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Thursday

By: Mizz_Erotica



She sat on the couch after a long day of classes and let her mind wonder. Looking out her huge bay window, she thought about the person who lived in the building across from hers'. She had never seen them before but she always imagined them as being male between the ages 19-28 not muscle bound but attractive, dark hair, with a friendly manner.  As she thought about her neighbor across the way, she could feel her nipples start aching for attention. Slipping her hand behind and under her shirt, she unsnapped and pulled her bra off without once exposing her body. It was a trick she was shown as a little girl. 

Reaching her hands under her shirt, she started massaging her nipples. Pinching them, twisting them. This always drove her crazy, she smiled and pinched harder. Feeling that her pussy was starting to get moist, she started grinding her hips round and round. Rubbing her now aroused clit against the seam of her jeans. 

Never taking her eyes off the window across the way. She started fantasizing that the handsome male was now standing in his window watching her massage her breasts. Just the thought of being watched aroused her. She pulled one hand out from under her shirt and undid her jeans then pulled them off. Today she had gone pantiless so her shaved pussy was instantly assaulted by the slightly cool air. This only aroused her more. Purring she put her hand down to her wet lips and started caressing them. Sliding her fingers up and down her slit, teasing herself.

Eyes wide open she inserted one finger inside her now steaming hot pussy hole. 

"Mmm, yes" she moaned out. And started working her finger in and out, once in awhile twisting it around giving herself the ultimate pleasure. 

She soon added a second finger and started working her pussy harder and harder. Imagining her sexy imaginary neighbor watching her. Soon she needed more; she stopped, and walked to the bedroom to retrieve her 7 in. purple dildo. She quickly returned to the couch. Spread her legs, propped the pillows behind her and plunged the thick dildo inside of her aching cunt. 

"Oh God Yes." She yelled. 

Biting her lip, she fucked herself diligently. She had closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them, back up her fantasy had become a reality. There in the window across the way was a man slightly older than her fantasy with his cock out watching her.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The man stroked his cock each time she plunged her dildo inside of her. Her pussy started tingling the way it did when she was ready to cum, but no, she wasn't ready. She wanted to play more. She wanted him to be able to see her more. So she pulled her toy out of her now soaked pussy and stood up on the couch cushions then sat on the back of the couch her back propped against the wall. He never took his eyes off her, steadily watching what she would do next. 

She loved it; she held the dildo up and proceeded to lick it clean of her juices. This wasn't the first time she had tasted herself but each time she was amazed at how good she truly tasted. Smiling, she again plunged the now clean dildo deep inside her cunt. 

"Ooh" her lips formed. 

She watched as he threw his head back as though trying to with hold is orgasm. His hand started working his shaft faster. While watching his hand she imagined his cock was inside of her, ramming her, fucking her, commanding her every gasp of pleasure. She started bouncing up and down on her toy, one hand pulling at her breasts, her nails digging into the skin, causing little red welts to appear upon her perfect porcelain skin. No longer able to keep quiet she started shouting 

"Ooh yeah baby, yeah fuck my cunt." 

Fucking herself harder and harder her hips pounding up and down on the dripping toy in her pussy, she was soon feeling the beginning of the sweet convulsions of her orgasm. She squeezed her walls so tight around the rubber toy, as her juices dripped down the shaft like liquid pearls. Slowly, so very slowly, her hips stopped their impalement on the dildo and her hand stopped brutalizing her now red, scratched breasts.

Just as she was coming down from her high, she watched as the man across the way shot a huge load right on the windowpane. His head was thrown back in pure ecstasy, as load after load hit the window, slowly dripping down to the sill. When he tilted his head back up to look at her she licked her lips conveying how much she would love to be licking up the sweet cum. She then pulled the dildo again out of her pussy and licked it clean imagining both of their juices mixed on it. She soon sank back onto the cushions of the couch, catching her breath. 

Never in her wildest fantasies did she think that something like that would really happen. She pulled the blanket from the end of the couch around her and watched as he walked away from the window to the bathroom she assumed, as he soon reappeared with a wet washcloth that he used to wash himself off and then mopped up the cum from off the window and sill. 

See didn't take her eyes off the man the whole time he cleaned, then got redressed. Soon her eyes felt heavy and she drifted off to sleep reliving the passion that had just unfolded. 

She awoke with a start. She wasn't sure what had woke her, yet she just felt like something was wrong. Looking around she brushed off the feeling as just being drowsy. She looked across the way recalling why she was on the couch nude. The curtains were shut tightly. 

She got up and decided she was in dire need of a hot shower then supper. Walking into the bathroom she turned on the water then walked back out to the bedroom where she pulled out a pair of red silk high cut panties, a sheer satin red nighty and a matching robe laying them all neatly on the bed. Then on her way back to the bathroom she hit the power button on the stereo and blasted the Christmas music that was playing. Humming she entered the shower and yet again thought of the episode from earlier. 

Soaping her body, she luxuriated in the feel of the soap gliding down her glistening wet skin. Sliding her hand down the back of her thighs soaping them then the fronts, up to her tummy then back down to her pussy. 

"Mmm" she thought for a moment about playing again but decided she'd let it build and use herself hard again before bed. 

After washing her hair then rinsing herself off she reached for the huge fluffy purple towel and wrapped her body in its warm folds, then using a smaller matching towel she wrapped her long blonde hair up as well. Taking her time washing her face and brushing her teeth she hummed to the Christmas tune. The feeling from earlier about something being wrong had permanently gone and she walked towards the bedroom to lotion up and put on her Christmassy red attire. 

"Deck the Halls with boughs of holly fa la lalala la la la" she belted at the top of her lungs. 

Losing the towel next to the bed, she proceeded to lotion her arms, her chest all the way to her nipples, then propping her leg on the bed lotioned from her thigh down to her toes. The out of nowhere she felt a hand grip the towel on top of her head and a raspy voice whisper in her ear. 

"Scream and I'll hurt you bad bitch." 

Instantly she froze up, she couldn't scream or even breathe for that matter. It felt like all the saliva in her mouth had dried up. All she could do was nod her head in agreement. 

"Good" the voice rasped again. "Now your gonna do exactly what I say like a good little girl aren't you?" 

She nodded again tears now rolling down her pale cheeks. His right hand ripped the towel off her head, then yanking the hair hard. She yelped out in pain. His laughter at her pain echoed through out the bedroom. 

"Oh sweetie if you thought that hurt then make sure not to piss me off." He said to her while his left hand glided down her smoothly lotioned skin to her left nipple. Pinching and tweaking it. She tried not to respond to that but her body betrayed her as her nipple became erect on contact. 

"Look at the sweetheart, your mind may be telling you that your not gonna like this but your hot lil body is saying otherwise." He chuckled again. 

He pushed her face first onto the big queen sized bed. She quickly tried to scramble over to the other side, trying to escape what she knew was about to happen. In her panic, all she heard was the rapidness of her breathing. He very calmly reached out and snagged her ankle and the back of her hair. She was trapped. She felt him kneel on the bed behind her. 

"What did I tell you?" he asked in an aggravated voice. 

"I'm sorry." She panted out in a faint little cry. 

"Your gonna be even sorrier now." He pushed her face down on the mattress and grabbed each of her wrists, pulling them behind her back. 

She felt something being wrapped around them tight; by the smoothness and coolness of the material, she was guessing it was the belt to her satin robe. 

"Now princess try that again and I'm gonna tie your ankles together got that?" He said and punctuated it with a hard slap to her ass cheeks. 

He was now straddling her hips, and her body began to shake. She knew what he would do to her, but it was up to her how gentle or roughly, he would use her. She tried to think but her mind just wouldn't work from fright. She felt him part the curtain of her hair to reveal the back of her neck. His hands slowly massaged the moved to the front where he lightly choked her. She gasped for breath, again he chuckled. 

"I love choking a woman when I'm fucking her from behind." He told her in a voice now raspy with arousal. 

He sat down upon her ass and started rubbing his aroused jean clad cock up and down her crack. She tried so hard, she truly did but her body had been neglected for so long. It had been months since she had had sex. Now upon her rape her body was betraying her by getting aroused. Her nipples were now aching to be touched and her pussy was starting to get lubricated, her clit slowly became engorged with blood. Biting her lip to hold back the moan forming she looked straight ahead at the wall. He grabbed a pillow and told her to lift her hips. She did so without hesitation. 

"Good girl." He praised. 

Her hips were now slightly elevated. He had moved off of her and she could just tell that he was now staring at her ass and swollen pussy lips. 

"I love that you have a clean shaven pussy, makes it so much easier to eat." 

She was startled to feel one of his fingers glide down her dripping slit. 

"How old are you princess?" He asked now flicking his finger on her clit. 

She refused to answer him. She wasn't gonna talk to her soon to be rapist like he was a friend. *Slap* She screamed out in pain. Her ass cheeks stinging from the brutal assault from his hand yet again. 

"I asked you a question, now either you answer me or you will be punished again." 

She sucked in her breath and answered him with a seething 

"25." 

His reply was the hissing of his zipper being pulled down. 

"Perfect age princess, perfect." He once again kneeled upon the bed and this time she could feel the heat from his nude body. 

"I'm gonna fuck you now Princess and from the look of this sticky cunt I just bet your gonna like it." 

And with that, he lined up his engorged cock with her gapping pussy and slammed it in her in one hard thrust. She screamed out. She felt like she was being ripped in two. She was no virgin not even close to it, but his cock had to be huge in order to hurt her this bad. The biggest she had been with was her friend who was about 7 ½ inches so that meant this guy had to be at least 9inches or bigger. Behind her, he sucked in his breath. 

"Ohh sweet pussy." He gripped her hips and just held himself inside her for what felt like hours but what was really just mere seconds or minutes. 

"Ooh Princess, your cunt is soo tight. I could stay inside you forever." 

Tears streamed down her cheeks. How could this be happening to her, how could she know how wrong this was yet her body be wanting it so much. 

His fingers dug deeper into her fleshy hips, and he started pulling out only to return in one long hard stroke. 

"Mmmmmmm." He sighed stroking in and out of her tight, wet cunt. 

"Ohh baby your cunt is like hugging my cock like a long lost friend. Tell me you like it. Tell me how good my cock feels." 

She shook her head refusing. 

"Fuck you." She hissed. 

He pulled her hair hard, leaning forward he bit her shoulder. 

"Ahh" she cried. 

"Now Princess I think you'll tell me how good this cock is." 

As he said that, he started pounding in her just a little bit harder. A moan escaped her lips. 

"Yes, yes, yes your cock feels soo good inside me." She belted out. 

Hoping that appeased him, she closed her eyes trying to ignore how good he really was making her feel. 

"You like to be used don't you doll?" He was slamming hard into her now. His balls slapping off her ass, his fingers digging so deep into her hips that she thought he would break the skin. 

She could hold back no longer. It had just been too long since she'd been fucked. She yelled out as his cock drove deeper and deeper into her cunt. Bouncing off of her cervics. 

"YES!!!" He pulled her hair harder, pounding into her now as hard as he could. He pulled her up to a kneeling position by her hair, his hips slamming up as her hips slammed down. 

"Ooh Princess you're a nasty slut aren't you? You wanted this didn't you?" He grunted as his orgasm neared. Her hips started slamming down harder and harder wanting him to make her cum to make her scream. His hips slammed up giving her what she craved. 

"Fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeee." She screamed; her walls now squeezing on his shaft almost as if trying to milk his seed from him. 

"Oh fuck yeah." He moaned then unexpectedly while her hips were slamming up and down she felt his hands come around her throat and start squeezing. 

His fingers pushed inwards cutting off her air supply. The whole time his hips kept up their rhythm. Then to her surprise the combination of his brutalizing cock slamming her cervics and his fingers choking her she began to orgasm. Her muscles began to tighten up all over her body. Her cunt squeezed his cock so hard that he screamed out and starting shooting load after load of hot cum inside her contracting cunt. Her orgasm and lack of air took over and she blacked out as the last squirt of spunk was shot inside of her. She woke up disoriented and very sore. She tried to move and felt a body pressed on top of her back. 

"Don't move." The voice whispered against her ear. It all came back to her. She had just enjoyed being raped. Instantly tears started forming in her eyes. 

"Shh, princess." He sighed. 

"I'm gonna untie your hands now, then I'm gonna get up and leave. As long as you're a good girl then I won't come back and hurt you." 

She nodded; he knew she would do nothing. How could she explain to the police that she enjoyed what he had done to her body? She couldn't. She heard him putting his clothes back on, and then she felt the binding around her wrists being undone. She laid face down for a good 3 seconds then she just couldn't take it. She had to know who had just used her body so brutally yet made her enjoy it. Turning quickly she yelled out to the man in the doorway. 

"Wait." He stopped and had his head down. All she could see of him was the mop off dark hair. Longer than was 'stylish', she could also tell he was in all black his shirt appeared to be one of those hoodies that was popular with teens. 

"Please tell me why you did this to me. You know I won't say a word how can I?" He turned slightly and she could barely make out his profile. 

"I watched your show today Princess. I wanted you." 

She gasped was this the man from across the way that she had masturbated with? Then he turned fully and she got quite a shock. No this most definitely wasn't the man from across the way. It was her landlords' son. She had never spoken to him but had seen him a few times watching her. The piercing's were how she recognized him. She had always admired them. She had a thing for piercing's, even had one of her own. He was an attractive kid. Black mop top hair, beautiful brown eyes, and lips that always made her envy them. How could this quiet boy be the one to just brutalize her? She was in total shock. He smiled at her one last time, held his finger up to his lips in the 'shh' gesture then walked out of the room and out of her apartment.

She fell back on the bed dazed and sore. As she drifted off to sleep with his cum dripping down her thighs, she wondered when he would come back. Even though she knew, what he had done was wrong; she couldn't help but wish he would do it again.

Thursday



Exactly one week later I got another phone call from Rina. "You come. Fix. "was all she said.

"Listen you crazy bitch," I began

"You come. Fix" she repeated. And then she hung up.

"She's fucking' nuts if she thinks I'm going back over there for a repeat performance of last week." I thought to my self.

But as I drove around I got to thinking about Benji's big hard cock and what a total sissy cocksucking fag I had become. After all isn't it the duty of a sissy to take care of any and all sexual requests from his master. And make no mistakes about it Benji had become my master. All he had to do was grab his crotch and I was instantly on my knees reaching out to unzip his pants, knowing that I would not get up until Benji's load of cum was safe in my stomach.

Needless to say, I went back to the motel and it was pretty much a repeat performance of the previous week. About the only differences were that Benji fucked me for a little longer period of time and this time my little clitty got hard. And, oh yeah, this time Benji reached down and untied the string about half way through the session. I didn't even try to get up and leave. 

Let me say right here that in my cocksucking episodes with Benji, my little clitty was always hard. Benji would always leave me with a hard clitty and the taste of his cum in my mouth. Any relief I got I would have to take care of myself, later. One time, after Benji face fucked me, I pulled my little thing out and started to jerk on it. Benji got mad as hell and started yelling at me to stop. He made me get up and leave. Getting ass fucked took some time to get used to.

Now while I'm on the subject of relief, let me take a minute to explain my position on my own chastity and denial. 

I can only jack-off when it involves Benji. He has to be the object of my desire. If I am only thinking of him but can't see him then I can jack my self off. But only by holding onto my nuts. Never by holding my little clitty. And only left handed. I managed to do this one time, years ago before I knew Benji. So I know it's possible to do this but that time was right handed.

So far, I have not managed this feat left handed.

Next, I can jack my little thing with my left hand if I am looking at a picture of Benji. Fortunately I did manage to get picture of Benji one day when I took my camera with me to the motel. I was able to get a picture of him through the back window of my truck when he wasn't looking

Next I can jack-off all I want if I can see Benji in person. Unfortunately Benji doesn't give a thought to my sexual state of mind. So the chances of that happening are pretty slim. I did drive by the motel one day and stopped out on the side of the service road to see if I could get a glimpse of him. I saw him briefly coming in and out of rooms as he did his housekeeping routines. I pulled my little clitty out of my jeans and panties and tried to get myself off. Unfortunately the glimpses of him were not long enough for me to achieve an orgasm. As long as I could see him I could jack. But when he went back into a room I would have to stop.

So really all I have is a picture of Benji to which I can climax.

So, with all that in mind it is easy to see how I found my self half kneeling, half lying across the bed in Benji's bed room the next three Thursdays, getting my ass pounded and my knees rubbed raw.

I did wise up though. I have started to work on my ass with my dildo and I always take care to insert my butt plug on Wednesday night before I go to bed. I stop at a convenient rest room to remove it when I get Rina's call on Thursday afternoon.

Rina doesn't even involve herself any more since I no longer scream. Her only contribution is the familiar "You come. Fix."

I thought that I had every thing under control when two weeks ago I got the "You come. Fix." phone call. 

Since I now tend to keep my Thursday afternoons open, it was only a short time before I was pulling into the parking lot of the motel. As I walked up to the door of Benji's and Rina's apartment, the door opened and Rina beckoned me in. I entered and immediately followed Rina back to the bedroom. I had a surprise for them. As I began stripping my clothes off, I watched closely at the looks that came over their faces as it became apparent that I now had on a matching black bra and panty set. Moreover, on Wednesday night I had carefully shaved my legs and pubic area. Rina and Benji looked at each other and gave each other a sly smile. Then Rina motioned for me to remove my panties. After I did so, she produced another string and over my protests that it was unnecessary, she proceeded to tie me to the bed rail by my testicles again. Rina left the room at that point, leaving only bra clad me and fully naked Benji.

Benji then greased up his big cock and proceeded to guide it up my backside. Just as he hit bottom Benji said something and the bathroom door opened up. There was the motel manager, naked as a newborn, holding a digital camera. He began snapping pictures as Benji hammered away at my fuck hole. I guess he took around thirty to forty pictures of me and Benji from all angles. He steadfastly ignored all of my protestations. After getting all of the pictures he wanted, he then called out to Rina who then came back to the closed bedroom door and opened it wide enough to stick her hand through the door. The manager then put the camera in Rina's hand and the door closed.

The manager then came around to the other side of the bed and lay down on it on his left side with his crotch right next to my face. That's when I got a good look at his equipment. 

Although he is a taller and stockier built man than Benji, his cock is just as big as Benji's.

He began rubbing it on my face and around my lips and before too long my lips parted and that cock was knocking on the back my throat. I began licking and sucking on his hard cock as he tried to get it deeper into my mouth. I was resisting as best I could but Benji was not helping any at all.

Benji's hard pounding of my backdoor pussy was causing my whole body to bounce back and forth. 

I tried to resist, but they figured out what was happening and they were soon timing their thrusts so that both of them were going in at the same time. I had nowhere to go. The cock my mouth soon found its way down my throat and what a grand time he had with that. Yes I gagged and choked and couldn't breathe. And I'm sure I turned purple in the face, but he would always withdraw enough to allow me to catch my breath and then he would go at me again. The one time I almost passed out was when he came down my throat. He was so far down my throat that his pubic hair was tickling my nose. As he came for what seemed like hours but was probably only about thirty seconds I could feel on my lips the loads of cum as they pulsed through his cock on their way to my belly.

He then pulled back just leaving the head of his big tool in my mouth. A small amount of cum continued to leak out of the hole into my mouth. I was still choking and didn't notice it at first but as my thoughts became clear I soon was nursing at the little taste of cum that was dribbling onto my tongue. This was the first taste of cum I had in over six weeks and I was happy to get it.

You know what they say "Once a cum-slut, always a cum-slut."

Benji, mean while continued to pound on my backside and as I nursed on the soft cock in my mouth, Benji, finally unloaded his nuts deep inside my bowels.



Thursday



09:10



Boydenis 09:10
mister wazzap, come over ma crib tonite, party, chicks, weed, booze, u name it, it will be there 4 u

adamM' 09:11
yessir, i'll hit u up

I gave the old lady back her change and stayed on my chair waiting for any coming customer. At 9AM on a thrusday, there is only old people and few youngsters that come to a little market. Normally, I would go ahead and take a cigarette break but I already came 45 minutes late for the 9th time this month, I didn't want to bring more attention to myself. The other cashier left her spot and went to help our co-workers to fill the shelves. I decided to grab my phone and started playing a random game to pass the time. I was really caught that I stood in suprise when I heard : "Shouldn't you pay attention?"

I taught it was going to be my manager but I was only facing a customer. I took a good look at her and noticed how beautiful she was. I gave her an embarrassed look and scratch the back of my head. 

She chuckled. "Sorry to break your concentration." I sat back.

"eeer.. No I am sorry, huh, good morning." I said in a goofy way that made her smile. I slowly took her items one by one as I checked her out.

She was the same height as me sitting on the chair, looked about 17-22 years old,i'm bad at guessing ages, wore an all black sport gear and had green earphones playing loud music.

I looked down at her items. Fruits, juice and some sweets. I never felt the need to be flirty with customers but this one was intriguing me, I didn't want her to leave without getting her number.

I glanced back at her but she distractly looking outside while lightly swiging to the beat of her music.

"What are you listening to?" it flew out of my mouth.

She slowly tilted her head to the side as she took one earphone off. I cursed myself, not wanting her to think I was a weirdo.

"Hmm, just some Ciara..." she answered. There was blank in my head. C'mon, think of something to say.

"Well, she's a pretty hot singer." Lame.

She gave me a little smile. "She is."

Another blank came. She moved away from the counter, opened her backpack and started to pack the items. 

"Are you going to eat all that food alone?" Lame, lame, lame.

She stopped into her moves and gave me an confused look. "No... it's for me and my team mates." she answered slowly.

I passed the final item on the moving matress and started counting the final amount on the machine. Hurry, time is cliking, she will leave any minute.

"What kind of team are you in?" I asked fast.

She was still motionless from my last question but kept answering back. "A dance team, why are you asking me all this?" she wondered.

I taught of an answer that one of my buddies gave to a chick one day. "Just doing conversation, I am people type of people, I like talking with people."

For a second, she looked at me and started chuckling.

"And the total is 29e. Cash or card?" I said smiling seeing her eyes smile. She took a wallet from her pocket and came back at the counter.

"Cash." she answered taking bills out.

As I took the bills, I looked at her hair that was brown, really curly down shoulders with turquoise tips.

"By the way, you hair looks really good, I like it!" I complimented her.

