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Imagination

By: cooper



Imagination is at the core of our sex drive. Remember dreaming about what the first time would be like? And thinking about what it would be like to be with the girl/guy in your third period history class. Or what it would be like to be with the older man/woman in the neighborhood? Before your first time, all of the fantasy of how terrific it would be? Our imagination drives us to more and more sexual exploration.

In our case, we first made love as teenagers after teasing ourselves for months of intense passion just stopping short, always wondering what it would be like to go all the way. When we finally did, it was several times a day, every day that we could get together in every position imaginable in every location imaginable. We also got caught several times .. twice in the car, once in the woods on the picnic blanket, once in the fog on a park bench, once by her sister (who had watched for 20-30 minutes before we saw her). This was so much fun that after we were married, we would do it in semi-public places just to relieve the excitement of our youth.

Like others, imagination continued to play a role in our married sex play. Who hasn't occasionally thought of someone else while having sex? Or imagined someone else having sex with your partner? Like everyone else, we had several divorced relatives, friends and neighbors but were sure that we would stay married forever. Knowing that infidelity had been an issue with many of these couples; we discussed the possibility that we might be tempted to stray sometime over the next 50 years. We took what we thought was a very mature attitude that if might happen but that it would be no big thing knowing that we were there for each other in the long run. We also made a pact that we would be open and honest with each other if and when such a temptation were to arise.

Our first test of this was with a friend of mine that she had always found attractive and often flirted with. I had teased her about her apparent desire to seduce him and she had responded with how silly that was. Never the less, this teasing always lead to intense love-making for us as we imagined what such an affair would be like. He moved out of the country during our first year of marriage but kept in touch with the occasional birthday card and postcard. He did return home for Christmas that first year so we had him over for dinner. After dinner, conversation and much wine, she caught him under the mistletoe and gave him a long, passionate kiss. He said that he now knew why he was so jealous of me. Now my imagination really took off as I fantasized them making love. After a while, I made up an excuse to go to the store to get something and told them not to do anything I wouldn't do!! All of the time I was gone, I visualized them necking and more. When I returned, I looked through the blinds and saw them on the couch kissing. I thoroughly enjoyed this for several minutes and then went to the door, making enough noise to alert them to my presence. Sure enough, when I entered, he was on the couch and she greeted me at the door. She was so radiant, cheeks glowing, breathing deeply and a little disheveled. We went into the kitchen and I asked her what they talked about while I was gone. She said that they had danced some, did I mind? "No, but I must have looked through the window after you finished dancing." She said "Oh, you said don't do anything that your wouldn't do" with an impish little grin. I asked if she wanted to finish seducing him? "God, I'd love to but…?" We then went out and invited him into the bedroom. Our imaginations took over for the next several hours.

The next day we couldn't believe that we, with no experience with anyone except each other, had had a threesome. Awesome. This one night lead to months of increased passion. 

A couple of years later, when she had returned to college, she told me of a guy in a couple of her classes that she could be interested in. I encouraged her to explore and she kept me appraised of relationship ultimately including detailed accounts of his seduction of her in his camper in the school parking lot and the many times after that until she grew bored and broke it off. I too had a couple of brief affairs that we were completely open about, but I frankly found that extramarital affairs were a lot of trouble for some brief thrills while I was getting great sex at home.

After sowing our wild oats like this in our 20's, we settled into a conventional marriage for the next many years. We did find that if my rod needed a little stiffening, all we had to do was recall the threesome or her college affair. We would occasionally go all night on these relived fantasies. About the time we turned forty, I found that I had more difficulty getting it up, probably due to stress, aging, boredom .. who knows. We resorted more and more to our imaginations to resolve this. Not only the recollection of these previous adventures but we would try to invent some new fantasy. Unfortunately, her fantasies lacked detail i.e. she would say I meet a tall, dark & handsome stranger, he kissed me and then we made love…end of story. Not quite enough to get turned on to. 

One night we are lying there and I am stuck at about half-mast. I said, it is too bad that you haven't had any affairs since college. She said, "Well, there was my little old lover". "This is interesting, tell me more." It seems that he had been coming onto her for years and she had brushed it off. "What made you change your mind?" Oh, I don't know. "When and where did you get together?" I would have him over to my office after the last client had left. This differently had my interest and we made love several times that night. She had developed a knack for inventing detail .. or had she really had an affair without telling me? Surely I would have had some suspicion…

Each night after that she would elaborate more. And we were making love like bunnies. It seems that they had gotten together 2-3 times a week for over a year. This fantasy was becoming real. Her imagination was like it had never been before. I even began to wonder if it had really happened. On a Friday night she told me that they had sometimes left both of their offices and meet at a motel. The La Quinta Inn near the airport. I couldn't place it so she said the one with Lyon's across the parking lot. Oh, that one! That Monday, after work, I went to the La Quinta and asked to see a room. It was just like she had described it. The round table, leather chair, make-up table and mirror, décor, etc.

I told her that night that I had been to the motel and that it was just like she had described. Was the affair real? Maybe. When did it end? Early this year. And I never suspected. Awesome. As the nights went by, she told me more. We hadn't had sex like this for years. I loved it.

Why hadn't she told me? It turns out that it was her business partner who I never really liked so she kept it to herself. But he is 65 and you are 41! I guess there is hope for senior sex. It seems that his wife had cut him off 10 years earlier. He had fallen head over heals in love with my wife when he first meet her 4 years ago and had been flirting non-stop ever since.

So what made her decide to go beyond flirting? She wasn't sure. Boredom, flattery and a developing friendship based on the business. The first time was in his office in the City after hours. As he often did, he was giving her a neck and shoulder massage and telling her how beautiful she was. She said that when he finished, with no forethought, she got up and gave him a deep, wet kiss. Her pulse began to race, she felt a warm glow all over and she just melted. Her legs were so shaky that she led him to his leather couch and fell into his arms. He slowly undressed her and made love to her lovely breasts for a long time. Eventually they both got completely undressed and made love on the couch until after 8pm. Apparently I was working late that night and she got home just a few minutes before me. After that they made love after work almost every night but they were careful to not be so late as to create suspicion.

This affair has been over for almost a decade but it left a lot of wonderful imagined visuals to add to memories of our earlier adventures. I can still visualize her young body (120lbs, pale, freckled, red hair) energetically making love to our friend, her naked rocking her college friends camper in the school parking lot, and now many detailed visuals of her and her "little old lover" satisfying her now somewhat Rubenesque body. His bald little head buried between her thighs, his nose poking through her dark red pubic hair, she perched on the hotel make-up table with her legs wrapped around his waist, them always showering together before and after, them on her office couch, bent over her desk, on the floor in every room of her office. Wow. We still draw on these images when we need a little stiffening. Recently, I have asked her about the younger, African-American man in her employ. She just smiles and says, "use your imagination" and I do.

Imagination



He walked into her bedroom and saw her sitting there. The only light in the entire house emanated from her computer monitor, which she was intently staring at, leaning back slightly in her office chair. He saw that she wore no clothing and appeared totally engrossed in whatever was written on her monitor. She was totally unaware that he was there. He stole quietly into her room, coming up behind her chair. Still, she did not notice his presence, so engrossed was she in her reading. 

He peered over her shoulder at the computer screen, reading the paragraph she had skimmed down to: "I felt your fingers tugging at my belt, then unbuttoning the top of my jeans as I tried to concentrate on my driving. There was the sound of a zipper and I felt you reaching for me, freeing me. You held my cock by its base with one hand, the other softly, almost lovingly, stroking it. I could hear your breathing growing heavier. And out of the corner of my eye I saw you toss your hair, letting it fall on my stiff, bare cock, then moving your head so that the silky strands danced cooly against the skin."

He smiled. She was reading something he had written and sent to her weeks ago! And she was reading it wearing nothing at all. He couldn't see her body well enough in the dark room, standing behind her the way he was. He was about to lay his hand upon her shoulder, when he heard it...a slight buzzing noise. What was that? He took a step closer to peer over her shoulder, and when he did, he caught her eye. She swung round, a startled look coming into her green eyes. She gasped as she did this, then recognition came into her eyes. A faint smile tugged at her thin, delicate lips. "Oh, you scared me! I didn't hear you come in!"

"I knocked. When you didn't answer, I thought I'd just try the door. It was open. I let myself in. You know, you really should learn to lock your door....just about anyone could come in." He was grinning down at her.

"So I see." She laughed.

He looked down in her hand and saw what the noise was coming from a moment ago...her vibrator. His eyes went from there, to her flat tummy, her lickable belly button. She watched his eyes as they roamed from there, down to where her shapely thighs met, back up to her breasts. He noticed her breasts, though not large, were firm and pert, just begging him to touch them. Seeing the vibrator in her hand, he knew he had walked in on a private interlude. She was about to masturbate while reading his story. The thought provoked erotic feelings within himself. "I've interrupted you."

She looked down at the vibrator and sheepishly back at up at him. "Caught red-handed." She began to reach down for the box it was stored in, as if to put it away. His hand flew out, catching her wrist.

"Don't!" he said.

She hesitated for a moment, hearing the urgency in his voice. She leaned back up into her chair. "Don't what?" she asked, looking at his fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist.

He immediately let go. "I'm sorry. I just meant don't put the vibrator away. I want you to use it. Please. Don't let me interrupt what you were about to do."

Again, a smile tugged at her lips. She raised one dark eyebrow at him, her dark hair framing her face, falling down around her shoulders. "You want me to masturbate in front of you?"

He looked down on her, wanting so much to touch her. Her nakedness unnerved him, very much. He had never before seen her in this way and wasn't sure if she wanted him here or not. "Very much...I'd love to watch you." The question was raised in his dark eyes.

"Mmmmm...well, that could be fun. You may even have to jump in, at some point." She smiled playfully at him, her eyes twinkling.

He sat on the hope chest at the end of the bed next to her, leaning forward with his hands upon his knees. She watched him lick his full lips and something stirred within her. She reached out and laid one hand upon his hard thigh, rubbing it. Neither one said a word. She drew her hand away and slowly turned her attention back to the screen. She continued reading his story of erotica: "With that, the world around me became a miasma of sight and sound. I was totally lost in what you was doing to me. The feel of your hand, your hair on me. The moans from deep within you, so soft, so contented. Finally, I felt you kiss the helmet of my cock, then let your tongue dance oh so lightly against it with fast, fiery flicks. You began to move the hand that held me up and down, your grip loose so that the soft skin of your palm grazed against the length of my shaft. I felt your tongue pushing against the opening in the head of my cock. I heard your coquettish laughter as I began to move beneath your touch. Then, in one swift movement, you took me completely. I could feel you, see you pushing, pushing, pushing my cock deeper into your open throat. I could feel your tongue wrapped around the underside of my shaft and I could hear the sounds of satisfaction that escaped you when you'd successfully taken the whole of me. I felt your teeth grazing me as you began to release me so slowly and sweetly until your teeth moved against my swollen head. I gasped as you raked your teeth across the helmet once, twice, three times."

He watched her as she leaned back in the office chair, her long hair draping over the back. She sighed and closed her eyes for just a moment, opening her thighs. She spread her legs apart, holding her vibrator in one hand. Her other hand found her right breast and began to fondle her nipple. She opened her eyes and continued to read. He didn't take his eyes off of her, as she turned the nipple around in her fingers. Her nipples were pink and sweet, and they puckered at her touch, becoming hard nodules no bigger than the end of his little finger. He knew he wanted to suck on them, feeling the soft buckle of skin between his teeth. He watched her as she continued to read his tale of sensuality and adventure, watching her face flush with excitement as she read the words that spun from his titillating mind. He became rock hard watching her reaction to his story. She still held the vibrator, which was running. He looked at the vibrator more closely, feeling his arousal. It was a typical dildo sort of affair, about 6 inches in length...the girth nothing to write home about. It was pink...it almost reminded him of jello when he looked at it. The interesting thing about it was that it appeared to have a rotating motion to it. In addition, there was what appeared to be rabbit ears coming off the side of the dildo and they vibrated rapidly. He was sure this was for clitoral stimulation. He watched as she reached down with her left hand to place her middle finger and index alongside her clit, lifting it forward to give her better access. Holding the vibrator, or the rabbit, as it were, in her right hand, she lowered it to her sweet spot. 

At the moment of contact, her body jumped and she sucked in her breath. Then she settled back, still reading, every once in awhile hitting her page down arrow, but keeping control of the vibrator all the while. She rotated the bunny ears around and around her clit, pushing her knees further apart. She lifted her pelvis forward and as she did, separated her pussy lips to make entry of the dildo easier for herself. She lifted the dildo and lined it up with her pussy. She then placed just the tip of the dildo at the entrance of her pussy lips and began to rotate it. He listened to the sounds of her wetness as the dildo began to puddle her desire. She moaned softly and closed her eyes, as if not needing the story anymore. She dropped her head back and inserted the dildo into herself, shoving her pelvis forward to accommodate it. Her breathing was irregular -- short, shallow breaths, then deep ones following, as she began to rock her pelvis. He thought he would burst into flames just sitting next to her. He stood up, leaned over her pretty face, watching her closed eyes, and surprised her with the touch of his lips on hers. This was not a soft kiss, but rather urgent and demanding. She reacted in kind, as she felt his tongue slide down her throat. His mouth forced hers wide open and she thought she would suffocate, just as he dislodged himself from her.

"I want to watch you come all over that dildo."

