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Fun & Games

By: funinthesun56



Let me introduce myself. My name is Ruthie. Actually, it's Ruth, but everyone calls me Ruthie except for my mother and my husband, Jonathan, when they're angry. I'm average build, almost 5'6" and 120 lbs. We females try not to talk about birthdays once we reach a certain age, so let me just say I'm still in my twenties. You figure it out. 

I'm told I have a good body. I work out, so it's in shape, at least. My breasts don't sag, and neither does my ass, and I only have the faintest, tiniest wrinkles beginning at the corners of my eyes. My hair is shoulder-length, medium brown and straight. My husband tells me I'm beautiful, but I'm pretty sure he's biased. 

Now that you know what I look like, let me tell you a little about my life. I'm married, obviously. We've been married for six years. I worked for him at a brokerage firm and we fell in love and married within a year. Lucky for me, I've never had to work again, at least at a job where you get a real paycheck. I spend my days doing whatever I want, alone or with my girlfriends. We shop, play tennis, work out at the gym, or just have lunch. It's an easy life, and I don't complain. I have no restrictions during the day. But when Jonathan comes home at night, I belong to him.

Maybe I should tell you a little about Jonathan. He's five years older than me, 6'2" and weighs 195 lbs, or at least he did when we married. I'm guessing he's put on ten pounds or so over the years, but he's never said and I've never asked. His dark brown hair has a few streaks of gray beginning to show, which on him only makes him that much more handsome. But maybe I'm biased, too. 

Everyone respects him, and everyone listens when he speaks. He has that air of authority that few people are blessed with, and he knows how to use it. I was scared to death of him on my first day of work those many years ago. As if spilling coffee on his desk wasn't bad enough, I tripped on my way out of his office and almost landed flat on my face. Talk about embarrassing! But I didn't lose my job...in fact, he evidently found it humorous. Within that first week, he started asking me personal questions and we had gone out on our first dinner date before the month was out.

One date led to another, and before you knew it, we were spending all of our free time together. When he asked me to marry him, I happily accepted. Our wedding was a girl's dream. It was huge, it took months to plan and my mother swore she aged twenty years from it. 

But you don't want to hear about my wedding, I'm sure...

Let me backtrack a little. While we were dating, I found out fairly early on that Jonathan liked things that some people would consider a little bit over and above. I had wanted him to respect me, so held out until our third date before sleeping with him. He was still interested in me the next morning, so after that, I felt free to have sex with him anytime and anywhere we could. In his office, in his car, in his box seats at the baseball stadium, in an elevator, on an airplane...well, you get the idea. He's a bit of an exhibitionist, at least with my body. He loves it when I'm naked, especially when there's a chance someone might see me. 

Let me give you an extreme example. 

One night while we were still dating, he made reservations for dinner at a small, quiet Italian restaurant on the other side of town. When he came to pick me up, I wasn't ready quite yet. I had my makeup on and hair done, but was still debating what to wear, and was wrapped only in a towel. Growing impatient at my indecisiveness, he walked into my closet, pulled out a sweater and a long overcoat, tossed them at me and told me to get dressed. 

As I reached for a lacy bra to wear with the sweater, he pulled it from my reach and told me I wouldn't need it. Okay, I could live with that, so I didn't argue. Turning back to my clothes, I reached for a pair of pants, only to have him tell me I didn't need those, either. Excuse me? He expected me to wear a sweater and nothing else? Oh, yes, I almost forgot, he had picked out my long overcoat.

Did I argue with him? No. People just don't argue with Jonathan. So I pulled the sweater over my head, pulled on the garter belt and stockings he had found, then slipped my feet into a pair of high heels and buttoned up my coat. 

I spread my legs for him in the car, letting him feel how wet I was. Driving across town, he brought me to an orgasm before we ever reached the restaurant, and my legs were still shaking as he led me inside. The cold air blew up under my coat, swirling around my legs and pussy and making me even more aware of how naked I was underneath. 

He had reserved a rounded booth in the back, and as I scooted across the seat, Jonathan told me to hand him my coat so he could hang it. That was a trick, let me tell you. I tried to sit while I was taking it off, and since no one around us was watching, I think I pulled it off without being seen. The vinyl seats were cold against my bare ass and he saw me shiver. He was sitting right next to me, his leg pressed against mine. Thank goodness there was a tablecloth so no one could see underneath the table. It was one of those red checkered ones, with the candle flickering in the center of the table. I laid the napkin over my lap.

I don't remember much of the night, other than being acutely aware of sitting in a public restaurant, with tables full all around us, and I was half naked. What I do remember is trying to slide down when the waiter came to take our order. Jonathan reached over and shoved a finger deep inside me and pushed me back up. As the waiter left, none the wiser, Jonathan told me to lean forward on my elbows. As I did what he asked, he inserted his finger into my pussy from behind and began to finger-fuck me. I buried my head in my hands, trying not to moan. Soon he replaced his fingers with his thumb, circling it around inside my pussy and getting it wet. I know I moaned out loud when his thumb pushed against the entrance of my ass, slipping in a little too easily, while two fingers buried themselves back in my drenched cunt. 

He squeezed his thumb and fingers together while they were both deep inside me, then he told me to lean back onto his hand. Whispering in my ear, he told me play with myself. Obediently, my hand slipped down and began to rub against my clit. It took all of 30 seconds before I felt myself peaking and then exploding. I know I squeezed his fingers and thumb tightly as I convulsed around them. 

When I finally drifted back to normal, he slipped his hand out from under me and ran his wet fingers across my lips. Knowing from past experience what he wanted, I opened my mouth and sucked them clean, hoping no one was watching. I tasted myself on his fingers as my tongue circled around each one. When he put his thumb in my mouth, I tasted my shit on him. It was nasty, but I knew it was what he wanted. 

The rest of the night passed in a blur, we ate dinner and left, and I gave him a blowjob in the car on the way home. 

And we were only dating.

Once we returned from our honeymoon, Jonathan no longer held back. 

We had bought a house before the wedding and he let me furnish and decorate it however I wanted, paying the bills and never questioning any expense. He was definitely a girl's dream man! 

As I unpacked our suitcases the night we returned from our 2-week honeymoon in Europe, he walked in and sat on the settee, watching me hustle around the room, sorting through dirty clothes, hanging clean ones, putting our toiletries away. When I had finally finished, he had me come sit down beside him. Snuggling up to him, I rested my head on his shoulder and thought about the wonderful life we were going to lead. I imagined an Ozzy & Harriet life...silly me.

Still, I'm not complaining. I could have left anytime I wanted, but I'm still here. And I still love Jonathan and I know he loves me.

It was that night as we sat together that he handed me a wrapped gift. Opening it slowly, anticipating something exciting like jewelry, you can imagine my shock when the only jewelry I found was a collar and leash, some handcuffs with fur, nipple clamps and a whip, along with some assorted other toys that I knew were going to find their way inside of me.

Holy shit! A morbid fascination engulfed me as I took each piece out and looked at it. Did I say holy shit? I turned to look at Jonathan, and in his eyes saw his excitement. I looked down and saw his erection straining against his pants, and immediately felt my own juices start to flow.

That night I remember clearly...

"Strip for me, Ruthie." The hand that had been stroking my arm gently shoved me up and away from him. I looked at him for a long time, our eyes communicating with each other. I knew I could trust Jonathan, so I went along with his request. 

Dimming the lights, I stood in front of him and began slowly unbuttoning my shirt, putting on a show for him, touching myself as each piece of clothing came off. I took my time when my bra fell to the floor, lifting my breasts in my hands and gently squeezing them, throwing my head back and swaying back and forth. 

I dropped my pants to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. Instead of taking off my panties, which were really just a small strip of fabric running up my behind, I turned my back to him and bent over, spreading my legs as I did and grabbing them around my ankles. I swayed back and forth a few times before standing up again and turning back towards him.

His eyes were shuttered, but I knew he was watching every move I made. God, I loved this man so much I would do anything for him.

When I finally stepped out of my panties, he motioned me forwards to stand in front of him. 

"Good girl, you did well. Now, sit down beside me and let's try out some of these things." He scooted over, making room for me again as he reached for the nipple clamps in the box. "Hold your breast out for me." His breath tickled on my nipple and hardened it as I did as he asked, lifting myself up for him. He rubbed my nipple between his fingers until it was to his liking, then placed the clamp on it.

I jerked back, the immediate pain subsiding after a moment or two into a dull throb. Tassles hung from the clamp, tickling my stomach. A chain also connected it to the other clamp, which he attached to my other nipple after having me lift that breast for him. Tugging on the chain, he pulled it tight enough that the pressure it applied was painful. My nipples were pulled taut.

"That hurts, Jonathan." I sat still, not wanting him to pull it any tighter.

"It's supposed to, love." He leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue darting into my mouth and playing with mine. I pressed into him, my arms around his neck, hands entwined in his hair, aching for him. He knew every sensitive spot I had and how to drive me crazy. His lips found the side of my neck and he buried his head there, nibbling his way up and down, as I moaned and crawled up into his lap. 

He never complained that I was leaving a very wet spot on his good pants where I was rubbing my pussy against his leg. He was kind enough, however, to relieve my frustrations by reaching down and covering my entire mound with his hand and pressing into it. I ground my hips into his hand until he began to rub and tease my clit, using two fingers to flick back and forth across it as my thighs spread open. 

"Oh Jonathan, I'm going to cum," I cried. Before I could, however, he stopped and pulled on the chain attached to the nipple clamps, sending pain rushing through me. My orgasm quickly disappeared before it had a chance to happen and I pushed back from him.

"Why did you do that? Dammit, that hurt!"

He set me from his lap, not looking concerned at all. "I didn't want you to cum yet, Ruthie. Don't worry, you will when I'm good and ready for you to." He knew me well enough to know that I'd be ready to burst soon. "I want to try out some of these other things first."

Lifting up the handcuffs, he dangled them in front of me. "What do you think of these?" he said with a wicked grin on his face. 

I could think of a lot of things to do with them, and each one made me hornier than the one before.

"C'mon, hold your hands out for me." I obediently held out my wrists, but he only snapped one on. "Stand up," he pulled me up and led me towards the bed, "and grab hold of this." He indicated one of the posters at the foot of the bed. So I wrapped my hands around the solid wood of one of the four posters on the beautiful bed I had so lovingly chosen for us. He snapped the other cuff on my hand, "Now bend over and spread your legs apart."

I tingled in anticipation, wondering what was to come. The tassels on the clamps swung back and forth with my naked breasts as I leaned over, pulling on the clamps and sending little shockwaves through my nipples and up through my entire body. I knew all it would take was a single touch from Jonathan to send me over the edge, but he didn't oblige.

Instead, I felt something touching me lightly on my ass, wondering for a moment what it was before remembering the whip. 

"Oh shit," I thought, just as it whistled through the air and landed on one cheek, sending fire spreading through me. It came down on the other side, followed quickly again and again as he raised it over and over. My ass was on fire, tears were running down my face as I stayed there, bent over, taking it. Could I really be doing this? Did I like it? Yes...no...I didn't know. I could feel the sting of each stroke clearly across my buttocks. 

I was gasping for breath when Jonathan finally stopped, tears were coursing down my face.

"It's okay, baby, you're my girl, you're okay." He soothed me as he knelt behind me, rubbing his hands softly across my spread cheeks. His lips found the tender and sore skin, kissing gently, before moving between my legs and licking the entire length of me, starting from the top of my ass all the way to my clit. He settled in there, licking and sucking on me, his nose buried in my pussy. My tears slowly dried, replaced by soft moans as I began to push back on him, rotating my hips on his face.

As he continued to nibble away at me, I felt my orgasm building again, and said nothing as it began to overtake me, afraid he would stop if I did. I came violently, crying out loudly as he lapped at me, shoving his fingers in my pussy to feel my contractions. I sank to my knees, my head buried in my arms which were still raised from the cuffs. 

Jonathan reached up and released me, my hands fell down to my sides as I knelt there, my ass still hurting, my nipples being pinched tightly, my pussy still throbbing from such an intense orgasm. 

He leaned against the edge of the bed, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, as hard as I had ever seen it, the veins prominently standing out, the head glistening with drops of pre-cum. His hand pulled my head over between his legs and he pushed his member past my lips, holding my head in place as he began to fuck my mouth. 

I had never experienced this kind of blow job before. In the past, I was always in control. Now, he was in command and he was ramming his cock into my mouth and down my throat, in and out, over and over, until I felt him swell impossibly larger before his cum began spurting, filling my mouth with the creaminess of his ejaculation. He pulled my head forward, burying it in his crotch, as he shuddered and I sucked the last drops out of him. 

And that was our first night home.

As we laid side by side in our bed later that night, he explained that when it came to our sex life, he was always going to be in charge. I was to be at his disposal anytime, anywhere, and any way he wanted me. In exchange, I had access to his unlimited funds. He pledged his fidelity to me, I did the same. 

Over the years, I honestly don't think either one of us would ever have the energy or the time to have an affair with someone else. Our sex life was active, to say the least. 

The unfolding of a typical day for us begins with the alarm sounding at 5:30am. He wakes me up and I go downstairs to fix him breakfast while he showers and shaves. By the time he comes into the dining room, his food is waiting for him, I'm drinking my second cup of coffee and waiting for him, naked of course.

He eats his breakfast while I crawl under the table, open his zipper and suck on his cock. Sometimes he cums in my mouth before he finishes eating. If not, he will pull away from me, scoot his chair back and pull me up to sit on his lap so he can fuck me. Sometimes I face him, other times I face the table and lean over it while he pounds into me. Either way, he always cums before leaving for work in the morning.

I kiss him goodbye and watch him from the back doorway as he pulls down the driveway. On nice days, I even walk him outside to his car. Remember I told you he liked taking chances that people might see me naked? I don't think anyone ever could, though. Our yard was too private.

Anyway, he then leaves for work for the day. I go back inside and shower, dressing to suit whatever plans I have made for the day. Sometimes I stay at home, working out in the yard, or cooking. I love to cook, and will sometimes spend an entire day in the kitchen. 

At least four mornings a week I go to the gym for two hours and work out. There are a lot of women there in the mornings and I've made some good friends. We often go to lunch from there, or shop together.

But no matter what I do, I am home by 5:30 pm when Jonathan walks through the door, ready and waiting for him.

I often wonder why I always comply with his commands, but remember I told you what he's like? He commands respect, and people just always do whatever he asks, including me. I suppose I could say no, but it's our own private game and he knows I like it as much as he does, so why bother arguing?

So, at his command, I am ready and waiting for him. I am stripped naked, bent over in the back hallway, with my ass in the air and waiting for him. There is a counter with cabinets along one wall, and it is this counter that I lean over. My hands reach behind me and pull myself open wide for him. I've already lubed myself in case he chooses to fuck me in my ass, which he does at least once or twice a week. 

I get in position when I hear his car come up the drive so when he walks in, all he does is drop his briefcase, open his pants and shove his cock in me. He will slam into me, working out any frustrations from the day. When he's finished, he always reaches around and works my clit, bringing me to my own orgasm. 

When I can breath again, I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him on the lips and greeting him home for the evening. He holds me, kissing me back and squeezing me tightly before I kneel in front of him and lick him clean, getting all of my juices and his cum off of him.

One time I didn't make it home before him. We had been married about six months by then. I was stuck in traffic from a major accident and by the time it cleared enough to get past, it was almost 6:00 pm. I flew into the house, dropping my purse and keys on the counter as I went in search of Jonathan.

"I'm so sorry! It was the traffic, I couldn't get here in time." I tried to explain as I found him sitting in the media room, watching the news. He didn't answer, just turned his head to look at me, and I knew I was in deep shit. "Jonathan, I'm sorry! It wasn't my fault!" I cried.

"Get down on your knees." His voice was low and angry. I dropped down immediately. "Now crawl up to our room." He pointed in the direction of the stairs across the front hallway.

I began to crawl on all fours, humiliated in this position, but no way was I going to make matters worse by not obeying. The cold marble floor in the front hallway hurt my knees as I crossed it. I could hear his footsteps behind me as I made it to the bottom of the staircase. I started climbing up the stairs, but when I reached the fifth step, he grabbed me by my hair, stopping me from going any further.


Fun and Games



It was a Saturday night and I was at an elegant little...well...big party that my friend, was hosting. She loved having little cocktail parties where everyone could dress up. Along with a full bar, she would hire a piano player and a soft casual melody would float throughout the house. All around were women in sexy little dresses and men in suave tuxes that made James Bond look like a hobo. At least, that's what the men like to think, I said to myself as one of those very gentlemen passed me, a brandy in hand, what I hoped was a gun in their pocket for ambiance, and a sorry pick-up line that he used on woman after woman to no avail. I shook my head in amusement; the things a man would do to impress a woman in a dress, right down to making an outright fool of him.

Everyone made fools of themselves at these parties, acting like someone they were not; laughing a little louder, walking a little taller, speaking with just a hint more sophistication. Emulating an importance they so desperately wanted to have. I myself can't say that I am guiltless. I certainly don't dress like this on a regular basis. With my little black satin dress (with embarrassingly low neckline and open back) and my calm expression, I felt just as fake as the rest of them; just not quite as foolish. I hated these "socials" as she called them, and really only came because she asked. For the most part, I would keep to myself off to the side and watch the rest of the proceedings.

I tore my gaze away from the humorous man to attempt to find something else worthwhile to observe when my eyes fell on an enchanting sight. This new, worthwhile subject, leaning against the wall looking just as secluded and withdrawn as I, was about 6'2" with wavy, dark brown hair and the deepest brown eyes I had ever seen on a human. He didn't have a tie like all the other men and the top button of his shirt was undone; he looked unkempt and fantastic. I smiled in approval and decided that this new character was interesting enough for me to devote some...extra consideration.

"Are you enjoying the view?"

