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Evening In

By: fairycakes



You come home one evening to find the whole house dark. You're slightly annoyed when you open the front door and call out to me, only to get no reply. You know I'm home; we spoke on the phone only an hour ago, but you can't understand why all the lights are out.

You're about to go into the kitchen when you notice a small piece of paper on the stairs. Picking it up, you recognise my handwriting, small neat letters in the middle of the sheet, saying simply, upstairs.

A small smile of relief creeps over your face as you pull off your shoes and coat, dump your bag on the floor and, taking the stairs two at a time, run up to our bedroom.

The door stands slightly open as you approach, and the light that seeps through the gap is soft, flickering; candles, you think. You're proved right as you push open the door, greeted with the sight of our bedroom in this unusual light, candles littering every surface, the glimmering light casting shadows on the wall. Some of the smaller candles have almost burned out – you were late home tonight. On the dressing table sits an open bottle of wine and two glasses.

However, what pleases you most about the scene is the sight of me, lying on our bed. I've been waiting so long I've fallen asleep, but you don't wake me yet. Instead you sit gently on the end of the bed, next to my feet, and simply look at me for a moment. I'm wearing lingerie you haven't seen before; a dark black and red corset that reveals almost all of my soft breasts, with a matching thong and sheer black stockings. My high heels lie discarded on the floor where I took them off before I got into bed; as you sit there, you idly stroke one of my feet.

It is now that I wake up. It takes me a moment to remember where I am, what's going on, but when I see you smiling at me in the candlelight, I sit up quickly and hold out my arms.

"You're late!" I murmur as I crawl into your arms, resting my head on your shoulder and brushing my lips against your neck. 

"I'm sorry, darling." You run your fingers up and down my arm, sending shivers down my spine as your warm skin grazes mine.

"This isn't how it was supposed to happen!" I whine, pulling back from you slightly. "You ruined it."

"It all looks perfect to me..."

You smooth the hair back from my face and finally I smile at you and jump off the bed, standing right in front of you and slowly turning to show you my outfit. "You like?" I ask flirtatiously.

"Very much." You watch me as I turn to pour you a glass of wine, deliberately bending over slightly, showing off to you. But when I turn back with the wine in my hand you shake your head, take it from me and place it back on the table. 

I look at you for a second then giggle, pushing you back onto the bed. I'm standing in front of you, in between your legs, and I slap playfully at your hands when you try to touch me. "Bad boy," I whisper as I drop to my knees in front of you, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. I run my hands over your warm skin as more of your chest is revealed to me, finally pulling the shirt completely off and dropping it on the floor. Keeping your hands pinned to the bed, I lean up and kiss you deeply, my tongue moving over yours, licking your lips, playing with your tongue and biting gently on your lower lip. 

I hear you moan and feel you tense as I hold your hands down more firmly, knowing you're desperate to touch me. I can see the outline of your cock through your trousers, already big and hard for me. I rub my hand over it softly, teasingly, pulling my lips from yours and trailing them down over your chest, kissing your stomach. You feel me slowly unzip your trousers, and watch as I hold your cock in my hand, only the thin material of your boxers separating it from me. 

I'm whispering to you, telling you how much I love your big hard cock, how much I want to feel it in my mouth, as I pull off your trousers and throw them down with your shirt. I'm kneeling on the floor between your legs, looking up at you, your cock in my hand. I smile at you as I stroke it, gripping it through your boxers, pulling at it. "Do you want me to take them off?" I ask teasingly, tugging at them slightly. You can only moan in reply. "I'll take that as a yes then..."

So I pull off your boxers, finally revealing your cock to me, bigger and harder than ever before. I hold it in my hand, stroke it softly, cupping your balls, running my fingers all over it, bending close to it. "Please..." you groan as you feel my warm breath on it. I giggle, blowing softly on it.

"Please what?"

"Please put it in your mouth..."

"How much do you want it?"

"So much...please..."

"Umm..." I'm enjoying teasing you; I grip your cock harder and stroke it faster. "Say please again..."

You, on the other hand, are tired of being teased. Knowing it's what I want, knowing I'm yours to do whatever you like with, you grab my head and force me down on your cock. You feel it disappear into my soft, wet, warm mouth; feel my tongue moving over it, hear the little surprised moan I let out before starting to suck on it, taking it deep into my throat, massaging your balls in my hand and sucking hard on your big cock. You moan as I move my mouth off it, concentrating my attentions on the head, flicking my tongue over it, kissing it, slipping it into my mouth and sucking hard. Once again your hands are on the back of my head, encouraging me, forcing me down, forcing me to take it all in.

You know how turned on I am when you feel me moaning on your cock, see my eyes close as I suck and lick it. You reach down, brushing your fingers over my cleavage. I pull the top of my corset down, freeing my breasts to your hands. You can feel my hard nipples and you play with them, tugging on them, rolling them between your fingers. I moan more as you squeeze my breasts almost roughly, causing me to suck harder on your beautiful cock, desperate for your hot cum to fill my mouth. 

"Mmmm..." you groan, as I take your whole cock into my mouth. "Do you want me to cum, baby?" You already know the answer, but I tell you by sucking still harder and faster. "I'm going to fill your mouth with my cum..." I hear you cry out as you explode in my mouth, filling my throat with your hot thick cum. 

I swallow it all like the good girl I am, then lovingly lick your cock clean. I climb back onto the bed, where you have collapsed, and rest my head on your chest. You lift your hand to stroke my hair. "I love you darling," I whisper in your ear, and you whisper it back to me. "Did you like your surprise?"

"Mmm, I loved it...but it's not over yet?" 

I giggle and point at your cock, which is soft after cumming so hard. "He seems to think it is!"

"We can convince him otherwise..." you say, and roll over on top of me, taking my face in your hands and kissing me hard. I moan, feeling your weight on me, feeling your naked body against me, feeling you bight roughly at my lip then my neck, then sigh as you trace your tongue over my breasts, stopping to suck on my nipples. 

Suddenly, you surprise me by pulling yourself off me and moving to sit on a chir next to the bed. I look at you, disappointed, and ask what you're doing. "Don't ask questions," you say softly. You're still close enough to touch me as I lay on the bed, and your hands rub over my breasts as you talk. "Did it turn you on when I came in your mouth?"

I blush and nod, feeling shivers down my spine as you caress my breasts. "Did it make your pussy wet?" I blush again and nod once more. "No, don't just nod...tell me darling..."

"It made my pussy wet when you came in my mouth..."

"Good girl..." You lean over and kiss me lovingly. "Shall we see how wet?"

Your hand is on the inside of my thigh, pushing my legs apart. I willingly let them fall open and whimper as you run your fingers over my thong, which by now is wet. You know what I want and push it to the side, slipping one finger under it, tracing it over my wet pussy. I whimper more and lift my hips; you comply, sliding your finger into me, deep into my tight wet cunt. 

I cry out as your finger thrusts into me, playing inside me, making my whole body respond; my back arches, my hips lift, my hand grips your wrist. I gasp that I love you as you finger me harder, amazed at how wet I am. I watch as you lift your wet finger to your lips, sucking my juices off it, then bend to kiss me, letting me taste myself on your tongue. 

By now your cock is hard again, and I know what I want. I need to feel your thick, hard cock filling me, pushing deep into me over and over again until you fill me with your cum. I grab you and pull you onto the bed. You don't resist, knowing what I want, and position yourself between my legs. I'm still in my corset and stockings with my thong pulled to the side and my breasts completely revealed, but I couldn't care less as you rub the head of your cock over my wet pussy. 

Finally you shove it into me, taking me hard, calling me your slut and your whore as you fuck me. I scream out, wrap my arms and my legs around you, kissing your neck, begging you over and over to fuck me hard, fuck my tight cunt...I love the feeling of your cock inside me, I love how it fills me over and over again, the weight of your body on mine, the taste of your skin against my lips...but, more than anything else, I love it when you cum inside me. As you do now – fucking me harder than ever before, using my cunt to make you cum, filling me with your hot cum. 

Afterwards, you collapse on me, gasping for breath, your cock still inside me. We have our arms around each other, holding each other, and my lips find yours for a soft, loving kiss. "I love you," you whisper as I pull the blankets over us.

"I love you too darling."

Evening in Bondage in NJ



First, we would have a snack, something light to keep your strength up. A little wine. And then I would lead you into the bedroom. There, you would dutifully undress for me. I would put on some leather cuffs on your wrists and attach them to a hook over the headboard. I'd kiss you on the forehead and then softly on the lips.

I'd stretch out your legs as far they could go and attach your ankles to bed with the cuffs on them. You lie there exposed to me. I stroke your leg from the ankle up to your hair. I graze you there, gently at first, then I test to see how wet you are. You gasp as my finger enters you and slides up inside easily. You are very wet.

I kiss you again, first on the lips, the neck, the just graze the breast. Now I put on a blindfold and secure it tightly. You start to say something, but I put a finger to your lips quieting you. You smell yourself on it. I slide my finger over your lips so that you can feel the wetness. It stays on your lips after I leave. You lick your lips.

I graze my fingers along you torso, carefully avoiding all the sensitive areas. You try to move into my hand, but the ropes prevent you. I place my hand on your stomach and enter you with two fingers. I bury them to the hilt quickly. My thumb begins to play with your clit - strumming, I call it. You begin to thrust onto my hand. I warn you to stop - and you try, but not hard enough. So I slap your breast lightly with just enough sting to surprise you.

Now I begin to slide in and out with my fingers and with my other hand play with your breast. I twirl the nipple and strum it as I play with you clit in rhythm. You start to move again and I warn you. You stop. You're still. You're excited. You don't know what will happen next.

I slide my fingers in and out again now that you've stopped moving. And as your breathing increases, I put a small sliver of ice in your cleavage. The sudden intake of air tells me I've made an impression on you.

I leave it there as it melts and runs down to your neck on one side and down you belly to where my hand meets you on the other. You're getting close now. I can feel the heat gather in your loins. the moisture in my hand. I pull on a nipple. It hurts a little, but joins the rest so easily now that you welcome it and more. So I hold your breast high into the air by your nipple. And as I move into you, it sways with the rhythm, pulls on your chest. You begin to like it with the rest. I twist the nipple and you gasp at the shock and pain but push against me trying for release. It is part of it now. The ice is gone, melted by your heat.

I slowly release you nipple and reach down to lick away the pain. soothe the hurt with my mouth. I suck on it like a vacuum. You feel it moving into my mouth and it connects with my hand as if they were a spit on which hung. A wire runs between my mouth and my hand as you climb even higher, but still don't find a release. I won't let you.

My fingers slide out and when they move back in there is something new.

It is my little finger sliding into your ass. It's soaked from your juices and slips inside easily. I curl the tip so that it makes contact with the fingers in your pussy. I ask if you feel this. You nod yes. I ask again. And in a shaky voice you whimper yes. I smile and massage your breast with my hand. It is still slippery from my mouth. It cools and your nipple grows more erect.

I slip my third finger into your ass now and wriggle both sets causing you to jump and moan. Oh yes, you're so close now. I can feel your pulse beat in the palm of my hand. It quickens as does your breathing.

I'm not going to let you cum just yet. Oh, no. That would be too easy. I want to keep you on the edge. So I slap your breasts. quick slaps, one on each breast, like you're calling a puppy by slapping the ground. In out, wriggle slap slap. This is the rhythm. In out wriggle slap slap. Your breasts grow rosy very fast and you cry out a little. but your hips move with me. sweat comes to your brow and you bite your lip. You want to cum so badly, don't you? Yes, you cry weakly.