She gave me another small chuckle and I gave her change back.

"Thank you, are you always in such a good mood?" she asked moving back to packing her bag.

"Oh, today is a bad day, you should see me when I had a good night of sleep." 

"You are one lucky person then..." she said under her breath, not sure if she was talking to herself or me.

Then there was little silent while she packed. In my head, I kept rushing myself to ask her number or her name but I didn't want to come off as rude.

When she put her packback back on her shoulder, I decided to make a move.

"Wait!"

She looked back at me with her eyes wide open.

"You can't just leave like that, what's your name??" I said souding almost desperate which I actually was.

She stopped for a moment still looking suprised.

"Wow, dude, chill, why you wanna know my name?"

I pinned out my name collar and showed it to her.

"You already know that my name is Adam, just tell me yours or that's unfair."

Now she started laughing. "Is this a prank?"

"No it's not, I just want to get to know you." I said.

She stopped laughing and looked at me for a minute when she finally said.

"I don't have time for this, bye, see you around." and with that said she left.

Fuck, I scared her off.

12:14

I left for my lunch break after three hours of sitting at the cashier where only 10 customers came. I pushed the button to go into the warehouse and walked in direction of the outside door for a cigarette.

I patted my uniform jacket to look for my pack but I left it in my locker, I started walking towards there when I bumped into my manager, the last person I wanted to see today.

"Where do you think you are going?" asked Mr.Abdullah.

Fuck, he's going to fuck me up so bad.

"Going for a cigarette."

"Again?" he asked.

"It's my first break since i checked in!" I said defensively.

"Yet, you came 45 minutes late, again, what's the reason this time?"

And again, I hadn't taught of a possible excuse to him. I scratched my head and tried to think of something but he obviously was used of this.

"Listen, get your stuff and don't bother coming back for this month pay-check. Plus, I saw you flirting with a costumer on camera, again for the fourth you've been hear" he said tired and I was taken back by him firing me.

"Mr.Abdullah, I just stared three months ago! C'mon, give me one last chance!" I pleaded.

He walked passed me and pointed the locker.

"No, just leave." he lastly said while cursing me in arabic.

Fuck, now I am unemployed.



Thursday Afternoon



Kiwi91 edited this.



The rain was beating against the tent and I heard the sound of a car engine through the noise. She had come. Only seconds after the engine has stopped, she opened the zipper. I helped her with it from the inside; she crawled in on all fours. It did not look smooth when she dodged in and clumsily kicked off her shoes. I love her clumsiness.

"Hi!" She said and stroked some wet hair from her eyes.

She was still wearing her working clothes.

"Hi!" I said and took her by the arm to help her sit down on the sleeping bags.

I had put two sleeping bags as a floor in the tent. I had coffee in a thermos and sandwiches in a basket, but she was not hungry right now.

"How nice it is here. I've had longed all day!" She sighed with relief and let out the hair from the hair knot.

"Mm." I said and stroked her hair. I was naked and had a boner. Next to me was a pile of photographs that I had looked at during the afternoon.

It was pictures from her private photo album. We were neighbors but had to meet like this in the forest, because she was married. I had cycled this morning and put up the tent, almost every Thursday during the last two months. Thursdays were our days. She went a little earlier from work so we had about two hours together. She has taught me everything I know.

"What did you think of the pictures I gave you this morning?" She asked.

"I have already jerked off twice. You're very beautiful. Please tell me everything about them."

"Yes, I will darling, but you have to rub my shoulders and back in the meantime. I have a lot of pain in my shoulders." She said.

I helped her to take off her clothes and she lay down on her stomach.

I sat down on her butt and rubbed her downwards the spine. Her body was getting worn out, but was still young and her skin felt like warm leather. I used to think of her when I rode my bicycle. She was so smooth. Her smell filled the tent slowly and combined with air from my lonely hours. She flipped through the pictures.

"Mm, they are really nice. Now look here, I'll show you..." She held up the pictures behind her head and told me about all of them.

It was fifty photographs, taken some years ago. She was naked in various positions on several pictures and they were probably taken by different men at different times.

"I love to pose for my lovers." She explained when I asked her why she had so many pictures.

On most of then she laid in bed, but on a picture she sat with parted legs on a desk.

"The picture was taken when I practiced at ICA. His name was Sonny, and he was the purchasing manager. We were together for a few months until I discovered that he was an idiot."

"Did your boyfriend fuck you at work?"

"Ha ha. We fucked everywhere. At that time, I trusted my instincts and feelings... Those times were sweet." She sighed.

I caressed her shoulders.

"This is my cousin Anna. We had a lot of fun together."

"Who photographed you?"

"Her husband... Oh, I don't remember his name."

"What did you two do?"

"I was with them a few times when they were newlyweds. Rolf... Yeah! That was his name. He wanted to watch when Anna had sex with another woman. We had tried lesbian sex a few times before that, so I was prepared."

My cock was hard as a missile and it wanted to go into her pussy.

"I was always horny all the time and now I get horny sometimes..."

"Tell me about Anna."

"Ah! What a woman! She is my beautiful cousin. Yeah, she knows how to say sexy things... We had parties sometimes, together with one of my boyfriends. Once she took off her clothes after the main course she lay down on the table and said that the dessert was served. We fucked her in turns and she screamed for more."

I got excited and slid down from her butt to part her legs. She continued to talk.

"Anna licked pussy in a lovely way. She licked me better than anyone else."

She showed a different picture with herself standing in the afternoon light in a doorway. She had two fingers inside her pussy and looked hornier than I had ever seen her before with half closed eyes.

"This was after our first child. Yeah, I was supposed to rest and take care of the baby. Jimmy is asleep in the crib behind me. We used to walk around naked in the apartment at the time. It was a great apartment. Do you know where I lived?"

Her butt was against my stomach when my cock penetrated the pussy and went deep inside the womb.

"No, tell me now."

"We lived for a year in Halmstad. I had a job at a tavern there." She gasped and raised her butt up against me.

I started to fuck her slowly. She followed my movements and pushed herself towards me to feel my cock deeper.

"Oh fuck! It feels good! Fuck me harder!" She growled, and her breathing became heavier.

She brought a hand under herself and stroked her clitoris. She had shown me where it was but I was usually too eager and didn't caress her properly. This time I pulled out before I came.

"Show me more." I begged.

"Watch this." She said and lay down on her back.

She spread her legs towards me and rubbed the clitoris in small circles. I pressed two fingers into her and let them follow the vaginal front wall. Yes, she had talked about where the G-spot was located. I pulled my fingers in and out of her vagina. I made sure that I rubbed against that special spot every time.

"Ah! Finger fuck me! God damn! It feels so good!" She screamed.

She could really talk dirty when she wanted to. I increased the pace. Her pussy squeezed my fingers. I put another finger inside and shaped them like a piston.

She exploded in an ejaculation that was unexpected as always. It squirted out of her pussy, on my arm and stomach. She screamed and sobbed. I put my arm close to her face so she could lick all her juices off. After she had ejaculated she always wanted to taste it. She continued to fondle herself and took hold of my balls with her left hand.

"Sit down over me." She said.

I kneeled and my legs were over her stomach when she sucked my cock into her mouth. She began to move her head up and down with my cock in her mouth. She was good at this, but this was my first oral experience so I had nothing to compare with. I came almost instantly. The semen shot out of my cock in two sprays. She got it on the face and licked her lips.

I sank down exhausted beside her and felt her arm against my leg when she was masturbating to another orgasm. After she came I asked her who it was that she kissed passionately on the picture where the lover seemed to be in my age. She said it was her ex-playmate.

This was our seventh Thursday together. The sound of the rain plus being out in the middle of the forest with my sexy neighbor has gotten me really horny. I fucked her two more times before she had to leave. 

She said she would give me more pictures soon and maybe let me take some of her. I can't wait till next Thursday. 



Thursday Afternoon on the Ranch



It was Thursday afternoon on a cattle ranch in an obscure corner of Southeastern Oregon. The ranch was at the end of a gravel road 20 miles from the nearest paved road, which isn't hard in Malheur County since there are damned few paved roads, and it is larger than a number of small eastern states. Of course, there are city blocks in New York City that have higher populations than all of Malheur County. Really. Look it up. Some people also claim that it has more cows than people. That is undoubtedly true, given that there are only 31,000 people in the county. 

Lisa was standing at the kitchen sink cleaning up the dishes and looking out the window. She could see for miles. The view included the barn and other outbuildings of their home ranch, 200 acres of bottom land where irrigation from a creek allowed them to grow hay to feed their cattle in the winter, low sage-covered hills beyond the bottom land, and finally a range of mountains probably 30 miles away. Aside from a couple of struggling apple trees in their front yard, there wasn't a tree to be seen in the entire panorama. It was a view she had never gotten tired of in the 25 years since Luke had brought her from Virginia, where she had grown up. Her first reaction had been, "My god, Luke has brought me home to the middle of nowhere," which was more or less true, but her love for Luke had kept her there long enough to acquire a taste for the high desert of Eastern Oregon. 

Now she would be dragged kicking and screaming away from the remote ranch Luke had inherited from his family. His great-grandfather had started the ranch in the 1870s, homesteading 160 acres that he and his descendants had grown to over a thousand acres on three different ranches scattered across Malheur and Harney counties, plus another 20,000 acres of Bureau of Land Management grazing allotments they controlled.

Right now she had something else on her mind—and that was sex with Luke. She had met him 28 years ago at the Ivy League college their parents had sent them to, and they had enjoyed an amazing sex life ever since, notwithstanding the challenges of dormitory rules, raising two children who were now grown and moved on with their own lives, running the family ranches, and most recently, his trips to Salem as a legislative representative for this remote corner of Oregon. 

She could see him on the far side of the bottom land, a couple of miles away, mending fence, a chore he badly wanted to get done this June day before he had to go back to Salem for committee hearings beginning next Monday. His horse was tied to a fence post. She could also see a thunderstorm brewing behind the ridge of the mountains, and she knew that the storm would drive him from his chores within the next hour. It looked like an intense one. It was going to come over the mountain and sweep down across the sage-covered hills and the ranch, flickering its fingers of lightning, and ultimately raining like there was no tomorrow. 

Luke wouldn't stay out working in that. She knew he would come back to the house, just a bit behind the leading edge of the storm, wet but not quite soaked, and smelling of wet horse, wet sage, and, oh yes, smelling of Luke, that indefinable aroma that had always entranced her from the first day they had met. He would be grumbling about not getting his fence mending done, and she would seduce him, just as she had always done when a storm drove him out of the fields and they had the house to themselves. 

She knew just how she was going to do it, and thinking about it was making her wet. They had done it enough times so that it was really almost a ritual for them, and it was different than the rest of their lovemaking. Normally Luke initiated their lovemaking and defined where and how they were going to fuck. Not that he was an aggressive, dominant personality, but that was just the way they did things. Luke took the lead, and she had been fine with that. 

But on those occasions when a storm drove him cursing from the fields, frustrated about his inability to accomplish what he had set out to do, their pattern was reversed. On these occasions Lisa was the dominant member of the couple, and somehow it always came as a surprise to Luke that his normally submissive wife was telling him exactly where and how he was going to fuck her. But he always went along, and the result for 25 years had been great sex, normally followed by a cup of coffee, curled up naked under a blanket on the front porch swing.

