removed, even the black light that we leave screwed in when the regular one starts to get painfully bright from overuse. The thin gaps between wide strips of blackout paint over our window don't allow very much natural light in, and the navy walls absorb most of it anyway. We both generally find the dark comfortable and calming, but then, I can usually still turn the light on if I need to. Now I can't. I can feel goosebumps forming. Something is not right...

I open the bottom drawer in the dresser and freeze. It's empty. I check the others. They are the same. Where are my clothes?! I swear again, this time out loud. It's been so hot at night lately, and we both took to sleeping naked once we ran out of blankets to remove. I look inside the closet. Your clothes are gone as well. What is going on? Our usually cluttered floor is bare of dirty laundry, unfolded clean laundry, towels, and anything else I could use to cover myself. Even the mattress doesn't have so much as a sheet on it.

I go over to your computer, praying you have your chat up so I can message your sister to come over and look in the laundry room for me. You're logged out. The password has been changed. Shit. I check all the drawers again out of sheer desperation, the litany in my mind growing in length and obscenity. 

Eventually I resign myself to wait in the room until you get home, hoping against hope that today is one of the days where you have time to come home for lunch between school and work. If not, I'll have to call my boss in the morning to apologize for not showing up today. My phone is gone, my clothes are gone, and I've had a housemate randomly get home just in time to see me streak for cover too many times to be willing to risk a search. I turn scarlet at the humiliating memories, but the situation has another effect on me as well. One I would be damned to ever admit to anyone.

I pull my dream journal from its hiding place in the box spring. Something itches at the back of my mind when I notice the lock isn't there, but I brush it off. I probably just forgot again. No one knows where I keep my journal or knows what I write in it, so it can't be anything else. I flip to the latest page, glance over yesterday's entry with a small smile, then begin to write down the latest fantasy my subconscious has revealed to me.

It began as most of my dreams do: in a mass of sheer insanity. If I remember correctly, this one involved some characters from various nostalgic cartoons trying to take over the world, while I was busy trying to win a kite flying contest on a boat against some bug aliens. Somewhere in the madness, the water I was on became a field, and I got grabbed by a centaur. 

He had dark skin that was leathery but soft to the touch. His muscles were well-toned, but not beefy. His hair was wild, and his eyes were like fire. He didn't put me on his back, just held me to his chest. I fought, but wasn't strong enough to make him let me go. As he ran, he held onto my wrists with one hand and bore my weight with his arms. His other hand was free to roam my body, and my clothes started disappearing.

He took me to a village in a forest, where I saw centaurs leading other naked women by leashes attached to collars. My captor told me not to be scared, that a broken woman can't bear children. He wouldn't hurt me. He needed me. 

I was taken to a Pocahontas-like longhouse, bare on the inside but for a row of ropes hanging from the rafters. I could see two women tied by the wrists to those ropes. One was hanging upright, with her legs forcibly spread by a stick shackled between her knees; the other was also tied by her ankles so she hung level to the ground, her legs straight up and her openings visible. I was tied rather like the first, standing up with my arms over my head and my feet held apart. 

My captor looked at me hungrily, but held himself under control. He ran his hands over me, cupped my breasts, felt between my legs, gauged the size of my hips, pinched my nipples, squeezed my thighs, ran his fingers through my hair... I was pleasing to his sight, and fit to bear a child. 

I was taken to another longhouse, this one filled with a row of posts and thin benches that stuck out sideways from the wall. I was made to lie along one bench on my back. My hands were tied to the tall post on one end, and my feet were shackled to the floor at the other end on either side. My captor left. 

A human man came in, thin but with chiseled muscles, and he began to oil me up and massage me. He explained to me my place in the centaur camp. That I was a breeding slave. That during the day, I would work like any of the other slaves. Basic chores, easy to complete. But that wasn't my purpose here; it was just something to occupy my time while the sun was up and the men were busy. During the night, an attending male slave would prepare me for my real duties. He would prepare my body, fill it with need, but not give me release. I would be slowly stretched until I could fit a horse-sized rod without breaking. At the end of a time, when I was at the peak of my season, my body would crave so much I wouldn't care who took me to the breeding post, and my instincts would take over so that I would accept any male who mounted me.

My attendant was working on the inside of my thighs when a new centaur burst in. Dapple grey coat, black skin, silver hair. His eyes held a fury that both frightened and excited me. He hadn't had a female in almost a year, and didn't care if I was in season or even prepared for a mating yet. He reared up, shoving the human out of his way, and his front horse legs landed on either side of the bench. He jammed himself into my opening and began to thrust and squeeze and throb inside me. It hurt, and something inside me screamed, but not for it to stop. I didn't want it to stop-

I jump slightly as the door to our bedroom opens and you come in. You drop your backpack on the bed and close the door behind you. I shove my journal under my pillow and start to speak.

"Bill, what on earth-"

"Shut up."

This stops me cold. You have never told me to shut up before. You have never commanded me to do anything. I sometimes wish you would, but you never do. You are too afraid of hurting me, of making me fear you. You don't like my so-called lack of a spine, my immediate reflex to obey and follow behind men. 

I have learned the difference between the abuse I received and my internal desires to serve and rely on another human being for both my pleasure and theirs. What was done to me was monstrous, yet it was not the same as a good man dominating a woman. I want to serve, to be given orders. Not because I'm too weak to deserve control, too afraid to disobey. Because I am strong enough to not rebel. Because I trust you enough to willingly give up my control.

But I have been afraid to tell you this. Afraid you would find it abnormal, strange, abhorrent. Afraid you would hug me and tell me it will be alright, that the effects of my trauma will eventually fade. Afraid you, in some way or another, wouldn't be able to accept this part of me that goes deeper than anything I have experienced.

You lock the door and stare me down. "Get on the floor."

I find my voice. "What-"

"NOW."

I do as you say, watching you with apprehension. You begin to undo your belt, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. 

"Back up." I crawl backwards, still staring up at you with mixed shock and excitement. "Lie down." I do. "On your stomach." I roll over. You straddle my upper back. Pull my hands together and forward. Use your belt to tie my wrists to your desk chair. 

"You haven't been honest with me."

"W-what?" I stutter, then yelp quietly in surprise as a wide hand makes stinging contact with my bottom. You spank me twice more before moving backward. I try to turn my head to see what you're doing, but a sleep mask slides over my eyes. I flail my head more, trying to hear what's going on. I feel you stand and move away. Hear a short zipper run. There's a rustling. Another zipper, a long one. More rustling. The carpet smells of cat litter and clothes worn too many days in a row by someone in need of a shower. Silence. I can't find you. Where are you?

Suddenly, you're straddling me again. Musky, hairy skin against mine, both of us pale and smooth from a life indoors. Your pants are gone. Your socked feet hold my thighs together, your knees hold my hips in place. Something fleshy brushes the small gap just below my cheeks, and I shiver. Another smack to my rear. You move and twist as you reach for something, your shaft rubbing me lightly.

"You haven't been honest with me, my wife." Another shock as several thin lines smack my back. I hear it whistle through the air this time, prepared for the sensation that comes. Pain, but not bad. My mind simultaneously freezes and churns, trying to make sense of what is happening to me. What you are doing to me. When did you get a flogger? Where did you get a flogger? Why would you get a flogger?!

The third strike stings more than all the others combined. You lean down and whisper hotly in my ear. "Is this what you want? For me to spank you when you've been bad, and make you do whatever I want, when I want it? Do you enjoy this?"

I whimper and lift my hips, press myself to you. Yes. This is what I want. This is what I need. Yes! My neck is grabbed firmly as you bear down on me. 

"Hold still!" You sit up, and the punishment continues. 

I'm getting wet, and you notice. There is a pause in the strikes. A hand reaches down and touches my sacred place. You move your fingers in a circular motion over my folds, toying with me. I pant and try to grind myself against you. Two fingers slide into me as I take another strike to the back. I can't help it, I gasp loudly and arch back.

You shove a balled up sock in my open mouth. It's clean, but dry and fuzzy against my roof and over my tongue. You lay over me. "Careful, my wife. The housemates might hear." 

I make a startled sound into the sock, but it's too muffled for either of us to make it out. Not that it matters. You know perfectly well what I meant. The housemates are home already?!

You chuckle darkly. "What would they think, if they knew you were like this?" 

I shudder. Consciously, I know they wouldn't care in the slightest. A polyamorous trio with minds that never leave the gutter, they're a generally accepting bunch. But this is too personal. Too much of myself to open up to them about. To open up to anyone about.

You suck on my ear for a moment, feeling my insides, then ask, "What would you do if I let them rent you for a weekend?" 

WHAT?! 

And that's when you remove your fingers and ram yourself into me as deep as you can go. I scream into the sock, suddenly glad for its presence. You only make it in about half an inch before your staff stops moving forward and instead flexes under the pressure. I am wet, but I'm also tense, and it is enough to make an already difficult entrance nearly impossible. You would never be a porn star, but you are still quite large, while I am very small. It's too tight a fit.

You lay over me again and slowly prod me, applying a bit of gentle pressure before pulling back, then pushing forward again. You start to make tiny amounts of headway. Your whispering starts again. 

"When you walk past people on the street, do you think they can tell? Do you think they picture you like this, tied up naked on the floor, being taken from behind?"

You run a finger down my side with a feather-light touch, and I shiver. You lean to the side and rest your weight on your other elbow, so the hand is free to slide under me. I arch my back to give you better reach, but the hand quickly retracts and you sit up. A sharp smack to my backside.

"Hold. Still."

You come back down again, and the prodding becomes more feverish, reaching deeper and rubbing faster. I'm opening up to you. I can't help it. My body isn't giving me a choice. You aren't giving me a choice.

A hand under me, exploring again. Feeling the shapes of my chest, pressed against the floor. Finding the little red nubs and squeezing them. Retreating, moving down my stomach. Playing with my belly button. I shudder. You put a finger in the little pit and give it a sharp tug. I jerk reflexively and gasp. I didn't know that could feel so... Good.

"Naughty." You pull yourself up and away from me, and I squirm and whimper as all feeling of you disappears. Where did you go?

Movement near my hands. Untying them. Are we stopping?? No! I'm sorry! Don't stop! Please! I'm sorry!

Large hands take me by the arms and roll me onto my back. Gentle as usual, but firm and completely uninviting to argument or struggle. You retie my wrists once you have me in position. Then you're gone again.

A moment later, something being tied to my right ankle. Something... thin and round, soft but uneven. You pull my foot to the side, lifting and moving it into position as well. Cold metal on my skin. The bed frame? More motion, then the tie goes taut and I can't move my whole leg. I'm stuck with my legs open and my knee bent upwards. 

From somewhere in that direction, I hear you speak quietly. "You are naughty, my wife. You need to be tied up, and you need it more than even you realize. You can't even hold still for me without it. You need to be taught a lesson."

I turn my head to the side, point my ear toward you. What are you going to do? I wiggle in anticipation.

Your thick arm wraps around my left leg, lifting the knee and holding me completely still. A trail of kisses up the inside of my thigh, leading toward my center. I tilt my head back and raise my chin, eyes closed beneath the mask in readiness, but you pass the place by and continue on up the other leg. Static tingling as your lips touch my skin. I can feel myself leaking, and the rim of my opening spasms as it alternately relaxes and tenses back up again at your teasing. I need something in me, soon. Please...

I whimper into the sock and try to buck, to tell you what I need. Your free hand grips my pelvis and holds me down. You continue to tease me for an unfathomable amount of time. Seconds? Hours? Just when I think I can't take it anymore, you pull up and disappear again. But not for long.

You position yourself between my legs, and before I register what's happening, you bury yourself within me. All the way. I groan. Godsssssss... 

You remain still for a moment to give me time to adjust, then start pumping. Slow, tantalizing at first. Then you build up speed. More whispers, hoarse, but riddled with emotion.

"You are mine. I want you. And I want all of you, not just the same mask you show everybody else. I don't give a shit what anybody else thinks, this is who you are. There's nothing wrong with you."

It's a good thing this gag is here. I don't have to worry about finding a way to answer that. My brain may be permanently addled from this... I just try and focus on the feelings. Oh, gods, the feelings...

When you are ready, you plunge down, holding yourself deep, and start running your teeth over my shoulder at the base of my neck. I'm suddenly paralyzed. Everything goes tight and inflexible, and I can feel you pulse and grow inside me as every cell in my body becomes supersensitive. We both release at the same time, and I collapse beneath you. 

You pull out and I emit a short cry against the fabric in my mouth; you say nothing about it. We both are familiar with the level of pain that even the slightest touch can incur once I'm done. I've always been uneasy about sex because of the pain involved. It makes me tense up in a bad way in anticipation, taking longer for us both to have any enjoyment, and usually I make you stop before either of us is satisfied. 

This time, though... This time it doesn't bother me as much. It still hurts, but I'm not afraid anymore. You didn't give me a choice, and I accepted it. I couldn't change it, so I just let myself enjoy it.

I lie still and silent as you remove the gag and untie my wrists and ankle. You tenderly pick me up. I wince at your touch, but press my face into your sweat-soaked shirt and wrap my arms around your neck. You move me to the bed, take a moment to finish undressing, then curl up around me. Protective. Possessive. 

Something pokes at me somewhere in my mind, something important... But I close my eyes and ignore it. We cuddle, just like we always do, but something is different this time. Something about us has changed.

I like it.



Surprise



It was a quiet Friday night for Ellie. She'd had a long week, working extra hours three of the five days. There had been a possibility that her lover would come see her tonight but at the last minute, he'd texted her to say that it wasn't possible. He was giving someone a ride to their Friday night basketball game. 

She considered going to see them play, a bunch of co-workers playing for fun and indeed having a lot of fun on the court. Most of them had only played in high school and really were not athletes yet a few were more adept than others, having played competitively. She'd gone to see a few games but simply had no interest tonight.

She curled up with a book in front of her fireplace and sipped herbal tea as she read. The book was one of those historic romances with lots of teasing and sexual tension and it was making her slightly horny. She'd have to take care of that later.

It was about 10 pm when her cell phone rang. It was Steve, her lover.

"Hello?"

"Hey babe! You up for some company tonight?"

"I thought you were giving Harold a ride and couldn't make it."

"Well Harold wanted to go out with some of the guys and I told them that I really wasn't up to it. So he'll get a ride home with someone else. They called me an old fart but I don't care, not if it means I can spend time in your sweet pussy."

"Hmmmm, tell me what you'd like to do...."

"What I'd really love is for you to unlock your front door, then strip naked and lie on your bed with that blindfold on and let me surprise you. You up for that?"

Just the thought of it made Ellie's pussy contract and instantly feel wet.

"All right! I'll be waiting!"

"See you in 20!"

Ellie hung up and rushed to get ready. She brushed her teeth, her long hair and washed up so she would be clean for Steve. She unlocked her front door and headed for her bedroom. She pulled the covers away and took out some long scarves. She'd have a surprise for him too. She tied the scarves at the four corners of the bed frame, tied her feet and then set up to tie up her hands after putting on the blindfold. With the way she set it up, she could get out of the bindings without a problem, they were more symbolic than anything. The anticipation of what was to come was making her body tingle. Her nipples were already erect and her pussy totally wet.

* * * * *

Steve hung up and then said "When we get there, you have to be totally quiet."

Jake asked nervously "Are you sure she'll be okay with this? You didn't tell her I was coming."

"Oh yeah, she and I have discussed her fantasy of having two men take her several times and I know she likes you."

"Who is she?"

"Ah, that's a surprise. All you need to know is that she is a good friend of mine who loves sex. She loves to do it, she loves to write about it, she loves to talk about it. There's something really sexy about a woman who truly loves sex, no matter what her appearance."

"Are you saying she's ugly?"

"No, she's not ugly, you doufus! She's a little overweight but that just means more boobs to play with. Just wait until you see her twins. Man, you can wrap these melons around your cock and then feed it to her and she loves it. Just trust me."

"Okay"

"So, when we get there, be totally quiet. Not one word. I'll get her started. You just watch. I'll eat her pussy for a bit and then I'll get on top of her and get her to suck on my cock. That's when you can start eating her up. She'll probably resist a bit because of the surprise but don't worry, she'll love it. Okay?"

"If you're sure, okay. I've never done this before."

"I'm totally, 100% sure man, she'll love it. Besides, you need it, don't you?"

"Yeah, I haven't had any since Gabby left me three months ago, I'm really aching for some pussy."

* * * * *

Ellie heard the door open and the anticipation of having Steve's lips and hands on her gave her goosebumps. She found herself arching her back slightly, waiting for him to come to her room. 

Steve whistled when he walked in and saw her. Partly to indicate his appreciation, and partially to drown out Jake's gasp when he'd recognized their co-worker. While Steve was a peer of Ellie's from another department, Jake worked in Ellie's department and though she wasn't his direct supervisor, she filled that role when the actual supervisor was absent. 

Steve went to her and kissed her passionately on the lips and she responded. With his hand, he caressed her breasts, teasing her nipples as he kissed her. With his other hand, he undid his pants and then stood up to quickly undress.

"I like the extra surprise Ellie. It's got me so worked up, I'm just throbbing. Part of me wants to plunge right into you but hey, you know I can't do that without tasting you first. Get ready for my tongue to invade your pussy!"

Ellie moaned in anticipation. Steve's tongue was great. She felt him get on the bed and get between her legs. And then, joy! He started licking her and using his fingers to get better access. Ellie couldn't help but lift her butt off the bed to meet his tongue.

"You really like this, don't you Ellie?"

"Yeah, shut up and give me more!"

He obliged and had her moaning loudly as he licked and probed her pussy with his fingers.

"Steve, turn around and give me that cock of yours, I want to suck on it."

"You want my cock?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"You know I love your cock, baby, just give it to me!"

Steve lifted his head and winked at Jake. Jake had undressed and was slowly stroking his own cock while watching this. Steve had been right, Ellie clearly loved this. He hoped that she wouldn't be too upset with his presence and participation.

Steve got up and straddled Ellie's chest. He pushed her large breasts together and rubbed his cock between them. Then, he moved forward a bit more and put the tips of his cock on her lips. Ellie immediately lifted her head and took in the cock she so loved to suck on. Using her lips and her tongue, she soon had Steve moaning.

