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Making Love

By: ThePerfectGentleman



A long day at work had me beat, nothing like meetings and coding to drain your mind. I turned the key in my house and entered; wanting nothing more than the throw down my coat and clothes, and take a nap. As I entered the living room I saw the stunning blue eyes of Megan staring up at me from the lazy-boy as she looked up from her book.

'Hey sweetie, how was work' she asked in her innocent voice with a slight Southern twang.

'Ugh, beat. Just wore me out, I need a nap.'

'A nap? I have something else that'll help relax you, lay on the floor'

I removed my shirt and lay down on the floor. My beautiful wife straddled my back and began kneading my shoulders. I loved the feeling of her soft warm hands on my skin. As they covered more and more of my back I felt a tingling start to flow throughout my body. I felt her hair slowly drape across the nape of my neck as she lowered her head to kiss the back of my neck.

The feeling of her body against mine was really starting to drive me wild. Feeling her 36D breasts through her teaching blouse caused my cock to start to move. I slowly turned my head to the side and kissed her on her full lips as she lay her head next to mind. A few more kisses and out mouths started to be more and more open eventually our tongues sliding out and into one another mouth for a deep french-kiss. Once we started kissing we knew there was no stopping. I rolled on my back and we hugged close and continued our exploration of one another's mouth and tongues.

I rolled her off me, took her hand, and got up leading her to the bedroom. Down the hall we went anticipating the intimacy ahead. We entered our bedroom, and I quickly discarded my pants and underwear. As Megan slowly undid the buttons to her blouse I had to catch myself from drooling as her black lacy bra was exposed encasing her wonderful tits. She unsnapped and lowered her pants to revel her equally sexy matching panties.

She turned around facing the bed allowing me to unhook her bra. I immediately reached around and grabbed and rubbed her tits. 

'Oh, that feels so good honey' She moaned. Having trouble controlling my patience I pushed her forward a bit a slowly lowered her panties. I could smell her wetness as I lowered them seeing the folds of her cleanly shaved pussy.

I kneeled behind her and ran my tongue from her clit all the way up to her asshole and back. I repeated this tongue stroke a dozen time and decided I needed more direct access. I stopped, and she took the hint right away, rolling over, she moved up the bed and spread her shapely legs.

I paused for a bit to drink in the beauty of her body. Her innocent face with short brunet hair and a wide smile kept my gaze for a while. I continued my adventure down her body pausing once again, this time to stare at her huge 36D tits. Her nipples were standing straight up, as they always are when she's excited. Not being able to resist any longer I moved my face in-between her legs. I was met with her completely shaved (save a 'runway' in the middle) pussy, which was already dripping wet with anticipation.

There is nothing in life as intoxicating as the first deep breath you take with your face in a pussy. And this wasn't just any pussy. Megan's is the sweetest you can imagine. It has the consistency is slightly watered honey with the most erotic taste imaginable.

Drunk with sexuality, I slipped my tongue in-between her pussy lips. I left out a quiet gasp as my tongue made contact with her soft outer lip. As my tongue moved up to her clit, she began mewing.

'Oh God honey, it feels so good, so fucking good'. She gasped, not even fully aware of what she was saying. It is always a joy to watch my quiet schoolteacher of a wife become a wild woman in bed; To watch her go from using perfect grammar, to begging me to shoot cum in her slut asshole. 'Suck my pussy' she cried as I continued my ministration of her cunt. I love every minute of running my tongue up and down her slit, sticking it in her, and sucking up all the cum. My eating of her pussy seemed to have only lasted a few moments, but before I knew it, I felt her hand on the back of my head pushing it down, and I knew what she wanted. 

I lowered my head a little lower and began giving her a juicy rim-job. Like her pussy, her ass is kept shaven; giving me perfect access to her asshole. I don't know where my fetish for assholes came from, but I could never get enough of hers. I continually ran my tongue around her asshole, periodically sticking it in.