What will you do, if I let you cum?

Anything you say.

But that is not good enough.

You strain at the bonds that hold you. You want to close your legs on my hand. Force it to move faster, harder into you. You try to push against the wall with your hands, but the are tied so you can't reach it. I slap your pussy because you're moving too much. The shock stops you. I'll stop all together if you're a bad girl. That will be worse than just not cumming. But I slow down, because I want to slow you down. I can smell your lovely perfume in the air and it has made me hard. I need something now. Or I will lose the control I have over you.

So I leave you. My hand slides from your grasp and my breath leaves your breast. And you cry out in protest. But you feel the bed move. You think you know what is coming next, but you are wrong. You feel my leg next to your breast and then the other next to the other. They slide up your body. Until they close about your arms and then vanish. You feel my breath on your pussy. And you smell me approach. It is a smell you're used to. A slight musk, heavy with arousal. It touches your cheek. It persists. And you try to capture it and do. It slides into your mouth as mine slides onto you. It invades like an aggressive teat seeking a baby inside your throat. And after an initial fear, you welcome it and suckle.

You've always liked the taste. A little salty, a little sweet tonight, from the garlic. Only a few drops, but more will come as it always does. You feel it grow even more in your mouth as you stroke it with your tongue. I on the other hand am feasting. I spread your lips. I hold them there, wide, exposed like a butterfly caught on a plate, with some medical tape. I pin your lips back against your thighs. and gently stroke your inner lips. It makes you suck harder. My hands shake because you are that good at what you only until recently didn't like to do.

But with you open to me, I can't but admire your beauty. The lips are engorged and red, your clit is a little nub that begs for attention and the moisture oozes out from some hidden well within. You glisten with need. I make it worse. With a forefinger I tickle the inner lips and brush the clit. you suck more. thinking if I cum I will lose it and make you cum. But I slap your hip in warning. You slow immediately and reconcile yourself to using me as a pacifier instead.

You can feel your juices now. The trickle down from your open hole into the crack of your ass. It makes it slippery there. It is also open from having been massaged before. It begs for attention, So I feed it a finger. Then a second. I slide it in and out smoothly and slowly at first, then with more energy. You feel my breath on your clit, first hot, then cool as the air dries it.

Now I put some force into my thrusts. And you begin to suck again in sympathy. Each time my hand moves into your ass it pushes your body, tugs on the tape, pulls on your lips and drives me further into your throat. This is the rhythm. PUSH tug pull deeper PUSH tug pull deeper. You like this don't you?

A weak MmmmHmmm comes from your throat.

I slow again and you whimper. You want to cum so badly. And then I remove my fingers from your ass. The next thing you feel is a shock. I drip a another piece of ice onto your hot clit and open pussy. it dribbles down into your ass. So cold. But it does feel good, doesn't it. I stroke you from you ass to your clit with it. It shocks, stimulates and frustrates. I hold it against your ass and - push it in! You gasp. It feels so alien there, yet in a different way it seems to stimulate. not cold anymore but burning. Like a firecracker in your ass it sends waves up your body and while not quite a shiver, it's something close to it. Even your nipples get harder.

I push it far up you ass with a finger. It is already starting to melt, so I plug you up with a butt plug. It slips in easily just from your own juices and the melting ice. It fills you. You clasp it with your muscles. I push it in and out a little without allowing you to lose your grip on its collar.

I think I've been in your mouth long enough now. So I rise and pull myself from you. I ask if you liked the taste. You say you did. Do you want more. Okay. yes, I want more. I like that too. So I mount your face and tease your lips with my cock. I see that your thirsty and feed you a sliver of ice which you take hungrily. And then you open you mouth to receive me. I push inside slowly enjoying the silken nature of you tongue, the sharpness of your grazing teeth and the heat of your breath. It all seems to welcome me with abandon.

My legs clasp your sides as I move deeper into your mouth. You want to hold me. Clasp me around the ass, hold me close, control me, but tied as you are, it's impossible. This excites you more. I am the one that decides how deep, how fast, how much, how long. On some level it excites you to be used this way. To have no choice about it. It helps that there is feeling between us. That there is trust. You know what I am capable of and that it is within your ability.

So deeper until I hit the back of your throat and then out and then slide in again. You flick your tongue on me. wriggle it under as it passes. You suck on it as a straw drawing out the syrup form the other end. It grows and the heat from it is palpable. 

You know I'm close you can hear me breathe. My hair tickles your chin, your nose. Each thrust brings me against your nose so that it is difficult to breathe. You feel a rhythm though and time your breathing. It is easy you think. I just hope he has enough left to do me later, you hope. I will.

You still haven't come, I know and almost weep from the need. The smell and taste of me just make the need grow. I take pity and while am reaching a pinnacle myself turn on the butt plug. You see, it vibrates. The surprise makes you swallow and jerk on a downthrust. You clamp down on me which feels very good. I have to speed up now. I am that close. I turn up the vibrator and begin to pump into your mouth. I breath faster and faster. Your feel me twitch in your mouth, feel it jump with frustration. You suck hard and even raise your head to meet me. While your mouth is tired, you want me to cum now almost as much as you want to. Each thrust is harder. 

Push, suck, wriggle push suck wriggle.

And finally, on a up stroke I throb and begin to cum. You hold me there by clamping your mouth tight, so you catch it all on your tongue and control the swallow. It's odd, but you have developed a taste for it. Or is it me. You suck on it though. Trying to get every drop. There is never that much, just a teaspoonful. It makes you smile, remembering all the videos that show a gallon oozing out. And the vibrator feels very good.

I still jerk and throb in your mouth, but no longer try to push in or leak out. It's over for now and I pull out. There is a bit of a trail left on your lips as I exit, but I lean over and kiss you fully and thankfully. You welcome me and love the attention.

Now it is finally my turn you think.

And I start on you again. I dismount and sit beside you on the bed. I take your breast in both my hands, mold it, massage it grasp it so that the nipple peaks toward me, yearning for moisture. I give it. My mouth descends on you hungrily. I swirl my tongue around your nipple as a whirlpool. Slowly, then building up speed and suck. I graze my teeth along it bit down with my lips and pull on it. All the while squeeze and massage your breast to a cone. After a few moments of this my hand drifts to your pussy again. It tickles you there. I push the butt plug a few times. Tap it like a doctor does your knee checking for reflex. And this causes a jerk as well. You begin to moan and whimper. bite your lip again. I insert a finger into your very wet and hot pussy. It slides in easily and you clasp it immediately on arrival. Keep it there, hold it, suck it in. I move it in of you while sucking on your nipple. It has grown plump and sensitive in my mouth.

I slide a second finger into you and move them both in a circular motion, stirring you to a higher need. But your breasts need more attention. So I withdraw my fingers again. You cry out PLEASE. Something hard touches your open lips. it begins to slide inside you. You know what it is. It is your own. You brought it with you as instructed. Now it is coming home. It sticks and pulls because it's dry, but I push in a little to get it moist, then out a little spin it, then in a little more, then spin again, then in a little more and spin. until it is all the way inside. You feel so full.

You can almost feel them touching each other through the thin membrane inside you. Each time the one vibrates in your ass it touches the one in your pussy. GOD it feels so intense! You want to cum so much! PLEASE let me cum! But I won't. Not yet, Once the second vibrator is firmly seated, but not turned on, I take a nipple and pull it up from your body. Then I begin to wrap your breast with a piece of soft rope. Around and around it goes at the base, tighter and higher, pushing your nipple out into the air farther and farther. This traps the blood in your breast making them firmer, tender and more sensitive to attention. eight times it goes around your breast. You've counted. It feels like a bra four sizes too small. But it makes you aware of even the air passing across your nipples. Next I do the other one the same way. Now they stand out like Madonna's ridiculous coned bra. I flick the nipples a few times to test your reactions. Already they begin to grow and turn rosy. You gasp nicely each time. You have become reacquainted with your nipples.

Now I turn on the second vibrator. It is on low. It's almost like a subharmonic buzz. You feel it deep within. I take another ice cube and dribble it on all the important places. Each drop is electric. As one falls on a nipple, it lights it up and trails fire down your breast to the rope that binds them. Each drop on your clit and lips is like a bolt of lightning that crackles on your tender skin. The mix of emotion, shock and pleasure is too much to bear, but you can not cum. It just sits there waiting in the corner, not hiding, but teasing you as am I - that cum. It waves at you, moves around, but does not enter you wholly. Then the ice goes away.

But the buzz is still there and I even kick it up a notch. The bed moves, you know I'm leaving you. A fear overtakes you, but stops as a straw is pressed against your lips. You suck in and welcome the cool fruit juice. After you've had a few sips, I reach up and untie your hands. You want to hold me, to play with yourself, to cum, but I take each arm and bring it behind you and tie your forearms together as the cross your beneath your shoulder blades behind you back. They are out of the way there. I hold onto the cross tie at your breasts as I engage the quick release at your feet. Sitting up causes the vibrators to apply new pressure in you. You feel the tape catch and pull on your lips. One piece tears away releasing the lip from its bondage.

I rub and smooth your legs and arms regaining the circulation. And then I turn you around on the bed so that you are on your knees. I hold you there and ly beside you. The vibrators in ass and pussy buzz happily as you clasp you legs together. You squeeze your muscles and release, fucking them with just your muscles, now that they have been returned to you. I can see the strain on your thighs as the clench and unclench. I let you have a moment or two of hope and then open your legs.

I have you straddle me. I can see the objects hanging from you. I slide you up on the bed until you are close. Then I begin to stroke the vibrators in and out. alternating each so that one goes in, the other out. Then I begin to play with just the one in your pussy. And as your legs begin to shake, I spank you on the hip. It excites you more, but not enough. I slow and remove the pussy vibrator and ease you back onto the bed, on your haunches, onto me. As you feel me at your entrance, you impale yourself on me. You begin to rock on me, sliding your clit on my pelvis, but I pull your nipples to me. 

You fall forward, supported only by your breasts resting on my chest. Then I lock my legs over your heels. Now I am once again in control. Your breasts are very sensitive by now and press against my chest. It hurts a sweet hurt. I begin to move your body up and down mine. With each rock I feel the butt plug vibrator touch me. It feels wonderful. With each rock your open clit grates on my pelvis. It too feels wonderful. I begin to jerk into you. It doesn't move in and out too far, but the pressure of your muscles and need are doing the trick. Your sweat falls onto my neck as you pant with open want. Each thrust is a jolt now. A stab of fire at the breast, nipple, ass and clit. You feel full and wanted and lost and driven by only an animal need.

And it becomes worse. More pronounced, until all you feel is the need. Until the only thing that matters is the need. Until the cum approaches. Slowly at first. It starts in your belly. you can feel it tighten there. Feel it claw its way down and out. Spread like a wave through your body like ripples wishing to be waves in a pond. It swells, you push and throw your weight on me. There is pain in your breasts now as your press them against me harder. Harder! HARDER! Here it comes. 