Steve motioned for Jake to go to her pussy and have his turn. Jake carefully positioned himself and could smell her musky scent as he got close. When he dove down and started licking, he felt her tense up.

Ellie panicked. There was no way she could have Steve's cock in her mouth at that angle and have him be the one licking her pussy. There was a second man in her bed. She pushed out Steve's cock with her tongue and asked "Who's there?"

Steve bent down and said "Shhhh.... relax. Enjoy. You've talked so many times about having two men service you and so I brought a friend."

"Who is it? I want to know who it is!" Ellie pulled at her bindings but Steve held her arms down. He responded. "It's someone you like, I promise. Just lay back and relax."

"No! I want to know who the heck is here! You can't do this!"

Jake, feeling guilty, got off the bed. Steve motioned for him to stay "Shhhhh... both of you. Don't panic!"

He then gently stroked Ellie's face and said "Ellie, have I ever betrayed your trust before? You know I wouldn't bring someone here that you don't like or that we can't trust. He's promised absolute discretion and he's got something you'll really like."

Then, he turned to Jake and said "Put your cock in her hand there." And he pointed to the hand closest to where Jake was standing.

"Trust me sweetie, you will love his cock. It's clean cut just as you prefer and it's nice and wide. It'll stretch your pussy very nicely. And again, I swear he's someone you like. I would never bring Harold or Jim or Mike here, I promise."

Jake cautiously put his cock in her hand and she gave it a bit of a squeeze and rub. He was indeed quite larger than Steve and only about an inch longer so that it wasn't going to cause pain in her tight and short vagina. 

Steve kissed her again and then said "Trust me Ellie. Relax and enjoy." 

Ellie squeezed the cock in her hand once more and stroke it as best as she could with the limited movement possible due to her hand being tied to the bed. This cause a low moan from its owner's mouth. Ellie vaguely recognized the sound. Could it be? She decided to relax and allow things to happen. After all, he'd already seen her naked and vulnerable and Steve was right, she was very much excited at the prospect of having two men at the same time. She nodded.

Steve let out a little cheer and immediately put his cock back in her mouth. Jake, despite the urge to continue having Ellie play with his cock, pulled away and went back to his position between her legs. Soon, it was his tongue making her moan and push off the bed to meet it. Yet, through all this, she continued to lick and suck Steve's cock. After a few minutes, Steve said "I gotta fuck you Ellie, I gotta put my cock in your tight pussy. But I really want to take you from behind and watch you suck on his cock while I pound you. Can you promise to keep the blindfold on even if your hands are free?"

Ellie nodded and Steve reached for her hands. He untied her hands while Jake untied her feet. Steve got off the bed, reached into her night stand and took out some condoms. He put one on and left the others on top of the night stand so Jake could take one later. He turned Ellie around and positioned her so he could kneel onto the bed between her legs and push into her very wet pussy. 

Meanwhile, Jake laid down sideways in front of her and guided her head to his erect cock. She grabbed it with one hand and started kissing it and licking it. Behind her, Steve pushed in all the way and made her moan. As she moaned, she descended on Jake's cock and took it all in, causing him to moan loudly. This time there was no mistaking the voice, she recognized him but refrained from saying anything. Steve was right, she liked Jake.

Steve held her hips and moved in and out of her slowly at first. Jake reached under her and felt for one of her breasts. When he found the nipple, Ellie moaned on his cock and that encouraged him to continue teasing that nipple. Ellie licked and sucked on the big cock in her mouth, enjoying the different feel of it. Jake's other hand made its way into her hair and her grabbed a handful and directed her movements which turned her on even more. With Steve's cock going in and out, another hard cock in her mouth and her nipple being teased like that, Ellie was in heaven. 

Steve's movements accelerated and he said "Fuck Ellie, it's so hot to see you sucking his cock like that. You're so wet and hot I can feel it right through the condom. I don't think I'm going to last very long. God, this is so good!"

Jake moaned as Ellie sped up her tongue action on his cock. Then, he pushed her down on his cock and exploded, moaning loudly as he did so. That was Steve's undoing and he groaned too while coming into her pussy.

Ellie took it all in and swallowed every drop. Jake's cock softened a bit but not totally so she kept slowly and gently licking it. When Steve pulled out, Jake repositioned himself quickly into a 69 with her. He pushed two fingers into her still very wet pussy and used his tongue on her clit.

They licked each other for a moment and Ellie noticed that Jake's cock was already hardening again. She pulled her mouth off it and stroked it with her hand and said "Wow Jake, that's a quick recovery. I can't wait to have you in my pussy."

Steve, who had gone to clean up came back in time to hear this and asked "Ellie, what makes you think this is Jake? Did you peek?"

"No, I recognized his voice."

"But he didn't speak."

"I recognized his voice when he moaned and groaned, silly!"

Jake spoke up "So you're okay with this?"

"Oh yeah. Now Steve, hand me a condom. I want to have this amazing cock in my pussy."

Ellie put the condom Steve handed her onto Jake's cock and repositioned herself in the reverse cowgirl position. She slowly lowered herself onto the large cock. "Aaaahhhhh, that feels good!" She worked herself up and down the filling pole for a time while leaning forward and then she leaned back to change the angle.

Steve put pillows under Jake and propped him up so he could better access Ellie's breasts. She leaned back on him a bit, helping with that access. He teased her nipples, having figured out that she really enjoyed that.

Steve reached into the night stand and took out Ellie's vibrator. He turned it on and applied it to her clit and she gasped. "Oh My God!"

"Good?"

"Oh yeah, hold it there, press on it against my clit, don't move it!"

Ellie stopped moving herself and asked again "Don't move, just keep doing what you're both doing, this feels so amazing!"

Within two minutes her breathing got really ragged and her moans intensified and all of a sudden, she squeezed on Jake's cock and groaned loudly as waves crashed over her in a big orgasm. She kept rhythmically squeezing down on Jake's cock and he also groaned as he pressed up against her.

Wave after wave of aftershocks followed that earthquake for Ellie and when she finally settled down, Steve took the vibrator away.

She leaned forward and said "Jake, if you need to fuck me to finish off, now's the time to do it."

Jake sheepishly replied "I already came Ellie, sorry."

Ellie whipped her head around and took off the blindfold "You came when I did or are you talking about earlier in my mouth?"

"No, I came a second time when you did. I just can't resist squeezing on my cock, it makes me come super fast. Sorry I didn't last as long as you'd like."

His cock was indeed softening rapidly inside her so she got off of him and laid down beside him. Steve completed the sandwich by laying down behind her and caressing her side and her back.

"Jake, sweetie, don't be sorry, that is fantastic! When I come that intensely, I really enjoy just resting afterwards. Your timing was perfect. Now, can we just lay quietly for a minute or two?"

After a moment, Steve spoke up "Sorry to put an end to this folks, but we really should get going. Ellie, why don't you go first and then I'll tuck you in. I know you really like to fall asleep while still under the influence of all those endorphins from your orgasm. I'll lock the door behind us." 

Ellie nodded. The endorphins were indeed making her super relaxed. She went to clean up very quickly and then returned to bed. While Jake cleaned up, Steve tucked Ellie in and kissed her tenderly. "Don't worry, I'll remind Jake to keep this secret. See you Monday."

* * * * *

When Monday morning rolled around, Ellie had to rush to her office. As she passed by Steve's office, she called out "Good morning!"

Steve called out "Ellie, I gotta talk to you!"

But Ellie kept going "I can't! I'm late for a conference call!"

As she walked into her section, Ellie waved at Jake through a glass wall and quickly put up a sign on her door to indicate she was in but in a conference call. She then closed the door and dialled in to the call. She had two back to back two-hour conference calls followed by a three hour meeting. Fortunately, lunch was supplied for that three-hour meeting that spanned their lunch hour.

So it wasn't until mid-afternoon that she was able to talk to Steve. She went to sit in his office for a few minutes and at first, they talked about work. Then, Steve got serious and asked "Have you talked to Jake yet?"

"No, I haven't had any time."

"He needs to be reassured that you're not upset about Friday night. You're not, are you?"

"Part of me is a bit upset with you for not checking with me first. But you and I both know that if you had asked, I would have chickened out."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh yeah. It was really good."

Just then, someone came to join them in Steve's office so they changed the subject. After a few minutes, Ellie excused herself and left, going back to her department. 

Jake was on a 12-hour schedule while others in the department were on 8- hour shifts. Ellie waited for the others to leave and then went to where Jake was. She went to one of the computers and sat down. Jake was already at one of the other computers. 

Ellie cheerfully greeted him "Hey Jake! How are you? Everything going good here?"

Jake appeared uneasy. "Things are okay, how are you?"

"I'm great!" 

Jake hesitated but then quietly asked "Can I ask you something?"

"Jake, you can ask me anything, you know that."

He nervously looked around. Ellie caught on. "Jake, relax. Just stay at your computer and talk to me just like you would if we were talking about these computers and work. Nobody will be able to tell the difference."

"Are we okay? I mean, are you okay with what happened on Friday?"

"Have you told anybody about it?"

"No, I swear I haven't said peep to anyone, not even my best friend."

"Then we're fine. Everything is fine."

"Oh good. I was worried when I didn't see you at all today. Normally you come say hello. Today, you didn't."

"I'm sorry. I came in at the last minute, had back to back conference calls and then a long meeting. I didn't mean to ignore you. You okay now?"

"Yeah. Can I ask you more questions?"

"Sure, ask away."

"First I want to tell you that I had no idea that it was you Steve was taking me to see. All he said was that we were going to see a friend of his. Have you and Steve been doing this for long?"

"Jake I don't kiss and tell. Absolute discretion is very important to me."

"Okay, I respect that but can I ask if this was your first time having two guys at once?"

"Yes, it was."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes, I did. That was really good. Did you like it?"

"I did like it but now that I've tried it, I think I prefer just one on one."

"I think I do too."

"Why? I mean for me, it's like there was something missing, a connection with you."

"I agree and for me, I was worried that one man will feel left out. Because it was the first time, I didn't take much time to think about that but after the fact, I did. And I'd be more concerned about that if I were to do that again."

"When we drove home on Friday, Steve kind of said that it was a one time deal. It's kind of sad."

"Why is that sad if you agree with me that one-on-one is better?"

"It's sad because I never even got to kiss you."

"Just because the threesome was a one-shot deal doesn't mean you and I can't get together again"

"That's not what Steve says."

"Steve? What did he say?"

"He pretty much told me that you are his and that for me, it was one time only."

"Steve doesn't own me, he doesn't have a say over who I invite into my bed."

"So you two aren't exclusive?"

"Heck no! We never even discussed that. He's not exclusive to me and I know that. The guy's a player and up until now, it suited me because it was no strings."

Ellie looked at Jake and saw that he seemed pleased at her response. Could it be that he wanted to come to her bed again? That would be nice. The thought of playing with that beautiful cock again made her tingle.

"So, is there any chance that you and I could get together again?"

"Oh, I would hope so. Think you can continue keeping it a secret though? I really don't want my private life out there, you know? I mean a guy has lovers and he's a hero but a girl does and she's a slut."

"True. Don't worry, I'll keep quiet. No offence but I don't exactly want to be known as the guy who sleeps his way to the top."

Ellie couldn't help but laugh. But then, the supervisor came in and asked what was so funny so Jake told him about some funny incident on the basketball court and impressed Ellie with his quick thinking.

Then, Ellie told them "Guys, I have to go to the regional office for the next two days. I'll have my cell phone with me if you need any help. See you Thursday!"

She winked at Jake, hoping he'd get the clue about her cell phone. 

* * * * *

The next day at lunch time, Ellie got a text from Jake asking if he would be welcome at her place after work on Thursday. His schedule was four 12-hour shifts so Thursday was his last day of the week. Ellie sent back a smiley face and a yes. While she was a bit disappointed that there was no other message, she couldn't help but build anticipation.




Surprise



Thursday came along and Ellie was back at her own desk. She had three days of items to catch up on thanks to all the meetings she'd had to attend. She made sure to say good morning to all the people in her department, including Jake. In the afternoon, when others were scarce, Jake came over to her office with a bag. He handed her the bag and said "You'll be home for a while before I can get there. Why don't you take a nice hot bath and then put this on and only this. I'll bring all the food we need and we'll prepare it together, okay?"

"Okay...." Ellie said hesitantly. She tried to look into the bag but he stopped her. "No no... wait until you get out of the bathtub. Promise?"

"Okay....." 

"Remember.. that and only that..."

He winked at her and left.

Though her curiosity was really nagging at her, Ellie resisted the temptation to look into the bag. She went home after her work day was over and did as she was told. She took a nice long hot bath. She then dried and moisturized her skin and then opened up the bag. In it was a large jean shirt. That was it. She put the shirt on and it dangled all the way to the middle of her thighs and the sleeves went way past her hands. She rolled up the sleeves to mid forearm and then went to button up the shirt. It had no buttons. No buttons!

Remembering that he'd told her that she was to wear nothing else, she temporarily covered up with a robe and went to close all the blinds and curtains so her neighbours wouldn't get a show. Then, she removed the robe and set it aside just in case there was someone else that showed up at the door.

She set up a nice table and by the time she was done, there was a knock at the door. Ellie went to the door and looked through the peep hole to make sure it was indeed Jake.

She opened the door making sure to hide behind it in case there was anyone else in the area. Jake walked in, carrying two grocery bags. Ellie closed the door behind him. He set the bags down and stood in front of her. He looked her up and down and let out a low whistle. Then, he grabbed the two sides of the shirt just above her breasts but below the collar and he kissed her.

Ellie felt herself melt as he kissed her. His kiss was sweet yet possessive and it was turning her on. She put her hands on his hips and pulled him to her but he stopped her and took a step back.

"Not yet. Let's go make dinner. I'm hungry."

He picked up the bags and led her to the kitchen. He then told her to cut up the celery and onion he'd brought. As she started her task, Ellie felt him cuddle up behind her. He kissed her neck gently and allowed his hands to roam. Ellie stopped what she was doing and leaned back against him. He stopped and said "No stopping! You need to continue your task no matter what I do to you." 

Ellie started cutting again and asked "A little bossy, aren't you?"

"Well, you're the boss at work and I wanted to see what it would feel like to boss you around for a change. You don't mind do you?"

"Okay, I think I can play along."

As she continued to cut up the celery and onion, his hands resumed roaming. Through the jean shirt, he caressed her back, her arms, her torso and finally, her breasts. He teased her nipples through the fabric and that got her to moan. She slowed down her cutting and he said "Focus."

While she tried to focus on cutting the onion and the celery, and not her own fingers, Jake's hands lightly caressed her everywhere, setting her skin on fire, wanting more. When she was done, he pulled away and took out some mushrooms. He instructed her to wash and cut them into slices. While she gently washed the mushrooms, he pulled the shirt back, exposing her breasts. He put his fingers under the running water and then wet her nipples, making them harden even more. He teased her nipples which made her moan again but this time, she managed to keep working on her task.

Jake then instructed her to saute all of the ingredients in butter. He held the shirt closed in front of her to prevent the splatter from burning her. However, to do so, he had to be totally wrapped around her and she felt him gently rocking his hips, rubbing his jean-covered hard on against her rear end. When the onion and celery and mushrooms were done enough, Jake opened up a can of cream of mushroom soup and a can of tuna and got her to incorporate both to the skillet. Then, he instructed her to lower the heat on the stove and stir while the mixture warmed up.

Jake stood slightly to her left and with his right hand, caressed her rear end. At first, it was through the fabric of the jean shirt but then, he went under it and the skin on skin contact was warm and soft. Ellie couldn't help herself and adopted a wider stance, opening up her legs for him to access. And he did. His hand reached down the his fingers grazed her slit from behind. 

"Keep stirring"

He pulled her left hand to the front of his body and got her to run his erection through the fabric. His finger was circling her wet hole and when he finally pushed it in, she squeezed his cock. He quickly put his left hand over hers and said "be gentle now and keep stirring".

While he slowly fingered her pussy, Ellie continued to stir and to rub his cock. His left hand reached for her breast and he teased her nipple. She had a lot of trouble concentrating with the heat radiating from deep inside her body. Rarely had she felt so turned on.

"How about you drop those jeans of yours and pound that hard on into my pussy?"

Jake pulled away and said "Not yet. Now, we eat."

"Oh, I'd eat you all right!"

He turned her around and gave her a gentle kiss and said "Ellie, I'm really hungry after my long shift and I kind of need the energy so I can give you that pounding you want. Let's have dinner and then we'll play."

Ellie nodded and Jake made toast. While the toast were cooking, he pulled out a bag of pre-mixed salad and split it into two bowls. Then, he grabbed plates, put a toast on the plate and covered it with the mixture he'd gotten her to prepare. Ellie grabbed some salad dressing bottles from the fridge and put them on the table. They took their plates, went to the table and ate their dinner.

Ellie had never eaten that before so she commented "This is really good and so simple to make!"

"My mom taught me how to do that. It's quick, easy and nutritious – though the canned soup isn't the best, it's not the worst either."

After they were finished dinner and putting away the leftovers, Jake insisted that Ellie wash the dishes by hand. While she did that, he resumed his sensual roaming all over her body. Once again, her nipples stood at attention and her pussy was soaked.

When she was done, Jake pulled her to the living room and turned on the tv. He got her to sit between his legs, sideways on the couch so they could both recline. His hands caressed her nipples some more, and then one of the hands slipped lower to her pussy. At first, he only caressed the outside, keeping his fingers from entering her slit. It inflamed her and she arched her back, wanting more. She reached behind her and rubbed his cock through his jeans. 

After a few moments of this, he gently pushed her forward so he could free his hard cock from the confines of his jeans. He then got them both back into the same position as before only this time, she was able to wrap her fingers around his cock and he pushed a finger into her slit. It was a bit awkward for Ellie to caress him behind her back.

Jake whispered in her ear "It's okay, just leave your hand around my cock and enjoy what I'm doing to you."

