6 comments/ 34503 views/ 1 favorites Sunshine Relaxation Ch. 01 By: tootsy A break in the sun was just what they needed he had told her. She knew he was right and the chance to relax and unwind was so appealing. He suggested a house in the sun that a friend of his owned, a decent sized house with room to relax with a pool to swim in and bathe by. "It is near enough to the town for some social activities but far enough away for some peace and tranquillity," he explained. "You will love it there and you really need to just be able to chill out for while. It will do us both good" he said and the positivity radiated from him. For the first time he seemed to really be looking forward to some time away together. "Will your friend be there too?" she asked. "Yes but he wont be an issue, he is there often and has a great deal to do. He works in the area and so will not be around too much to disturb us, but we will enjoy some time together. He will show us around a bit and it will give you chance to get to know him." The first flutter of apprehension fleetingly moved through her, the hairs on her arms prickled and she trembled just slightly. They had spoken on many occasions of making more of their sex life and exploring the fantasy of involving others in their play, was this now the opportunity he was looking for? "It'll be fine hun," he said as he saw the momentary expression of concern erode the smile from her face. "We will need to fly in separately as I have to be at the conference that week, but I will give you all the information you need and we will meet at the airport and travel to the house together." She agreed it sounded perfect and the following day the calls were made, flights arranged and the plans set by the time he arrived home from work. He explained the arrangements and said he had given Tom a call and he was really keen to have us over. Just as he'd suggested the night before, she would fly out separately the following Saturday and he would meet her at the airport. His flight was shorter than hers but she didn't mind that, she would have chance to relax on the flight and get her mind into holiday mode. The following day he left for his conference, she was excited now, she was looking forward to a whole week with him so much. She had checked the forecast and the weather was set to be perfect. She went shopping for a new bikini, some shorter skirts and skimpier blouses than she would normally wear at home. Being away somehow made it ok to be a little more daring, after all she would not meet anyone she knew and the thought of that was liberating. He loved her to dress provocatively, dresses and skirts that revealed the legs that he loved so much. Tops that were cut to reveal a full and inviting cleavage and much more breast than she was used to. Clothing that gave him the opportunity to slide his hands that little closer to the parts that thus far only he was experiencing. He urged her often to show more flesh, to flirt with other guys in front of him. A strange surge of pleasure rose in her as she thought of the chances to titillate him and please him with her appearance and knowing she would be that little more adventurous with her social encounters when away from home. She adored this man, and exciting him gave her such pleasure. She loved it when she knew he was struggling to keep his mind and hands off of her body. She concluded her work early on Friday and rushed eagerly to the airport. Travelling alone used to make her nervous, but now she was just thrilled with the anticipation of seeing him, of the time in the warmth of the sun together. The sun always makes her horny and with the liberation of being away she knew they were going to have a week of fantastic sex. Arriving at the airport, she checked herself and her baggage in and sent him a text to say she was waiting for the plane and couldn't wait for the week to begin. He replied saying he hoped she had bought something nice to wear and joked as to how he was looking forward to seeing 'so much more' of her. She smiled wryly to herself and knew she planned to enjoy every moment. The gate was announced and she cheerfully picked up her bag and boarded the plane. As the plane took off and began to climb, she thought of that first moment she would see him, the first embrace, the first deep and sensual kiss, his tongue promising the penetration she would enjoy later, knowing that the moment his tongue penetrated her mouth she would want him. She would want to reach for his cock right there in the airport, to just feel the hardness, the girth that would stretch her so exquisitely later that day. The journey to the house would be sublime torture, touching his hand and looking down at his strong fingers. Even now she could imagine him sliding his hand into her panties, spreading her stance just a little to allow him access to the slit that led to the folds of her pussy. She squirmed just a little in her seat, lost in the moment. As the plane pushed through the increasingly dense cloud she continued to think of his fingers rolling across the bud of her clit, pausing to squeeze and press momentarily. She felt the urge to be penetrated course through her body, his fingers now moving expertly to the entrance of her soft moist cunt, sliding his fingers, first one, then two deep inside her. He would instinctively know that special spot, and on would go the pressure to make her cum as he had so many times before. As she ran the images through her mind of gushing to his touch, cum running between his fingers, her breath caught and she found herself bearing down into the seat of the plane. The guy beside her had no idea, but sat beside him was a very dirty