'Honey, I need you in me!' and with that I moved up on top of her, moving my cock to the opening of her pussy. Looking into one another eyes, I slowly slid my cock into her hot, tight, and now absolutely soaking pussy. No matter how many times we make love, it has always amazed me how tight her pussy is, from our first time when I took her virginity to now.

'I'm CUMMMINNG' she yelled as her first orgasm hit causing her velvet pussy to squeeze my cock. 

'Oh baby, I love it when you come. I love making you feel so good.' I gasped still pounding my cock in and out of her pussy.

'Oh it feels so fucking good, pound that big hard cock in my cunt. Don't stop fucking me!' 

That familiar buzzing feeling began in my balls. 'I'm getting so close baby, I'm about to shoot.'

'Do it, do it, do it!!!'

'I'm Cumming...AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!'

I could feel the pulsing in my cock as stream after stream of cum shot into her pussy filling it up. Holding one another close again we began to slowly kiss and caress one another as we came down from our wonderful lovemaking session. 

And I get this every night.

Making Love and Music



I catch you playing the cello, and we turn it into a duet.

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Making Love in Secret



It was late and everyone had gone home for the evening. The restaurant doors were closed. The staff had clocked out and disappeared, each one heading out to do their own thing. I was left alone to close out the books, shut off the lights and make my way upstairs to my apartment above the diner. With each step I told myself I would simply go upstairs, take a hot bath, enjoy a late night movie and fall asleep on the couch. My night would be easy, relaxing, and boring. There was nothing wrong with boring, was there? 

When I got to my apartment door and I stepped inside, I closed it behind me, locked the deadbolts and kicked off my skid-resistant shoes. They sailed across the room, landing somewhere in the dark. I flicked on the light and the small studio apartment was immediately flooded with the soft globe of the 60 watt bulbs. 

I headed to the bathroom, took care of business including the shower that my body so desperately craved. When I felt cleansed of the grease of the fryer and grime and sweat the comes with dealing with flattop grills and dirty dishes. I opened a can of chicken vegetable soup, poured it into a microwave bowl and warmed it up. Eventually I settled down on the couch exactly as I had planned. My movie played and for the first several minutes I was quite content. That contentment fled when the lights from the apartment across from mine came on. 

My gaze drifted lazily toward the curtains and like clockwork they parted and Weston Sheets walked out onto his balcony. I felt my pulse race and my heart skip a beat as I watched the lights of the city and the ones coming from his rooms caste an ethereal glow around him. He wore a white dress shirt, partially unbuttoned, a pair of black trousers with a silver buckled belt. Dark shoes and I can only assume black socks. I tried to look away. I tried to force my attentions back to the movie. I tried desperately to not pick up my mini-binoculars and point them in the direction of Weston's apartment -- I failed miserably. 

With the black binoculars pressed against my eyes and perfectly focused on Weston I watched him roll his shoulders and stretch his back. I was curious as to who would be with him tonight. Weston had not yet settled down, nor had he ever brought back the same woman twice to his apartment. The curtain moved and I watched a tall, trim brunette step onto the balcony. 

Her dress sparkled and the light glimmered off the sequins and jewels that lay scattered throughout the fabric. She wore a row of diamonds on her neck and teardrop earrings swayed from her perfectly formed ear lobes. She was beautiful, but then again all of Weston's women were beautiful. 

I watched as she walked over and placed her hand on his chest. He picked it up, brought it to his lips and kissed the palm before sliding his lips down to her wrist and leaving a long kiss upon her flesh. I could almost feel his lips touching me in the exact same spot, but I knew it wasn't real. I had never been to Weston's apartment, nor had he been to mine. I only knew of him because he came in every morning into the diner and had coffee before leaving for work downtown. He smelled wonderful, looked delicious, and had always shown me and the staff nothing but respect. 

Now as he moved behind the woman I found myself aching to be her, or the next girl, or even sadly one of the discarded ones. He placed his hands on her hips and slowly walked her to the balcony edge. She gripped the metal and as she stood there, he began to kiss the back of her neck and press his body against hers. 