She nodded as if concentrating on what she was trying to accomplish. The look on her face told him she was working hard at getting just the results she wanted. He thought he would help her along. He swiveled her chair around so that she was facing him now. The glow from the computer lit one side of her body, the other side dark. He knelt down, placing himself between her knees. She had her legs spread generously open and was sliding the dildo in and out of herself. He got right down by her pussy to watch. She could almost feel his breath on her pubic hair, warm and moist. The dildo was covered in pre-come wetness, white and frothy. Her labia was large and pink and inviting, as the dildo slid in and out of it's hiding place. Each time she slid the dildo completely in, he noticed that the bunny ears would strike against the clit. Each time it hit, she would moan in ecstasy.

He began to lick her inner thighs. As he did this, she lifted her head and smiled down at him. "MMMMMMM, lick me, baby. Lick me all over." Her encouragement was all he needed, as his tongue ran up and down her creamy thighs. He noticed she shaved her pussy. It was clean between her legs, but she left a frontal patch of dark hair. He began to caress her thighs. "MMMMMMM, that feels soooooooooo gooooooood. Don't stop doing that!" He continued licking and stroking her inner thighs, wanting more, but enjoying being this close to her masturbation. His cock felt like it would explode at any moment.

She began to rock her pelvis harder, as she stroked herself harder with the dildo. As the bunny ears burrowed into her pussy with each stroke, the soft buzz would change to a drone, as it is with an engine that has too much pull on it. She began to moan wildly now, as she came closer to climaxing. "I want you to eat me," she said. She pulled her vibrator away from herself, flipped the controls to off, and tossed it on the floor. She leaned forward and grabbed his face, her eyes wild now with desire. "I want you to eat my pussy! Eat me, hurry!" He was any too willing to accommodate her. His full, sensuous lips were ready for the treat. She still had his face in her hands, and now pulled him close to her pussy. "Eat. Lick my pussy. Lick it all up!" She smiled sensuously at him now. "I want to feel your tongue inside me." He leaned forward now, diving into her pussy with his face. She leaned back in the chair, hearing it creak with the shifting of her weight. When she felt his tongue slide over her clit, she moaned loudly. "Oh god, that feels sooo goood. Mmmmm....baby, yes! Lick me!" His tongue expertly found its way through the wet folds, to the opening of her pussy. He pushed his tongue inside of her, feeling the velvety softness and tasting her sweetness.

She reached down and ruffled his hair in her hands, purring. "Mmmmm..yes, baby, yessssssss." Her fingers wound their way through his dark locks, playing with his ears, as she felt his soft, wet tongue weaving its way in and out of her wet treasure. Suddenly, he changed gears and began flicking his tongue back and forth rapidly over her clit. She wasn't expecting it, as the climax gripped her suddenly, forcefully, racking her body with waves of pleasure. She yelled, "Yesssssss, oh god, yessssss!!! Oh, your tongue.....your tongue....oh god, yesssssssssssssss!" She arched her back, lifting her ass off the chair and shoving her pussy deep into his face. He shoved his index and middle finger into her pussy to feel the spasms of orgasm, satisfied that she indeed had come for him. He felt the tugging and pulling of the muscles as they spasmed over and over again. He pushed his fingers to the floor of her pussy, enjoying the rhythm of her orgasm. When they stopped, he pulled his fingers out, stood up, and stood over her. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily, her small, firm breasts rising and falling with each breath. He brushed up against her. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. He held his two fingers, which glistened with come, in front of her face, then brought them up to his mouth and licked them.

"MMMMM....does that taste good?" She asked lazily.

"Yes, it does. You taste very sweet."

"So I've been told. So.......how do YOU taste?" She asked, reaching out and stroking his hard cock through his trousers.

He laid his larger hand over the top of hers and looked at her directly. "Why don't you find out?"

She gazed up at him, studying his dark good looks, looked at his shoulders, down to his chest, then abdomen, finally resting her eyes on their idle hands, which laid over the top of his cock. She could feel his cock straining at the material of his trousers, as if ready to jump out and introduce itself to her. She smiled at the thought.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked her, noticing the sly smile that crossed her face.

"I'm thinking that I want to meet HIM," she said, as she squeezed his cock.

He removed his hand and asked, "HIM? Does my cock hold a gender, now?"

She threw her head back and laughed. "Ohhhhhh yes, he does. In fact, he holds a whole life of his own!" She stood as she said this, sidling up beside him. Again, she laid her hand on his cock. "And I'm about to suck the life right out of him," she whispered into his ear. She removed her hand and brought her arms up around his neck. She laid her delicate lips on his full ones and slowly, lazily, passionately kissed him. She slid her tongue inside his mouth and found his, wrapping them together. Her right knee came sliding up his left thigh, finding its way to his crotch. She applied pressure with her knee, feeling his tight arousal through his pants, knowing she would soon be in command of that hard-on. She ran her fingers through his hair as she continued to kiss him. She pulled her head back and looked into his eyes, smiling at him sensually. His eyes were burning with desire as he looked back at her. 

She moved her mouth to his again, this time just licking the outside of his lips, then moving her head to the side of his and licking his neck, nibbling it, kissing it. He groaned, grabbed her, held onto her as he quickly turned her and pushed her urgently onto the bed. He climbed onto her in one swift motion and laid full-length on top of her. He held her head in his hands as he brought his mouth down on hers, forcing her mouth open, the urgency and force of desire burning from his mouth to hers. His aggressiveness turned her on tremendously. She moaned as she brought her arms around his back, her legs wrapped around him tightly and thrust her pelvis into his. He pushed back with all his might, grinding his hard cock between her knees. She felt a rush of excitement like none she'd ever known. Her breath caught in her throat as his tongue forced its way to the back of her mouth, whirling and turning her tongue this way and that. She couldn't stand it anymore. She had to have him. She pushed at his powerful shoulders, attempting to scoot her way out from underneath him. She rolled to one side, dumping him onto the bed beside her. She came up to her knees, straddling him. 

"Unbutton your shirt," she demanded, her voice husky now with a deep desire to have him. As he began to work at his buttons, she adeptly undid his fly, pulling at his pants as he hurriedly shrugged out of his shirt. Both articles of clothing were tossed carelessly to the floor beside the bed, followed by socks and boxers. She sat back and studied him quickly. He was beautiful. Wide, powerful shoulders, biceps neatly defined, but not too much so. A nice hard chest angling down to firms abs. His cock was standing at attention, as if saluting her. Muscular legs complimented the whole picture. She chewed on her lower lip, smiling naughtily at him. She leaned over him and began licking his chest, going from one nipple to the other, up to his neck, back down to his chest. She licked and nibbled and caressed his chest and abdomen, moaning all the while, anxious to consume every part of him. 

He whispered something...she couldn't hear what he said. She brought her head up abruptly. "What, sexy?"

"I said blow me," he answered throatily. 

"Oh, I'm going to blow you and a whole lot more, baby. Hold still." With this she grabbed his cock in both of her hands and proceeded to bring her mouth down to him. She licked around the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around and around, shoving the tip of her tongue into the tiny opening of the head. She brought her lips around the shaft, just under the head, then slid her mouth down, down, down to the base, taking him in a little at a time. This she enjoyed. She listened to him groan, as he raised his arms over his head, grabbing the brass piping of the headboard. She loved having total command, watching him submit to her, knowing that he could turn the tables if he wanted, but not needing to, letting her control the situation. The thought only stoked the fires that burned within her. She greedily nibbled and playfully nipped at his cock, using her tongue to rub his shaft, her teeth to tantalize the head. All the while, she held him lightly in her hand, stroking, moving the skin of his cock up and down, following her mouth with it. She tasted her first bit of pre-cum, liquid and sweet. 

She moaned as the pre-cum slid across her tongue and down the back of her throat. Up to this moment, he had laid still as she had asked him, head back, eyes closed, but now as he listened to her moan, lifted his head and watched her. He loved watching her lips consume his dick, feeling the warmth of her mouth wrap itself around the shaft. He was enjoying her tongue tickling his head, dancing around the rim to the shaft below. He loved to watch. He raised his pelvis, helping her consume every inch him by slowing pushing against her mouth. He was going to make this last, if it was the last thing he did, by god. Her hair had spilled forward, laying on his belly, dragging back and forth across as her head moved up and down on his shaft. He reached out and grabbed a handful of hair in his hands, touching it. It was soft like everything else was about her. 

She lifted her head, dislodging her mouth from his cock. She pulled back and away from him, arranging herself so that her mouth was down by his balls. He watched her to see what she would do next, anticipation burning within himself. She placed her hands on his inner thighs, pushing them apart. "Raise your knees," she said, "and hand me that pillow." He did both, watching her slide the pillow under his ass. She now had total access to his balls. She didn't hesitate for a moment, but dove in with fervor, licking first one, then the other. She made sure not to miss one inch of his beautiful firm balls, as her tongue scraped across one, then the other. He moaned again, as he reached down and began to slowly stroke himself. This only served to make her lick faster, as she slid her hands under his ass, bringing him up to her face. Once again, she told him to lie still. He did, as he watched her with the slightest bit of trepidation, knowing his vulnerability at this moment with her mouth so close to his sensitive jewels. She noticed his hesitancy, aware that he really didn't know her very well. "Relax...and trust me...you're gonna like this." 

"Just be careful down there," he laughed nervously.

"Oh, I'll be careful. Don't you worry." She lifted his left ball into her mouth. She placed her tongue into the center of it, pushing at the flimsy skin. Carefully, she sucked in, forcing the ball to pop into her mouth, still pushing at the skin with her tongue. The sensation wracked him with delight, as he groaned, squirming his ass slightly under her hands. She knew she had him, now. And she was loving it. She continued to suck in, rolling her tongue around and around the loose skin. She could almost feel his ball filling up with the liquid cum she so loved. It began to firm up under her expert tongue. She released him. 




Imagination



I'm not particularly special. I'm not shy or overt in nature, nor am I verbose in words. I take care of myself, go to the gym, eat relatively well and I put the right amount of gel in my hair. I have many friends, male and female and I'm fairly well-liked. I guess I'm average. Maybe I'm even boring. But I'm ok with that, because I can entertain myself with an excellent imagination.

I'm human. I like watching TV, having pizza and beer when the occasion calls for it (which is most weekends with my buddies), I watch porn and I like sex. I don't have a girlfriend, but I've had my fair share of experiences. I have desires like any 20-something, confident, well-groomed, fairly good-looking (if I do say so myself) kind of guy and I like to entertain them.

Tonight, though, I have no plans, so I'm sitting in the dark on my couch, contemplating life. When I get like this -- analytical and self-exploratory -- I generally end up falling asleep before I can discern my next great advance in life. But for some reason, tonight I'm horny. I have no basis for this other than being of the male species. I didn't see a particularly hot chick on TV who got my juices going, as they say. I don't even have someone to think about while I jack off to whatever images I may see or conjure in my mind's eye. I just noticed that I'm rock hard for no specific reason and I'm marveling at the incredible sight that is my cock in my hand.

It's somewhat pathetic that I'm home alone, doing what I'd rather be doing with the girl next door. Not literally... That's just a figure of speech. Or is it? Now that I think of it, there's a pretty hot new neighbour who I've seen jogging up and down the street, ass tight in her Lulu Lemons, tits bouncing as she runs. She has tight abs, smooth legs, and a long, dark ponytail that she wears loosely on top of her head, with strands falling around her almond-coloured face. Her eyes are dark and piercing, which I've only noticed because she's waved a few times when she's seen me on the stoop as I've collected the morning paper.

I have no idea what her name is, but right now, my cock doesn't care. I'm not even aware of it, but I've taken myself completely out of my boxers, my eyes are closed and my hand is moving slightly faster on my dick than it was thirty seconds ago. The neighbour is in my mind and suddenly, the tank top she normally wears has become a lacy, black bra. Her capri Lulu's are a matching thong and she's in my living room. I can't imagine this would ever really happen. I'm not special, but I guess I'm not bad. Maybe I should give myself more credit, because there she is and the wetness I feel on my fingers could very well be either of us.

She must be thirsty after her run, because, dressed in her barely-there's, she grabs a glass of water and drinks most of it down in a few seconds. The rest, she dips her fingers in and splashes her face, and beads of water drip onto the roundness of her upper breasts. Did her tits just go up a size? Yes, I think they did. She smiles at me seductively, because, really, there's no other way for me to imagine this. She sees me lazily sitting on the couch with a hand on my cock and she looks almost disappointed that it's not her doing the work. She moves toward me and I'm getting excited, wondering what she intends to do. She can only want to please me in every way imaginable, given that this is my fantasy. My pre-cum is oozing in anticipation and I am forced to take my hand off of myself to allow her to get to work.

She doesn't take her sharp eyes off of mine, which drives me wild and makes me anxious at the same time. She's now kneeling in front of me, my legs spread and she has a coy smile that tells me that I'm going to enjoy this, as if there was another choice. She slowly reaches out and takes my hard dick in her hand and I shiver at her light touch. With her thumb, she ever so slowly swirls my juices over my head and the electricity shocks me. I groan and wonder where the sound came from, as I was fairly sure that I was not a moaner.

Enthused by my response, she leans forward, not diverting her gaze from my face until she has no further choice and suddenly, my cock is in her warm mouth. Barely moving, she tickles the head with her tongue, circling it, pressing against its most sensitive underside. Even more slowly, she begins to swallow me, pushing my shaft deeper into her mouth, all the while, washing me with broad strokes of her tongue. Her hand is pushed to the base of my dick and when she comes up for air, it mounts with her, pumping me so infuriatingly slowly, once, twice, three times until she gingerly takes me in again. I can't help but push my hips up toward her and I cringe each time she pulls away. I want her to work her faster and make me cum all over her face, but at the same time, I find myself enjoying this tantalizing tease more than I thought I would. Whose fantasy is this, really?