girl, one who right now as he turned the page of his magazine was cumming right beside him. She felt the contractions, the pulsating of her cunt, the rigidity of her clit and again she bear down... the surge of wetness unnerved her. She had cum there in the seat of the plane, her panties now soaked. The sensation brought her winging back to reality. She raised her leg as though to shift position and she slid her hand discreetly between her thighs, and just as she feared her thin linen trousers were wet. She knew that this would be visible, she had no change of clothes in her bag, she would just have to hope that they would dry before they landed. The flight was uneventful and she mused about the time away, she was looking forward to lazing in the sun, to roaming around the city and beyond. It would be good to see Tom, she had only met him fleetingly once before. She liked what she'd seen of him and spending some time over dinners and such with him would be fine she thought. Keith would be able to chat and relax and catch up on the events in Toms life, but she secretly hoped Tom wouldn't be around too much. She didn't want to be robbed of her time with Keith, time which could be so much better spent working on his cock, pleasuring him as much as he could bear. Her previous apprehension at the thought of his friends presence had been allayed and now didn't cross her mind. As the imminence of landing was announced, she again felt at the crotch of her trousers. They were warm and now gone from wet to damp, but she knew the altered fabric colour would be visible. Once landed, she rose from her seat and tried to position her bag so that the others would not notice as she left the plane. She turned her phone on as the bus travelled from the plane to the airport, expecting to receive a message from Keith but there was no signal. She collected her baggage, Ok, I have to change she thought to herself and headed to the bathroom. The air was warm and she thought she would change into the little flowery dress she had bought earlier in the week. The fabric was light and almost translucent and the skirt moved beautifully and fell to a couple of inches above her knee, the neckline plunging and revealing her breasts, but not indecent. She changed and made her way to the bar. Still no signal so she moved to another area, she looked at the arrivals board and just has she glanced up his flight showed as landed. The perfect outfit she thought, he would love to see her waiting for him in this, correctly positioned on her stool the skirt fell from her thigh. Her instinct was to correct it, but hey, this is liberation time so she let it fall. The message alert pinged and she reached for her phone, heart racing. As she read the words etched before her, she slid from the stool, her stance reducing with the plummeting of her expectation and gross disappointment. The message explained that he had been caught up with his client and could not get the flight he had scheduled. He was now booked on the early morning flight and would be with her before breakfast. She should go to the house and Tom would be there and would entertain her this evening. As she read those words her emotions and thoughts collided. Disappointment, frustration, helplessness. How could this happen? Not this week of all weeks surely? A moment passed then came those words again across her head "Tom will entertain you this evening." Surely not, he wouldn't, this wouldn't be intentional? she questioningly mused. She hit the dial button and tried to call, but no reply. She sat with mind racing. I have to go there alone? It'll be fine. But what if? This must be out of his control, he wouldn't do this. She tried again to call and again it rang but no reply. She made her way to the taxi's, her mind still racing, switching wildly between disappointment, anger and apprehension. She handed the driver the address and tried to smile. He watched as she tucked her legs into the back seat, her thighs exposed and as she turned the fullness of her breast clearly viewable, she corrected her position and and he shut the door. As they drove, she tried his number again, this time straight to answer phone. "The phone you are calling is switched off." The message was received by her loud and clear, you bastard she almost said aloud. As the taxi rolled through the countryside, she talked herself down, telling herself to be calm and not to overplay this. She was a grown up and was able to be in control, and Tom would respect that, after all if he posed any threat, Keith wouldn't have left her in this position. By the time they reached the house, she had calmed herself but still felt the pangs of apprehension As the taxi door opened, so did the house door and Tom came walking out to greet her. She stepped out the taxi and Tom came round and took her bag. "Great to see you" he said, "I got the message from Keith that he's delayed, come on in and make yourself at home, I'm sure you could do with a nice glass of wine." He was so relaxed and welcoming, just as she'd remembered from their previous meeting, she wanted to maintain her distance, but it was immediately hard not to feel relaxed. He showed her to their room, an average sized room, with marble floors, an en-suite bathroom and a huge bed right in the centre of the room. Either side were two large lamps and the most exquisite flowers in a tall glass vase in front of the window. The simplicity of the room was stunning and just for a moment she imagined rolling on the bed in Keith s arms. "Hope this will be ok for you both" Tom said, and the sound of his voice jolted her back from her mental image. "Its ... er ...stunning" she said quietly, "Thank