3 comments/ 25389 views/ 1 favorites Grass By: sprungspring Grass. He had loved grass. Fields sprouted and spread through his dreams like fire on a lake of gasoline- when he fell asleep on the damp earth, his gray mind fuzzed over with deep green. He ran, not mechanically, nor fearfully, nor arduously, but ran like a man freed from prison, or a man waking out of a coma and coming home -- ran like joy shooting across synapses, ran to make himself part of the freedom of this unreal world. He was breathing, not just to take in oxygen, but to assimilate the scents- wild scents like old wood and green things growing. The air was always that of late summer, at dusk, just warm, igniting the light dust rising from the woven ground into gold. And in the middle of the dream field, in the depths of these infinite grasses, was the girl. Always. She lay on a quilt spread over a little patch of grass clipped short like moss, unapologetically nude- bare, like everything else, to the warm deepening late-afternoon blue of the sky. She would be one shade of skin, a natural Greek tan; no cloth had ever shaded her, but the sun wouldn't scorch her. Her long body curved in at the waist and out at the hips defiantly, dramatically, as if God meant to convey through her the essence and strength of femininity itself. She would lie back, propped up on her elbows, one knee arched, watching him run towards her from the horizon, calm, patient, smiling. His memory served him this scene during every deep sleep he managed to settle into, but the real world did not. In the real world, he twitched on the cold dirt. He was close enough to death that it didn't matter. He had given up, and so his subconscious ignored the dark and frigid; it ignored the wet and the cuts and bruises and led him to this bright dying place, half memory and half fantasy. So he was there, slowing his sprint towards her, stopping, panting as he dropped to his knees on the soft stunted grass in front of her. They shared a smile as she shifted herself forward, crawled towards him, and sat up on her knees a foot away, close enough for him to smell the air she exhaled into the breeze. Her eyes were a few inches below his - eyes that did not move from his face, the stare so complete that it was like she was holding him, physically, with trust, gratitude, love, and desire. The sound of old metal creaking and banging echoed across the dream field. He opened his eyes and saw a slit of light flash into a blinding rectangle where the cell door had been slammed open. The silhouette of a guard threw a pouch of water to his feet. Then the door closed and the room was black again. He crawled towards where it had fallen, pulling himself with his hands, dragging his legs, eyes glazed over with pain. When he had emptied the pouch, he put his head down on it and passed out. The sun became a little lower, in the seamless, instantaneous way time passes in dreams. Her skin tightened into ripples of goosebumps. She turned her face away from him, breaking their gaze for the first time in hours, or seconds, he could not remember. Her nipples hardened as the wind combed lazily through the taller grasses around them, ebbing around her naked figure. She sat back on her haunches. He moved on his knees toward her, onto the quilt- a thick blue comforter that changed its hue to match the sky as the sun melted into horizon. It was soft and, somehow, springy and supportive. When she turned back to him, her face was a quarter's length away. He found that he was naked now, too- a gust of wind rushed through the invisible hair on his bare back and between his legs. He could feel her heat near his stomach, his chest. Their noses brushed. Light shone and disappeared between their kneeling figures. The ends of her small, stiff nipples made contact, just, with the skin of his taut stomach, a touch he could barely distinguish from the air. He didn't move but to breathe. And to look- down, from her face, across the round and perfect breasts, to her legs, parted in a tight v, a gradient of gold from the sun reaching through her thighs from behind. In the impossible physics of the dream, the shadow her small swollen labia cast lay directly on his penis. He felt the shadow almost had weight to it, and softness. He grew hard, his heart-beat evident, his penis thumping in the open air. When his eyes met hers again, she grinned. She was instantly part of the wildness of the place, like the pollen and the dragonflies, joined at the tail, that jumped across the stalks of grass behind her -- the green earth hummed around them as her small lips turned into that provocative grin. Holding the stare as long as she could, she fell gently onto her back, her muscles relaxing, the black in her eyes reflecting the pink and blue streaks in the sky. He followed her to the ground, dropped to his hands and knees over her. Her hands went up to grip his hair and his back, to pull him down onto her, into her, almost. As their lips met and parted, he dreamed she tasted like the sweet air smelled, and felt like the softness of the blanket, wet like the startling slickness of her pussy, his cock playing against her lips, toying, slipping across her clitoris. She clenched a fistful of his hair and sucked against his lower lip, breaking away and biting his neck, letting out a guttural, impassioned mmph, and he slid inside her, reaching deep into her, until she was full and he was buried, completely. She pulled his head to her lips, planted her fingernails in his shoulder blade, and whispered, the only words he would hear the whole dream. "I love you." Every dream, every time she said it, her voice was so real he almost woke up. And then, softer, less tangible, "I want you to come inside me." In the dark cell, the sleeping prisoner's body involuntarily bucked on the dirt. He jerked his head to her lips, he kissed her. Then he fucked her. He pushed into her with fast measured thrusting that became frantic, almost violent. Every thrust pushed her hard against the blanket; sweat formed on his chest as they moved. She kissed and bit him, his chest, his neck, his lips, she thrust her tongue in his ear, she held his hair and dug her nails into his back and his ass as if he were her only anchor to the world. He was unrelenting. She yelled out into the open sky as she came. He slowed for her to catch herself. When she'd stopped shaking, she inhaled deeply and opened her eyes. He was still moving in and out of her, as slowly as he could. She grinned the same grin. Slipping his cock out of her, she pushed him off of her and rolled onto her stomach. Then she raised her ass a few inches off the blanket, perfecting the arc of her lower back. Resting her head on her forearms, she looked back at him, and her lips formed the words she'd whispered earlier- come inside me. It was unbearable. He threw himself onto her, found her pussy with his index finger, and forced his cock inside. On the fourth thrust he gripped her thighs and she pushed her ass hard back against him, forcing him as deep into her as she could. He came, surging, completely within her, again and again, until finally his strength ran out and they fell forward onto the blanket, her ass soft against his groin, his hands surrounding hers. Her parted lips held the hint of a smile. When his breathing slowed, he crossed his arms underneath her and rolled them both up, so she rested on top of him, her back to his stomach, both looking at the sky. The sun was gone. The weight of her body on him, the feeling of her hair falling across his chest, would linger even into his waking reality, mingling with the pain of his hastily treated shrapnel wound like a cruel joke. And then as he lay there, waking up slowly into the pitch black cell, it wasn't just her weight that remained. He could still smell the grass -- he inhaled, a shot of pain, but the smell was there, as strong as in the dream. Slowly, out of the maddening blackness, specks of light - stars - emerged. A soft sound manifested itself in the cold room, seeming far away, but then not so much- a gentle, airy sound. His chest grew warm where she had lay. Then something brushed his neck. He looked and saw in the darkness the dim outline of her hand. His red eyes saw her hair then, too, and her breasts rising above her chest. He reached his hand up to her face and felt it. Her hand took his tenderly. She inhaled, and he heard her voice. "This is it. I can feel it. I'm going to... we're going to have a child." "I love you," he muttered. His throat felt like sand. "So much." Metal banged together and light shot into the room -- not daylight now, but the softer light from the compound's lamps. The guard walked into the room and kicked him in the side of the abdomen. He barked something in a sharp language. "Captain talk you now, see what you know," a