"Funny," she thought with a smile. "You'd think he would be expecting me to seduce him when he comes in like this, but he has never figured it out. He is always so pissed off about not being able to finish whatever it was he was doing that sex is the farthest thing from his mind. He'll come in grumbling and complaining and I'll stop him cold, . . . and then we'll fuck. He just never figures it out. Mmm, I love a good thunderstorm." 

Her work at the sink was done, so she walked out of the kitchen, through the front of the house, and onto the porch. The porch was covered and ran around two sides of the house, a classic ranch design of the early twentieth century. The decking, like the floors in the house, consisted of softwood planks cut from timber growing high in the mountains to the east in Idaho. After nearly a hundred years it was worn and weathered, but it had a feel she liked. She sat on the front porch swing, and watched Luke toiling to mend the fence on the far side of the hayfield as the storm approached. 

The storm had reached over the high ridge of the range now and was sweeping down toward the sage-covered hills that started at the base of the range. She could see the lightning flickering in the clouds as it approached. It was too far away to hear yet, but she suspected it was audible by now where Luke was. She needed to go inside and get ready, but there wasn't a lot of preparation required, so she just sat for a few more minutes watching the approaching storm and fantasizing about how she was going to seduce Luke in about half an hour. The power of the storm made her think of Luke's power when he forced her legs apart and shoved his hard cock into her pussy. 

Finally, she decided she needed to go in. The storm was approaching fast, and soon even her stubborn husband would decide it was time to seek shelter. She walked back into the house and upstairs to their bedroom. There she kicked off her shoes and stripped off her workday clothes—jeans, cotton blouse, serviceable bra, and cotton panties. Looking out the bedroom window again to check on the approach of the storm, she stood naked in front of the window, something she never would have done where she had grown up in Virginia. But here, twenty miles from the nearest paved road, you could stand naked before an open window. There was no one to see you. Their ranch hands were all up on the Sanderson place (another of their ranches) over in Harney County getting in the first cutting of hay from the bottom land on that ranch, and Luke was a long way off and fully occupied with mending the fencing damaged by winter snows.

Of course, if Luke could see her standing naked before the window, she wouldn't have minded. She had always loved exposing herself to Luke. She knew that seeing her naked just lit a fire in Luke that always resulted in his wanting to fuck her until she begged for mercy. She had learned that when they were dating as sophomores in college, and it hadn't changed. Truth be told, exposing herself to Luke lit a fire in her, too.

The storm really was coming on. Now she could hear the thunder, which was still not loud from her vantage point at the open window in the second story of the house, but a nearly continuous rolling crackle. "Come on Luke," she said softly. "It's time to get out of there, and I really want you to come back here and fuck me." As she watched, she could see Luke gathering up his tools and putting them on the horse. Even her stubborn husband had decided to head for the barn.

She turned away from the window and walked naked across their bedroom to a closet. Stretching to her toes, she reached up to the top shelf and pulled down an old apron. It was worn and tired looking, but it was what she used for these occasions. Luke would know what was required of him as soon as he saw it. When she pulled it over her head and tied it in the back it would more or less cover her front, although as loose as she planned to tie it, it would be easy to lean just so and expose most of her tits. Of course, it covered nothing from behind. 

She didn't have big tits, but they were big enough to entrance Luke from the first day she met him. They were bigger now and not as firm as they had been in college, but she thought, as she looked in the mirror, "Not bad." She surveyed the rest of her still naked body in the mirror—legs, still firm and attractive as they had been all those years ago; belly—well a bit plumper than it had been when she was 19 and first seduced Luke (yes, she seduced him the first time), but still not bad for someone in her mid-forties with three grown children. Ranch work had kept her slimmer than a lot of her friends from college that she stayed in touch with through Facebook.

She spun before the mirror, looking over her shoulder at her derriere (she preferred "derriere" to Luke's term, which was "ass." He could be crude sometimes, although she had to admit she liked it when they were fucking). Well, her derriere, or ass if you will, was not what it was when she had been in college. Like anyone in her forties, it had spread a bit, but Luke loved it, which was what really mattered to her. Sometimes he would get behind her and grab her hips and hold them as he pounded his cock into her pussy. He could reduce her to a quivering, crying wreck doing that. It was so good. 

She heard a loud crack of thunder that caused her to drop her self-appraisal and fantasizing and slip the apron over head and tie it behind her. That last thunder peel would bring Luke in soon, and she wanted to be in the kitchen when he came in. She could hear the first drops of rain bouncing off the tin roof of the old house. 

As soon as the apron was on she hustled down the stairs and busied herself in the kitchen making a pot of coffee that she planned to drink on the porch with Luke afterward.

It was really starting to rain by the time he got the horse back to the barn. Cloud lightning was crackling overhead almost continuously. He took time to take the saddle and bridle off the horse and put him in a stall in the barn. He would turn him out into the pasture once the storm had passed. 

Much as he liked horses, he had to admit that a four-wheeler was a lot better for a chore like today's. If he had been out there on a four-wheeler, he could have stayed a few minutes longer before he had to run for the barn, and there was always the risk that a horse would spook at the sound and flash of a nearby lightning bolt. A Yamaha might occasionally get stuck in the mud (or run out of gas, if you were sloppy), but it wouldn't spook and throw you off at the sound of thunder. 

After taking care of the horse, he walked quickly towards the house in the now heavy rain. "Damn, why did this storm have to blow in?" he muttered under his breath. "I really wanted to get that work done today. I have to go back to Salem next week and there are some folks down in Ontario (the largest town in the county) that I need to see tomorrow. Damn, it will take me most of the day tomorrow to drive to Ontario and back."

She could hear him as he stomped his boots coming up the steps onto the porch. Then she heard the porch swing creak as he sat down to pull off his muddy work boots. It had taken her years, but she had eventually trained him not to come stomping into the house with muddy boots on. The coffee was dripping and she was ready, but she just stood in front of the sink facing away from the door into the kitchen. She wanted the first thing he saw when he walked into the kitchen to be her naked ass (Now she was using his term. That's how horny she was). When he saw her and realized she was naked beneath the old apron, he would forget all the things that were frustrating him and focus on what she wanted—fucking.

He kicked off his boots and stepped through the screen door, letting it slam behind him. "Lisa," he called out as he strode through the parlor (as his grandmother had called the living room that the front door opened into). "Lisa, you here? This goddam storm! Shit, I have to go to Ontario tomorrow and then to Salem next week. When the hell am I going to get those fences patched up?"

She could hear him raising hell in the parlor, but she ignored him. She knew he would find his way to the kitchen soon enough without her responding to him. "He is really wound up," she thought. "I love it when he is like this. His energy will just carry right on through to the fucking, if I do it right." She continued to look out the kitchen window so her naked ass was facing the door to the kitchen. 

"Lisa, where the hell are . . ." Luke bellowed as he walked into the kitchen. Then he saw her, standing at the sink watching the storm out the window, naked except for the old apron, which did nothing to cover her back or her ass. His breath caught when he saw her. "Oh, fuck, she is beautiful," he said silently to himself as all thoughts of his problems disappeared. They had been through this enough times that he knew what the old apron and her naked ass meant. It meant she wanted him to fuck her, and she was going to tell him exactly how he should do it, and he was going to forget everything else that was worrying him and fuck her just the way she wanted to be fucked. He could feel his prick starting to stir in his pants. 

"I'm here, Luke," she said softly, still facing away from him, so he could savor the view of her nearly naked body. 

He said nothing in response. He just stood, staring at her like he had the first time she had exposed herself to him when they were in college all those years ago.

She turned, facing him, but she made sure that she turned just far enough to insure he could see most of one of her breasts through the side of the apron. God this was making her horny. "Really Luke, I don't think you should be worrying about the storm right now," she said as she looked at the tall, lean cowboy she was married to. He had tossed his baseball cap someplace as he came in, and his hair was damp and messed up, not from the rain, but from the work he had been doing before the storm struck. It was beginning to show a bit of gray, but it was still as thick as it had been when she first met him. 

She waited for him to respond, but he was silent. He knew what she wanted, and he was waiting for her to tell him how she wanted it.

She reached behind her back and untied the apron. It still hung from the strap around her neck but she pushed it aside so Luke could see one of her breasts fully, but not enough to expose her pussy. All of one thigh was exposed. She reached up and began to massage the exposed tit. "Sit down Luke," she said, as she pushed the apron farther to the side, exposing most of her other breast and her sex. She used her fingers to push back the hair and spread her lips so he could see how aroused she was. 

The storm was fully on them now. The rain was pounding on the tin roof, the wind howling, and a near continuous crackle of cloud lightning.

Luke seemed stuck standing so she repeated herself more firmly, "Sit down, I said."

Luke heard her this time and pulled a chair from the kitchen table. He sat facing her as Lisa had commanded, leaning back in the chair with his long legs stretched out before him. He adjusted his trousers to accommodate his rapidly growing cock. Lisa pulled the apron over her head so she was completely naked and leaned back against the kitchen counter enjoying Luke's stare. She spread her legs so her sex was fully exposed. "Oh, fuck!" she thought, "It makes me so horny to expose myself to him like this." She massaged both of her tits as he watched.

Luke remained silent and started to release his belt. "No!" Lisa said. "I want to do that." 

He stopped immediately and simply sat and watched her as she walked towards him. His prick was fully erect beneath his Levis now. When she reached him, she stepped so that her feet were on either side of his legs, and then she sat naked in his fully-dressed lap and began to slowly release the buttons on his denim shirt. She could smell him now, just as she expected—a mixture of wet sage, wet horse, and that really unique smell that was, and always had been, Luke. God it was intoxicating.

Leaning forward she kissed him, a long sensuous kiss with both of them using their tongues to duel for space in each other's mouth while her hands explored his naked chest beneath the mostly open denim shirt. The thunder continued to crackle, and the rain could be heard pounding on the tin roof above them, but they didn't notice. 

The kiss was going to go on forever, or so he thought, until she pulled back and grabbed his hands, placing one on each of her breasts. His hands were rough from physical labor, but his touch was tender, and he knew just how to massage her breasts and pull on her nipples to arouse her. He massaged her breasts for a long time and then pinched each nipple, which brought a gasp of pleasure from her.

Then she stood, backing away from him. "Spread your legs," she commanded. "I want to be between them." 

He complied, and she dropped to her knees between his legs. Then she released his belt and the buttons on his Levis. Her hand snaked into his pants and massaged his cock through his jockey shorts. Luke pushed his hips towards her as she fondled his cotton-clad prick.

"Still! Be still!" she said.

He froze. He knew she was in charge.

"Now lift your hips off the chair," she commanded as she grabbed his Levis and his jockey shorts at the waist. As he quickly complied she pulled them both down to below his knees. His newly freed cock jumped straight out at her. It was fully erect.

"God, I never get tired of looking at his cock," she thought as she reached out and grabbed it with both hands. She stroked it for a moment and then backed away, telling him to pull his pants and jockey shorts all the way off. She sat before him with her knees pulled up and legs spread, her glistening sex fully exposed to him, as she stared at his fully erect prick. He finished pulling his shirt off so he was naked now, just like her.  