He teased a nipple with one hand and teased her clit with the other hand. Ellie leaned her head back on his shoulder and rocked her hips while he fingered her. The sensations were amazing and Ellie let herself be gently tortured by Jake's hands. The hand on her pussy pressed against her and all of a sudden she felt a giant wave wash over her. She came right then and there in a way she had never come before. 

When she was done riding the wave, she gently turned around to cuddle with him and they kissed. They kissed deeply and passionately for several minutes and then Ellie pushed herself off the couch and onto the floor. Jake turned so he sat facing her and she got between his legs. She took his hard cock into her hands and then started licking and kissing it. 

He allowed her to play with his cock for a while, enjoying the many different ways she was giving him pleasure but then his need took over. He grabbed her by the hair and started directing her movements, lifting his hips slightly to meet her eager mouth. It didn't take long and he filled her mouth with his cum. She swallowed it all and licked him clean, moaning appreciative sounds as she did so.

When she was done, she pulled away and said "Thanks for the meal and the dessert."

Jake got up, pulled her to her feet and led her into the bedroom. There, he quickly took his clothes of, took the shirt off Ellie and got her to lay back onto the bed. "My turn to have dessert" he said before plunging between her legs. He licked and probed and had her moaning and squirming on the bed and this time, she didn't have the distraction of another cock in her face. Several times, he brought her close to the edge only to back off. This only heightened her desire for his cock inside her, a desire that was fast turning into a need.

"Jake, I need your cock in me, please fuck me."

He stopped kissing her and licking her and she thought that he would give her what she wanted. But not yet. He caressed her pussy with his hand while his mouth lavished attention on her nipples. She tried to turn to caress him but he prevented it and said "just be patient."

After a few minutes, he went back to eating her pussy and got her close to the edge again but this time, when he stopped, it was to bury himself into her. She was so wet that he simply glided in despite his width. Slowly he slid in and out of her, filling her. He pushed down on her pelvis as he did so, causing delicious pressure on the whole area. He propped himself on his elbows and teased her nipples with his fingers, flicking them, slightly pinching them and twisting them, always causing pleasure, never pain.

Ellie arched her back as the pleasure built and he managed to press down even more, giving her the pressure she needed. When he wet his fingers and continued his gentle assault on her sensitive nipples, it pushed her over the edge and she came hard, squeezing on his cock while he stilled inside her. On her second squeeze, she heard him groan and felt him press into her a little harder and understood that he was coming right along with her over that edge.

He waited until all the after shocks subsided for her to pull out. Ellie was surprised to see him head to the washroom to remove the condom and wash up – she'd never even noticed him putting one on. He came back and cuddled with her. He kissed her tenderly and said "why don't we take a little nap and then we can go again?"

Ellie was so spent that all she could do is nod and cuddle against him. He pulled a blanket over them and soon fell asleep to.

It was a about half an hour later that they both woke up. He kissed her, tenderly at first and then became more passionate. She reached for his cock only to find it ready to go. She stroked him gently and soon felt his hand roaming her body, getting her ready for him again.

"When Steve talked me into coming here, he mentioned that there was no feeling like having your great breasts wrapped around his cock. You don't mind if I try that, do you?"

Ellie smiled and laid on her back while he straddled her. When he laid his rod between her breasts, she pushed them up to wrap around it. Gently he moved back and forth. Then, his hands took over the task of holding her breasts around him so he could flick her nipples with his thumbs. Ellie reached behind her for the second pillow to put under her head and propped herself in a manner that gave her the ability to kiss and lick the tip of his cock when he pushed forward. A few times, he let her lick and suck on his cock for a bit before pulling away again and rocking back and forth.

"Steve was right, this is heavenly but I want more."

This time, she noticed him reaching for a condom and he got her to put it on him. He then asked "Mind if I do you doggie-style?" 

She sure wasn't going to deny him that so she turned around and allowed him entry. He filled her again and after a minute of two of gentle movement, he sped up and fucked her hard. He reached down and played with her breasts for a bit and then put one hand on her hip and with the other, he reached for her clit. But instead of wildly stroking it like many men would do, Jake simply applied pressure on it and rhythmically applied and released this pressure. It drove her nuts and she mirrored the rhythm squeezing down on his cock. She thought that they were both heading for another amazing orgasm but he stopped her.

He pulled out and laid down on the bed and said "Ride me." 

She obliged. She got on top of him and rode him for a while. Then, he pulled her down to him and kissed her, stopping her movements with his hands.

"Lay on top of me with your legs stretched out, build that pressure you like."

Ellie wasn't going to argue with that and did so promptly. The position gave him full access to her breasts and he took advantage of it, pulling one nipple into his mouth and playing with the other with his fingers. His other hand rested on the small of her back and pushed down. Ellie felt it build inside her, a third orgasm, a record for her. It only took a few minutes and the earthquake hit her. She squeezed on his cock so hard that he let o of the nipple he'd been sucking on to cry out with his own release. They rode the aftershocks together and then, they were truly, totally spent.

"Is it okay if I spend the night?"

"You're panning on making me late for work aren't you?"

"Me? Innocent little me?"

"Let me set my alarm a half hour earlier."

"Can I ask you one more thing?"

"Sure."

"Any chance you and I can be exclusive for a while?"

"I think I'd like that but we can't tell anybody, specially at work."

"No problem, I don't kiss and tell either."

And with that, they kissed and cuddled and fell asleep.



Surprise!



Joan knocked on the door timidly. It was her first meeting with Bob and she wasn't sure what to expect. She'd been talking to him for a few weeks, and as it happens sometimes, the talk turned dirty. She wondered how much of it he meant, about fantasizing about dominating and tying up a woman. 

Still, her insides shivered at the thought. She ran a hand through her thin blonde hair as she waited. The door opened, and she saw Bob smiling in front of her. "So glad you could make it Joan," he said greeting her. "You look gorgeous."

Indeed, she was even in her casual t shirt and jeans, it was getting chilly but she still managed to stand out. Men's heads would turn as they saw her, truthfully following her chest more than her. That was not to say her face wasn't pretty, with pouty red lips and piercing green eyes. Her 36dds swayed as she walked, as did the men. 

She walked into his house, he was dressed casually in lounge pants and a t shirt. She sat down on the couch, and he brought her some tea. The talked a bit and drank tea, then she had to go to the bathroom. "Second door on your left," he told her. 

When she was done, she started to walk back to the living room, but noticed a bedroom door was opened. There was a handcuff hanging from the metal headboard, and she walked in and touched it. Maybe he was serious, she thought.

She suddenly felt a warm breath on her neck. "Would you like to try them on," Bob suddenly whispered. His hands went up her sides. "Or were you all talk?" He boldly kissed her ear. 

Her resistance quickly crumbled, and she let him strip her, taking her shirt and pants off, then her underwear and bra, piled on the floor. "Glorious," Bob whispered. "Lay on the bed, slave." She obeyed, laying down. The fact that he referred to her as a slave turned her on even more. 

Each wrist was cuffed to separate posts, leaving her at Bob's mercy. He quickly stripped, and she gasped at the size and thickness of his manhood. She wasn't sure he'd fit all the way in her. "You may moan all you wish," he told her. "But you can't cum until I tell you, or you will be punished. You understand?" She nodded. 

He surprised her by first going between her legs and licking her. She gasped as his warm tongue caressed her pussylips, spreading them as his tongue entered her. She moaned, arching her back and tugging on the cuffs as his tongue swirled inside her moist innards, tasting her sweetness and brushing her clit. She bit her lip as she got closer and closer..

Then he pulled his tongue out. "Not yet," he told her. He went up, kissing her erect nipples, sucking one into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth as his cock brushed on her. She struggled even more, "P-please," she begged. "Please, what slave?" He whispered.

"Take me," she moaned. "I-I can't hold much longer."

He grinned, pulling his lips off her nipple, rolling it with two fingers, then adjusted his cock. It looked longer and thicker than it was before, she thought as it suddenly plunged inside her. Her pussy gripped him tightly as she struggled to control herself, taking deep breaths so she wouldn't, mustn't cum yet. He moaned and started thrusting hard and deep. His moans became as loud as hers, and she lost herself in his thrusts, finally crying out as she could not hold back, her orgasm crashing into her as her pussy spasmed violently around his cock. 

He groaned louder, and when her eyes opened, he was grinning at her. "You will be punished," he moaned. As suddenly as he'd entered her, he pulled out. She immediately felt empty without his cock, and he straddled her chest.

He began to stroke his cock, and it made her ache for him in her again, and suddenly it burst. Hot streams of cum splattered all over her face. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, not wanting any in her eyes, but wanting to taste his jizz. She was disappointed when he'd finished cumming, but none had reached her lips. She looked up at him pleading. "No, that's part of your punishment. No taste for you," he wagged a finger at her. 

"You're being cruel to her," a new, feminine voice said. "Every woman deserves a taste." The mystery woman walked over to where she could see her. She looked slightly younger, with thick, jet black hair and thin lips. She walked over next to her and licked a bit of cum off her cheek. She was shocked the woman was here! Who was she?

Bob smiled at her. "Thank you dear, but it was her punishment. She came too soon." They embraced. "Joan, this is Mary, my wife. She likes to watch sometimes." 

Joan's heart fell a little. She'd hoped to have Bob all to herself. Yet she was turned on by the thought of being watched. She felt herself getting wet again. Mary was undressing, and she could see Bob was already hard again. What were they going to do to her? 

Then Mary straddled Bob and pushed him back on the bed. "I also liked to be watched," she told Joan. "Be a good girl and watch me, and maybe you'll be rewarded." She slowly started to gyrate on Bob's hips, his cock sliding in and out of her. 

Joan couldn't take her eyes off Mary if she'd wanted to. She moaned and licked her lips as Mary rode him harder, faster, and letting her breasts bounce as she herself bounced on him. "Remember," she said. "Tell me before you cum dear." Bob nodded, moaning as he held onto her. Joan desperately wanted to be on top of him instead of Mary, and would've taken everything he could give her. Mary's moans became louder and ragged as she came and came on him, and suddenly was gasping "No..no.." and would've jumped off if Bob hadn't been holding onto her. When he'd finally finished she stared down at him. "You promised you'd warn me.." She moaned. 

Bob grinned up at her. "Don't worry dear, let Joan take care of it." Joan's eyes widened. He expected her to clean his wife's pussy? 

She tugged as Mary straddled her face. "Good idea, sweetie," she grinned. She lowered her hips onto Joan's lips. Joan had one taste of the salty sweetness of his cum, and forgot all else. She started devouring Mary's pussy with a passion, and Mary moaned, gripping Joan's legs. She parted them, and lowered her lips onto Joan's pussy, surprising herself. They licked each other, tasting each other until each of them was lost in uncontrollable quivering of ecstasy. 

Bob unlocked Joan's handcuffs, and smiled at the pair as they finally finished orgasming. "Quite the surprise, huh Joan?"



Surprise!



I got to the hotel early. Mark and I were having a night away but he was coming straight from work. I had decided to surprise him. I hurried up to our room and set the scene, curtains drawn and low lighting. I took a shower and dressed, starting to tingle a little with anticipation. I was wearing a black dress, well a dress in the loosest sense of the word. It was barely long enough to cover my arse and had revealing cut outs all the way up the sides. At the top it was barely capable of containing my 34DD breasts. I teamed it with lace topped seamed black hold ups and the tiniest black thong. "Dressed" I surveyed the room. I had tidied away my bag and coat, there was nothing to distract the eye. I got comfortable on the bed, not knowing how long I would have to wait. Time to accessorise. I put on a gag and placed a blindfold on my forehead in readiness. I snapped the handcuffs around one wrist, another quick look round to check I hadn't forgotten anything then slid the blindfold down over my eyes and, feeling my way, fed the handcuffs around the headboard and snapped them shut on my other wrist. Lying comfortably in my provocative clothing I settled down to wait.

I heard my phone beep its annoyingly grating text alert. I couldn't see it but it had to be Mark letting me know he was on his way. I felt my heart beat faster in anticipation, I wished I would be able to see his face when he first saw me waiting for him but the blindfold would stop that. It was a small price to pay, I knew he would be beyond excited to find me laying there entirely at his mercy. Then I heard the door opening. Finally! I strained to hear his reaction but at first there was silence, then to my horror a strange male voice. 

"Julie, come and see! Steve promised an extravagant present to make up for not being able to make the wedding, look!" I couldn't think what he meant, there was nothing in the room which could be taken for a present but understanding crashed over me as I felt a hand caressing my breast. I struggled to release my hands, shaking my head violently but they apparently took no notice. The hand carried on stroking, a thumb flicking over my nipple. 

I heard Julie's voice for the first time. "Do you think it's a friend of his or has he paid for her services? I wonder if we can keep her all night?" I was still shaking my head, trying to let them know their mistake but the gag and blindfold stayed in place. I felt a second hand on my other breast. As it traced delicate circles around my nipple I wondered if this was Julie's hand. I heard her chuckle "What shall we do with her first Marcus?"

There was a moment's silence presumably as Marcus pondered what he wanted to do to me. "I know what you're like," he said, "You want to know what she tastes like."

"Of course," laughed Julie, "But first I want to know what she looks like. That dress doesn't leave a lot to the imagination I know but I'm getting wet just imagining taking it off her and getting a proper look at her tits." There was a squeal of laughter and a slapping noise. "Get off Marcus!"

"Just checking," he said, "You weren't kidding about getting wet. Now, how do you want to get the dress off? She's handcuffed."

I heard the noise of a zip and then felt cold metal through the nylon of my stocking. "You'll never cut it off with those little nail scissors" said Marcus. There was no answer from Julie. I felt her worrying away at the thin fabric and then it gave. There was a shout of triumph as Julie ripped the dress from hem to neck, leaving me totally exposed. I was powerless to stop her cupping both breasts in her hands, squeezing my nipples painfully.

"Now I'll taste her!"

I was shocked to feel a warm rush of arousal as a hot mouth engulfed one nipple, sucking on my breast. "I think she likes that," said Marcus. Embarrassingly he was right. My body was starting to respond to Julie's talented tongue and being stripped in front of these strangers had turned me on more than I would have believed possible. I moaned through the gag as Julie turned her attention to my other breast. I almost sobbed as she pulled away and I heard a rustle of fabric.

"That's better," she said. "I was feeling overdressed compared to our new friend here." She resumed her attentions to my breasts, licking and caressing, biting gently at my nipples. I had no thought now for trying to stop her, I wondered what she would do next.

I had almost forgotten Marcus was there until I heard his voice. "Can I share? She is supposed to be a joint present." He didn't wait for a response. I felt his hand and then his mouth on my breast, I squirmed under the sensation of two tongues licking my nipples. I felt fingers start to trail lazily down across my stomach making me shiver, they reached the top of my thong and my legs parted, all semblance of reluctance gone. I felt suddenly bereft as Marcus pulled away from my breast. Seconds later I felt hands sliding my thong down my legs exposing my smoothly waxed pussy. "Just how you like them," he announced, "not a single hair to catch in your mouth." 

Julie didn't answer, her mouth was still full with my nipple, but I felt her slide her smooth leg across to straddle me. As she settled across me I realised she was completely naked and felt another rush of arousal imagining how we must look together. She kissed her way up from my breast to my neck, delicate kisses which made me shiver again. I could feel her breasts crushed against mine as she sighed into my ear. She started moving down again, kissing and licking my skin, letting her nipples trail along my body. My back was arching, I was desperate to feel her hot mouth on my clit when she stopped, I almost screamed with frustration. "Marcus! I've just realised, how is she going to lick my cunt with that gag on? You know how much I love to sit on a woman's face." 

I felt her disappointment. At that moment I would have done anything she wanted just to get her to carry on her journey South. "Will I do, just this once?" he asked. Apparently this was acceptable as Julie turned back to me continuing her slow journey along my body. I was burning with desire as she finally reached her target. Her fingers stroked my soft inner thighs as I felt her breath warm against my pussy. I gasped as she gave my pussy a long luxurious lick and almost stopped breathing as she sucked my clit into her mouth. I squirmed with pleasure as she carried on licking, fast delicate strokes which were bringing me close to orgasm. Her strokes suddenly became erratic and she gasped, Marcus must have started licking her and he was clearly also talented. It was too much and I came in a shattering orgasm which made me writhe in my bonds, my screams muffled by the gag. Julie came just after me, screaming in pleasure before collapsing onto me.

"It must be my turn now," said Marcus. I was left alone, recovering from my climax and listening to the unmistakeable sounds of Julie sucking Marcus' cock. "Fuck that's good," he moaned. 

"Don't forget our present," said Julie. I tensed as I realised they weren't done with me. I felt a hand on my inner thigh and then 2 fingers were roughly thrust inside me. I couldn't help myself lifting my hips to meet them. Julie laughed, "I think she's ready for you". The fingers moved away and I felt something else nuzzling away at my entrance. Marcus thrust his cock into me, filling me. He thrust into me, fucking me hard and despite the intense orgasm I had already had I felt the tension beginning to build again. I bucked my hips to meet his thrusts, feeling him rub against my clit on each stroke. As Marcus fucked me Julie started to suck on my nipples again.

"She's got great tits Marcus, I can't leave them alone." I desperately wished my hands were free, I wanted to feel Julie's breasts, stroke her body as she had mine. The attention from the two of them was too much and I came again, juddering to a climax. 

Marcus groaned, "God Julie, she's just cum all over my cock. Fuck, I'm going to cum." He pulled his cock out and I felt a hot spray splash over my breasts and stomach. I was covered in cum, I couldn't believe how much he had shot over me. 

Heavy breathing filled the room as Marcus recovered. "I hope we do have her all night," he said, "I'm going to fuck her arse next time. What an amazing present".

I never found out what Julie wanted to do to me next. Before she could speak the phone rang and Marcus answered it. "Hello? Yes this is Room 203.....Really? You're absolutely sure?....ah, we'll be right down." I heard him put down the receiver. "Quick," he said, "get dressed, you'll never guess what's happened. There was some mix up at reception and they gave us the wrong key." I heard them laughing and the rustling of clothes. Then without a word to me they were gone.

Lying uncomfortably in the remains of my provocative clothing and covered in cum I settled down to wait.