It moves through like an airstrike. Feels like an earthquake. Again and again. So hard is the cum, so vengeful, that you cry out. At this pint, I spank your ass, hard. It drives the rage to new heights and spots appear in the darkness of the blindfold, blood is drawn from my shoulder. And wave after wave overwhelms you. Then, because of you I begin to jerk and pulse into you. It completes the circle and you cum again. And again. and yet again.... Until they become little waves and finally once again ripples on the pond ultimately quieting to just a reflection. I hold you to me. and untie your arms which quickly enfold me. We kiss, deeply and long. The vibrator is turned off but still inhabits you, holding fond memories at bay a little longer. Still connected, you feel me shrink from you and mourn the passage. But we do not disengage. Like this, we lie until the chill of air dried sweat makes itself known.

Then, with a distinct sound known only on such occasions, we part. I leave you on the bed, covered to stay warm, vibrator, quiet now, still inside you. You lie there, unwilling to move, sated, peaceful and sleepy. I return with warm water and a soft cloth. I soothe your breasts with it as I unwrap them. I kiss them and the nipples, swathe them in warmth, quiet the fire in them. Then I move south. I gently remove the vibrator. And holding your legs high in the air, I bathe you from ass to clit with warm water kisses and a gentle hand.

Then I lie behind you and hold you till you fall asleep in my arms. Where I watch over you till next time, when you wake.



Evening In Munsinger Gardens



A shadow moving across the face of the moon momentarily hides the world around them. In the sudden darkness, she noticed the stillness. She had been lost so completely in his eyes, she failed to realize the park had emptied long ago.

Shivering slightly, she wished she had remembered a jacket. She hadn’t noticed fall’s chill with his voice wrapping around her.

Feeling a presence she glances up just as the cloud clears, only to witness an amazing sight. He stands over her, haloed by the moon, it’s shadows lending the image of wings. The angel reaches down to pull her up into his arms. His warmth overwhelms her and shivers at the intimacy of their embrace. Looking up, she loses herself in his eyes. A feeling of peace, love and being protected flows though her mind.

As in a trance she stretches up to meet his lips. Time seems to stop at their kiss. His right hand at her lower back holds her frighteningly close. While his left tangles in her hair, trapping her in his kiss. As his lips move against hers, she feels him break through any resistance she might have retained. Of it’s own accord, she feels her body melt into his as she reaches up to steady herself. Their bodies so tightly entwined, their heartbeats seem to quicken and then combine into one beat, too fast and too strong.

Opening her eyes she stares into pools of liquid emeralds as he deepens the kiss. His skin burns and he slips his hand under her shirt to lightly draw circles on her back. Almost against her will she feels a low throaty moan escape as her body tightens in response to his touch. Bringing his other hand down from her hair, it cradles her breast. She quivers as he gently teases the erect nipple through her shirt with his thumb.

She struggles to draw a breath when he breaks the kiss, only to find his lips moved to their combined pulse at the base of her neck. Another moan escapes as his teeth nip lightly. As he covers her neck with soft kisses and harder nibbles, she finds her hands reaching up to hold his head closer, pulling his mouth into her. 

Grateful for the darkness that hides the flush in her skin. No longer chilled, her clothes now feel constraining as she longs to feel his caresses on more of her skin. As if sensing her unspoken plea, he moves both hands to free her breasts. Then move forward to cup them, thumbs roughly brushing their tender tips. Looking deep into his eyes, she sees her desires reflected back.

Pressing her gently back to be seated on the cool stone bench, he goes to one knee. Bringing his mouth level with her creamy soft breasts. He groans as he gives into temptation, taking an erect blood tinted nipple between his lips. Smiling as he senses her quiver, her hands pulling him closer. His hand still cradling the other mound, thumb teasing the metal bar. Sharp nails at the back of his neck, keeping him there. He inhales her musky scent, knowing he to smells of lust. Moaning with restrained desire he moves his mouth to pierced nipple. She shudders in response. He can feel her heat pressing against his waist where she straddles, and feels his body respond to her closeness.

She moves her hands under his shirt to tease his nipples with long perfect nails, raking them across his stomach on the way up. The slight erotic pain causes a tightening in his groin. He bites down on her nipple in response. She moans with pleasure and feels dampness, readying her for his touch. 

Almost impatiently she tries to draw back, to remove the offending shirt and bra. With a low chuckle, he assists her, only to find his being removed next. Chests bare and so close, the air can barely come between them, their lips find each other’s again. Not so gentle, consuming the other’s mouth, hungry and demanding nibbles and bites. Bruising tender lips until a taste of blood fills their kiss. 

In unison they moan, her hands moving earnestly, insistently to the waist of his jeans, stroking the hardness she finds. His hands under her skirt, caressing her heat through thin silky panties. 

Impatiently, she pulls him up so he is standing before her, her mouth level with his waist, his jeans riding low on his hips. She gently bites the skin at the tip of his hipbone. Groaning he tangles his hands in her hair, drawing her up for more deep, bloody kisses.

She pulls away slowly to gently leave kisses along his jaw, while she slips her fingers under the fabric of his jeans. Lightly running her nails among the soft curly hair she finds. As her fingers explore, she moves her kisses from his jaw to take his ear lobe and gently suckle it, teasing it with her tongue. She can feel his breath ragged on her neck.

As his lips press against her neck, her hand works it’s way with in his pants. Holding him along her hand, lightly cradling his balls at her fingertips, she feels the head pulse at her wrist. It’s hardness and heat causes her to shiver in anticipation. Licking her lips, she moves her kisses slowly down the vein in his neck, to where she can bite, hard, hungrily. She feels him twitch against her and her body responds. Slowly, taunting, she covers his chest with kisses. Pausing only to torment his nipples with her tongue, working her way slowly down her body. As she reaches his waist, kneeling before him, his hands still gripping her hair, she can feel his legs trembling against her. His moan as she kisses his stomach is music to her ears. She caresses him through his jeans, nails making slow lazy circles. 

Her eyes glittering, she undoes the button on the offending piece of clothing, slowly pulling the zipper apart. Exposing him, hard, ready to her hungry gaze. Fascinated by her discovery, she just kneels there for a moment, enjoying, until she feels a hint of pressure on her neck, asking, no, begging for her touch. With an evil grin, she inquisitively sends her tongue to investigate what waits for her pleasure. He shudders in response. Encouraged she slowly wraps her lips around the head and feels the pressure increase on her neck.

He feels more than hears the low rumble of her chuckle. Then gasps as she takes him to the back of her throat. He shudders, knees threatening to quit on him. Her tongue loving strokes him while her throat muscles draw him deeper. With great restraint, he relents the pressure on her neck, wanting her to move at her own pleasure but needing her support to stand. Ripples of pleasure flow through his body as she gently but insistently works his toward release. He feels one of her hands leave his thigh. Glancing down he is greeted to the sight of it disappearing under her skirt. Her mouth becomes more insistent, more demanding, taking him deeper. 

Feeling close to release, he gently stops her, smiling at her pout. Reassembling himself somewhat, he repositions her on the bench. Kneeling before her again, he kisses her roughly, biting, licking and sucking on her bruised mouth as his fingers find their way under her skirt again. Drawn to her heat he gently strokes her wet swollen lips, taking her moans as an invitation he gently lays her back, giving him access to her whole body. As his fingers slowly work her into a frenzy, his mouth moves down her body. As his mouth kisses and teases her nipples, she feels his fingers gently enter her. Her back arches. Her body contracts around him in pleasure. Her back arches. A wordless moan begs him to continue. 

A cool breeze against her nipples brings it to her attention that his mouth is no longer there. Puzzled she attempts to lift her head to find him, only to gasp as she feels his mouth through her soaked panties. She feels her body shudder with pleasure as her eyes roll back into her head. Soundlessly she screams his name as his mouth teases her. Bringing her so close. Then letting her calm a bit before his tongue again strokes her innermost being as his fingers slowly work within her. 

Finally, when she feels she can take no more, one word breathlessly escapes her lips, “Please.”

She hears a low chuckle as he replies, “Aye, my lady, your desire is my pleasure.”

And she feels herself being lifted into his embrace. More hard insistent kisses follow, tasting herself on his lips. Until he whispers against her mouth that he can’t wait any longer. Forcefully he turns her away from him. First holding her tight against him, roughly teasing her nipples as his hardness presses against her. Then, gently, bends her over so she can brace herself on the bench as his hands explore the milky white posterior presented to him.

Her cries of pleasure beg him to continue. Then she feels him, hard and demanding, paused at her entrance. She feels her body move to take him as his words barely register to her brain, “Are you sure, my love? This can not be undone.”

As her mouth tries to say “yes”, he body moves back. Plunging him deep within her. Her body convulses around him and she feels her wetness on her legs. Wordless cries escape her lips as she hits peak after peak. She shudders and her body moves around him. 

He waits for her to calm a bit, and then slowly, deliberately start moving again. Slowly almost all the way out, only to move just as slowly in, as deep as he can. His hands on her hips hold her tight, fingers bruising her flesh as he fills her, stretching her. She moans at the exquisite pain. Her cries echo in the silence of the night. 

His words low and throaty warn her, just as she feels him start, she lets her body join him. Wordlessly riding the waves of pleasure that rack their bodies, pulse after pulse. Until they collapse against each other, drained, barely able to hold each other up. Exhausted they hold each other, not willing to break the connection, the bond they achieved. 

Finally, knees quivering they separate, feeling the chill on their sweaty skin. Not willing to stop yet they slowly attempt to straighten themselves, pausing for lingering kisses and caresses more often than not. When they are clothed again she snuggles close, taking his hand in hers, looks up, ginning, she asks him to walk home with her. 

With Bloody Kisses, 

C Trei



Evening in the Dunes



This is a story told to me by a friend. He read my story about Florence and emailed me. We found we both lived in the same area of England and as he liked the way I told my story, he asked me if I would relate one of his experiences. He gave me a lot of the details but I have 'embellished' it because he was embarrassed about some of it and I like to write really sexy stories! So this is his tale...

Living in a holiday area on the south coast of England my house is only about 300 metres from one of the public toilets on the dunes next to the beach. I often walked along the top of the beach on my way home from the local club or pub, and usually popped into the toilets to see if anything was going on and to read the stories and messages on the walls. 

Several times I had given some guy a quick wank in the stalls, occasionally they had wanked me off in return. There was a small hole in the door and a gloryhole in the wall between two of the cubicles, not very large but just big enough to get my six inch cock through, and I had wanked and sucked a few guys through it, and someone had tried to suck me once, but chickened out when he heard another guy come in. I had never been fucked by or fucked another guy, although I had fucked a couple of girls. 

This evening it was quite late, I had been sitting for about a quarter of an hour in the middle loo, zip undone, holding my pants down with one hand and gently wanking my semi hard cock with the other. I was getting bored, my cock getting softer rather than more excited and so I had almost decided to go when I heard someone come in. 

He went to the stalls so I sat quietly to see what would happen. I didn't hear him peeing but he coughed a couple of times, so I also cleared my throat. He coughed again so again I did the same. 

After a few seconds of silence I heard him quietly come outside the cubicles. I suddenly saw the small hole in the door go dark and knew he was looking in at me, so I lowered my head and sat gently playing with my foreskin. When I looked up the hole went light so I quietly stood up and leaning forward, put my eye to it. The man was outside still, quite heavy looking, in his fifties, with quite a fat stomach. He was facing me with his flies open and the end of his cock hanging out. Although still soft I could tell it was large and fleshy and had a loose flap of foreskin. He was just standing there looking at the door. 

I saw that he was going to look in again so I moved away but stayed standing, facing him and just holding down the top of my pants so that my now semi-hard shaft pointed directly towards him. Again after he had had a look at me, he moved away from the hole and I looked through. 