He was so fucking horny. All thoughts of his problems were gone. All he wanted was to get his prick into this beautiful woman sitting before him with her legs spread to show him her cunt. She had always loved to expose herself to him, and it had always reduced him to a basket case. He knew she was going to call the shots in this encounter, so he just sat, staring at the naked, aroused woman sitting before him, waiting for her command. Finally he said, "What do you want me to do."

"Shhhh," she responded softly, holding a finger to her lips. Outside the storm continued to howl.

She sat silently staring at his erection. She knew that he was powerless to move forward with her sitting before him with her legs spread. Finally, she said, "I'm going to suck your cock." There was no "please" or "mother may I." She was telling him that she was going to suck his cock.

He reached down with his hand to stroke his cock in response to her statement. 

"Don't you dare!" she said. "That cock is mine, not yours. I'll tell you when you can touch it."

He quickly pulled his hand away. His cock twitched on its own without being touched by anyone as she reached down and began to masturbate her sex. She kept it up for two or three minutes, just to torture him. She knew he loved to stroke his cock, while she played with her pussy, but not now.




Thursday Afternoon on the Ranch



He watched her finger herself, and ached to wrap a hand around the shaft of his cock joining in her masturbation. But these sessions were hers to control, and he knew he had to restrain himself. His prick continued to occasionally flex on its own, but that was nothing he could control.

Finally she stood, walked between his legs, and sunk to her knees. She reached out and grabbed his cock with one hand. He gasped, and she looked up at him as she maintained her grip on the shaft of his prick. She smiled at him as she massaged his cock without moving her hand, just changing the pressure of each finger. He was staring back at her, not looking at her hand on his cock, but firmly in contact with her eyes. 

They held that eye contact for nearly a minute while she continued to massage his cock. Then, remaining upright on her knees, she grasped his cock and rubbed it against her tits, making sure that she smeared the drops of precum on its head onto her swollen nipples. Finally she leaned forward and began to lick the head of his cock, savoring the taste of the recurring drops of precum on the tip. After several swipes of her tongue on the tip of his cock, she opened her mouth and sucked in the head, continuing to massage it with her tongue. 

"Oh fuck, this is good," he thought. "God can she can suck cock, but I hope she wants more than just to give me a blow job. I really want to fuck her!" All thoughts of mending fence were gone from his mind. 

Lisa sucked more of his cock into her mouth, as much as she could get without having to swallow it. The deep-throat technique had never appealed to her, and Luke seemed to be perfectly happy to get by without it. She began to bob her head up and down on his cock, sucking as she pulled back until only the tip was in her mouth, and then bobbing her head down to start the cycle again. She let a goodly amount of saliva escape from her mouth to lubricate the shaft of his prick, and she used one hand to stroke whatever part of the shaft wasn't in her mouth at any given time. The other hand was busy with her pussy. After a while she began to moan as she pulled her head back on his prick. She knew that the vibrations would drive Luke wild. 

Luke's thoughts were lost in the sensations coming from his wife's blowjob. He leaned back and groaned as he savored the sensations. Then he leaned forward and put a hand on each side of his wife's head and began to gently set the pace of her blowjob. At the same time he began to flex his hips, so he was essentially fucking her face.

Lisa thought she should perhaps object to Luke's initiative with the face fucking, but it made her so horny that she just couldn't bring herself to make him stop. 

They kept this up for several minutes until he warned her, "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum, Babe."

"Don't you dare!" she said, pulling back from his prick.

"Ohhhh!" he groaned in response.

She knew that she could play her little game of calling the shots for only so long before his body just lost control. So she gave his cock a couple of additional strokes with her mouth and hand and then stood up and backed away.

She stood naked in front of him looking at his cock. It was red and angry looking, standing straight up. She knew he was having to work to avoid the temptation to reach down and begin stroking it as he looked at his naked wife standing before him.

"Pull your knees together," she told him. "I want to sit on you."

He did as she requested, and she moved forward standing with a leg on each side of him and her hands on his shoulders. He reached up with both hands and began to massage her tits.

"Did I tell you to do that?" she said, continuing to play the game.

He started to pull his hands away, and she said, "No, wait. Keep it up. Oh . . .yes. That feels so good." She closed her eyes and pulled her lower lip between her teeth as she moaned in response to the sensations arising from Luke's hands on her tits.  

As he continued to massage her breasts with his rough hands, she slowly lowered herself into his lap, using a hand to insure that his prick was aligned with her pussy. At first she just used it to massage her pussy lips and lightly stroke her exposed clit. Then she positioned it just so, and sank down on to his prick. "Oh, god, this feels so fucking good!" she thought as his prick gradually filled her cunt. 

This was perhaps the moment in their lovemaking he loved the most, he thought as his cock slipped between the lips of her pussy and then slowly filled it. She felt so warm and wet. "Oh shit, this is good!" he thought.

When she had slid as far down on his prick as she could, she just held still. She put her arms around his neck and leaned against him, smashing her breasts against his face. He wrapped both arms around her back, pulling her even tighter to him. They both felt as close to one as two people could get. His face was buried in the cleavage between her tits.

"Yes," she thought, "There is the scent. No more wet horse, no more wet sage. Just the smell of Luke and the feel of his big cock stretching my cunt to its limits." 

Neither of them moved for a long time. They just sat there wrapped around each other, almost melded into one. Then she felt his prick twitch in her pussy. "What's he thinking?" she wondered. "He sure isn't thinking about fence mending or the legislature," she thought with a smile to herself.

She pushed back from him so she could see his face, still leaving her arms around his neck and his around her lower back. "What made your prick jump? What were you thinking about, you dirty boy?" she asked.

He smiled, "I was thinking about the first time I ate your pussy," he confessed. "It was on a Thursday afternoon in the stacks in the old library at college. You had pulled up your dress to show me that you weren't wearing any underwear, and I pushed you backwards into a chair, dropped to my knees between your legs, and ate you until you came. You had to hold your hand over your mouth to stifle your scream."

"I remember," she said, as she began to work the muscles in her pussy to massage his cock. "I remember that right after that we traded places and you sat in the chair with your pants down around your knees, and I climbed on you and sat on your cock, just like we are now."

"Mmmm, yes. I remember," he said as he began working his hips to drive his cock in and out of her pussy. 

"It was just like this," she said in a breathy tone, as she began to use her legs to lever herself up and down on his cock.

"Ohhh, fuck!" he said. "Yes, just like that!"

I remember that I sucked on your tits and made you cum three times before I lost it," he said.

"Ha! You were such a young stud then. I made you cum three times too that afternoon before we left the library."

Yeah. But how many times did you cum?" Luke asked.

"Oh fuck, I don't know. Lots and lots, but I can't remember." She was having trouble focusing on anything but the sensations in her crotch.

At this point all pretense of who was in control was gone. They were both making every effort to time their motions to synch as they fucked as hard as they could. They fucked like that for several minutes. This was a position that both of them got great satisfaction out of, but didn't rapidly push either of them over the edge into a climax. 

She leaned back and scooped her tits up in her hands, offering them to his mouth. He immediately leaned forward and began sucking on one of her nipples, while he pulled roughly on the other. This was something that would bring her off pretty quickly if he kept it up. She began to whimper.

Luke knew that she was getting close and he didn't want to end their sex just yet, so he pulled back and began to massage each of her tits while he continue to pump his cock into her pussy. When he sensed that Lisa had backed away from the edge a bit, he leaned forward and began sucking on her other tit until she began whimpering again.

Lisa pushed him back. "No! Don't make me cum that way." She continued to ride his cock, letting her tits bounce between them.

"How do you want it, Babe?" Luke asked.

"You know what I want. I want you to fuck me from behind!"

"Oh, you horny slut. You just love that don't you?"

"Yes. Yes! That's what I want. I want you to ram that hard cock into me from behind while I am on my knees with my face on the floor and my ass sticking up like a slut."

He was still pumping his rod into her cunt, and it felt so good to Lisa. She was moaning quietly.

"It sounds like you are pretty happy the way we are, you horny cunt," he said. He loved to talk like that when they were fucking, and she loved to hear it, even though she would have given him hell for using those words around her at any other time.

"Yeah, fuck this is good!" she responded with a low voice. "But I really want you to fuck me from behind. It's so nasty. I feel like such a slut with my head on the floor of the carpet in the parlor and my ass up in the air while you pound your cock into my cunt." She stood up letting his cock slide out of her and said, "Come on. Let's go to the parlor and finish this." 

Luke knew she was taking charge again, so he followed her into the next room, where she quickly dropped to her knees and put her head to the floor with her naked ass in the air pointing at Luke, who was still standing, quietly stroking his cock, slick from the juices of her cunt.

"Come on, cowboy," she said. "Get that cock back where it belongs." She wiggled her ass as she spoke.

Luke dropped to his knees and positioned himself behind her, one hand on each of her hips. Lisa reached back and guided his prick to the warm slippery opening to her cunt. "Now get that cock back in my cunt where it belongs!" she said harshly.

Luke slid his cock slowly into her pussy until he felt it hit the end of her cunt. Then he just held it there.

"Oh, that feels so good," she said. She reached back with one hand and began to lightly tease her clit. She knew that would make her cum soon, but she knew that once Luke really started fucking in this position, he wouldn't last long either. As she teased her clit, she began to grind her hips against Luke's groin trying to get him to start really fucking her. "Come on, Babe. Start pounding my cunt with that cock of yours. I want to cum."

Luke knew how this was going to work. He knew that, unlike the earlier position they had been fucking in, neither one of them would last long in this position, and he felt more than ready to cum. He grabbed both her hips, pulled his cock slowly back until it was almost fully out of her cunt and then slammed it back in as deep as it would go, almost knocking her over.

"Oh! Fuck!" she screamed.

Then Luke began pounding her rapidly, while Lisa began rubbing her clit faster and more firmly.

"Ohhhhh! I am so close!" she said, or tried to say, but the words were lost in her now nearly continuous moaning and crying.

"I want us to cum together," she said to him in a strained tone. "I'm close. Keep talking dirty to me. That'll push me over."

He knew it would, and he knew that when her pussy muscles clamped down on his cock with her climax, it would set him off too.

Just then the rain pounding on the tin roof turned to hail, increasing the noise from the storm immensely. 

"So you nasty little slut! Were you thinking about my big hard cock all week while I was gone?"

"Ummmmm. Ohhh fuck! Ohhhhh, don't stop, don't stop!" she said in a non-answer as she continued to rub her clit, and he continued to pound her cunt.

"Yeah, you horny slut, you like this, don't you? You really love having my big cock ramming your wet pussy, don't you?" He punctuated his question with a groan as he struggled to control himself.

"Ohh, ohhh, ohhhh, fuck, I'm cumming!" she screamed as her climax began to tear through her. 

When Luke felt her pussy muscles clamp down on his cock, he pushed hard so he was as far into her as he could get and then let go of all self-control. He could feel stream after stream of hot cum shoot into her spasming pussy. He was beyond thinking about how good it felt. It just was. There was nothing else in the universe at that moment beyond the sensation of release, the rush of cum through his cock, and the feeling of her pussy clamping down on him. He let loose a guttural groan that meant everything and nothing at the same time. 