you, I'm sure we'll be very comfortable." "Ok, settle yourself and freshen up if you wish, I'll pour the wine and meet you in the kitchen. I'm cooking he said cheerfully. Red or white?" "Um red would be good" she said, again somewhat quietly, "Thank you." "Great catch you in a bit, the kitchen is down the hall, first on the left" he called as he left the room. It was hard now to feel anything other than relaxed, what did she have to fear? Tom seemed nice and she had a lovely room. She would have dinner and wine with a friend of her partners and then sleep, Keith would be here before breakfast. She freshened up and made her way to the kitchen. As she loitered in the doorway she watched him as he prepared the food, she couldn't help but survey the man in front of her. He was tanned, broad and had a strong jaw line. Not remarkable in his looks, just an average looking mid 40's guy, but as she watched him dicing the food she noted his strong forearms. She loved forearms, watching the muscles roll with the tendons across the bones, she was never sure why that had the effect it did, but jeez it always turned her on. He had large strong hands but used them deftly. She entered the room and he looked up, smiled and directed her to her wine on the side. As she picked up her wine and sipped from the glass he started to chatter, nothing specific, just informal chit chat about the area and the layout of the house and how he had come to live there. He explained that he would be around until tomorrow but would then be away all day, so Keith and her could relax by the pool. She slid herself onto the worktop and watched and listened and chattered, all the time surveying the image before her. She enjoyed watching a man cook, she thought perhaps it was linked to the whole provision perspective, but whatever, she was quite relaxed. Within 15 minutes the meal was prepared and looked delicious, they walked through to the dining room and sat down. A meal, several glasses of wine and an ever widening range of conversation had relaxed her completely and she was now laughing and not missing the odd innuendo or two thrown her way. It would be nice to have a new friend, to widen her social circle, perhaps that is what Keith planned for her. They had moved to the lounge and she sat on the couch as they chatted. As she lifted her feet onto the couch, her skirt fell from her revealing the full but smooth thigh that Keith loved so much. Tom was sat opposite her and she was aware that he scanned her legs as they spoke. For the first couple of times, she repositioned her skirt, but whether with the sense of comfort, or the increased amount of wine she consumed, she gave up and let the skirt fall. She felt flirtatious and was beginning to respond to Tom's charm, wit and obvious pleasure at his view. At one point she even crossed her legs to enable the skirt to fall lower, now revealing the full expanse of her thigh, inviting his gaze. She found herself quietening as thoughts of Keith and the wine began to take over, and a stillness fell on the room. Not sure how long had passed, she felt the approach of Tom, he stood beside her legs, towering over her and as he slid his hand down her thigh, the lightest of touches made her quiver. "You are missing him huh?" he said. She looked up and nodded. "Not quite the night you had in mind?" "Not really" she said quietly once more. She watched as his hand stroked her thigh in a reassuring way. "He'll be here soon he said." "Not soon enough" she replied. He was looking deeply into her face now, and as one hand slid down the outside of her thigh, he slid the other down the inside. She immediately straightened up and sat more upright, playing inadvertently straight into Toms hands. As she moved closer he firmly placed a hand around her waist and with one swift movement he pulled her to him. The other hand cupped her head in her hand and although she had no idea why, she couldn't resist letting it happen. He placed his lips on hers, softly at first, and as he met no resistance he kissed her more deeply, his tongue now probing her mouth. Swirling his tongue with hers, stopping as she began to suck his tongue firmly but not too hard, rhythmically sucking as she did with Keith. The sucking motion simulating the thrusting of his fingers or cock inside her. Toms hand roamed to her breasts, releasing the right one over the top of the cup of her bra. He cupped and massaged her breast stopping to pull and tease at her nipple, pinching and pulling enough to make her stop kissing and throw her head back. He swiftly moved his mouth down her neck, kissing all the way down until he reached her nipple. Holding her breast firmly he sucked and bit at that rosy bud, hard and engorged. She moaned as the sensation linked directly to her clit, to her pussy. She squirmed as she felt the wetness that she had felt on the plane begin again. Sensing her groinal tension, his hand swiftly slid down her abdomen and to the hot triangle of body meeting her thighs. Just for a moment she tensed, and he stopped, whispering, "Let go, you know you need this." As his words entered her head, her legs parted. He massaged the mound that was covered by the sheerest of panties. Within moments she was squirming and his fingers lifted the fabric to slide beneath. Just as she had imagined earlier, strong fingers slid down the slit of her completely hairless pussy. Waxed to perfection as Keith loves it that way. Tom let out an earthy groan as his fingers sensed the smoothness of her lips and slid between them. He did not pause at her clit, instead sliding his fingers straight inside her cunt as deeply as he could reach. She raised her butt to meet