I watched her push back and knew she was rubbing her ass against his crotch. I could almost feel his cock swelling and pushing against my ass. I reached down and rubbed my round cheeks and pushed against the crack of my rear. A long sigh of frustration and disappointment filled me as I took my hand away and rested it on my lap. I continued to stare out of the binoculars as Weston slowly began to lift the woman's dress exposing her long legs to the night air and the voyeurs like me. 

I've watched Weston many times use this same tactic on women. He takes them to the balcony and slowly eases them out of their clothes. His mouth glides across their skin and I watch from my chair as his tongue dips into the crevices of their flesh. Tonight is no different. 

Weston is on his knees and the woman has turned, pressed now into the corner of the balcony. I can see Weston licking her pussy and dipping his tongue between the slick folds of her sex. The scent of my arousal wafts of to me and I am sure hers is already surrounding him. My hand casually glides back and forth against my pussy and I try to mimic his tempo with my fingers as his tongue laps and teases the woman's mound. 

I whimper and so does she. I can't hear her, but I see the parting of her lips and can almost feel her breath as she sighs in appreciation. Weston continues to sup on her. His hands hold her hips and he grinds his face into her folds. She bucks against him and throws her head back. I watch her bite down on her lower lip as Weston shoves his fingers into her pussy. My sex tightens as if he's inside me and he's fucking me. My hips move in sync with his thrusting and as the woman comes so do I. 

I slide my palm away from my pussy, lick it and taste the juices of my sex. Weston rises from the floor and the woman drops to her knees. She pulls his pants down and holds his cock like a precious weapon. I ache to be there and take her place, to gaze up adoringly at his rod and caress it like a babe. Oh fuck, he's hard and the light above him caste a brilliant ray of light over his cock. The pre cum glistens and the woman kisses it. 

The moan that spills from my throat is deep and full of lust. I watch as she trails the head of his cock across her lips. She is painting her mouth with his arousal. My lips part. My mouth waters. My chest burns as I watch her take his dick between her lips and begin the sensuous task of pleasing him. 

The head of his cock pushes against the wet sides of her cheeks. I lick my lips, imagining him inside my mouth and imagine my tongue rolling around his rod, licking his pre cum, feeling the rush of blood as it dances through his swollen veins. I would please him and he would come for me. I would bask in the juices, bathe in them if he allowed, but none of this will happen. So I gaze longingly through the binoculars as the woman begins to deep throat my Weston. 

He grabs her hair and pushes her down onto his full length. She doesn't balk, nor does she fight him. Why would she? He's perfection. She only encourages him by holding his ass with her hands and helping him to keep her locked in place. Her lips have formed a perfect seal around the base of his cock and I watch as her mouth and throat work to milk his cream from his shaft. She's amazing and I only wish to one day be as talented as her. 

I can tell when Weston comes. His face contorts in a mask of frenzied emotions. His lips open and a sound erupts from his chest that bounces off the walls and skates down the alley. I know others have heard him and I am sure others have watched the beautiful display of perfection as it releases its seed into its willing victim. 

She remains locked to him, until he gives her permission to ease away. Even then she does so reluctantly, much like I would. My pussy is shaking and pulsating. I reach down and finger myself as she slides off and begins to lick and bring him back to his fullest potential. 

I wonder now what Weston will do. Sometimes he fucks the girl on the balcony, sometimes he takes her into his room and fucks her on the bed. I pray he keeps her where I can see. If he takes her inside then I won't be able to watch his cock slide into her tight hole. A gasp of pleasure slips from my lips as I watch him pull her dress off. 

My pussy flexes and I begin to masturbate as he bends the woman over the balcony railing and begins to fuck her right there. Oh God! Oh God, yes! I am thankful to Him and to Weston. With each thrust he gives the woman, I too thrust. It is his cock inside me and it is my pussy he is claiming as his own. His hands are on my tits. He is twisting my nipples. He is biting my shoulders, pulling my hair, forcing his inches into my sweet heavenly home. 