Surprise



It was a quiet night in her household. She was feeling horny so she decided to go play with her husband, who is sound asleep. She quietly gets off the chair, walks towards the bed, slowly takes her clothes off, and as gently and quietly as she possibly can, slides into bed.

Her nipples are hard, her pussy is wet, and she's not going to let him get away. She slowly inches closer to him, he moves; she stops and waits until he gets settled again. Inch by inch, she gets closer to him, pressing her breasts against his back while her hand moves to his chest, playing with his chest hair before moving slowly down to his cock, which seems to have a mind of its own. She slowly strokes him; he ends up moving onto his back with a moan, she continues as she no longer cares if she disturbs him. She wants him in the 'worst possible way'.

She scoots down the bed so his cock is near her face; she licks his cock head and shaft a few times before thrusting him into her mouth. He moans and thrusts his fingers into her hair, forcing her mouth down onto him, she moans and starts sucking him slowly, being careful not to do it too rough, even though that's the way she does it, she obeys his non verbal 'order' and does it slowly and gently. Her mouth is moving up and down his incredible cock.

His cock is incredible; it's so hard to resist the urge to straddle him. But, still, she continues, now she's moving a little faster and he's making a noise that sure means he's awake but is pretending to be asleep. He does not want to interrupt her, as that'll probably make her stop. She stops so she can re-position herself on his leg, to take him in at another angle. She looks at him for a split second before stuffing him back into her mouth as deep as they both can go without her gagging.

Using her other hand, she plays with his balls. Massaging, gently squeezing, rubbing, and rolling. This is making him moan again and again. She knows he's awake, yet doesn't care. Why should she? They are both enjoying it tremendously! She is fighting the urge to straddle him still, but sucking on his cock and rubbing her pussy against his leg is awesome too. She stops playing with his balls and grabs his shaft, squeezing gently yet firm. He likes that, too.

His fingers managed to stay in her hair, but now it's to the point where both of them want what the other person has. She removes her mouth and hand from his cock, stands up on the bed, turns around, and impales herself on his cock. When she is all the way down, she moves so she's sitting Indian style, and starts rotating her hips left to right, front to back, and does this repeatedly while now his hands are on the back of her neck then her hips, then scratching her back, then pulling her hair, his hands are all over her body, and she absolutely loves it. They both love this!

She starts bouncing slowly at first then starts picking up speed. She squeezes her PC muscles as well as her thighs to make herself as tight as she possibly can, at this kind of angle. After a few minutes of that, she stretches her legs straight out before leaning back onto him, where he promptly puts his hand around her throat. She's moaning, groaning, growling, and he's moaning as he thrusts up into her as fast and hard as HE can while he's practically being pinned down by her body. His hold around her neck tightens as they fuck with all they have and before she realizes what's about to happen, she finds herself on her stomach, pinned between him, her arms, and the bed. She loves this too. Hell, she just loves the feeling of his big cock inside her pussy. PERIOD! Who could really blame her for that?

His hand is still around her throat, he's laying on top of her plowing her hard, fast, and deep. All she can really do is try to keep from suffocating in the pillow and tilting her hips up so he can get even deeper. He lets go of her neck so he can grab hold of her hips AND ass; what can I say? He's an utter genius, continuing to plow into her hard, harder, harder, fast, faster, faster, deep, harder, harder, faster, and faster. She's grunting and screaming into the pillow that won't let her get away from. She moves slowly to his fast, it's a fantastic feeling for both of them, her hips are tilted. He smacks her ass and she squeals.

He's relentless when it comes to fucking her pussy, but she's not going to tap out. However he does, he can't help himself, since she's now in that one prime position that makes him lose control, makes him want to cum, to fill her with his cum. It's serious now, no more 'play fucking' as she's used before. It's time to fuck to the finish and finish is what he's going to do... sometime soon...

She's a lucky woman to have a man who tries to get her to cum as many times as possible. To have a man who uses her as a very loved and very well used sex toy. To have a man who uses her as a cum dumpster. She's a very lucky woman indeed!

He's pumping her, his hands are pushing her even further down onto the bed, his hands firmly on her ass, he's thrusting faster and faster, he buries his cock as far into her as possible and cums so hard he grunts. Staying still for a few moments while catching their breath, he kisses her back, and slowly he rolls off her, onto his back, and falls asleep. She rolls over onto her side and wills herself to sleep with a smile on her face.



Surprise!!!



It was a little after 10:00am on a Friday morning when my cell phone rang.

"Hello? Tracy! Oh my God! How are you?" I say to one of my very best and closest friends. We have been friends for it seems like forever, I had moved out of state several years ago but she and I had always kept in touch.

"I'm doing really good, I was bad..." she tells me with a wicked laugh.

"Oh no! What did you do now?" I ask wondering what she had done.

"I got in my car in the middle of the night and I'm parked right outside of your house..." she tells me with a laugh. 

I get up and walk to the front door and open it and there she is in the driveway.

I let out a scream and go running to her car. She gets out and we hug. "Oh my God! Tracy I can't believe you're really here." 

"Yep, just couldn't handle being around the boyfriend and fighting all of the time so I told him I was going for a drive..."

"Uh yeah I guess you did go for a drive, you just didn't tell him to where." I said teasing her. "Let's grab your stuff and come on in."

She hugs me tightly, "I knew you'd say that..." she walks around and opens her trunk and we grab her suitcase and the odds and ends and take it all into the house.

"I really like your house, it's so pretty..." she says as she puts her things away. "Are you sure your boyfriend won't mind me being here?" she ask sitting down on the bed in the guest room.

"No, of course not, you'll really like him." I tell her knowing you won't mind company.

We decide to go shopping and out to lunch. We went to the mall and looked around and ended up in Victoria's Secret, we tried on all of the sexy clothes, laughing and giggling like a couple of teenagers. We each ended up buying an outfit.

"Okay, so how is your sex life?" she asks me as we sit in the food court at the mall.

"Great..." I tell her, "And yours???" I ask her.

"What's sex??? If I don't take care of myself I'd never have a Climax." She tells me with a serious look. I can tell she isn't joking.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask worried about her, she doesn't just jump up in the middle of the night and drive for seven hours for nothing.

"He's a jerk! All he ever wants is a blowjob and I get nothing unless I do it myself."

"Have you talked to him about it, tell him how you feel." I say wondering if he is even worried about her.

"Oh yes, I talk and he just sits there watching ESPN and drinking his beer."

She starts to tear up, she doesn't usually get emotional. "Well you know I'm here for you always."

"I know and thanks, I hope your boyfriend is okay with me showing up like this."

I assure her that you are okay with my having company. "You'll like him he is great, and the sex is great..." I tell her with a giggle. "Come on, let's go to the adult store across town and try on clothes..." I suggest grabbing my purse.

"You don't want to try on clothes you want to look at the toys!" she says with a laugh.

"Damn! You do know me!" I say laughing.

At the adult store we look at the clothes for a few minutes and she looks at me and winks. "Come on you know you want to go into the back room."

"Let's go!" I tell her leading the way. There was nobody back there just the two of us.

"Hey! Look at this!" Tracy says holding up a life size dildo/cock. "bet this would feel good," she says winking at me.

"I bet it would..." I say as she leans in and kisses me. "Oh yes, we're going to have a great time..." I tell her.

"Does your boyfriend know you're bi?" she asks.

"Oh yes he knows and he is okay with it, he has always wanted to have a threesome with me and another woman." I tell her getting an idea. I've got an idea!" I say looking at her.

"Oh no! What is it Lucy???" She says teasing me, she always thought of her and I as Lucy and Ethel because she never knew what I was going to come up with next.

"How about we give him his threesome...surprise him when he comes home."

"I think you just want some pussy."

"Well that too, and I know you could stand a good fucking can't you?" I ask her point blank. "Would I buy this, so we could go back to my house and play?" I ask her.

"Well if you don't I will." I pay for the items, dildo, some fruit flavored oils, and K-Y. "I'll make sure you forget that boyfriend, and so will my boyfriend, you'll have a good time I promise."

"I can't wait to play..." she says as we walk out to her car.

"I know me too..."

Getting back to my house we lock the front door and head for my bedroom with the huge shower. We can't keep our hands off of each other, touching, kissing as we undress each other. We undress each other and set the water temperature and step into the shower.

The hot water feels great, we soap each other up as we touch, caressing nipples, slipping our hands between each other's legs. "I've missed you..." Tracy moans as I rub her bare pussy, slipping a finger inside of her. "Yes..." she says as she pinches my right nipple. I go to my knees and spread her legs apart, rinsing the soap off of her. I spread her pussy open and I lick her pussy lips, then kissing my way down her thighs back and forth. Finally after teasing her for a few minutes I lick her clit, flicking my tongue across it.

"Fuck yes!" she says grabbing my hair in her hands. That turns me on so much when I get my hair grabbed like this. I lick and suck her as she moans and pleads for me to make her cum. "Yes, eat my pussy...I need to cum so bad..." I slip two fingers into her wet pussy, fingering her gently at first and them the more excited she gets the rougher I finger her as I lick her clit. I reach down with one hand and rub my bare pussy, rubbing my clit. I'm glad I shaved my pussy last night, I tried to keep it bare.

"Bed!" she moans, "let's go to your bed..." We turn the water off and dry each other off and head for my King sized bed. 

She lays down on the bed, legs spread wide, I lay down between her legs and reach for the new dildo I just bought. I open the package and start to lick it all over, taking the head in my mouth as she watches. She reaches over and grabs the strawberry flavored oil and drizzles it all over her tits and down her stomach and all over her pussy.

"Dessert...I like that..." I tell her as I move up to her tits and licks her nipples until they are hard. "Oh yes, lick them, bite them..." I hear her moan as I take one nipple and then the other in my mouth. Sucking and nibbling on them, taste so good. I lick my way down her body, tasting strawberries. I get back between her legs and reach for the dildo, rubbing it across her pussy, teasing her with it. "Fuck me...please..." she begs me as I slowly slip the dildo inside of her wet slit. 

The strawberry oil is dripping all down the inside of her already wet pussy.

In and out slowly I fuck her, hearing her moan as she grabs my head.

I glance up and she is pinching and pulling on her nipples as I fuck her.

"I have missed you so much..." she says as I lick the oil off of her hard clit.

All I can do is moan as I start to fuck her a bit deeper and faster.

"Fuck me..." she pleads. In and out faster and deeper I fuck her wanting to make her cum. She is bucking her hips, not able to lay still. She reaches for another new toy, a magic wand and she turns it on and places it on her clit. She almost jumps off of the bed. "Oh fuck!" She moans, holding it on her clit. "Oh my god, you're gonna love this one!" she says as I continue to fuck her, hearing her wet pussy as that cock goes in and out of her. "Yessss...oh fuck I'm gonna cum..." she says as she starts to climax. I pull the dildo out of her and I take her clit in my mouth and I suck on it fingering her at the same time. I want to feel her cumming. "Cumming...now...now...now..." I feel her pussy contract as she cums all over my hand and my mouth.

"God that was so good, my boyfriend doesn't even eat pussy like that..." she tells me as I crawl up on the bed beside her.

"I'm glad you liked it, feel better?" I ask as I glance at the bedside clock.

"Oh darn! I forgot to take anything out for dinner." I say noticing it was almost 4:30.

"You bought me lunch and the toys let me buy us all dinner tonight." Tracy suggest.

"He comes home and finds us in bed together and he may not want dinner..." I say, knowing he is going to be surprised. He won't be upset or angry but surprised. I had always told him if she ever came into town it would probably happen.

"Okay, your turn...you made me cum now I'm gonna make you cum." Tracy tells me as she gets down on the bed between my legs. "Somebody's nice and wet..." she says as she licks the inside of my thighs. I reach for my tits and I rub and pinch my nipples. "Lick me" I moan as she spreads my pussy open and licks my pussy lips, taking them into her mouth gently sucking on them. 

"You taste so good..." I pour the strawberry oil all over my tits and she takes the bottle from me and pours it over my stomach, across my pussy and I can feel it dripping down into my slit, over my clit.

I massage it into my tits, feeling my nipples getting ever harder as she slips two fingers deep inside of me. "Fuck!!" I moan out loud.

"Strawberry flavored pussy..." Tracy says as she fingers me a bit deeper, she takes her fingers out and she offers them to me. I taste the oil and my pussy on her fingers. She reaches for the new dildo and she gently pushed it inside of my tight pussy.

"Damn, you're still tight like years ago." she tells me as she works the dildo inside of me.

"Give it to me, fuck me..." I ask her watching her slowly fuck me with the toy.

In and out deeper and faster she fucks me. All I can do is moan, watching her work over my pussy. She licks my clit at the same time.

"So this is why you didn't answer your phone..." I look up and your standing in the doorway, watching. "Baby, don't be mad..." I start to say as you start to unbutton your shirt. "Oh I'm not mad honey, enjoy yourself I want to watch..." You tell me as you sit down across from our bed. Tracy looks up and smiles "Hi, I'm Tracy..." she says and goes back to fucking me.

You quickly get undressed, sit down and watch as she continues to fuck me. "Take that cock and lick it baby girl..." you tell me. I reach for the other dildo and I lick it all over, getting it nice and wet, flicking my tongue across the head, then licking my way down to the balls. I can see your stroking your cock, getting hard. "You like her eating your pussy baby?"

All I can do is moan around the cock in my mouth. 

"Here...suck my cock baby..." you tell me as you walk over to the side of the bed, stroking your cock. "Harder fuck me harder..." I tell Tracy as I take your cock in my hand and I stroke you. "Suck me..." you tell me rubbing your cock across my lips. I reach for your cock. "No hands..." you tell me as you hold my head up so I can suck you. I lick the tip of your cock with the tip of my tongue, teasing you as you push your cock into my mouth.

Tracy is fucking me deep, fast and hard I want to cum so bad. I start to suck on the head of your cock, in and out of my mouth. "Oh yeah baby girl...suck that cock..." I love the feel of your hard cock in my mouth, I suck and lick your cock as I feel my climax building. You reach for my nipples, pinching them. The closer I get to cumming the harder I suck you. "Oh yeah...take it...deep..." you say as I swallow your cock as deep as I can. Tracy is fucking me deep fast and hard, I'm going to cum soon. I let your cock slip from my mouth, you stroke your cock as you watch me. "Oh god I'm gonna cum..." I moan as you give me your cock again, fucking my mouth as if it were a pussy.

"Oh yeah...suck my cock baby...make me cum when you do..." In and out I take your hard cock deep feeling you holding me down as you fuck my mouth. "Fuck baby...I'm so close..." You say grabbing my tits and squeezing them as you fuck my mouth. Tracy is ramming that dildo into me so hard and fast. "Cum with me baby...cum for me..." I hear you telling me as my climax hits me. God it feels so good, I clamp my legs around Tracy as I cum, moaning around your cock in my mouth. You hold your cock as deep as I can take it. "Yeah...take my cum baby...swallow it all..." I feel you exploding in my mouth, I swallow every last drop. You pull away from me, trying to catch your breath. "Oh my god that was good..." is all you can say.

My legs relax from around Tracy and she moves up to me on the bed and she winks at you as she kisses me tasting your cum. "Taste good..."

"I'm glad I came home early..." you tell me sitting down next to me on the bed.

"I called and called and didn't get an answer I thought something was wrong..."

You tell me kissing the top of my head.

"I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to worry you." I say, I introduce you and Tracy and explain that she had needed a break from her boyfriend and she came for the weekend.

"It's okay isn't it?" I ask hoping you didn't have any plans for the weekend.

"I know I should have checked with you first but I knew you'd be okay with it."

"Honey, you don't have to ask my permission to do anything you want to do...I'm not like other people..." you tell me. Tracy and I just look at each other and giggle...

"He knows about you know who..." I tell her so she knows who he is talking about.

"Okay got ya..."

After we rest for a few minutes we all decide to go out to dinner Tracy's treat. I show her to the guest bathroom and I go back to our room. You're already running the water for the shower. I go to the closet and take out a nice pair of jeans and a nice shirt.

"Did I surprise you honey???" I ask really hoping you're not upset with me. "

"Oh yes you did baby, a nice surprise, maybe we can all play this weekend..." you say walking over to me and kissing me. " and please don't worry, I am not upset...she seems like real sweet person and no matter what nobody will ever come between us..."

You hug me tight, and smack my butt. "Hey!" I exclaim..."What was that for?"

"That was just a love tap baby...you started with out me..."

"I promise I will never start without you again, now let's take a shower so we can go out to dinner, I'm starved..."

"For food or pussy???" You ask with a wink.

"Both." I say knowing you want to watch me eat pussy.

I can tell it's going to be a great weekend.



Surprise a Monster Dildo in Video Booth



I was at work horny as ever thinking about how a great a nice hard cock would be fucking me hard in the ass. My ass was ready I had already been playing with my ass in the bathroom and just couldn't get enough. I finally decided I was just going to have to go and get fucked. 

I had been to the this Adult Video theater several times before and can always find some nice big cocks from people that are on their lunch break looking for a release. I hurried over there as soon as I left for lunch I was so horny I couldn't stand it anymore.

I arrive and pay the entrance fee and hurry into the theater. There are about 20 booths in this theater all playing different porn in them. I walk around the place checking out all the guys looking for the one I think would be the best fuck. It was a odd day there where not that many people in there and everyone began following me around while I was looking. I was being followed by about 4 or 5 guys. I started to get nervous so I locked myself in a booth for a minute to kind of escape. Finally I decided I came here for some cock there is no reason to be afraid. So I opened the door to the booth I was in and just left it open while I sat in there. Not 10 seconds later a Mexican guy came in there and locked the door . He quickly pulled down his pant a he had a nice big cock probably 7.5 to 8" and it was thick. I was so excited I just couldn't wait to get my ass pounded. 

I started sucking his hard cock as best I could using a lot of tongue feeling his hard dick in the back of my throat trying not gag I started playing with his balls while his cock was in my mouth. I continued sucking his cock until it was hard as a rock and I just had to have it in my ass now. I got up and turned around and started taking down my pants and he disappointed me by telling me that he didn't like to fuck and that he only wanted a blow job. Well he sat down and I obliged to just suck his dick. So I get back to sucking his cock that I wished was in my ass. He finally grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my throat hard I could barely take it. I felt so humiliated as he just rammed his cock down my throat again and again and finally he pulled out and came on the floor. He quickly pulled his pants up and left. 