him and arched her back as she began to moan, pleasured by the invasion of this stranger in her cunt. Tom could resist no more, he pulled at her panties hard and the material ripped as he tore them from her body. She bucked and as her pelvis rose he buried his face in her pussy. He pushed her legs wider apart and began to lick her tracing her clit with his tongue, opening up her tiny clit now with his fingers, pushing back the hood to expose the most intimate and sensitive bud. He raised his head only to say "You have a beautiful cunt and you know I AM going to fuck you." Again her hips rose and again he met her with his mouth. With true expertise he licked that tiny bud and drove his fingers deep inside her hole. As he probed her tunnel he began to pressure that sensitive front wall, still working with his tongue on her clit. She felt the heat of the intense excitement centre at her core. She began to shudder and started calling out "Make me cum, God yes please make me cum." Tom intensified his movements, harder and faster, deeper and rhythmically until she began to buck and scream. "Yes, yes, oh God yes," and then a gutteral animalistic groan exuded from deep within her and escaped from her mouth. She arched and screamed, he stopped tonguing her and just forced more fingers into her. Four buried deep inside her now and as the orgasm overtook her she dropped down and impaled herself deep on his hand, pushing, grinding and gushing all over his fingers. With his other hand he swiftly undid his trousers and released his cock. He pulled her from the couch, she was still in throws of ecstasy. He spun her to her knees and pushed her face down into the couch, using he other hand to force her legs apart. Quick as a flash his hard cock was slamming into her cunt. He thrust like a man possessed. If she had wanted to stop him she couldn't have now, but she just pushed back all the harder. She wasn't thinking now, she just needed cock, needed to get fucked. He was now pounding her cunt and had slipped the fingers that were so wet from her earlier cumming, into her arse. There was no escape and she pushed back hard with deep groans as he slammed into her, forcing her face down into the couch. "Fuck me" she screamed, "Yes fuck me, fuck me harder you bastard, take me, fill me with your cum." One hand on her neck now, holding her down and the other on her hip holding her tight. He pounded harder and deeper, she screamed as she felt his thick hard cock almost tearing her apart. "Fuck me" she screamed again and his rod began to pulsate. He began to shoot his hot cum deep in her, she felt the hot liquid spurt inside her, hitting her walls. The final thrust forward from him and the final one back from her and they held still just for a moment in silence. Sunshine Relaxation Ch. 01 Still with her face held down in the couch, she heard a laugh emit from Tom as he slapped the cheek of her arse hard. "Think she's ready for you now mate." Quick as a flash she felt someone else move behind her, Tom was still holding her as she felt fingers drive into her cunt just for a couple of thrusts, scooping the cum from inside her and then smearing it over her arse. A second more and a cock is forced into her. She loved Keith taking her arse but anyone else was a violation. She couldn't get up or move as she was held tight by the men beside and behind her. He pushed and forced past her ring, there was the sensation of the pop she has felt before, as his purple head slipped through that tight arse and he was in. A couple of slower smoother strokes and her arse relaxed. Now he could drive deep, and he did. He felt the flesh tunnel hugging every inch of his cock. He drove into her deep and hard but not with aggression, more and more with a gentleness she recognised. The strokes got faster, still her hips held fast. She reached her hand between her legs and as she did Tom said "I think she wants to cum mate, shall I help her with that?" Toms hand moved beneath her and he began to rub at her clit as the cock continued to pound her arse. She began to pant and groan, he pounded faster and harder and she pushed back on to him until that same gutteral cry began again. She forced back onto that cock just as she felt him push forward and shoot his cum up her arse. He stopped, she stopped, Tom stroked the gentlest strokes of her pussy. Cum was running from her holes. There was silence, and a pair of arms from behind wrapped around her and lifted her upright easing her back against his chest. He kissed her neck with the softest kiss and whispered in her ear "I got another flight after all." Sunshine Relaxation Ch. 02 Just there, right at that moment, time stood still. Her heartbeat pumping so hard just moments ago, now began to slow. There in the warmth and safety of his arms, his chest pressed tightly into her back, his breath heavy on her neck, she felt a sense of utter completeness. Time passed, but she had no perception of it, she was just enveloped in an utter sense of his love. What had gone before was a million miles from her mind she was where she belonged in the arms of the man she adored. She felt his embrace relax and with it some awareness returned, she looked up to see Tom silently leaving the room. No words were spoken, no good-nights offered, he was gone in a second and there they were left, just as it should be, just the two of them. The day had been long and it was late now. Both were spent and she was almost completely exhausted, neither needed or wished to talk, the events of the day would be recounted between them at another time. They moved to their feet, him helping her to rise and ushering her with the gentlest touch of his hand on