It is my come he is feeling cascading around his cock. It is my pussy he is filling up with seed. It is my name he is calling and it is his name that is falling from my lips. I am the woman he is easing out of, the woman he is kissing, and the woman he is lifting and carrying into his bed. And in the morning when I awake I will be the woman bringing him his coffee as he sits and reads the paper at his usual place in my diner.



Making Love in the City of Love



Wednesday November 24, 2004 is a day which my wife Julie and I will never forget. That day, I bought a lottery ticket while on my lunch break at work. The following morning (Thanksgiving Day), I checked the lottery results online and was shocked to learn that I held the lone winning ticket for the $234,000,000 jackpot. The following Monday, Julie and I both presented our bosses with written notification that December 31 would be our final day with our respective companies. 

When we were both younger, before we met in our final year of college, Julie and I had both traveled extensively in the States, plus Julie had made numerous trips throughout Canada, primarily to visit relatives. I had twice lived and studied in Europe before meeting Julie: in southern, French-speaking Belgium as a high school exchange student during the first Gulf War, then in spring 1995 at a small institute in southern Paris. Julie had never traveled outside North America, and had always wanted to travel the world, especially wanting to see Paris, so – not surprisingly – when we began to plan where we would travel, Paris was at the top of the destination list. 

January 2005 was filled with work of a different kind: home renovations. In buying bought the small house in 2001, we had planned to upgrade the house – which was the only way we could afford to buy a home at the time. We had done little things over the previous 3-1/2 years, but nothing major. Throughout January, our days were filled with many trips to the local Home Depot, and many hours painting, replacing tile, and much, much more. We also acquired a 40-inch TV and impressive surround-sound speaker system, upgraded to digital cable and to high-speed cable-based Internet, and bought the Power Mac G5 we had both been drooling over for quite some time. 

However, we went against our friends' expectations and did not buy new cars. Julie and I loved our old Ford Escort and even older Volkswagen Rabbit too much to give them up quite yet. Besides, we would need to first have a garage built to adequately protect the Corvette we wanted. 

The evenings in January were often spent planning our upcoming trip to Paris – often over dinner at expensive restaurants we had never visited previously. The idea for our Paris vacation was to leave on Thursday February 10, and return on Tuesday February 15. This way, Julie noted, our final night in the City of Love would be on the day dedicated to love. 

And, she noted with a smile, it would be essentially the tenth "anniversary" of my arrival in Paris (which had actually been January 28, 1995, but I was not about to argue with her over that small detail). 

However, Julie made one very unusual declaration: Once we had left the States, we would not engage in any sexual activity until the evening of Valentine's Day. I wondered exactly what she had in mind, but, knowing how her mind works, I agreed, knowing that I ultimately would not regret the "loss" of any such activity with my beautiful young wife. 

The night before our trip was to begin, we did something we had not done in a long time: We took a long hot bubble bath together. Even though it was our final opportunity to engage in any sexual activity for a while, we did not make love, we did not masturbate each other. We simply relaxed together, enjoying the sweet rose-scented bubbles and the dim light of the lone pillar candle. Our conversation was soft, practically in whispers, and focused primarily on Julie's questions about Paris. 

*****

Our time in Paris was wonderful. During the time I lived there a decade earlier, I had come to know the French capital much like a native, and by the end of my studies there, landmarks and places such as La Tour Eiffel and Les Champs-Elysées no longer fascinated me. However, since Julie had never been to Paris before, she exhibited plenty of fascination and enthusiasm; I was able to see the city through her eyes, and it was almost as if she and I a completely different city from the Paris I knew. 

Despite the chilly winter weather, we definitely enjoyed the experiences we had in Paris. I showed her many of the places I had frequented a decade earlier: one of the fnac stores, the small family-owned sandwich shop on a narrow side street near Notre-Dame, La Défense, the institute where I had studied, Parc des Princes (the stadium near where I had lived)... We spent much of a day at Le Louvre, specifically using the underground entrance and bypassing the massive line of people trying to enter through the giant glass pyramid. Of course, we went window shopping on Les Champs-Elysées and ate at one of the restaurants near L'Arc de triomphe. 