I went back out to look again for a good fuck. There was an old guy, a fat guy, and another Mexican guy. I decided I would go ahead and let the Mexican guy fuck me so I go into a boot hand he follows me in locking the door behind him. I kneel down so I can suck his cock hard. He pulls out his cock and I am disappointed it is not really big maybe 5" and not too thick.. I decide I will just quickly suck him off and look for a better cock to fuck my ass. I quickly suck his dick taking it all the way in my mouth and sucking as fast and hard as I can. He quickly gets ready to cum and I pull his dick out of my mouth and let him cum on the floor. 

First rimming job

Now walking out of the booth there is only the old guy and the fat guy. I decide to just go into a booth and see who comes in first. So I go into a booth and stand facing the TV watching a porn of a woman getting ass fucked hard by a huge black cock. You could see the ecstasy in the little sluts face while her ass was stretched and being pounded. I really wanted to feel the same thing. Well not a few seconds later I hear the door close and lock behind me. I immediately just pull down my pant and bend over so who ever it was would know that I just wanted to get fucked. The man put some fingers in my ass and played with my ass a minute. Then he asked if he could fuck me with his dildo. I said oh yea and he pulled out a huge dong, it must have been nine inches and fat. I was thinking I have never had anything this large in my ass before but watching the lady on the porn having her ass fucked so good I told him to stretch my ass out. I laid back on the nasty bench in the booth and I see now that it is the old guy. He starts fingering my ass and stretching it out to prepare for the monster that was about to go in my ass. I was enjoying his fingers in my ass when all of a sudden he rammed this huge dildo into my ass. I wanted to scream it stretched me out so much IT went about a quarter of the way in on the first push. MY ass was on fire and I could barley breath. HE didn't stop he just kept pushing it in. I told him to stop and he just said relax. I couldn't take it and he wasn't letting off. I was getting worried it hurt so bad finally I grabbed it and pulled it back out. Then laid back and spread my legs wider and he shoved it in hard again this time it was about half way in and it felt painful but wonderful this time. He was still working it quite forcefully though but MY ass was having a better time with it now. He started going harder and harder and it felt so great my ass was so stretched out and I felt just like the lady in video that was still playing. 

He began working this monster in more and more he got it about three fourths of the way in and started working it in and out faster and faster I thought I was going to pass out. Then out of no where he pulls it all the way and then rams the whole thing up my ass at once it hurt so bad I let out a yell and he just held me down and kept ramming it in my ass. I was trying to get up I couldn't take it but he wouldn't let me. I was thinking he was going to tear my ass apart but he didn't care he just kept ramming it in my ass. I kept saying to stop but he wouldn't listen he just kept plowing the dildo into my ass. Finally I started to relax as my ass was stretched out and he kept pumping the dildo in my ass more and more. I started feeling so wonderful. I must have looked just like the slut in the porn. 

I took his cock into my mouth at the same time he was pumping the dildo in my ass and started sucking his cock knowing that as soon as he came he would leave and I could get out of there. I was giving him the best blowjob I know how. It was hard to concentrate on his cock while he was pounding my ass with that huge dildo 9" in my ass. Finally I could tell he was about to come. His cock started to leak pre cum and I was sucking it down quickly just trying to get his cock to cum so I could get this dildo out my ass. He was pumping the dildo in my ass hard just as he was about to cum I tried to get his cock out of my mouth but he just shoved in the back of my throat pumped his hot cum down my throat I almost gagged he just kept cumming. I had cum running down my face. He finally stopped cumming and then he took the dildo out. I though he was done but one more time he shoved the whole thing up my ass then pulled it out to leave me laying there with my ass gaping open. He then pulled up his pants and left leaving the door to the booth open and me laying in there. I hurried get my pants on before anyone else came in there. I left my ass was aching and I walked out bowlegged and in disbelief as to what had just happened. Then I realized I got just what I had wanted and I am sure I will be looking for him next time I back needing a hard fucking.



Surprise Adventure in My Mind



A friend and I have discussed watching our wives having intercourse with other men. We both find this experience very exhilarating. Unfortunately, for both of us, our wives will no longer engage in that activity, so we have been reliving our past as we correspond over the Internet. We have never met nor has either of us seen the other's wife. We discuss what we would do if either wife would offer herself, but we both know it will never happen. That day has passed, at least in the flesh, but not in the mind.

My wife and I are watching TV as usual. She had a hard day at school and wants me to rub her feet. She had already changed into her nightgown (a flannel, unfortunately). I rub her feet for a while, then her legs and knees (she has knee problems, as well). She is lying on the couch, with her feet in my lap. After her knees (the movie now complete and the news coming on) I change position a little to start working on her thighs. I guess you already know where I'm heading. 

Soon I'm laid out on the couch between her legs and find her quite moist and ready. I work my tongue between those lips and slide it along the folds until I find her clitoris. I suck it in and she moans a little. I stiffen my tongue and start lashing it back and forth across the swelling little bundle of nerves. It isn't long before she grabs the back of my head and pulls me into her tight. Thrusting up into my face she gasps a little every now and then.

I think of my friends wife, thinking that instead of a little gasp every now and then, she would be saying things like, "Ooh, yes! That feels good. Keep it up, baby. Ooh! Yes! Yes... that feels sooo good."

Deb is beginning to thrust a little harder and quicker now, so I flatten my tongue against her clitoral area, swishing it back and forth as quickly as I can. She pulls my head in even tighter, stopping her thrusts for a moment, and then begins to shudder as she is over come by her orgasm. She tightens her thighs against my head and pushes me away, turning her whole body to the left, without saying a word.

His wife, on the other hand, pulls my head even tighter into her pussy as I eat her clit, wanting me, needing me to take her to an even higher plateau of orgasmic pleasure. I imagine her holding my head and thrusting ever harder into my mouth, crying, "Eat me, baby! Eat my pussy! I'm going to cum, honey! Ooh yes! I'm cumming... ooh yes! I'm cum... Yes! Yes! Keep licking it. Oooh... yes... yes.…" And all the while she is bucking into my face. It's hard to hold on, but I continue to whisk my tongue across her clit as her orgasm builds and builds.

My wife just lays there in the fetal position, convulsing in her own orgasmic bliss, as I try to pull her over on her back and spread her legs; but she isn't having any part of that. Instead, I mount her from the side. I work one knee between her pulled up legs and place my hands on either side of her shoulders. On her side below me, I slid my cock between her cheeks, trying to find her opening. After several failed attempts, Deb raises her upper leg, grabs my cock and directs its head to the proper position. I thrust and drive it in, to the hilt, hearing a slight gasp from my wife. 

His wife is still holding my head between her legs and although she has already started coming down from her high, she is still wantonly thrusting into my face and begging me to continue. Now that her thrusts are not as violent, I take one hand and reach up to begin massaging her soft round breasts. The other hand I slide under me and up between her legs, palm up, until my chin rests in that hand. I insert my middle finger through the profusion of her juices. Reaching in as far as I can, I rub that finger back and forth across the top of her love tunnel; hoping that I'm reaching her G-spot. All the while my tongue continues to attack a very hard and considerably extended miniature cock. My finger must have found that spot, because almost immediately she is thrusting and convulsing as hard as ever. His wife is moaning and groaning and saying words that are unintelligible. I hear words like, "Yes! Yes! Oooh God! Yes! Eat me! I'm cumming, again." in between other audibles I can't understand.

I thrust into my wife, while thinking I am still eating his. I want to give more pleasure, however my wife just wants me to cum and have it over with, I guess. She is still convulsing a little as I thrust into her. However, when she allows me to enter her in the missionary position after I have eaten her to climax, her orgasms last a lot longer. She gasps a lot more and sometimes even cries. Her orgasm, although slightly diminished, seems to stay with her until I finally fill her loins with my seed. But, not tonight. Tonight I just get to thrust and meet my needs, almost alone.

I say almost alone, because I have this image of his wife that I'm still eating. She has come down from her second orgasm and is now climbing towards her third. I suck in her clit this time and while holding it between my lips I slash across its tender head with the tip of my tongue. I push my finger tighter into her box, rubbing the top of the tunnel faster and harder. Suddenly she bucks up into my face so hard I loose her clit. Coming down I find it again, but must pull my hand from her breast so I can hang on. She thrusts and thrusts into my face. Her orgasm is just as hard as her previous two, except now instead of asking for more she asks, "Oooh god!…. Fuck me!…. Please… fuck me!"

My wife's orgasm has passed and she lies there waiting for me to have mine. She's thrusting to meet my lunges, but her thrusts are there to help me get off, not to meet her own needs, not thrusts of desire.

His wife, however, still begs me to fuck her. In fact she is pleading for anyone to fuck her. I imagine that I crawl up on her, quickly finding her drenched love canal, I plunge in to the hilt. She gasps a quick 'thank you' and begs to be fucked hard, to fill her up, to give her all I have, and I try to do just that.

I'm still thrusting into my wife, but with new vigor. She thrusts back in tempo with me, but I'm somewhere else right now. I'm being begged to fuck someone else's wife. I'm enjoying the pleasure I'm giving. She apparently enjoys that pleasure as well, based on her responses and begging for more. And her husband is enjoying the sight of his wife giving pleasure to another man and is very proud of her capabilities.

I pull myself up tight against her pelvic bone, trying to provide as much pressure as I can against her clit. I grab hold of the arm on the couch, using it for leverage so I can thrust even harder. With each thrust I role across her body. I feel her breasts role underneath me. I feel her hard nipples burning into my chest. She begs for more, "Yes! Yes! That's it! Fuck me. Fuck me good and hard. Oooh yes!… You know… what you're doing…. Oooh, yes!… I'm close… again…. A little harder, baby…. I'm so clooose…. Yes! Yes!… Fuck me!… Fuck me!… I'm cumming…. Come with me…. Fill me with your cum…. Oooh! Yes!… I'm cum…. Ooh! Oooh!" She continues to moan, but now in terms that are no longer intelligible.

The thoughts of his wife begging like that now bring me to my own climax as I thrust as hard as I can into my wife. My cock jerks once… twice… and the ejaculate bursts forth against the entrance of two women's wombs. I lean forward on my wife and squeeze his wife's breasts. I pull on them, my fingers grasping and releasing in time with the pumping action of my cock. Now it is my turn to yell and scream, "Yes, baby!" I answer his wife. "I'm cumming too…. Fuck me… back, honey…. Augh! Augh!…" I moan with each pump of my cock, now too intense to say anything else. As I begin to wind down, but still pumping my load, I'm able to respond again with, "I'm filling you with my seed, baby. Giving you what you want. Tell me that's what you want?"

My wife says nothing. His wife says, "Yes, baby. Fill me up with your cum. Cool me off with that love juice. I can feel it everywhere inside me. It feels good, baby. Sooo good." Both my wife and his stroke the back of head lovingly as I lay on top of them exhausted and panting.

After some recuperation we slowly untangle and move to the bedroom. Deb is fast asleep in a second, but his wife gives me that come hither look. I quickly get down between her legs and once again find her clit with my lips. I softly suck it between my lips and very tenderly begin to massage it with my tongue. I feel my jism against my cheek as some has run out and flows down her thigh. I remove my mouth from her lips and begin cleaning her thighs with my tongue. "Uuuum, that's nice." his wife purrs. "I've never had anyone clean me like that before."

Encouraged, I work my way up to her opening, ensuring I have cleaned everything on the outside. Then I start on her love lips, sucking each one into my mouth, until I can no longer taste myself. I imagine her still sitting on the couch, sideways at one end with the vee that joins her legs right on the edge. I am on my knees in front of her, paying homage to the love goddess before me. 

Deb is snoring now, next to me in the bedroom.

I can feel his wife starting to respond to my ministrations. Her hand is running through my hair and every once in a while I look up at her and smile. I admire her. This is a real woman, in touch with her feelings and not afraid to let go and enjoy. I think of her husband sitting over in the chair playing with himself and I am envious at how lucky he is to have a wife that will share herself with others to give her husband everything he desires. And I think how proud he must feel that her performance can totally satisfy three people at once.

My fantasy goes on for quite awhile as my hand flails up and down my returned rigidity. His wife asks him to join us. She has him come to the end of the couch so she can take him into her mouth. I lick deep into her love nest once more, while she moans her appreciation around his cock. (I bet that humming feels good). After I'm sure she is completely cleaned out I return to her clit and work it until she is cumming again. I step aside and let her husband take her this time as she begs to be fucked by someone, anyone. When he finishes, I'm hard again and almost without missing a stroke, I'm inside her until I too, cum for the second time. This time all over my hand as my wife continues to snore next to me.

I send him a copy of this the next day on the Internet, thanking him for sharing his sexy wife with me. His reply is short, "No, thank you! It's best sex I've had in a long time. When can I return the favor?"



Surprise Adventure in Tokyo



My name is Emi Haneko Adams, a 26-year-old 4th generation American, half-Japanese on my mother's side and half-American on my father's side. My parents met at USC in the 1970s while my mother was an exchange student. With my "hapa" (half-Japanese) features, I was sought after during my teens and early 20s as a popular model in Japan, Hawaii, and California. I starred in countless ads for fashionable clothing, cosmetics, and more recently, high-end lingerie. It helped that I was 5'8" in height with firm breasts, small waist, 110 lbs., with natural pouty lips, fine shoulder-lengthp hair, and long, shapely legs—perfect assets for modeling jobs.

Almost a "supermodel" by Asian standards, I had steady jobs and earned enough from many gigs to finance my college education at UCLA, ending with a double major in international business and Japanese studies. Now 26 years old, I was ready for a career as a consultant in Japan for corporations doing business in the USA. Being bilingual and bicultural (and not bad-looking!) should give me an advantage.

Shortly after graduation, my boy friend of one year, Masa Ishida from Tokyo, made an offer that I could hardly refuse. Already back in Japan, he emailed me to visit him at his family home in Izu, not far from Tokyo. Masa was from a wealthy family with many businesses based in the Tokyo area and lived in their second home in Jogahama, a "second home" city for Tokyo millionaires. 

I immediately accepted, knowing that it would be a perfect chance for me to explore consultant opportunities in Tokyo, while enjoying the beautiful neighborhood and grand scenery of Jogahama, an area renown for its rugged, rocky coastline. Masa had one small request: pick up a package in Hawaii on the way to Tokyo. I didn't ask why since he was picking up the cost for the plane fare. Anyway, it would be a good chance to stop in Hawaii for a few days.

Set to depart in a few days on Japan Air Lines from LAX, I began packing for the trip--shorts, t-shirts, and bikinis for the Honolulu stopover--and more professional clothes for meetings in Japan. It was still late May, so it was not necessary to pack a lot of warm clothes. I settled on lighter "cool biz" (cool business) clothing appropriate for the many business meetings I expected, and more comfortable during the warmer summer months in June to August. "Cool biz" was the best thing that the Japanese government promoted to conserve energy; everyone was encouraged to dress more casually during the summer, including ditching the mandatory black business suits worn year-round. 

I decided that I should not dress too casually, despite the "cool biz" campaign; potential contractors probably looked down on foreigners who dressed too casually. In addition to dark business skirts and coats, I also packed my finest lingerie and hosiery—one of my few pleasures. I got hooked on sexy lingerie and stockings while doing some modeling for Secrets in Lace and similar lingerie companies. With my long, wavy brown hair, blue-green eyes, and slender build, I was especially in demand for lingerie ads. 

At first, I was uncomfortable posing provocatively in the finest panties and bras before mostly guys in the studio. I also had to model high quality hosiery ranging from pantyhose to RHT stockings and seamed full-fashioned stockings—but I got used to it and considered it as just a job. But the sexy feel of wearing garter belts and stockings aroused me so much that I had to be careful to not soak my nearly transparent panties. There were photo shoots when I had to carry tissue to soak up the pussy juices. After shoots, I would often get to keep the lingerie and stockings, so I accumulated quite a stash of sexy underclothing over the years. I had become an addict of sexy underwear!

I rejected the trend toward cheap pantyhose and, worse, no hosiery at all! I enjoyed the sleek, sensual feel of 10-15 denier stockings held up by erotic garter belts and supplemented by the sheerest panties available. I was hooked by vintage hosiery made by Dior, Hanes, Belle-Sharmeer, and other fine manufacturers of first-class stockings. My favorites were RHT and seamed stockings, which hinted at what was hidden beneath my more conventional clothing. For this trip to Japan, I planned to surprise Masa with my sexiest outfits. He had not seen me for a few months and would be beside himself when he gave me a "feel job" and discovered the prizes awaiting him! It never failed to get him all turned on when I wore my favorite lingerie and nylons.

The departure date finally came and I made my way to LAX a couple of hours early. The JAL flight was on time, as expected by Japanese punctuality. I checked in my one suitcase and proceeded to the TSA security check area. I presented my American passport and boarding pass to the TSA agent and was directed to the inspection line. My only concern was that I was wearing a six-strap garter belt and stockings under my comfortable sweater dress. I just hoped that the metal garter clips would not set off the TSA alarms! On many occasions, I had slipped through TSA security without any problems. Perhaps I had become complacent.

Removing my 3" sling back shoes, I realized that I was wearing RHT stockings! Oh, well, perhaps no one would notice or care since they were so rare. I also took out my MacBook Air and placed it in a separate tray. My carry-on bag was next. Would the TSA inspector notice that I had a truckload of lingerie and stockings? Would all the metal garter clasps get their attention as potential explosive devices? 

Everything on the conveyor belt passed through OK. Then, the TSA inspector asked me to step to the side for wanding. A little nervous, I stepped behind a partition with two feet printed on the floor. The male TSA agent instructed me to hold up my arms and to spread my feet apart. "I'm sorry, ma'am, there's no other agents available, so I will have to conduct the wanding."

I replied, "That's OK, go ahead." The TSA agent ran the metal detecting wand along my arms, then down my sides, around my waist, then down my legs. He paused mid-thigh when the wand detected the metal garter clasps. He paused and advised me that he would have to manually examine me. He then ran his hands up and down my upper legs and stroked the garter straps a couple of times, trying to determine what he was feeling. "What's this?"