her waist out of the lounge across the corridor and into their haven of rest. There was no awkwardness, no embarrassment, comfortable simply in each others proximity. They both understood each others need for silence. In the restful and peaceful atmosphere she moved towards him at the foot of the huge bed, and again they came together and held each other momentarily. Gently he removed each item of her dishevelled clothing and let it simply drop to the floor as his fingers tripped so softly across the smoothness of her skin. His lips met hers and his tongue probed first easily and them more deeply into the warm wet space behind her lips, exploring. Her mouth welcomed him and allowed his tongue entrance and she used hers to explore the muscle now penetrating the cavity behind her lips, her mouth was his, as was her body and mind. As he withdrew from her mouth, he took her head in his hands and bestowed the most feather light kiss on her forhead. The kiss that every woman recognises as being the kiss of true love, not passion. Looking into her eyes and with his left hand still cradling the side of her head, she felt his right hand stroke the side of her face, glancing over the rise and fall of her facial form and down to the side of her neck. Her neck was the sweetest site of eroticism and she instantly came alive with the movement of his fingers. Music began to play in her head, her body began to move in response to the music and his touch. Her hand rose to touch his as it slid over her shoulder and down the front of her chest pausing to knead the fullness of her breast and pinching out the bud of her deep red nipple. As his hand fell to her hips, hers slid with it. Her hips began to sway and circle, she reached out to pull his torso and hips closer. She felt her body almost melt into his as again his strong arms enveloped her, for a few moments they danced a private dance together. With no words or signals and as if working from one mind they separated, each in turn visited the bathroom and then walked around the sides of the bed. They slid beneath the crisp cool white linen and their bodies again merged. For a moment they just lay there facing each other, the lighting diffused, making shadows on the walls around them and again the world seemed to simply stop. Without a movement from either of them the light slowly dimmed and as she looked up she saw Tom in the doorway, his silhouette familiar as she heard the click of the switch. How long had he watched this private dance of devoted partners? The door closed and he was gone. She went to speak and Keith raised a finger to her lips, as if to quieten her question and she immediately silenced. Her hand moved beneath the sheet, over his chest and abdomen across his defined pubic line and out to his hip. She felt the swell of his buttock beneath her palm and she knew then that she needed, if just for a short while, to seek out the part of him that was her source of reward, comfort and relaxation. As her hand slipped back across his pubic line and she felt the hairs beneath her fingers, he rolled easily to his back letting out the subtlest of sighs. His cock was there in the grasp of her tiny hand, her fingers wrapping around it, stroking the shaft firmly but so so slowly. His hips rose and fell with each stroke and again he audibly sighed. Within moments she could resist no more, she had to taste him. She glided down his chest to his cock and in one easy movement she was there. His large member so firm in her hand only moments ago was now sliding against her lips. She opened her mouth and immediately and hungrily engulfed him, taking him straight to the back of her throat. With ease she disengaged her gag as his hips rose and he pushed to ensure that she had every part of him inside her. She could feel his bulbous head take up all available space in her throat as she closed her lips around him, and there they paused, just for a second, before her head began to rise and his hips to fall. As her mouth pulled back, she regained her grasp and slightly twisted the smooth skin around the shaft of his cock. The motion reversed and her finger grip was again replaced by her mouth to varying depths as she repeatedly took him again and again. For a while she licked the length of his shaft, circling his head and licking deeply into the division of the eye of his cock, searching, seeking, taking every bead of pre cum that he secreted and then moving back to wanking and sucking him just the way she knew he loved. She emitted moans of pleasure as she took him, oh how good he tasted. This was truly the finest cock she had ever been blessed with and she simply adored sucking him off. There was no sense of urgency, no aggressive impatient thrusting, just a deep sense of sharing of his pleasure. Her sucks and strokes became stronger and more intent, his hips rising to meet her, both of them groaning with pleasure as the sensations began to build from deep within him. She felt his cock begin to pulsate and she intensified her movements in a wordless desire to urge him on. She longed to feel him shoot his sweet cum into her mouth, to feel his spunk slide over her tongue and down her throat. With a deep throated animalistic groan the hot liquid surged from deep within him. He came and she hungrily dined on the sweetest sustenance she'd ever known. He reached down and pulled her toward him and kissed her deeply, searching her mouth for the taste of his own cum. They both knew the desire to make love was strong and deep, but the exhaustion and need for rest was now overwhelming. They snuggled together and surrendered to the intimacy and need for sleep. He, as if a fluid entity curled onto