5 comments/ 53054 views/ 5 favorites Saturday Evening By: sunshine71 Here we go, third time lucky thank you to all who have shown their support so far, please feel free to comment, i welcome constructive criticism. __________________________________ It was a normal Saturday evening; I was doing my usual walk with Harry my German shepherd. I loved our walks round the woods they were always peaceful almost meditative. Harry loved his run round the woods and would sometimes disappear for a while chasing butterflies or interesting smells. As usual he disappeared into the trees, nose to the ground obviously following some interesting scent. I waited for him to come back watching the play of light through the trees, the beautiful greens almost mesmerising. Realising it had been over ten minutes I went to look for him, I began whistling and shouting his name as my anxiety mounted. I went further into the forest; only now realising how dark it was under the thick canopy, a dark green dusk. Gathering my courage I went looking for my canine companion, further into the forest, as I grew increasingly concerned for Henry. Then everything went black. I woke up being jolted around in a small space, I couldn't stretch out fully and my hands and feet were tied, every bump bringing fresh bruises. As I came round a little more I realised I was in the boot of a car. The car stopped and I held my breath, then hearing the car boot being opened I realised I had something over my head so I couldn't see. I took a deep breath ready to scream at the top of my voice. But felt a cold blade at my throat and a deep voice saying 'quiet'. Hearing the veiled threat of so much violence in that one word I slowly exhaled and my body started to shake. He just threw me over his shoulder like a rag doll and started walking. From the sound of his footsteps I think we must have gone inside a building. He leaned over and put my feet on the floor leaning me back against what felt like a post, then stretched my hands up and attached them to hold me firmly in place. I felt the cold knife against the skin of my stomach as my clothes were sliced open by an obviously practised hand. Rough hands started kneading my now bare breasts, his fingers pinching and rolling my nipples. My body arching trying to respond to him, I pant hard concentrating, forcing my body back under control. I heard a low laugh that sent a shiver down my spine, he ripped my trousers and pants straight off, his expert fingers finding my clit and playing me like a finely tuned instrument. The juices started to flow my body responding, wanting more, my brain in turmoil, not knowing what is happening or if I'm even going to live through the night, then suddenly he stopped. He walked away and I heard a door shut, I struggled trying to free my hands, see something, move around, but I was firmly tied to whatever held my hands and with my feet tied a could do little more than shuffle in a round circle of about a foot. After what seemed like an age he came back into the room. He came and moved my arms, moving me and reaffixing them to another fastening; it felt as though I was hanging from something even though my feet still touched the floor. His hands gently caressed my body, as he washed me all over; then deftly shaving the hair from under my arms and round my pussy. Making sure everything was nice and smooth his fingers find my clit again, then pushing two fingers inside and fucking my pussy making my body arch against him as the juices from my orgasm gushed down my legs, the tears ran down my face as I gave myself over to the sensations, only able to live in the moment. Then I was taken and placed face down across something that supported me across the middle. He came round behind me and started to play with my clit again, my body instantly responding. Something hard nudged against my pussy lips as he positioned himself and slid in. He's a bit bigger than average, but a comfortable fit. As he slowly slid in and out teasing my pussy I tried to push back against him, whimpering, wanting him to fuck me hard. His rough hands kneading my tits, skilfully pinching the nipples, making my body ache for a good hard fucking. He slammed into me and it seems in one smooth move took away the cover from my head and puts on a blindfold. Carrying on with his fast hard strokes my body tensed for another orgasm, the juices flowing from me and I started to howl with the intensity of a multiple orgasm as my body went rigid for what seemed like an eternity. Before I had a chance to recover, my body just starting to relax, he moved, his hand grabbing my ponytail and a cock is shoved roughly into my mouth, I struggled to pull away, 'make sure you suck it good bitch', I tried to nod. Licking my lips I took the head of his cock in my mouth, flicking my tongue over the end, teasing round the top. Gently sucking and licking my way down the shaft and back up. Then teasing the head, I paused taking a deep breath, relaxing my throat and plunging my mouth down onto it, taking it all the way down, pressing harder. He pulled back slightly, then started to fuck my mouth ramming down my throat as his cum unloaded into my willing mouth. He picked me up again and took me and lay me on what felt like a bed, he lifted my legs and pushed them towards my chest leaving my pussy vulnerable. His tongue flicked over my clit making me jump, he started to nibble, lick, bite and suck. I started to beg, almost screaming, wanting to feel him inside me again. Suddenly the ties round my legs were gone and he was inside me, the shift in position meant he was pressing against my clit as well. My feet on the mattress trying to raise myself up to meet each thrust, enjoying the pure lust running through me. Then the feeling of teeth grazing against my nipples sent me over the edge for another orgasm which intensified as he bit hard on my tits, the rough treatment sent me into another spiral of multiple orgasms. After he has finished he wrapped me gently in a blanket on the bed, where I fell asleep. The next morning I woke in my own bed with Harry in his usual place on the floor at the foot of the bed. When I got downstairs there was a huge bouquet of roses with a note saying thank you and a phone number. I think my Saturday nights may be a little busy