"I'm wearing old-fashioned nylon stockings held up by garters. It's more comfortable than pantyhose. Do you really need to check?"

The agent replied, "I'm sorry, but I will have to verify that." He crouched down and proceeded to lift up the hem of my sweater dress and ran his hands up both my legs—up the outside inside of my thighs, then inside, and back up along the back of my thighs. He delicately stroked the sleek nylon stockings and paused at my stocking tops, and continued up to the back of my sheer panties. He was kneeling down as he closely inspected my upper legs, his face a few inches from my legs—perhaps more thoroughly than necessary. I could feel his hot breath on my thighs. After feeling me up more than adequately, he seemed satisfied. He lowered the hem of my dress and said, "OK, you are free to go." 

I noticed that he had difficulty standing, and that he had a huge pointy bulge in his trousers when he got up! I retrieved my sling back shoes and put them back on, as well as the rest of my carry-on luggage. I must admit that I was got moist from being molested by a TSA agent. His stroking of my nylon-covered legs reminded me too well of Masa's foreplay when he warmed me up before plunging his huge dick into my pussy. I would see him soon enough after arriving in Japan. I could hardly wait.

Part II

The flight from LAX to Honolulu was heavenly. Masa was really generous in getting me business class on JAL. I was treated like a princess with extra wonderful service, fine dining, and unlimited drinks. The six-hour flight seemed fairly short. We landed in the early evening and I quickly got to my hotel in Waikiki by taxi. Masa again was very generous and booked an oceanfront suite at the Sheraton Waikiki Hotel. 

After checking in, I unpacked and prepared to take a nice, long shower. I slipped out of my sling back shoes and took off my sweater dress, leaving me in my lacy bra, matching garter belt, and dark stockings. I was about to hit the shower, but I had a naughty idea for a little adventure in paradise. I slipped on the hotel's white bathrobe and slippers and headed to the elevator. In the in-flight magazine, I had read about the Sheraton Waikiki's unique "infinity pool" which seemed to disappear into the horizon. 

It was already night, so I had a risqué idea to slip into the pool in my underwear and stockings. Everybody would be busy partying on Kalakaua Avenue, the main drag through Waikiki, so I should have the pool all to myself. I don't know why, but wet stockings have been a fantasy of mine for a long time, especially in risky outdoor settings. I guess I am an exhibitionist at heart—which may explain why I enjoyed modeling sexy lingerie and stockings in front of guys with hard-ons!

When I got downstairs and poolside, sure enough, there was no one around. I found a deck chair next to the pool and pulled off my bathrobe, leaving me only in my lingerie and dark tan RHT stockings. I stepped into the pool. After the long flight from LAX, it felt so refreshing to immerse myself in the cool pool. I stroked my wet stockings and sheer panties and could feel myself heating up inside. 

The pool lights illuminated my body as I swam back and forth in the 20-meter long pool—then I suddenly realized that someone in a balcony above could see me half-naked! But then, I thought, who cares. After over 20 minutes in the pool, I stepped out and covered myself up with the bathrobe. I retired to my suite for a good night's rest. Next day, I was supposed to meet someone at the hotel to pick up a package for Masa.

Part III

Next morning, all I knew was that the person I was to meet was a local guy named "Kimo." Masa described him as a part-Hawaiian, about 30, 5'10", and husky. We were supposed to meet in the lobby of the Sheraton Waikiki Hotel at 8 sharp. I would recognize him in his Town & Country surfing t-shirt and red board shorts. Sure enough, a guy fitting Masa's description showed up exactly at 8. I went up to him and verified that he was Kimo. After he was satisfied that I was Masa's girl friend, all he said was, "Here's the package for Masa." That was it! The package was nondescript, weighed about two pounds, and about the size of a loaf of bread. My assignment, if I chose to accept it, was to take it to Tokyo and deliver it to Masa. Before I could say anything, Kimo was gone.

Next thing for me was to pack up for the next day's flight. I would get a good night's sleep after dining alone at the Halekulani Hotel's La Mer Restaurant, one of the finest in Hawaii.

I checked out the next morning and took a limo to the airport for my early afternoon flight to Haneda International Airport. Masa had booked me in business class so that I would be pampered during the nine-hour flight. For this leg, I decided to dress up suitably for business class. Under a loose-fitting, comfortable sundress, I wore my sexiest lingerie—matching sheer baby blue bra, lacy garter belt, and hi-cut panties complemented by the sheerest Hanes RHT stockings in my favorite color, Barely There. 

Hanes stockings were impossible to find in stores, but readily available online through eBay at $20-30 per pair. Over the years, I stocked up on my favorite size, 9-1/2 long, which perfectly fit my long, slender legs. I never bothered with slips, so at times, my garter belt straps and stocking tops showed through any light-colored dress or skirt I might be wearing. My sundress was off-white, so the garter straps, metal clips, and dark stocking tops peeked through upon close inspection—but no one expects to see stockings nowadays, so I wasn't concerned at all. My pussy got worked up, though, as I knew what I secretly wore underneath my normal-looking clothing.

I had to go through TSA screening at the Honolulu International Airport. This time, I again had to remove my shoes, exposing my dark reinforced heels and toes. But this time, I had also had to undergo a new full body scan recently installed as a pilot project. The thought of some screener viewing the body scan image excited me. It would be like a strip search! Inside the scanner, I had to raise my arms and spread my legs. I wonder what the screener was able to see—probably the clear outline of my underwear and perhaps my stockings! The TSA agent waved me through to pick up my shoes, laptop, and the rest of my carry-on baggage. Relieved, I proceeded to the first-class lounge to wait for early boarding.

The boarding and flight were uneventful and we arrived as scheduled at Haneda International Airport. The only thing that concerned me was that the questionnaire form given to passengers asked whether I had received anything from anyone to take on the flight. I didn't think anything of it and marked "no" on the form. I lied, actually—and it could come back to bite me. Should I have said, "yes?" I had no idea what was in the package—I was only asked to pick up a package in Honolulu. No big deal, right?

I fortunately cleared customs and immigration control at Haneda without any problems. I was so relieved! I caught a cab and proceeded straight to the Shinagawa Prince Hotel where I was supposed to receive further instructions about the package and how to meet up later with Masa. It seemed a little mysterious, but I trusted that Masa knew what he was doing.

I checked in at the hotel and quickly slipped off my shoes and sundress to take a long, hot shower—stockings and all. It was actually efficient to take a bath and do some laundry at the same time. It felt so great to completely refresh myself after a long flight and a little stress going through customs and immigration. The hot water streamed down my lithe body leaving my sheer panties nearly transparent. My dark hose got even darker as it was soaked through. I would sleep well tonight!

Part IV

The next morning, I got a call from the front desk about a message left for me during the evening. The note simply said, "Bring the package and all your baggage to the front lobby by 6 pm tonight. You will be met by a chauffeur who will take you to meet Masa." It seemed a little strange that Masa would not be coming to pick me up, but I was sure he had a reason—I figured that Masa must be busy and could not meet me in person. So, I had the whole day to go shopping at my favorite department stores in Tokyo—Tobu and Mitsukoshi. I would buy some special clothes to dress up for Masa! I already knew what I was going to wear in the evening to see Masa—a white strapless slip dress that I picked up in LA. It was so sexy, especially with fine lingerie and stockings underneath to get Masa excited! 

I was packed and ready to go at 6, and waiting anxiously in the lobby. I still had no idea what was in the package I picked up in Honolulu, but that wasn't my business. I was only the courier. At 6 sharp, a nicely dressed guy in his 30s entered the lobby and introduced himself in English with a heavy Japanese accent. "Hi, I Jiro. I come take you to Masa. Please let me take bags."

"Hi, I'm Emi. Pleased to meet you. Thank you for coming to get me."

"This way, please. The car waiting in driveway." Jiro swiftly walked out of the lobby with my suitcase and carry-on bag. By the time I caught up with him, my bags were already in the trunk. Jiro opened the rear door for me and waved me into the back seat. As I slid in, my slip dress rode up my thighs and exposed some dark stocking tops. Jiro was bowing as I got in the car, so he probably got an eyeful of my stocking-clad legs. I thought I detected a slight grin as he slowly closed the car door.

Jiro stepped into the driver's seat on the right side. "Please relax. It take 20-30 minutes."

"OK," I replied, "that's fine. By the way, where are we going?"

"We going to Tsukiji waterfront area. Masa wait for you."

"Hmmm," I thought, "why would we be going to the waterfront in the evening? I was expecting to go to an entertainment district of Tokyo, somewhere like Shinjuku or Shimbashi. Oh, well, Masa must have a good reason. Maybe he has a surprise for me--like I have for him."

As we navigated our way from the Shinagawa area near Haneda Airport toward the Tsukiji district, I was feeling excited about seeing Masa again after a couple of months apart. Not wearing any bra, my nipples firmed up against the silky slip dress. I let my left hand stroke my bare breasts under the silky slip dress while my right hand stroked my garter belt straps and metal clips through the thin slip dress. I imagined Masa's hands roaming up and down my nylon-clad legs. The thin nylon slip dress slid easily over my sheer stockings. My fingers slid under the hem of my slip dress and made their way to my stocking tops, then across my bare upper thighs. I stroked my moist pussy through the sheer nylon of my scanty panties. The mere thought of Masa giving me a finger job got me worked up. I caught myself moaning a little when I noticed that Jiro was looking behind in the rear view mirror.

"We almost there, so you see boy friend soon." 

Did he know what I was up to in the back seat? "Wait," I thought, "Where are we? We are far from the busy districts of Tokyo. I don't recognize anything. There are warehouses and shacks here—no office buildings or hotels." "Jiro," I asked, "where are we?" I was feeling a little nervous. It was so dark and spooky out here—not even street lights.

Jiro turned around and smiled, "You have big surprise waiting, I promise." With that, he suddenly turned into a graveled parking lot next to the wharf. It was pitch black with no lights at all. There was only one tiny shack ahead made of corrugated iron—one small window showing some light inside. As the car pulled up the shack, a huge, burly guy came out of the shadows. He came up to the car and opened the door on Emi's side. Jiro called out to his partner, "Goro, take her inside."

"OK, get out," the 6-foot tall hulk commanded in broken English. I hesitated a second too long. Goro grabbed my slender wrist and yanked me out. The hulk picked me up like a bag of rice and hauled me to the shack in a fireman's carry, my stomach on his huge shoulder and legs dangling in front. His grubby hands grasped my stocking-clad thighs, with stubby fingers wrapped around my stocking tops. I kicked and flailed, flopping around on his shoulder, but to no avail. "Let me down, now!" 

He ignored me as he hauled me into the shack and threw me down on a filthy mattress. I was now flat on my back with legs splayed open, exposing everything up to my sheer panties. I quickly pulled my slip dress down and tried to cover up. The hulk was menacingly huge with an enormous chest and hairy arms. I was afraid of what he was going to do to me.

Goro salivated at the sight before him. He now remembered Emi from countless ads everywhere in Tokyo—in trains, subways, on gigantic LED billboards in Shibuya. Her beautifully perfect hapa face and tall, slender body was so common that she was affectionately called, "Emi-chan," in social media. Goro had fantasized that one day, he could fuck someone so beautiful and desirable. This was a dream come true for him—but a brutal nightmare for Emi.

Goro opened up her purse which had fallen on the tiled floor, still covered with fish scales and unidentifiable scraps. The shack smelled of rotten fish. He found her passport and ID card. "Emi Haneko Hoshida, U.S. citizen, born in San Francisco, 1986, resident of Los Angeles." 

"You no need these," Goro said. He tossed the ID and passport out the window of the shack into Tokyo Bay.




Surprise Adventure in Tokyo



"Wait, wait, you can't do that? How will I return home?" I screamed.

Goro didn't even hear her. He dug around in her purse and found her brand new iPhone 5. Goro picked it up and tossed that into the bay as well. "There," he said, "you no need that too."

I was mortified. I hoped that the iPhone would help authorities (and perhaps Masa) locate me in Tokyo using the "Find my iPhone" feature. But now I may never be found, ever!

"What... what, what am I doing here? I was supposed to meet Masa in Tokyo with a package I picked up in Honolulu. What's going on? I tried to get up, but was pushed down with one finger by the hulk.

"Stay," Goro growled, "and I not hurt you."

But I was not going to obey willingly. I made a dash for the open door, but didn't get very far. The hulk caught me by my long hair and threw me back down on the rotting mattress. "OK, enough nice guy. I now make you stay down."

The hairy hulk grabbed me around the waist and pushed me face down against a table in the middle of the floor. He held my body down and used his stumpy legs to push apart my feet. "No move, or I hurt you." He tied my left ankle to one table leg and secured the right leg to the other table leg. I was now bent over at the waist, spread-eagled with my white slip dress pulled up above my stocking tops. 

Goro then grabbed my wrists and tied them to the other side of the table. I was now completely helpless, trussed up like a deer on a pickup truck. The hulk then moved behind me and pulled up my slip dress to my waist, totally exposing my long model-legs, dark stockings, white garter belt and sheer panties. My cunt and asshole were covered only by my sheer panties and open to assault by the hulk—or other low life who may show up. I trembled with utter fear as I have never been in danger before, always treated respectfully by everyone she knew. Instead of having a romantic dinner with Masa, she was being manhandled and assaulted by the dregs of the underworld. Who were these thugs? 

"Now I get you ready for the big boss," the hulk growled. "I going teach you how make real love." Goro first admired the incredible view of Emi from behind. Emi had incredibly long legs, just like in the magazine ads—but her dark stockings were so erotic, extending from her beautiful feet all the way to nearly her crotch—all in full heavenly view! He crouched down low, slipped off my shoes, then slowly stroked my stocking feet. They felt so smooth to the touch. He admired the reinforced heels and toes, then put his face to my ass,. He stuck his nose into my crack, pulled aside the edge of my panties, and thrust his rough tongue into my pussy. The musky smell of my cunt turned him on even more. I felt his saliva moistening my cunt. I writhed back and forth as much as I could move trying to elude his probing tongue, but Goro continued his oral assault.

"Ohhhh, don't, don't" I moaned. I tried to squirm, but I couldn't move at all. "I'll do anything you want, I'll pay you anything, but please don't rape me." My plea was ignored as the hulk's tongue slipped in and out, deeper and deeper. The thought of him plunging his penis into me mortified me. He was so huge—his penis must be gargantuan! Emi never felt so helpless and humiliated.

The hulk then slowly ran his hands up and down my long, silky legs, sending a shudder through me--my cunt juices started to flow and hastened the hulk's tongue deeper and deeper. In and out, in and out, his tongue explored my tunnel of love. The hulk stood up and moved up against my firm ass, gorgeously framed by a fancy garter belt and stockings. I heard him unzipping his jeans. I felt a huge, stiff rod touch my ass. He slid the massive rod along my crack, back and forth on my sheer panties. My ass started rising and falling in rhythm with his dick. I couldn't see his dick, but I imagined it was an inch or two in diameter and at least a foot long.

I had never felt this way before—I felt close to exploding as the hulk played with my pussy, teasing my love button with his thrusting dong, which felt like a foot-long Polish hot dog. The hulk then pulled the edge of my panties aside and slid his dick right along my moistened cunt. I couldn't control myself and got even closer to coming as the huge dick stroked back and forth. "He's about to plunge his cock into my pussy," I feared. "I'm about to be raped and I'm helpless!"

"No, no!! Let me go! I don't know what's going on, but someone call Masa. He'll know why I'm here." I was freaking out. I had no idea why I was taken to this shack in the middle of nowhere, then tied up by some thug. And I was about to be assaulted by this huge, ugly beast!

"No worry about Masa," the beast replied, "him in deep trouble." "You going pay for double-crossing the big boss. You and Masa switch packages in Honolulu so we cheated out of a million bucks in meth. The package you bring to Japan junk. How you and Masa steal our staff, we don't know, but we find out tonight."

"Wait, wait.... I really don't know anything about the package. I was just told to pick up a package and bring it to Japan. That's all. That's the truth. Please let me go! Masa can explain everything."

"Sorry, babe. We already beat up Masa and he no talk. So we make you talk. We going find out."

Trussed up on the table, legs splayed and totally helpless, I was ready to say anything to avoid getting raped, or worse. "I really don't know anything. Let me go and I'll talk to Masa. I promise, and I won't tell anyone."

"Tell you what, cutie," said the hulk, "I let you think for a while. I going take break and come back in few hours. Then, maybe you tell us what happened. Oh, I forgot. Tide coming in Tokyo Bay, so better you talk before high tide. Take care!"

"What the hell?" I was confused. Why was I even here? Why am I trussed up like a fricking pig? And what's this about the tide? They're going to leave her alone for a while? "I'm going to kill Masa if I ever see him again!"

The hulk left the shack, leaving me alone in the dark. I looked over to the side of the small room and noticed that the floor was wet, possibly by being soaked repeatedly over by the tides. There was a waterline on the walls, almost waist high. 

"Wait," I thought, "if the tide comes in like Goro said, "I'm going to be underwater in a few hours!" "No, no, come back," I screamed. But no one was out there. I was all alone in this wreck of a shack in the middle of nowhere.

Part V

I had lost track of time, but shortly, I felt my bare stocking feet getting wet. "The tide's coming in!" I couldn't move at all to escape. As the minutes ticked by, I felt the tide slowly moving up my nylon-covered legs—up to my ankles, then calves, then knees. In a few hours, the tide had moved up past my stocking tops. If someone didn't come soon, I would be underwater. Another hour or so passed and the tide now lapped at her panties. Now I was totally soaked by seawater with only my ass barely above the rising tide. "How high will the tide come up," I worried. Bound tightly to the table, I could not raise my head. "I'm going to drown here," I feared.

Just then, the hulk returned with a few other burly men following him into the shack. Standing on the stairs above the rising water, the hulk yelled, "How you doing, bitch? Ready to tell us about package?"

"Let me gooooo," I struggled to speak. "I don't know anything. I'll do anything you ask," I pleaded. I was breathless with fear.