In clear efforts to cause my inevitable insanity, she sits back on her heels and smiles in a way that tells me she is gaining some pleasure in this torture. She begins to rub her hands over her chest, pushing her tits together and up, revealing cleavage and a small beauty mark that I just noticed above her bra on her right breast. Reaching behind her back, she unclasps the delicate lace barricade and allows herself to fall out of her bra, heavy and pert. Her nipples are hard; her breasts perfectly round, with some give, proving naturalness in their sway. She takes a moment to pinch her nipples and she groans as she does, her head falling back, revealing her deliciously appetizing neck. She enjoys the moment and her own touch and now I want to touch her. I don't get the chance, though, because she has other plans.

Leaning forward again, she places my desperate cock in between her tits and begins to rub them against me. My pre-cum is doing its job in coating her and the lubrication allows for easy gliding through her ample cleavage. She's looking down and enjoying the show, which makes two of us. My hips have a mind of their own and I can't control myself as I start to thrust into her. My angle is off, so I push myself closer to her from my seat on the couch. Although I have little leverage, I use every muscle I can to move with her as she bounces her tits up and down on my shaft.

I don't have enough control like this and maybe I like that in some way, but I think I want more. I stand up and for a moment, I'm held hostage, as she instantly takes me in her mouth again and starts sucking fast and hard. Where did this come from? I can't move, nor do I want to and I watch her take me all in. I don't hold her head, but I caress it as she swallows me, twirls her tongue around me, pulls me out and takes me in again. 

She moves even faster and I'm starting to buck wildly, feeling myself get out of control. She doesn't stop, not for a second and she sucks me hard, with fervour and desire. I can't help pulling her head into me, now and she doesn't object. I feel her swallow against me, hot, slippery and soft and the next instant I feel myself against the roof of her mouth, hard and rough. Her teeth barely graze me, but it doesn't hurt and the changing sensations are nearly sending me overboard. Her tongue is magical, like fairies or gypsies or a fucking blowjob goddess and I think there must be a light emanating from her mouth that feels like nothing I've ever experienced. I drive myself into her face and I don't know how, but she never breaks her rhythm and I'm going to burst...

Her hand is on my balls... Holy shit, that feels so good... and we're both making sounds that could only mean an impending explosion. Her other hand is on her tits; one then the other, then back and she's roughly squeezing them. The pleasure she's deriving from her own actions throws me into a near rage and I want to cum all over her.

Man, those breasts look good. I can't decide if I want to fuck her, let her blow me to oblivion or shoot my load on her body just so I can watch her get off on the sheer act of causing me such enjoyment. I opt for the latter and although it's hard to stop her assault, I gently guide her onto her back, groaning as she strives to keep my cock in her mouth while we move. Now I'm straddling her face, but I don't want to choke her. I pull back and with a pillow under her head (how did that get there?), she darts out her tongue and continues to lick my head in earnest.

I have little patience left, so I shift myself down her body, until I'm just over her glorious tits. I start jerking myself again and I feel the wetness from her mouth still on me, which drives me absolutely wild. I rub myself on her chest, slathering her in our combined juices and I roughly push her breasts together over my dick. She envelopes me easily and assists me with her own hands, aware of what I'm trying to accomplish. I'm too close to stop and I start to buck my hips faster, thrusting between her bouncing tits, seeing my cock push out the top. She greets each drive with her tongue, flicking it against me with a heat that's nearly intolerable. I feel myself getting tight and my cockhead is purple with rage. She pinches her nipples, moans, screams and calls my name as I get closer and closer... I pound her harder, coating her tits with more pre-cum than I thought possible. With one, two, three more thrusts, I cry out in a release that knocks me forward and I have to plant one hand next to her head to prevent myself from falling on her. I cum all over her tits, her face and her hair and she licks her lips to taste my explosion. Her breathing is as heavy as mine and as we slow our pace and my dick begins to calm, I rub it along her breasts for one last beautiful view of our entanglement.

I realize that she hasn't cum. I realize that I still don't know her name. I realize that my stomach is drenched, as are my knuckles and the top of my boxers. I'm sitting on the couch and I'm spent, my cock in my hand, my house dark and I'm alone. I smile, relieved and relaxed. I'm not particularly special and I may even be boring. But I have one hell of an imagination.



Imagination



Just lie back and imagine me with you. Listen to my voice. You won't be allowed to touch yourself unless I give you permission. Your hands will be my hands. Even though we've never met, I know you. I already know you. Your body, your wants, your beauty. They are the same as mine. Just listen, and picture what I'm saying as though I was right there with you.

Turn onto your stomach. Imagine my eyes on you, sweeping down the slopes of your beautiful back. I would just look at you, memorizing your curves, not saying a word. You start to get impatient. Imagine me straddling you, my weight settling on the small of your back, skin to skin. Picture my hands brushing your hair aside, my fingernails lightly scraping down your neck to settle at your shoulders. I would start by massaging you. Can you feel it? My fingers digging deep into your tight muscles to loosen the knots at your shoulders and back? Can you feel the brush of my hands as they travel down your back, spreading to your sides? Mm, you sound like you can feel it. I would revel in the lovely suppleness of your skin. I would take my time, massaging all your tension and stress away. Touch your shoulders now. Give yourself a little massage, and imagine it's me. Can you feel my knees pressed tightly against your sides while I lean into the motion of the massage?

Finally, you are relaxed. Your mind, at least. Your body is another story. I know this because it is the same for me. Imagine my weight shifting momentarily against your back followed by the cold, viscous sensation of liquid being trickled on you. You soon smell the saccharine scent of maple syrup. You get irritated because it's so sticky, but I promise you I'll clean it off. Picture me following through, laying the flat of my tongue on your spine and licking up in broad strokes, like a cat would with cream. Can you feel the heat, the wetness of my tongue as it explores you? Can you picture all the other places I could taste, if I was with you right now? Ah, yes, just as I thought.

The syrup is soon gone, but my ministrations don't stop. Imagine me going from long, slow strokes to the teasing tickle of the tip of my tongue as it dances over you. I finally sit back and survey my work. Your luscious body is glistening and damp from my saliva. Imagine my hands starting at your neck again. But this time it's not to massage, it's to explore, to claim. Imagine me sliding my hands down the perfect column of your back before I suddenly give a hard, brief squeeze to your ass. Oh, yes, you like that. That sudden heat pooling down deep, I have it too. God, you are beautiful. Your skin is unblemished ivory, smooth and soft. So soft, like a pillow. Fuck, I want you. I wish I was there now.

I briefly lose control. Imagine me sliding up your body and twining my fingers through the rich fall of your hair. Without warning, picture me wrapping it around my fist and yanking your head back, not enough to hurt but enough to show you I mean business. Mm-hm, I hear how much that arouses you.

You arch up, your hair pulled taut. You can only see me from the corner of your eyes, as I'm still straddling you. What do you think you would see? Lust, heat, urgency? Picture it as I lean in to place soft kisses along your jaw, a sharp contrast to the dominance with which I'm holding you. You like that? Mm, maybe dominance and submission is something we can explore another time. Maybe in person. Do you want to kiss me back? I won't let you yet. I keep your head held in place. Imagine now as I kiss up your jaw and nibble lightly at your earlobe while my breasts are crushed to you and I rock gently against you, leaving evidence of my own arousal on the small of your back.

Fuck, I am so hot right now. Turn over. I would get off you and sit on my ankles while watching you.

Ohhhh, yes. You are completely exposed to me now. Imagine us just watching each other, wordlessly. I'm in awe of your body; it's stunning. Touch yourself as I would you now. Use your hands to explore your torso before gently cupping your breasts, and imagine they're my hands. Tell me how they feel. Ah, yes, so sweet. I imagine your own hands on me as I touch myself too. We are the same. I touch myself, and I also touch you. I feel me, and it is feeling you. I know you want to touch me too.

No, you may not go any further yet. Massage your gorgeous tits like you imagined I did to your back. Stick two fingers in your mouth. Get them nice and wet, and then circle your nipple with them. Imagine it's my tongue, my hot mouth on you. Tweak your nipple, and then picture it's my teeth instead as I roll my eyes up to watch your reaction. Oh, yes, baby. You think you're moaning now, just wait.

What's that? You'd rather imagine me watching your reaction from another place on your body? Ah, yes, funny you should mention that. I was just thinking the same.

But first, picture me moving up to kiss your exquisite mouth, my tongue parting your lips to delve deep and explore. Picture one hand cupping your jaw while the other plays with aching passion on your breast. Can you feel the weight of my body pressing you down into the bed? I would arch up just enough to let your own hands squeeze and knead my tits. Ah, I can't stand it. My nipples are so hard against your fingernails, can you imagine? The heat deep inside us is turning into a sharp ache.

I want you to spread your legs for me. I want you to think of me watching your delicious pussy bared for me as I imagine the same. I picture the ripe pinkness of your exposed cunt so similar to mine, your juices spread all the way to your upper thighs. Ooh, no, not yet. Just wait. Imagine me leaning forward to breathe you in, the tip of my tongue tickling your inner thigh as I get a taste of you. Picture it as I spread your lips wide, exposing you even more. I can tell by your gasp that you have. Beautiful, baby, you are so beautiful. Imagine me leaning my head against your thigh and just looking you over at my own lazy perusal. Finally, picture me taking my finger and tracing the outside of your pussy lips as though I had all the time in the world. I know you want to fuck. I do too. But if we can't share this in person, then at least I'm going to make it last.

Pretend it's me, and lift your finger to your lips to taste yourself. What is it like? Mm, yeah, baby, I bet it's even sweeter than that. Oh, God, I can't take anymore. Touch yourself now, and imagine it's me. I'm going to do the same and imagine it's you. Take my fingers, and part your gorgeous lips. Dip the tip of my index finger in your pussy for just a moment. Ooh, yeah, like that. So tight, baby. Come back up, circle your clit. Now let my finger just graze over it while my other hand comes back up to squeeze your tits. Oh! Oh, yeah, fuck, that's it!

No! No! Stop immediately! You are too close to coming already; I hear you! Lay your hands flat at your sides, palms facing down. You are not to touch yourself. I don't care what you want. Just breathe. Come down a little. No, you may not close your legs. I know what you're planning, and it's not going to work. Just ease back.

Better? Mm, good. Imagine me giving you a well-deserved kiss, the silky slide of our lips rubbing back and forth against each other. Perfect. Imagine me now reaching next to us and bringing back your vibrator. Yours is pink? Mine is blue, the size of the biggest cock I've ever seen and perfectly shaped. You too? Wonderful! Oh, it's a shame we're not with each other now so we can use these on each other at the same time. Oh, God, I'd love to fuck you with yours while feeling the deep thrust as you fuck me with mine, knowing you're sharing all the same sensations I am. Or, better yet, me using both of them on you for double penetration. No, it's possible. We would work up to it. You could do it, trust me.

I know you don't need lube, any more than I do. Turn yours on. Ah, yes, I hear it. Mm, you hear mine? A harmony. Oh, fuck me, I would love to work that giant cock inside you and fuck you with it as only I can. It would be so good, baby.

No, not yet. Instead, I want you to imagine it's me holding that vibrator, eyes going back and forth from your pussy to your face. Rim the lips of your cunt with that cock, feeling the vibrations in time to the pulse of your pussy. Run it lightly, oh so lightly, over your clit. Ahhhhh, God, yes. If I was really there, I would suck that clit between my teeth and wouldn't stop licking until after you came at least four times. Then, I would combine clit and fingering for another four comes. After that, I would get creative.

I can just see your pussy clenching, waiting to get filled. Take my finger, and dip it into your creamy hole. Mmm, so tight and wet. So perfect. Take the vibrator now, and rest the head against your opening. Oh, fuck, I want it too, baby. My hips are arching off the bed now, wanting and waiting for you to fuck me.

Work it in now. Ooh, carefully. It's so fucking big, it's a process. Ease it in, feel the flesh-like dick spreading you open. Ohhhhhhhh, yeah. Thinking of your beautiful body spread before me, a giant pink dildo thrust all the way into your greedy twat is almost enough to get me off.

Yeah, work it in and out. No, not fast! Slowly, as I would do. I'd want to watch every nuance on your face while your pussy was hungrily swallowing that fake cock.

Oh, God, yeah, I am doing the same to myself. I'm imagining it's you kneeling before my legs, fucking me any way you wanted. If my own hands were free, I'd be playing with my tits for the enjoyment of both of us, maybe occasionally running my hand down to meet yours so we could finger my clit together.

I can tell by your gasping that you've sped up. That's all right, baby, I can't stop myself either. Are you thinking that it's me fucking you harder? Mm, that's good. Me too. Ahhhhhh, fuck. It's so good. Let me hear your moans. I want to hear the moment they turn to screams.

Shit, I love when you talk dirty to me too. I think what I'd really like, if I was there with you, is one long 69 session. This would be after I've made you come eight times with my mouth. I would swing around, lean over, and settle my snatch right up against your face. While you were occupied giving me pleasure, I would bend over your own gorgeous twat and start hungrily snacking on that clit. Then, when I would feel you start to buck beneath me, I'd switch to tonguing your juicy hole. I'd go back and forth until you were crazy. Then, when you think you couldn't take anymore, I'd attack: sucking your clit, furiously fingering your pussy. Just as you started to come, I'd take the finger from my other hand and work it into your ass, pumping you three different ways for a blistering finish.