I nearly dropped my wineglass when I looked over and saw my friend leaning in close, a sly and crooked smile accenting her slightly inebriated demeanor.

"A bit," I sighed, attempting to keep whatever "cool" I could gather after being unceremoniously spooked.

"Well, I'm glad," she replied, sloshing her drink in a mischievous fashion. "It would have been a shame if after all the trouble of getting him here if you didn't like him."

I was taken aback at this. "What do you...oh, I see: you did him, didn't you?" remembering her promiscuity.

"I resent that!" she blurted indignantly. "It was only once in college...and we were very drunk." After recovering from her mock offense, she continued, "He was John's roommate. Even in my drunken stupor, I remember that he was quite a stallion." The last part was coupled with the wistful smile of a very fond memory.

I nearly dropped my wine again. "You can't seriously mean that's Ethan?! He looked wonderful last I saw, but really now, that man over there is just too good to be him." Even as I said it, the resemblance began to present itself.

"Oh, but it is," she said, obviously relishing in my surprise. "We met a few days ago at that little café I go to every morning. We got to talking about old times and I noticed he had a keen interest in you; wanting to know how you were, what you were doing...your particular romantic status. I mentioned this party and that you would be here; so in the end, he had an invitation."

I was virtually speechless. I had always thought Ethan was a very attractive man, even when he was younger and a bit more awkward, but he had this little handicap of being aware of his handsome attributes and was incredibly cocky as a result. It was a disability that always turned me off, so I kept my distance, even amidst the prevalent sexual tension. Seeing him again churned an annoyance in my soul and a fire in...the usual place.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice my friend flag him over and before I could think of a good excuse to leave, there he was, looking like a model for a romance novel cover and still appearing to know it.

"Ethan!" she cried, a little louder than was necessary. "You remember Sarah, right?"

He seemed to study me for a moment, recognizing me, but not; looking me up and down with an uncomfortably obvious approval that, even as it sent glorious shivers down my spine, caused my stomach to churn with disgust. He never lost his confidence; that was for certain.

"How could I forget?" he said, his voice thickly coated with the famous charm that always assured him a lady companion. "It's a pleasure to finally see you again after so long," he said, taking my hand in his and drawing it to his lips for a brief, feathery kiss.

My entire body went somewhat limp when his lips brushed the backs of my fingers. His hands were rough and warm and his breath seared my skin. I suddenly imagined that mouth and those hands exploring other, more sensitive places on my body. Oh, god, it's just like college again. I exhaled quietly, trying to regain some control over my body. "The pleasure is all mine," I replied.

He smiled, still holding my hand to his lips. Though we had already been looking at each other, we actually looked in the other's eyes and stayed that way for who knows how long. His were cool, confident, and (to my surprise) older. They didn't have he look of a crazed adolescent, but a man.

While we were off in our own little world, my friend graciously excused herself to go mingle and possibly have a quickie with her husband. Ethan finally released my hand and we stood a bit awkwardly in the middle of the room, searching for something to say.

"So," he said, breaking the silence. "Does she have these often?"

"Every month or so," I nonchalantly said. "They were nice the first couple of times, but have really started to become annoying."

"Annoying?" he questioned. "I find that hard to believe."

I smiled. "Oh, it's really quite believable. The same people pulling the same bull-shit antics each time. The only excitement I get is whenever someone new comes."

"Like me, for example?"

I gave him the same once-over he gave me, my eyes racking slowly over his lean body somehow evident even when entirely hidden by a suit. My eyes came back up to his to challenge his assumption. "Oh, I suppose, but to be honest, nothing has really grabbed my attention thus far."

He closed his eyes and nodded, completely aware of my subtle challenge. He licked his lips and leaned over, bringing his face just inches from mine. For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me and my lips parted as my breath got just a little quicker. My fantasy came to a swift end when he took a detour to the left so his mouth was against my ear instead. His lips just brushed my earlobe and his breath on my neck sent electricity coursing through my body. I closed my eyes and let out a long sigh, enjoying every sensation he induced. I was so wrapped up in my euphoria that I almost didn't hear him respond to my answer in a whisper.

"Then you haven't had nearly enough to drink."

Without giving me any warning, he straightened up and put a hand on my shoulder, gently turning me around and leading me to the bar. As we walked, weaving in and out of the oblivious patrons, I was keenly aware of his finger tips making an agonizing journey across my shoulder blade, down my open back and resting on the bare small of my back. He laid his palm there, forming it to the contour of the little dip just above my ass and guided me to a cheap, expensive-looking barstool. Ethan took my hand, helped me up and ordered us more wine. He sat across from me and we inspected each other for a while, just sipping our wine and not saying anything. After about half a glass, I found my voice.

"So what have you been up to sense last I saw you?"

"Oh, I've been moving around trying to find a place for a Bachelors' in Arts and Humanities, which is no easy task. Got married, she couldn't take the instability and we divorced...after I caught her in bed with a body builder from her gym."

"Oh my," I said in shock. I felt a little ashamed because I had always believed that if anyone was going to cheat in their relationship, it would be him. Now he was the one getting bit. "I'm so sorry. When did this happen?"

"About a year ago. Don't worry, it's not nearly as bad as it sounds," he laughed. "It was over before it ever began and we both in one way or another knew it. It made breaking it off much more bearable."

"I see." I went back to sipping the sweet wine and sloshing it around in the glass.

"What about you? Is there anyone particularly significant person in your life?"

I smiled. "None for a long time."

He looked somewhat surprised at this. "Why not?"

"I just haven't had the time." I gave him a coy little smile and crossed my legs, the slit falling open to reveal a long and (after hours and hours a week at the gym) toned leg which casually brushed up against his.

"I see." He took another sip of wine, thoroughly inspecting me behind the glass. He glanced around the room quickly and brought his eyes back to mine. "You're bored, am I right?"

I was a little taken aback by his question, but I figured I'd play along. "Yes."

"And being around all these people isn't exactly helping, correct?"

"Yes..."

"Well, is there anywhere we could possibly go to...occupy our time more effectively?"

I gave him my biggest smile of the evening and stood up, taking his large hand in mine. "Do you play pool?"

A short while later, we were in the basement lounge and standing at opposite sides of a fancy pool table, sticks in hand, and being as over-dramatic and idiotic as possible.

"Are you ready to lose?" I asked in my best dramatic soap opera voice.

He simply smiled and motioned toward the table, "Would you like me to break?"

"You can break?"

"You..."

I smiled and casually made my way to stand between him and the table, keeping my eyes locked on his. I finally broke our intense gaze and turned around, "Allow me."

I backed up to give myself room to lean over and coincidently rubbed my back against his hard chest. He had taken off his dinner jacket and his strong features were no longer as hidden as before. My ass barely brushed the front of his pants, which was now growing just as hard as the rest of him. He stood completely still, save for a shudder each time he took a ragged breath. I didn't need to turn around to know that he had a hard expression on his face in trying to mask his desire. I snickered inwardly. Such a toy, the male libido.

With our bodies in a very suggestive position, I broke the formation and a striped ball went in the side pocket. The game proceeded from there in a sort of pattern; he'd get one, and then miss, then I'd get one and miss the next. This went on nearly the whole game, each time we pass each other, brushing against the other's body, watching them stiffen, their breath catch, and relax again with a wistful smile on their face. Whenever he stood on the opposite side of the table, I would bend over, a little further than necessary, and give him a generous view of my round breasts. Seeing the look of restrained hunger on his face sent shivers down my spine and filled my mind with the fantasies that were without a doubt inflicting his own.

On one such instance, I had just made a relatively difficult shot and he came to my side of the table to congratulate me. I turned to face him with a mild look of triumph on my face, but instead he came around behind me and slid a warm palm down my waist to my hip. I felt his warm breath against my neck again and closed my eyes, imagining his greedy lips in place of his breath, devouring my neck and shoulder while his hands explored me freely. Roughly turning me around to meet my own waiting lips in a wild, passionate kiss as we frantically undressed each other until there was nothing left but our two naked bodies pressed together in savage need. The thought of him taking me hard and fast against that table...

"You have excellent technique," he whispered, bringing his hand to its final resting place, just above the very spot where the sum of all my desires for this man came to congregate.

His words barely had an effect on me, so deep was I in my fantasy. "Mmm, thank you." My body was back against his again and I could feel his erection against my ass, much larger than before. The strain his pants must be putting on him... The urge to spin around and relieve him of his pain was almost too good to resist... but before I could make any decisions, he took the stick in my hand and freed it of my grasp with a gentle tug.

"I think that's enough for today," he simply said, guiding me in his intimate embrace to the rack off to the side.

"And why, may I ask, is that?" I demanded. "Could it be that I only have the eight ball to go while you still have two more of your own to get in before even attempting it?"

He spun me around violently as I laughed and held me close to him, one arm tightly around my back, pressing my entire front against his and the other bracing him against the table behind me. The intense gaze in his eyes robbing me of any sound I was capable of at that moment, leaving me with just the shallow, excited breath escaping my lungs.

My knees gave a bit and I allowed him to support my weight as we moved our faces closer, as if pulled by a magnet. We closed our eyes, letting the other senses take over. He smelled exactly like a man should; no cologne, no fancy soaps, just his pure, natural ... intoxicating scent. I couldn't get enough of the heat coming off his skin, I just ran my hands up his neck and back down into the open V his shirt created. The temptation it created, to undo each button and explore thoroughly every glorious inch of skin it revealed. Just as our lips brushed, we jerked ourselves back. It was like something out of a damn movie.

"Does this seem a little fast to you?" I gasped through my labored breathing.

Ethan tensed his jaw and jerked his head up and down. "I was certainly not expecting this when I came here tonight," he whispered. He had backed me up against the table without my realizing and had his now free hand resting firmly south of my waist.

"You're just so..." I sighed, unable to express in words how amazing he felt.

He just smiled that little half smile I wistfully remembered so well and brought his lips to mine. At first they did nothing in more than touch, each one teasing the other with gentle brushes and feathery breaths. Then they pressed together in long firm kisses, the passion and speed steadily building until we were both breathing heavily and ferociously exploring each other's bodies again. My hands couldn't take it any longer and finally started unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a beautiful, lean, muscular body. Needing to explore more of his body, my lips left his to glide down his neck to bellow his collar bone and devour his searing skin.

His hands had been busy with the bottom of my dress, working the slit up to allow both his hands access to my wobbly legs. He brought them to my hips, dragging the dress with them and slid his large palms over my shapely ass and spread my legs apart, lifting me in the air. He set me down on the edge pool table and brought my lips back to his while I wrapped my legs around his waist. Our lips molded in passion, giving and taking as they wished while our tongues danced together in our mouths, memorizing the other's shape and taste. His hands...oh, his hands. They stayed on my legs, cupping the under-sides of my thighs, teasing me with the lightest touches, his fingers brushing tantalizingly close to my moistening sex.

I finished unbuttoning his shirt and slide it off his shoulders, admiring his strong arms thoroughly with my hands. His hands stopped taunting my pussy to allow the white fabric to drift to the floor and then brought them to my hips. He dragged his hands from my hips, up my open back to my neck and undid the clasp restraining my halter top. His lips released mine and went to my neck, following the decent of the fabric from my neck to my now bare breasts. His tongue circled my right nipple as he pushed me back on the table. I moaned in agony, lightly scratching his back, running my fingers through his hair and arching my back to offer my aching breasts to his mouth. He avoided indulging my need for his mouth to savagely feast on my breasts and his tongue just continued to circle my nipple while he pulled my dress the rest of the way off.

"Please..." I begged over and over while doing everything in my power to guide his mouth to my hardened nipple. He looked into my eyes and smiled at the strain in my face and finally covered the tip of my breast with his mouth and I sighed in ecstasy. He rolled my tight nipple between his lips and teeth while his other hand imitated their actions on my other breast. I writhed and panted under his heavenly ministrations. He brought his mouth lazily over to my other taught nipple to tug and suck on it with just as much calculated skill as with the other. My hips wiggled beneath his stomach, fueled by the unrelieved need building up in my yet unsatisfied pussy. My fingers were starting to tug on his hair in a testament to my growing frustration.

He pulled away from my breasts and tightening grasps to stand against the edge of the table and admire his work with a confident smile. I can only imagine how I looked to him. My hair was no longer neatly pilled on my head with pins, but now only half up with large messy chunks draped across the green table top. My face and chest felt as though they were on fire, surly meaning that they were deeply flushed. My clothing had slowly dwindled down to my soaked lace panties and thigh-high nylon stockings. My legs were still spread far apart and I am positive that my panties shifted to one side as my hips writhed about. My pussy lips were clearly visible, slick and swollen, begging for Ethan to give them the same lavish attention that he gave my heaving globes.

His eyes lingered there the longest. He seemed to stand there for hours just drinking in the sight of my lower lips open and wet, waiting impatiently for him. His hands had been resting on my knees while he inspected me, but I now felt them travel up my thighs and drift between my legs to my pussy, easing them further apart as he went. I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply when his thumbs first brushed my swollen lips. He taunted me again, tracing my outer lips with out delving into my aching pussy like I needed. He slowly worked his way inside my intimate folds, watching the reactions on my face rather than the art he was performing.

My mouth was open, gasping for air and emitting strangled groans of protest to his slow, torturous digits. My arms had risen above my head and grasped the other edge of the table, doing what they could to relieve some of the tension building in my body by squeezing the hell out of the polished wood. When I finally get my hands on him, I thought, I will make sure that he suffers just as much as I have!

When his thumbs finally reached my pulsing clit it was as though an explosion took over my body. I did not orgasm, but it was like a damn was broken, releasing the pleasure that had been stored there and sending it in a mass flood to the rest of my body. I cried out as he circled my clit, increasing pressure as my back arched further and further. I moaned with absolute abandon, grinding my greedy pussy into his hand, completely ignoring the look of satisfaction plastered all over his face. His other thumb had been running along my entire slit while his other showed my clitoris the meaning of "pleasure". He inserted a finger into my dripping hole and my pussy immediately tried to draw it into its depths. His finger began to move in time with his thumb and I gasped each time he drove his finger into my pussy with an extra hard push from his thumb in my clit. My juices were flowing freely from my hole and dripped down my ass. I matched his tempo and fucked his finger, even more wildly when he inserted a second. I could feel the monster in my gut growing and rattling its cage, itching to be unleashed.




Fun and Games



"Ethan!" I gasped, "Oh god, Ethan, I'm going to cum!"

He pulled his fingers out of my hole and pulled my head up to swallow my scream in a lust-filled kiss. My fingers dug hard into his shoulders as my body locked in orgasmic shudders. I felt my juices gush out of my pussy and pool on the table. As I came down from my high, I returned his kiss forcefully, tasting his sweet lips and tongue while he lowered me back to the table.

We broke apart gasping (myself especially) and he stood back to inspect me again, propped up on my elbows. His eyes bored into mine forever, allowing me a chance to recover. I looked at the tension in his face. His eyes were intense and his jaw line was tense from holding himself back. He had his hands braced on the table, almost like he was about to pounce. I couldn't help but smile. He was being so considerate of my needs.

My eyes traveled down his lean body to the front of his pants. The bulge was considerable and had been sorely neglected in all the excitement. I began to fantasize about him again, imagining his hard, round cock waiting for me. I wanted to wrap my hands around it and lick the engorged head, tasting his delicious cum...

My breathing had quickened as I stared at his erection beneath his pants and I licked my lips. He smiled and undid his belt at my obvious lustful cues. I sat up and braced myself on my hands, completely mesmerized. He undid his pants and let them and his underwear drop to the floor. He stepped out of them and his shoes and socks, to stand completely naked before me, but I wasn't really paying attention to that. Before me was his cock; erect and proud, waiting for me just like I imagined.

It was the perfect size, big enough to take my breath away, but not unnecessarily so. It nearly reached my pussy between my outstretched legs. I sat up straight and reached out, a bit more tentatively than I meant to. So smooth and warm. The tips of my fingers caressed the silky rod before me first. Tracing little designs along the rigid member, I paid extra attention to the large head. I wrapped my hand around his cock and circled my thumb around the tip. He was already starting to leak precum and I covered my thumb in it. It was so warm and tempting; I couldn't help myself. I brought my thumb to my lips and sucked, thinking about his cock in place of my finger. My pussy started throbbing again and my ass shifted around on the table.

When I opened my eyes again, Ethan looked like he was in pain. His cock had nearly risen to his belly and seemed even larger than before. "Sarah..." he managed through his clenched jaw, "you're not helping."

I smiled coyly, leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Only briefly pausing to look in his eyes (which radiated something that resembled hate), I got onto my hands and knees and spread my legs, shivering when my lower lips came apart. I lowered my head to his rigid member and daintily brought my tongue to its tip. I heard him inhale above me and his hands came to my head. As he took out each of the remaining pins, I licked his entire cock, base to tip, leaving not a single bit of velvety skin untouched. He tasted warm and salty and his male scent was even stronger. I could still hear him above me. His breathing was getting heavier and I low growl would bubble in his throat each time my tongue traveled agonizingly slow up the underside of his erection.

I finally slid my lips over the sensitive head and, with my tongue pressing firmly against the very tip; I began to suck on his beautiful cock. My own crotch had grown very frustrated during all this and I couldn't help but bring a hand to my wet lips and touch myself. My moan was stifled with his cock in my mouth, but that did not matter. I began to inch my lips slowly down his cock, bringing more and more of his manhood into my greedy mouth. His hands had finished taking the pins out of my hair and now held my head to subtly guide me down his length. I kept going until I couldn't fit any more of him in my mouth and wrapped my nimble fingers around the rest. I slid my lips up and down his velvet rod while my hand squeezed the base. My thumb traced little circles underneath his cock and every time my lips reached its head, my tongue would swirl around the end, giving it an extra hard suck before I continued.