The boss-guy at the top of the stairs ordered the hulk to make Emi talk. "Goro, get the truth out of her, whatever you have to do." The boss-guy then turned around and walked out of the shack, followed by his henchmen. Goro, the beast, smiled and turned to me. "I know how make you talk." I shuddered with fear and knew I was in deep trouble. What was Goro going to do to me? And where was Masa?

I trembled as Goro shucked his jeans,. He seemed determined to get me to talk—or he would be in deep trouble with the big boss. Goro stripped off his jacket and shirt, leaving himself completely naked, then stepped into the rising tide. I then noticed that Goro had elaborate tattoos across his chest and along both arms. 

"Oh, nooo," I thought," "this must be the infamous yakuza guys. How did I get mixed up with these gangsters? This shack must be a hideout away from the law. I trembled when I saw Goro's massive, hairy body with a foot-long dick slowly rising like a crossbar at a train crossing. So that's what was teasing me earlier—stroking my cunt, stoking my juices. I shuddered to think that he might plunge it into my glory hole, not used to anything that large or menacing.

Goro first untied the rope restraining my arms and threw it over an overhead beam. I could now stand up, but arms were strung up above my head and my stocking-clad legs were still underwater. I was now spread-eagled with my nylon-covered pussy and dark stockings fully exposed. My white slip dress was pulled up to my thighs, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"OK, talk," said the hulk. "What happened to package in Honolulu? We know you not bring in the stuff. We open suitcase. All we find was sexy clothes, fancy underwear and stockings, and package with rice. Rice? We not buy rice. Supposed to be high grade meth. What happened to meth?"

"What are you talking about?" I exclaimed. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I was just asked to pick up a package. That's all."

Now facing him, I got a better look at Goro. He was a huge guy, at least 200 pounds and 6 feet tall—built like a wrestler with huge hairy arms, hammy hands, and built like a Sherman tank. I imagined his dick was like a tank cannon because that's what I felt when he was rubbing his cock along my pussy. 

Goro filled an old bucket with tap water, then doused me a few times. I was now soaked head to toe, but felt refreshed after being tied up for untold hours in an uncomfortable position on a filthy table probably used for cleaning fish.

Goro then came up from to her and reached down in the hip-high seawater and released the ropes tied to the table legs. Goro then roughly pushed her slip dress all the way up to her waist. Goro licked his lips as he gazed at her wet white garter belt, dark tan stockings and sheer panties. 

Goro reached up to my heavenly breasts covered only by the slippery silk dress. I hadn't bothered to wear a bra under the strapless slip dress. Goro yanked down the top of the slip dress and crudely massaged my firm globes. I felt his hardened flagpole against my cunt, getting larger and harder as Goro felt up my firm breasts. 

He suddenly dropped his hands. His giant dick was now ready for action. He pulled my slender body toward him, grabbed my nylon-clad legs, stuck his dick into my crack, and then rubbed his throbbing dick along my sheer, silky panties. "NO, NOOOO, stop—I can't tell you anything about the package. I don't know anything."

After some teasing, he pulled aside my panties. While stroking my stockinged legs, he stuck his tongue into my cunt and moistened the cunt lips, plunging his tongue in and out, preparing me for the brutal insertion to come. Satisfied that my pussy was lubed and ready, Goro plunged his engorged prick into my cunt. I was already soaked with my own cunt juice, which was freely flowing now, so his prick pierced my cunt, which was now stretched to the max. 

Goro thought, "I never fuck gorgeous woman like this before—she fantasy come true, a famous model in Japan now under my control. "Mmmmm, she's tight. She going know what a real dick feels like," he thought as he plunged his gargantuan penis deep into Emi. He felt her vagina opening up gradually as he reamed it out over and over.

In and out, deeper and deeper, Goro probed my cunt as he grasped my stockings. I already lost track of time and only wondered when the ordeal would end. I wasn't supposed to enjoy being raped, but I felt closer and closer to coming like I never experienced before. Even Masa had never brought me this far before. Was I a closet S&M addict? 

I stopped hoping that Goro would stop and leave me alone; I was beginning to relish being fucked by this crude bugger while helpless and exposed. Goro kept pumping in and out, relentlessly. "Don't stop! Fuck me, damn it, fuck me," I shouted. I couldn't help myself anymore. I wanted Goro to make me come like I never had before. I didn't think that making love could be so ecstatic!

Before I could say anything more, Goro suddenly pulled out of me and stepped back without a word. I felt a letdown as I was so close to my ultimate lovemaking experience, although involuntary. So close.... Then I noticed why Goro had stopped. The big boss had returned to check on Goro's progress in getting me to talk. Goro stroked my nylon-covered thighs one last time before stepping back into the shadows.

The big boss spoke. "OK, so you won't talk. Maybe you don't know anything, but I'm going to give you a short break until morning when we're going to pick things up again. So get some rest. Goro, take her upstairs and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid."

"Yes, boss," said Goro. He untied my legs and arms. Then he pointed to the stairs and told me to go up. Goro followed behind, admiring my wet stockings and ass covered by transparent panties. Upstairs, I found a small room with a tiny twin bed. Still wet, I shivered a little in the night air. Goro pushed me down on the bed and handcuffed my legs to the bedposts. I wouldn't be going far tonight.

I was now lying face up looking up at a rotting ceiling—bare breasted and my cunt covered only by the sheerest of panties. My garter belt and stockings were still soaking wet with seawater from Tokyo Bay. Goro threw an old sheet over me and walked out. The thin sheet hardly covered up my body clothed only by a transparent slip dress. I now had some time before morning to think about my next move. 

I couldn't believe what happened today—from a 5-star hotel dressed in my sexy slip dress, all ready to see Masa again—then hauled away to somewhere on the Tokyo waterfront. I started sobbing as I thought about being completely humiliated, tied up to a table, then molested by Goro as I was helplessly exposed. I was usually in full control of myself, so it was especially painful to be under Goro's complete control, screwed like never before in my life—but starting to like being fucked by a brute while totally helpless and exposed.

Exhausted from an unbelievable day, I cried myself to sleep, dreaming only about Goro's giant dick plunging in and out of my inflamed vagina. My cunt dripped slick juice as I fantasized about the biggest dick I had ever experienced. What would happen the next morning?

Part VI

The morning light shone in through the east side of the beat-up shack. I slowly opened my eyes as the room lightened up. "Where am I," I wondered. I sat up on the grimy bed, dressed in a filmy slip dress, which was now not so white with dirt, sweat and cum. I threw off the thin bed sheet and noticed that my slip dress was drawn up to my waist, exposing my garter belt, panties and dark tan RHT stockings. What happened to my shoes and the rest of my clothes? I tried to get up but remembered that my ankles were secured to the bedposts with my nylon-covered legs spread-eagled across the bed. I couldn't move much except to bend my knees and move my arms around.

What would I do now? No ID, no passport, no cell phone, no money. Goro and the big boss had everything else. How would I find Masa? Where the hell is he?

Just then, the big boss, Goro, and a few henchmen burst through the door. They were greeted by a fabulous view of "Emi-chan," the famous model, displaying my beautiful nylon-adorned legs and dark cunt showing through my flimsy panties. By habit, I tried to pull down my slip dress to try to cover up, but it was impossible with my legs stretched apart. It didn't matter, I thought, since they've already seen everything and done whatever they wanted with my body.

"OK, Emi-chan," greeted the big boss, "we found out this morning that you and Masa did not steal from us after all. Kimo in Hawaii confessed to switching the stuff and giving you a package with ordinary rice. You and Masa could not know that. So we will take you to Masa so you can reunite later today. My deepest apologies for the inconvenience we caused you. Sumimasen." With that, the big boss, departed with his henchmen, leaving only Goro and me behind.

Goro eyed Emi and considered screwing her one last time, but he had his orders to deliver her to Masa, how waiting at the yakuza gang's retreat in Atami, a hot spring resort west of Tokyo. He reached down and untied her legs, and motioned Emi to get up and off the unclean bed. "Get up," he growled, "I clean you up so we can go."

I climbed off the bed, a little stiff from being trussed up overnight. I did feel a little grimy and asked Goro for help. "Goro-san," I pleaded, "I need some help getting clean. Can you fill up the bucket and wash me down?"

Goro was more than happy to help. "Hai, no problem. Come here." He took me to an old shower stall with a pipe missing a shower head. Goro turned the rusty handle and let the stream of water pour over my head and drench my slip dress, underwear and stockings. He found a small hand towel on the rack and poured some liquid body soap on the towel. "Come," Goro instructed, "I wash off sweat, dirt and my cum so you feel clean." 

Goro bent down and ran the soapy towel up and down my back, chest, soaped my breasts, then my stockinged legs with foamy soap. He held up my legs and washed my RHT covered feet, relishing the smooth, silky feel. Then, he soaped my crotch and caressed my pussy, slipping the panties' edge to the side and cleansed my cunt and ass. Goro thought he heard Emi moan as he rubbed her throbbing clit.

I closed my eyes and felt my inner passion smoldering as Goro's thick soapy fingers caressed my pussy, rubbing my clit. I had never felt so sexy and aroused. Wet sex with stockings was so erotic! Masa was almost boring with the standard missionary position and "wham, bam, thank you ma'am" sessions. The only thing Masa didn't do was smoke in bed after coming. But Goro, the tattooed brute, was gentle now, carefully cleaning my body and caressing my pussy. I hoped that Goro might enter me again and bring me to another unbelievable climax.

Goro was getting aroused also as he stroked my soapy stocking legs and cunt, bringing me closer to coming. He inserted two fat fingers into my waiting cunt and could feel the cum juices really flowing freely. Goro pulled my ass up to his hip and rubbed his fully-masted dong into my crotch. As he rubbed my pussy back and forth, I started moaning more loudly. 

"Goro," I cried, "I can't wait anymore. Come inside me, now!"

"OK," said Goro, as he hoisted his mammoth dick up and thrust it into my anxiously waiting cunt. Slickly lubed, my vagina swallowed Goro's log. He slowly pushed his penis in and out, all 12 inches, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy. He pulled his dick out to its head, then slowly reinserted his dick to the hilt—back and forth, in and out—while I almost blacked out. Finally, I couldn't last any longer. Goro and I exploded at the same moment, a bucket load of cum gushing into me, spilling out at the edge of my cunt lips. Goro pulled out his massive dick and cum squirted out all over my panties, garter belt and stockings.

I fell back onto the bed, soaked with water and covered with Goro's cum. I was a total mess. Goro would have to clean me up again.

Goro lay down beside me and asked, "We go see Masa now? He waiting in Atami."

I replied, "Can we wait until later today? Perhaps I would like to spend a little more time with you today. I'm not in a big rush to see Masa."

Goro nodded in assent and reached over to me. "Here, we make love again. This big dream for me!" Goro lifted the hem of my slip dress and caressed my cunt through my silky sheer panties, warming me up for another round. "No rush go Atami," he whispered into my ear.



Surprise Adventure With A Close Friend



I told my wife, Deb, that I wanted to live out a fantasy weekend. I told her I wanted her to make love to a real close friend of ours. Before I could explain, she immediately started to argue that she had already done that once and it wasn't happening again. 

"No! No! You don't understand." I explained. "I want to pretend. Now here is the scenario I have in mind. We are going up north this week-end to open the…." 

"Yes! We're already doing that." She interrupted me to argue, not sounding very pleased. 

"Just here me out. I think you might like this." 

I gave her the scenario I wanted to play out. I told her that my mother was ailing and I had to go see her. I still wanted her to go up north to open up the trailer for the season. Because she might not know how to or want to get down under the trailer to open up the water valves, etc.; I wanted Gary (my cousins ex-husband) to go with her. 

This of course was to be a fantasy, so I would be playing the part of Gary. I knew she liked Gary and probably had the hots for him, based on some of things she has said in the past. During the divorce process he spent a lot of time at the house. We haven't talked to my cousin since she started this whole mess. 

I also caught him giving her a good-bye hug in the kitchen last Christmas that lasted longer then would be expected. His hands were rubbing her bottom as he ground into her a little. She didn’t protest and there was an obvious bulge in his pants when he turned around. They both blushed a little when they saw me, but nothing was said.

Anyway, she protested against my scenario right away, asking where Gary would sleep, since there was only one bed. That's when I smiled and said, "That's up to you. This can be your fantasy too. Besides the dinette does fold down into a bed, so you could use that." 

Deb smiled back, saying, "Umm, but it's still an awfully small trailer. In those confined quarters, no telling what might happen." She seemed to be getting into a little bit.

After we got there, I (Gary, she was calling me Gary from the time we got into the car) completed setting everything up in an hour or so. When I finished, Deb asked me to take her to K-Mart, that she needed a few things to set up the kitchen for the season. At K-Mart she kept sending Gary off to get this and that. Every time he came back she sent him off again on another errand. It seemed like she was hiding something. Even at the check out line, she sent him off to get something else. 

We relaxed the afternoon away and then she sent Gary off to shower and change in the campground bathroom, while she did the same in the trailer. When he came back, the trailer was locked and she wouldn't let him in, claiming she wasn't decent. 

Finally, about forty-five minutes later, she open the trailer door and stepped out wearing a black skirt and an almost see through brown satin blouse, which was unbuttoned about half way down. This gave me… Gary a sensual view of a half cup bush-up bra that barely hid her nipples, but left the tops her areolas very visible. Her hair was pulled up in a French curl on the back of her head and her face was made up nicely, accented with bright red lipstick and light blue eyeliner. She really looked great. I hadn't seen her this dolled up in a long, long time. I found out later she had bought the blouse and bra at K-Mart earlier. 

Offering Gary her arm, she said, "Let's go have some fun. If my husband can't show me a good time, maybe our best friend can." 

We went out to dinner at a little quiet club, dark and romantic. She kept running her toes up and down Gary's leg, but every time he put his hand on her knee, she would grab his hand, slowly drag it up her thigh until it almost reached that magic spot and then she'd pull it away. She'd then lean over, giving him an excellent view down her blouse, and whisper in his ear, "Ummm, that feels good, but my husband probably wouldn't like that." 

After dinner we danced to a few of the slow songs. She pulled herself tight into Gary and anyone watching could not mistake the fact, that she was doing everything short of intercourse on the floor to turn Gary on. I… I mean Gary, walked around with a perpetual hard most of the remainder of the evening. 

After some dancing, we departed and headed for the casino. We played the slots and Gary caught the guy on the other side of her looking down her blouse. They exchanged knowing grins and raised eyebrows. This happened several times and I was very proud and hard. Every time she ran out of quarters she would reach into my tray, grab a couple and allow her hand to run up the inside of my thigh and over the bulge in my pants. 

I… I mean Gary, leaned over after a while and told her, "There have been a lot of men noticing you and looking down your blouse." Deb just smiled. 

Resting his hand on her knee, Gary continued, "It really makes me feel good to be out with such a beautiful woman. There are a lot of men in here right now, that would love to be in my shoes. They want you, the same way I want you.” While he was talking, his hand was slowly sliding up her thigh and under her dress.

Leaning over to give Gary another good look down her blouse, she allowed him to just barely rub his finger into her soaking wet panties; before she pulled his hand out and replied, "I don't think my husband would appreciate that." 

Gary told her, "I wouldn't be so sure. Besides, like you said earlier, your husband isn't here to show you a good time, maybe his best friend can." 

Deb stood up leaned over again, reached down squeezing Gary's covered appendage and whispered, "We'll see when I come back. Save my chair." Still squeezing, she found his mouth and gave him an opened mouth kiss with her tongue, turned and left. 

The man that was sitting on her left, watched her leave, turned back and said, "Man is she hot. Your wife?" 

"No. Just a close friend." 

"I guess! Lucky man." 

I was very proud of her and very happy, but not nearly as happy as when she returned. I happened to notice her as she turned to walk down our isle. She walked slowly swaying back and forth. Eyes turned away from their machines and watched her make her way along. It wasn't until she was about four games or so away that I noticed Deb had taken off her bra. Her breasts rose and fell so seductively as she walked. 

She returned to her seat without looking at me and started playing again as if nothing had changed. The guy on her other side looked at her for a long time. Deb turned, leaning a little in his direction and looked at him. I guess she smiled, because when she turned back to her game again, the man just looked up at me and lipped a big "Wow." 

We played a little longer, her hand reaching over every so often to grab a quarter and other parts, until there were no more quarters for either of us to reach. 

On the way back to the trailer I… Gary laid a hand on her knee and slowly slid it up Deb's thigh. This time she didn't stop him. Gary found only a very wet, naked and completely shaved love nest. She leaned back into her seat, closed her eyes and just let him play. 

Once back at the trailer she spun into his arms and kissed him hard with an open mouth and a whole lot of tongue. Her hand was pressing and rubbing into his bulging pants, while one of Gary's was on her breasts. 

When she finally broke the kiss, she pushed him away and said, "I'm sorry, but you'll have to make up the bed from the dinette." She opened up a cupboard and pulled out blankets for him and a long flannel nightgown for herself. Gary began to protest, but before he could say anything she kissed him again, squeezed him one last time and whispered, "As much as I would love to fuck you, I just can't do this to my husband." She turned, walked to the bed in the back of the trailer, pulled the curtain shut and turned on the lamp. 

I said… and I mean I, "But I am you husband." 

"Not this week end you're not. He's gone visiting his sick mother." 

"Well, maybe we can forget about that." 

"No, That wouldn't be fair to him. You see, he has this fantasy and I want him to really enjoy it and see how it would be if it wasn't just a fantasy." She said, pulling off her blouse. 

She was silhouetted against the curtain. Turned sideways, every curve was nicely visible. Once undressed, she lifted her breasts and played with them. Then her hands ran down her body and obviously played in other places. She bent over and made other obvious seductive poses to tease me. Then the light went out. 

"This isn't funny." I said, having gotten undressed myself and slipping into bed. 

"Well, you need to be careful what you ask for. You may just get it. Good night Gary. I hope you sleep well." 

I laid there thinking about what to do, while I could hear her moaning as she apparently continued to play with herself. I could play the game and stay where I was. Pretend to be Gary and go in and seduce/pretend to rape her (no I don't like that scenario). Do as she was doing and self-satisfy myself. Or I could just go in, be myself and say enough is enough.