But, of course, one cannot have a true Paris experience without having been to the top of both La Tour Eiffel and Sacré-Cœur. Fortunately, on the day we made both those journeys, the skies were unusually clear for February, and we were able to see for miles and miles. To be able to stand on the top level of La Tour Eiffel and hold the woman I loved as I once again scanned the Parisian cityscape made this short trip so much better than the months I had been here in 1995, when I had come here shortly after a breakup and constantly carried that loneliness with me throughout my time in the City of Love. 

*****

At last, Valentine's Day arrived. I awoke that morning to a small feminine hand stroking me gently through my sweatpants. 

"So much for no sexual contact until the evening of Valentine's Day," I whispered as my eyes slowly opened. 

"Oh... You're right." Julie reluctantly withdrew her hand, and we settled instead for a long cuddle underneath the covers. 

This was the day we had chosen to leave the city itself and visit Chartres, primarily to see the cathedral with the famous stained-glass window. The skies were overcast again, a return to the usual winter weather for that region of France, and it did rain briefly while we were on the train to Chartres. But, it was an enjoyable visit – especially for me, as we returned to the same cozy restaurant I had visited with a few friends ten years earlier. 

At last, we returned to Paris and to our hotel room. When we emerged from the hotel again, we were dressed in our best clothing and went out in search of a small restaurant for our Valentine's meal. We found one, and were very impressed that the main lights had all been turned off, a large candle at the center of each table to provide more of a romantic atmosphere in honor of Valentine's Day. I was able to speak with the waiter in fluent French, which in the waiter's eyes instantly elevated us above his general feelings about American tourists, and I noticed that he gave us much more attention and care than he did with the few other American couples in the restaurant. 

A romantic meal – with a live string ensemble to add to the atmosphere – seemed a most fitting way to close our trip to the City of Love. As we sipped the last of the wine before we returned to the hotel, I could not help myself from thinking just how much more interesting this trip to Paris was since this time, I had someone very special and important to share these experiences with me. Returning to Paris with Julie had essentially taken away the dark cloud of loneliness which had haunted me here a decade earlier, and had cast a negative undertone to my memories – even the positive, happy, jubilant memories – of that time. 

Hand-in-hand, Julie and I finally returned to the hotel. She went to the bathroom "to do some girly things" while I took off the coat and tie and shoes and sat at the small desk, writing postcards to family and friends with the intention of mailing them the next morning on the way to the airport. As I wrote, I heard the bathtub fill with water, then a long silence as Julie enjoyed a long soak, and finally the water running down the drain. At this last sound, I abandoned the postcards and retrieved a tiny bottle of wine from the small refrigerator, the bottle containing just enough to fill two wine glasses. When the bathroom door finally opened, I stood at the ready, a wine glass extended to her as she came into view. 

It was quite an exquisite view. Wearing nothing but a smile highlighted by a heavy coating of bright-red lipstick, Julie stepped up to me and gracefully took the offered wine glass from my outstretched hand. I smiled in return, feeling a little uncomfortable in the clothing I was wearing. She giggled, apparently realizing my discomfort, and her kiss to my cheek instantly calmed me... and promised of things to come. 

"The lights, please," she whispered, and I moved to turn off the lights in our small, cozy hotel room. Now the only lighting came from outside, from the lights of the city below penetrating the thin white curtains. Julie moved to one of the windows and stood there, in profile from my vantage point, silhouetted beautifully against the illuminated curtains as she sipped from the glass. And in the distance, brightly lit against the night sky, was La Tour Eiffel, its upper third clearly visible above the many buildings. 

The ultimate symbol of the City of Love stood in the background of my view. The object of my love stood in the foreground of my view. And it then dawned upon me that, at long last, something I had wished for a decade earlier was about to come true: At long last, I would be making love in the City of Love. 