His hands were starting to grab at my hair forcefully, getting even more insistent as my speed increased. He only excited me further when little groans escaped his throat and the hand massaging my pussy became more frantic. Faster and faster I went, my head bobbing at a speed I didn't know I was capable of. My hand had gone form light squeezing to jacking off the rest of his member I could wrap my lips around. He had large amounts of my hair balled in his fists and yanked my head up painfully.

His movements were so sudden and harsh that they left me momentarily disoriented. Before I could firmly grasp what was happening, he lifted me by my arms and sat me on the edge of the table. As he kissed me roughly, he ripped my panties off and drove his cock into my wet cunt. I gasped aloud, but his lips smothered my own and drank any sound I made.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to match his swift pace. He buried himself to the hilt each time he thrust into my tight pussy and somehow managed a frantic pace that would have left me in awe if I had been capable of thought at that time. My arms were wrapped around his back and my fingers clutched his shoulders as I pulled myself into him, using all my strength to match the power of his thrusts. His rough hands grabbed my ass and enthusiastically helped. Our sweat-soaked bodies slid together easily and each time our hips met, little moans and grunts accented the sounds of our torsos slapping together; mine were high and breathy, like little squeals of hunger and delight while his were low and carnal, more like an animalistic growl that elicited images of a crazed lion attacking his prey.

I could feel my own animal inside rattling its cage again and through heavy lids I could tell the same was true for him. My pussy started to flutter and grab desperately at his cock and my body grew rigid. His fingers dug painfully into my ass as I came and he fucked me harder and faster than I thought I ever had before. A guttural scream built in the back of my throat and came out with nearly as much force as my orgasm had.

I came for a long time, almost as thought my body was waiting until he was done for me to be allowed to breathe. It was magical, the moment I felt his body go rigid and his hot seed fill my cunt. He pumped his cock in my pussy until I milked out every drop and finally stopped. I gasped when my orgasm ended at last and my body instantly went limp. Ethan shook violently and leaned his full weight against me. We stayed in each other's arms for support until the chorus of our panting was interrupted by a rich, exhausted laugh.

"I thought about you and I a lot in school, but that was... I never would have believed it."

I just smiled and laid my head on his should. "It was a long time coming, wasn't it?"

He just kissed my neck and shoulder in response and pulled his softened member out of my raw pussy. I had a feeling that I was going to feel this in the morning, but I didn't really care. It had been a while since I last got that kind of attention and I wasn't about to regret it.

We ended our embrace and he gingerly lifted me off the table and set me on the floor. I kissed him softly on the cheek before he let me go and I started to wander around the table and look for my clothes. My dress was in a pile off to the side and I picked that up happily, but my panties were another story. I held them up to him, making sure the large rip making them not wearable was clearly visible. He had already gotten his pants on and was sitting on the lounge chair working on his socks and shoes. He beamed at my ruined panties, but still apologized.

"Sorry about that. I got a little excited," he chuckled.

"Oh, it's quite alright. They were only $47.99 on sale."

"Why do you beautiful women insist on buying expensive underwear when you know that one day a man is going to come along and tear them off you?"

"Unfortunately, you sex-crazed men fantasize about the expensive underwear," I replied, wiggling into my dress. I hooked the straps around my neck and started trying to gather the pins for my hair. Ethan had finished dressing and sat back on the couch, staring at me.

"You said that Kathy has these often, right?"

"Every month or so," I said with a few pins stuck in my teeth. I tried to do what I could with my hair to keep it from being completely obvious that we had just hooked up like a couple of horny teens in a basement.

He continued looking at me thoughtfully and shook his head. "Well, that's much too long to wait to see you again." He stood up and walked over as I stuck the last couple pins into my half decent up-do. "I'd like to see you again before that."

The smile that crept across my face was filled with every devious intention that could come to a woman's mind when she realizes that there is a sexy man who wants to "see" her again. "I would be more than happy to see you again."

His smile mirrored my own and only grew more suggestive when he said, "I think it would be best if you forgot about underwear altogether then."



Fun and Games



We are on our way to a house party. I'm not sure of the reason for the party or who exactly invited us. But a party is a party. A good excuse to dress up, have a drink and a dance. You are driving looking extremely sexy as usual. Although I'm not sure how you can concentrate on driving when I'm caressing your hard cock. I've just been telling you how much I love you fucking me and decided I needed to touch you. I was very pleased to find that my words had been turning you on. I move my hand up and down your long shaft.

"I can't wait to feel this piece of meat filling me up!" I tease.

We arrive at the house, the party is already in full swing; music blaring, people chatting outside the front of the house in the warm summer night. Once inside we greet a couple of people we hardly know before finding a drink. I notice I'm getting some appreciative glances from a few of the handsome men. I know how sexy I'm looking tonight. You picked out the short, black strapless dress that hugs my figure. My knee high boots add to my sex appeal. I haven't told you that I'm not wearing any underwear - that's for you to find out later. I'm feeling horny knowing how much it will turn you on when you discover my little secret.

We start chatting to a couple of guys - Tom and Jake. I'm feeling a little tipsy after a few drinks and can't stop myself from flirting with them. You don't seem to mind and when you've excused yourself to go and get another drink Jake asks if I'd like to dance. How could I refuse an offer to dance with this sexy man?

We make our way to the dance floor outside by the pool. He holds me close as we gyrate to the pumping beat. He's caressing my neck and back, causing my breathing to quicken. I can feel his cock is hard as he presses up against me, my pussy starts to tingle with desire. I see you watching us with a sexy smile, enjoying seeing another man in an intimate dance with your wife. 

After our dance, Jake and I make our way over to you.

"Your wife is a great dancer!" Jake exclaims. "Thank you," he whispers in my ear as he runs his hand over my arse before kissing my cheek and walking away.

"Tell me how it felt to be dancing so close to another man," you demand.

I admit that feeling Jake's cock pressed against me has made me horny. We kiss passionately, tongues entwined as you caress my body like Jake just did. You run your hands over the fabric covering my breasts and I feel my nipples harden under your touch. As you press against me I feel your cock harden. The feel of it through your trousers is enough to make me moan gently in anticipation of taking its hardness inside me later. You run your hand up the inside of my thigh, under my dress. You give a surprised smile as you reach the top of my thigh and realise I'm not wearing any knickers.

"Naughty girl!" you reprimand as you rub your fingers over my clit, causing me to gasp with pleasure. "You're going to pay later for being such a tease."

"Oh, really!" I reply, the suggestion of a punishment turning me on even more. You kiss me again as you remove your hand from under my dress.

"Let's get another drink," you say, disappointing me that you don't continue your caresses.

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We decide to explore the house to see if anything interesting is happening. After getting another drink we come across a few people playing cards in a small study off the hall. They are playing for money and after one guy wins quite a lot most of them give up and leave the room; only Tom, Jake, you and I remain.

"Do you want to play?" asks Tom.

"I don't have much cash on me," you reply. "But we could make things more interesting and play for forfeits," you suggest, giving me a wink.

We've played for forfeits at home and have often talked about playing with others but it's something we've never had the chance to do before.

"Sounds interesting, let's give it a go," Jake says.

We decide that the forfeit for the loser in the first few rounds should be to remove an item of clothing. Knowing I'm wearing so few clothes, I'm hoping I won't be unlucky. But the thought of being naked in front of three men is turning me on.

After four rounds Jake is down to his boxers and you and Tom have just lost your shirts. I've been fortunate so far. It's decided that this is the last round in which am item of clothing is removed. After that it's forfeits. I'm unlucky this time. I suppose I could have offered to remove my boots but it would make things more interesting if I remove my dress!

I walk over to you and ask you to undo the zip at the back of my dress. You have a sexy glint in your eye, knowing that I'm about to expose my naked body. You kiss me passionately as you unzip me and push down my dress. I pull away from you and I can feel three pairs of eyes on me as you all feast on the sight of me dressed only in my boots. I'm feeling horny as I know how tempting I must look; my breasts firm, my nipples hardened by my arousal, my shaved pussy looking very fuckable. I return to my seat and we play the next round.

My winning streak has disappeared. You suggest that my forfeit should be to suck a cock for one minute. Hardly a forfeit in my mind, but I, of course, agree. I'm feeling dizzy with the anticipation of hopefully sucking another man's cock as a bottle is spun to decide who the lucky man will be. The bottle lands on Tom. He pushes his chair back from the table and I kneel in front of him. I can see his cock is hard already as I undo his trousers and release it. I bend over and start to lick the tip of his cock, enjoying the taste. I take his length deep in my mouth, making him moan. Feeling his hardness in my mouth is amazing. I'm feeling so turned on, my pussy feels like it needs a good , hard fuck.

"Time's up," Jake says and I reluctantly give one last suck before returning to my seat.

"That was incredible!" says Tom gratefully. I look over at you and can tell by your smile that you enjoyed watching me pleasure another man.

Jake loses the next round; his forfeit, decided by you and Tom, is that he has to play with my breasts for one minute. 

"Call that a forfeit!" Jake smiles as he approaches me. 

His huge cock is hard, straining against the fabric of his underwear. His hard body looks amazing. He kneels before me and starts to caress my breasts. He gently rubs and pinches my hard nipples causing shocks of pleasure to dart down to my pussy. He takes one of my aroused nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it as he continues to caress the other with his fingers. I look into your eyes and can see that you're turned on at the sight of me enjoying another man's touch. I close my eyes and moan softly as Jake takes my other nipple in his mouth. I'm disappointed when the time is up.

"Damn, I was enjoying that!" Jake grins.

"Me too!" I giggle.

I lose the next round, and for my forfeit you use an abandoned tie to blindfold me. I have to suck a cock and get fifteen seconds to guess who's it is. If I don't guess correctly I have to continue for another minute. I kneel down, awaiting my cock. I hear someone approach and then feel a cock against my lips. I flick my tongue over the tip, tasting a cock I know I haven't had before. I suck greedily while I imagine what it would feel like to have such a huge cock in my pussy.

"It's Tom," I lie when time is up.

My blindfold is removed and I look up to see Jake standing in front of me. I smile and take his gorgeous cock into my mouth once more and continue with my oral caresses for another minute.

"Your wife's great at giving blow jobs," Jake says to you.

"Fantastic!" you agree with a laugh.

We continue with game and I lose again; I'm sure it's a fix but don't care. You decide I should play with myself. I stand up and lean against the wall. I run my hands suggestively over my breasts, pinching and rolling my hard nipples between my fingers. I slide one hand down over my flat stomach to my pussy. I caress my clit, closing my eyes, lost in the pleasure. I slide my fingers over my pussy lips before plunging them into my hot hole. I'm so, so wet, so turned on. I hear movements in the room but keep my eyes closed, concentrating on the sensual feelings coursing through my body. I feel a presence before me and open my eyes to see you standing naked in front of me. I pull you towards me and kiss you deeply.

"You're such a tease," you say. "Do you want a hard cock in you?"

"Oh, yes!" I say with a wicked look in my eyes. You pick me up and lie me on the table, scattering the cards.

"I guess the game is over then," I say.

"It's only just begun!" you smile.

You part my legs and start to lick my pussy. You suck on my clit, making me moan. I gasp as Jake touches my nipples, before taking one in his mouth, licking and sucking at it. I see Tom watching and reach out to stroke his cock. I feel so naughty and horny as your tongue probes my pussy.

"I need a cock in me!" I declare.

You look up at Tom, inviting him to fill me first.

"Oh yes," I moan as he enters me easily, my pussy wet and hungry to be fucked. You kiss me before offering your big, hard cock to my mouth. I suck you zealously while Jake continues to play with my breasts and Tom fucks me. His cock feels fantastic inside me. Jake stands back, wanking his huge cock while watching my pussy being filled.

"Your such a horny fuck," Tom compliments me as he pulls out of my pussy and spunks over my breasts.

"You want another cock, don't you?" you enquire of me. I nod and you turn me over on the table.

Jake stands behind me and rubs his fingers over my clit and briefly pushes his fingers deep into my wet pussy before his huge cock stretches me wide. I look into your eyes and moan with the pleasure of feeling Jake's hardness inside me. I suck on your cock as Jake thrusts in and out of me. My pleasure mounts towards ecstasy. Jake caresses my clit with his fingers as he fucks me with wild abandon. I tip over the edge and cum hard , my pussy pulsing around his hard cock as my moans are lost as I continue to suck your hardness. Jake pulls out and his warm spunk covers my arse.

You kiss me deeply and guide me off the table and onto the floor. You take a nipple in your mouth causing me to moan and gasp. You hold me down and slowly slide your cock into my stretched pussy. You fuck me slowly at first, teasing me.

"I want it harder!" I demand.

"You've been such a dirty girl tonight," you say. "Not sure you deserve to get what you want."

"You love watching me have hard cock filling my pussy, you love how dirty I am. You love me having my pussy pleasured," I gasp, desperate to be fucked hard.

You start to fuck me roughly and I feel my pleasure building again. Tom is wanking his cock while watching us fuck. Jake caresses my breasts again. You're fucking me harder than ever. My body trembles with euphoric bliss, it's almost torture it's so good.

"Oh.. God...Oh...Oh, yes!" I moan as I cum loudly as you spunk deep inside me. 

"You are amazing!" you say with a smile in your eyes and I can sense your delight at having shared me. "I think I can say that a good time was had by all," you add noticing Jake's and Tom's satisfied expressions.

My body is exhausted but I feel fantastic as you kiss me tenderly. I feel an excitement at the thought of many more fun times we will share together...



Fun and Games



I must thank a reader that contacted me. He is the inspiration for this story and gave me some wonderful ideas. 

I also want to thank my friends who read and gave me editorial feedback as I prepared to submit this story. Thanks - T - you are awesome!

I hope you enjoy the story. Please vote and leave comments. Tell me things you like or what you think could have been better.

And - as always - may life leave you...Breathless.

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Bryan lay across the bed, his long frame reaching from one end to the other, his feet hanging off the end just a bit. He smiled down at the woman that he had only met days before, and grinned, feeling yet another stirring from his mid-section.

His chocolate brown eyes met hers and they locked, each taking the other in. Finally she spoke.

"Truth or dare?"

He laughed. 

"Really? We have this hotel room for one night, and you want to play truth or dare?"

She grinned and nodded. 

"Yep. That is what I want. You game?"

He laughed again and nodded.

"Ok. I'll go first. Ask me a truth. I'll ease into the other stuff."

She rolled over on top of him, so that her naked breasts were resting on his hips and her body was between his muscular thighs. She put her hands on his stomach and then rested her chin on them as she looked up at him.

"Have you ever had a threesome?"

He shook his head no and she felt him stir under her. It was a wonderful feeling.

"Have you?"

Zoe laughed and shook her head. 

"You want to know, you have to ask me truth or dare."

"Fine," he said, laughing now, watching how her mouth looked when she smiled.... The row of perfect white teeth, the hint of her tongue.

She felt another stirring under her and shifted, rubbing against him.

"The question?"

"Oh.. yeah... the question. Ok. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Have you ever had a threesome?"

Zoe grinned, knowing the question was coming.

"Yeah. But it wasn't that great. One of the guys was too drunk. We had all been drinking a little, but he had indulged too much. Still, without some of that liquid courage, I don't think any of us would have been game for it."

Bryan pictured her with two other guys and his cock jumped. He knew she had to feel that, lying where she was. Still, he couldn't help it. The images that came to mind.... Mr. Happy jumped again.

"Truth or dare?"

Her question brought him out of his thoughts and he looked at Zoe again.

"Wait! Can't I get more details than that? I want to know what all you did."

Zoe nodded. 

"Ok, just this once, I'll give you a bit extra. Now...picture this...."

She grinned and licked her lips.

"We are out at the lake, lying on a blanket in the grass. Stars and moon are out and it is kind of bright, even though we aren't anywhere near a light. I'm on my back, one guy kissing me and playing with my nipples. He hits all my favorite hot spots 'cause he and I have been together before. He knows I get so wet when a guy kisses my neck and ears. So, he is busy making me very happy while the other guy is fingering me. Unfortunately, he is all over the place... not doing a great job. I was too young and nice to tell him to do it right or not bother at all. So, we are all getting pretty excited and then, BAMM! – he is ready to go. So, we move around and I'm blowing the guy that was just playing with my tits and ears and the other guy is slamming into me. It felt really great, but was over way too soon, if you know what I mean. We let him go sleep while my friend and I finished each other off. It was still a good night. But, if I was going to do it again, I'd plan a bit better."

She leaned up against his growing bulge beneath her, Zoes eyes focused on his. 

"I'd be much choosier about who my other two were. And, heck, I might even be open to more than two. Just as long as everyone gets plenty of quality time. Now, truth or dare."

Bryan swallowed hard, thinking about the images she had just created. He was going to have to get things fired up soon. Already he was aching for more than just the touch of her lying across him.

"Dare this time."

"Mmmm... sounds good." She shifted a bit as she thought, then grinned. "Ok. I can tell you are already a little, umm, happy." She shifted again, rubbing against his growing cock. "So, what I want to do is watch you enjoy yourself. Arouse yourself even more. Make it really uncomfortable for me to stay here, without getting impaled."

Bryan grinned at the challenge and started to reach for her ample nipples that were so close. 

"Uh-uh. I didn't finish. You can't touch me... or Mr. Happy here. So, just think of things and rub other parts of your body. But no touching the two of us. You have two minutes. Begin...." She glanced at the alarm clock by the bed. "now."

He paused for a moment, as if trying to decide where to start. Then he moved both hands to his chest, his fingers trailing softly over his nipples. She watched as they seemed to pucker just a bit, which made her own nipples grow harder.

Bryan closed his eyes and there was a smile that slowly spread across his lips. She could tell that he was thinking of something wonderful because his dick stirred again under her. One hand moved from his chest and up to his neck, the finger trailing along his shoulder blade and the back over to his neck and up to his ear. He rubbed lightly for just a moment, then his hand began a journey downward, running back across his chest, teasing his nipple again as he trailed over it. Moving further south, he detoured from his torso as he reached her breasts and he continued down his side and then to his hips. Lifting up a bit, he continued along the outside of his thighs as far as he could reach.