from now on. Saturday Evening I knew he most likely would not be able to get away. The house would be extremely quiet tonight - perfect night for a bubble bath I decided. The water was hot and the bubbles were almost going over the sides. I slid down until the water was up to my neck, closing my eyes - fully relaxed and thinking of him. The sound of the front door opening startled me - who would be coming in?? I looked up and saw his smiling face...."You made it?" "Take your bath for me baby" he replied while kneeling on the floor against the tub. He watched as I soaped my shoulders and neck then ran my hands over my breasts and down my stomach. My hand disappeared in the water, he watched as my knees raised, my eyes close and my head leaned back resting on the back of the tub. My heart pounded as he watched me start to writhe and softly moan. Standing up he undressed and got in behind me, kissing the back of my neck and bringing the bubbles under my breasts, caressing and teasing my nipples, feeling them slip easily through his fingertips. I leaned back against him and was instantly overwhelmed by the total relaxation I felt when he was close to me. I could feel him snuggle back against me, I laid on my head on his shoulder. He kissed my temple as he continued to squeeze and massage my breasts. With my hand I guided him, showing him how hard he should press and how fast he should rub. I could feel my body responding to his touches almost immediately, and as his fingers ran back and forth across my clit, my legs opened and my body trembled against him. My head pressed against his shoulder as I began to writhe against his fingers, my hips jerking and pressing my clit harder against his fingertips. He kissed and bit at my neck gently as I moaned and squirmed against his fingers. Faster and faster he rubbed, his fingers slipping easily across my clit until my body began shuddering and I began crying, "....oh my god, baby, I am going to cum." He increased the pressure of his fingertips and could feel my body shaking against him as I gave in to the intense pleasure of orgasm. He continued rubbing at my clit, bringing me to the peak again, loving that he could bring me so much pleasure. Finally, after what seemed like a blissful eternity, he stopped and held me in his arms, my body shaking still from cumming over and over. I laid back against him, my arms laced with his until my breathing slowed to normal. Kissing my neck, he whispered "Did you enjoy that?" In response to his question, I turned in his arms, both of us slippery with bubbles, elbows and knees thrashing about as we settled into a new position, me in his lap facing him, my legs around his waist. He pulled me close and held me, my breasts smashed against his chest. He took my head in his hands, pulling me forward into a passionate and intense kiss. I was pulling back off his lap, my hands dipping under the water in front of him, and circling around his stiff cock. My hands slid along the shaft of it, teasing him, pulling it and sliding my thumb across the tip, stroking it gently, and slowly, until I feel him start to respond and press upward into my hand. I pulled myself forward and slipped his cock into the lips of my pussy. He was definitely in the mood to fuck but I wanted to prolong it - teasing him. The lips of my cunt pulling against the shaft of his cock. My pussy clenching and holding his cock, the lips of it barely covering the tip. He tried to press deeper into me, wanting to press further inside. Every time his hips would press against me, I would pull back, never allowing him to slide fully in. As I kissed him, I would slowly inch my way onto his engorged cock. My pussy clenching around it, slipping a little more inside each time I pressed forward. Finally with one swift and startling lunge, he buried his cock inside me. My body grinding against him, the hot water sloshing around us as he pressed his body to mine and began sliding it in and out of me. He slammed his cock into me over and over, kissing my neck, my fingers digging into his back until I could feel my pussy swelling. I screamed out loud - the feeling too intense to hold in - pressing into him, clinging against his wet body. His cock swelling within my hot pussy, filling it with cum as I arched up into him, fucking him harder. My hands on his shoulders now, pushing myself onto his cock as I could feel a steady stream of his cum spraying into me. Finally we slowed, our bodies still moving together, both of us crushed against one another, holding tight. I took his face in my hands, and kissed his forehead, kissed each eye, with my forehead resting against his, I looked into his eyes - looking at the sheer passion reflecting in them. Kissing his neck and shoulder, I ran my hands up and down his back, bringing cupped handfuls of warm water and trickling it down his back. I climbed from the tub and stood before him as he dried my body, his hands exploring me, running over my chest and shoulders. He pressed his warm, naked body to mine as he brought the towel around behind me. Together we left the bathroom, soap bubbles gone now, but the haze of passion still thick in the air. Saturday Evening Six months ago I gave birth to my son, the love of my life who owned my heart completely. I hated the weekends though because he was now spending Saturday nights at his father's house. Oh! Please don't think his dad Jack and I had a falling out or anything like that. In fact it's the opposite in so many ways. We were friends, still are, who simply took our friendship to a new level. It fulfilled our sexual drives without the worry of a relationship. We were still free people who enjoyed our time together both as friends and bed partners. We just weren't meant to be. As a breast feeding mother who knew that she had to have milk available for her son to have while with his dad, I pumped milk on a regular basis to build up a supply but that left me producing more than I would normally so my breasts were huge! So huge that everyone had trouble looking at my face and I'd often seen my Dad looking at them. Yep, I was back living at home for now. At first it confused me when he did it but as time went on I no longer covered up in embarrassment when I fed my son. On one such occasion I watched my Dad from the