When their climaxes eased away, as they always do, they collapsed sideways onto the floor, with his slowly shrinking cock still in her pussy. Neither of them said a word for a long time. She was just enveloped in his arms, smelling that peculiar, lovely smell that was Luke, and feeling his cock shrink and slowly withdraw from her pussy. Finally, she said softly, "Want some coffee?" but because her face was still pressed into the floor it was muffled to the point of being unintelligible.

He picked his head up and said, "What?"

She laughed as she raised her head. "I asked if you wanted some coffee, but my face was pressed into the floor, so it didn't come out so clearly."

He chuckled. "I would love some coffee."

"Good. It's already made. Grab a blanket and go out on the porch." She pulled herself off of him and stood, a little unsteadily.

"Okay, but ah . . . where did you throw my clothes when you were undressing me?"

"Don't worry about that. We'll find them later. We can sit naked on the porch. It's not like there is anyone else around."

"What if somebody comes to visit?" This was a little charade they went through every time they did this.

"Honey, you know that if anyone is coming to visit us we can see them coming five miles away from the swing on the front porch."

"Oh, yeah," he replied. "I guess we are kind of in the middle of nowhere."

"You got that right, cowboy. But you're the one who dragged me back here from Massachusetts." 

"You haven't seemed to anxious to leave," he said.

"Ummmm," she answered in a non-response through smiling lips.

Having finished their little post-coital ritual, Luke turned, naked, to walk to the porch. "Hey, cowboy," Lisa called out as he reached the door. "Do you realize that you still have your socks on?"

Luke looked down at his feet. "Yep, seems I do."

"You look like you're in an old time porn movie," she said.

He turned and kept on walking, saying over his shoulder, "You were in charge of taking my clothes off. I thought that was what you wanted. Maybe some kind of kinky turn-on for you."

She threw a cloth potholder at him as he walked away and then turned to fix the coffees. It bounced off his shoulder, and he ignored it.

When she stepped out the front door with two steaming mugs of coffee, the storm had passed. The sun was shining on the far ridge, and the rain and hail had stopped. The smell of wet sage was overpowering. A lovely smell she thought, once you learn to love it. She took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of wet sage.

Then she noticed that Luke was still wearing his socks. "You dweeb!" she said. "You're still wearing your socks."

"Oh, yeah, I guess I am. Well, my toes were cold out here."

She opened up the blanket and slid in next to him as she handed him a cup of coffee. They sipped the coffee in silence as they watched the sunshine creep down the hills, following the retreating storm.

After awhile, he said, "Say, what's that white stuff out there. See, it looks kind of like snow."

"Snow?" she responded. "It was 85 today. No way it snowed."

"Hail maybe?"

"Maybe, but I didn't hear it, and you know what a racket hail makes on this old tin roof."

"Hmmmm," he said. "I didn't hear it either, but it sure as hell is there, all over the front yard.

She smiled and snuggled closer to him. "Maybe we were distracted?" she said.

He laughed. "Now that's good sex when you don't hear a hail storm on a tin roof right over your head."

"Mmmm, yes," she agreed with a dreamy tone to her voice.

They sat naked and curled up together under the blanket in silence for a long time, just enjoying the view, the smell of the wet sage, and the warmth of each other's bodies. Finally, her mind started to turn.

"Luke, who is it you have to see in Ontario tomorrow?

"What?" He said, his mind miles away from the problems that been so big half an hour ago. "Oh," he said, "It's just Echiverria and Zabala and a couple more of those Basque boys that live up Willow Creek beyond Vale."

"Well," she said. "You know you have to drive right past the turn off to Vale to get to Ontario, and as I recall those boys owe you a couple of favors. Why don't you call them and see if they will meet you half way in Jordan Valley. It will save you about three hours of driving time, and it doesn't add that much for them."

"You know," he said, "that's a damn good idea." He started to rise up from the swing saying, "I'll go call them right now."

"Not so fast, cowboy," she said as she pulled him back down into the swing. "We aren't done with our coffee yet, and who knows what other problems I might be able to solve for you."

"Okay," he said as he settled back into the swing and wrapped an arm around her naked shoulders. "I didn't know I had any other problems."

"Well," she said, "Maybe we can find some new ones to work on." And as she spoke, she began to fondle his prick.

"Ummmm. You're right. I reckon I can call those boys later this evening." 



Thursday, at Eight



They are old friends, but they haven't met up for a couple of years. She is petite and lithe, her taught little body belying her love of dance. 

Her auburn hair is just short of her shoulders and she has brown eyes. Her nose is a little too sharp and when she speaks, her voice is slightly shrill. It registers with him and he remembers without guilt how annoying he used to find it.

Her body is perfect though - her olive green silk bra cupping her pert, proud breasts. Beneath the scooped neckline, her soft cotton top laces up, and her underwear is visible between the laces.

The low red light in the city centre bar where they meet falls across her smooth skin, and accentuates the shadows between her breasts. Her waist is tiny, but her arse is sweet and round, her frayed jeans tight.

He is much taller, well built and rough round the edges, even in the well fitted suit. They are both professionals, in fields different enough that their low opinion of the other's jobs affects their view of each other and adds to the undercurrent of tension beneath their friendly conversation.

She reveals that she is still unattached. He lets his eyes run heavily over her body, and knows he is not the only man to have done so, even in the short time since they sat down with their drinks. He is amazed, and tells her so.

She feels a warmth between her legs and the beginning of a blush in her cheeks. She brushes the compliment away, but her fingers stroking her hair and her eyes, seeking out his, let him know she enjoyed receiving it. She remembers an evening years ago not long after they first met.

She'd come in from her dance class, still in her leggings and shiny black leotard. They'd watched TV together as she let the perspiration from her class cool on her skin. Her legs rested on his, close enough for her to provoke his arousal and let the sexual tension between the two of them build.

She could feel his eyes all over her body. A few quick moves from him could have her naked and beneath him, her hips thrusting up unashamedly to take him inside her. She had certainly thought about it, and was nearly sure he'd been thinking the same too.  

She savoured the feeling, shifting her position slightly so he could feel the firm curve of her arse press against the side of his thigh.

He takes a gulp of his beer. His manner is warm on the outside but on the inside, he is almost maddened by her awkwardness about relationships. What is about her? Does she like being pursued but not caught? Or is something stopping her from letting go?

He also remembers the night when they flirted in her room. He remembers her showing off her lean body for him, stretching in front of him to loosen her muscles after her dance class. He remembers the jolt in his dick, so hard it was almost painful, as she stretched her legs across his lap. 

He could see her nipples clearly, pushing up against the Lycra of her leotard, and he lost himself in the fantasy of sucking each hard in turn, feeling them swell in his mouth. He has long ago decided that he won't have her, but why hasn't she gone with someone else? 

He feels his cock starting to throb as he thinks, for the first time in years, about what it would feel like to fuck her.

She is demure and keeps strict control of herself in front of him. Yes, she is still attracted to him but the feeling is seedy to her in a way she can't explain. 

She has sex in tastefully decorated bedrooms, with the lights off. But she imagines him pinning her desperate body across the bonnet of a car in a darkened side street or pushing her against a wall, his cock skewering her from behind.

Looking at herself in the mirror of the Ladies toilets, she can't stop her hand lifting aside her green silk panties and probing the hot, wet flesh beyond, toying with the image of the two of them wrapped around each other, him deep inside her. 

She stamps on the thought hard. Even the difference in their size is a problem for her. Might he not just be too big for her? No, she has enjoyed herself tonight, and she is looking forward to seeing him again. She will put that to him when she returns to the table.

But on the way across the bar, seeking him out amongst the other customers, she realises she isn't ready for the night to end yet. They both have to be in work tomorrow, but her apartment building is just a hundred yards up the street from the bar.

She makes the invitation, suddenly afraid he'll say no, but he accepts immediately, and the warm wetness between her legs starts to grow again, beyond her control. 

She notices how well his suit fits him, and lets him help her on with her coat, pushing her slim shoulders back and feeling his breath on her skin, as he gently pulls the coat together over her breasts.

The ride up to the eighth floor in the lift lasts a few seconds, but feels like hours. She stands, back to one wall, her hands splayed against the cool metal panel, her breasts rising and falling beneath her clothes with each one of her short breaths. 

He is close to her - the lift is so small that he must be - and when he adjusts his stance a little, she gasps, so strongly does she need him to touch her. But he does not, and they walk down the hall to her apartment.

She turns on soft lights, leaving the spectacular view of the street lit city out of her balcony door uninterrupted. He asks her, in his polite but direct way, if he can use her bathroom. While he is out, she pours drinks for them both, and an extra measure of neat Bombay Sapphire for her. 

The warm liquid tingles in her throat, and the feeling spreads through her body and along her limbs. She toys with exactly how much contact she will allow. Should she let him kiss her on the cheek when he leaves? Her lips? What about if he were to hold her too? She shivers at the thought. She sits in one of the tall metal chairs beside her dining table, wondering whether, after he's left, she might try her new vibrator for the first time.

She starts when he enters the room, spilling her drink on her jeans. He apologises and steps toward her to help. Her eyes meet his and unconsciously, she pushes her hips forward just an inch and sighs .

His fingertips stroke her bare upper arm, and all she can think of is her gaping wet cunt beneath the silk ribbon of her panties, needing to be filled by him. Her eyes flutter shut at his touch, and she pushes her chest upwards towards him, her shoulders back against the cold metal of the dining chair. He kisses her once, unbearably softly, barely brushing her lips. She can feels her pink nipples swelling under her bra, aroused by the slightly rough silk. She opens her eyes.

"Trust me." he says. She nods. She has thought about this for years, she realises.

She feels his fingers circle her wrists, holding her arms around the chair - and then she moans as he pulls her wrists together, behind the chair. He ties her gently, but firmly so that her shoulders are pulled back against the cold metal frame. 

She pushed hard with her strong legs, arching her back and lifting her backside off the chair. Her top rides up over her flat belly, showing her flawless creamy skin. He yanks her belt undone and drags her trousers down, revealing her lean thighs. 

He is telling her all of the lewd things that he is going to do to her, how hard he is going to fuck her and how many times she is going to come. She moans helplessly, physically needing everything he says.

He disappears behind her, leaving her tied to the chair and wondering what to expect. When he returns, he is holding her new vibrator, nine inches of flesh coloured rubber. He turns it on and it begins to pulse as though alive.

He smears lube all over her smooth inner thigh, rolling the vibrator in it so that its buzz passes through her and shakes her core with need. She shouts no, and writhes against the scarf that he has used to tie her wrists, but her pussy is on fire and coated with her sticky juices. She knows that he can see the wet soaking her green silk panties and the seat cushion.

He is telling her that she she needs her tight little pussy fucking with the dildo to get her ready for him. She closes her eyes, rubbing her body wantonly up and down in the chair as she feels his fingers lift aside her panties. 

The massive, pulsing vibrator touches her flesh, parting her lips and then slowly, inexorably, he slides it inside her. Instinctively she jacks her body up, away from it, but she can't lift herself completely clear, and the vibrator bumps against her clit before slipping inside her again.

He watches, unable to look anywhere else, at the grotesque sight of her pussy lips taking the vibrator inside her. She moans as each millimetre slips inside her, her breasts rising and falling quickly.

The sex toy feels huge to her, filling her completely. She jerks upwards again, not knowing whether she wants to escape or feel the vibrator slide into her again. She feels a tremor in the walls of her pussy, and disbelievingly shakes her head.