He moaned slightly as his movement caused her to shift, rubbing his now erect dick with her ribs. 

"God that feels good," he whispered, moving his other hand from his chest and trailing it down to his other thigh. Bending both legs, he could reach further down and now underneath slightly. She shifted again. More pressure on his dick. He moaned.

"Now, no far using me to touch Mr. Happy."

Bryan didn't open his eyes, but he laughed.

"I'm just doing as I was told. Not my fault you are there, moving around on me. Not that I'm complaining, mind you."

"Well, you have another 30 seconds or so. And, you are making me really hot. This is sooo sexy to watch. I know now where I'm going to attack you later."

His dick twitched hard and his eyes opened and looked up to her.

"I look forward to it."

"I can tell."

He laughed and closed his eyes again, keeping his legs bent, but moving his hands back to his neck, slowly trailing his fingers back up and teasing as he went.

"Ok. Time is up. You can stop now."

"Do I have to?"

"No. But, certain things are back on the menu now. Up to you what you touch."

Bryan's eyes opened and he grinned at her. His hand went to her face and he caressed her cheek.

"I like that," he whispered softly to her.

"And I love that the first part of me you wanted to touch was my face."

He rubbed his palm against her cheek and sighed. She was beautiful.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare this time."

Bryan's face lit up as he heard the words. What he had just been thinking about, now she would do.

"I want you to slip your fingers between your legs. Slide between those slick folds and into your hot pussy. Slip your finger in and out, get it really wet for me. Then, taste yourself. Describe it for me."

"I've never done that before."

"Good. Then this will begin our night of many more firsts."

She grinned at him and rolled over to one side, his hard dick springing forward a bit as she moved. She watched it twitch and she grinned, wanting to reach out and lick it, suck it, make him moan even more for her. But, that wasn't her dare.

Two fingers slid down her body and between her legs. He moved so that he could watch her better.

Zoe moaned slightly as her fingers grazed her clit and her hips thrust forward by instinct.

"You already have me so wet and horny."

"Good. Now, rub those fingers around. Let me hear the squish as you slide within those delicious lips and up into your pussy."

She grinned at him and did as he requested. The slick sound of fingers gliding along her folds was quiet, but powerful. Into her awaiting hole slipped her fingers. A low moan escaped her lips as Zoe moved them around. The sounds were slightly louder as her fingers rubbed against the moist walls and one another. A whimper filled the air between them as her hips bucked again, moving like they had a mind of their own.

Pulling her fingers from deep within her juicy snatch, she held them up for him to see. They glistened, coated in her natural juices. 

"Now, put them in your mouth and suck on them. Suck the goodness from them."

His dick jumped at the idea and she grinned as she moved her fingers to her mouth. Her long pink tongue moved from between her lips and cautiously touched the fingers. She licked softly and then her tongue returned to her mouth. 

"Not bad."

"Stop stalling. Suck 'em."

She looked up at him, their eyes locking for a moment as she made an 'O' shape with her mouth and then slid her fingers in, treating them like a dick. She sucked and watched as his focus moved to her mouth. He watched as she slipped them in and out, her tongue licking the nectar from her fingers. His dick jumped and now a glob of precum pooled on the head.

Pulling her fingers from her mouth, she held them up for him to see. They were wet, but sucked clean of her juices. He groaned with lust.

"Truth or dare?"

"Not yet. What did it taste like?"

"Oh...hmmm...well. You always want more, don't you? I'm going to start getting yours in writing." She grinned and then brought her fingers back to her mouth. She smelled them and licked again, though there was nothing really for her to taste. It was more as a tool to help her recall the flavor. 

" I don't know how to describe it. A tangy citrus maybe? Not what I expected, but it was ok. I could see why some really like it."

He grinned and licked his lips, his tongue wanting a chance to taste her as well. "Now, truth or dare?"

"I want to play a different game."

"Oh? And what would that be," she asked, trying to look innocent as she adjusted herself back between his legs, his dick sliding in between her breasts.

She looked down and saw the treat... his nectar... still waiting for her to enjoy. She dipped her head and stuck her tongue out, licking the slit and gathering the precum on her tongue. She looked up at him and grinned as he shivered and his cock jumped. Her tongue disappeared back into her mouth and she closed her eyes, savoring the bit of flavor. It was salty, but sweet. A wonderful mixture.

Before she knew what was happening, Bryan had pulled her up closer to him, and began tickling her ribs and down her back. He cupped her ass and shoved her upward even further, so that he could nibble on her neck and then down to her free-hanging breasts, the nipples now just inches from his face. His tongue darted out and he flicked one.

Squealing, she giggled and began to squirm, slipping from his grasp. She loved to play physically, wrestling and tickling and attacking her lover. At almost 5'11, she was not a tiny woman that he could control easily. Pushing herself back down, she slid her wet pussy lips down his torso until her butt hit is dick, still standing proud and thankful for the attention, intentional or otherwise.

Working hard, she managed to get his arms pinned with her hands and lay her body down against his, her breasts now pushing into his chest.

"I got ya," she said, still giggling.

He thrust his hips upward and his dick slid against her ass cheeks.

"Maybe I have you."

"Maybe we have each other. But, you can't just have me so easily. I'm going to make you work for it. You are my slave now. Imagine your hands locked in place... chains so heavy you can't move them."

To illustrate her point, she pushed down on each arm, signifying that they were 'locked' in that position. Her eyes met his and she knew that he would play along. She let go of his arms, cautiously, in case he decided to cheat. However, there was no sign of that and she sat all the way back up.

"Are those chains going to hold you?"

"Yes. I can't budge."

He pretended to try to move his arms, but they stayed pressed firmly into the bed.

"Good. Now, to finish the job."

She climbed off of him and grabbed one leg, then the other. Soon he was 'chained' in place, his limbs making an 'X.'

"You are to call me Mistress and I can do as I wish to you. You must obey me, or suffer the consequences. Do you understand me, slave?"

He nodded.

She slapped his thigh.

"I just said to call me Mistress. Can't you get this right?"

"Yes, Mistress. I cannot move and I must do as you ask."

She rubbed his thigh and then slid back into her original place between his legs.

"You are a good boy, and you deserve a reward. Enjoy this for me, slave. But, you may not cum yet. Not until you make me cum."

And then she began to devour his cock.

She started with the balls, licking them and sucking them softly into her mouth. Her agile tongue explored each one, swirling around the sac and enjoying the texture. She loved to hear his groan of pleasure.

Moving so that she was on all fours, she put a hand on each side of his hips and then moved her mouth so that she was able to easily raise and lower her mouth onto his swollen dick.

Playing with him first, teasing him and watching him jump at her touch, she licked and flicked his dick with the tip of her tongue. As if he were a melting ice cream cone, she changed tactics and began long, broad licks, her tongue flat on his cockhead. She licked and slurped, making sure that none of the imagined ice cream was escaping.

She looked up and saw his eyes. He was watching her every move and had a huge grin on his face.

"You like this?

"Yes!"

She stopped and sat up.

"What was that?"

"Yes, Mistress! Mistress.... Yes, Mistress, I love it."

She grinned and went back to work, this time taking the whole cockhead into her mouth and beginning to suckle it. He moaned and tried to thrust his eager dick into her mouth. She quickly pulled up and swatted his thigh.

"You are not allowed to move, slave. Try that again and you will suffer the consequences."

He nodded and pushed his leg deeper into the bed, willing himself not to do anything that would stop her.

Going back to work, she now began sliding down his engorged shaft. Licking her lips and his cock, she worked her way down, sliding slowly, then back up, then down further, then back up until she was finally tickling her nose with his pubes as she reached the base. His cock head was deep down her throat, which she loved. Moving her head back and forth, she massaged the cock head with her throat muscles and heard him moan deeply as the pressure changed and flexed on his dick.

"God, that feels good."

She stopped.

"Mistress! It feels good, Mistress."

She began again and had to suppress a laugh as he moaned.

Really into it now, she attacked his cock with energy and excitement. Enjoying the tease as much as the actual deep penetration as his cock filled her mouth and throat, she spent time on his balls, licking and flicking them with her tongue. She sucked them, taking each into her mouth carefully and them humming softly, loving the jolt that she knew he felt. Moving a bit lower still, she licked that delicious bit of skin between his cock and ass.

He jumped, his legs moving, and he cried out. She licked again and then sat up.

"Did I tell you to move?"

"N...n...no...Mistress," came his labored reply. She knew that it would have been much easier for him to actually be tied up. That would give him something to pull against. A restraint other than his own will. However, this was nice, too. Seeing what he could handle and what was too much.

"I'm very proud of you and want to reward you now. Stay very still."

She paused and he did as he was told. No sounds, no movement. Zoe had to suppress a giggle. Never had she played this role before, but it was fun. The power was a huge turn on, and the fact that he seemed to be loving it added to her excitement.

She approached him slowly, her eyes locked on his as she crawled up his body. He grinned as she approached, eager to see what would happen next. As she got to his chest, she turned around, wanting him to get an eyeful of what was coming. She slid her moist center up his chest, to his neck, before lifting herself up with her legs. She could smell her nectar and was sure that he could, too. Either way, he was about to know it very well.

Up on her knees for a moment, she positioned herself over his mouth. She bent her head, so that she was looking down at him in the space between their bodies.

"You were a very good boy and now you get a dessert. It is sweet and juicy and very delicious. You may not move your hands but may use your mouth and tongue and nose and chin and anything else you can think of to use on your head. Heck, I don't want to limit your creativity."

She laughed and lowered her eager pussy lips to him. He immediately dove in, his tongue reaching, slipping in between her folds.

"Ohhh, yes, that feels so good," she moaned to him, her eyes closing for a moment as she simply enjoyed his talents. Slowly thrusting her hips back and forth, his tongue reached magnificent places and Zoe soon found herself panting with desire. Keeping her sopping pussy lips over his mouth, Zoe leaned back down over his torso and took his cock in her mouth. God he felt good. So filling. So thick. Long enough to reach the back of her throat and rub it. She loved that feeling. Bryan moaned as she suckled him and she ground her pussy lips along his mouth. His tongue found her clit and she froze, allowing him to nibble it lightly. Her head came up off his dick and she screamed out as she felt the orgasm build.

"Yesss... Ohhhh ...Ffffuck... yess. That's it. Please me. Ohhh... God... I need to cum...."

Then she went silent and the only sound in the room was his tongue and mouth and teeth smacking as he ate his dessert. 

Then that feeling that she loved began to overtake her. It started somewhere in the pit of her stomach and radiated out and down and flowed through her pussy and then jolted at that tiny bundle of nerves. She held her breath, willing him not to stop. Not to take a breath. Not to do anything that would change what was happening at that very moment. And then... it hit.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh!" she screamed out, her pussy now thrusting into his face. Her heart was racing and her back arched, forcing complete contact with his mouth.

The room that had been almost silent just seconds before was now filled with her non-coherent words of thanks and praise. Still he licked and sucked and nibbled until she came back to earth enough to realize that she needed to move. She was so sensitive, too sensitive, for him to keep going. At least for a bit.

Lifting up from his mouth, there was an audible sucking sound as he lost contact. Then there were several deep breaths. His chest filled with air several times as she rolled off of him and around so that she was back between his legs once more, her mouth within inches of his cock. She watched him catch his breath and worried for a moment that she had kept him without air too long.

"Are you ok?" she whispered.

"Hell, yes," he said in a voice obviously in need of a release. "Never been better, Mistress. Thank you for that fine dessert."

She laughed and reached out, caressing his shaft. Both he and his dick jumped at the touch. 

"I see you are still in need of some assistance," she said, her short nails trailing along the shaft. "I can do something about that for you, if you want."




Fun and Games



"Yes, please Mistress," he moaned up to her. Zoe was impressed that he had stayed still for so long. She knew she could not have done it.

"I free your arms and legs because you have been so good. And, as a further gift to you, I want you to lie back while I enjoy you. While I fuck you. That sound good?"

It obviously did because his dick jumped again as he moved his arms from their 'restraints' and sat up on his elbows.

"That sounds great. What do you have in mind, Mistress?"

Grinning, she sat up and moved so that she was sitting on his hips, his hard dick resting against her ass and lower back.

"Kiss me," she said softly and he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her, their tongues eagerly lapping at one another. Each could taste themselves on the other's tongue and lips. It drove them to an even more passionate kiss as he rubbed her back, pulling her to him, her breasts pressed firmly against his chest.

As the moans grew louder, she finally pulled away and began sliding against his hips and pelvis, thrusting her hips. When she was in place, she pushed up slightly and then came back down, carefully guiding him within her warm and waiting snatch.

He moaned and watched her as she slowly began to move. Bryan had never seen anything quite so graceful or sensual. Her torso moved in an 'S' shape, starting with her head and the shoulders and breasts and waist and then hips and finishing off with a thrust from her legs to get the 'S' moving back up in reverse order. It felt incredible. She was sliding a few inches with each movement and then almost completely in and out at the end of the 'S.'

"You are amazing," he grunted to her, wanting to sound romantic and appreciative. She looked over to him and smiled. 

"Thank you," she purred to him as she arched her back, making a sharp curve of the 'S.'

As hot as it looked, it felt even better. Soon his hips were thrusting with her and his hands went to her hips, guiding her deeper and harder, needing to really pound into her tight cunt.

All pretense of her being in control was soon forgotten as he got closer to cumming. His need took over and she was soon grinding harder and harder, each thrust pushing her deeper.

His hands on each side of her hips, Bryan began lightly lifting her up and down as he pumped into her. His breathing was labored now as he got closer and closer to his climax.

"Cum for me, Baby," she purred to him and he looked up, watching her amazing breasts bouncing before him as he thrust deeper into her hot pussy.

"Yeahhhh..." he grunted and then trusted deeper, his legs locking into place, his dick reaching, thrusting as far as he could reach. The first streams of his cum were deep within her now. Zoe continued to lift herself up and down, sliding on his wonderful dick, as he shot ribbon after ribbon into her eager snatch. She quickly clamped around his cock with her vaginal muscles, milking him by doing a few slow Kegel's. 

Bryan's eyes met hers and he smiled, slowly thrusting, enjoying the sensation on his sensitive cock. 

She squeezed again and he called out – lifting her up slightly.

"Ok, enough of those or I'll be a puddle of nothingness.  That was incredible."

Zoe smiled at him.

"That the truth?"

He grinned back.

"No, I think I'll take a dare. I really like those."



Fun and Games



"It never snows in North Carolina" James thought miserably to himself as he left the physics building, and put up his umbrella to keep the rain off his head. It was a dreary day, and James tried his best to avoid the small puddles of water that formed on top of the bricks around campus. "who the hell would make an entire campus of bricks?" James thought for the thousandth time.

Exams were finally over, and on his walk home James was mentally loosening up, looking forward to the month break before classes started again in January. Although it was in the middle of December, it was still in the upper thirties, making it cold, rainy, and wet. James held onto the railing as he went down brick steps, remembering his mothers advice, "Wet bricks be very slick," and picturing the small girl fall down at Disney years ago while she ran around a brick fountain. He was nearing the bus stop as he passed through a parking lot that students often took as a shortcut, and took refuge in his blank mind after his physics test. The bus stop was crowded, and he couldn't fit under the covering the campus provided for wet days such as this. "at least I have my umbrella," he thought. He looked around at the students under the covering to see if he knew anyone. His eyes fell on his neighbor, a tall girl, shorter than James' six feet, but only by four or five inches. She had long brown hair tied in a pony tail behind her, tanned skin, although a little fairer than usual since it was the middle of December, brown eyes, and was wearing a black buttoned up coat that came down to her thighs, a black short skirt, that was short of her knees by half a foot, black stockings, and yellow rain boots. James had always thought his neighbor was hot, yet only said a casual hello when he saw her outside her apartment, and never talked to her during physics, although they only sat a row away from each other. 

She looked in his direction, and James quickly glanced away, hoping she didn't notice him checking her out. "At least the lucky bitch isn't in the rain right now," he thought to himself.

James looked to his left and was relieved to see his bus was approaching. He always took 9th Ave. home, to skip the mile walk to his apartment. The bus stopped in front of the covering, and people qued up outside it, leaving James to stand behind them, although not everyone from the covering was getting on the bus, there were still ten people in front of him. "Please let there be a seat," he thought to himself, not wanting to stand during the ride home. He stepped on the bus, collapsing his umbrella, and looked around for a seat, with four people still behind him. It appeared that every seat was taken as he walked down the rows, trying not to catch anyone's eye, and was aware of the squeaking sounds his shoes were making. Already people were standing beside the door, holding onto a bar, and James almost gave up hope that he was find a seat, and conceded that he was going to have to stand on his ride home. He grabbed onto the bar above him, and noticed that a seat was open a few feet away from him, and his stomach lurched when he saw it was next to his neighbor. He quickly walked over to the seat, and plopped himself next to her, hoping that the people already standing wouldn't think less of him for taking this seat. "hey," he said to his neighbor.

Her brown eyes looked over at him, and she smiled, "hey," she said in a friendly fake voice, only girls could pull off, "how did you do on that final?"

"I did alright," James said, "that question about Torque was a bitch though, I had no idea how to set it up. I just wrote out equations."

"Yeah, me too," she replied, "I hope he gives a lot of partial credit, otherwise I'm going to fail."

Their physics teacher was new, and his tests were brutally hard, but he always gave a lot of partial credit and curved the grade to even out everyone's score. It still left people feeling like they had no idea what they were doing on the test they just took. "I'm just so glad exams are over," James said.

"Yeah, me too," his neighbor replied.