I didn't have to decide. About ten minutes had passed, when the curtain opened. Deb lit a candle. She stood before me in a pink teddy I had never seen before. She said, Gary, you're right. My husband sent me up here with you. He is not here to take care of the needs of the trailer, but you are. So I guess you'll have take care of all his duties." 

With that she walked over, pulled down the covers, unsnapped the buttons at the bottom of the teddy, crawled onto the bed and straddled my… I mean Gary's still hard appendage. Deb sat right down on it and began to ride. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts. We made love twice that night. I woke up the next morning to the feeling of lips sucking on Gary's tool and we made love again before going out breakfast and heading home. 

She wore her outfit from the night before with the pushup bra. She didn't bother to comb her hair or fix the smeared makeup on her face. She looked, just like what we had done the night before. All the people in the restaurant stared at us, but the men especially at her. All during breakfast her hand was on Gary's crotch and my hand was busy on her love nest as we sat together on the same side of the booth. 

On the ride home she kept Gary hard by undoing his pants and playing with him. Every so often she would lean over and take him into her mouth for a little while, but never fully taking care of his needs. 

Three hours later, we finally arrived home. When we got in the door, she turned on Gary and kissed him hard again, then said, "Let's get it on one more time before Bill gets home." 

After our showers, Deb came out of the bathroom in her flannel nightgown and her ratty old robe. Walking over to me, she gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "Hi, honey. I didn't hear you come in. How’s your Mom?" 

We made love again that night after the Cosby Reunion Show went off, which made it a total of 5 times in about 24 hours. A feat I haven't accomplished in over twenty years. Of course it was four times for Gary and only once for me.



Surprise Afternoon Encounter



Jocelyn was sitting on the couch in the living room watching the television and trying to relax. Today had been somewhat stressful with the first day of classes at the local university. There wasn't really anything on for her to watch and so she was growing more bored by the minute. Then the idea came to her to take a nap. There wasn't anyone else at home since her two roommates were out. Megan was working and Amanda was probably on a lunch date with one of her many admirers. 

Jocelyn stretched out on the couch, using one of the couch decorative cushions to rest her head on. She used her naturally olive toned hand to push her shoulder-length black hair away from her face. Jocelyn wasn't strikingly beautiful, but she had the natural beauty that many of her friends claimed to be jealous of. Her eyes were a striking color, a perfect mix of brown and hazel that gave them the color of gold or honey. Her lips were full enough to be considered pouty but not enough to draw attention away from the rest of her face. Her nose was what you'd consider a button nose with the tip of it slightly up turned. Jocelyn rarely wore makeup to draw out any of her features, her main make up accessory was her flavored lip gloss that she was very nearly addicted to. She didn't have to worry about covering up blemishes because she was blessed with her mother's perfect skin as well as her father's Italian olive completion.

She was only 5'3 in height, which made her the shortest of her friends but she didn't really mind, if anything, she thought it made her look more adorable. Her body was slender and slightly athletic thanks to her years in martial arts as well as yoga. Her breasts were slightly larger than she'd like, being a 32 D and constantly gained her attention from both sexes. 

Jocelyn closed her eyes once she was nestled comfortably on the couch, laying on her side. She laid like that for about fifteen minutes unable to fall asleep. She let out a slight groan and stretched her arm up in the air, when she brought it down, it grazed her nipples through her lavender tank top. The sensation sent warmth throughout her body and so she moved to where she could rub both of her nipples at the same time with one hand, still above her shirt. Her nipples quickly grew hard with the attention, Jocelyn bit her bottom lip in a seductive manner and took one of her nipples between her thumb and index finger and began squeezing it and pulling it. 

Without thinking, she quickly slipped her hand inside her shirt, unsnapping her front closure bra quickly, freeing her large breasts and once more took to playing with her nipples. She brought her index finger up to her mouth and sucked on it enough to get it wet, then circled around her nipple. The wetness caused her nipple to freeze slightly when the air hit it. Jocelyn then sat up slightly, and used both hands to pull one of her breasts up toward her face. She bent her head down and stuck out her tongue, flicking her hard nipple with the tip of her tongue. She then repeated the same action to the other nipple. One benefit of having large breasts was being able to treat yourself to this. Jocelyn had started moving her hips back and forth while squeezing her legs closed by this time, wanting some pressure against her dampening pussy. 

She returned to playing with her nipples, pulling on them, then flicking her thumb over them. Freeing her other hand to run down her stomach and to the waistband of her jeans. She quickly unsnapped and unzipped them so that she could easily move her hand inside. She slid her fingers inside her already soaked panties and parted her legs enough to give her easy access to her dripping pussy. She slid her middle finger along her clit up and down slowly, letting out a soft moan. Then she started flicking it back and forth faster, enjoying the vibrations that it was sending through her body.

She looked at the clock, it was 3:00 pm. She figured that she'd still have at least an hour before anyone else got home and so she pushed her pants off and kicked them to the floor. She just pushed her panties down to her knees in case she had to quit in the middle due to interruptions. She returned her fingers to the sweetness between her legs ,this time sliding two fingers inside her pussy to get them very wet. She then brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them, enjoying the taste of her pussy juices.

She continued with herself for a few minutes and moaning loudly, enjoying the idea of fucking herself in the living room where anyone could just walk in. It felt naughty and freeing at the same time which only increased her pleasure. She had her eyes closed and was getting closer and closer to a climax when she heard the door open and close. She quickly pulled her panties up and pulled down her shirt.

She stretched and tried to act as if she had just woken up from a nap and looked up to see one of her roommates, Amanda, standing a few feet away from her. She let her eyes take in Amanda's appearance. Amanda was 5'8 with a dancer's body, thin with well developed muscles. Her skin tone was lighter than Jocelyn's, and her dark blond hair was cut short in a stylish pixie hair cut. Her bright blue eyes were now studying Jocelyn's appearance. Her short black skirt showed off her nice legs, and her black button up shirt was unbuttoned enough to show off her small cleavage.

Amanda grinned at Jocelyn, crossing her arms over her chest. "And what are you doing Jo?" She asked, her voice letting on that she had a good idea even without Jocelyn's answer.

Jocelyn felt her face grow warm as a million thoughts ran through her mind, "I was trying to take a nap..." she said lamely.

Amanda didn't look convinced as she let her eyes move over Jocelyn's body only covered by her panties and shirt. She could tell that her bra either wasn't on or was undone because Jocelyn's nipples were clearly visible. She closed the distance between where she was standing and the couch, coming to sit down by Jocelyn's spread legs. Jocelyn watched as Amanda brought one of her legs up and entangled it with her's. She bit her bottom lip once more as Amanda laid her hand on Jocelyn's knee. 

She found herself wishing that Amanda would move her hand further up, wanting to know what it would feel like to have Amanda playing with her pussy. Those thoughts surprised her because though she had once or twice fantasized about making out with another girl, she had never let herself think of her roommates that way. She had also never been with another girl.

As if reading her mind, Amanda let her hand travel from Jocelyn's knee, up a little more to her thigh, and back down. Her eyes staying on Jocelyn's face, looking for any reaction. She shifted her ass slightly so that Jocelyn's leg was now between her own, very close to her own pussy.

"Jo, tell me what you were doing," she said huskily.."or you could show me." 

Before Jocelyn had the chance to chicken out, she lifted her shirt and started rubbing her nipples again, and at the same time she slowly slipped her other hand down inside her panties and teased herself along the outside of her pussy lips.

"That's nice," Amanda said, her eyes now watching the up and down motion inside Jocelyn's panties. Her own hand was now playing with her own nipples through her shirt. Her own hips moving as if they had a mind of their own. She moved her hand from Jocelyn's thigh up to the leg of her panties and pulled them to the side. She then slipped her hand through the opening and started rubbing Jocelyn's clit, exploring it with her fingers.

Jocelyn bit her bottom lip harder to keep from moaning too loud. She shifted so that she could sit up without forcing Amanda to move her hand. She moved closer to Amanda and leaned in to kiss her lips. She let her hands start to unbutton Amanda's shirt and was thrilled to see that Amanda wasn't wearing a bra. She took off Amanda's shirt and threw it to the ground. After giving Amanda another kiss, she lowered her head to Amanda's breasts and started flicking the nipples with her tongue just as she had done her own. She then took one in her mouth and started sucking on it while she played with the other. Amanda arched her back, slipping her fingers outside of Jocelyn's panties and bringing it up to her lips to lick them clean.

Jocelyn then let her hands move up Amanda's legs to the panty line. She moved back up to kiss Amanda's lips once more, gliding her tongue along her bottom lip.

"Take your panties off," Jocelyn ordered huskily. Amanda nodded and stood up to slip her panties and skirt to the floor. Jocelyn did the same with her panties, as well as taking her shirt and throwing it to the heap of clothes along with her bra. Jocelyn then let her hand move in between Amanda's legs, letting her middle finger slide along Amanda's soaking wet slit, just inserting it enough to touch her clit. Amanda took in a deep intake of breath and pushed her thighs closer toward Jocelyn's hand.

Jocelyn knew what Amanda wanted and pushed Amanda back, once more kissing her, letting their tongues intertwine as she slid first one finger then another into Amanda's pussy. It was so wet by now that each time Jocelyn's fingers slid in and out, she could hear the movement. Jocelyn went down on her knees and grinned seductively at Amanda before kissing up her thigh. She held open Amanda's pussy lips and let the tip of her tongue flick against Amanda's clit, then proceeded to suck on it hungrily. Amanda let out a loud moan, one hand playing with her breasts and the other resting on Jocelyn's head.

"God it feels so good, mm yes, lick my pussy." Amanda moaned, now moving her hips back and forth against Jocelyn's mouth. 

Jocelyn fucked Amanda's pussy with her tongue for a little longer, but her own pussy was demanding attention. She stood up, and straddled Amanda's leg, placing one of her own knees right up against Amanda's pussy. She started grinding her own pussy against Amanda's thigh, riding it the way she would a cock. Amanda ground her own pussy against Jocelyn's well placed knee, slipping her hand in between her leg and Jocelyn's pussy, sliding her fingers into her roommate's sweetness and started finger fucking her hard.

Jocelyn moaned against Amanda's lips, letting Amanda lick her own pussy juices off of them. Both Amanda and Jocelyn started moaning louder and louder, their bodies grinding against each other. They both let out loud moans of pleasure as they climaxed at nearly the same time.

Amanda smiled at Jocelyn as she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and brought her hand in between the two of them, "Looks like you enjoyed yourself, my fingers are soaked." Amanda said teasingly.

"Let me take care of that," Jocelyn replied, keeping her eyes focused on Amanda's eyes as she stuck Amanda's fingers in her mouth, sucking them clean.

Jocelyn lifted herself off of Amanda's seated body and licked her lips while looking at her naked roommate. She took pleasure in seeing the same hunger filling her friend's eyes. 

"I should come home more often," Amanda stated, licking her own lips.

"Mmhmm," Jocelyn said, already thinking of more things she would do to Amanda the next time they had the house to themselves.



Surprise Anniversary Present



Well, what can you say after 15 years of marriage when your wife asks you what you want for your anniversary present? Having had so many wonderful gifts over the years I was stuck. Both of us have struggled this year for ideas so I left the question open. 

My wife has a very sensuous body, a shapely firm bum and super 36b chest, standing at just over five foot 5 with long reddish hair and a cheeky face that always gives you the impression that she is tonally innocent but I know different. Add to this no make up and you have one very attractive lady just over 42 years old.

We have done most things possible in our love life from fantasies to light S & M and therefore I know just how good she is in bed.

The reason for the story is that I have to tell you what I got quite by surprise three weeks ago. 

We had gone out to our local for a drink, Jayne chose to wear a blouse with a generous amount of cleavage, you could just make out her nipples through the lacy bra and shortish skirt and high heels, and I knew underneath that she had a string on but this was not visible.

The bar was fairly quiet and we had a few drinks. Jayne started to feel the effects of the Gin and Tonic's and she started to whisper in my ear what she was going to do to me when we got home which definitely started to get me aroused. At this stage I did not know what was going to happen next.

I retreated to the restroom for a break still thinking of what she had said and was followed in by a lad, very early 20's who stood next to me and relieved himself, one always glances and I could not help but notice he was hung like a donkey.

Back in the bar Jayne and I continued to chat and I mentioned to her what I had seen in the restrooms she laughed and told me that I was jealous and that was that. 10 mins later we decide to play pool and played a couple of games and sat down. Jayne started to whisper in my ear again and I told her to relax as she was making me to exited to which she laughed and said that if I could not sort her out then she would ask 'donkey dick' to take her out the back and fuck her.

At first I was shocked and laughed as I told her he had been joined by his two friends so how would she pick him up.

This made her more annoyed and she told me she would fuck all three if I did not sort her out so I decided to call her bluff and told to get on with it. To start with she was not happy but then a devilish grin came over her face and she told me that this would be her present to me, I could watch her fuck the 3 lads all who appeared late teens or very early 20's. I was not that convinced but thought what the hell this could be fun. We had done fantasies before where we played this sort of thing out but only one on one not group sex.

So I asked her how she intended to set this up thinking then she would ignore me but she told me and we agreed that we should go and play pool and if they played then I would get called out to a job (I am an engineer by trade) on my phone and I would meet her at home later to watch.

As we started to play pool one of the lads came over a placed a coin on the table so as he could play next. I must say at this stage I was now really looking forward to watching this as they certainly did not look as if they were that experienced and a mature woman looking after them sexually seemed fun.

I lost the match and then watched Jayne play the next match and a few more until all three of them had joined in at some stage. Eventually my phone rang and I then excused myself and told Jayne to finish the game and I would call her when I had finished, it did not seem strange for me to leave at that time. With that I left the pub and went home and hid in the dining room where I could discreetly watch events unfold.

About 20 mins later I heard the door being unlocked and some female giggling as Jayne walked into the living room followed by the three lads who looked a little sheepish.

To be fair to Jayne she handled it really well, she offered the lads coffee and went off into the kitchen to make it, when she came back in with the coffee on a tray she was dressed only her high heeled shoes, string and a negligee top.

Handing the coffee to the lads who I still think were very nervous but exited she gently pulled the first one called Gerry onto the sofa beside and started to French kiss him and she encouraged him to run his hands over her body. He slowly started to get into this and the other lads seemed a little less tense and Paul moved up and started running his hands up and gown Jayne's inside leg not quite getting to her pussy but just finishing short.

Jon seeing what was happening started to undress and released his dick at which even Jayne gasped, as it slowly stiffened it must have been 9 to 10 inches and his balls just looked to be begging for release, his cock was twitching at this stage and pre come oozed form the tip.

The two lads removed her negligee and then massaged Jayne's breasts while both lads took turns in kissing her and Paul started to play with her pussy. Jayne encouraged them by moaning and asking them to tease her even more.

You could see Jon wanting to get in on the act and he pulled Gerry away and moved up to Jayne kissing her. After a minute she pushed him away and went to sit up which now meant that she was level with his massive cock. As the other two undressed she ran her hands up the inside of his legs, raking his skin with her nails, I could see he was at bursting point. Cupping his balls she ran her nails over his sack and slowly sank her mouth over his length. He twitched twice and tried to pull way but Jayne held him firm as he spunked into her mouth. His cock eventually stopped twitching and she pulled away from him with that wicked smile of hers. All gone she said and all he could say was that this was the first time any women had let him come in her mouth let alone swallow. Jayne just smiled and looked at the other two.

Pushing Jon to the floor she straddled him and sat pussy first on his face, he sucked away for all he was worth. Jayne stroked and played with the other two who seemed to have a little more self control. Soon Jon turned her over and lay her on her back and continued sucking her pussy whilst Gerry gave her a great tit fuck and Paul gently tweaked and pinched her nipples. I could sense that Jerry was about to come as he quickened his pace and he pushed forward shooting loads of come into Jayne's open mouth, as he finished Jayne pushed up on her elbows and let the come dribble out of her mouth onto her tits. This seemed to push her over the edge and she orgasamed as Gerry tongued her pussy. He then freed himself and Jayne gave him great big french kiss.

The only one who had still not come was Paul and he pushed Jayne back on the floor and straddled her chest pushing her tits together and gave her a great tit fuck using Gerry's spunk as his lubricant. Jayne was now talking dirty to him telling him to come in her mouth and to use her. Gerry and Jon then moved round her and pulled her arms back holding her down encouraging Paul to come in her mouth he lasted seconds. 

The excitement was too much for Paul and he moved his cock up to Jayne's mouth and pushed his cock, which by now was covered in Gerry's come into Jayne's mouth and came. She loved it swallowing quickly as he came, he eventually pulled his cock from her mouth which she had sucked clean.

Now she had 'taken the cream' she wanted to see if she could get a good screwing from the lads with the hope the might last a little longer. By now Jon had grown hard again and Jayne looked at his massive cock, kneeling down on all fours she told Jon to fuck her. Her pussy seemed to accommodate most of his cock and he pushed back and forwards, she shuddered as another orgasm washed over her and Jon was not far behind her as he pumped away her pussy which was being stretched to the limits, he soon shot his come deep in into her pussy and continued to pump away until he was his cock weakened. Turning round she knelt in front of him and sucked him clean.

As Jon now sat on the sofa exhausted Jayne looked at the other two but both Gerry and Paul were not to bothered about screwing her they wanted to come in her mouth again, as of yet they had not met a girl who would let them do this and Jayne was sure to let them do it again. Teasing them about this she reached out and asked them to come to her and she knelt in front of them and took turns in sucking them and running her nails around their balls and up and down the insides of their legs, even though they had come recently they did not last long , particularly when she deep throated them completely burying her nose in their pubes. Even so they had become a little more adventurous telling her to suck them and to keep sucking until they told her to stop and if they came then she would just have to swallow. Jayne duly obliged sucking them both dry and swallowing everything that they had to offer.

Only after the front door had shut did I come out and cuddle this sexy lady who then admitted that this had really turned her on as she could not resist doing what she had done as she had always fantasised about breaking some young studs in and surprising them - she definitely did that.

Needless to say I took her to bed and she let me fuck her from behind but this time asking me to go a little higher and 'fuck my ass real deep' as she put it. 

Well what a present.