With her toned, dancer's body, she has the strength and poise she needs to fuck herself silly on the slick, greasy dildo. Out of control, her hips thrust forwards again, before her pussy swallows the dildo almost to its base. She cries out, a long, shuddering gasp. She opens her eyes, watching him.

His dick is hard, and he moves his hand from the dildo to his own belt buckle. A sharp tug, and it is undone. He lifts his dark swollen cock from his boxers and, closing his hand around it, starts to bring himself off at the sight and sounds of the beautiful young woman in front of him.

He brings himself closer to her, so he can see the tiny beads of perspiration starting to form on her perfect skin. Sharply, he lifts her cotton top up over her head, so he can see her slim shoulders writhe against the back of the chair, and the olive green silk straps of her bra, bracing her jutting breasts.

His cock is close to her now and the next time she lifts her body over the dildo, the bare flesh between her tits rises just enough to feel the touch of his hot cock. Bracing himself against the back of the chair, he matches his movements to hers, letting his dick rub up against the valley between her tits. The warmth of her skin and the rough contact of her bra against him make his cock throb with a life of its own, the ache and the pressure in his balls growing and growing.

She is appalled by the sight of his cock and her face shows it. But she needs the dildo inside her now, and nothing can stop the rhythm in her hips, driving herself down on the buzzing rubber. She has never made a sound during sex before, but now she moans and gasps with each aching penetration of her burning hot cunt. 

She feels a shudder deep inside her - and then she comes, each moaned cry matching the thrust of her hips as she screws herself down on the vibrator, her hot wet lips engulfing the shaft until the muscles in her thighs and bum feel exhausted and weak.

His own self control goes completely at the sight of her writhing and twisting beneath him and, his arms tensed against the back of the chair, he lets go, watching his swollen cock pump hard, lacing her lithe body with gouts of semen from shoulder to belly.

She moans and coos, riding out the last waves of her orgasm. She would be happy to stop there, and a flash of annoyance registers on her face as he pulls the vibrator out of her and drops it on the floor. She feels his hands slip around her legs behind her knees, and then run smoothly over her firm skin to her tight backside. Her skin is covered with a light sheen of sweat and she feels his eyes run over her, from her lean thighs, to her flat belly, to her pert breasts, her nipples pink and swollen inside her bra.

His hands cup her buttocks beneath her expensive silk knickers and squeeze, lifting her hips off the chair so that he can slide his own legs beneath her. Her breaths shorten, as he watches him bring his hard cock closer to her, her clit tingling in anticipation.

She catches his lips with hers, pressing her open mouth against him and sliding her tongue in, seeking out his, asking him for more. She feels him squeeze her arse harder, lifting her body higher. His hands run though her hair, slipping down to her shoulder, where he pushes the silk strap of her bra, with its pretty pink embroidered flowers, up and over her shoulder.

She watches, as the silk cup stretches, before being dragged downwards. She feels the delicious tension in the strap, pulling her arm against her flank.

The material of her bra snags on her sensitive, erect nipple and she catches her breath. He pushes at her the strap a little more and her nipple slips out, pink and tingling.

He cups her breast, lowering his lips to her smooth skin, and she gives a shuddering gasp as he sucks hard on her. Out of sight, she feels him push his hips hard towards her, his hot dick bumping against her smooth thighs. Unconsciously, she lifts her arse, pushing down with her thighs to bring him closer. She feels the hot, sticky wetness begin to grow again in her cunt. His hand is inside her knickers, kneading her smooth arse. Without meaning to, she jerks her thighs open.

He can feel the heat washing from her, and he is torn between wanting to kiss and caress her, feeling their tongues tumbling over each other, and the need to have her engulf his cock with her lithe body. Her nipple brushes against his chest and she gives the tiniest sigh at the contact.

This pushes him closer to the edge. He pulls himself in harder against her, the walls of her thighs guiding him towards her waiting pussy. The tip of his cock bounces against her warm, tense belly, then against the soft red hair at its base, then against her pert clit. She sighs again, twisting her hips against him.

The swollen head of his cock is caught by her slick, wet walls. She groans and pushes herself against him, her head thrown back and her tits pushed skywards. Too soon for her, he pulls back, leaving a terrible void inside her that she needs filled. Her hips writhe against him as she seeks out his dick, rubbing her engorged clit along the underside of his dick until it slips inside her again. She gasps.

This time, he wants to let her feel his full length, how much he wants her, He feels the tight circle of her pussy gripping his cock beneath the head, her wet yielding walls deeper in. Using both his arms, he pulls strongly against the back of the chair, enjoying the sucking noise as she draws him in, and the sight of her slim body bucking upwards before him. He stops just long enough to let her think she has all of him inside her, then smoothly slides the last two inches of his dick into her, until his balls are against her skin.

She yells, her shoulders working up the back of her chair and her eyes locked on his. They start to move their bodies together, her pussy squeezing him tight, the friction pushing them both towards an unimaginable climax. She crosses her legs behind his body, jerking herself further on to him with each of his thrusts, Finally her clit rubs once, twice, three times against the rough top of his dick and her whole body shudders with the release of her orgasm. Simultaneously, his aching cock spouts hot clots of semen into her, pumping her so full the liquid oozes out of her around his cock.

He slips out of her and unties the scarf from her wrists. She looks up at him. She has no words to tell him what she actually wants, so she says:

"Would you like to come and look at my bedroom?"

He nods and smiles, letting her get up. She walks through to the bedroom and he follows, watching her tight bum shimmy in her knickers as she walks. In the room, she looks over her slim shoulder to make sure he's watching, and then climbs up on to the bed.

She is kneeling up, facing away from him. She runs her hands over her own slender body from her knees up to her breasts, then suddenly bends over, her backside high, her head down and her arms stretched out in front of her.

"Well, what do you think?" she asks.



Thursday at the Spa



It was always obvious it would be highly self-indulgent and special as we had booked two hotels in one day - but oh my God, was it ever!!!!! From the moment you picked me up at the station, looking so lovely I might add, I knew it would be a breathtaking day.

Firstly though, we had a decision to make - where to have breakfast - or more accurately, where was I first going to abuse and invade your beautiful body - which pub to visit - or so we thought!

We didn't park in the usual car park but one that's a little more tucked away......as we park up you turn to me and I launch at you. As always on the drive there I have been caressing your arm and your cheek, squeezing your nipple and even your neck - you try to ignore it but I know you can't. I kiss you and immediately zero in on your pussy.

I push you back in your seat and lift your dress up exposing your bare pussy and the full swell of your lovely belly. You gasp as I expose you and reach for the lube - I squeeze some onto my fingers and start to massage it into your pussy, cool and wet. I push it into you and feel again that soft plump wet flesh at my fingers - I just use the first few inches of my fingers in the outer part of your pussy, circling, massaging, applying inward pressure. You lean back and spread your thighs wide - I squeeze more lube onto my hand, cover my hand and wrist in it and push four fingers of my left hand into you, my thumb circling your clit in small deliberate movements. My eyes never leave yours, and as you feel your pussy ease gently open you know I am about to enter you fully.

It feels like I hurtle into you, my thumb inside my palm as I plunge headlong into your pussy - as my finger tips reach your cervix I curl them into my palm and I start that intoxicating dance. Your gasp as I first enter you never fails to leave me totally humbled at the profound nature of what I am doing to you.

I move in and out of your luscious pussy in deep, slow movements, each small one causing new intense sensations in your open yielding body. I pull more out with each stroke so you get more movement between your lips, sometimes I pull out completely - only to plunge back in hard and deep afresh.

As I feel you getting close I increase the speed and the intensity of my fist fucking and then you explode into orgasm around my fist, screaming loudly - I only stop after your orgasm has been going a good twenty seconds - you tell me to stop and I stop moving - but leave my hand inside you. I reach to kiss your mouth, my hand still in you - as wonderful as it always is.

I kiss you deeply but tenderly as you come round and gently caress your tummy and the outside of your luscious pussy. You re-arrange your clothes and we get out and walk to the Wetherspoons on Rochester High Street. We order and sit down and I immediately lift your dress up at the back so I have a large handful of very plump bottom in my right hand and a handful of plump belly in my left. I totally love love love holding you like this - you look respectable from even very close up but I have you essentially naked in my hands - indescribably sensual.

We eat breakfast and as we do so a bloke comes in and sits the other side of the restaurant and has his breakfast - that puts paid to another fisting but you unzip me and start to play with my cock. As we are about to go you tell me to slide out, my back to this guy, with my cock still out - I do and you start to suck me off as I stand blocking everyone's view with my back. It feels like it's getting busier so I zip up but my cock is wet and has been very hungrily sucked, if just for a short time, and we walk back to the car to drive to the first hotel.

The drive there is quite quick, and we are there before 10am - we check into the Rhododendron room and before we start I give you your birthday which you put on - you look so amazingly sexy in the black and ivory corset and knickers - voluptuous and so so womanly. The corset stays on but I remove the knickers quickly and start on you. Actually you start on me as I very lazily sit back naked in the very comfortable armchair and you start to suck my cock.

As always you do it so so beautifully - sometimes using your hand, sometimes hands-free, your tongue swirling and lashing over the head, your lips rasping up the shaft deliciously, taking me deep into the back of your throat other times, basically feasting on me very hungrily.

We have very specific plans for your beautiful fat arse in the jacuzzi later on so I decide to start upon it immediately!!!!! I start by spreading your bottom wide open, propping it up on some pillows so I can open your cheeks fully, and I start to kiss, lick, and tongue-fuck your beautiful arsehole. I take lube onto my fingers and massage some around your arsehole, not penetrating you at all at first, just applying gentle pressure, my tongue licking, lapping, teasing you there. I make my tongue a little harder and start to push the tip into you a little - at the same time I use one hand to start to play with your clitoris, which is shiny and wet from the deep fisting in the car park at Rochester. I push my tongue in a little further - you gasp as I am now tonguing your arsehole about an inch in - I make my tongue as rigid as I can and push in and out of your arse with it as deeply as I can - all the while fingering your clitoris with one hand and caressing your belly with the other.

I pause tonguing your luscious arsehole a moment and push one finger in slowly and gently but without pausing - you gasp as I push my finger all the way in - I circle gently, slowly and slowly pull out - I kneel on the edge of the bed, rub lube on the head and shaft of my cock, and guide the head of my cock till it is nudging against your hole - a slight push and the head is in. I pause, checking you're OK, moving the bulbous head of my by-now very very hard cock in and out slightly, feeling the grip of your arse on me. I ask if you are ready and as you say yes I push in till the whole length of my rock hard cock is deep in your arse. We both gasp at how good this feels - I take hold of your hips and start to fuck your fleshy, wide, glorious arse.

I build up a rhythm and am soon really pounding into you - I have hold of your fleshy wide bottom, my cock deep and hard inside you, and I fuck you as hard as I can. You are moaning as it is so so good - I pull most of the way out with every thrust so I am really pounding you hard.

I don't cum inside you though as I need to feast on your pussy so badly, use some of our toys on you, but most powerfully want to fist you again. After a great deal of inserting one then two large vibes inside your pussy at the same time, and the butt plug in your arse I remove all of them, put some lube on my hand and spread you wide open. I push three fingers, then four into your juicy, fleshy yielding pussy - after all the arousal from earlier you are already very receptive to my fist. I push all four fingers all the way in, almost in a line, straight up so my thumb curls around your clitoris and I feel my hand stretch your cunt. 