his left side and she wrapped her body around his, her arm wrapped across his ribs and her hand threaded through his arm and into his hand. She could smell his skin and could feel his heart beating as they slipped peacefully into sleep. As the hours passed by they moved position, first to the right side where he instinctively enfolded her and held her closely to him, and then with both lying out on their backs. She lay with her arm above her head, head resting to one side, the sheet exposing the stretch of skin over her ribs with the cool air keeping her breast taught and her nipple standing proud. As the night passed she became aware of movement beside her and realised that the very earliest signs of dawn were leaking through the fine muslin curtains. As her level of consciousness rose she turned towards him to see him lying on his back slowly stroking his cock. Partly awake and partly asleep, his eyes closed, looking so peaceful, there were no other movements or sounds. She lay and just watched him, moving the cover gently from his loins, exposing his movements. She loved to watch him stroking his cock, in many of their previous sessions she had watched him wank himself as she masturbated herself. It turned her on so much to see him as he expertly handled his own cock and made himself spurt that delicious cum. She would always be there, gratefully waiting for him to cum over her, on her face, her breasts, her belly, anywhere he chose. Most often opening her mouth to receive the seed or just to lick him clean. Many times before they had talked of how she loved that and how she enjoyed the idea of several men doing the same. Her being the object of desire of several men, none allowed to fuck her, but for them to wank over her body in his full view and with his permission or direction. The discussion always made him horny and would always be played on. The memory of the conversations and the image of him now was making her pussy wet. She began to pinch at her nipple and round up her breast. Her hand slid down her stomach, over her mons and she cupped her pussy firmly trying to exercise restraint upon it. She didn't want to make herself cum, she wanted to watch him. She could see his cock was fully hard, strong and big. The head shining and fully engorged and as he stroked she could see the veins along the shaft standing out in the light. After a short while and when she could resist no more, she rolled into him and reached down to his hot stiff rod. As he felt the presence of her hand he released his grip and and quietly uttered the direction "take it." As the words left his mouth he reached to take and guide her head. Gently, but masterfully, he guided her head to his cock. She knew he wanted to feel the moistness of her mouth surround him and she obediently and submissively obliged. As she took him in her mouth and held the base of his cock in her hands his hips began to squirm, sleep was leaving them both now and desire was taking over. Just like the night before she sucked and licked at his cock, but this morning there was more urgency, grasping at his balls and massaging them as she hungrily dined upon him. God she loved this cock, she was flooded with desire to swallow him whole to take him completely, as he began to thrust into her mouth. Fully hard, his huge erection was more difficult to take this morning, his thrusting was deep making her gag. She couldn't stop him and had no wish too, but her eyes were watering as he bounced hard on the back of her throat. There was no flexibility in his cock, it was too stiff to take the bend down her throat, so she repositioned herself enabling her to straighten the channel of her mouth and throat to allow him greater access. He was holding the sides of her head now and face fucking her with vigour. Big and so hard ......his need for her to be his bed slut and to service him was present this morning and was growing with every second. He released his grip on her head but she didn't slow down, until he withdrew from her and said "NO, not yet, you will wait." Obediently she refrained from trying to take him again. She rolled to her side with one knee raised and bent to give him full view of her pussy. He reached for her thighs and pulled her hips towards his face. He buried his face between her legs, his fingers dividing the outer lips of her pussy. His tongue sought out the inner lips and then her clit, flicking and toying with it before driving his tongue in her wet hole. She began again to stroke and suck his cock once more, knowing the break in attention was enough to take him back from the edge, but wanting desperately now to work him back to the edge of eruption again. Desire overtaking both of them, the unreleased frustration and wanting from the days and weeks before when he was travelling so often, now surging to the surface. He maintained the finger spread of her pussy lips, nibbling, tonguing, working and expertly fingering her clit and cunt and arse. He grasped her clit between his fingers, pinching and pulling gently, watching intently at the reddening and swelling that he was causing. He loved seeing that pussy going from pale and pretty to a deeper shade, wet and swollen, to see it pouring with her juices and knowing that he was causing it. The sight inflamed his desire and to her surprise his cock became even bigger, even harder, almost visually throbbing with the urge to fuck her now. Her sucking and licking became almost frantic. They moved, she laid on her back with her legs spread wide, her bare waxed pussy open and begging for his attention. He took control of her with his face and hands alternately buried in her pussy. Straddling her face with