He was now standing slightly sideways and slowly pulling on his soft foreskin, so that more of his soft shaft came out of his flies. When it was all out, he just stood there cupping it in one hand so I could see it. 

This time as he stepped forward to look in I too stood sideways and showed him my now stiff cock which I slowly stroked for its full length. I went to look out and he had turned towards me and pointing his cock straight at the hole he started making thrusting, fucking movements through his fist so that his glans almost exploded each time from within his foreskin. 

Again he stepped forward to look at me so I rubbed my foreskin over my glans fast with my fingers. He watched me wanking for several seconds and then in a low voice he said, "It looks as if you could do with some help with that. I'll wank it off for you if you'll let me in." 

He sounded OK, and I liked the thought of holding his fleshy cock between my fingers while he wanked me, so I slipped the bolt. He pushed open the door, came in and locked the door after him. 

He had put his cock back inside his trousers, and I had sort of covered mine up with my hand but he came up close to me and took my hand away. He reached inside my pants and cupped my balls gently in one hand.

"What a beautiful young cock you have," he said in a soft, gentle voice. "And such lovely cool, soft balls, I bet they've got a lot of spunk ready to shoot, haven't they?" 

"Yes. Probably," I said. 

"Good," he said, putting his other hand on my cock. "So have I. You can get me out, if you like." 

His cock and balls were still inside his trousers so I put my hand into his flies and felt his soft warm cock lolling just inside, poking out from the hole in his underpants. I slid my hand down to find his balls, but they were still in his pants so I cradled them through the thin material and the feeling and heat of his large heavy ballocks nestling there was great and made my cock tingle.

He was gently stoking my shaft, so I pulled his soft prick right out and gently squeezed it. It was lovely to feel his hot spongy flesh, and as I slowly pushed back his foreskin I realised he was still not even getting hard as I sank my fingers into his softness.

We wanked each other slowly for a while, but he didn't seem to be getting much harder and I was already feeling very randy and didn't want the embarrassment of blowing my load in his hand quite so quickly. 

I had sucked off a few men in here before, through the hole in the wall, and liked the feeling when they started to twitch and shoot. I would savour the taste of hot thick spunk as it filled my mouth, and then the sensations as I swallowed it all. 

This guy's cock was far larger than any I had had in my mouth before and the thought of having it still soft and growing in my mouth really turned me on, so I bend down and with one hand wrapped round his soft spongy shaft pulled his long foreskin right forward so that it flapped over the front of his cock. I was still feeling his ballocks inside his underpants, and leaning forward I put the tip of his foreskin to my lips. 

I started to lick and suck on his foreskin, and then very slowly I peeled it back, and gradually took his softish helmet into my mouth. I sucked on it and he gradually pushed the spongy shaft past my lips, until it fairly filled my mouth, like a big Cumberland sausage. 

I was rubbing his shaft regularly and sucking and licking what I could get into my mouth. He had had to let go of my cock when I bent over, so now he reached over my back and felt my buttocks and squeezed them through my trousers. 

I felt his knob gradually expanding and his shaft got a bit stiffer. I thought that he might just let me suck him off, but after a few minutes of regular shafting, licking and hard sucking he withdrew from my mouth, pulled me up and again reached for my cock. 

As he fondled it in one hand with the other he undid my belt and trousers and dropped them to the floor, and then he slipped my pants down as well. He indicated for me to step out of them but I couldn't so he sat me on the seat and took my shoes and socks off and pulled me pants and trousers off. Then he stood me up and lifting my tee shirt also took this off so I was now naked, with my iron hard cock pointing at him twitching wildly. 

He stood back admiring me and said, "You have a lovely young soft body, almost like a girl's. The only difference is that twitching horn in your cock. I'd love to see you all soft, so let's see if we can get rid of it for you, shall we?. 

"Why don't you stand on the seat? We'll wank a wad of spunk out of your balls and see what happens to your dick after you've shot your load of cum." 

I got up on the loo seat as he said and now my hard cock was twitching right in front of his face. Without touching it with his hands he put out his tongue and licked the tip and then opening his mouth he slowly engulfed almost all my small hard cock. It was a lovely hot, tingling, sexy feeling and although I had had my cock sucked before through the hole, this was the first time I could see it disappear into someone's mouth. 

I started getting high almost as soon as his lips closed round my shaft, and his tongue started working on my glans. He took a firm hold of my little tight balls in one hand and slid his other hand round my bum and let it wander into the slit. I didn't stop him so he started lightly fingering my anus. 

As he steadily worked his mouth up and down on my prick, sucking gently on my glans, his finger started pushing regularly at my anus, and I tried to relax as I felt the very tip start to work its way through my tight ring. 

I was by now thrusting into his mouth and he must have sensed that I was getting near my climax because he suddenly took my prick out.

"OK, I can feel you are nearly ready to shoot your cum," he whispered. "So let me watch you wank yourself off as fast as you can. Show me how much sexy hot spunk you have in those little balls of yours and how far you can shoot it!" 

I gripped my shaft and started wanking fast. He stood to the right side of me and pushed the edge of his hand firmly into my slit, holding it open and working his fingers against my bum-hole. With his other hand he alternated gently squeezing my ballocks with firmly shafting his own cock which every time he stopped seemed to have grown more and more. 

Very quickly I felt I was going to come. 

"Are you coming?" he asked. "Shout out when you do" 

My fingers were rubbing my foreskin furiously over the rim of my glans and as I quickly felt the spunk rising from my balls.

I cried out, "Aaaah, I'm going to shoot, I'm cumming!" 

Suddenly I was almost paralysed as the burning sensation shot up from my balls to the tip of my dick and out sprayed the first jet of my milky juice. Simultaneously with this he stuck his hand hard up my slit, his finger pushing past my tight rim and entering my rectum. 

With his other hand he squeezed my buttock really hard and again I cried out, partly with pain and with a lot of pleasure as I was almost lifted off the seat on his thrusting kneading hands, and a thick glob of spunk came flying out and splattered on the floor. 

My cock started to pump out the thick stream of creamy sperm and he grabbed the bottom of my shaft with my balls and milked me really hard with both hands. The last of the thick syrupy globs oozed out of the tip of my glans and ran down my twitching shaft onto his fingers before joining the rest of my semen in sticky puddles on the floor. 

I was panting and whimpering a bit and my orgasm was over and it seemed as thought every drip of spunk had been squeezed out of me, but he continued milking me. 

I tried to take my cock out of his hands but he wouldn't let me.

"I want to be sure every drop of your spunk is spent," he said. "And see your little prick shrivel right into your balls." 

My cock was so sensitive it felt red raw but sure enough it soon got very soft and small, and he managed to push it up into my body so it almost disappeared. Then he let me go and just looked at me for a few seconds, saying I had a beautiful sexy body, and now without an erection it looked just like a submissive young girl's. 

Suddenly he said, "Good! Now get down, turn round and bend over with your hands on the seat, so I can have a look at the lovely soft arse I just fingered." 

I could hardly believe he was actually asking me to do this because I could see his big hard throbbing prick sticking out of his flies and knew that if I did what he asked he would probably try to force it into me. 

I tried to refuse but he took hold of my balls and gave than a little tweak.

Very quietly and slowly he whispered, "Now that I've wanked you, sucked you and then watched and encouraged you to have the pleasure and relief of shooting your hot spunk over the floor, you don't think I'm going to let you get away without even seeing and having a little play with that lovely juicy soft bum-hole of yours, do you? So do as I ask and show me it!" 

I got down slowly and now saw his big rampant cock close to. Its knob had grown really huge, and the veins all down the shaft were purple and bulging! I just knew he was going to try to fuck me, and if he did he would split me for sure! 

"You're not going to try to put your cock in my bum, are you?" I cried. "You're much too big. It'll hurt me. Can't I just suck it off for you?" 

But he just said quietly, "Who said anything about that? Now you should do as I say because your little ballocks could get crushed in my big hands if I get annoyed." 

I realised they would if I refused and as we were very isolated there was not much I could do except submit to being looked at and played with and the ultimate possibility of that huge knob trying to get in to fuck my bum. 

I was just about to do what he had told me when he said, "Before you bend over, drop my trousers and pants. Then if I do get too excited and find that just looking at and feeling your arse doesn't satisfy me, I can lay my cock in the slit between your soft buttocks. I'll be able to feel my ballocks stroking against the inside of your soft young thighs, as I shoot my spunk, instead of creaming inside my trousers." 

I undid his waist band and dropped his trousers to the floor and he stepped out of them, and then pulled down his large pants. His ballocks were huge and hairy, hanging heavily between his legs, and flopping about as he moved. I had never seen a set of genitals like them and I knew by the excitement in his eyes that he was definitely going to try to deflower my soft virgin arse with them, and I was quite excited that the might want to shoot his sperm up me! 

He said, "Feel the weight of my balls." 

So I reached under his stiff cock and cupped my palm under his huge ballocks, which were really heavy as I lifted them in their soft hairy sack. 

"You see how full up they are?" he said. "Full of thick creamy spunk which has got to shoot out soon." 

I held his shaft with my other hand and slowly wanked its length, feeling it grow and twitch under my grasp. For a moment I thought he might just let me wank him off but soon he said, "OK, that's fine, now show me what that lovely young bottom of yours has got to offer." 

Reluctantly I turned round, and he got me to open my legs and bend over holding onto the rim of the pan. 

He did nothing for a little while, and then started stroking my buttocks, quite gently at first with his finger tips just dipping occasionally into my slit, but gradually more definitely and the fingers flicking and prodding my anus. 

All of a sudden he said, "So that's what is on offer is it? Well you look and feel good enough to eat, but I'm intrigued to see how soft I can make you feel, so stay still for a second." 

Looking over my shoulder I saw him take a small jar of oily cream out of his trousers and put a large glob of it on the first two fingers of his left hand.

"I'm sure you'll love the feeling as I spread this into your bum", he muttered. 

It was cool and soft as he spread it and gently massaged it the whole length of my slit. But did I imagine it or was he building up more of the soft grease near my rose-bud? 

He was bending down and looking closely at me when he began this but I gradually felt him stand up and move closer until I suddenly felt the hot tip of his big dick slide between my slippery buttocks. He pulled my cheeks apart and sliding his shaft along the whole length of my slit he closed them around it, and for a few seconds just held it there, hot and pulsing. 

Then the movement began as he slowly slid his fat iron hard cock up and down between my cheeks; and sure enough I started to feel his heavy ballocks gently swaying against the back of my my thighs. 

"Nice?" he asked. 

"Yes, It's OK," I replied. 

"Your bottom is lovely and slippery now isn't it?" 

"Yes" 

“But you know my cock just sliding up and down between your buttocks is not enough, don't you?"

"Yes, I suppose so," I muttered. 

He was still rubbing his big hard dick up and down my slippery slit, but putting one arm around my chest and holding my nipple and the other hand around my small soft genitals he stood me up and holding me very close, he started whispering in my ear, just as if he were telling me a story. 

"All day long my balls have been getting bigger and bigger, producing millions of little sperm which are now wriggling around in lots of thick sticky juice which has been heating up deep in my tubes. All this hot spunk wants to get free and needs very careful sowing in a warm dark place where it can have a nice time swimming around and exploring before it dies. 

"Now, whereas your seeds have ended up dying in those cold little puddles on the floor, I think the best place to sow my seed tonight is as deep as I can get it inside this lovely soft hot bottom of yours, where the juice can fill you up and give you lovely sexy feelings as the sperm wriggle right up your soft tube into your bowels.