My eyes never leave yours and as I curl my thumb inside my palm our eyes seem to almost touch and I push in fully. That amazing, profound, telescoping feeling of acceleration and possession takes hold of me and I start to fist you again. I am lying prone between your thighs, my hand buried in your pussy up to my wrist, my other hand under your glorious wide bottom and I start to lick your clitoris, It's not a gentle slow licking but a wild, starving-man's lashing at your clit. I am so so inflamed I want to make you cum as quickly as possible. Your breathing soon quickens and as I feel you get nearer I also feel you sort of inch away from my hand as I know sometimes it is so massive you almost do that, like when my attention to your neck gets too intense. So I feel you slightly pull away and my hand underneath your fat bottom takes a tight hold of your flesh and as you ascend that massive wave so quickly I pull you onto my fist and tongue even tighter with that hand under your bottom and you cum in a massive, very vocal orgasm. I stop licking you as you struggle to disengage my tongue but I leave my hand inside you and quieten it till it's still. Your breathing is heavy, deep, gasping and as I lay with my land inside you I rest my head on your inner left thigh and close my eyes. Complete, utter happiness holds me in its hand as I hold you in mine.

When your breathing returns I gently withdraw my hand and lay on top of you, my arms around you, yours around me and we kiss deeply. Such calm after such a storm.

We decide to go down to have some lunch and then go straight to the spa. So, dressed in swimming costumes and bathrobes we go down for something to eat.

After the light but very pleasant lunch we go down to the spa - the decor is amazing, all white columns and small blue circular pool - at its side behind some more columns the jacuzzi.

There are people in the jacuzzi so we go in the small pool first. Soon enough though the jacuzzi is vacated and so we leave the pool and in almost indecent haste take possession of the jacuzzi - and once there I take possession of you. The water is warm and bubbly and as it is set alongside but back from the pool, when in it we have a view of everyone else but no one can see exactly what we are doing. There are only a couple of people in the pool and they take no real notice of us kissing - you have prepared your costume specially and as you face me in the water I put my hand on your pussy - I tease your pussy lips out of the slit you created in the swimsuit gusset - I tug them out and caress them - feels very rude doing that - rude and extremely possessive - you feel all warm and I slip a finger between your lips and start to finger you. I kiss you and finger you more deeply - I look at you and wordlessly I turn you round so I am behind you.

I ease the gusset of your specially adapted swimsuit apart and start to finger your arse - you push back onto my finger so deliciously rudely and I hold you round the belly with my free hand, the other fingering your beautiful fat bottom. There is some lube there from before but not enough so I nip back to the room for the bottle - and the camera! I return and get in the water handing you the lube, and you nip to the loo to apply..... when you return I take a few photos then get back into the jacuzzi and resume my fingering - there are a couple of people in the main pool but they soon leave. When they're gone I carefully withdraw my finger and taking my stance behind you in the water find the entrance to your sweet arse with the head of my cock. I start to push in gently but firmly.

There is not quite enough lube for full deep penetration but I manage to get halfway into your arse and start to pump you slowly - arse-fucking you in a public place - the excitement and feeling of doing something very naughty is very strong indeed. A couple seem to be hovering to use the jacuzzi so we decide to check out the main pool upstairs. It is a much larger pool and we actually swim a couple of lengths - I do mine underwater but I had warned you of my fish-like tendencies....

We are the only people at the far end and start to kiss - we are being watched surreptitiously by a couple of elderly women at the shallow end - you can't see as you are facing away from them. I tug your pussy lips out the gusset again and start to finger your clit - I ease my fingers in between your lips but it's your arse I want so I reach around your bottom and ease a finger into your arsehole a good couple of inches. In retrospect I think the curious ladies at the far end saw exactly what I was doing. But true to brazen form I took no notice whatsoever.

We decide to go back to the room though as we only have an hour or so left of our "day-let"... we get back and I tell you to lie down on the bed - I tie you to it, hands and feet spread very wide open. I tie you tightly, pulling the restraints till your thighs open wider and your arms pull further - I am going to devour you, I say.

I start to kiss your mouth - but it's me in full tantalising-torturer mode so I soon move to your neck - I utterly adore kissing and ravaging your neck because of its massive effect on you. I pull your head to one side by pulling your hair over away from my assault - you don't last long as I am particularly assiduous in my attentions. You gasp and wrench yourself free and I let you breathe - I move to your right hand and kiss each finger in turn, nibbling, licking, biting the fleshy pad of your thumb - moving to the inside of your elbow I nibble lightly, making you writhe. As I approach your neck again you tense slightly but I just breathe my hot breath on your ear - my lips trace down to your breast and I take your nipple deep into my mouth and suck - long, deep, pulling sucks that make you moan.

I lick and kiss down over that glorious full belly of yours I love so so much - I pass your pussy without touching it - that will come later I whisper. I work down to your toes and bite the pads lightly making you jump, and return back up your body following the same path on the other side.

The next thing you know is the buzzing of our large purple vibe - I push that into you fully in one swift penetration making you gasp out loud! I fuck you with it for a few minutes working it in and out of you fully - then you hear a different note and I insert the other large one, the green one, into you at the same time - you are very full and are now moaning loudly. I've not finished though and push the butt plug into your arse - you gasp as I abuse and violate you with these three buzzing invaders. I push all three in and out in a rhythm till I decide I want to fist you again. I withdraw all three gently from your most beautiful body and pour lube onto my hand - you were only vaguely aware what I was about to do but as all my four fingers push into you you gasp as you know what is about to happen.

My hand is very slick with lube, your pussy is ready and so I push into you fully and swiftly - you gasp very loudly as I fist you urgently, deeply, lovingly but very hard - as I bend my head to your clitoris I know you won't last long and I lick at you and lap at you and take your cunt lips whole into my mouth and suck on them. Your orgasm comes like an express train and I am merciless, licking hard the whole time, fisting you ceaselessly as your climax pulses through you in a massive wave - you are very very loud and you break free of the restraints again. It takes you a good ten minutes to get over the massive climax - I have rolled you over onto your knees in about three minutes however and taking hold of your hips hurl myself headlong into your sweet sweet pussy. I pound you so so hard and am cumming really quickly - I fill your pussy full of my seed.



Thursday at the Tattoo Parlor



"Hold it open for the man."

She tried to do as he said. She held her lower lip open and exposed.

"Good, that's better." He turned to the man sitting in front of the woman and handed him a piece of paper. "This is what I want." A crooked smile flashed across the tattooist's face and he chuckled.

"Sure mister. But you know that inner lip tattoos don't always fade after a year or two. Most do, but this one's gonna be part of her from now on. This is serious shit."

"That's exactly what we want. Can you do it, just like that?" the man in the suit asked.

"Oh yeah, but it's going hurt like hell. This is a sensitive spot." The tattooist -- he liked to think of himself as an artist -- glanced back and forth from the slip of paper to the inside of the lower lip the woman was still holding open for him. She hadn't said anything since they'd been escorted into this back room of the tattoo parlor in a seedy part of the city.

"I know. And don't worry about anything hurting like hell. She kind of likes it that way." The smile returned to the face at this information. He taped the slip of paper to a lamp that hung over the woman's head and began readying the equipment.

The man in the suit leaned over to the woman and spoke quietly to her. "This is for us, you know. We want you marked. We want to know that whenever someone looks in that secret place, they'll know all about what you are. Of course it's going to hurt -- he said it would. But you'll take it. You always do."

She looked over at him. She knew she looked scared, but she also know that her being scared was exactly what he wanted. Him and his friend. She was about to say something when he put his finger to his mouth. "Shhh. We've been over this before. It's going to happen, and there's no need to wait any longer." So she said nothing, just sat there exposing her inner lip.

The tattoo artist was ready to start, and explained how things would go. She listened, nodded, and held her lip open as the buzzing of the machine began. 

He was right. It did hurt like hell. Tears formed in her eyes and the beginnings of a whimper came from her throat. After a few minutes, the artist pulled back and said, "I think she's about to let go of the lips. Her hands are shaking and this isn't going to be as good as it should be if we don't hold this steady."

"What do you suggest?"

"Here, I don't use this very often, but once in a while it comes in handy for the lip piercings that nervous people sometimes want." He stepped over to the side and took out a metal contraption that was designed to go around the head of a person and fit in place. There were clips attached to it that were designed to hold parts of the face still as the piercing or tattooing took place. "This should keep her lip steady while I do this." It took a while to get the odd device in place and to attach several clips to her lips, and a few more minutes to tighten things up so that her lip was held open without her hands. 

The man in the suit took the opportunity to say, "Well, let's make sure she doesn't fall to temptation." He grabbed some lengths of rope piled on the counter to the side and quickly secured her wrists to the arms of the chair she was sitting in. "We wouldn't want any sudden movements, would we?"

The tattoo artist chuckled and nodded. Sensing that they might be of the same mind, the man in the suit smiled and whispered something into the ear of the artist, who flashed a big smile and said, "Hey, you'll get no complaints out of me." 

The still silent woman, her head immobile, felt hands reaching down and unbuttoning her blouse. As she usually was when she went with the man in the suit, she was wearing nothing underneath. She could only feel as the blouse was opened and her breasts exposed. "That will make things go much better for us all, I think. I could do more, if you wish. She particularly hates her nipples being clipped."

The artist thought about it, and told the man that he was worried about the wiggling she would do if the clips were put in place. "Would be nice to watch, but I want this job done right." He returned to his work with her mouth secured tightly. The woman was by necessity keeping still, despite the anxiety of being tattooed on the inner lip with some mark the men hadn't shown to her.

The job went quickly after that, and the tattooist was soon cleaning up and giving the man a set of instructions for aftercare. There was particular emphasis on what needed to be done to make sure the mark didn't fade too quickly. "Because I know you want her to carry this for a long time." Not disturbing the mouth for a few hours was important.

The man in the suit shook his head. "Well, I guess that precludes the usual favor she gives when I tell her to. You sure she can't show her appreciation with her mouth?"

"No, man. That's a great design in there, and I'd love to take you up on that but really, you gotta let that set up for a few hours. A few days would be better. Thanks anyway."

"I understand. Great art and all that. But I would think that great art deserves some reward. Can you lock that door?" He turned to the woman, who was now free of the head cage and motioned her over. "Show the man how much you appreciate what he's done for us, and remember not to use your mouth."

She set to work. She'd been shared before and knew that if she wasn't going to give a blow job, she was going to be sodomized. Her handlers weren't interested in a simple fuck, they wanted her used. So she was again used, this time by the heavily tattooed artist fucking her ass as she was bent over the chair she'd just been tied to. He was big, clumsy, and fast. She sometimes thought her handlers especially liked it when the recipients of her favors were piggish in taking her. 

But it was soon over and the tattoo artist was thanking the man in the suit for a "hell of a way to start the fucking day." They exchanged their masculine goodbyes while she dressed and prepared to leave. As they unlocked the door and walked away, the artist said to the man, "Now I know what the mark means. Fucking cool. Have fun with it."

"Oh, don't worry, we will. But I think I'll wait until tomorrow to let her near a mirror."