That comment ended the conversation, and the noise of the bus, and the rain hitting the windows was more audible as they rode on in awkward silence. James wasn't a nerd, but his neighbor was a bit more "popular" than he was, and he was surprised she was so polite to him, since most better looking girls didn't seem to talk to him at all. "while I have her here, I might as well press on with the conversation," he thought to himself.

"Are you doing anything fun for the holidays?" he asked hoping this might spark their conversation again.

"Yeah, next week I am going to my beach house at Emerald Isle with my family, and we are going to stay there until after Christmas," she said, "what about you?"

"Well nothing that exciting," James said. Emerald Isle was a nice island off the coast of North Carolina, filled mainly with beach houses. It didn't have "the strip" that Myrtle Beach had, and was a quieter environment. "I'm staying at home, my sister is coming back from Indiana, so it'll be good to see her."

"Oh nice, where do you live?" she asked.

"Only like 20 minutes east of here, so its pretty close," James said. James was pleased with himself that he was carrying on this conversation with such a good looking girl so well. With most girls he talked to they put up a false feeling of interest, and he could sense it coming from her, but he didn't care, this was the most he has ever talked to a girl this good looking, when not explaining something school related. "When are you going home?" he asked her, trying to keep the conversation going.

"In a couple days," she said, "Its like a five hour drive, and my parents don't want me driving at dark, or probably in the rain," she laughed. 

"that's such a fake laugh," James thought as he chuckled a bit trying to be polite, "lets keep it going,"

"And I'm sticking around tomorrow night because there's a basketball game that I'm going to with a friend," she finished.

"Sweet," James said, expecting her to ask him when he was going home. She looked away from him, and James realized that it wasn't going to happen. "Stick the course," James thought. "Hows your roommate doing?" he asked. James didn't really know her roommate at all, and had much less interaction with her than he did this brunette, and although they were both hot, he didn't know either ones name.

"She's good," his neighbor said, "Her last exam was two days ago, and she left right after it."

She stopped talking, but didn't look away, as if she was expecting him to ask more questions. "why the hell do I have to do all the damn work in this conversation," he thought to himself. "Maybe I can at least find out this bitch's name."

"Her names Ashley right?" James asked, saying the first girl's name that popped in his head.

"No, Nicole," she corrected.

"O whoops," James said, "and you are?"

"Claire," she said smiling.

"I'm James," James said holding out his hand.

She laughed and shook his hand, "Its weird that we never really met, even though we live right next to each other," she said, letting go of his hand.

"Yeah, we're even in the same class," James said. 

"what is your roommates name?" she asked

"Yes, she's finally asking me questions," James thought. "Mark."

"O, how is he?"

"Good, he went home yesterday, but its only like twenty minutes away."

"Do you guys live near each other?"

"not really, he lives south," James said. "So what are you doing tonight?" James said this without thinking really, but if he got the answer he wanted, this could turn into something fun. "Please say nothing, please say nothing, please say nothing"

"Nothing really, I guess just hanging out at my house. All of my friends have already gone home. My friend tomorrow is coming up from South Carolina, and then we are going to go home together in two days," she said.

James tried to study the expression on her face to see if she seemed interested in him. "why am I so fucking bad at reading girls?" he thought to himself madly. He glanced out the window the first time since he got out the bus and noticed that they were almost to his stop. "Its now or never"

"Do you want to come over tonight?" he asked as the bus put on its breaks to stop in front of their apartment complex. He immediately regretted his decision, knowing that his house was a wreck, but this was a chance that you just don't get everyday. 

Claire looked surprised at the question. The bus had made a complete stop before she even started to answer, "and do what?" she asked

"To be honest, I haven't thought that far ahead," James said smiling. He hadn't gotten a "no!" 

"I just rented a movie to watch tonight, its kind of girly though," Claire said.

"O my gosh yes!" James thought. As long as he was with this girl, he didn't care if he had to sit through "The Notebook." "That's cool, bring it over." James said standing up with Claire as they got ready to leave the bus. He exited the bus, they both started to walk towards their apartments, and James realized they were going to about the same place. Ecstatic about that night, James still felt as though he shouldn't have to talk to her on the way home, he already got her to say yes, what more should he have to do? 

"What time do you wanna come over?" he asked her to avoid silence.

"I don't know, seven?" she said questioningly.

"sure," James said, knowing that didn't give him a whole lot of time to clean up after his roommate. "So what movie are you going to bring over?"

"It'll be a surprise," she said with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Finally, I got her to loosen up a bit." James thought. "Well that's not fair," James said jokingly, "what if I need to veto your pick? Like if you select "The Notebook?" "what is up with me and The Notebook?" 

"I promise it won't be The Notebook, ok?" she said playfully.

They arrived at their sidewalks that lead to separate doors, and the 'couple' started to separate, "Alright fine," James said, going up to his door and unlocking it, "I'll see you tonight."

"See you tonight," Claire said.

As Claire entered her apartment, she closed her umbrella, and put it next to the door to let the water fall off it. She began unbuttoning her coat, and thought about the night ahead. She had always tried to be a polite neighbor to James, but never imagines herself going over to his house. "I do have nothing better to do tonight, and this could be fun," She thought to herself, but still doubted it. She sat down on her couch and took off her rain boots. James wasn't exactly the type of person she hung out with, and wasn't creepy or anything, he was still a little weird. 

He wasn't her type of guy, with a tall lanky body, pale, red hair and freckles, white eyebrows, weirdly colored blonde eyebrows, but a strong chin, and beautiful eyes. Today was the first day she was close enough to notice how pretty his eyes were. They were a mix of green and blue, with a yellow halo around his pupil, so when you stared into them, the two colors blended together, and made her stomach seize up in pleasure.

"At least I won't have to carry on a conversation with him the entire time since we'll be watching the movie," she thought as she went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. It was five o'clock, and she wanted to eat before hand. She got out a pan to cook macaroni and cheese with, filled it up with water and put it on the stove. "I guess I won't change tonight. I don't want him to think that he's that important, that I would take extra time to look nice for him tonight. Plus, I look nice already."

As seven approached, she checked her makeup, brushed her teeth, let down her hair and put her rainboots and coat back on. She looked at the clock and saw that it was already 6:58, "time to go," she thought, "lets hope this won't suck too badly."

She grabbed her umbrella, went outside, locked her door, and stepped through the grass separating their doors. The rain was still coming down, it was colder, and there was a strong wind. Claire struggled keeping her umbrella up, as the wind threatened to knock the umbrella out of her hand. She walked onto the sidewalk, took a deep breadth, and rang the doorbell. "I hope he hurries up, its so cold out here?" she thought as her umbrella was blown down to her side. She was now getting wet and tried her best to pull the umbrella back over her head as the wind picked up and she had to take a step back to keep her balance She waited for the door to open, and was relieved when it finally did.

"Hey," James said as he appeared, "Come on in, sorry about the wait, I was upstairs." Claire stepped through the doorway, and noticed he was wearing a green and black flannel shirt and jeans. "I wonder if it took him anytime at all to pick out those clothes?" she thought meanly. "Stop thinking about that," she told her self, "he seems really nice."

"Its cool to leave your boots on," James said, "Everyone else does, plus this floor is a bit questionable."

"Ew," Claire thought. She looked down at his feet and noticed that he was indeed wearing shoes. White New Balance running shoes, "not a bad choice."

"I think the weather is getting worse," she said.

"Yeah, I wish it would snow, but if never snows here," James said.

"Yeah, it only gets cold," Claire said.

"And rainy," James said.

"Yeah," Claire agreed with a small laugh. 

James led them through them into the room to the right. There house were almost identical, but flipped. "I made popcorn," James said gesturing towards a wooden coffee table in the center of the room infront of a couch.

"Thanks," Claire said politely.

"What movie did you bring?" James asked.

"Love Actually," Claire said trying to judge the expression on his face, "Have you seen it? Its not the Notebook"

James laughed, "No, is it good."

"yes, I watch it every Christmas, but I left my copy at home, so I figured we could watch it."

"Sweet," James said. Claire noticed he looked a bit nervous, and she noticed she felt a bit nervous as well. "maybe this wasn't the best idea," she thought.

"Lemme see the movie," James said holding out his hand.

Claire opened up the box, and handed him the DVD. "Thanks," he said. He got down on his knees infront of the T.V. and put the DVD in an Xbox 360. "Very classy."

There was a three seated couch infront of the coffee table, and a love seat off the right. The walls weren't covered up by much, which was a big contrast to claire's many pictures covering her apartment. He T.V. was in a corner, and there was a fireplace next to the T.V. "You have a fireplace?" Claire exclaimed, "that not fair, I don't have one."

"It's probably because our Landlady likes me better than you," James said jokingly.

"O sure, did she also throw in a Jacuzzi?" Claire joked.

"yes, but we had to pay for the water hookup," James said.

"Wait! Really, where?" Claire said surprised.

"I'm just joking, I thought you caught that," James said grinning, "sorry."

Claire began to feel a little looser, "Haha. I'll be on my guard from now on."

"That's good," James said, still ginning.

Claire had chosen her seat on the very left of the couch, infront of the fire. "Do you use the fire often?" 

"not really, we have heat, but we still have wood on the back porch in case we ever need it," James said.

"O cool," Claire said.

"Yeah, we still haven't used it yet though. I was thinking about using it to smoke some meat like they did in the olden days though."

Claire was ready this time, "Trying to become like a lumber jack or something?" she teased, "I see you already have the apparel."

"I did chop down some trees this morning before our exam, that's how we got the firewood," he said very seriously. James could obviously carry on this conversation well, and it made Claire feel more comfortable they were joking around so well.

"That's very masculine of you," she said.

"Thanks," he said sitting down at the other end of the couch. 

"No pressure," Claire thought, "start the movie."

"Alright," James said. He was using his Xbox controller like a remote. During the small silence Claire could hear the wind picking up outside. "So would you be watching this movie by yourself tonight if I wasn't here?"

"Well there's nothing else to do," Claire defended. "Plus it's a very good movie."

"I hope so," James said.

The movie started, and they stopped talking for a little while. "Who is that?" James asked.

"They are about to tell you," Claire said, irritated he was talking through dialogue.

"O sorry," James said.

"What a weird dude," Claire thought to herself. This time the thought wasn't malicious, but playful.

They reached for popcorn at the same time, and their hands touched each other, "O sorry," James said, grabbing the bowl and holding it out for her.

Claire like they feel of his hand, and it was the first time they ever touched. There weren't sparks or anything, but it was comforting. "Thanks," Claire said, taking the popcorn and smiling. It was still raining hard, and it was cozy on this couch next to James. 

James wasn't really watching the movie. He said he had never seen it before, but he had. He and his sister had watched it every Christmas together for four years, but it was still a chick flick, and he wanted to appear more masculine in front of Claire. Although they had just "met" today, he wasn't feeling so nervous. He kept glancing over at her, and trying to catch her eye. They were really deep brown eyes, and James was sure he could look at them forever. "Damn she's hot," James thought for the twentieth time that night. They were getting to his favorite part of the movie, and in his excitement he said "I love this part."

Claire looked over at him quizzically, "I thought you said you had never seen it..."

Everything went black as the lights and T.V. turned off, and there was a *Zap.*

Claire let out a high pitched yelp, and James could tell she had been startled.

"You ok?" he asked.

"yeah, what happened?" she sounded a bit afraid.

"I guess the power went out," James said disappointed. This 'date' was going so well. James reached beside the couch knowing that was where Mark had left the lighter. Mark never put things back in the apartment, and James was happy he left this item so close. It was a grill lighter, James clicked it on and a small flame erupted from the end of it. He could see her in the small light, and still thought about how hot she was. The wind was howling outside, and some tree must've fell on some power lines. "Now we finally have a need for a fire," James said heading toward his back porch led by his lighter. 

"Let me come with you," Claire said getting up.

"My gosh, only the power went off, are your really that... frightened?" James said.

"O haha," Claire said, looking a bit mockingly, "I just want to see if you need help getting the wood."

James saw right through her reply, but was pleased all the same. Maybe this date won't be a complete disaster. "Whatever you say," he said walking out side.

The rain had stopped, but the wind was stronger than it was before. "My gosh its freaking cold out here," James said as he stooped over to pick up some logs. Luckily they were under a tarp so they didn't get wet at all. "Here," James said, handing her some logs. She took them and stepped back inside the doorway, but only enough to let him through. "Still leaving me alone?" he joked.

"I wanted to hold the door open for you," she said.

"How thoughtful. But as you can tell the carpet holds it open well enough," he said coming through the doorway.

She let go of the door and noticed he was right. "Whatever," she mimicked him from before. She slowly went into the next room, not knowing the layout of the room too well in the dark, and waited for James to come in behind her with the wood. He plopped the wood down in front of the fireplace.




Fun and Games



"Do you know how to start a fire?" James asked.

"you stick the lighter under some wood?" Claire said putting her small pile next to his.

"well yeah, but first you need some gasoline," James said leaving the room with the small light in this hand. He walked into his kitchen, and got a small container from under his sink. He went back into the room, and placed the logs into a small shape, dumped some gasoline on them, and lit them on fire. They caught immediately, and Claire and him sat back down on the couch. This time Claire sat in the middle, closest to the fire, and James sat next to her. 

"So you're good, right?" he asked.

"Yes, and you can stop asking me that," she said stubbornly.

"well it wasn't me who screamed when the lights when out," James joked.

Claire looked insulted, "I was just startled," she said.

"Whatever you say," James said smirking. "Too bad we couldn't' finish the movie," James said.

"yeah," Claire said smiling, "you were about to tell me how you know that part was your favorite."

"gosh she's so hot," James thought. "Well, to be honest," James said slowly, "I've seen it with my sister a hundred times," he admitted.

Claire giggled, "really, oh my gosh you are such a girl."

"No, I'm a lumberjack, I thought we already went over this," James said. "Now its time to make my move,"

Claire looked at the fire, and stopped talking. There was something very calming when you looked at a fire. It was like being caught in a trance. 

"You know in middle school when everyone kept," James reached over around her back, "poked you in the side like this?" He said with excitement, poking her in her lovehandles.

Claire jumped a little, but giggled, "Yes, I hated that," she said, noticing that his hand hadn't left her side after he poked her. She liked his hand there; it made her feel safer in this storm.

"I must have been so bruised during middle school on my sides. It like never left," James said.

Claire looked away from the fire and saw that he was trying to look into her eyes. "Please, I'm not that easy." 

"I hated middle school," she said.

"Really, why?" James asked. 

"I was such a nerd," Claire admitted. She was opening up to this complete stranger, yet it felt so right, so romantic. There was a fire infront of her, and a hand around her waist. His arm tightened against her side, and it felt so safe, strong and secure.

"you don't look anything like a nerd," he said.

"Thanks," she said sarcastically.

"Seriously, you're so pretty," James said.

Claire smiled and said "thanks. It was just a hard time, braces, glasses, no boobs," she said chuckling.

"Well there's nothing wrong with you now," James said. His voice was softer now, they were barely whispering over the wind and the crackling of the fire. "How was high school?"

"Great! I had lots of friends."

"Yeah me too. Not so much in college though, just my roommate really. He has a few friends and I guess they're alright, but my only other real friend has a girlfriend and a job, so I barely see him."

"That sucks," Claire said, "Everyone says that college is the best time of your life, but I don't' really get that. I feel so lonely here."

"Me too," James agreed, "plus I fucking hate the bricks around campus. They are everywhere! You trip on them, get wet walking through them, and they are covering like every freaking building."

"I know, they are so ugly. I hate this campus, "Claire said, slowing down, "I hate my classes, I hate the nights..."

"Well we've lived by eachother for five months, we should hang out more often," James said.

"Yeah, maybe when our lights work," Claire said jokingly.

"What? You don't like the fire?" James asked jokingly.

"I love the fire. Its so..."

"Romantic?" James asked looking over at her.

This time Claire did look up at him, right into his eyes. He did have beautiful eyes, and they reflected the fire at her, and she stared into them, and didn't notice him leaning in.

He planted his lips onto hers, and the tingling sensation on her mouth tasted like orange. "did he slip in a tic tac when I wasn't looking?" Claire thought. She bit onto his lip, and she was disappointed as his right hand left her side. Then she felt it holding the back of her head, and his tongue entered her mouth. He explored around her mouth, moving his tongue around, and she felt so good in his arms. "Now its my turn," Claire thought.

She moved her right leg over him, and she straddled him, but was surprised she did it so quickly. "I feel like such a slut." Her rainboots made her feel a bit clumsy, but she went on kissing him. His hand was stroking her back, and she liked his strong arms on her. She started to feel a warm sensation between her legs, and could feel his manhood through his pants against her stockinged thigh. This was fastest she had ever gone from kissing to, well something more right now. He just felt so right.

James couldn't believe his luck, this was going so well. He wanted to just stare up at her face, half shadowed in the firelight, but he also knew that would be a bit creepy. Instead he looked at her shirt, a less innocent place, and saw it outlining the curve of her breasts, and he decided that was the next place he wanted to go. He took his right hand, and gently massaged her breast. Claire let out a low moan as she withdrew her face from his and just concentrated on the pleasure from his hand massaging her. When he could tell she was not going to stop him at this moment, he took the next step with both of his hands and reached towards her back. Claire helped him as they pulled off her shirt to reveal a black bra, and he breasts bounced s small amount as they were uncovered. "Awesome." 

Claire took her shirt and threw it on the floor, and looked up at James. She stopped, her face turned red, and she looked a bit embarrassed. "Sorry, got a bit carried away there," she said now covering her breasts and looking down and to the right, getting off his lap and walking over to the edge of the couch.

"Oh my gosh," James thought. "What happened? Is something wrong?" he asked her. He was so turned on, and the elated, never stop growing feeling that was building inside his pants fell off quickly.

"It's just, I barely know you James," Claire, "and now we are doing... I don't know what."

"O," James said very disappointed, its like the balloon in his stomach just let out all its air.