"I would love to see if I can open up your tight little rosebud so that I can slide my nice big cock gently into that lovely slippery botty of yours without a lot of fuss. I'll be very gentle, only penetrating a little at first, relubing us both and gradually opening you up until your tube will take all my cock and you feel my big balls rubbing against yours. 

"Then when I've given you a good long deep fucking and got us both really hot and randy, you'll see how happily my hot sperm will shoot out and how far into your bowels they will swim taking their thick scalding cream with them. So, you'll feel really full and satisfied. Now, are you going to let me show you how good it can feel to have your bum fucked?" 

I was nervous but very excited and said, "OK, you can try." 

"Good boy," he said. "Let's get your bum ready then. I'll finger some of this cream into your hole to loosen you up a bit, and you try to relax and open your arse to me." 

He still held me close to him, but slipped one hand between my buttocks and started to prod a finger into my anus. He took it out, squeezed some cream on it and putting it back, sliding it now quite easily in to its full length. Then I felt him put another finger alongside and push this in too, but it felt OK and I let his two fingers frig me with the cool cream until I was very slippery. When he added a third it really stretched my rim, but I concentrated on relaxing and after a few seconds of gentle frigging I seemed to open up even more. 

"That's lovely," he said, sliding them out. "Now I'll just get some grease on my dick and we'll see how much pleasure it can give us both." 

I looked round and watched him spread some of the cream on his big, hard, red cock and rub it all over. He pulled his foreskin forward and spread more cream on the loose skin. 

Then he said, "OK, so now try to relax your bum to let me in." 

He was holding me hard against him with his hot cock burning against my thigh. I tried to let all the muscles in my bottom go slack as I felt him put his hot slimy cock into my slit and position its loose skin against my little rose bud. He pushed a bit and I started to open up as the end of his glans started to emerge from his foreskin and started to try to burrow into me. However, there was no way he could stretch my rim open so he pulled out of my slit, applying more slime and tried again. 

I opened a bit more, whereupon he said, "That's better. I can feel your tube wants me to fill it; it's so hot and inviting. So lets try a bit more." 

He pushed harder but as it stretched me wider I cried out a bit with the sharp pain. 

He took his cock out and putting on more cream and fingering it into me, he cajoled, "Come on, Lad! Open your bum up for me, or I might have to force it into you and that might split your tight little arse for good." 

I really tried, but the glans still couldn't pass my rim although he was pressing quite hard and making me almost cry with the steady pain. 

I felt the pressure go off a bit and he said, "OK, there's only one thing for it, I'm going to have to stretch your rim just a bit more, so grip the seat and hold steady." 




Evening in the Dunes



I knew it was going hurt like hell as he forced it in, and tried to call out to stop him, but simultaneously he cupped one hand over my mouth, and putting his cock back on the rim of my arse he reached round and gripping my genitals in his palm he thrust with hard stabbing movements until my rim had stretched enough for the glans to push open my sphincter and with one shove buried itself a couple of inches into into my stretched rectum. 

My sphincter was now stretched fully as his shaft was only a little thinner than his glans but gradually the pain in my rim subsided, and I just felt extremely stretched and glad that I had not split. 

"All right?" he asked. 

I nodded, and he said, "That's a good boy! My glans is past your rim, so that'll be the worst you ever feel. The first cock you take it always a bit of a shock, and my cock is quite a size to have taken your cherry. My shaft will massage your tube and you'll soon start to enjoy it. 

"Once I've fucked you, each time you're shagged you'll enjoy it more and more until just the thought of having a cock up your bum will almost make you come in your pants." 

He took his hand off my mouth and started massaging my chest. And I felt his glans slowly sliding out of my anus and when it was almost completely out it stopped and then slowly burrowed back in. Again the filling, again the pressure and stretching, but not so painful now and just a little further than before. 

I felt him slide out again and back and again as he started to get into a regular movement. Each time a little easier and a little deeper until it was pushing against my bowels. 

Suddenly he made a big lunge and through gritted teeth he said, "I'm all the way up you, boy! So now I'm going to make you mine with my spunk."

He squeezed me hard and held me still and my rectum was full of his hot meat, his cock pushed hard in, bruising the upper limit of my bowels. Now he started to move again and I tried to relax to my first bum fuck. 

After a little while even though feeling bruised I started to enjoy the sensation. His meat got hotter and harder and the thrusts started gradually to get faster and his heavy ballocks started to bang against the backs of my thighs. 

All at once he slid it out and kissing my neck gently, he said, "Now bend over the seat again, open your legs wide and relax so that I can use, or perhaps abuse your bum to the full."

I knew I was going to get a really thorough reaming out now, but with some excitement I was looking forward to it so did as he asked. He bent down to look at me, feeling my anus with the tips of his fingers and gently putting one inside and feeling around. 

Then he stood up and came close, and I felt him urgently putting his cock in contact with my bum again. He pushed and after the glans popped again through my rim, it slid in smoothly to the hilt; then putting both hands on my hips he started to fuck me again. I could now tell that I was in for a really hard shagging, before he would be ready to fill my arse with his spunk. 

His knob was repeatedly bruising my bowels and now that I was bent over my genitals were thrust back and his big ballocks now smashed into my little testicles occasionally making me cry out. One second I was begging him to stop because his big cock was stretching and hurting my rim so much; the next I was shouting out, "Oh Yes, Fuck Me, please shag me hard!" 

I revelled in the deep randiness his intense arse pounding was giving my whole body. He ignored my calls and fucked my bum faster and faster, pulling me towards him each time he thrust so that his hard mallet went deeper and deeper up into my rectum. 

Suddenly he whispered, "We're being watched from next door, you don't mind someone watching as I fill your arse with spunk, do you? Perhaps it'll make him want to shag you too!" 

I said, "No, just fuck me, fill me with your spunk, I want to take it all!" 

He carried on thrusting into me for what seemed to be ages, but at last I could tell his climax was coming. Still pushing hard but somewhat slower he stood me up, grasped my genitals in one hand and squeezed my right tit with the other. He started to suck on my neck which made me even more excited. 

I was almost numb around my rim from the constant pounding but could feel his knob expanding and stretching me open even more until I thought he would burst inside me. I went quite limp and just let him hold me, fucking me deep and doing what he wanted to me.

Suddenly he cried out, "Its coming! Its coming! I can feel my spunk coming up. Aaah! it's going to fill your tight little arse." 

First I felt the soft milky spray shoot deep in me, and then the hot spunk started jetting out as he thrust and pumped and thrust and pumped.

"You're mine now, you little slut!" he grunted as the scalding hot thick creamy semen started filling me and soothing my poor bruised tube. 

"My sperm is already penetrating every inch of your arse, and you'll never forget the feeling of my cock squirting it up you. You'll crave more and more of my spunk, and I bet you'll offer me your soft bum whenever I want to shoot up it." 

He was almost crying as he slowed the thrusting until his wet meat was still, oozing deep in me. He held his cock there gradually dwindling, gently massaging my tits and balls and sucking and licking my neck. The feeling I had was wonderful. 

Used, abused and now quite numb in my arse, I slowly felt him pull what was left of his limp male organ out of my wet tube. And then felt the slow trickle of his spunk running down the inside of my legs. I could hardly believe it had happened. I had been well and truly fucked, and watched by some unknown voyeur, but the thought of it made me tingle and I suddenly realised I was feeling randy again and my cock was rising. 

He obviously felt this, because he slid a hand up the shaft from my balls to squeeze again my throbbing glans. 

He said, so the other guy could hear, "How lovely to be young and forever randy. I can't get it up more than once in a session, but you obviously want more. Let's turn you round and show the chap next door what a lovely wet, spunky arse you have. Maybe he'd like to fuck it while I try to suck some more cum from you."

He put my bum just in front of the hole, spread my legs and bent me over. I felt a finger reaching through and prodding my anus. Then he pushed me back until my hole was centered on the hole in the partition and my buttocks were pressed against the cold steel. 

The man next door stuck a couple of fingers into my tube and moved them around inside me, swirling the slippery spunk around and frigging me as deeply as he could, but it didn't take long before I felt them removed and a warm blunt cock pushing at me. I couldn't have been as big as my friend because it burrowed into me without any problem and immediately bottomed out.

The thrusting began straight away and my cock started twitching as the abuse of my rectum was restarted.

Having looked at my naked young body being fucked for a few seconds, he straightened me up a bit and kneeling in front of me he put the whole of my cock in his mouth and started working on it. I just closed my eyes and thought about the feeling the cock up my bum was giving me as well as his tongue and lips licking, sucking and trying to extract my juice, and very soon I knew they were going to succeed. 

Last time I had got to this stage he had made me wank myself off but this time he kept sucking and there was no way I could stop the climax coming and with an explosion that racked my whole body I shot a spray of cum into his open mouth and cried out with the exquisite feeling. Then with both hands on my hips he pulled himself down onto me, and my dick slid deep into his throat and he just sucked gently on it as I pumped all my sperm down it.

As I was having my orgasm I must have squeezed my buttocks because very quickly the guy next door came to the boil, fucking me harder than even and then gave a few sharp stabs and my arse was again being pumped full of hot sperm. It was wonderful as I just stood there spunk spewing into my arse and out of my cock.

Pulling me out a bit, he gently massaged and squeezed the last of my cum from my ballocks, and I felt it ooze out of my wilting penis, into his softly sucking mouth.

I felt the cock slowly slide out of my bum, and we heard the guy zip up and leave. 

When I was fully soft he took it out of his mouth and then massaged and fondled my genitals and buttocks for a while before turning me round and getting me to show him my wet arse. He put a finger in me and said it felt just like a fucked cunt, and that the other guys sperm was oozing out, thick, white and creamy. 

"But," he said. "Don't forget that I took your cherry. Your arse is mine. I don't mind other guys fucking you, but I own you!"

He reached in with his tongue and licked the whole of my slit and pushed it into my soft open hole, licking and sucking all the other guy's cum out of me. 

When he got up I again reached for his genitals and we both stroked and massaged each others soft cocks for a while. 

He kissed me on the forehead and said, "That was lovely. Thank you so much for giving yourself to me, both your bum and your sperm. I hope we can meet again soon." 

"I am often around at the weekend and would love to meet you again" I replied. 

"OK!" he replied. "I live near here so perhaps next time you can come back to my house and you can get fucked in a nice comfortable bed. Here's my mobile number, give me a call when your bum wants stuffing again. It will!"

I thanked him and we got dressed and giving me a quick squeeze and a hug, he left. I waited a few seconds and went home myself. 

I went straight to bed and lay for a long time thinking about what had happened. I knew his mobile number by heart and I would be ringing it very soon, because, after all, I belonged to him.

I finlly fell asleep stroking my satisfied body.



Evening In the Park



When their time came again, she knew she was going to enjoy it. The first time she had been with him had been good; quick, but good.

In the late evening, they met at the deserted park, both knowing what they wanted. He was kind of apprehensive about the idea, but he knew she needed him sexually. He was going to give her what she needed.

Darkness covered their actions as they got out of their vehicles and she led him toward the woods.

"Where the hell are we going?" he asked.

"Come on! I'll show you. I found a neat little place for us," she replied in a hushed voice. She grabbed his hand and led him across the bridge, which spanned a small stream. Leading him blindly into the dark stand of bamboo.