I know, baby, I can't take anymore either. You're fucking me so hard with this cock! Your fingers are rubbing so fast on my clit! My tits are bouncing up and down with the force. I'm almost there, baby, almost. OH, GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

***

Thank you, baby. I want you to imagine me with you now. Since I can't wake up with you tomorrow, imagine me leaning down to give you a gentle kiss. Picture me walking out your bedroom door. Maybe next time we can do all these things in person.

Good night.



Imagination



There's nothing quite like a good daydream to relieve the monotony of a boring situation. Gazing out the window on a sunny afternoon as the lecturer drones on interminably about the merits and pitfalls of higher order functions (or something equally uninteresting) my imagination sweeps me away to another place. The location doesn't matter. It could be my bedroom, a hotel room, a beach or a deserted forest glade. It could be anywhere, it makes no difference, just as long as it's far away away from this stuffy lecture hall. 

Wherever it is, I'm never alone. Sometimes it's just one person, a man or a woman, sometimes it's more. Today it's the man who sat opposite me on the train and with him is one of my classmates whose name, I think, is Kyle. 

The man from the train, I'll call him Max, Is tall, good looking and in his mid thirties. Kyle is of medium height, a wiry, athletic build and, like me, is in his early twenties. 

They begin to undress me slowly, exploring every inch of newly revealed flesh with their mouths. My jacket comes off and they kiss my neck. Next to go is my t-shirt. I sigh softly as their lips caress my arms, my shoulders, my back, my stomach and the exposed swell of my breasts above the cups of my bra. 

Kyle unbuttons my jeans and they both help to ease them down over my bum. Max on the left, Kyle on the right, they kiss and stroke my thighs as they push my jeans down my legs. When, at last, my jeans are round my ankles, I lift my feet and let them be removed. 

Taking one leg each, they work their way back up, showering my skin with kisses as their hands explore my body. A warm glow, deep inside me, begins to spread through my body. 

As my desire rises, I turn towards Max and begin to unbuckle his belt. As his trousers slide down his legs I notice Kyle pull off his t-shirt to reveal a taut, well muscled torso. He begins to pull off his ripped jeans as I push Max's boxer shorts towards the floor. Max's cock is long, thin and hard. I reach out to stroke it. He moans softly as I wrap my fingers around his rigid member and begin to work them long its length. 

With Max's cock in one hand I turn to face Kyle who is standing naked in front of me. His cock is maybe two inches shorter than Max's but is incredibly thick and every bit as hard. As I reach out to stroke it with my free hand Kyle reaches behind me to unhook my bra. 

I let it fall, the straps sliding down my arms only to be stopped at my wrists. Briefly, I remove my hands from their dicks as I let my bra be removed. As my hands return to task of stroking their proud male organs, they both lean forward and begin to lick my tits and suck my nipples. 

I moan softly as their tongues flick over my tits, coating their surface with a warm film of saliva. Max and Kyle run their fingers lightly up the inside of my thighs as their mouths give pleasure to my tits. Someone's fingers begin to stroke my pussy through the wet material of my knickers, occasionally slipping inside to brush against my moist labia. 

With a long sigh of pleasure I lie back. I sense rather than see Kyle move up towards my head. He smiles down at me as he presents his short, fat, succulent cock to my hungry mouth. My lips part and I eagerly suck his cock into my mouth. He begins to thrust, his cock slipping in and out between my lips as he fucks my mouth with short, sharp strokes. 

I feel Max begin to tug at my knickers. I raise my bum off the bed allowing him to pull them down over my hips. He pulls my wet knickers down my legs and off over my feet. A tingle of anticipation pulses through me as I allow him to spread my legs. As I suck Kyle's cock, Max runs his tongue up the inside of my thighs, slowly working his way inexorably closer to his goal. Without warning, his lips brush against my labia. I squirm with pleasure as he slips his tongue between them. I want to cry out as his tongue explores my pussy but Kyle's fat cock in my mouth prevents my release. 

I begin to play with my tits. Cupping them with my hands and squeezing my nipples between my fingers as Max feasts himself on my pussy. Kyle holds my head in his hands as he stabs his cock in and out of my mouth. Small tremors, slowly increasing in intensity begin to spread out from my womb to engulf me. Max sucks my clit between his lips and begins to hum softly. He begins to push one, then two fingers into my cunt, thrusting them in and out and twisting them around inside me while his mouth focuses on my clit. 

I begin to lose control. I suck harder on Kyle's cock as my body responds to the sensations in my throbbing clit. My body begins to shake. I push Kyle away as the need to give voice to my climax overwhelms me. Moaning loudly, my hips begin to buck and my back arches off the bed as my orgasm possesses me. 

Distantly I hear myself say, "Fuck me! I want one of you inside me. Fuck me now!" Max and Kyle exchange glances. They change places. "Get on your knees," demands Kyle as Max positions himself in front of me. 

I eagerly get onto all fours. Max's long, thin cock stands erect before me. Kyle puts his hands on my hips and I feel the tip of his cock press against my entrance. My moist lower lips part as he pushes forward. "Ohhh!" I moan as he slowly slides all six fat inches into my cunt. 

Kyle begins to thrust. The walls of my cunt stretch around his shaft. Max moves closer. "Suck it," he commands, "suck my cock you little slut!" 

I open my mouth. Grabbing the back of my head, Max stabs his cock between my lips, forcing me to take him deep. Kyle plunges into me from behind. The force of his thrusts pushing me forward, forcing more of Max's cock into my mouth. 

There's no tenderness involved as they fuck me, using my cunt and mouth for their pleasure, it's simply sex, pure and raw and I love it. I lose myself in the sensations. My body becomes no more than a receptacle for their cocks as the abuse me from both ends. Kyle hammers my cunt with short, powerful thrusts as Max stabs his cock in and out of my mouth. 

Over and over, they impale me with their dicks, treating me like some cheap whore to use as they desire. Max fucks my mouth mercilessly as Kyle rams his cock into my cunt with ever increasing force. 

Somehow I manage to support myself with one hand. The other reaches back to play with my throbbing clit. A fleeting contact, the merest brush of my finger against my bud is all it takes to set me off. The walls of my cunt contract along the length of Kyle's thick shaft. I begin to suck harder on Max's cock. My finger keeps a constant pressure on my clit, feeding the intensity of my climax. 

Without any warning Kyle's cock erupts. Jet after jet of his thick, hot sperm flood my pussy as the walls of my cunt milk his shaft. Max begins to moan. "Here it comes," he gasps, "I'm going to fill your mouth with my cum." The tip of his cock swells inside my mouth and, with a moan that's almost a growl, he begins to empty his load into my mouth. Still thrusting he moans, "Swallow it! Swallow it all you little slut!" Eagerly I comply, savouring its rich, salty taste as it pools on my tongue and trickles down my throat. 

Milking his cock with my fingers I suck every drop from him. Almost reluctantly, I let his spent cock slip from my mouth before turning my attention to Kyle. Cum still oozes from his cock. His shaft glistens with my juices. I lean forward and run my tongue from root to tip along his dick, licking our mixed secretions from its length. He sighs. I open my mouth and wrap my lips around the tip. Sucking gently, I draw the last drops of his cum into my mouth. 

To my surprise, his cock responds to my ministrations and begins to stiffen once more. I begin to work my lips up and down his shaft, sucking hard as I take him into my mouth. Kyle's cock swells even more and soon it's as hard as it was when he fucked me only minutes before. 

Feasting hungrily on Kyle's cock, I don't even notice as Max take up position behind me. I almost jump as he grabs my hips and begins to push the head of his cock past my entrance and into my cunt. He begins to thrust with long hard strokes. The walls of my pussy contract to grip him tight. 

This time it's slower, more measured, less frantic. Max's cock strokes effortlessly in and out of my cunt as I slide my lips along Kyle's shaft. In and out, in and out, I allow myself to be impaled on their cocks over and over again, relishing every stroke. 

Max pulls out. "I'm going to fuck your arse," he says, pressing the tip of his cock against the puckered entrance of my back passage. His well lubricated cock begins to push past the resistance of my tight rear hole. It stretches to accommodate him as he sinks his cock inch by inch into my bowels. 

Kyle smiles at me as Max begins to thrust in and out of my arse. "Think you can take both of us?" he asks. 

His cock slips from between my lips. "Too fucking right I could!" I announce proudly. 

Kyle lies down. Max pulls his cock out of my arse and I move over to straddle Kyle. I reach behind me. Taking a firm grasp of Kyle's cock I guide the head to the entrance of my cunt. Pushing my hips back I take him inside me. As I impale myself on his dick, sliding my hips up and down a few times to accustom myself to having his fat cock inside me once more, Max grabs my hips. "You ready for me, slut?" he asks. 

"Sure," I reply, "I'm ready for anything!" 

The head of his cock presses against my rear entrance once more. With a single thrust Max sinks his cock into my arsehole and begins to stroke in and out. Below me, Kyle begins to thrust. I push my hips back to meet their thrusts and cry out as I feel both holes being filled with cock. Kyle props himself up and begins to suck and lick my tits as he jabs his cock into me from below. 

Speared upon their cocks, I feel a familiar warm glow spread over me. Max and Kyle stroke their cocks in and out and I push back, taking them as deep as they'll go. As the tension builds within me I begin to moan. "Oh yes!" I cry. "Fuck my pussy! Fuck my arse! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! 

Max increases his pace, ramming his cock in and out of my arse with increasing force. Below me, Kyle sucks and squeezes my tits as I grind my cunt up and down his dick with increasing abandon. 

My body begins to shake. My womb contracts and I cry out as my climax grips me. My hips buck, taking their cocks deeper into my cunt and arse. As the walls of my cunt begin to flex rhythmically around Kyle's shaft he begins to breathe hard. With a sudden involuntary thrust of his hips he forces his cock deep into my cunt and begins to unload inside me. Seconds later, thrusting his cock deep into my arse, Max begins pumping his seed into my bowels. 

As my cunt and back passage fill with sperm the sound of a bell dimly intrudes into my consciousness. I shake my head as my daydream shatters into fragments. All around me people are tidying away books and leaving the room. My knickers are damp, my clit throbs and I realise I'm going to have to find somewhere quiet before my next class so I can relieve my overpowering sexual tension. 

As I get up to leave Kyle turns and catches my eye. I gave him a smile that's just slightly naughty and he replies with a slightly puzzled frown. I guess he doesn't realise just how much pleasure he and an unknown man from this morning's train have just given me.



Imagination



Paul was bored. He had tons of work to do but he couldn’t do any of it. He had sat at the computer trying to work on his paper on the effects of music on plant growth. He had written only 3 paragraphs in two hours. Not a good start. He was tired. His eyes ached from staring at the computer screen. Periodically he hit a key simply to stop the screen saver. He hadn’t written a word worth keeping in a half-hour. He was irritated. This paper had been due days ago. He just couldn’t write it. His writer’s block could have been the corner stone for Cheops.

Sighing he reduced the word file. “I need a break and I need to work off my frustrations” He thought. “Ahh, what the hell.” He muttered as he reached into his desk drawer and pulled out the dirty video he had gotten when he had bought some sexy toys for Kate. Just thinking about that made him smile a little. The two of them had greatly enjoyed the toys. He could feel his dick start to strain in his shorts as he thought about her using the toys while he watched or helped. It had been a very good weekend. But she was at work and he wouldn’t see her for a few days yet.

The video hummed in the VCR. An attractive brunette stood in a short business suit showing a lot of cleavage. It was a set up for an office sex scene. Paul smiled as he watched. How appropriate he thought, as he started to stroke himself through his pants. He wanted to see Kate at work right now…..

Paul showed up at Kate’s office to surprise her and see if she wanted to go to lunch. He had made some special arrangements for them at a nearby restaurant. Kate was surprised, but pleased to see Paul show up at her office. While she was busy, she decided she could spare some time for a bite to eat. 

Entering a local Japanese restaurant Paul quickly lead Kate to the back bathroom. “We should wash up before our meal “. Paul said with a grin on his face. An out of order sign hung on the door. It was amazing; people always believed what they read. Pushing open the door he led Kate inside. He locked the door behind him and started to caress her neck and shoulders. At first Kate was a little nervous, what if they got caught, but Paul’s kisses distracted that part of her mind while focusing her desire. She quickly got into the spirit of the luncheon, and soon was sliding her hands inside Paul’s pants.

Paul turned Kate around, her hands gripping the white porcelain sink. Her short skirt rode up her ass as she bent over. Paul could plainly see the tops of her stockings and the fact that she was wearing no underwear. His hand started to massage her ass and pussy, while he kissed her neck, his tongue occasionally licking her ear. Kate’s cunt started to drip almost immediately. The wetness running all over Paul’s hand. The feel and smell of those juices made Paul rock hard in his pants. He released his cock with his free hand, while the other massaged Kate to the point of near ecstasy. With a swift motion he plunged his dick into her hot box. She grunted slightly as she was filled so quickly. She arched her back eager to take all of him inside of her. With surprising fierceness she rocked forward and back, sliding his cock almost out of her, than slamming it back into her as hard and fast as she could. The sensation was wonderful, for both of them. 