second man, just outside, repeated in awkward English. The words were distant, far away. The dirt was grass, the pain had faded to mere pressure where she lay on him. The butt of a rifle struck him in the forehead, and the world shook for a moment, then remained still. The wind picked up and died down, he swatted a mosquito, but his arm didn't move. He closed his eyes, and the she smiled at him from their blanket in the field. Grass on the Field All characters involved in sexual contact, over the age of 18. Based on a true story with a lot of fiction. ***** Where do you feel you're best? Where do you feel at home? For me, it was on the baseball field, up on the pitcher's mound. On a brisk February day, right in the middle of the month, I stood on that mound as a king. I wanted nothing more but to be here at that moment. Well maybe not anything more, I looked over my right shoulder at a buxom blond named Sarah Smith, short with big breasts and a winning smile. She wasn't looking at me though; she was starring at the man opposite me at the plate, Nathan Willis. He was simply an amazing athlete and person. He lettered in Football, baseball and basketball. A practice game before regular practices began for the year. We played on the same team. He and I were about as alike as peanut butter and honey. I was 5' 10 190 lbs and spent my time playing video games, while Nathan was at the gym. I wasn't fat, I was wide, I had blue cold eyes and didn't smile often. The only thing I did sport wise was baseball, and I wasn't as handsome or personable as Nathan. I was just a regular guy with a fastball. Sarah had been in love with Nathan, since well, I had been in love with Sarah. But she had never noticed. Her eyes pierced Nathan while I shook off two signs from my catcher and best friend, Mickey Rourke. He wanted me to throw something off speed but I knew what this guy needed. Mickey got the message and gave me the sign for my fastball; I wound up and threw with all my might. As much as I would like to have thrown the ball at Nathan's head, I threw it to the lower inside corner and he was a mile late with the bat, the sound of the ball hitting the catchers mitt was all I heard. Strike three, game over. As I walked toward the dugout, I looked up at Sarah, a smile on my face, looking for hers, instead she was staring at Nathan, looking heartbroken for him. I just wanted her to notice me, but she only had eyes for him. Mickey ran up to me and hit me on the shoulder, then followed my gaze. He shook his head and said, "You gotta think about something else man. Until she realizes Nate is not interested in one woman, she will never see you." That was unlikely, they had been together for years. Nathan was completely loyal to her. I tried to take my eyes off her. She was beautiful to me, she wasn't the most popular or sexiest girl in school, but she had something special about her. Every guy liked her. I was not as pathetic as some of them. Her and I were very close. Just as friends, she told me everyday how much she loved Nathan. How much they were alike. We had grown up together; she lived across the street from me. Nathan lived across from her, we all got along well. In the locker room Nathan and his gang were laughing and talking about how good we were going to be this year. Last year, he sat out the season because of a broken ankle and we had no offence. He talked about my fastball at the end of the game and how he couldn't even see it. The reason I secretly hated him so much was because of Sarah, first and foremost. A close second was the fact he was so nice, such awesome he had to know I liked her, and he never said a word once. He was awesome to me, even though all I was a dork who could throw a ball and dream of getting with his girlfriend. "Ty dude, you should come skating tonight." Nathan called to me. I instantly rejected the idea; I hated hanging out with the cool crowd. But to be nice I responded in a fake tone. "Ohh maybe, whose coming?" "Well it's a birthday party and valentine's day party for Sarah, her birthday is today. So all of her friends and most of the team. She said you were coming." I had forgotten about her birthday, I wasn't worried about Valentine's Day, I had no one to celebrate with. But I had forgotten Sarah's birthday, that never happened before. She usually makes it into a huge deal but she hadn't mentioned it in a few weeks. A look must have creeped across my face because Nathan then said, "Don't worry, she doesn't want presents, except from me. You guys get off easy." He joked and his gang all laughed. I joined in lightly relieved he had misunderstood my face. John Newcomer, our coach walked into the locker room. A scowl on his face, "Mayes get the fuck in here." He said pointing at the office. I shared a scared look with Mickey and Nathan, got up and hurried in behind him, shutting the door. He began talking without preamble, I looked down, and saw my grades sitting on his desk. "We got a problem son, a big problem. This is our year. Our year. You are going to go pro if the scouts see your fastball this year. The high school sports committee fucked us. Absolutely, fucked us. They have changed the rules for eligibility, a student no longer need a 3.0 gpa average to qualify for athletics." That didnt sound bad." You now need a C or 78 average in every class you are enrolled in." I stared at him processing what he was saying, then spoke one word," Literature." He nodded," If you don't pull your 68 up to a 78 average, the lowest C, by march 17 you will not be able to play this year. I am so sorry son. There is no way around it. You have a month. I will speak to your teacher. Get your her best student to tutor you." I refused to believe it was happening. I was so horrible at literature; I couldn't understand a word of any of it. My mom knew it and let it slide as long as my other grades were fine. I was the only player disqualified by the rule, but the all the players were highly dismayed. I drove home thinking about how I was going to raise my grade, I knew I had a huge paper due, based on a few Shakespearean works, next week. I decided to hit the books hard tonight and skip the skating ring. Just as I was about to sit down to read the first book, the phone rang. "Hello?" I answered. "Hey Ty, its Kate." Sarah's best friend. She dressed slightly Goth. She wore black a lot, she stood about 5 ' 7 and slim. We got along well, but didn't talk much. "Sarah is looking for you. She had me call you to make sure you weren't skipping her party just because you aren't on the baseball team anymore." "What? I'm still on it, I just need to get a grade up." "Ohh, she made it sound final. Sorry." "Don't worry about it. Kate, Anyways, I am thinking of skipping." I heard a rustling over the phone and heard Sarah speak into the receiver; my heart skipped a beat as always. "Don't skip my party Ty, I need you there, it's my 18th birthday." She pleaded "Ok, ok, I will be there." "Great, can you pick Nathan up, his car is in the shop. Thanks Cutie." And she hung up before I could respond. I showered, groomed and called my mom to tell her I would be out late. She was a swing nurse and was working a 12 hour shift; I wouldn't see her til the weekend. It was just her and I; my dad had died in Afghanistan in the 90's. When I arrived at Nathan's house, he was outside waiting, and jumped in the car. I was driving a late 80s Mercedes, sedan. It was a peach of a car, leather and smooth. As I drove we eased in to conversation mostly about major league baseball. Not once mentioning Sarah's name. He could ease into any room, talk about anything, and was so peaceful. The guy was Ghandi for god sakes. I pulled into the skating rink right on time. Sarah met Nate at my car and kissed him. A small amount of bile raised in my stomach, but I suppressed it. A lot of people showed up, probably 30. Sarah was inseparable, from Nathan skating with him every song. After skating for a few hours, I had grown tired of watching Nathan grab Sarah's ass and her squeal in delight. Grown a bit tired of her hold his hand. I was skating off and noticed Kate sitting alone at a table with her skates off. I skated over and she waved at me. "May I sit down?" I asked. "Of course" She smiled. I could see her short dyed black hair hanging around her ears; she looked at me with sorrow. "I am so sorry Ty, about the team." I put on a brave face. "It's ok, I am going to get a tutor tomorrow. I will get the grade up. Coach has promised me the best lit student as my tutor, and I will be okay. I have to be." She smiled a shy smile, "That's awesome. I like the fact you're not trying to bribe your grade higher, or fake it." "It crossed my mind, but I wouldn't be able to live with myself. My dad always said you have to be able to look yourself in the mirror at the end of the