Once inside the stand of bamboo, she turned to him and they immediately fell into each other's arms. He kissed her long and hard. She returned the kiss with all the passion she had pent up. His hands traced the lines of her body as she ran her hands through his thick, shoulder length hair. Her hands then dropped to his face caressing and tracing the strong line of his jaw.

He slid his hand under her shirt to her breast, testing her to see if she was really ready to do this. She responded by kissing him harder, her body leaning into his. Sliding his hand under her bra, he began to knead and caress her tits.

She buried her face in the hollow of his neck, tasting him with her tongue. She wanted to take his shirt off and taste his whole chest, but she knew she didn't have that much time right now. Sometime later, she would taste his whole body, but not this time. This time it would have to be quick.

He slid his hand to her stomach, feeling it tighten slightly, but she didn't pull away from him. She really wanted this. Undoing her jeans, he slid his hand into her panties, feeling the softness of her mat. She moaned slightly, coaxing him on. He fingered her for a few moments, as small whimpers of pleasure escaped from her. Pushing her jeans down over her hips, he pulled her to him, holding her.

Taking a step back to the bench, she pulled him with her. Reaching down, she unzipped his pants, sliding her hand into his jeans to pull out his cock. Holding him in her hand, she began working her hand up and down on his already hard cock.

Cupping her bare ass in his hand, he pulled her closer as one of his hands slid between her legs. His fingers touching places no one else had been in quite some time. She moaned low and deep in her throat as he slid his finger into her.

"Yeah, that's where you want it, isn't it?" he asked her in a whisper as he slowly withdrew his finger from her deep darkness. Pulling her gently to the bench, he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. He withdrew a small foil packet, as she lay back on the bench, waiting in anticipation for him.

He entered her slowly. She was tight and he heard her gasp, "Oh, God." Working himself into her slowly, they rocked in an easy rhythm.

She didn't want this to end. It felt so good having a man inside of her after all this time. Their pace began to quicken, his strokes becoming harder. She wrapped her legs around his waist, thrusting her pelvis into him. Their frantic pace soon had her sliding across the bench, but he stayed with her, pounding himself into her.

Suddenly, she cried out and he felt her body arch under him, as the first spasm of her orgasm hit her. He continued to pound into her, just on the edge of his own release. Her legs tightening around his waist as she cried out his name. He let go, reaching his own climax.

Her body lay on the bench, but her head and shoulders were hanging over the edge. Both of them began to laugh. "I thought your ass was going to slide right off this bench!" he laughed.

"It wouldn't have taken much more and we both would have been in the bushes!" she laughed, as he gently withdrew himself from her.

"You know, I'm gonna expect more of that," she told him as she put her clothes back on.

He grinned and said, "Yeah, I figured that!"

"That's not a bad thing, is it?"

"Shit, no!" he laughed, pulling her to him to kiss her again.

They walked to her car and he kissed her once before they left. If they didn't get going, both of them would be late for work. Both of them knew that this would happen again...soon. 



Evening in the Woods



Victor was 23 and attended the St Mary's boarding school for almost two years; he was very well liked and respected by both teachers and fellow pupils. Being rather handsome, younger girls would frequently have a crush on him but he knew the signs and could deal with the matter without causing offence or hurting the feelings of any girl. The problem began when the new girl started. Her name was Emma; she was only just eighteen years old and came from up North. Emma had the most beautiful hair and the biggest bluest eyes Victor had ever seen; to compliment these features she was blessed with beautiful looks and was remarkably intelligent. Her class work and homework was always on time and to the highest standard. Victor was taking a real shine to Emma; she liked the fact that he was being so nice and sweet to her. 

She especially liked his smell when she stood close to him as he explained some of the things that went on around the school. It was during one particularly warm afternoon when during a science lesson all of the pupils were busily and quietly doing their work. From where Victor sat he could see under the table where Emma sat, she was only just eighteen and looked no more yet she had shapely legs. He could see them up to a few inches above her knee where the hem of her skirt started. He'd always secretly liked the way the girls dressed in St Mary's, white blouse, navy blue cardigan, navy blue skirt with a hem a few inches above the knee and white socks that came to just below the knees. It was only during his more private moments did he think and fantasise about what delights where under their skirts! And it was during these quieter moments that his fantasies occasionally aroused him to masturbation. 

Not realising it, but Victor was staring at Emma's legs. Just then she moved briefly opening her legs wide, he gasped as he caught a quick flash of her knickers, unmistakably they were navy blue and just as he caught a glimpse Emma looked up and realised what was interesting him. She immediately closed her legs together causing Victor to feel both embarrassed and guilty; fortunately no-one else was party to the incident! 

The next day Emma sat in the same seat during the Science lesson and so did Victor, during a period when everyone was quiet doing some work of their own Victor noticed out of the corner of his eye that Emma's legs were slowly opening and closing, he glanced over and she gave a little smile put her head down and continued with her work then slowly parted her legs wide again. Victor had an unobstructed view of her knickers, he could clearly see between her legs: undoubtedly navy blue knickers. No-one else in the class could see what was going on and Emma left her legs open for a good ten minutes, occasionally she would glance up and smile at Victor knowing what he was looking at! He was becoming hard at the erotic spectacle and could do nothing to prevent it. 

A lad in the class came to his rescue by asking him if he was out tonight that took his mind of Emma's knickers and allow his hardening penis to resume more decent proportions. The same incident occurred on three more occasions during science lessons over the following three days and each time Victor found it more and more exciting and more difficult to control his growing erection during each lesson. At the end of the third time of the flashing session Emma waited and handed Victor a note at the end of the lesson. 

'Meet me at the end of the rugby pitch at 5pm' it said Victor knew the rules of the boarding school, there had to be no sexual intercourse with any other pupil. He decided to meet her and explain the situation since she was new; he thought she might not know: she must not carry on conducting herself in this manner but they must also stay good friends. He walked over to the meeting place as planned. She was waiting. 

He greeted her warmly and slowly walked through the nearby trees and chatted with her about school life and her friends. 

Before he realised it they were quite deep in the nearby woods and it was getting late, dinner was at 7pm and it was almost 6pm now. 

'There's something I need to tell you Emma' he started. 

'Oh, let's sit down then' she said. 

They both sat on the soft blanket of leaves, her opposite him. As he started to talk she raised her knees right up and just slightly parted her legs, Victor could again see her knickers only this time he was a lot closer! As he tried to string together a sentence he found himself once again staring up her skirt, he saw more of her and now being closer he could see detail: the detail that he saw was her plump, pouting vagina and the indentation of her Clitoris in the centre. Her knickers hugged every contour of her sex piece, it was outlined perfectly. He was incapable of resisting her beauty any longer no matter what the consequences were and despite her being so young. 

He moved closer and kissed her gently on the lips, it lingered and lingered; and Victor's penis grew and grew to its maximum size. 

He broke off the kiss and smiled at her, brushing her long hair back he noticed how perfectly smooth her skin was, she was indeed stunningly beautiful. His hand instinctively wandered up the inside of her thigh to rest there at that place he desired so much and was staring at just a minute or so ago. He ran a finger time and again gently along the length of her girl cleft; the feel of cotton was pleasing against his fingers knowing that there was just this thin layer of a girl's most private piece of clothing between him and her most private of parts. 

Nothing was spoken, not a word. They just looked each other in the eyes. 

He kissed her again and whilst he did his hand slipped down the front of her knickers, he could feel the start of a neatly shaven pussy and then he was there! His fingers caressed and fondled her smooth, small, young pussy. It felt wonderful, it was wonderful! 

He pushed a finger into her opening up to his knuckle, she pulled away from the kiss and gasped, she felt quite tight but very wet. She wasn't a virgin but had the tightness of one, he knelt in front of her and asked her to lie on her back, and she did so without question. 

He lifted her skirt up to her waist revealing all of her navy blue knickers, for a few moments he stared at the beautiful picture of medium tanned skin against the navy blue of her underwear and the white of her socks. Then in one movement, with one hand either side of her waist band, he pulled her knickers down and clean off, lying them gently down on the dry leaves next to her. Her legs were straight along the ground and between her legs there was just a narrow slit with two plump lips either side, he parted her legs. In keeping with her looks, she even had a beautifully formed clean, plump pussy. He lay beside her and began to toy with her vagina, pushing her legs still wider gave him greater access and when he moved her outer lips apart he could see the pink opening. He had already gone too far to care about consequences; he was going to go all the way. He was going to fuck Emma so hard, Emma knew what to expect and couldn't wait. It was all a bit of innocent fun and a tease to her. She had experienced a strange hot sensation between her legs when she knew that the handsome guy she'd only met, whom she had a crush on, was looking up her skirt and she liked it! She wondered what it would be like to kiss him and perhaps to feel his hands caressing her. 

She had enjoyed it so far, despite feeling very nervous, Victor pulled his trousers and briefs down to his ankles revealing almost nine inches of thick, uncircumcised cock accompanied by a heavy, hairy sac she suddenly felt apprehensive and was just at this point when Victor realised that nothing would nor could stop him from fucking Emma.

He got up and kneeled in front of her with his cock in his hands Emma leaned close as he gripped his big dick in his fist and swayed it to and fro so that the tip rubbed along her lips. Her rosy tongue came out, and she began to lick his smooth, bulging cock-head all over.

"Ooh, baby...eyewash!" he husked, loving what her tongue was doing to him, and loving to watch it. He kept a hand around the base of his dick and moved it back and forth and around so she can get at all parts of it.

Emma licked his knob slowly and thoroughly, looking up at him with those big blue eyes of hers which are brimming with desire for him. Now she fastened her soft, moist lips onto the very tip of his dick, and she starts to suck gently, that felt so fucking good! When she reached his balls, she began to lick them all over, 

she licked underneath them, too, and that's a very sensitive place. But he was getting anxious for the real thing, "Please take my cock into your mouth, baby, and show me how much you love it." Victor whispered

now she opened her pretty mouth wide and fitted her moist lips around the fat, throbbing dick. Her lips crawled over his horny ridge and snuggled

Just behind the head. Her lips tightened there, and his cock-head bathed in the wet warmth of her loving mouth, her tongue lapped against the sensitive underside. Emma's eyes looked up at Victor. Gradually Emma began to pump her mouth on his rod. Down, up, down, up, going just a bit lower with every lunge. 

His blissfully pulsating prick glided further and further back on Emma's tongue until he felt himself bumping into her throat.

Emma opened for him as he fucked her throat now as her sucking mouth plunged almost all the way to the base of his 9-inch rod. Emma was pumping it in faster and harder until he felt a tingle in his balls and spurted hot cum into her mouth as she swallowed it all! 

He was still hard as a rock as he mounted her beautiful body and realised that she was trying to close her legs. Victor was having none of it, he pushed her legs apart lowered himself onto her and used his knees to keep her legs spread, then with one hand on his cock he guided it up between her legs, rubbing the well lubricated head up and down her cleft allowed him to part her outer lips and locate her wet opening and with a gentle push his purple knob head nestled just inside her. 

He paused momentarily and looked her in the face, she was stunningly beautiful. 

'Don't worry my love, I must have you now......... after all of the up skirt knickers teasing' She tried to plead with him: ' but Victor I'm so tight even thought I'm not virgin, I have never had a cock that huge inside me'

'Hush my love, I'm not going to hurt you ' he said trying to pacify her 

He thrust into her but it wasn't easy, she was so tight, he decided to give a few short, sharp stabbing thrusts then a harder one. 