Paul could feel the extraordinary tightness building in him. But he didn’t let it over take him, not yet. As he pulled out of her he could hear a slight whimper of disappointment escape Kate’s lips. She wouldn’t be disappointed for long. Paul’s cock gleamed with the juices of sex, as he eased the head of it into her asshole. A gasp of surprise escaped her lips this time, followed by a low moan of pleasure as the long shaft eased its way into her. She felt like she was being cleaved in two as his cock borrowed deeper into her. When she could feel his scrotum against her wet pussy she almost screamed in pleasure. He started to slide his cock in and out of her. On each stroke she could feel his sac bounce against her wet lips. Each time it sent a shiver of ecstasy through her. She could feel the orgasm building to monumental proportions deep inside of her. Her knees were shaking but somehow she remained standing. But Paul wasn’t finished yet. He had one more surprise for Kate. 

A slight hum filled the air as Paul turned on the vibrator and played it over her nether lips and swollen clit. The combined feelings of Paul cock buried in her, his scrotum slapping at her and the buzzing vibrator over her pussy was to much! She screamed in pleasure not caring who heard. Taking this as his cue Paul shoved the vibe into her, the bent head tickling the wall between it and his cock. Paul could feel the vibrations on his cock transferred through Kate’s pussy. It was the most intensely pleasurable sensation he had ever felt. He screamed out as well, his face glowing with pleasure.

Kate had never felt anything like this before. The fullness she felt combined with the tingling vibe was incredible. Gasping for air she sobbed as orgasm after orgasm tore through her body. A flood of juices poured out of her pussy splashing on the tile floor. Time and space lost all meaning as her body and mind gave over completely to the sensations it was feeling. Every muscle in her body shook, as every neuron in her head seemed to burn with pleasure. 

Paul’s cock spasmed deep inside Kate as all her muscled clenched and released on it, drawing the cum out of his body. He shook at the intensity and length of it. His cock felt like a fountain spewing his soul into Kate. It drained him totally and wonderfully.

Both of them collapsed to the floor, their muscles no longer capable of supporting them. They lay holding each other sobbing with pleasure, unable to talk, an almost visible shine of joy surrounding them…….

Paul opened his eyes. The phone was ringing. Throwing the heavily laden tissues into the trash, he muted the TV and picked up the phone. It was Kate.

“I was thinking of you at work so I thought I’d call.” She said. “Were you thinking of me?”

Paul smiled and said “Let me tell you all about it…...”



Imagination



We were taking tea when she asked the question.

"What do you think of when you're making love?"

I thought for a moment and then responded, "Many things, the pleasure of sliding into you, feeling you ripple around my hardness. The depth of colour in your eyes as we gaze into each others' soul. The feeling of your muscles as I cup your ass in my hands, pulling you even further onto me. Many things, but most of all the love I feel for you at that moment..."

She laughed a little at the response. Trailed her fingers over the back of my hand and finally said, "Much the same as me then."

But I wondered. I wondered at my own perhaps slightly trite response, but the conversation changed and it left my mind for the moment.

o--0--o

Later I climbed into bed alongside my already half-asleep lover. She lay, naked, with her back to me as I slid under the cover. I lay on my back thinking again about what I felt while making love to the lovely form now lying beside me. 'He' stirred languidly to my thoughts, thoughts of slipping inside my love. I 'wanted ' to feel that slide.

In the low light of the lamp we leave lit at night I watched as unbidden and almost remote from me my fingers traced the line of her back bone, gently to the furrow of her bottom. She sighed gently and wriggled a little under my touch. He stirred again, more purposefully now as he realised his time approached.

I used both hands and ran my finger tips down again, this time tracing on down, over the nether cheeks to the cross that marks the spot that followed through will guide me to her centre. She stretched her arms upwards a little , her low-slung nipples reddening and growing before my gaze.

She groaned in the pleasure of the touch, and slid back towards me, spooning me, guiding my hardness to the cross which opened as she moved her right leg over the top of my left. She reached down and stroked me - right hand gripping round him, left cupping my balls - squeezing gently. The feeling exquisite - that borderline between pain and pleasure.

My turn now, my left hand under her body cupping her breast, half rolling her nipple in my fingertips - that motion she loves so much. My other hand is cupping her lightly furred mound gripping and holding her wetness - god how she lubricates when we're like this.

She moves and in a flash my tip is resting, nestling in her entrance. She flexes a little and I'm an inch inside. We pause and I feel her open to allow me to enter - she pushes down and I flex up and we both gasp at the continual slide so deep inside. With my hand on her tummy I can almost feel from outside how deep I've gone.

We rest, coupled together, soaking up the pleasure of the act.

With me still inside she straightens away from me and almost before I realise what she's done she'd rolled over so now her legs are towards me, it's a clever trick and I know what's coming next. She rolls out of me, moves me onto my back and kneels astride of me. Knees on my shoulders - sitting on my chest - I pull her towards me and now I have what we both want within my reach. Reach of my tongue that is...

My lover is so wet she drips sweet nectar on my lips - such a turn on - in the back of my mind I can feel my cock, already so hard, twitch and grow harder again. I raise my head a fraction and brush her beautiful full, hanging lips with the tip of my tongue. She shudders in pleasure as I take her so gently, now slipping my tongue between them, now taking them between my lips hearing her gasps and her little mewing sounds becoming louder and more constant. Then she presses down more fully onto me, my tongue as deep inside her as I can manage, sucking the wonderful tasting liquid and she goes rigid as her moment comes on so hard, her liquid now a torrent over my face as I can no longer capture it all. With a murmured 'too much' she lies on top of me her racing heartbeat clearly felt against the more measured pace of my own.

While she recovers I'm not forgotten - her fingers brush their way down and meet with my proud cock, quivering with anticipation, now wet with its own precum. Slowly she kisses her way down and then looking directly into my eyes licks the slickness of the tip as she peels the foreskin back. Tilting him down towards her she slides her mouth over the crown, her tongue washing round him. Then in a long sensuous slide she swallows all of him - lord knows how - till her lips are right at his root. Then breathing through her nose she hums while using her fingernails on my sac.

We both know I won't last long.

I don't.

As she feels me coming she slides her lips back up his length until just the tip is between her lips. I come so hard I almost blacked out. Then she lets him go, slides up and kissed me - open mouthed - passing the fruits of her labour to me - sticky - a little tart - but such a sexy move.

Reaching down we pull the comforter over us and still intertwined, sated and fully relaxed, drift toward sleep. In the moments betwixt and between my final thoughts of the evening are that imagination is just fine, but the real thing is so so much better. 

(c) Sven The Elder - November 2004



Imagination



It had been a very long day. I had spent way to much time butting heads with an inexperienced engineer. The little punk thought he was the god's gift to manufacturing. Ah well, we were all young once.

I stopped by a local hangout to get a bite to eat and a beer. It was early yet and I couldn't think of a better way to allow a little of the evening rush hour to subside. The joint is known for its good food, a great selection of non domestic beers, fast service and scantily clad young waitresses with big smiles. That's just what I needed at this point to get my mind off work and back on a smoother track.

I came in accompanied by a chilly blast of late fall air. It hit just as I was greeted by a waitress in a tight, white tank-top with the restaurant's logo stretched across her large round breasts. Her outfit showed off quite a bit of very nice cleavage over an expanse of hard flat tummy. At about 5'9'' with dark hair, a deep tan and a brilliant smile, she made a great first impression. 

The effect of the cold on her was readily apparent as she directed me to a booth with a shiver, setting me down at eye level with her now clearly defined, large nipples. It took an extreme effort of will to look away from those hard nubs but one glance into her smiling eyes made it a lot easier. I've always been a sucker for dark hair and blue eyes.

"Hi! I'm Vickie, and I'll be taking care of you." she said. Her smile could melt an ice-cap.

"How'd you pull duty over here near the door?" I said. 

She laughed, "We drew straws and I lost." 

"Well I'll count that as good luck for me, if you don't mind." I said. "It's pretty warm over here by my booth and I'll be more than happy to help you warm up!" 

We laughed together. I ordered a beer and admired the view as she walked away. The satiny orange short shorts that completed her uniform left little to the imagination. The round globes of her ass did a delightful dance as she approached the only other table in her section that was occupied. A quick glance over her shoulder caught me dead to rights staring at her wonderful wiggle. She rewarded me with a wink and that brilliant smile. 

I had spent a few minutes pouring over the menu when Vicki returned with my beer.

"You must like a lot of flavor." she said, eyeing my dark micro-brew. 

"Yeah, bland is certainly not my style." 

As I smiled up at her, she stood a moment and gave me a thorough once over making a point to make several intense pauses with her stare. 

I chuckled, "See anything you like?"

She looked me strait in the eye and said, "Just checking out the view, just like you were a few minutes ago. See anything you liked?" 

My smile got a little broader. "Oh, Hell yes!"

She grinned and looked around the room. Finding her only other customer at the moment with a fresh brew and a full plate, she plopped down across from me in my booth.

"Mind if I sit down for a minute?" 

"By all means, please do."

"This has been a helluv'a shift." She said, "The night shift girl is late and I've been here since 9:00." 

"Yeah," I said, "I've had one of those days too. That's why I came in here, to chill out and think about pleasant things. You seem very pleasant, may I think about you?"

Again I was rewarded with that dazzling smile. It was very contagious. I could feel myself relaxing, my stressful day a distant memory.

"I'll bet you get tired of guys talking shit to you all day, don't you." I said. 

"Not at all," she replied. "I'm a psychology major and an incurable flirt! Besides you can tell a lot about a guy by how well he flirts. Don't get me wrong, I can get as rude as the next girl. I appreciate style though and you seem to have it. I'm doing a paper right now on fantasies and how important they are in relationships so this job is kind of like field research."

"Well I'll be glad to help if you'd like."

We were interrupted when my order was called and she went to the bar and brought it back with a refill. 

Sitting down again she said, "I still don't see how you drink that stuff. It looks like coffee!" 

"It's not as much an acquired taste as you would think. This particular brew has a rich flavor without the bitter aftertaste that some of the bigger names have." I said. 

"I don't know…" 

"Here you should try it. Experiment a little."

"Now you're trying to get me in trouble!" 

"Well a little trouble just spices things up. I told you I like flavor. Not just in food though, atmosphere can have a flavor too. Take this place for instance, laid back, yet excitingly different." 

"That describes you pretty well too doesn't it?" she said.

"I'll take that as a real compliment. I never could follow the norm."

Just then a similarly clad buxom blond came in shrugging off a long coat, running her fingers through her long red hair and shaking off the cold. 

"Sorry Vic, I owe you one! Damn new sitter stood me up and I had to take Billy across town to mom."

"It's ok Dee, I've kept myself occupied" she glanced pointedly at me and Dee broke out in a grin. 

"I see!"

Vicki stood and looked back to me. "I'll be right back."

As they walked off they giggled together and talked in low tones that I couldn't make out. Dee continued to glance my way with a broad grin on her face. I could feel myself flush from the unaccustomed attention. It's a rare thing when I'm embarrassed but here I was.

It was Dee who came back first. As she bent to collect my empties, I was treated to a splendid amount of lightly freckled cleavage. 

Returning my appreciative stare, she said, "What do you want for desert?" 

"What I want is not on the menu! I will take another beer though."

"You might be surprised at what you can get if you want it badly enough." She said with a smile. 

Off she bounced before I could get out a reply. After a few minutes she was back with a refill and a spare.

"Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?" I said with a laugh. 

"Oh not me baby, I think someone else has that in mind for tonight. Maybe I'll get you some other time!" and off she went again. 

I noticed that she had placed the second beer at the other side of the table. As I looked up I saw Vicki come from the back. She had changed into skin tight jeans and a low cut angora sweater. Time seemed to slow as she did a runway strut across the room toward me. The sway of her breasts made it obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples stood out proud and hard. I imagined the caress of the angora across them as she moved must have felt like a thousand little kisses. Again I had to force my eyes away. I looked up to be met by a look that was smoking hot. A subtle smile played at her lips. 

"You like?" she said as she did a little pirouette. 

"Honey, you just don't know how much!" I stammered out. 

"The look on your face right now tells me all I needed to know. Thank you…very much!" 

"You are quite welcome." I said as she slid into the booth next to me. 

She did a slow stretch across the table to retrieve her beer letting one breast slide across the back of my hand on the table. The feel of the sweater backed by a hot hard nipple was maddening. A thousand little kisses, yes I love angora on a woman. The sweater rode up as she stretched revealing a tattoo of rose vines across the small of her back, disappearing into the cleft of her ass just below the belt line of her hip huggers. The top edges of a white thong played peek-a-boo just above her belt line. 

I was trying valiantly to remember that where there are roses there are thorns as she sat back down. 

"Well here goes!"

She turned up the dark brew taking a long sip and letting it roll across her tongue. As she swallowed her eyes brightened up. 

"Hey that's not bad!" 

"Told ya!" I responded. "I wouldn't lie to you." 

"Yeah, right!" she said. "I think I have a sign on me telling men to lie to me." 

I took her by the hand and turned her toward me. As I looked into those brilliant blue eyes I told her seriously, "I will never lie to you." 

She took a long pause looking me in the eyes, searching for any trace of deception. She found none. 

"You know, somehow I believe you…" 

"You can put me to the test if you'd like." I offered. "Ask me anything." 

"Wow that's a dangerous game, you sure you want to play?" 

"I have nothing to hide, just remember that soon it'll be my turn." 

Again a long pause as she looked into my eyes. God a man could drown in those eyes….

"OK." She said finally, "Are you married?"

"Ah right down to it….Divorced. We still talk."

"Kids?"

"One son 18 years old"

"What do you do for fun?"

"Flirt with beautiful young women!" 

She laughed and punched me on the arm.

"Drugs?"

"Hell no!"

"What are you looking for?"

"Looking for?"

"Yeah, knowledge, adventure…you know…"

"I'd have to say both. You never really stop learning and it sure has been an adventure! Is it my turn yet?"