day." "Absolutely." I looked over my shoulder, watching Sarah sway and skate slowly. Her ass was moving perfectly in jeans. Kate spoke but I didn't hear her until she snapped her fingers. "Wait, what?" I asked. "I SAID, something's never change. You still carry a torch for that girl." "What, no I don't. I just care about her as a friend." Kate snorted and started playing with a black fingernail. She looked at me again smiling that same smile. "Whatever man. She is clueless, but I see the way you look at her." I didn't comment. She started putting her skates on, and was quiet while I watched Sarah. Kate shook her head at me. "Listen, you will find out tomorrow, I am the highest scoring senior in Literature. It's a fact. So let's start your tutoring tomorrow. After school, my place" I looked at her surprised. "You remember where I live?" "Yeah. Okay. Thank you so much." I said in a sincere tone. She bent over messing with a skate. I reacted like most red blooded males, looking down her black tank top at her olive skinned, firm breasts. She had to be a B cup, just perfect shape, I attempted not to stare but found it difficult. When I finally pried my eyes back up, I saw her looking at me. Saying I was embarrassed would have been an understatement, but she had a slight grin on her face. "I will see you tomorrow after school Ty." She skated by me and tapped my shoulder with her index finger. I must have looked bad to her, looking at her best friend, then her, but she seemed amused, not mad. The rest of the night went by quickly, we all got together and sang happy birthday to Sarah at the end. The last song of the night was a sappy backstreet boys song (hey, it was 2002) and was couples skate. Everyone paired up, it seemed to take an eternity, but as expected I was left alone at the end. I began to skate toward the exit, when I heard someone yelling my name. "Ty, Ty Wait. Don't leave! " In my mind's eye it was Sarah. But the voice wasn't right, I turned and saw the black tank top and black Stockings on under mini jean shorts and knew who it was. Kate skated up to me. "Come on, let's go out there." She was blushing and one of the football players was behind her. "I don't need a pity skate, but thank you." I said quietly. Then I skated out the exit to the lobby, without looking back. The next day went by quickly, I just went to classes and grinded the day out. The rumors were flying about why I was suspended. The last I heard, I had beaten up the coach, and the school was going to expel me. No one could believe a dork could be failing a class. Everyone stared at me, everywhere I went. Lunch was a lively affair as my friends discussed Star Wars movies, I believed in an attempt to make me feel better. I was pretty out of it, I couldn't stay with the conversation, I had butterflies in my stomach and didn't know why. I remembered when Kate was a gawky scrawny kid; never getting a second thought or look from me. Once you got over the black, she was fit like a dancer. I remembered the first time I had really noticed her features. Last year Kate went to the Galapagos Islands midway through the year. Missing 3 months, she came back a warm, May Saturday. She was tan head to toe. I was pitching a shutout, but was struggling to our rival Hampton Sneed High. Our offence was dismal last year but scrounged up a run, making it 1 - 0 in the 7th with one out. I had walked two batters in a row and couldn't find my command. It was humid and about 90 degrees, I had thrown about 100 pitches and was grasping. Mickey was up at the mound talking me through it. A good catcher needs to be part psychologist, part mathematician. "Man come on. The guy coming up, keep the ball down. He will hit into a double play and your out...Woah... who is that with Sarah?" I followed his gaze, to Sarah. She was wearing an almost see through white dress and talking to a skinny girl who was tan head to toe. I recognized her as Kate immediately. She was wearing a tank top that looked like fire with short black shorts on. "Dude that's Kate. She's been away. She's grown in 3 months." He stared. "God she's hot. Does she have a boyfriend?" "Not to my knowledge. She never has far as I know. You should ask her out." "Maybe I will, but to do that I need to get out of the inning. Keep the ball down." After trotting back to home plate, I saw him staring up again at her. He gave me a sign, I took it, and as I wound up, I heard a yell from the crowd. Not Sarah, but Kate. "Get him Ty! You can do it!" I looked at her, she winked, and I threw the ball. I used to be able tell you when a pitch left my hand whether it was good or not, but that meant nothing. Some of my best pitches were hit for home runs. Some of my worst were strikeouts. This was a curve ball that curved right into the lower middle of the plate, where it was met head on with a bat, the idea is that the ball will be hit on the ground to a defensive man and you can get two players out with one swing of the bat. My friend and catcher said this player was susceptible to this. However, instead of a ground ball, he hit a line drive, directly at my head. I wasn't fast enough to dodge it, the ball struck me directly in the head. Everything went completely dark. I woke three hours later in the hospital with a splitting head ache. My mom and Mickey were in the room with me. Mom was in her scrub. "Did we win?" I croaked out. Mickey laughed and shook his head. "After you went down they brought in Anderson, they scored 10 runs on us." "Dont worry about the game Ty. You got a major concussion; thank god you got such a thick skull." My mom said. "I am going to find the Dr. Derek. He will want to know you're awake." My mom the nurse, leapt into action. She left hurriedly. "I'm sorry man." Mickey said. He looked a little weird. "No man. It's fine. It happens." He shook his head. "Not about that, Sarah and Kate were here... I asked Kate said no to me. Maybe while you were unconscious and in a hospital was the wrong time to ask." "You think." I laughed. "She said her heart belonged to another. It was weird; Sarah looked as shocked as 8 did about her saying no. Sarah and Kate said to tell you Hi. Things got awkward after that and they left." As I was thinking that last thought, Sarah sat down beside me. "Hey Ty. How's it going?" I immediately froze. She never came over at sat at this table. This was the nerd table. She was wearing jeans and a white strapless top, lacy around the top. She must have had on a hell of a bra to keep her big tits up. She smiled as she caught me looking at her. "Good." I muttered. "Well great. Listen can you take me to the movies tonight. Nathan is being a jerk. He won't see this movie I want to see." My friends all shook their heads. They knew a guy friend zoned when they saw one. I had to make a choice, baseball or girls, my life long fight. Baseball won out on this occasion. "I'm Sorry; Kate is tutoring me tonight with Lit. So I can get back on the team or I would." "Really? She didn't tell me.. "With that she got up and stormed off with purpose. All of our eyes followed her. ********* Everyday instead of going to the cafeteria, Kate read smutty novels in her literature class room. She loved reading stories about men absolutely dominating women. She was worried her choices in sex made her weird. She wanted to be grabbed by her hair and taken from behind. The mere thought of her lovers cock in her made her almost cum without touching herself. She was currently reading a story where a strong man had a girl down on her knees; he had pushed her head down on his balls and was calling her knees. She glanced around, she was alone in the room. She very slowly started touching herself under her skirt. Within seconds she was close to cumming. She was thinking about her crush holding her down and fucking her silly, the way she always dreamed of him doing. She groaned aloud. "Jesus, your making me hot just watching you. What are you reading?" Kate jumped a foot high, hadn't heard anyone enter the room. She looked up and to her horror, she saw her best friend Sarah was watching her play with herself. "God, Sarah. You scared me." Kate said, holding her chest. Sarah laughed, "You looked like you were having fun. Getting primed for tonight I see." Kate blushed more." You know it's not like that. I am going to help Ty get back on to the team." Sarah nodded," Yeah, Ty is so good. Too bad he is such a dork, Not exactly good looking either, but completely loyal." Sarah often times said this, like Ty was a commodity. Kate didn't think Ty was bad looking at all, instead she thought... "Don't steal him away from me Kate, he is such an amazing friend. Speaking of which, you shouldn't make Ty study tonight, he wanted to see the movie with me. You wouldn't want to come between us would you?" Sarah's words registered with Kate and