Her eyes seemed to go huge and her mouth opened, there was a moan then she cried out in a high pitched shrill as he was pushing more and more of his hard cock deeper, deeper down her vaginal tunnel, but it was a slow, very, very slow and very tight penetration. 

Emma continued her low moaning, her vagina was stretched as wide as it could to accommodate his fat cock, but accommodate it did! Suddenly he was there, all the way inside her beautiful little body. He began to administer short, quick stabbing thrusts interspersed by one or two long slow ones, Emma was then surprised as he pulled almost all the way out then plunged back in again he did this several times as she screamed out pleasurable moans.

He surprised himself by how long he was lasting especially being that Emma was the youngest and tightest girl he had ever had sex with. Between thrusts he would stop and rest to kiss her gently around her face and on the lips, and then he would start up again six or maybe ten short, quick thrusts followed again by two very slow long ones. This was the rhythm that Victor was enjoying and managed to continue for some time. Despite being outside it was quiet, the only sounds being made was that of leaves rustling about because of being disturbed by the movement of Victor fucking the girl and the heavy breathing and long gasps from Victor accompanied with the constant moans of oh!, ah!, and other strange girly noises from Emma. 

His whole being was now totally consumed in lust for Emma, he was so happy that he had his cock deep inside her pussy and he was so happy that he was fucking her even though it was her eighteenth birthday only just a week before. Then just as he thought he was in control and could go on making-love to Emma for hours the opposite happened as an orgasm of such intensity built up it made his whole body stiffen and shake, then he bellowed out loud and squirted his hot semen in ferocious spasm after spasm after spasm of sheer ecstasy and enjoyment. 

By the time he had finished, sweating, her entire vagina was awash and flooded with his hot milky semen. Just as she felt the cum inside her, it urged her into an orgasm, she arched her back as her whole body shook, her juices poured out onto Victors dick as his cum oozed out of her from around his cock and ran down onto her anus. Slowly his orgasm subsided to a dribble then his penis began to soften and eventually he slipped out of her. His cock was hot to the touch, it felt red raw and very sore. She had been extremely tight! He lay beside her and realised that she too must be sore. 

Emma had never experienced such a fulfilling orgasm in her life. There was

Not any wasted or empty feelings after ejaculation. He was pleased he had given her pussy every last drop of his semen. 

He hugged her, and said breathlessly ' don't say anything to anyone when we get back, because you know the consequences... I think that was one of the things that made it so good, the fact that we might have gotten caught!'

Emma seemed to understand that it was not an attack on her it was Victor's expression of his love for her. And she also realised and accepted that she had a large part to play in bringing it about.



Evening Interlude



I had been in bed, trying to get some rest in the boarding house where I lived. I had just moved into the big city to find my fame and fortune, and was finding my funds were disappearing at an alarming rate. There were 4 rooms on the top floor. A couple of students in one room, a young couple across the hall and a small storage room next door. We all shared a small bathroom and had kitchen privileges as long as we cleaned up and didn't piss-off the house mother....I mean landlord. My early evening was disrupted by some sort of commotion across the hall. I slid out of bed and opened my door a crack in order to see what was going on. I sleep in the nude, and had been hovering between slumber and reality for some time. When I stood up, the first thing I needed was to pee, so I reached down and squeezed my "little friend" in order to postpone the urgency. The hall lights were off, but a warm inviting glow was coming from the couple's room across the hall.

I stood looking through the crack in the doorway and watched in amazement as the bed was dismantled, with the bedding and pillows tossed to one side, and the mattress heaved toward the doorway, folded onto itself, and the guy was doing something to the bed-frame.

There were all kinds of hushed talking going on between them, but it was not audible to me. The woman was in her early 30,s and to me she looked like an angel. She was very attractive. She had curly dark hair, and always wore a blouse and mid calf length pleated skirts. She was about 5'7" and had large breasts. 

She was a perfect match for the guy, who was 5'9" tall, very wiry, and was able to lift her and twirl her around until her skirts kited open and you could see her panty covered bottom. I had witnessed this behavior many times, usually some kind of foreplay that was followed by the relentless sound of bed springs thumping in time with the groans and gasps of the woman. My god they could fuck. Many a night I stretched my cock while they went at it. I could seldom last as long as they did. Time after time her voice would get louder and louder and then fade to nothing. Then she would start to build up again. Sometimes you could hear her begging him," Please don't stop" You would hear her voce and then the guttural sounds of enjoyment while the bed springs sang their song.

As I watched, my cock now firmly in hand, she moved over to the mattress on the floor and lay down on it and started to raise her skirt up until her pussy was exposed. I had seen her a few times before; a "chance glance" if you will, when she darted out of the bathroom late at night. There was no doubt in my mind that she was totally fuckable, but I had never really wanted her with all the lusty passion that comes from wanting a woman  This time things were very different. The exposure was enhanced by the way that she moved and teased him. 

She giggled and cooed softly, and her fur covered pussy lips started to spread slightly as she moved her legs around. 

The guy must have been about ready to "blow", because he came over and undid his belt, button and zipper, and then holding his pants with both hands, he stepped out of them, underwear and all.

They didn't remove any other clothes, but he went over to the mattress where she was lying on an angle, because it was folded onto itself, and he dropped to his knees. He then put a big gob of spit on two fingers and I watched him rub it between her pussy lips. Then he got between her legs and leaned down and began thrusting. Repeatedly he thrust his ass down and up. I couldn't see what was happening because his shirt tail fluttered over his ass.

I started to beat my meat in time with their rhythm. The pressure in my bladder was intensifying the feelings that were welling up in my balls.

What I could see and hear very plainly, was the woman moving and gasping for breath. She giggled and gasped and I could see beads of perspiration on her forehead. As he kept thrusting, the colour in her cheeks became rosy. I could hear lovely squishy sounds as their slamming bodies kept me almost in a trance.

I felt my cum bubbling up, past the point of no return. I jerked and bumped my head against the door. Gobs of gooey spunk shot on the door frame and ran down the wall. I kept stroking my cock, hoping that it wouldn't stop.

I don't know how long it was, but before too long, he heaved and then seemed to freeze for a few moments. Then it was over. He got up, reached for his pants, and went back to what he was doing on the bed. 

I looked over at the woman, all hot and sweaty with her dress pulled up on her tummy, and saw her fingers slowly stroking her pussy lips. There on the bare mattress she lay with her legs slightly spread, rubbing her cunt lips while this cream oozed out all over and ran down her crack.

I don't remember much else about that evening except I was so grateful that the door to their room got pushed shut. I had cum all over the place and now I had to piss so bad I couldn't swallow. I grabbed a towel and quickly darted down the hall to the bathroom. I lifted the seat up and hung my dick out and tried to start my stream. God it hurt. I had to piss so badly and it wouldn't start. I tried to relax and after a moment piss began to dribble out. It took a long time and I was shifting my weight from one foot to the other. I wished I could just get some relief. Then there was a soft knock on the door. "Just a minute" I called out. 

After what seemed like forever, my dick seemed to be drained and it was now shrinking to its normal resting size. I quickly wiped off the seat and wrapped towel around me as I flushed. I opened the door and looked out into the hall.

There she was, a little more composed now then what was etched in my mind, but she had changed into a robe that was loosely tied at her waist. Her boobs were clearly visible as she sashayed by me into the bathroom. As she passed me she looked deep into my eyes and blew me a kiss.



Evening Lakeside Stroll



I giggled at the sun shining in my face in the car passenger seat. How the fuck did only three beers mess me up this much? I didn't want to move and went limp like a rag doll.

"Come on. YOU wanted to go for a walk. Lets go." I heard you taunt me from the other side of the window as you opened the door. I giggled again and let you pull my arms out of the car. It HAS been awhile since I anticipated your touch that much. For good reason. But that didn't stop our dangerous thoughts.

I could walk just fine...I think. I still put my arm around your waist for support. You reciprocated, pulling me in a little closer and asking where we should go. I didn't want the sun in my eyes, so I gestured straight ahead to a little patch of woods connected to the boat dock. 

We walked along the hilly path for a few minutes. You walking in front as usual. Mostly I just walk slow, but I appreciated the opportunity to check out your ass. I wanted to sit down on a log near the water since my head was starting to spin. Looked a nice a place as any for sitting down to talk, or sober up, or whatever reason I wouldn't tell myself to justify coming here with you.

You took your sandals off and cooled your feet in the water. I sat down and rubbed my eyes, convinced at this point the beer had eroded any sense of willpower I might have had.

"What are we doing?" I mumbled to the mud with my forehead in my hands.

You came back out of the water with a sigh directed at nobody in particular, and sat down with a clear 'you know exactly what the fuck we're doing' face. I looked up and let out a frustrated groan and leaned against your chest. I shouldn't let this happen. I sat up again quickly and shook my head. It was clear you were waiting for me to make the first move - you weren't exactly stopping me from exploring every inch of your body with my eyes up to that point. 

I looked back at you and rolled my eyes. "Ok, I know. But...ugh. Give me a hug." We hugged tight and I rested against your chest again, not pulling away so quickly this time.

I don't know how many scenarios raced through my head just then - most of them titillating, a handful not so much - but my mind slowed and stopped on one. I remembered your face from just a few days prior at our friend's birthday party. Specifically, you curling your lip in our shared frustration when you couldn't fuck me senseless like you wanted to, due to the presence of our better halves in the next room. 

That frustration came back to me instantly and reminded me just whose chest I was leaning against. I looked up at you and brought my lips to yours. You started to stroke my hair, and I told you to run your fingers through it. This action sent electricity down my spine and sparked a bit a wetness as your lips started to trail down my neck. No turning back now. I leaned my head back in pleasure as I felt your lips and fingers travel up my arm.

"Nice bra" you pointed out, ogling my cleavage while trying to go under my shirt. Around this point I noticed some little shit on a boat watching us and told you to stop trying to take my shirt off. Somehow, this triggered my conscience to tell me what was up and I groaned out of frustration, laying down completely on the log, as if somehow that was supposed to convey "stop". You leaned forward over me and continued to run your fingers through my hair, effectively quashing my conscience and instead making me moan and buck my hips into you. 

This wasn't going to happen with an audience - not today, anyway. I stood up and brushed the leaves out of my hair, noticing that I was missing a cheap earring. 

"You go back with both, or you go back with none", you smiled and kissed my neck again. I wasn't going to spend more time looking through the mud with you doing what you were doing so I chucked the other earring in the leaves. 

We made our way into a more secluded area behind some trees, and I wanted to take some frustration out on you. I grabbed your neck and pushed you back against a tree and made you tell me what turned you on. I could feel your throat when you swallowed. You gave a shrug and mumbled something about wanting to make me lose control.

"Yeah?" I said, running my hand up your face and squeezing your cheeks. "How do you plan to do that?" I sneered. 

You pushed my arm aside, spun me around and pinned both of my hands up against the tree with only one hand. Your other hand immediately found its way down my pants and was getting closer to the wetness your presence was cultivating. I smiled, knowing we were both getting our way. I felt one warm finger easily slide against my clit, discovering the puddle forming. 

"That's how. Oh, look what I found." You murmured into my hair.

"Surpri-i-i-ised? Oh god, yes..." I gasped, and you answered by pushing a finger inside me.

My knees buckled but you made sure to keep me standing upright. I writhed harder when you put another finger in me, and I clenched my pussy against your hand. This only turned you on more. You buried your face in my neck, one hand still pinning me against a tree, the other frantically looking to get drenched in my tight cunt. 