"Just hold on big fella'. I'm not quite done yet." After a short pause she said, "What do you fantasize about when you look at me? Remember you promised not to lie." 

"Oh don't worry; I just need to know how much detail you want in that answer. I have a very active imagination and you have to admit that's a pretty loaded question!"

She just grinned and said, "Oh I like detail…Surprise me..."

"OK. I wonder what it will be like to look into your eyes from close up and whether you'll close them when we kiss. I wonder how you'll respond when I gently begin to probe with my tongue. I imagine the taste of you as our tongues intertwine. 

I imagine your warmth as I pull you against me and the little sharp intake of breath you'll have as my cool hands come under the edge of your sweater at the small of your back. I imagine the very feminine scent of your skin as I pull you closer. I feel your arms go around me, your hands playing with my hair. I imagine you moaning as you sense how strong my hunger for you is becoming. I feel your breath quicken as my kisses move down to your neck. 

I imagine you taking my hand and guiding it around to your breast, the feel of your nipple as I lightly roll it between my fingers pulling the angora tight. My other hand slides down and cups one of your magnificent ass cheeks and squeezes lifting you up and into my lap, your legs straddling me. Your heat radiates into me as you grind against the bulge in my pants. I feel your need for me rise as you feel how hard I am for you. I have to fight not to explode, you have me so hot. 

I pick you up from the table, set you down and lead you quickly from here. In my car you take off your shoes turning sideways in the seat with your feet in my lap as we cruise toward my home. 

You tease me by touching yourself, playing your hands across your nipples. One hand slides up your tummy exposing skin as it goes. You push your sweater up exposing your tits to me as the night air dances across your nipples. I tell you that that is not fair as I reach for you. You laugh and tell me to just keep driving with my hands on the wheel. 

You rub your feet up and down my bulge, gently keeping me going as I speed thru the night. As I pull into the drive and stop the car you rise to your knees on the seat, lean across and give me a deep kiss. You moan as our tongues intertwine. My hands come to your tits and I catch those wonderful nipples and squeeze. You gasp and pull away quickly. Jumping from the car with your shoes in one hand, tits still exposed you race me to the door. 

Inside I grab you from behind. Pulling your long hair aside I kiss and bite the back of your neck as my hands slide up your stomach to cup your breasts and squeeze gently catching your nipples between my fingers. You respond by arching your back and pressing your ass back into me, your breathing is coming in ragged gasps. 

I turn you around; your legs go around me as I pick you up. I sandwich you against the wall, hungrily taking a nipple in my mouth, rapidly flicking my tongue. Your breath comes in sharply through clenched teeth as I lightly bite down. Your back arches as I grind my cock into you thru our clothes. 

I turn and carry you across to my leather couch. Setting you down I go back to working on your tits with my mouth and tongue as I unbutton your jeans. In one fluid motion I take them off and stop to look at you. The look in your eyes is almost predatory as you touch yourself for me. As one hand pulls at your nipples the other slips down to pull aside your thong, revealing your wonderful folds to me. Your fingers part them slowly and lightly pinch your clit as your hips move completely out of control. 

I can take it no longer as I pull the thong away and bury my face in you. My tongue finds your clit and dances across it as you raise your ass from the seat. My hands move to cup your phenomenal ass as my tongue moves to probe you. I can tell you are very close so I suck your clit hard as I slide two moistened fingers inside you. You come hard, screaming, pulling my face into you with both hands. I lightly flick your clit keeping the aftershocks going and going as my fingers move inside you. 

Finally you raise me up and kiss me as you unbutton my shirt. As I pull it off your hands go to my belt and undo my pants. I stand to step out of them and you drag my shorts down with them. My cock springs forth glad to finally be free as you lightly trace its outline with your cool fingers. One of your hands grabs my ass as your grip tightens and you stroke me slowly. You look strait into my eyes as your mouth closes over me and you draw me slowly into the hot warmth. I can feel your magic tongue dance around me as your head moves slowly up and down. 

I can't take much of your hot mouth on me and I stop you, pushing you back on the couch. I go onto my knees in front of you and pull you to the edge of the couch. My cock is perfectly lined up with you as I begin to slowly rub it up and down your slit. I gradually begin to penetrate you only to pull out again to rub the head of my cock across your clit. Your head begins to thrash and you call me a tease, begging me to give it to you. I enter you slowly inch by inch, pulling almost completely out, gradually moving deeper inside you.

Finally unable to hold back any more I fall forward and take your tongue into my mouth as I slide all the way in, feeling you push up to meet me. Your legs come around me as you pull me inside. I hold still inside you prolonging the sensation of filling you up, trying to let my excitement die down a little. I really want this to last. 

Slowly I start to stroke using my full length to greatest advantage. You're moans are coming more frequently until the sounds are one continuous primal growl, unable to hold back any more I thrust into you faster. You urge me to go harder and harder, your legs scissoring across my back. I bend to catch a nipple in my mouth and suck on it hard. I feel you clench as your breath catches, your back arches and your orgasm explodes upon you. That is all that it takes to push me over the edge. You beg me to come for you as my world turns into white hot pleasure and you. There is nothing else and I want nothing else. I explode into you over and over as your teeth bite into my shoulder; your nails rake my back. Feeling me cum sets you off again and we both call out wildly as wave after wave breaks across us. 

I hold you for a long time kissing you deeply as our passion slowly subsides. Pulling reluctantly away I sit next to you and you fall across my lap, breathing deeply, a light sheen of sweet sweat glowing on your skin My hands trace slow circles across your belly and breasts as we bask in each others warmth.

When I look at you now I see the flush of your skin, the quickening of your breath, the way that you're biting your lip and how you're delightfully squirming in your seat. All that tells me you do appreciate a man with imagination.'' 

She reached forward and placed her arms around my neck. "Let's see... that fantasy started with a kiss right?" 

After she finally let me come up for air she said. "Gee I sure hope you don't live far…"

End.



Imagination



You've been waiting for this....I can tell. You've been wanting me, desiring me to touch you, kiss you, please you in the way that only I am capable of doing...you need me.....Don't worry I'm here now and I'm gonna do all of that and more..... 

I watch your timid frame stand there in nervousness. You're scared...don't be....I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to make your body feel things that you've never in your life experienced. After tonight you will know exactly what I mean. I wish you would just come to me but you don't...guess I have to come to you then.... 

I smile and lick my lips as I approach you. I see your eyes on my mouth. You're probably having all types of thoughts running through your head but don't worry, these lips are at your service tonight. 

I brush my lips against your's, you shudder and back away from me. Where are you going baby? Don't run......please don't run....matter of fact, you can't run from me baby....I wont let you. You want me and I am here to give you what you want.... 

Now where can we do this.....right here on this table....hope no one's planning on using this table to eat on besides me.... 

I see that smile you're trying to hide. Go ahead and hide it. Soon you'll be moaning and saying my name involuntarily. Now sit on this table for me....open your legs so I can get between them.....yeah baby, just like that....I told you not to be scared. Damn you smell good..... Your neck ma, it's callin me... 

My tongue on your neck....mmh....your skin is sweet. You like that....my tongue on your neck? It feels good doesn't it? Good..... 

Loosen up baby. You know why I'm here....to please you remember..... 

I'm movin down now to those perfect breast of yours..... Wait?!......what do you mean wait?.....I can't do that baby. Just let me handle this. 

I lick down between your breast..... Damn boo, your heart is pounding fast. I see you looking up at me with your teeth pressed down into your bottom lip. Slowly your tenseness is fading. I still need you to let go completely, that won't be a problem though.... 

I focus back in on your chest, teasing it with my tongue, letting it slide across those round and steady rising and falling mounds. I'd kiss those two jewels standing at attention for me but you aren't ready for that yet. I'm more captured by the pounding in your chest. I caused that and it intrigues me to know that I can get you that worked up. Aside from the wetness that I know is forming between your thighs, your heartbeat is the next best thing...... 

I have to be close to it. This shirt is getting in the way and so it's gone. My chiseled frame is now pressed against your body, bringing us to the closeness I want us to have. But we can be closer.....My mouth hovers over that beating spot on your chest for a brief moment and then it connects. Sucking, my tongue moves on your skin in a way that can only be described as wavelike. I hear you moaning quietly in an attempt to hide from me what is obvious....you want me...... 

This....this isn't going to work. You're body in such close vicinity to mine is driving me crazy. I'm trying to hold out but for how long can I do it. It won't be that much longer because now I need you. Those hips are calling me...I'm sorry but we have to take this farther baby. Lay back for me.....don't be scared just do it. You want it and I need it....lay back....good girl. Now I'm gonna get you out of these clothes. I'll leave you in your shirt so you can be comfortable but those pants....the pants have to go and those panties too. Damn baby....you're soaked....and you smell good. Bet you taste even better...we'll save that for later. Right now I need your body but I still need to get out of the rest of my clothes....there, now nothing is in my way. I can make love to you just how you want me to....open your legs wider for me baby. It's time for me to slip myself inside of you..... 

.....shit...damn your tight....and wet....I love this feeling. You and I can stay like this forever.....in...and....out...I move inside of you....Touch me baby. Put those soft hands on my back, rub it, scratch it if you have to. This is all for you....I need to know you like it baby....there you go baby...get into it. 

I hear you moaning aloud now. You can't help it...I told you that you wouldn't be able to hold it in. You're body is responding to me and it was only a matter of time before you responded vocally.......Shit.....What's my name......Say it baby.....and again.....again....and again....I'm the one doing this to you. I'm making you moan in pleasure. Only I can do this to you....you're mine. 

....you want me to speed it up....You're close aren't you?.....Yea you are baby....I can feel it. Damn do I feel it.....I can make you cum.... I want you to. Cum for your man. Cover me with that sweetness.....damn you're beautiful when you cum. Now I'm going to cum inside of you...You want that don't you?...I know you do......I bury my face into your neck and thrust into you until I grunt and finally explode inside of you....damn girl. Do you see what you do to me? 

We lay in each others arms, with your head on my chest. My mission is complete now. You got yours and I got mine. Most importantly you're mine now......you're mine.....



Imagination Coming Through



What an awfully boring class she was in. She wished it was Thursday's Creative Writing class, but alas it was Tuesday, and that meant History. Not quite her favorite, and definitely not her strong point. But it was required and so here she was. It was a gloomy, rainy early winter evening and the sky captured her attention. She usually sat in front of the class, but she knew better then to do that in a class she just wanted to get by in. She counted fourteen students in all, and only her and another female sat in the back row. The lights were off and the large, and fairly old television lit the room. 14th Century something somewhere, who knew?

She noticed her reflection in the window. She was a small girl, desperately trying to gain some weight and blessed with an overachieving metabolism. No one is ever satisfied in the world, she'd deduced. She sighed at her smallness, and pale skin. Milky, the compliments would say, grey and dull she'd attack back. She tugged gently at her shoulder length, naturally red hair. She heard a tap on a desk. One of the students had fallen asleep, the professor kindly made sure he didn't miss any crucial part of the video.

She smirked at herself and went back to the clouds, and what she saw shocked her. A lovely nude body, female and oiled, Asian. Shit, she thought. Her imagination got the best of her sometimes. Last night best friend Jane had showed her something "intriguing." Alice, you've got to check this out. So fucking hot! Alice remembered. It was a Japanese porno where a female client enters a massage parlor and gets much more then expected. A massage with a happy ending, female type. Alice had seen porn before but nothing that actually, she hated to admit, turned her own.

She thought of how lovely it would be to have soft hands applying warm oil over her nude body. Working out all her stresses, and then slowly and tenderly teasing her body. Nipple flicking and coyly sliding fingers past... Shit! She thought again, as she felt a brush of heat take her over. Last night, she watched the twenty minute video, went to bed, closed her eyes and thought of anything but the video. It worked and sleep took her. Yet, here she was, in the middle of class, dazing off and imagining such crude things. She sighed.

She was not a virgin, something she regretted, but glad to be past. She low crawled her way through life and found herself in her junior year of college faster than she could have ever anticipated. She didn't mind, rather, this is how she wanted things. Quiet and in control; however, at this present time—she was not in control. A terribly boring video of 14th century something blah blah, gloomy clouds, rain, and a barely awake classroom; the images came rushing back into her mind. And with those images came warm sensations and powerful urges. What the hell was going on?

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to squeeze the images out of her mind. Nope, more oil, now rushing onto the female's white panties. She opened her eyes and focused on the video. Nope. The images floated around the television set like wandering butterflies. She knew her body fairly well, and could tell when she was horny. She was furiously horny, and she could nearly hear her wetness crawling out of her. She took a deep breath and thanked the heavens the lights were off, she could feel the burning on her cheeks. She knew she blushed easily.

She knew she could keep control of herself, and so she crossed her right leg over her left, in an attempt to quiet the urge. It didn't work. It only squeezed things together in its own heat. She blinked hard, looked towards the television, bit her bottom lip, and very gently moved her right leg around. She looked around the classroom, everyone either "engrossed" in the film or barely alive. She licked her lips as she uncrossed her legs and leaned further into her seat. She wore tight black jeans, and a fairly thick, blue sweater. It shielded her from the weather, and kept her in comfort, especially since under the thick sweater she only wore a thin shirt—no bra. She crossed her arms as soon as she felt her erect nipples.