she tried to stop herself from getting upset, how could Ty think that she was making him? She only wanted to help him. "Anyways, I will let you get back to fucking yourself you little whore." Sarah grabbed Kate's nipple fairly hard and left the room. Even upset as Kate was, the grab sent Kate into spasms as she threw her fingers into herself, finger fucking herself with reckless abandon. She moaned quietly to herself. "Fuck me Ty, Fuck me so hard, Ohh god. I'm cumming." She erupted on her fingers, quickly, and relaxed in the seat. She thought to herself, "Maybe I am a whore." I arrived at Kate's house at 4 O' clock, after school. I was met by her jovial mother at the door. I formally introduced myself and she told me Kate was down stairs playing games. I went down the stairs slowly and peered around a large wall. The basement was huge, there was a large couch, big screen TV, table and work out equipment. I could see Kate sprawled out playing a final fantasy game on the TV. "Hey Kate, I'm here." I announced. She looked back at me; she looked upset but smiled at me. "You don't have to be here Ty. You could be watching the movie instead, telling her I am making you be here was wrong." My face turned to confusion. "I told her that I was coming for tutoring. Nothing more. I don't want to get between her boyfriend and her, and I definitely don't want to see that movie." I stared at her, begging her to believe me." Please believe me! I want to be here, I have to be." She was blushing but she had cried as well, her mascara was running. "Just remember you need this, I don't have to do it." Her voice was still strained but slightly better. She shut the game off, and bent over the couch to get her books. She was wearing a pair of blue soccer shorts; they showed off her pert ass wonderfully. I stood there like an idiot, until she glanced back and saw me fixated on her ass. I looked away quickly but knew I had been caught. "Well? Where are your books?" She said with a laugh. I chuckled back then; I realized I left them in the car. I apologized and ran out to the car to retrieve them. She was playing a big black grand piano I hadn't noticed off to the right of the room when I returned. I walked over and sat next to her on the piano bench as she played the stoic song. When she finished, I clapped and she bowed her head, smiling. Grass on the Field "I have been playing for years, That's a song out of final fantasy called..." "...Sepiroth's song." I finished for her. She nodded and moved to a table to spread out, I went to sit across from her but she motioned me beside her. The table was like an indoor picnic table, made of black velvet. It was different that was sure. She opened the book and asked what we were studying. She was in a much higher class than him. Probably hadn't studied that stuff in 5 years. "So you play the Final Fantasy?" She asked. "Absolutely, best game series ever. Seven is my favorite but I love nine a lot as well." "Good, if you said eight was your favorite, I would never tutor you." She went back to business. The table was rather uncomfortable, she began pointing things out and I had to lean over to see what she was referring too. I ended up sitting one leg out of the table, and one in, my crotch open towards Kate, and she pushed close to me, leaning into my stomach and groin. We were getting along well, she was teaching the meaning of lines, and I was sneaking peaks down her shirt. Every minute it seemed like she would get uncomfortable, and wiggle her butt against me. She had to be able to feel how hard my penis was against her. After an hour of this teasing she finally pushed back one too many times. I groaned from deep inside me, and she turned her head towards me. She was wearing a curious look. Her bright green eyes were lit up. With out a word she reached back and grabbed my cock, her mouth found mine hungrily, kissing me roughly. I began to speak but she hushed me with her mouth again, and I resisted no more. She unzipped me quickly, and jumped down on her knees. She pulled her dyed black hair back with a purple tie, while her other hand held, my rock hard cock. My dick was about 7 inches and very thick. She looked up again at me from her knees. "God baby your huge, I want to suck your cock so bad. Can I, can I please?" She asked me very submissively. I pulled her by her hair down on it. "Do it. Suck it." She smiled at me, and took me down. Her tongue caressed the tip as she descended down on it. She was heavenly, my first blowjob, I was afraid I was going to choke her. She kept looking up at me so innocently as she struggled. I was moaning quietly knowing her mom was upstairs. She moved her hand in perfect rhythm on my shaft with her mouth sucking hard. I reached down with my hand into her tank top, finding her pert breast. When squeezed on her breast she moaned quietly. She pulled her head off my cock for a second. "Ohh god, that feels so good," she said breathlessly, and thrust her mouth back on me. I did not take long before I was close. "Kate, I am about to...cum..." I pushed with my hands attempting to get her off of me but she worked harder. I came directly into her mouth, the stress of the last two days streamed after stream into her mouth. She cleaned me with her tongue until I couldn't take anymore. Pulling her off slowly she smile a devious smile. "God where did you learn that. You were amazing." I asked exasperated. "A lot of porn. Yours is the first penis I have ever seen or touched." I was even more surprised. "Really?" She smacked my arm. "Yes, your my first. I am not a slut. Just a little Goth, that doesn't mean I have done anything. I really loved sucking your cock." I shook my head in disbelief. I had known Kate since kindergarten; never in a million years could I have imagined her sucking my cock. Ten years ago she was tomboy, hanging out with the boys. I never saw how beautiful she was until she was on her knees in front of me. I wondered what kind of man that made me, maybe she knew what I was thinking, she sat quietly. I couldn't help but stare at her, she was holding my softening cock, looking at face with an readable look. The shrill voice of her mother broke the silence from the top of the stairs. "Kate, Sarah is here!" My mind started reeling, what did I do? Should I feel guilty? Did I just seduce Sarah's best friend? "That bitch." Kate muttered under her breath. Grass Widow Amanda rolled part way on top of her husband Greg, one breast partly hanging out of the top of her nightie. She kissed his neck, moved her lips to his ear. "Deb said that she is a grass widow," she murmured. Greg knew full well that Amanda was talking about the new neighbor, a tall elegant woman who he had seen a few times fussing around in her yard. But he responded, "Who is a grass widow, and what is a grass widow." Amanda's hand was drifting down his chest and belly, an almost certain sign that she was looking for pleasure. "Don't act dumb, you know, the lady who moved in across from Deb. The tall older woman with the silver gray hair. She lives all alone in that big house," she murmured. Her fingertips loitered at the band of his pajamas. Greg loved the way Amanda approached seduction, coming at him in a manner that suggested that she had something else in mind, never direct and to the point. Her hands had that soft velvet touch to them. She could have touched any part of his body and he would have known she wanted to make love. He played along as he always did. What the hell, it was much fun. His arms were above his head, not taking part in the seduction scene just yet. "And so why does Deb call her a grass widow? That's a very out of date term. I recall my parents using it when I was a kid. Does it just refer to a single lady? Seems to me that would cover a lot of women." He was still acting dumb; he knew that the term had a tinge of naughtiness to it. It could be something about an unmarried woman with a child living amongst married families. Or it was a woman whose husband had abandoned her, or was away to war. It was temptation in the neighborhood, and it made for nervous wives. Amanda was heating up; she kissed Greg's neck, softly moving her lips up beside his ear before sliding her tongue to his mouth. One breast was exposed, the nipple grazing his chest. She could sense the bulge forming in his pajama bottoms as her fingertips moved under the band and inched there way down to play in his bush. "Deb thinks that she is a seductress, and that soon all the men will be trying to get in her panties. She says that she has caught Dan looking through the curtains at her." "For God's sake, she must be at least twenty years older than Dan. He and I have been in bars together, he never makes a move on other women, and neither do I," Greg said softly, not wanting to divert Amanda from the direction