corner of my eye to see him walking away awkwardly. It thrilled me to know it affected him that way and I have to admit I felt just a little ashamed because of it... right up until I found him one Saturday evening holding the small bag of milk I'd placed in the freezer earlier and it stunned me to see his body shudder as he brought the milky goodness to his nose to smell, not that he could through the wrapping but he did it anyway. I backed away with my heart pumping thumps against my chest. I felt my breasts start to tingle as milk started to leak and ooze across the cotton material of my night shirt. Having just got out of the shower I wasn't wearing a bra so the moisture made my shirt see through and my nipples were clearly visible. Did I dare? What would my Dad do if I walked into the kitchen this way? The devil in me, the part that very few knew existed, won out. I crept back further from the kitchen before yelling at my dad. "Hey Dad? You up for a movie?" I heard the thud of the freezer as I walked closer, my dad cleared his throat as I entered the room. "Sure sweetheart. Your mother won't be home till late so we can watch whatever..." his voice stopped suddenly as he saw me standing in the doorway. His eyes on my chest and what seemed to be a very hard swallow had him flicking his eyes from my face to my chest with certain lust screaming from them. "Ok. You want to make some popcorn while I choose something?" He nodded slowly before turning "Sure" his voice was hitched before once again he cleared his throat "You go choose honey. I'll be right there." I turned and quickly glanced back to see my dad adjusting himself with his hand between his legs. I grinned. I mean, how could I not? How could I not be turned on by the fact that it was MY body that made my father hard? Ideas. Oh the ideas going through my mind at that moment but one stuck out more than the others and I quickly raced back to my room before going into the lounge. My dad came in minutes later and his eyes bulged, his face turned red and his tongue swiped across his mouth. "I hope you don't mind Dad but I was leaking everywhere and..." "No. No, it's fine. Perfectly natural for all modern mums to..." he gulped "to need to pump out their milk." His eyes never left my chest and I swear his gaze was locked into the spot where the milk was releasing into the awaiting container in its long milky stream. "Oh well. It won't be for long Dad. I'm nearly done with this one and then I just have to the other and I'm done." "The other?" he hoarsely asked. "Well yeah dad. I do have two breasts you know." I couldn't help but tease him. His eyes shuttered briefly as if he was in a battle with himself before they opened, dark and lusting. "Let me. Let me suck your breasts." I was shocked that my dad had even suggested doing it. "Dad?" I asked with nervous anticipation, did he really just say... "I said" he finally found his feet and walked towards me with a new determination, he placed the popcorn and drinks on the table before dropping to his knees in front of me "I said. Let me drink from you. Feed me sweetheart." His hand reached for the breast pump and with a quick flick the small motor turned off and the suction I felt was gone. He gently moved my fingers and in seconds he had the container to his mouth with a groan and drank every drop before placing it behind him on the table while licking his lips. His eyes met mine again. "It's up to you but I want it." I was stunned. It was one thing to tease but to actually cross that taboo line? My body was the winner right at that moment. I was so so wet from teasing him and I swear I was moments away from an orgasm just at the thought of my dad sucking on me. His hands rested on my knees and slowly slid higher as he watched for any indication that I didn't want this. "Sweetheart?" "Yes dad" I whispered "yes please." He sighed his relieved satisfaction at my answer and moved his hands to the elastic side of my panties to tug on them. "Dad?" "Shhh I want to play with your pussy while I drink from you sweetheart. I want to feel you clench around my fingers while I suck. I want you to cum for your dad sweetheart." I felt the material covering me slip downwards as I raised my bottom to make it easier. Was this really happening? Was my dad about really about to drink my milk and fuck my pussy with his fingers? God I hoped so. I don't know what I would have done if this was some kind of dream but as his head lowered and I felt his coarse tongue licking the moisture from the nipple he had just removed the pump from I knew that this was real. My body arched into him as his mouth covered me and he began to suckle. He was draining the last of the milk from my breast as his hands pushed my legs open and he moved his body closer. I think I heard the rustle of clothing but to be honest I couldn't be sure until I felt his hard length resting on my thigh. My eyes snapped open. I looked at my fathers face but he was sucking deeply with his eyes closed. His small groans vibrated through my nipple as his fingers found their way through my lower lips. He groaned again as he pushed deep inside me he curled his fingers as he fucked hard. He moved so suddenly that I screamed out in sheer ecstasy at the immediate suction he frantically gave my other nipple. His mouth latched on tight and with one hand pushing into my pussy, the other holding his hard cock as he fucked it, my dad drank from me and took me to heights I'd never imagined existed. I wanted to feel his cock inside me so badly but couldn't find my voice to tell him as I moaned and writhed under his attention. His hips moved faster and he swallowed every drop of milky goodness I fed to him. I felt the building deep inside. The burning need to explode over my dad's fingers. "Dad" I gasped as my head went back and I let my orgasm rush over me. I know that I clenched Dads' fingers just as he wanted me to. Dad hummed against my breast and in sync his sucking and fucking pulled everything from me. He had my milk, he had my cum and if I were honest I'd have to say that my dad had me too. I knew as dad moaned loudly and I felt the spurting from his cock against the length of my thigh that I would do this again in a heartbeat. I could only hope that mum always worked on Saturday evenings.