She didn't know what to do. Should she leave the class? That would be rude. Fake sickness! She felt embarrassed enough already, she didn't want to explain anything to anyone—not even a lie. Masturbate in the middle of class? Not even close to being an option, and yet, as she thought of the idea, a ping of heat emanated from her womanhood. I'm going to die, she thought very casually. She looked around the classroom once more, swallowed, and uncrossed her arms. She each arm on each leg. How awkward she must look. She brought up her right arm to the desk, then switched and brought her left arm to the desk.

Her right hand clenched her right knew tightly. She let go after a moment and scratched the inside of her thigh. Her heartbeat raced against the excitement. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, she thought as she slowly inched closer to the middle of her being. Her hand rested right over the heat. She used her middle finger and ring finger to gently poke the spot. Yep, I'm absolutely wet, she confirmed and nodded to herself. She began to move the two fingers up and down, pressing as hard as she could. She couldn't stop licking her lips as she thought of how ridiculous this was.

Her breathing picked up ever so slightly as she imagined those strong Japanese hands all over her body. She wanted, quite badly, to pinch a nipple or two. And so, very casually, she moved her left arm to her lap, then under her sweater, past her shirt and left it on her belly. She had a smooth belly that she occasionally admired; she tickled her belly button quickly before crawling her way to cup her left breast. It was small, like the rest of her, but delightfully perky.

Her fingers sought and found her nipple, she thought of the rosy pink hue they were before greedily twisting it and sending a powerful shock through her body. Her fingers, as if with a mind of their own, started rotating around the spot where her clitoris surely was. She has never been so horny in her existence and only want to fuck her tight, young—

The shock of the lights popping on was sudden and her right hand banged against the bottom of the desk. The class looked back at her, blushing she smiled and crossed her arms before beginning to gather her books into her backpack. The world returned to its own business as Alice prevented herself from dying of embarrassment. Had anyone caught her? She looked around, and it didn't seem so. Class time had raced by without her noticing. As she zipped her backpack close, and got up from her seat, she stood very still. She felt her wetness travel down her and into her panties. Fuck, she whispered. She noticed the heat evaporating from her seat.

She made her way past her peers, giving a nod here and there. She wanted to go to the bathroom but didn't trust herself with all that privacy. This night had to end. However, a bus ride awaited her. At the bus stand the images flooded back into the forefront of her mind. Thankfully, the bitter cold suppressed the warmth she felt. Moments later she and two others joined three passengers on the late night bus. She took a spot near the back of the bus, laying her backpack on the seat next to her. She bought her knees to her chest and waited for this night to be over.

Yet, here it comes again, the undeniable feeling of warmth and sensation. She was hapless to it. She looked around the small bus, and wrapped her right arm around her legs. She slid her left under her left heel and massaged her ass gently. She bit her lip as she let the feeling take over. Her hand moved towards the middle, again. She dug her fingertips up and down the area where her pussy lips were, occasionally bumping her clitoris. She let her rhythm catch up with her pulsing heartbeat. She breathed heavier as she pleasured herself. Oh, fuck this, I can't handle this anymore, she resigned.

She dropped her legs down, picked up her backup and placed it over her lap. She looked around once more before looking down, unbuttoning her tight pants, and pulling the zipper down. Just enough space. She wore light blue polyester panties. She guided her left hand under her panties, felt her pubic hair, then the wetness—the wetness! Jesus fuck! Alice was quite wet. She gathered enough juices to use on her sensitive clit. She breathed in deeply before ensuing. Her fingers worked expertly on her clit, moving her middle finger and ring finger in unison, rotating and pressing.

She licked her lips twice over before slipping her fingers into her tight pussy. I can not believe I'm doing this, and I can't believe how fucking wet I am right now, she thought. She could feel her wetness make its dripping way to her knuckles as she pushed in deeper.

"Ooohf..." she breathed as she closed her eyes for just a moment, and that's all it took. As she opened her eyes she noticed one of her female classmates walking towards her. No, no, no! She smiled at the girl that sat right next to her.

"Alice! Where you sleeping back there in class? I could barely stay awake," the girl smirked.

"Uhm, yeah, yeah. Hah. It was a pretty, uhm, it was a very dry film," Alice confessed. She prayed that the girl wouldn't notice what she was doing.

"14th century what? I can barely remember. I don't know why professor insist on teaching material that won't be on the quiz. Who gives a shit, right?"

"Right, right," Alice agreed. Get the fuck away from me! She thought. When did she get on the bus? No, she got on the bus with Alice. Was I really so distracted? And...was she the girl who shared the back of the classroom with Alice?

"Any of the boys in the class interest you?" the girl asked. What the fuck? Why is she asking me this? Alice thought.

"Uhm, huh?"

"Oh, come on, the boys in college are absolutely hot. No more cute little boys. Well, these boys are cute, but they're men. They're hot, you know?" The girl winked, looked down at Alice's backpack very briefly but very noticeably, and smirked.

"Yeah, I guess so..." Alice was terrified.

"I'll admit that I was fantasizing about them in class. My mind does its own thing in the dark, you know? I wanted to be fucked in the dark, in that very class," the girl said quietly, and, was that embarrassment? The girl blushed as she revealed her secret.

"Uhm..." was all Alice could say. The word fucked had sent another ping of heat through her. What the hell was going on?

"Do you ever allow yourself to think about things like that, Alice?" The girl asked as she leaned back against the seat, closed her eyes, crossed her arms across her chest and smirked. Alice took the opportunity to look at the girl. Dark hair and olive skin, tight jeans, also black, and a thin but expensive looking jacket. She was, well, she was quite stunning. But just what was going on here? Alice was strangely and powerfully turned on, her pussy tightened and contracted around her two fingers.

"I...I'm not really comfortable just..."

"My name is Anita, and I'm a friend," Anita smiled at Alice as she looked down at the backpack again, this time longer. Anita's eyes were a lovely pale grey, just like Alice's. There was a foreign twang in her speech. Anita leaned back into her seat and closed her eyes again. "So, do you?"

"S-...sometimes, sure, my mind, my thoughts wander too," Alice admitted. Just what is happening? Alice thought, but was interrupted by her own fingers as they began to dance in her again. She arched her elbow and dug deeper, hitting the spongy spot she loved so. She gasped and noticed Anita look over then quickly closing her eyes again.

"That's good, you should allow the mind to play." The way Anita whispered play was very sexy, and Alice couldn't help but speed up her self-fingering. She was on fire. Was Anita's hand resting on her knee? Alice looked down, and yes it was, it added to the madness in her mind. Alice pushed in and up violently as the feelings took her over, she felt Anita's hand squeeze her knee.

"Yeah...I...agree," Alice said, she wanted to hear more.

"Sometimes, in class, I get so wet thinking about it that I have to go relieve myself in the ladies room, it's really quite exciting."

"R-...really?"

"Mmhm. You should try it some time." Anita gently rubbed Alice's leg.

"Maybe...maybe I will," Alice replied. Anita's hand sent a powerful shiver through her—she couldn't take much more. The wet sounds emanating from her pants where alarming, and nothing would stop her now. She moaned softly as she pressed the tips of her fingers on her G-Spot feverishly. She was close to a very powerful orgasm, and so, she leaned back and slouched in her seat as she dug, dug, dug! "Ooh, ooh, aaah..." she breathed, desperately trying to keep quiet.

Alice's back arched as the lips of her pussy tightened around her fingers over and over as a powerful orgasm washed over her. Her body convulsed several times. Her fingers where exploded out as a deep hot wetness escaped. She caught her breath, turned her head, and looked at Anita, whom was now staring right back. Anita smiled a toothy embarrassed smile. Alice was shaking, she moved her backpack from her lap and noticed the slightly darker hue her squirt created in the middle of her pants.

"Shit," she breathed lowly, and awfully embarrassed.

"That was super fucking cute...super fucking hot," Anita breathed into her ear, "I'll see you next week." Anita stood, Alice too the opportunity to admire the firm ass in her face. As the bus came to a halt, the back doors opened and Anita exited the bus, turned, waved and winked at Alice. The doors closed and the bus was on its way. What in the fuck just happened? Alice looked around the bus and she straightened her posture, none of the other patrons where aware of what just happened. Shit, did Alice even know what just happened?

She looked at her wet fingers and could smell herself. Alice sighed as she let the back of her head bang against the seat.

Wow.



Imagination for Dummies



All right, you’ve read a bunch of porno stories and now you’re trying your hand at some of your own. However, when you start to write you find your work looking like a bad 80s porno except your characters aren't as believable. Don’t worry, imagination deficiency is a common problem (even more common in “pron” for reasons ill get into below), and easily solved with a little work.

Imagination, bringing in a truly original work, is hard in the porno world because in the end every work breaks down into some sort of sexual scene. You can play with method and order of the sex, you can tweak with the stereotypes, and you can even tweak with the reality and universe of the sex, but it still centers on the acts. This admission DOES NOT MEAN YOU WRITE ONLY ABOUT THE SEX! A story that has nothing but hot sweaty lovin’ with no character expansion will be utterly boring to your readers. Yes, they come to be aroused and to eventually cum, but that doesn’t mean you should show them a slideshow of sexual positions. Let them fall in love with your characters, slip into your world briefly and then give them the hot action. This can be done in as little as 400-500 words, but don’t limit your self there. If you feel yourself explaining for a while and delaying the sexual bits, you tantalize your readers, get them in the mind of your characters, and make the characters more real for them when the plot turns steamy. Remember, REAL CHARACTERS EQUALS SEXUALLY SATISFIED READERS.

So, how does one make a real character, you might ask? How does one create a character that the reader can like, fall in love with, or empathize with? Well, the first trick is personality. Most porno writers feel the need to make every character a bland porno movie stereotype with little depth. While this may work in the sticky movies (debatable), it does not work so well in print. So first step is to add depth to the body. The easiest way and often the best way is to add some human quirk to the person that makes them different and unique from the other characters. Perhaps the brunette is a bit shy and naïve and has had bad experiences with anal sex in the past. Here you have the workings of a story. Perhaps, a character will take her in deference to this past or perhaps a character will woo her out of these feelings and bring her to love the butt sex or maybe the characters will respect this fear and turn her on to all the other pleasures of the body. Here two qualities and a single flashback have opened multiple story ideas, plus intriguing character interactions. The depth has done nothing to harm the sexual nature and in fact broadens the sexual nature by broadening its meaning. After you have the basic depths, push them through in the actions of the character. If she’s shy, she’ll be harder to pursue, require a bit more foreplay or maybe require a special personality to bring her out of her shell. If she’s naïve, she lacks experience. She’s tight, maybe gullible, and she’ll be a little more hesitant to try new things. She’ll still do it if you want her to, but she’ll be hesitant. Finally, we talked about the experience above and all the stories it opens up. Hell, one could write a believable and decent anal story with just this character and this premise as a plot. That’s why characters need depth.

Depth is key, but one can expand on that depth and bring more humanity into the story in other ways. For instance, most new writers have a tendency to write characters that are overly endowed in either the tits or cock department and have a superman libido. I’m not saying you shouldn’t have any characters like that, but you should at least consider the draw of more human characters. A smaller dick or at least an average sized dick will resonate with more of the readers and will allow the males to imagine themselves in the character’s place more easily. Plus, it can be more believable. A 12-inch cock has a hard time getting into places, cannot be deep-throated easily and is extremely hard to get into a tight pussy or ass without heavy, heavy foreplay and help. On the flip-side women with size F knockers may sound like a dream come true, but it’ll carry problems for your characters. Such characters cannot do as much acrobatic work with the dick, are prone to back pain, and also will not stand pertly out like a super-heroine. Real size F boobs will sag a bit, hurt if they swing too wildly and are very rare in the world. A size A boob, though tiny has perks. It is small enough to be swallowed, cup in your hand and fits more easily, naturally, and commonly on the thin tight bodies that have such cock-squeezing pussies and asses. I realize these examples only cover the heterosexual reasons for believability, but it works for gays and lesbians as well. Plus, a believable body can fit in nicely with a deeper personality. She’s inexperienced because her small boobs are overlooked. He hasn’t gotten laid much because he’s insecure about the size of his dick. Remember as I said before REAL CHARACTERS EQUAL SATISFIED READERS!

Having two or more believable characters with their quirks and fears and bodies is much of the battle with porno stories, but it is not everything. If you have decent characters, but abandon their personalities once the sex starts, then you have ruined your characters. Keep their personalities during the sex. Have their personalities shape the sex. You’ll have a more exciting and meaningful sex scene because of it. Also, have more of a reason then two or more horny people fuck as the plot of your story. Bring in the reasons. Exploit the ideas of your characters. If you have a horny geek or geekette who can’t get any, how do you have them try? Do they find someone over the internet, learn hypnotism, juggle for a friend, pay a frat boy or a sorority girl $50 for the key to their friend’s room after a kegger? A reason for the sex brings meaning to the sex and meaning makes the story believable and enjoyable.

The final bit of imagination is the hardest to get. While believable characters and a plot that doesn’t fully resemble a bad 80s porno flick can get you a decent enough stories, the ability to make a story truly stand out from the rest as something original is extremely hard. To come up with these amazing twists on the genre that create an intriguing world, I recommend you mix your reading of pron with some good non-erotic fiction stories. A bit of Bradbury, Douglas Adams, H.P. Lovecraft, Kurt Vonnegut, Isaac Asimov, Anne McCaffrey, Virginia Woolf, etc. can help you see the world a little differently and help you create those twists that make really memorable fiction. Plus, the grammar of these kings of the fiction world will do more to help you clean up the style of your work than any English class or editor will. Anyway, good luck, good imaging AND NO 80S PORNO SCRIPTS!