that she was moving. He brought one arm down and pulled her closer, his hand at the small of her back. "I know, but admit it, she is a great looking woman. She has not responded to any of we ladies who have tried to meet her. She just smiles and nods at us. But Deb has seen her talking to a few of the guys." There was a lull in the conversation. Amanda was slowly stroking his cock while their lips were fully engaged in a slow passionate kiss. She pulled back a bit, never losing the hold on his cock, and murmured, "We think that she will seduce one of you guys, maybe all of you. Wouldn't that be crazy?" Amanda obviously thought it would be wildly erotic, and clenched her hand more tightly around Greg's pulsing cock. Greg slipped his hand down inside the top of her nightie and lifted out one beautiful firm velvet breast, hefting it in his hand as he groaned in delight. "Baby," he whispered, "Why would I want an older woman, when I have you in bed with me every night. You are more than I can handle as it is." But her comment had registered. He had been one of the "guys" that had chatted with this apparent seductress. Just a few words of welcome but he had been struck by the direct manner in which she had looked at him, her eyes boldly drifting up and down his body as if he was a soldier on parade and she his sergeant. When close up, he could see the signs of aging on her face, but the effect seemed to soften her lines and add to her glamour. And she was built. She had been wearing a form-fitting body stocking while gardening. He had noticed her going for a jog in the nearby park; she obviously was a fitness freak. He walked there often himself. Amanda was still pressing the issue. She was up over top of him; her nightie had vanished as Greg kicked off his pajama bottoms. Her eyes were steaming hot, apparently turned on by the thought of a wicked woman seducing her husband. She straddled him, knees on each side of his belly and hips, her breasts dangling down over him. "But, what if she came after you? What if she asked you in to her house? What if nobody else saw you go in?" She seemed desperate to hear his answer as her hand reached back through her legs to find his cock and to pull the knob up to her dripping slit. Greg was more than a little surprised at the drift of this seductive conversation. He wondered what she wanted to hear. She had her pussy lips around his knob by this time. She was leaning over him; her arms braced each side of his head, his face buried between her breasts. "I don't know baby, what to you want me to say?" as he licked a nipple. "Do you want to know if I would fuck her?" he squeaked. Amanda's response was to give a little gasp and drive her hips down; engulfing his cock in one violent thrust as she started humping him. They had gone through this routine before. She would tire and relax after a few minutes of wild riding, and then lift up and allow him to finish her off. But this time, she did not stop; he could feel her ass cheeks begin to clench and release in his hot hands. She stiffened and held him tightly as he felt her pussy contract and squeeze hard for at least a minute before relaxing. She was breathless as he rolled her to her back and mounted her from his knees. The only sound was their breathing and the 'slurpy' noise of his cock slicing in and out of her pussy. She peered up at him as he pounded her pussy, a smile of pleasure developed as she watched his desperation to get off. "Come for me baby, I love watching your face as you come," she encouraged him. They lay exhausted on their backs for some time without speaking. Finally, he rolled to his side, propped up on one elbow and peered into her eyes. "What the hell was that all about? A much older lady shows up in the neighborhood and that makes you horny?" She giggled and said, "That was awesome, I guess I let it take over me. Deb and I had fun imagining what we would do if we were she. We know all the guys, and we often play a game wondering about this guy or that guy in bed. We can make ourselves very horny that way. And then you and Dan get the benefit at night." Greg smiled, "Don't suppose there was a little wondering about the lady and you two? Maybe some chat about girl on girl?" "You wish! Why does that turn men on? I admit that I occasionally wonder about a particular woman, but I don't dwell on it." "So what about this one?" Amanda slapped him playfully and they kissed. She looked at him suddenly, "You are hard again already. I don't suppose that thinking about that old lady makes you horny? Does it?" She pulled him over on top of her. Actually, they were not far off the mark in their assessment of the lady, Dianne by name. She had endured a tough early life with alcoholic parents. She had run away from home, been knocked up by a drunk one night, and raised a boy on her own. She had fought hard to improve their lot in life, and had been entirely focused on giving her son the life that had escaped her. She used her looks and her body to make the money to feed, clothe him and get him through University. She had been a mistress to many men, but always with the focus on a better life for her and her son. She became a high end Corporate Secretary through several liaisons. Her work skills evolved to equal her erotic skills until she had reached the point where she no longer needed to do bed time with anyone to acquire a good job. But the truth was that she enjoyed the sex, and had no intention of giving that up. This home in the suburbs was her dream. After living in shacks and grubby apartments, and eventually in quite pleasant apartments and condos, a house with a yard had become her objective. And now approaching sixty years of age, with her son off to other parts of the world with a high paying job and a family, she had retired from working and began to live out that dream. But the life was completely foreign to her. She had lived in places where neighbors changed weekly. These people were settled and knew each other and the women chatted on the street and had tea together. Weekend house and pool parties were common. She did not comprehend how to engage in this lifestyle as a single woman amongst all these family types. She was not comfortable with other women. Her entire life had been focused on and been directed by men, and she had learned how to weave her web around them. She had no idea how to engage in small talk with other ladies. But she did like the neighborhood guys. They were in their early to mid forties, her preferred prey, mature and experienced and still virile and horny. They looked at her as though they wanted to eat her despite the age difference. She could read them like books. Given the right conditions, she knew that she could seduce any one of them. But she would be careful. Seduction needed time and never rushed. She was not looking for marriage or even a long-term affair. She was amoral about sex. In her new life, sex was about pleasure, and she sought pleasure for herself on any occasion of her choosing. The love of another had seldom been a motivating factor. There had been one man, the President of a Company, who had engaged her as his Corporate Secretary. Their affair included a good deal of affection and tenderness, and Dianne had thought that maybe this one was for real, despite he being married. And then one night at a convention, he had left her alone with an important client with an explicit request that she fuck him. And she had done so, the sex being quite good, but the taste in her mouth afterwards simply confirmed that she was best off as a single woman, looking after her own interests. She had been used when she had always felt that it was she that did the using. There was little doubt that Amanda's suggestive comments had planted the seed of lust in Greg's thoughts about Dianne. He watched for her movements, began to fantasize about this apparent sexaholic in the neighborhood. He timed her jogs to the park. The common ground was the park. It was an old growth forest, huge trees of over 100 feet, several small ponds with ducks and fish and turtles. The odd black bear showed up to frighten people on occasion. The trails were maintained by the city. People jogged, walked their dogs, and high school sports teams ran their laps in the natural surroundings. Narrow 'off' trails sometimes led to a tent or shelter for homeless people. Greg had been taking park walks after work for several years, as much to relax after a high stress workday as for the exercise. The park bordered the back yard of his home and was readily accessible to him across a lane. Dianne entered the park at a different location and they met a few times, she jogging one way while he walked the other. God she looked beautiful, always nicely outfitted in tight tracksuits or armless blouse and shorts. She smiled at him on