that huge cock right above her, he thrust it down her throat, making her gag and wretch. She pressured his hips to move him up from her, trying to slow him a little, wanting to make this last so much longer and trying to ease the pumping in her throat. He sensed her attempts to slow things down and also wanting to control his own urge to cum, he pulled away. That wasn't what she wanted, she cried out and moaned "No give it back, give me your cock, please," and tried to grapple his hips back to her, but he is strong and purposeful and moved to one side to enable him to concentrate on her body. His fingers worked at her cunt now, 2, 3, 4 fingers pushing into her, "open your legs, spread them wider, open wider and relax like a good bed slut, this is mine," he dictated. Her legs spread wider as he hand fucked her, wanting to make that cunt his, wanting to take her, remind her of his control. She was gasping, but overwhelmed with the rush of vague discomfort and immense pleasure colliding. He paused as the feelings and sensations of being taken flooded over her, a rush of heat and she gushed over his fingers and into his hand. He held still, allowing the wave of sensations to pass. He withdrew his fingers gently and carefully from her cunt and raised his slightly cupped hand to his mouth. As she looked up she watched as he licked her juices from his hand, savouring every taste. He moved to within reach of her mouth and placing his fingers in her mouth he said "clean them." She did as directed and licked and sucked at them till all traces of her cum was gone. He turned her away from him now on her side, pulling her close and whispering from behind her in her ear, not allowing her to look back at him. Telling her how he wanted her, how he wanted to slide inside her, to feel her cunt hugging his cock. He wanted her to cum, to gush all over him. The whispering drove her crazy, his voice was low and incredibly intense and erotic. Right now he could probably do anything to her, she was too far gone to care. He pulled her back toward him as he continued to talk, she pushed back into him, silently urging him to take her. He told her to breathe, to calm, he told her he will have her but she must quieten now. She felt the intensity of the bond between them build again and that emotion took over from the urgency. He reached down and positioned his cock gently at the entrance to her arse, slowly stroking and probing with his fingers at the tight but soft and wet entrance to the playground he adored. He pulled her tighter into him, closer, nuzzling into her neck, he slid his cock forward and penetrated her. He stopped and waited momentarily as she adjusted to his invasion and they both just focussed and dwelt on the sensations. As he felt her relax he began to thrust into her. Slowly and gently at first, varying pace and depth. She positioned and repositioned herself periodically to enable the sensations to be altered and the depth of penetration to change, She pushed back into him, but he withdrew. She cried out again with disappointment at the loss of penetration, but he ignored her cries and moved her, turning her and rounding her on to all fours towards the bottom of the bed. Desperate now for him to re-enter her she complied with his urging and keeping her head low she knelt with her arse high in ofference to him. He re-entered her immediately from behind and she pushed hungrily straight back on to him hard. He began again to thrust and as his thrusts became deeper, more intent, harder and faster he leant forward slightly and grabbed a handful of her hair. As he pulled back up with her hair in his hand, her head had no choice but to go with him. Her face was jerked up and as she looked ahead of her he slammed his cock hard into her again. She could see a shape ahead and her senses and focus sharpened. He was still ramming his cock into her as she realised what it was she could see...... Tom! My God Tom was there, there sat in a chair in the corner of the room beside the door, cock in hand. Her mind was now in complete turmoil, desperate for Keith not to stop, but Tom, God Tom! He was wanking furiously as he watched his mate fucking her right there in front of him. She was groaning and moaning with every thrust, the desperation for Keith to cum, to make her cum, and now the sight of Tom cumming was too much. She pleaded with Keith to cum, to fuck her, to give her everything. She needed him now, she was beyond desire, she wanted to feel him grip her hips hard, to pull her closer and at that moment she sensed his cock begin to pulsate strongly. As the sensations became overwhelming, the cum began to surge from him, forcing spurt after spurt of cum into that fleshy tunnel. His fingers firmly grasped onto her hips and held her tight. "Give it to me, fuck me, give me it all" she pleaded again...... and he did. The sight of Tom, the feel of Keith, the sound of both of them shouting out as they came, almost in unison. She couldn't contain herself and she exploded into an earth shattering orgasm. Forcing back as she gushed, juices poured from her, she could feel as they ran down her thighs. Keith had reached below her just as he felt her muscles contracting and she soaked his hand with her juice. She collapsed face down on the bed and he withdrew. Panting and her head in turmoil she lay down believing this was over, but she was wrong, so very very wrong. He was drained, yes, he had withdrawn, yes, but this was over, no! Instead he rolled her over and reached straight back between her legs and felt her soaking pussy, cunt and thighs. "You dirty slut, you liked him watching eh? Lets give him more to see then! You want him to join