Imagination Is A Wonderful Thing



She removed her gown and panties and then stretched out on the bed. The sheets were cool against her overheated flesh. She was missing her lover badly tonight, wanting him very badly as well. She ached to feel his body against hers, skin sliding against skin. She lay very still, dreaming of being with him, finally being able to touch and taste and tease. The anticipation grew into arousal, and as she moved beneath the sheet, she felt the tingles begin in her stiff nipples each time the smooth cotton slid over them. 

She lifted her arms above her head, stretching as far as she could reach. Her breasts jutted upwards as she arched her back, her nipples clearly outlined beneath the sheet. Oh, how they ached and begged to feel his touch. Slowly, she closed her eyes and let her mind drift, imagining he was there with her. 

Her hands slid back beneath the sheet as she relaxed into the softness of the bed and the pillows. They rested on her hips for only a moment before beginning a slow climb upwards over her stomach. In her mind, it was his fingertips that tickled across her skin and stopped just below her breasts, teasing the sensitive spots just beneath the curve of each. The delicate touch made her nipples tighten further until even the areolae began to pucker and harden, too. She cupped her hands around the bottom curve of each breast and feathered her thumbs across both straining nipples. "So hard," she thought, as her slow caresses began to relax her taut flesh and intensify the ache at once. She lifted one hand to her mouth and moistened a fingertip with her tongue before running it over her nipple. Her wet finger became the tip of his stiffened tongue darting out to flick over her nipple, and she moaned as the tingles arced down to her pussy.

She slipped further into her fantasy, her hands becoming less her own and more his. It was his tongue teasing first one nipple to attention then showering the other with the same maddening teases until both throbbed in time with her heartbeat, echoed only slightly more dully by her throbbing clit. She squeezed her thighs tightly together, and her clit gave another answering throb. Drawing the edge of her fingernail across her left nipple, she gasped aloud as she imagined him giving it a gentle nibble. His lips pinched it, tugging it upwards, and she moaned again, the weight of her breast pulling down, away from his pinching lips. He rolled her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling it, making it ache as badly as the other. 

Licking her fingertip again, she trailed it down the valley between her breasts, leaving a damp path very like one his tongue would leave on her skin. She shivered deliciously as the air cooled her skin, and she felt her nipples tingling and tightening again. With a quiet moan, her hand slid over her stomach, and her damp fingertip toyed with her navel, circling around it then dipping inside to tease. Begging for attention, her clit throbbed strongly once more. When she squeezed her legs together, she felt her wet lips rubbing against each other, and some of the moisture transferred to her inner thighs. One hand covered her left breast, her palm flush against her aching nipple, and she rubbed across it, pulling it to and fro as her right hand continued down over her tummy. 

Her fingertips brushed lightly over her mound, tickling just like his breath would tickle over her skin, and she moaned in anticipation as her hips rose of their own volition. Spreading her legs open for him, imagining his body settling in between them, she stroked her damp, swollen lips. She'd shaved earlier, and she was soft to her touch. She knew he loved a bare pussy, and it aroused her to shave herself smooth and imagine his reaction when he touched her or saw her or tasted her. Squeezing her lips between her fingers, she felt him give them a tug, pinching and sucking on them with his mouth, sliding the tip of his tongue over the smooth skin. She gave the nipple she was still toying with a sudden twist between her fingers, and she gasped aloud as her hips rocked up against his mouth. 

She caught her lower lip between her teeth to stifle a loud groan as she finally let one finger slide between her lips. Lost in her imagination, she released the breath she'd been holding, his name slipping out on a moaning sigh. Her fingertip swirled around and around her pussy, then dipped just barely inside herself, teasing just like he'd promised to do so many times before. Slowly, she drew her fingertip upwards, pushing her full lips open more completely, exposing herself to him, showing him what she wanted and needed. Her glistening fingertip found her throbbing clit finally, and she moaned deeply, jerking her hips up hard to press against it. 

Circling it slowly, she imagined him licking her like this, making her clit swell even more, making it stand up hard and beg for attention. A second finger joined the first, and she flattened both against her clit to rub up and down over it just like his tongue would. She slid one finger to either side of that hard little button and squeezed it between them, dreaming they were his lips pinching it. She tugged on it, pulling it upwards as though he were sucking it into his mouth. 

She began to rub her clit faster and faster, her fingers occasionally slowing down to give it another firm pinch and tug. Settling her index finger on the left side of it, she pressed her ring finger against the right side and rested her middle finger directly on top of her clit, feeling it throb beneath her touch. Slowly, she started moving her fingertips again, stroking the sides of her clit as she rubbed the tip of it. Closing her eyes tightly, she blocked out everything except the sensations rippling through her and this dream she was having of him. It wasn't her fingertips arousing her flesh and driving her wild; it was his mouth doing those things. It was his lips closing around her clit and his tongue licking over the crown of it. She cried out in pleasure as she pinched her fingers around both aching buds, clit and nipple, at once. 

Releasing her sensitive flesh, she gently rubbed her fingers over her nipple, soothing it and increasing the ache once again. She slid her other finger lower, leaving her clit for a moment, making it throb in protest. One fingertip circled around her pussy then slowly began slipping inside. The muscles clamped down hungrily on the invader and urged her to push deeper. She slid her finger in deeply in one long stroke then withdrew it before pushing back inside. Beginning a slow rhythm, she fucked herself, making believe it was his cock stroking inside her, filling her hungry pussy, stretching her tightness open around himself. Imagining him above her, seeing him lean down to suck her nipple into his mouth, her fingers tightened on her nipple, and her finger drove faster and deeper inside. She pressed her thumb against her clit and let it slip side to side across it as her finger moved more quickly.

Her pussy was soaked and all but dripping from her state of arousal, and she couldn't hold the orgasm off any longer. She pushed another finger easily inside, fucking herself like she wished he were there to do, fast and hard and deep. Her thumb rolled over her clit, pressing it hard each time she pulled her fingers free. She undulated on the bed, still seeing and feeling him above her. Her hips rocked upwards to meet each thrust of her fingers. Her back arched away from the bed to push her breast more fully into her hand, wishing it were his mouth to which she was offering it. Every breath was becoming a deep moan, and her body couldn't remain still. Her legs scissored beneath the sheet, and she finally kicked it off and out of the way. Both hands moved more quickly over and inside her body. Her back bowed up sharply, driving her head back into the pillow. A loud moaning gasp ripped free of her lips as the first waves of her orgasm struck, rippling across sensation at first, then breaking full and hard over her. Her pussy clenched tightly around her slick fingers, and her clit pulsed beneath her thumb. The muscles began to relax, but only for a second before clamping down tightly again and again. From deep within the dream of him and the all-consuming pleasure, she heard her voice moaning his name softly. 

As the strength of the orgasm began to drift away, she relaxed back onto the bed again. She continued to stroke her body back into calmness, relishing her release as it began to ebb. Finally, she lifted her fingers to her lips and darted her tongue out to taste her passion for him. Closing her eyes again, she imagined him kissing her deeply, tasting herself mingled with the taste of him. 

His name slipped free again, carried on a quiet sigh. "My god, I miss you so much..." 



Imagination Running Wild



One of the clients that our video production company serves is the local law enforcement agency. They often hire our services to produce videos about how to avoid falling prey to consumer scams, how to report crimes, why crossing guards do what they do and so on. 

While we typically assign a producer such as myself to these projects to help with scripting, lining up shots and the like, the agency we work with has a talented staff member who handles these types of assignments with skill. His name is Brett, and with Sara's help, they have been able to produce many great shows.

This hasn't always been the case. The first few officers the agency sent over were your stereotypical donut-munching, cruiser-sitting types with expansive midsections and all the charm of a wet dishcloth. So, when the agency assigned Brett, it was a huge change.

Sara noticed many other things about Brett besides his skills as a video producer. In his mid-30s, Brett is muscular with a very short haircut, movie star good looks and charming as all get out. As Sara and Brett produced more videos, she couldn't help but mention on more than one occasion how attractive she thought he was, and that she often thought about him while making herself cum. She even confessed that on several occasions, she had to make a point of mentioning Brett's wife and young daughter to prevent her hands from wandering while sitting next to him in her edit suite. 

One morning, I came into work and noticed that Sara was looking very attractive. Her hair was done up beautifully, and she was wearing one of my favorite button up blouses that gave me a great view down her cleavage. "What's up? You have a date today?" I asked.

"No," Sara said, "Ken, I'm going to have to beg off lunch today. We are under a very tight deadline for the show Brett and I are working on, and we're going to have to work on it all day to get it done on time."

"Oh, I see," I said, a twinge of jealousy coming through in my voice. "You have a hot date with the cop."

Sara sighed. "No, Ken, it's not like that. The chief wants it ready to air by the end of the week, and we have to go all out on the project. Rain check?"

"Yeah," I said. "I guess. But, behave yourself."

"I will be on my best behavior," Sara said, raising her right hand with her index and middle finger raised in a scout's salute. 

About half an hour later, Brett arrived. From my office door, I could see Sara greet him with a hug. Funny, I had never seen her do that before. I watched as they went into Sara's edit suite, and I caught her shooting Brett a smile as they walked in. The door closed behind them, and I swear I could hear the sound of the lock engaging.

Why would she do that? My mind started racing. Could they be doing something? could this be the time when Sara put her mind toward being with Brett to satisfy her curiosity and her aching pussy?

I tried to get my mind off of what was happening, but the scenario started playing in my head. I could imagine her right now, pulling Brett's mouth to hers to plant a deep, wet kiss on his lips. I could imagine her untucking Brett's polo shirt and lifting it over his head, kissing down his chest as she unbuckled his pants.

I could clearly envision Brett unbuttoning Sara's blouse, running his hands over her ample breasts before reaching behind her to unhook her bra. I could almost hear him catch his breath as her large tits spilled out, her nipples hard, ready for his touch and his tongue.

I wanted to pick up the phone to play dumb and just ask a stupid question to reassure myself that nothing was happening, but I had a pile of work I had to tend to, and the images playing in my mind already had my cock rock hard.

I could imagine Sara getting on her knees, dropping Brett's pants and sliding down his briefs, his cock springing to attention right in front of her face. I could see her pushing him down onto the desk chair before licking his swollen head, tasting his precum before taking him all the way. I could see him running his hands through her gorgeous blonde hair, guiding her movements as he timed his thrusts into her hot, eager mouth. I could almost feel Sara's fingertips gently caressing his balls as she sucked lustfully. 

I could imagine her stopping after a few minutes, dropping her jeans and panties and straddling Brett, sitting on the chair. With one hand on his strong, broad shoulder, she grabbed his cock with the other hand and teased her wet pussy with the tip, moaning gently before sliding him fully inside her. 

By this point, my curiosity was overwhelming me. I had to listen in to see what was happening in her edit suite, but how was I going to walk out into the hallway with my raging erection? I grabbed a file full of papers that I could use to hide the bulge in my pants, stood up and tried by best to tuck the tip of my hard cock into my underwear's waistband and walked out to her edit suite. 

I stopped in front of the door and opened the file folder, trying my best to look inconspicuous. Straining to listen, I could hear the show's theme music playing and I could hear Sara giggle. Oh, my god! I knew for sure that they were doing it, using the theme music to cover the sounds of their love making, and Brett was no doubt buried deep into Sara's tight, wet pussy. 

I had to do something... I mean, I was going to explode right there in the hallway. Instead, I diverted to the executive bathroom and locked the door behind me. I pulled my pants down, freeing my throbbing erection. As I began stroking myself, my mind went back to what I thought was happening with Sara and Brett. 

After riding his hard cock for a while, pulling Brett's face between her large tits, Sara pulled herself off of him, walked over to the edit desk and bent over. With one hand braced against the desk, she reached her other one between her legs, spreading her swollen, wet pussy lips apart. "Brett, I want you to fuck me from behind. Now. Please."

I could see Brett stand up, put one hand on her hip and with his other, guide his throbbing cock into Sara's waiting pussy. As he slid all the way in, I could see Sara's eyes close and a smile engulf her face. "Oh, yeah, Brett. Give it to me."

I timed the strokes of my cock to how fast I imagined Brett was pumping into Sara's pussy. Slowly at first, feeling every inch of her tight, wet pussy as he pushed deep inside her. I could almost hear Sara's gentle moans as she moved her hand between rubbing her clit and pinching one of her hard nipples. The more turned on she became, the harder she pushed back as he thrust in, intensifying the feelings both were experiencing. 

I stroked my cock faster as I imagined Sara getting closer to her orgasm, Brett now pumping furiously into her pussy, reaching around to cup her breasts as he thrust into her savagely. "OH, FUCK yes!" I could hear Sara grunting as loudly as she dare in her edit suite as she came, wave after wave of pleasure breaking over her while she rubbed her clit. I could imagine this being too much for Brett, and he came shortly after her, pumping his cum deep inside of Sara.

Just then, I furiously finished the last few strokes on my cock, shooting my own cum into a tissue I held in front of me. I was totally spent, having been thinking turned on about this for the past hour. I disposed of the evidence, cleaned up, splashed my face with a little bit of water and looking into the mirror, composed myself.

As I exited the washroom, I turned the corner and saw Sara. My heart sank, "What are you doing out of the edit suite? Don't you and Brett have to get that show done?"

"We did," said Sara. "But, it turns out that it only needed a little tweaking and we were done." Sara smiled, "so, you free for a little lunch, and maybe something else?"

Oh boy. I invited Sara to my office and told her what had happened. 

"Wow, you really do have an active imagination, don't you?" Sara said. "Look, tomorrow, save it up for me. OK?"