each occasion, mouthing a pleasant "hello" as she bounced past him. He would turn and watch her attractive body, athletic without being muscular. Everything was soft and round. He could barely wait for his park walk each day for that brief glimpse. He became obsessed with thoughts of bedding her. One day she had appeared from behind him, having changed the direction of her run to match his. She glanced over as she passed, then slowed and stood waiting for him, standing with arms akimbo, smiling and saying, "Hi neighbor, Greg isn't it? I thought it was you, don't you jog?" He grinned and said, "No, never have been a runner, I get all the exercise I want with a walk. And actually I just do this walk to relax after a day at the office." She fell in beside him, her breasts still heaving a little and said, "Well, I don't like jogging but I do it for the exercise, need to keep this old body fit." He looked her up and down slowly as they walked and said, "You are doing a great job of it, you have a beautiful ---, ah, you look to be in wonderful condition." "Thank you kind sir," she murmured coquettishly. She looked him over and continued, "You look good too, guess you don't need hard exercise." She continued, "Mind if I walk with you? I hear that a bear has been seen the last few days. I feel a little nervous." "Don't be nervous, but please do walk with me," he grinned. That was their inauspicious beginning, but it was a beginning, and they met often in the weeks following, warming to each other like two people with a common objective. They became more direct in their looks and touches, she catching his arm and holding it when he said something funny or poignant; or he touching her back as they worked around a water puddle or a fallen tree. On one occasion she was wearing a form fitting tracksuit, zippered down the front and accentuating her breasts and ending almost at her crotch. "Wherever did you find that outfit?" he groaned as he let his eyes wander down her body. She twirled around in front of him, providing a nice view of her butt and legs. "Do you like it? Thought it might provide you a little pleasure," she grinned. "From the looks of the guys who have passed us, you are providing pleasure for more than just me." God, he was getting hard, knowing that she was trying to interest him in her body. There can be no greater turn-on for a man, than the realization that a woman finds him desirable enough to prep for him. "And pardon me, but there is just no way that there is room underneath that outfit for bra and panties." His eyes bored into hers, emboldened by the feeling she was testing him. She smiled, her eyes suddenly opaque and heavy, "Whatever made you think that?" She stood a few feet in front of him, as if tempting him to unzip her and find out. Their eyes locked, a dare in the air. Was she kidding him? Did he have the balls to find out? She took pity on him, took his hand and led him off to a little side trail and far enough from the main path to protect them from prying eyes. She turned with her back to a big tree and faced him, placed her hands on his shoulders and whispered, "So find out won't you. I want you to know. Why do you think I wore this damn thing?" He felt like a zombie following orders from a hidden voice as he fumbled with the little tag on the zipper. It slipped silently down as if lubricated exposing the white skin of her breasts until the zipper was just below her nipples. They kissed as his hand slid inside the suit and fondled a breast. He moved back a bit, found the tag again and lowered it further. He pulled the top open, exposing both tits. The aureoles were large, pinkish in color, with very prominent nipples jutting out like erasers on the end of a pencil. He caressed both tits with deepening passion as they kissed. She murmured, "There's more to see, it's a long zipper. Don't you want to check for panties?" He pulled back again, totally oblivious to the danger of being caught in this very public area. He tugged downward on the zipper once more, watching as her belly button appeared and then the top edge of her trimmed bush. "Oh fuck," he groaned. He pulled the zipper out a bit to allow him to see all of her. Her bush was dark tight curls mottled gray and clipped in a perfect triangle, the lower point just a fraction of an inch above the top of her slit. "Touch me for God's sake," whispered Dianne. They kissed with wild abandon, tongues intertwined and exploring the entire cavity of the other's mouth. She could feel his hard bone rubbing the side of her hip as his hand slid further between her legs. He ground the heel of his hand on her mound as two fingers parted her legs and worked down each side of her slit. "Ah Christ, I want you," Greg whimpered. She pushed back from him until their eyes met once more, his hand still caressing her pussy, one tit dangling exposed outside of the suit. "And you can have me, but not here in the middle of the bush with high school kids racing by us." She smiled confidently as she removed his hand; tucked her tit back into the suit and pulled the zipper back up. "When and where?" he moaned. "Any time at my house. Right now if you want." She challenged him with her eyes, but saw the uncertainty fill his. How could he possibly visit her in a place were he knew every person, dog and cat, and they knew him. She smiled, "Poor baby, you want it, you can have it but can't get it." She glanced down and reached over to rub her hand along the bulge in his pants, "and I want that." She knew that he would think of little else before finding a way to fuck her. 'I'm such a bitch' she thought, 'but I love doing it.' Greg was in turmoil as they parted, waiting until the main trail was quiet before returning home. Dianne continued her jog. If she had not stopped him, he would have nailed her up against the tree. He slipped into his house and quickly climbed the stairs to the shower not wanting Amanda to catch him with a hard-on after a park walk. He stood facing a corner of the shower, his forehead pressing the shower walls as he got off. His clutching hand became Dianne's hot cunt; her tits were pressed against him as he began to fuck his fist. His legs were weak and trembling after he got off. They met several more times in the park, but there was no repeat of their previous intimate encounter off trail. Greg could not bring himself to sneak a visit to Dianne's house, no matter how desperate he was to bed her. Finally, Dianne said, "How about I meet you downtown for lunch?" Greg smiled, "Well sure, but you know what I would want for lunch don't you?" Dianne was serious as she responded, "Yes, I do, you want what I want. Let me make the arrangements." Dianne was also feeling the pressure of desire. She liked this guy, liked his easy going attitude, his big hands and powerful looking body. She loved men with big hands and hard forearms. And she very much wanted to give him what he so desperately wanted from her. That evening, she placed a telephone call to a previous employer and lover. She arranged to have the use of his suite in a boutique hotel downtown. They kidded a bit about her plans, and she turned down an offer to meet him. Dianne's focus was on a new candidate. Dianne smiled inwardly. This was different; she was seducing a man for her own pleasure and not for work advancement. She was excited and aroused at the thought of seeing Greg naked and desperate to make love to her. She opened her robe and examined her naked body in a full-length mirror. She continually checked for signs of fading beauty but was confident that she was still attractive. She opened a drawer and pulled out her toy and applied some jelly to the tip. She turned the vibrator on and rubbed it on the tips of her nipples before sliding it down her belly and between her legs. Ah damn it felt good as she pressed it against her swelling clit and along to the back of the slit. She watched herself in the mirror, groaning as she worked the vibrator into her now very slippery pussy. They met in the park next day. Dianne moved close enough to Greg to brush him as they walked. She wanted that contact and knew it would arouse him as well. "Can you make lunch tomorrow?" she said casually. Greg looked at her nervously, "Yes sure, I can make it tomorrow. Where do we meet?" She said, "I have a friend who has let me use his suite at The Palms. We can order lunch in the room." And then, "It has a beautiful view of the bay." And then more softly, "We can make love." Grass Widow They stopped, turned to face each other. If Greg had any pause to rethink his previous statements, they disappeared as he read her eyes and body language. She wanted him as much as he did her. "Oh God yes, I can make it." They were tempted to embrace as they stood transfixed at their commitment, but the sound of approaching joggers