"Its not you, its just" her voice trailed off. She was still covering up her breasts, and even in the firelight she was very red, "I'm sorry to do this to you."

"No, its fine," James lied. "You want to take this slower, or call it quits?"

"Slower," Claire said, reaching for her shirt and pulling it on. "We've got all night right?"

"yeah," James exhaled, moving his hands down his knees. "I've got to go get something," he said getting up, grabbing the lighter and exiting the room. He headed up the stairs and into his room. The house got colder as he walked up the stairs now the heat was off, and he went into his own dark room. He went over to his bed stand and pulled out a condom and pocketed it. He could feel a wet spot in his pants, and was saddened by the turn of events. He went into his closet, pulled out a blanket and some pillows and headed back downstairs. He found Claire was in her same place, the middle of the couch, and staring into the fire.

"I figure you should stay here tonight since your heats out, and we could set up camp beside the fire," James said, dumping the blankets and pillows on the floor in front of the fire. 

"I'm sorry," Claire said again, "I just..."

"Its cool," James said, "I don't care. Are you ok?"

"Yeah," Claire said, "I'm fine."

"Time for round two."

She felt so stupid and embarrassed. She barely knew this boy, and now she just embarrassed herself, and now it looked as though she was spending the night here. James went outside the back door, and came back in with his arms full of firewood. His sight was still comforting.

"Its so freaking cold out there, you're going out next time,' James said.

"Yeah, I don't think so, good try," Claire said.

James laughed, "what are you took good for that?"

"At least we're back to joking," Claire thought. "Yes I am, plus you're the one who looks like a lumberjack, so back off Brawny Man and go make some paper towels."

"I'm going to take that as a compliment, I hear Brawny Man happens to be a very sexy dude," James said with a put on arrogance.

"More like a hillbilly," Claire said.

"Ouch," James lifted his foot at her, "At least I wear shoes."

Claire gave him an appraising look, "And a shirt, I was wrong."

James pushed aside the coffee table, laid out a blanket infront of the fire, and set up pillows behind him so he was leaning back against them. "You know, it's pretty nice down here," he said, looking back at her on the couch.

"I guess I'll try it out," Claire said. She wanted the feel of his arm around her again, and she sat right next to James, her legs crossed and to her side,(like a lady) her hands in front of her for support. The arm didn't come.

"So do you come here often," Claire asked leaning over to nudge him. "I want that hand back"

"On occasion, usually by myself though, do you like it?" James asked gesturing towards the rest of the room.

"Yes I do, it's very cozy," she said.

"Well I'm glad."

"Hey, thanks for being so understanding about this whole thing, I just let myself go in the moment. I don't' know why I did that," Claire admitted.

"I don't know why you stopped, "James said looking at her. He pulled a blanket around her, and left his arm around her. "He thinks he's so smooth." Claire thought. She was still happy he left it there. And then it was gone.

Claire watched him stand up, a bit disappointed, "I'll be right back," James said mysteriously.

"I don't need anymore blankets, we have quite enough," Claire said.

"I do like this blanket," Claire thought as she heard him running upstairs in the dark. "he's so weird. But so cute." 

"Just a second," James yelled down. "So much for cuddling"

He returned less than a minute later with his laptop. "It has a battery, but I don't thin it'll last long," James said, gesturing towards the black, closed laptop in his arms. He sat back down beside her and opened the laptop. He pulled up iTunes, set the laptop on the coffee table behind him, and turned back to her. 

"What did you do?" she asked.

"Shh," he said and put his finger up to his mouth silencing her.

Christmas music started playing, and Claire recognized it immediately. "You have the 'Love Actually' album on my computer?" she said laughing at him.

"Well I only listen to it for the Christmas songs," he told her, "this is my Christmas playlist."

"Nice," Claire said sarcastically. She didn't want him to get any credit for this, but it did change the atmosphere perceptibly. Otis Redding's 'white Christmas' was playing softly in the background. James sat back against the pillows propped up behind him, and Claire didn't wait for him this time. She shifted her weight towards him, having her legs and rainboot covered feet sprawl straight in front of her, and laid back into his shoulder. She felt so secure and comfortable there is his arms, just staring into the fire.

"So slower this time?" James asked.

"That would be nice," Claire said.

James took his arm off her side, and started to massage her back, pushing her up infront of him for a better reach. "Those hands," she thought. They started at the bottom of her back and slowly worked their way up, making her loosen and relax. They were so strong and firm, yet gentle. He pulled back her hair when he was halfway up, and started to kiss her neck. His lips sent tremors through her body, and his small amount of stubble rubbed up against her skin and tickled her. He brought his hands up to her shoulders and she let out a pleasure moan, low, long and sensual. He brought her left arm up to his face and started to kiss her wrist. "This is a little weird, but I'll see where this is going." His lips kissed each inch of her arm up to her elbow. "Ah," she said smiling. Although he was practically making out with her elbow, it aroused her all the same, and he looked up at her mischievously from his deed.

Then he raised his head and was once again back at her mouth. Their mouths interlocked together, and she could tell that he must have put on chapstick on one of his trips upstairs, because she could not only taste orange, but also smell the mint from Bert's Bees. She could feel an excitement from between her legs, and wanted for him to go farther this time.

The song on his laptop changed to "Baby its cold outside," with James Taylor, and romantic mood continued. "You sir, definitely know how to treat a lady," she said to him.

He looked up at her and kissed her again, quickly, and pulled back his head, "Thank you," he leaned in to kiss her again. "You know how to be treated very well," he said as he tried to turn the phrase.

"What?" Claire said, laughing.

"Yeah, that didn't make sense did it?" He asked, and went back to kissing her. His right arm snaked to her lower thigh, and he grabbed it and started rubbing it. "I know where this is headed," Claire thought to herself, and decided to just let it happen. He gradually moved his hand up to her skirt, and it did not put up a defense to any intruders as he went up it. Claire felt another jolt of excitement, and then tremors were sent through her body as he touched her clitoris through her panties and stockings. She couldn't take the pleasure from his hand and stopped kissing him, so he moved down to her neck. She exhaled and closed her eyes, and braced her hands on the floor, trying hard to hold herself up as the rest of her body was moving around uncontrollably. 

He brought over his left arm and clasped the elastic that went around her waist. She raised her butt to let him take them off, and he slowly slid them under her ass and she looked up to see the black stockings slowly come off from her skin. As he got lower, he removed the rain boots, and finished his task of removing the stockings from her feet. She looked up at his face, and he almost seemed disgusted when he was handling her feet, but the expression was gone a moment later, and she assured herself it was imagined.

James took her body and laid her onto her back, and then went back to her legs. He took both hands again, and removed the black lace panties, and she put her legs in the air so make it easier for him. "I feel so free down there now," she thought, as cold air rushed up her skirt, and then was replaced with the heat from the fire. James laid his body down beside her and started kissing her once again on the mouth, but kept his left hand down between her legs. He was using his fingers to stroke her labia again, and her legs were constantly fidgeting, she tried to stop them, but she couldn't. She clenched her toes up just to bear the pleasure, and released them a second later. "This is the most fun I've ever had with my top on," she thought to herself.

His fingers gently pulled against her labia, would go to her clitoris, but then went back to just stroking her labia again, repeating this several times. She could feel that her entire vag was wet now, and was glad the panties were off, or else they would have been disgusting.

"Ew," James said with an entertained expression on his face, "what's that?"

Claire laughed at the comment, but then his fingers went faster and harder, and it was all she could do to stop from screaming. Three fingers, just going up and down, stimulating the entire area. She let out another moan, and she knew what was 'coming' next. He didn't stop, and an electric current went from her vagina through her entire body, down through her arms and legs and out of her fingers and toes. Pleasure soared through her and she let out a loud "Uhhhh," and it was over. There was a damp feeling between her legs, and she clenched her knees together in relaxation.

James was only halfway done. He had learned on the internet that girls could experience two types of orgasms, one from the clitoris, and one from the pressure on her G-Spot, and intended to give her both tonight. He lowered his body next to her, and let her body relax by itself. Proud of his knowledge, and happy that he used the elbow trick as well, he lay there beside her with a feeling of accomplishment. "now for my turn," he thought to himself.

Claire had been silent next to him, and he hoped that she hadn't fallen asleep. "You ok," he asked her.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Good," James said as he raised his body up again, put his left arm on her other side, kissed her once again. "You know, tonight I wasn't expecting any of this, but I hope you're not too disappointed the way things turned out." He certainly wasn't. He could already tell that he was going to be remembering this night for a long time. 

"Its perfect," she whispered.

Frank Sinatra's "The Christmas song," was playing on his computer now, and James was apprehensive about starting the next part. It felt like he'd had his boner for hours, and it was almost painful. "I haven't played with these for awhile," he said as he looked at what her shirt was covering, for the second time tonight. 

She was no Dolly Parton in the boob department, but there was still quite a bit to grab. He covered her mouth again with his, "such a good distraction while I go for the better areas," and massages her left breast. 

"I'll do it this time," Claire said stubbornly, and pulled off her shirt.

Once again James was looking at her boobs in the black lace bra, and wanted nothing more than to take that off too. "That's an ugly bra, lets get it off," he said to her.

She looked a bit insulted at the comment, but he knew she could tell from his grin he was kidding. James lifted her up into the sitting position, and looked at her back to see how it fastened, but never opening another girl's bra before he didn't know how to do it.

"You're all on your own here," Claire said with a glint in her eye.

Puzzled, James squinted in the dark, but could barely make out anything in the shadow. Grinning, and hoping this wasn't too big of a turn off, he grabbed the back snap, pulled it back and snapped it.

"Ow!" Claire screamed, "you little bitch! that hurt."

James couldn't stop himself from laughing, and was very relieved when she smiled back at him. 

"I'm gonna have a mark on my back now," she said, a little more angrily.

"You better take it off so I can look at your back," James said.

Claire left her mouth open in astonishment, gave him one last quizzical look, and then reached behind her to take it off.

James couldn't help from looking at her boobs, but Claire left her arms infront of her to cover up her nakedness. "girls are weird, I've already felt them, and her vag" James thought. He leaned in and kissed her on the mouth again for his distraction, and although she didn't respond to him like she did the rest of the night, she didn't stop him either.

"I'm sorry," he said in between kisses," and he used his arms to lower hers to her side. When he was done he leaned back to look at her breasts, for the first time revealed. They were nice and circular, and laying down slack and finally free; her nipples looked like two eyes that weren't staring at the same thing, but they weren't hard. Yet.

James immediately embraced her after summing up her boobs in her head, and then laid her back down on her back. Using his arms to keep himself from crushing her body, he lowered his head onto her left breast, and covered her nipple with his mouth. It didn't taste that great, but this was something he had always wanted to do, plus it was hot as hell. He leaned back and took his left hand and pulled on her nipple gently, circling her areola with his finger to stimulate it, and then pulled on it again, and the nipple firmed. "Awesome," he thought to himself. Very aware of his massive erection, he continued to work himself into her. He put his mouth on her other breast, and then glided himself to the middle her chest, giving small sensual kisses. "this better fucking work, I don't' know if I can stand this any longer," he said to himself. 




Fun and Games



He moved his left hand back up her skirt in between her legs, and began to stimulate her clitoris again. He just wanted to make it wet again, and ready for its next visitor. He began to kiss her slowly, but moving down to her stomach, taking his time. He neared his belly button, and on impulse stuck his tongue into it. "That tasted gross," James thought, "Not doing that again." He moved on down past her belly button, and arrived at her skirt. "its time this was gone," he thought as he pulled the two sides of it down. Claire lifted her butt once again to make it easier, and he finally had a look in her fun zone. 

The fire dulled the lighting, but he could tell that everything down there was tanned. "I wonder how she pulled this off," he thought to himself. Even the outside labia flap was tanned. The inside of her labia was pink though, and looked tightly shut from all the rubbing he did earlier. James rolled back, satisfied with what he saw, and took the condom out from his pocket and laid it on the floor beside him. He started unbuttoning his shrit, and looked over at Claire and smiled. She sat up, and started on the button under the one he was working on, and James skipped down to the next one. When they were done he took off the shrit, and then took off his white undershirt. 

Claire had went down to unfasten his belt buckle. "I'm a lot better at undressing you than you are at undressing me."

"All I have is a buckle. You had Fort Know protecting those things, he said nodding towards her upper body. He noticed Claire once again covered herself with her hands, and she looked back at his eyes.

"Guys are just stupid, every girl, even Jessica Simpson can undo a bra" she said playfully. 

"Are you sure she doesn't hire anyone to do it for her?" he asked. 

"yes. They might snap her bra, and then she would kill them," she said, wincing threateningly.

James removed his Jeans; it felt so good not to have that strong denim keeping him down any longer, what a relief. He took off his boxers, and was suddenly subconscious about his nakedness and pulled done of the blankets over himself. His cock's outline was very visible through the covers. 

As James was about to move in again, his eyes caught the rain boots. "Could you put these on?" he asked her, lifting them up infront of her. 

She gave him a quizzical look, but grabbed them from him. "why?"

"I uh," James stopped. He couldn't think of a reason. "Just for funnzies?"

"I guess," Claire said puzzled.

"Shit this is gonna be so hot," James thought to himself. He could already picture her in his head, and decided to make it a reality. Claire had pulled on the boots, and looked like a slut trying to dress up like a fireman. James eased her onto her back, and took both of her legs in his hand. "O shit wait," he said remembering something. He pulled the condom on.

Claire looked up at him, "Im on the pill," so you don't need to put that on."

"Wait really?" James asked. "This bitch is awesome!" "nah..." he decided, "better be safe" he though and cursing himself. He looked back at her, and positioned himself ontop of her again, with his hands on either side of her keeping himself up. He kissed her mouth for the last time in awhile, and then went down to her neck, her chest, and then down to her pubic area. He did it a lot faster than last time, just because he didn't think he could wait any longer.

He sat infront of her on his knees, and pulled her legs up into the air, putting them right infront of his head, and then entered her. He took one leg, and bit it playfully in the middle of her thigh. Then he concentrated on his main job. It felt so good, but he couldn't get his entire dick into her. With each thrust, he fit more and more inside her, and she was getting louder. He watched as her body compulsed with every movement, going on and on, harder and harder. He was finally as far as he could go, putting in everything he ha. She let out a moan, and James decided to move again. He lifted her middle, so that her weight was on his lap, and she had to hold herself up, and James kept thrusting. The extra pressure felt great, making it feel more like explicit work, and he started to breathe heavily. Claire was letting out small, high moans with every thrust, and James wondered if what they were doing was painful for her. "she doesn't' sound annoying like they do in pornos though. Its... beautiful."

Then James rolled onto his back, bringing her with them, without leaving eachother. Claire was straddling him still, but now her knees were on the floor, and she was looking down at him, her brown hair falling down below her face and onto his. He loved looking as her dangling breasts swayed back and forth, and She positioned herself in a more comfortable position, and started humping. 

With each hump, James excitement grew, and the pleasure was becoming unbearable. Now Claire's boobs were almost flopping, and james was nearing his climax. "I can't let it go yet, I gotta keep working I gotta give her another orgasm." 

James didn't want her doing all of the work, and tried his best to move his torso up and down with hers. It was a lot of work on his stomach, and he propped himself up on his hand, and took the opportunity to kiss her face again. "I'm so glad we met today," he said. 

Claire now was getting kinda sweaty, but her girlish fragrance was sweet and musky. "The smell of sex." James thought, and breathed it in. She was pressing her body up against his harder and harder, going in deeper and deeper, and giving each thrust an additional wave of pleasure on his dick. He leaned up and kissed her face again, and the feeling in his cock was bursting. "here it comes" James thought as he felt the sensation building to a climax. They both got faster, he laid back his head and exhaled loudly "Ahhh."

He collapsed onto his back, and Claire fell ontop of him. He was still breathing deeply, but in his moments of ecstasy, he fell asleep almost immediately, with the wind howling outside.

Claire awoke the next morning to the sound of a whirring Xbox 360. "We never turned it off," she said quietly. James was next to her asleep, and breathing slowly in rhythm. She didn't know why she was so taken with him. She looked at his closed eyes, and remembered the night before fondly. "I wonder what he's dreaming about," she thought. 

She was still naked, but she had a blanket draped around her. She looked around the room, and found her black panties. She lifted her feet, and pulled them on. "It just doesn't feel right to be so naked," she thought to herself. She found his flannel shirt, put it on, and buttoned it. 

She lifted James cover carefully, and noticed that he was still naked as well. He had moved onto his stomach during the night, but Claire had an idea.

She rolled him onto his back, careful not to wake him, and lifted the cover. "his dick is still erect," she thought to herself, "he could've lasted for hours." She put the cover back, and lifted it just around his torso uncovering it again. "I haven't done this since the ninth grade," she thought as she put her mouth around it. She covered the entire head with her mouth, then came back up, and lowered her head the the base of the penis, and licked underneath it, the entire length. When she came back to the head, she put her mouth around it again and started to bob her head. James started to stir, and he opened his eyes and looked at her. She ignored it, and continued her work.

"Holy shit," James said, "what," he took a deep breadth, "are you doing?" he got out quicky.

Claire pulled her head off, "Do you want me to stop,"

James shook his head 'no,' and she went back to her work. Up and down, up and down. She used her left hand to fondle his balls, and tired to get his cock deeper into her mouth. She looked up into James eyes again, and he inhaled, opening his mouth wide, and then looked away. James was breathing deeply now, faster, and she noticed he was getting jittery. "O," he said, and he clenched his entire body up.