You were relentless in making sure I couldn't move my arms, which forced me to push my tits against you as you fingered me. Your moved faster as my writhing got desperate, begging you to make me cum. The bark was scraping the back of my arms and hands, but the pain made me welcome the pleasure between my legs even more. I couldn't control my moaning. You were getting me close, and I couldn't stand up straight any longer. Pulses of ecstasy throbbed through me, weakening me yet making me thrash uncontrollably as you brought me over the edge. I had to stand there, released, reeling for a few seconds before I could move again.

When I was able to open my eyes, I saw you standing a few steps back, sucking your wet fingers with a bulge in your pants. I rubbed my wrists and grabbed you through your shorts. 

"You were a good boy - here's a gift." I pulled my top up and you immediately palmed my rock hard nipples. You buried your face in my tits before your hand found its way back to my still soaking pussy again. Of course you enjoyed keeping me under your thumb, so you pushed me back up against the tree. You rubbed my now less sensitive clit intensely which made me writhe even harder while you kissed my chest and neck. 

"Oh, fuck. God, yes. I need this." I could barely form the words through my clenched teeth. I bucked against your hand and wondered how I was still standing after that first orgasm. Your wet fingers found their way inside me again, more insistent this time. My legs were giving way and I was leaning sideways away from you. Your fingers fucked me furiously then - I was so close to coming - I was there. Your fingers were a wet blur inside my pants, against my clit, inside my pussy, fucking me raw. Waves of pleasure washed over me yet again and I moaned in your ear while you held me up. 

"Nnnnngh...oh...yes...I came...I came..." I started to push your arm but your fingers were still insisting on another goal. Suddenly, I felt a different twitch from deep within me and there was a wetter release. I lost control of my legs momentarily. I pushed you away one last time and you finally stopped.

"Dude." I took a minute to catch my breath and pull my pants up a little bit. The wetness was overwhelming. I guided your hand over my pants and between my thighs. Soaking wet everywhere. That's never happened before...I wanted you to feel your prize. You grabbed my thigh and kissed me as I grabbed you to return the favor. I licked my lips.

"You sure?" Your breathing got a little shallower. Did you really forget how much I love sucking cock? Especially after what you made me feel...the way you just made me cum...

"Yeah, I still want you in my mouth." I walked over to another tree, marveling at how wet my pants were, and leaned against the trunk until my mouth was at perfect receiving height. I watched you fumble with your waistband and present me with your delicious erection. I inhaled you fully and completely in my mouth as soon as I could, and backed off slowly, looking into your bewildered eyes. I finished the first stroke with a wet pop and a smile as I pulled you out of my mouth. You came back down to earth and grabbed my hair, pushing my eager face down on your cock, back and forth, sliding in and out of my throat. You relented and let me have my way some more, and I let my tongue drift all over your cock, teasingly, before I engulfed you entirely again. My mouth, my hands, your hands took turns pleasing you. 

You took over when you were close. I reached between your legs and massaged your thighs and ass, telling you what I was going to do to you next time. I don't know what sent you over the edge - the concept of 'next time', or how good it will feel to get reamed and be under my complete control. Whatever it was, you couldn't handle it anymore and you shot your hot load on my hair, face and chest. I caught the first taste in my mouth and licked what I could from my lips.

I got up and cleaned myself off with some nearby leaves. You flicked a small amount of cum off my shirt, and then checked my still soaking pants to make sure I was ok to walk in polite society. 

"I wasn't expecting that." you said, tightening your belt.

I licked my lips and smiled. "No, but it sure was fun."



Evening Light



Hello all. Again this one is a little long (in several chapters) with no immediate gratification. As always I appreciate what you think. Enjoy 

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Grace drove steadily along the open highway, gradually watching the scenery change from highly urban to the suburbs, and finally to the open green pastures of her childhood. She still couldn't believe she'd left the rat race behind. It was a huge decision, one her parents didn't support. But then again they didn't support many of her choices. Her relationship with them was strained at best. 

Grace was a school psychologist working in a busy city school district doing a job she loved. She was young though, only a couple of years out from her graduate studies. Regardless, she adored helping children and family overcome life's hurdles. Sure there were the occasional ones that didn't quite work out. But she had an unusual connection with young people and was very good at her job. Nothing could have prepared her for what happened six months ago. 

Grace was working with young girl that she could see was clearly depressed. They were making progress when the girl's best and only friend had to move to another state. This sent the girl into an emotional tailspin. Grace tried everything she could but she was very concerned about some evident suicidal ideation. She informed the school and her parents to keep their eyes open. She stressed that this girl needed psychiatric care but no one seemed to be listening. Her parents even accused her of harassment and tried to get her to stop seeing their daughter. 

Grace knew that things weren't boding well when the girl all of a sudden appeared calmer and more confident, a clear sign that she had made a plan. Again Grace tried to warn everyone and met with the same brick wall. That very weekend that girl killed herself by overdosing on her parents' old prescription medication.

The whole school community was devastated, but none more so than Grace. She wanted to scream from the roof tops "I told you so". But that wouldn't bring her back. To make matters worse her parents brought charges against Grace for failing to help her. There was an investigation and not only was Grace exonerated but her parents and school were being investigated regarding their clear negligence. Grace felt somewhat vindicated but that didn't stop her own doubts and 'what if's'. She still had nightmares.

Having had her professional and personal world dragged through the mud. Grace did the only thing she could rationalize as sane: she ran away. She applied for a position in a couple of rural schools and got the job. Then was the question of where to live. The position only afforded her two to three days a week of work so she couldn't afford much. The job was starting and she still hadn't found anywhere to live when she found a small notice in the local paper of the area. It stated free accommodation for someone that would be willing to help out with some chores on what appeared to be a horse training ranch. 

Grace leapt at the opportunity. She'd grown up on her grandparent's farm until her parents decided to move to the city but she managed to return most week ends and every school holidays. She loved being there and she loved her horse, Cloud. Her grandparents passed away when she was in her senior year and her parents didn't want anything to do with the farm so they sold it and everything on it. To this day she hoped that Cloud went to a good home. She had never quite forgiven her parents for their callous actions. She would have happily taken over the farm but she wasn't consulted.

Grace called the number immediately and spoke with a Mrs. Harding. She found out that she would be living in a converted barn that was separate to the main house. Also that she would be required to help out in the capacity of a stable hand or just odd chores. Mrs Harding sounded apprehensive, not expecting a woman to enquire. Grace assured her she had plenty of experience and was willing to work hard. Mrs. Harding said she would have to consult with the owner but didn't see a problem with her coming down to check the place out for herself.

And so Grace packed up her belongings and was on her way to the ranch that thankfully, wasn't too far from the town and the schools she'd be working in. Driving up the long drive Grace could finally see the main house. Mansion was more like it. It was huge and rustic, just like you would expect an old ranch house to be. Except that this one had a second story to go with the surrounding veranda. It seemed like a family of twenty could live in it comfortably. 

Grace didn't have a lot of time to research Evening Light Ranch so she really didn't know what to expect. She could see many other buildings nearby and wondered which one was hers. She parked her car and made her way to the front door. Before she could raise her hand to knock it was opened but a motherly looking middle aged woman that beamed at her. "You must be Grace Lancefield. Welcome to Evening light. I'm Emily Harding. Most folks around here just call me Miss Em. You must be tired dear, come in and we'll see if we can get you sorted." Miss Em said. 

Grace found herself grinning at the obvious display of good old fashioned hospitality. They made their way to a large but surprisingly modern kitchen-dining area. Miss Em busied herself with getting Grace something to eat all the while constantly chattering about Evening Light and its owner Mr Lucas Marshal. By keeping quiet, Grace was able to ascertain a great deal of information about the ranch she was hoping to make her home.

"Listening to me going on and on. Why I haven't given you a chance to get a word in edgewise." Miss Em exclaimed. 

"I enjoy listening to you talk" Grace smiled. 

"My, it's good to have another woman around the place again. Too much testosterone on occasion if you get my meaning." Miss Em chuckled and Grace laughed along with her. Just then an example of said testosterone walked in and grabbed a glass of water from the sink. Grace took a moment to openly stare at him. He was so ... male. Everything about him screamed masculinity, from the handsome features, broad shoulders, hard body and piercing green eyes that turned to evaluate her in turn. "Hello there Lucas. This here is Grace Lancefield; she applied for the part time stable hand position." Miss Em explained. 

At the mention of her and the position in the same sentence turned those green eyes black with anger. "No way, no women." He growled. 

"Now Lucas," Miss Em began but didn't get to finish. 

"No." He stated simply. 

"But, you haven't even ascertained if I can do the job or not." Grace exclaimed with her own anger mounting at his clear prejudice. He just stared at her, his handsome features livid. Sexism was one of Grace's pet hates and she often did not react well in the face of it. "How dare you dismiss me like that? I have been around horses all my life and I can ride and handle them just fine thank-you very much. I certainly know how to muck out a stable. Now I may not be able to do the same amount of heavy lifting as a man of your size but I can carry my share of the load. I will not tolerate your unwarranted chauvinistic attitude." She said with barely contained fury. 

"Oh my" whispered Miss Em. Both Grace and Lucas were staring daggers at each other. "Lucas you know you are short handed at the moment and no one else has applied." Miss Em stated quietly. Lucas appeared to think about it while looking Grace up and down like she was one of his horses. 

"OK, you can stay on a trial basis. Don't get too comfortable." He said and walked out.

Grace was fuming. The arrogance of the man. If she wasn't so desperate for a place to stay she would have told him to go to hell. "Well now dear, no one has told that boy off like that since his mama was alive. Done my heart good to hear it." Miss Em chuckled. "Let me show you to your place and get you settled in." Grace followed Miss Em to what looked like a rundown smallish barn. 

Once inside she discovered that it had been fully renovated into what amounted to a two bedroom apartment complete with kitchen and living area. Grace was grateful for the extra room so she could set up an office for her other job. "Once you're settled go and hunt down Bradley. He's the head hand and he'll go over what's expected of you." Miss Em suggested as she made her way back to the main house. Grace sighed as she sank down on the sofa. After allowing herself to feel doubt and fear for all of 5 minutes she got up to find Bradley.

The stables were modern and immaculate. They appeared to be split up into different sections she presumed for the various stages of training and breeding. Bradley turned out to be a weathered looking man of indeterminate age. "Hello Bradley, I'm Grace Lancefield your new stable hand." She said as cheerfully as she could. 

"Well I'll be ... sweet little thing like you. What you wanna be mucking crap for?" he asked good naturedly. Grace explained about her other job and needing somewhere to stay. She also explained about her experience with horses. "Lucky for you darlin' the job isn't that much. Just mucking out this section and some odd jobs as they come up. Starts at 5:30am tomorrow. I'll get one of the boys to come get you and talk you through it the first few days. Lucas is particular about the way he wants things done." He explained. Grace showed some surprise at the early start but she didn't mind too much. They chatted a little before Grace excused herself to get settled in. She decided she liked Bradley, she liked him a lot. He reminded her of her grandfather.

Grace took a quick trip into town to pick up some groceries and other necessities. As is the norm she was stared at being new and all but people were cordial enough. Back at the ranch she made several trips to unload her meagre possessions which were mainly books and resource material for her job. Once she had put everything away she made herself a simple dinner and went to bed knowing that she had an interesting day ahead.