forced them to hold back. The Palms was an expensive boutique hotel located in the downtown area of the city. It catered to businessmen, both those who were in town on business and by the locals to entertain clients and for assignations such as this. It was European in style and elegance. Discretion was the word one could use to describe the atmosphere and staff. Greg had lunched in the Hotel dining room on occasion, but had never been to the rooms above. He drew in a breath as he tapped lightly on the door of the suite. He was a little tense. He had enjoyed an occasional affair in the past, despite his protestations to the contrary, but had always felt in control. On this occasion, he felt more like the prey than the hunter. The door opened to reveal a breathtaking view of Dianne. She wore a negligee', lace trimmed bra matched by mini panties visible through the sheer cloth. Greg stood transfixed in the doorway for seconds before Dianne reached out and pulled him in. "For God's sake Greg, I can't stand dressed like this for the world to see. This is for you, nobody else." But she smiled in triumph at his obvious pleasure. She slid into his arms as the door closed behind him. Her body melted against his as their lips engaged in a soft lingering kiss. She felt his desperation as his hands began to roam her body, finding her ass cheeks to caress and squeeze. She pulled back a bit, "Hey sailor, let's take this slow and easy, no rushing please. Come in the bathroom with me for a minute." She led him by the hand, not wanting to lose touch for even a second or so. Her words belied her feelings, she wanted this man soon, but as always patience took precedence with her. She believed in proper settings for sex, the object to enjoy every nuance and touch. She stood in front of him now, and tugged at his belt buckle, unzipped him and pulled his pants to the floor. She smiled up at him as she rose, rubbed his cock through his shorts. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, ran her hands along his thick arms and biceps. She lifted his undershirt up and over his head, exposing his chest and nipples. He stood transfixed as she kissed and sucked his nipples. He had the feeling that he was in the hands of an expert, and he was. And oh God she smelled divine. Each time he made a move to touch or grab at her, she stayed him with a look. He kicked off his shoes and she stooped to remove his socks. He was naked except for his tented black shorts. She remained on her knees and slowly pulled his shorts down and off. He felt her hair brush his thighs and belly as she ran her hand up underneath his cock. She brushed the palm of her hand just over top of his pubic hairs. His cock jumped in excitement. God she was good. He took in his breath, expecting her to take him in her mouth. But she did not, rising slowly once more. Her soft fingertips explored his thick thighs and hard butt as she hummed her pleasure. She reached around and located a white terry cloth robe and handed it to him with a smile. "I told you I liked it slow. Put this on and we will sample that French wine you brought. There's a cork screw and wine glasses in the kitchenette." She stood by the window as he opened the wine and poured two glasses. He glanced over at her, the sunlight from outside filtering through her negligee and outlining her body. Soft semi-classical music played in the background. He felt as if he was in another world or another time. The movie "10" flashed through his mind and he felt much like Dudley Moore must have felt when offered the opportunity to bed Bo Derek. Her gaze was steady as they touched glasses in a toast. A sip each and she removed the wine glass from his hand and set them aside. Her entire demeanor changed as she returned to his arms, she was offering herself to him now, no longer in charge as she whispered in his ear, "I have no rules except pleasure. Do with me as you wish." He parted her legs with his knee, lifting it up to rub against her pussy. Her mouth was wide open, an invitation for his probing tongue. He grasped her ass cheeks in his hands, rubbing and caressing, pulling them apart as if opening her to him. Her entire body seemed available to him, the only sound from her that slight hum of pleasure. He stepped back a bit, untied the bow and removed the negligee as she stood submissively in front of him. Her eyes were slits as he reached around to unhook her bra. She whispered, "In front Greg." The bra was connected by a Velcro strap, which he tugged open to release her tits. "Oh Christ," he groaned as they spilled out in front of him, dangling nicely, like two gourds with nipples already so hard that they looked as if they would burst. He lifted both breasts in his hands and rubbed the nipples against his terry cloth robe and then rubbed them together. Dianne's eyes closed and her lips moved wordlessly. Greg turned her to face away from him, their bodies exposed to whomever might be looking into the window. His fingers slipped in under the band of her mini-panties and down inside them, slowly pushing them down her hips and legs. As he forced them down, he kissed his way down from her shoulders, down her backbone to the crease in her butt. He rubbed his face on her ass cheeks; tongue flicking and then grazing his teeth on the skin in mock bites. He could feel her tremble in obvious pleasure. As he rose up once more still behind her, he slipped one hand between her legs at her knees and raised it up along her inner thigh, she spreading more as he approached her pussy, until she could feel the edge of his hand engaging her full wet slit. She turned her head to him, her eyes closed, her lips parted. They kissed as he moved the edge of his hand back and forth along the slit while easing his thumb up to tease her butt hole. She whimpered at his touch, anal ring twitching. He murmured, "You said there were no rules." Her response was to rub her hip against his cock. He pushed the top of her body ahead until she had to brace herself against the window frame, her butt pushed back and legs spread more widely. He parted her pussy lips with two fingers, eased the tips into her and proceeded to finger fuck her with one hand as his other found a tit and squeezed and fondled it. She joined in, pushing her ass back at him as he probed each time, now using three fingers rolled together like a short stiff cock. "Greg," she begged, "Please Greg, no more, I want to come with you." He relented, now feeling fully in charge, pulled his fingers out of her and lifted her in his arms. She rolled into his body, her arms around his neck for a full-tongued kiss as he carried her easily to the bed. He lay her down gently, her head on the pillow; her eyes wide open, wanting to see him ready for her. He was enjoying himself immensely and carried out an improvised strip for her, turning away as he disrobed to display his powerful butt and thighs, and then turning towards her covering his cock with his hands before baring it. He stood at the edge of the bed, his knees pressed against the mattress edge, stroking his cock, "Let me see you baby, show me my prize." Her legs were tightly pressed together, her tits slung each side of her chest. He focused on the mottled triangular shaped bush. She rubbed it with her fingertips and raised her knees as she spread to expose a beautiful red gash of fully aroused pussy. She dipped one fingertip in as if showing him where to put it. He moved up on the bed and between her spread legs on his knees. She moved her hands up beside her head in a sign of submission, biting her lips in anticipation. Greg pushed her knees higher until her slit was horizontal to the bed and began sliding his cock back and forth along the full length of it. Dianne was in ecstasy, a big powerful man hovering over her, his hard cock sliding back and forth along her slit, his balls teasing her thighs and ass as he moved. Her patience was wearing thin, she wanted him in her, but he held her captive with her knees now pressed against his shoulders. She closed her eyes, the hum emanating from her at a higher pitch. Greg pulled the knob of his cock back along the slit, paused and raised a bit and then, to loud exclamations from both of them, sunk it slowly into her, his knob parting the velvet folds as he worked it down until he felt the wet lips of her pussy lapping the base of his cock. They remained locked together, luxuriating in the extreme pleasure after the prolonged buildup. They ground against each other's pubic bone, Greg's face buried in Dianne's hair and her mouth sucking and kissing his shoulder and neck. He slowly reduced the pressure on her knees as he began to stroke. He felt her feet move down along his side before slowly working back around his butt. Her slender soft legs soon entrapped him, one heel digging into the