Claire was now going so deep she was starting to choke, and then James inhaled a huge breadth, and a warm fluid came into her mouth. Her first reflex was to suddenly move away, and spit out this bad tasting shit from her mouth, but realized what he was doing. She needed to finish but she had this shit in her mouth. "Just swallow it,"´ she told herself. It was so gross, she couldn't. She left it in her mouth, and continued sucking on his dick, as more shit sprayed into her mouth. Then it stopped, and she leaned back onto her legs, in a sitting positing. James pulled her ontop of him, held her close. He was so strong and gentle, but Claire couldn't stand the cum in her mouth anymore. She struggled away ran to the kitchen sink and spit it out. She turned on the faucet and cupped her hands in the water, lowered her head and sucked it into her mouth, gargled, and spit it out. 

When she had gotten everything out of her mouth, she went back into the room. The sun brought back the color to the room, and James had propped himself up. "That was quicker than last night," she said.

"Yeah well, its different when you first wake up," James said. "Still, it was a great surprise. Better than just a "good morning."

"That's what I intended, Claire said, quickly going back to her favorite position beside him. 

"What time is it?" James asked.

"It said it was 10:15 on the microwave," Claire said.

"O shit, I had work ten minutes ago," James said, running upstairs. He was gone for a few minutes, and Claire found the situation quite amusing. He came running back down in khaki pants, and a red collared shirt. He had horrible bed head, but he didn't really have time for anything else. Claire stood up and went to him.

"Can I come see you when I get off work," he asked her.

"When do you get off?" Claire asked.

"4"

"We'll see," Claire said, standing on her tippy toes to give him one last kiss. His mouth didn't smell like citrus this time, but he pulled her up so she was straddling him. They were both lost to the world for those five gorgeous second, then he let her back down, tossed her the keys and said "See you at four."



Fun and Games



Amber struggled helplessly at the leather restraints which bound her, on a cross. She had been told by her Master not to speak, not to whimper, not to whine... That even the slightest sound out of her dirty little mouth would only add to her punishment.

She was dressed in a tight pink corset with a large black bow just beneath the breast line. The tight but flimsy material squeezed at her sides, showing off her somewhat curvy figure. The corset had a frilly skirt attached, one that would show her bottom if she was to turn around. She was wearing high heels, which were beginning to cause discomfort in her feet. Blocking her view, a gentle silk blindfold had been tied around her, causing her mind to dance with curiosity as she heard the door open.

No doubt, she knew she had gotten herself into this situation. Before she met Erik, BDSM had only been a faint fantasy in the back of her mind. Now that she found a fellow enthusiast, she decided to let her dreams unwind. She sought punishment, and wondered how much her lover would be willing to deal out.

Erik was pleased to see his pet standing quietly in place, not that she had much of a choice. Her arms were bound straight out to her sides. They were restrained at her wrists, and closer to her armpits, assuring that she wouldn't be doing too much squirming. Her ankles were also bound, straight beneath her, causing her to stand completely still.

He approached her, running his hand through her hair, grasping at it lightly. "Do you know why you're here?"

The tone of his voice had been enough to make her shiver. Biting at her lip, she simply nodded in response to his question.

He pressed his lips to hers, then sharply slapped her outer thigh with a riding crop. Not expecting this, she cried out loudly, gasping at the sting. "Sir!"

"Uh uh uh my pet! What did I say about whining?" He moved his hands up, swiftly removing the blindfold and allowing it to fall to the floor. Staring deeply into her eyes, he could see how lusty the situation had made her. He knew how much she enjoyed this sort of play, and he wanted to please her as much as possible.

Stepping in closer to her, he lifted her skirt, pleased to find that she was not wearing any panties, and she was already partially damp. He parted her slit skillfully with his fingers, stroking at her clit with one finger and watching her face twist with excitement. "Hmm, my naughty girl?" He pulled his hand back from her, raising his arm and landing the crop on her opposite thigh, watching her expression change from the pain.

"Oh Sir, I'm sorry..." She bit at her lip, teasingly running her tongue across it as she stared up at him.

He smirked, slapping her thigh once more with the crop, this time more toward the backside of her leg. "Oh, you are going to be sorry..." He set the crop down, approaching her and gripping at the material of the corset, slowly tugging at it and lowering the top so that it would expose her breasts. He pinched at her nipples harshly, rolling them in between his thumbs and fingers until they were delightfully pointy.

She let out slight moans, not sure herself if they were more from the pleasure or the pain. "Ah Sir... I like that."

He pulled his hand back, slapping her breast and watching it bounce about. "Do you?" He smirked, leaning forward and teasing her hardened nipple with his tongue. "Then I have a feeling you are really going to enjoy what I have planned for you."

He picked up the crop again, rubbing the harsh leather end of it against her nipple, then pulling back and slapping it down a few quick times. She jerked in reaction, fidgeting as the strikes became harder. Satisfied with the response he was getting, he moved to her other breast, doing the same. "Do you like that?" He asked, moving one hand up and rubbing at her tender breasts.

She simply nodded, letting out quiet moans from all of the attention she was getting.

He grinned, "Good." He went over to the side, looking about a table of toys that they had owned. There were a few paddles, whips, feather ticklers, restraints, and even a gag. He placed the riding crop on the table, picking up a knife. Returning to her, he brushed the edge of the knife over her breast, causing a slight tickling sensation.

"Mm, oh Sir..." She bit her lip hard as she tried to hold back her giggles, feeling the point of the knife teasing at her delicate skin.

Without hesitating, he slid the knife down through the front of the corset, cutting it straight down the middle and causing it to fall to the floor. She now stood before him in just her high heels, and her nakedness pleased him. Her pale skin was always a delight to toy with, since it would quickly turn pink or red. He could see that her breasts had turned a slight pink shade from the crop, but he was no where near done.

He continued to tease her body with the knife, running it over her skin lightly and watching her jerk in reaction. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. "Sir please!" He smirked as he kissed her, trailing his kisses from her soft, full lips down to her neck.

"Of course, my pet..." He went back over to the table, picking up a medium sized whip. "Are you ready for your punishment?" He smirked, and without giving her a chance to respond, brought the whip down across her stomach, causing an immediate pink line to form upon her flesh.

Her reaction was a loud whimper, more out of surprise than pain. She squirmed as she felt her arousal growing, nodding to him.

He brought the whip down on her stomach a few more times before moving down to her thighs, hitting just below her sex. He smirked as he watched her jerk her legs, though her movement was very restricted. "Does that hurt, my pet?" He grinned, allowing the tip of the whip to tease her flesh.

"Mm, it feels good, Sir..." She smirked as she looked up at him. They both knew that she could take much more pain, but they had both been more in the mood to please each other.

"Oh, does it? How about this?" He sharply slapped the whip down across her breast, causing her to cry out loudly this time. "Or this..." He did the same to the opposite breast, watching the new streaks appear.

"Ah Sir! Mmm..." She pushed her legs together, feeling an aching sensation in her sex, urging her to be touched.

He began hitting her continuously with the whip, alternating between medium slaps and light ones, laying down a sharper one every once in a while. Her skin was turning a deep pink as he continued to strike her, moving from her thighs, to her stomach, to her breasts. Once he thought she had enough, he moved in, dropping the whip and moving down to untie her ankles. "Spread them..." He said, tapping at her inner thigh lightly, watching her eagerly push her legs apart for him.

He reached down, sliding his finger between her wet lips, feeling how aroused she had become since the beginning of their play. There was no denying that he was feeling just as aroused as she was, which was obvious from the growing bulge in his pants.

He slid one finger into her, feeling how easily it would go in and out of her canal. She moaned loudly in response, closing her eyes and attempting to thrust herself forward onto him, silently begging him for more. He stroked at her clit with his thumb as he continued to finger her, eventually pulling his hand back and moving it up to her mouth, allowing her to sample her own juices as she licked at his fingers. "That's a good girl..."

He pulled his hand back, moving over to untie her arms, one at a time. Once she was able to move, she quickly rubbed at the reddened marks that had formed from where she was bound. She leaned forward, kissing him on the lips as her eager naughtiness returned to her. "Would you like me to please you, Sir...?" She smirked, scraping her delicate hand across his pants, grabbing at his hard bulge.

"Mhmm..." He gently pushed down on her shoulders, watching her kneel onto her knees in front of him and tug at his belt. "Mm, you are being a very good girl." He smirked as he ran his hands through her hair.

She quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipping his pants and watching his manhood fall out. She didn't hesitate to take the tip of it into her mouth, sucking at it and moving her tongue all over it. She could hear him moaning in delight, and feel his hands on the back of her head, urging her forward.

Obediently, she leaned in, taking more of him into her mouth. She sucked at it, allowing her saliva to get him wet all over, looking up into his eyes as she worked at him.

To her delight, she felt him sliding his hands down, gripping at her breasts and lightly pinching at her nipples. He lightly slapped her breasts from side to side, causing muffled moans to escape her as she shoved his manhood deeper into her mouth.

"Ah, my pet... you are doing wonderful." There was now a lusty, broken edge to his voice. "Get on the bed."

She quickly got up, sitting on the edge of the bed and scooting herself back. He didn't hesitate to climb on top of her, gripping at her wrists and pinning them above her head. He grinded himself against her, enjoying the feel of her body beneath his. Before long, he allowed himself to enter her, moving in slowly. He grabbed both of her wrists with one hand, feeling her playful struggle beneath him. He smirked, kissing her on the lips and moving his hand down to slap her thigh. "Naughty girl..."

She moaned loudly as she felt him thrusting on her, moving her body with hers so that he may push himself in deeper. "Oh Sir... Mm, faster." He nodded to her, releasing her hands as he begin to thrust harder, and at a faster pace. He enjoyed watching her face as he slid in and out of her, hearing her moans of pleasure.

"Mm, my pet... your Master is going to cum!" He smirked, kissing her neck and biting at the tender flesh. He slowly kissed up toward her ear, whispering to her. "Where do you want it?"

She let out a soft moan, "Inside me..." He nodded, thrusting hard, slamming himself all the way into her. After a few moments, they were both close to climaxing. He could feel his body tensing up as he was finally able to reach his orgasm.

"Mm Amber..." He groaned loudly as he released his seed inside of her, feeling her womanly canal tightening around him as she climaxed.

"Ah Erik!" She panted loudly, looking up at him as he allowed his body to fall limply on top of hers. Eventually he pulled out of her, rolling off to the side and grabbing her, holding her in his arms.

"Mm, maybe you should be a naughty girl more often..." He smirked, giving a playful wink and tapping her on the bottom.



Fun and Games



My wife recently fulfilled another of her sexual fantasies. As a college lecturer of 35 with an amazing sexy figure and beautiful looks, it's not surprising that she gets a great deal of attention from young guys who she lectures to. The confident ones tend to be quite suggestive and she admits to me that it sometimes stirs some hot fantasies in her mind.

Recently, at the end of the academic year, one of the guys who was not averse to flirting with her invited her to a party at his place afterwards. His name was Chris and he was 19 with fair hair and what looked like a good muscular body. She knew he played rugby. When he looked into her eyes she felt like he was undressing her there and then. "What drinks have you got in?" she asked teasingly.

"I can get whatever you like," he smiled.

"If you get some champagne and nice music, it sounds like fun."

So Chris gave her the address which turned out to be a terraced street not far from the college where she could walk to. 

When she arrived she rang the doorbell, nervously double checking the house number. She could hear music inside and soon Chris answered the door, smiling. He invited her in and took her through to the living room. There was another guy from the same group called Adam in there. "Ill leave you with Adam while I get your drink," Chris said.

The music was not modern like she expected and "You sexy thing" by Hot Chocolate was playing. she handed her suit jacket to Adam and he hung it up. Adam explained it was a shared house and there was one other guy called Matt and a couple of girls living there. Adam sat in a chair slowly drinking a bottle of beer and my wife on a 2 seater sofa opposite. Chris soon came back and handed her a glass of champagne.

Chris sat next to her and they started chatting. "Where are the other guests?" my wife asked.

"Matt will be here in a minute. He's just having a shower."

"Are any other girls coming?" she asked smiling coquettishly.

"Probably not." They continued chatting and my wife was feeling a lot more relaxed after her second drink. The music still had a sexy vibe to it and she asked Chris to dance. He held her from behind and caressed her stomach sexily just how she likes as she made sexy moved gyrating her arse back onto him. She was amazed that he was already hard and sighing softly she rubbed herself back against him.

With that Matt came in and Chris introduced him. He was dark haired, slightly stockier than the other 2 but with a nice confident smile. Do you have any other music?" she asked.

Chris took her over to the music player and showed her a huge pile of CDs. She noticed next to them some board games. The one on top was entitled "Sexy party games for adults."

"Do you play these with your girlfriend?" my wife asked. Chris replied but she didn't hear a thing. All she was thinking about was Chris with his girlfriend, his hard cock sliding in and out of some lucky girl's soaking pussy and his firm body anchoring them to the bed.

"Could I ask you for a dance too," Matt asked, bringing her back out of her erotic thoughts. Chris put on some slower music and she put her hands around Matt's neck and she felt his on her waist. Adam had joined them, more uninhibited now after the beer and as Matt's hands moved lower down onto her bum, she felt Adam's hands on her waist.

Soon she went back to a dance with Chris. His hands too moved down to her perfect peachy bum and he moved in to kiss her. She didn't resist and they started snogging, his tongue probing at her mouth, she soon opened for him and his firm hot tongue snaked around in her mouth. Her hand moved down to his crotch as the other 2 guys danced and watched. He withdrew from her mouth and she whispered in his ear "Your cock's so hard. Do you want to show me that game. It sounds fun." 

He took the box and opened it as she joined him on the settee. "This is a good game to start with." It was spin the bottle. "Every time the bottle points at you, you have to remove an article of clothing."

"Oh, yes. Let's play," she gasped only thinking about seeing Chris naked and not really about 3 young guys leering over her naked body. They sat down on the floor in a circle and my wife span first. It pointed at Chris. He removed his shirt and she stared at his firm, well toned torso, wishing she could stroke it. Next, it pointed at my beautiful wife. She started to feel horny, wondering what to take off first but got up and pulled off her sexy black trousers which had clung tantalizingly to her perfect shapely arse. She was getting wet now. only a couple of hours ago she'd been lecturing to these sexy guys and now she was sat in her knickers with them leering at her and she knew there was no way back and soon she'd be completely naked in front of them. 

She was getting desperate to see Chris's hard cock and her spin went just pas him and back to herself. She sat with her knees up in the air. Adam was opposite her and his eyes on her white panties desperately trying to see more. She unbuttoned her white blouse and pulled it off, letting her gorgeous long brown hair fall down her back. This time it was Matt and he stood up and took his jeans off. My wife saw the bulge in his tight silver boxer shorts and he sat down again. Now Chris and he teased her by just taking his socks off. "Oh, that's not fair," my wife gasped in her sexy Russian accent. But he spun it back to himself and she watched fixedly as his jeans came off. He wore really tight white briefs and his cock looked massive in them. "Oh, my God," she couldn't help letting out.

Adam got the next 2 and his socks and trousers came off and although he was slighter than the other 2 she thought his cock actually might have been the biggest. Then Matt took his shirt off to reveal a nice, firm, hairy torso.

Then it went back to Chris. He looked into my wife's eyes as he slid his boxer shorts off and his big hard cock sprung out. My wife desperately wanted it. "Oh Chris, I want your cock so much." But he said it would be against the rules ad she'd have to be patient.

Next Adam, but instead of removing his shirt, he pulled his boxer shorts off, to reveal 8 or 9 inches of beautiful stiff cock.

Matt got his socks off and there wasn't much left to come off now. Then Adam was naked and my wife was breathing heavily now. Now my wife. "Could someone help me take my bra off," she beckoned to Chris and he knelt behind her, his erection rubbing against her back. He unclipped her bra and pulled it off as she reached behind her and took Chris's cock in her hand and started wanking him and his hands were all over her breasts, caressing and kneading them. He laid her on her back and started kissing her as she stroked his cock and his hands fondled her lovely 32D breasts.

She felt hands in the side of her knickers. She didn't care whose now and lifted her bum so Adam could pull them off. She lifted her knees and spread her legs giving the guys their first sight of my wife's beautiful pussy that they'd been fantasizing about all year.

She felt Adam's hand in her thick brown mound and then his tongue with no pre-amble so good on her swollen, juicy cunt lips. She took Chris's cock in her mouth, enveloping his bulbous glans and the top of his hard, veiny shaft with her soft moist lips.

The harder Adam's tongue lapped at her pussy lips and engorged clit, the harder she sucked Chris's cock. Matt had removed his boxer shorts and stroked his cock as he knelt down beside her soft tanned body and started stroking her breasts. Adam slipped 2 fingers inside her and started fucking her with them, her soaking fanny squelching appreciatively on them. She noticed Matt's cock too and took it in her other hand and in throes of passion started wanking him hard.

She took Chris's cock out of her mouth and pulled his head down to kiss him again as Adam's tongue now pushed into her sweet, succulent Russian pussy. "Fuck me darling, I need your hard cock inside me."

Adam moved aside as he saw what was happening and Chris moved between my wife's gorgeous thighs and she stroked his firm, muscly young body as he pushed his tongue into her mouth and she felt his throbbing and hot glans rubbing against her gaping cunt lips before he thrust inside her, making her gasp deeply and moan heavily. He held her hands onto the floor and she felt his hard chest crush her soft breasts and then his hairy balls caressing the area between her pussy and arsehole as his whole length pushed deep into her belly.

For a 19 year old, he made love to her skilfully, fucking her with long deep passionate thrusts and then gradually shagging her harder and faster as she wanted it. He now supported himself with his hands and her hands were wrapped around his neck, her mouth open, moaning noisily as his fucking became relentless. She started to tense up, her soft lovely fanny lips lamping on hi hard cock as she came hard and noisily. "Go on darling, yes, keep fucking me hard. I love your cock darling," she kept talking filthily to him and soon she felt him exploding in her pussy, the thick, creamy spunk splattering the wet, creamy walls of her vagina. She kissed him hard before he pulled out. 