in? Oh yes, you dirty little slut, you do, I can feel it." She tried to recoil but his hand rested firmly on her left hip as he continued to play in the wetness. This wasn't abuse, he knew she wanted this boundary pushed but she needed it to be taken out of her control, in order to cross the line. The decision to be his, the responsibility for the depravity removed from her. They had talked of this so many times. She squirmed and tried to roll away, but Tom was there now too and his hand pressed down on her hip from the other side. Keith continued to stroke at her pussy as he moved lower on the bed. As he still held her hip firm with his left hand, Toms other hand rounded up her breast and he leant forward and took it in his mouth. He was almost as amazing with his mouth work as Keith. The fight within her receded immediately as he sucked on her nipple and the sensations darted straight from her nipple to her clit, an instant and involuntary connection. "Open your legs babe" Keith directed, but more softly now. Tom continued feasting on her left breast and rounding the other with his left hand. Now no need for them to hold her hips, she had completely surrendered to them both. She splayed her thighs and Keith positioned himself between them and began to lick her out. A few minutes passed and Tom began to reposition himself. As he moved his position, his cock came into her view, it was stiffening again and looked so tempting, she reached out to grasp it and he made it easy kneeling beside her. Cock hungry once more she pulled him toward her, he didn't need inviting twice. She began to lick the length of Toms shaft, not so thick as Keiths but just as long. The licking of her pussy was almost immediately replaced by Keiths fingers as he moved himself for a better view of his girl. "Yes, good girl, suck him, show him what you can do." Sunshine Relaxation Ch. 02 Urged on now by Keiths voice, his words of encouragement, she began to slide Toms cock between her lips, licking, sucking, alternating between a slide in her mouth, with a stroke of her hand. Each stroke twisting his foreskin, drooling with each suck, her hand then slid easily over the head of his cock to enable her to stimulate every part. Within moments Tom was rock hard and starting to move with her motions. Keith was still expertly driving his fingers into her cunt and then her arse, but more gently now, more precisely with the specific aim of making her cum. The mix of her juices, his cum and his saliva and the heightened sensitivity and swelling of her pussy made it easy to drive her to cum over and over again. Tom was by this point thrusting in her mouth, urged on by Keiths encouragement, zoned in and like a puppy off the leash she sucked him now for all she was worth. Keith saw that Tom was getting close to shooting his load and one very audible, firm and clear instruction emitted from his mouth "Not in her mouth Tom, that's mine!" Instantly at the sound of his instruction Tom withdrew and she began to pump him by hand. Keiths timing was impeccable, within moments Tom started to heave and grunt and call out with gutteral groans as he began to cum. He took his cock from her hand and pumped the last few strokes himself, shooting his load all over her face. Keith immediately moved from between her thighs and moved up to the top of her body. She reached out hungrily to take his cock but he batted her away as he too now pumped and rubbed hard at his own cock. Again she tried to grasp him and again he batted her away. With his right hand he jerked himself off and with his left he reached out and looking directly into her eyes he smeared Toms cum over her face. Seeing the expression of wanting on her face and smothering it in another mans cum was too much, he began to cum himself and directed her "OPEN NOW you dirty slut." At his command she obediently and instantly opened her mouth and he pushed his cock straight into it, his body convulsing and his face contorting as he shot his load straight into into her. Never before had she known him to cum so profusely, she swallowed taking all her had to give. Both men were now beside her stroking their cocks gently to a state of flacidity, almost taunting her. She could only lie and watch, as by now they each held a wrist to prevent her from mauling at their members or moving. "Clean us now babe" Keith directed. Immediately she began to lick and lap at his cock like a devoted animal, licking him clean, driving her tongue deep into the eye of his cock, ensuring she had harvested and cleaned every globule of cum from him. As she did Tom stroked his cock beside her. "Him too" Keith said, and she obediently turned as Tom offered his cock to her. Just as directed she cleaned him too. As they all began to come down, both guys released their restraining grasp and positioned themselves either side of her on the bed. Keith taking control rolled her over so he was laid behind her and Tom lay in front. She curled into them both, as they all began to relax and allow the sensations to subside and their breathing to slow. As they lay together, both mens arms around her, her mind began to process just a little. It seems this is indeed going to be a holiday in which Keith for once wont be tempted to work, this week will be ours, she thought with a smile. A week to explore and push the boundaries, to enjoy each other, to serve, be served and to relax. Where will this take them next? Slightly nervous and yet excited at the thought, she wondered, how far would she really go, how far into his world of depravity would this man she loved so much take her? They all laid together, her enfolded by them both and sleep washed over them all.