crease between his ass cheeks with the other locked behind his thigh. She responded to each of his long grinding strokes by thrusting up quickly at the end, seeking that extra depth. Dianne's hum had ceased; the only sounds that of their bodies meshing and the passionate groans with each meeting of their pubic bones. Greg's thrusts increased in speed like a steam engine gaining full speed on flat ground at full throttle. They thrashed away at each other, slow and easy no longer valid. Their bodies were locked together, arms around the other, her tits jammed hard to his chest as his powerful hips drove him into her with a twisting action. Their timing was perfect, his first jolt of hot cum releasing as her pussy began to convulse and contract. Her feet flattened on the bed to allow her to arch upwards at him and hold firm while he blew his load. She sunk back as she sensed he was done, opened again for him as he continued with those final slow delicious strokes. Her voice was normal again, "That was beautiful Greg, I knew we would be perfect partners in bed." She was in charge once more, no longer his concubine; he had been served his pleasure. "Let's order lunch while we shower," a pause, "together." This last said with a smile. Dianne rolled out from under him and picked up the phone. She stood naked in front of the window as she ordered lunch. Greg lay on his back, one arm up behind his head and watched her move around. It occurred to him that she had not asked about his food preference. This lady was something else, and he had never encountered anything close to her. She could play all roles from calm and efficient to seductive and demanding and finally to submissive and vulnerable and all within an hour. He was hoping for a return to the latter. The shower might be a good place for that to happen. The End Grassy Knoll The view was stunning in the morning light. The valley spread wide; the river in the distance looked like a pencil line across a green canvas. I stood proudly naked on knoll where we had camped. Next to me in all her naked glory was my wife. We often come to this knoll for a night of lust in the dust. That is now a memory. A couple years ago she decided to take off with a long time girlfriend. Her admission of being lesbian was not a big surprise. I knew she liked women and sometimes we had a group thing. On the knoll again, I am naked and viewing the same scene we looked at together. However, on my side in full naked glory is a beautiful man, African-American, a bit on the skinny side, and his best feature swings freely. Seven inches limp and almost ten hard. His thickness makes me swoon. In my wildest dream I could not have thought a 65-year-old white man would be with a 38 year old black man. Yet, here I am as my fingers wrap around his manliness. My ass is sore from the sex we had last night. I wish I had his libido. He can hold off his orgasm the longest I've ever heard of. We fucked three times last night. He fucked me twice and I fucked him once. We fucked unprotected and when he came, it was a torrent of hot thick sperm; I'm still holding it. I felt him responding to my touch; I responded involuntarily. We turned facing and he drew me in with a big black hand massaging my naked ass. His expanding cock rubbed mine and we exhaled a mutually excited sigh. He began humping against me in my hand. I felt him drawing me to the ground. Slowly, with determination, he stretched me prone face up my cock hard for him. He laid next to me with his head in my lap his cock in my face. I lapped at it; it gave an excited jerk. His girth barely fits in my mouth yet I suck in his cock head and taste his musk. He is not aggressive, letting me suck him at my pace. I lick his length balls to head and suck him in again. A moan escaped his mouth and I felt his warm breath on my cock. He sucked me deeply into his mouth. He has a talented mouth taking me fully. Moans became our mutual communication. He knows how to suck me so I don't cum too quickly, my affliction - premature ejaculation. That's been my curse, an oversensitive glans. He has so much control that I can suck him with vigor or slow and gentle. I've learned that he likes that variety so I'm picking up my pace sucking as much as I can and jerking him. Sore as my ass is, I knew I would let him mount me. "Slow down. I don't want to cum," I begged. He slowed his pace and pulled his warm mouth of my cock. The sudden cool after his hot mouth aided my calming. A finger fondled my ass hole making me relax into the feeling. "Do you want me to fuck you?" How could I refuse? His equipment would surely give me another anal orgasm. "Slow. You left me a little sore last night." I rolled onto my stomach and took the time-honored position on all fours. He positioned himself behind me, his cock just touching my tight ring. Cautiously, I pressed against him and felt I was still surprisingly lubed. Soreness gave way to pleasure; his glans slid over my prostate giving me a shiver. He feels good in me. "Are you sore? Does it hurt?" I responded by pushing hard against him filling myself with his manhood. "Only a little. Don't hold back your cum. I don't know how long I can take it." Turning my head to look at him, I smiled. "I know how long you can take it," he smiled back. He was right; I'd take it. His fucking is the most pleasurable I've experienced in years; I was happily sore. I never felt pleasure like this with a woman. He withdrew slowly giving my prostate a joyful rub. His retreat stopped with just his cock head retained. I squeezed against him as he began his return push. I felt pressure building against his invading weapon. With a grunt and push, I pressed my hips into him getting the benefit of all he could give; I was breathing heavily and getting close to a p-spot orgasm. He made several fast thrusts taking me over the top. A male p-spot orgasm can be just as strong as a woman's g-spot orgasm and can make a man squirt a stream of semen from his cock. I was squirting and crying. His talent is beyond comparison. He let me calm then slowly withdrew completely; I felt cheated of his cock and relieved, too. He knew I'd had enough. I turned on all fours to face him; he was furiously stroking his cock. I opened my mouth. If he wasn't going to cum in my ass, he was going to cum in my mouth. He began chanting deep guttural moans signaling his impending release. Although his cock had just come out of my ass, I needed to suck him and take his load. The first wave of his essence struck the back of my mouth thick, warm, and tasty. He ejaculated four more big squirts. I held his cock head in my mouth as his flow subsided. He tastes good on my tongue, his flavor being tangy and tart. I savored for many seconds before swallowing. My cock returned to its full rigid condition. Hard as I could get, I was barely larger than he when he is limp. He tells me my size is just right for him and even through my oversensitive glans situation, he tells me he feels a strong almost spiritual connect when I penetrate him. I only hope that is really true. I'd love to have his stamina to fuck for long periods of time. He turned his ass to me. His dark skin was a deep contrast to my white skin. Perhaps it is a mind game, but I feel larger when I lay my cock in the crack of his ass. I felt overly excited already. I snaked a finger into his relaxed hole and pushed. My fingertip felt his prostate and I pressed against it. He moaned and rocked into the sensation. Wagging my finger, I massaged his little nut until he was in a constant moan. I replaced my finger with my cock filling him swiftly. It felt good feeling him squeeze my cock. He knew I would cum any second, so did I. I began making swift hard strokes into him pounding away before my short fuse exploded. To both our surprise, I lasted longer than usual before feeling my cock expand slightly then contract as my cum spewed into his bowels. He squeezed tightly against me sighing with his own pleasure. My cock wilted in him and slipped from its warm hiding place; I shuddered as the cool breeze blew over my warm member. "That was nice," I sighed, "perfect start to the day." We rose slowly from our post sexual bliss to make our way back to our camper. A well dug years ago provided us with clean water for a much needed shower. At best, the little water heater in the camper gave us about three minutes of warm water before turning cold. We washed with vigor hoping to beat the first stings of cold water. We rinsed in the stinging cold. Our warm embrace as we toweled the other dry warmed our bodies and fueled our sexual desires. We had to leave the knoll to return to our own realities secure in the knowledge that we would meet again soon to repeat the performance. Until then I ache for his touch and the feel of his exciting tool giving me pleasure.