Adam and Matt were sat wanking on the settee and chair, not believing the sex they'd witnessed. My wife went over to Matt, kneeling between his legs, she stroked his hairy chest and thighs. "Oh yes, I love your hairy body," she gasped as she let his hard cock rub against her tits. Adam's hands were all over her sensational arse as she took Matt's cock in her mouth and sucked him hard. "You can fuck me if you want Adam," she said, looking round at his long hard cock.

My wife is just amazing in the doggy position, her curves and tanned body displayed to the full. Adam moved between her thighs. Chris's spunk glistened as it dribbled out of her cunt, down her thighs. Adam had never seen anything so amazing. He slid his cock straight up my wife's pussy and holding her waist started fucking her. She gasped hard as his length pushed deeper even than Chris had been and as Adam pumped into her, she wanked Matt hard licking his hairy thigh.

After only a minute or so, Adam gasped and she felt him shooting his seed deep inside her. She wanked Matt so hard that he came all over her lovely 32Dbreasts, showering them with his thick spunk. She milked him right off before sucking his glans.

Chris invited them upstairs as the girls would soon be home and they went up to his room, taking the game with them. There were countless cards to pick, each one with a position from the Kama Sutra. My wife would pick the guys names out to find out who would be fucking her each time.

Chris was pretty much hard again now but my wife gave him a blow job until he was really hard again. She sat on the edge of the bed sucking his cock as she wanked the other 2. 

Chris would go first. My wife picked the card, She had to lay on her back, making sure her arse was lined up with the edge of the bed and her feet pointing up to the ceiling. Chris stood at the edge of the bed and guided his cock back into her wet gaping fanny. They would fuck in each position for a couple of minutes but she wished Chris would fuck her like that all night.

Matt was next and he was hard as a rock again after watching his mate shagging her. Matt had to stand against the wall and he lifted my wife up, she wrapped her legs around him and his cock slipped into her pussy. They kissed as he thrust into her and she was soon gasping deeply, "fuck me, oh fuck me," she repeated. She thought she was gonna cum again as it was so long since she'd been fucked in this position. She was right on the edge again when Matt lifted her off his rampant cock.

Adam's turn now. It was another standing position. Adam held her waist as she leant forward and he held her knee up as he fucked her from behind. This time with Adam's 9 inch stiff cock, she did cum noisily

The next card she drew, Chris had to lick her out from behind so she got on all fours on the bed and enjoyed as Chris's tongue pleasured both her well fucked cunt and her tight sweaty little arsehole.

Next was reverse cowgirl with Matt. He laid on his back and she sat astride him guiding his cock back into her pussy and she rode him hard, her breasts wobbling around as she supported herself with her hands and he fondled her breasts. She could tell he was getting close to cumming but she pulled off before he could cum in her twat.

Next Chris laid on his side and my wife laid on her side facing him with her legs wrapped around him. As he fucked her, she caressed his arse and this time she felt him cumming hard in her pussy.

The next card was a mutual masturbation with Adam. He sat on the edge of the bed and my wife sat astride his thigh giving him access to her wet, hairy pussy. They kissed as he stroked her pussy lips with his fingers and my wife wanked him.

Matt now. My wife laid on her stomach and he laid on top of her and his cock back in her soaking fanny, shagging hard soon filling her with another load of semen.

Now just Adam's spunk to get. A standing 69er. She wrapped her legs around his neck and soon his tongue was all over her sweet fanny again as she sucked Adam's cock. This time they both came, Adam's cock pumping his spunk down her throat.

Needless to say, we were soon buying one of those games.



Fun and Games



It was Friday night and my girlfriend Stacey and I had just finished dinner and had decided to spend the night at home having a few margaritas and playing Mario Kart. Suddenly the phone rang, it was my buddy John. 

"Dude, Dave what's up man?" John asked.

"Not much, bro just settling in for the night with the Mrs. You? I replied. 

"John, that's lame man! Let's go out! I've been bummed this month since Jen broke it off with me. I wana get my mind off her; ditch the little misses and lets hit the shoe show." Came John's response. 

The shoe show was John's cleaver name for the strip club, because he argued the girls took off their clothes so as to not distract from showing off their shoes. Thinking about it for a few seconds I looked at Stacey. She was sitting on the couch sipping her margarita. She was wearing a light blue Nike running skirt that hit about mid-thigh when she was standing up, now that she was seated it almost didn't cover enough as it barely covered her ass. She was also sporting a tight fitting spaghetti strap tank that was cut low enough to show off the ample cleavage that her black push up bra was providing her. Not that she needed the push up bra, Stacey had a full C cup as it was but she liked the attention she got by showing off her cleavage. Her Strawberry blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Looking at my wife sitting there looking like a sexy tittle tennis player, made me remember how lucky I was to be with her. 

"Hey babe, it's John he's feeling a little bummed over Jen and wants to go out tonight, do you mind?" I asked her. 

She smiled at me. "I guess we could go out tonight." She responded. 

"Umm, actually I think Jon has a boy's night in mind." I said. 

She gave me a little pouty look. "Boo!" she shouted at John as much to me. "I miss you babe, between work and night classes you've been busy all week. I need some attention!" she said as she leaned forward and squeezed her tits together with her arms playfully. 

God I really am a lucky man I thought. Not only did Stacey put up with my hectic schedule and love to play video games like I did but she had a sex drive that just wouldn't stop. 

Talking into my cell again "No can do tonight buddy. But that does suck about Jen man. Hold on a sec." I told John. 

Turning to Stacey again I asked "Babe, you're right you do deserve some time. John's just needs some company. Would you mind if he came over tonight, and hung out with us?"

Stacey got an annoyed look on her face. "Oh I suppose!" Came her reply as she rolled her eyes. "But we're still playing Mario Kart!" she said loud enough for John to here, as a mischievous grin spread over her face. 

"Hey bro, so I need to stay in tonight, but you're welcome to come over and hang out with us." I told John. 

"I don't know man; I wanted to see some tits tonight. I haven't been laid in over two months and I need some new spank bank material" was John's response. 

"Sigh, come on dude, come on over, it beats going to the club by yourself, or sitting at home jerking it!" I told him.

At hearing that Stacey perked up "What's his deal?" she asked.

"He hasn't been laid in a while and was hoping to see some tits. " I told her. 

"Bawahahah!" She folded over laughing. After a few seconds you could tell she had a thought and she grinned like a Cheshire cat. Speaking up so John could hear her she said "Tell that pussy to get over here!"

"Alright fine, I'll head over. " came the response from the other end of the line. 

Hanging up the phone I turned asking Stacey "What was that about?"

"Nothing, John's just a big perv. That guy always wants some!" she laughed, pounding the last of her margarita. 

Stacey made her way into the kitchen and poured herself another margarita from the pitcher I had made up. She also got down a few shot glasses and filled one with tequila. Making her way back to the living room she handed me the shot. 

"What's with the shot?" I asked

"I'm already working on my second and you have barely touched yours, considerate a penalty shot!" she responded with a smirk. 

I downed my shot as she made her way to the entertainment center. She powered up the Wii and hit the eject button. After putting the disk that had been in the system back in its case she made a production of leaning over to put it away and getting out Mario Kart. Rather than simply keeling to get the new game out she bent over strait legged and as she did so her already short skirt rode up until I could glimpse the bottom of her ass, as well as the tiny black lace thong she was wearing that just covered her pussy. Stacey took a few seconds longer than normal while looking for the new game, and the more I stared at that little heart shaped ass the more I felt the familiar tightness in my groin as my cock started to get hard. By the time she found the game disk and put it in I was sporting some major wood, and my cock was straining against my shorts. 

Noticing the growing bulge in my shorts as she came back to the couch Stacey leaned over and whispered "Someone must like their view." And then she kissed me softly as she playfully grabbed and squeezed my aching member through my shorts before sitting back down.

In the 20 minutes to took John to arrive Stacey and I had played several rounds of Mario Kart and we both had finished our drinks. When the doorbell rang Stacey popped up and grabbed our glasses. 

"I'll get us drinks, you get the door." She said as she bounded off to the kitchen. 

As I opened the door John was leaning against the door frame, with a smirk on his face. John stands about an inch taller than me at 6' 2" and has a fairly thick build compared to my swimmers build; he easily had 30 pounds on my 180 pound frame. His hair was strawberry blond compared to my dark brown hair. And while I had a dark mid-summer tan going John had the pasty white look that gave away the fact he was part ginger. 

"I brought beer" John said as he held up a case of Bud Lite. "Figure if I can't see tits at least I can get drunk!"

I just laughed and invited him in. It had been about a month since he and his girlfriend Jen had broken up, and I'm sure he was dying for some action. Making our way back to the living room we found Stacey waiting for us. She had a tray with 3 margaritas for us as well as 3 shots of tequila. 

"Shots and drinks huh? I think someone's looking to get drunk tonight!" I laughed

She grinned "Yeah you two! She shot back. "Johns got penalty two shots and you have one."

"Penalty shots?" John asked. 

"Yep, Dave and I are two drinks up on you already, and I'll be damned if I'm getting more drunk than you two." Stacey replied.

"OK I get John's shots buts what's with my penalty shot?" I asked. 

"It's because Johns here tonight, and I wanted some. " She said in a pouty tone. 

"Don't let me stop you two!" said John

"Don't worry I won't" Stacey quipped back quickly, with a big grin on her face. "Now drink bitch!"

Both John and I laughed at this and downed our shots as we started up a new game. After about two hours of playing and about 3 drinks later John spoke up. "Not to complain, cause the company's great but I'm getting a little bored." 

I thought for a minute and replied "Why don't we up the stakes a little. Last place in a round has to do a shot." 

Stacey looked at us and said "You two just want to see me smashed." 

"Babe, you've been kicking our asses all night, you don't have much to worry about. " I said. 

Stacey just laughed. "I'll tell you boys what; you wanted to see some tits tonight right?" She asked. 

"Hell yeah!" John piped in quickly.

"OK, so let's really make it interesting, last place loses an article of clothes, and second place does a shot!" She said with a sly grin. 

"I'm game!" John shot back. 

"You sure babe?" I asked. 

"I have twice as much chance of seeing some cock as you boys do of seeing tits; besides like you said, I've been kicking your asses all night!" she pointed out. 

"OK, cool, I'm in." I told her. 

I was still hard from her earlier teasing, and the liquor, coupled with her skimpy outfit hadn't helped things. Getting up to use the bath room I looked over at John and could tell he was having the same issue. In the bathroom I had a hard time due to the raging hard on I now had, but letting it out felt good. I finished up and headed back to the game. As I returned I was greeted by Stacey holding another shot of tequila. 

She handed me the shot and quipped "Penalty shot for delay of game!"

I downed my shot and we started the first round of our new game. I won the first of the three race set John came in second and Stacey finished third. 

"Ah yeah, we're gonna see some tits!" John exclaimed as he crossed the finish line. 

"Slow your roll there sparky, it's only one race." Was all Stacey said. 

I smiled agreeing with John, and thinking about how much I wanted to see and touch her body. As we started our second race Stacey took a big pull on her drink, leaving her a little late off the line, however by the end of the race she had pulled ahead of both John and I. 

She turned to John and said "Looks like some ones gonna be striping soon!"

John just smiled back and we got ready to start the third and final race of that round. After a few minutes once the dust settled I had won again, and Stacey finished ahead of John. 

She poured herself a shot and as she downed it she looked at John and said "Strip you slut!"

At that John and I both laughed. John made a big production of pulling off his shirt and afterward he danced for a second in front of Stacey doing his best male stripper impression. Stacey responded with a wolf whistle that only egged him on. He sat on her lap facing her and proceeded to grind his crotch against her chest. She responded to this by grabbing his ass and squeezing it tightly. As I watched them my cock got even harder than it had been and it ached to get lose. I finally couldn't take it anymore and told them it was enough and time for the next game. They both let out a little sigh and we continued. The second game ended with John winning, Stacey doing another shot, and me coming in last. 

Stacey downed another shot and now was my turn for a strip tease. I stripped off my shirt and sat down next to Stacey. I knew I couldn't dance and didn't want to ruin the mood by making it seem funny. So I pulled Stacy on to my lap facing away from me. I then proceeded to grind my rock hard cock against her ass as I grabbed her tits and sucked on her neck. Stacey's nipples immediately hardened at my touch, and she moaned a little as the bulge in my shorts ground into her. She responded by grinding her ass against my crouch until John broke us up. 

Settling back into another set of races I was determined not to lose and apparently so was John. We traded 1st place for the first two races and I took 1st place in the third race with John taking second. Stacey came in last place all three races. I wasn't sure if the drinking had gotten to her or if she had thrown them. 

I don't think John cared as he slammed down his shot and then looked right at Stacey and said "Time to show off them tits sweetheart. "

Stacey just smiled and stood up, then walked so she was in front of both of us. Then without saying a word she bent over strait legged, and slowly peeled off her little black thong. Once it was off she threw it at me and it hit me in the face. It was immediately apparent that she was turned on. Her panties were soaking wet. She just smiled and sat back down between us like nothing happened. We started the next set of races but it was clear that Stacey wasn't going to play fair. At the start of the first race she put her hand on my aching member and rubbed my crouch until my already hard cock started to leak pre-cum and I could clearly feel my pants getting wet. 

After that I had a hard time focusing on the game. During the start of the second race she did the same thing to John. He was clearly enjoying it as he even let out a soft moan. And by the third race she decided to sit on Johns lap and spent the whole race grinding her now bare ass on his hard cock, dry humping him. Poor John had no chance in the race but he loved what she was doing. After the first lap he put his controller down and was holding her hips dry humping her for all he was worth. By the time the race ended he had beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. When Stacey stood up I could see he pants were soaked. 

John having come in third wasted no time in pulling off his pants. While I had expected to find him wearing boxers, he had gone commando. Having only been wearing a tee-shirt and jeans John now found himself buck naked. His cock was standing up fully hard, and pre-cum was dripping off the tip. John's cock was a little longer than mine and looked to be around eight and a half inches long compared to my solid seven inches. As John stood there Stacey just stared at his member, memorized by his hard manhood. 

"Looks like I lost" said John "Bummer too, things were just getting good!"

Stacey smiled "Hold on now big boy. Dave still has to take a shot. Besides we can still play, we'll just change the rules a little. From now on second and third place strips as well as doing a shot. If at any point in time a player has no clothes they have to do whatever the winner says for 5 minutes. "

"Done!" respond John.

"I'm down too." I said. 

"Good Dave strip!" she said as she looked at me. 

"Huh? I thought it was just a shot this round." I replied. 

"Nope new rules start now" she shot back quickly. 

I quickly downed my shot and lost my pants. Now down to nothing but my boxers, my rock hard cock tented out finally free from my jeans. The front of my boxers had a clear wet spot where I had been leaking form excitement. Stacey inspected her handiwork and laughed, clearly happy with herself. 

"I told you two I was going to see some cock tonight!" She said in a cocky tone. 

I smile spread over he face again and she said "It looks like you boys are really horny, do you want some relief?" 

"Oh please baby, my cocks so hard!" I pleaded

"Stacey, my balls are so blue. It's been more than a month since I got laid." Was John's response. 

At this Stacy walked over to me and whispered in my ear "Drop em!" and nuzzled my neck. 

I scrambled out of my boxers as quickly as I could. As soon as they hit the floor Stacey grabbed my throbbing member and gave it a few slow tugs. Soon pre-cum was flowing from the tip and I was lost in my pleasure. Suddenly she stopped and turned on John. She grabbed his balls with one hand and stoked his cock with the other. Within a minute she had John moaning and shaking, I could tell he was close. Without warning Stacey stopped what she was doing, walked to the couch and sat down, propping her feet up on the coffee table spread eagle. 

"I want a show, boys." she said as she began to play with her exposed pussy. "I know you boys used to fool around in college, so show me what you did."

I began to protest, but without saying a word John dropped to his knees in front of me and engulfed my cock in his mouth. My protests fell off as he bobbed up and down on my knob, taking it deeper with each pass until he swallowed my entire cock. I was in heaven; my best friend was sucking me off as my girlfriend was fingering herself. After a few minutes I felt a warm tingle in my nuts and I knew I couldn't last long. I grabbed the back of John's head and pumped his mouth faster and faster until my cock exploded throwing rope after rope of sticky cum down his thought. 

John pulled off my now deflating cock and just grinned. Moving from me to Stacey John crawled between her legs and began to lap at her twat, as he did she grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face into her pussy. Stacey was moaning and trashing in ecstasy. My cock twitched and started to come back to life watching them, so I walked over to Stacey and without warning shoved my half hard cock in her mouth. As my cock sprang back to life Stacey moaned with an orgasm from John's expert tongue fucking. 

By now John's cock needed some attention so he pulled Stacey off the couch and on to the floor, placing her on her hands and knees so he could take her doggie style. As he slid into her from behind I wiggled my way under her and into a 69 position. Stacey wasted no time in working my knob as I licked her clit and John pumped her twat. I had an excellent view of his tick ridged member working her over and moved back a little more so I also had access to his balls and ass. I started sucking lightly on Johns balls well Stacey was going to town on my cock. After a little while I pulled his balls aside and started to lick his asshole. As soon as I made contact John let out a low moan, and I knew he liked it, so I pushed in deeper. 

After a few minutes of this Stacey let out a deep moan and started to quiver as she came. The combination of Stacey's pussy convulsing on his cock and me tongue fucking him proved too much for John and he emptied his balls into Stacey's pussy. As John pulled out of Stacey I moved back to replace his cock with my tongue. I began licking her clean as she continued to work my dick. I was enjoying the taste of Stacey and John mixing together when she slid a finger up my ass and started to finger me as she deep troughed my shaft. The sensation was too much and I shot my second load of the night. 

Now fully spent, Stacey rolled off of me and with a giggle just quipped "And you boys wanted to go to the strip club!"