Julie turned to me, offering a small, delicate hand to me. I approached, took her hand, and allowed her to draw me to her. Then, as we had done on the day of our wedding, our right arms intertwined and we drank a toast:

"To love in the City of Love on the night devoted to love." 

Those were the last words spoken for a long, long time. We stood there together at the window, the curtains not necessarily thick enough to hide Julie's complete nudity from any prying eyes in nearby buildings. As we drank slowly, we touched lovingly, our fingertips the instruments through which we each aroused the other. By the time we had emptied our glasses, I could definitely feel the effect of the wine in my head, and the effect of my wife's simple presence in my slacks. 

Julie took the empty glass from my hand and moved away from the window, receding into the darkness, moving carefully. I heard her set the glasses down somewhere as I looked fondly toward La Tour Eiffel once again, wondering if the events of this night would repeat themselves in the future. Feeling Julie press her bare breasts against my back and wrap her arms around my chest, I cast that thought aside, simply enjoying and cherishing the moment. 

For a long time, we stood at the window, Julie holding me from behind. Slowly, her hands began to glide down my front, her long fingernails scratching gently through the shirt, teasing me nicely. Down my torso her fingers traveled, further and further, then, to my disappointment, stopping at the waistband of the slacks. Instead, those small fingers lifted the shirt out of the waistband and began working their way back up my front, unfastening each button along the way to reveal the thin t-shirt underneath. 

For a moment, I thought of how the roles had turned. Often, I was the one who stood behind, first gently teasing her as I pressed myself against her backside, then slowly and lovingly undressing her. But now, she stood behind me, nudging me to bend slightly forward so she could remove first the shirt, then the t-shirt from my torso. 

Topless, I turned around as the clothing was banished to the floor, and took my beautiful wife into my arms. Our lips met, and I could feel the film of red transferring itself from her lips onto mine. Julie whimpered softly into my mouth, her body seeming to melt as the kiss lingered, then finally resting her ear against my chest when the kiss ended. I stroked her long sandy-brown hair as we stood in the near-darkness, peppering to top of her damp head with soft kisses, savoring the aroma of her favorite orange-scented shampoo. 

In time, Julie turned me back around to again face La Tour Eiffel, and resumed her self-appointed task of undressing me. The belt was next, removed deftly yet respectfully before joining the shirt and t-shirt on the floor. She unbuttoned and unzipped the slacks before slipping a hand inside, caressing my hardened manhood through the briefs, purring into my back like a kitten happily playing with a ball of brightly-colored yarn. Reaching behind me, I hooked my fingers together behind her back, holding her awkwardly as she continued to caress, fondle, stroke, tease. Her lips kissed all over my back, and I could feel a slight film of red whenever her lips left my skin. It seemed that my body would be covered with the imprint of feminine lips by the time the sun finally rose, but I did not mind. 

At last, and seemingly all too soon, Julie's hands returned to undressing me. She knelt behind me, lowering first the slacks, then the briefs, and casting each garment aside. I stood in only the black socks, and awkwardly lifted each foot so the sock could be removed and similarly banished from our combined thought. 

Now, we were both naked. Julie crawled around me and took up a kneeling position in the narrow space between me and the window, facing me, looking up into my eyes with both love and determination in her expression. As her hands reached out for my erect phallus, fondling me with great care, my hands reached out for her head, caressing her cheeks, stroking her hair with deepest love. In a city of more than two million individuals, Julie and I were suddenly the only two people who existed, and we were quietly, romantically making the most of our solitude. 

I was looking out at La Tour Eiffel as Julie's warm mouth engulfed the tip of my erect penis. Time lost all meaning for me as she fondled and licked and stroked and sucked and caressed me, keeping her actions slow and measured. She knew me well, she knew how to read my body, she knew how to play my body, she knew just how much I could take without being drawn toward the brink. Yet she was able to nonetheless bring me to the point where my will and self-control began to break down. Leaning forward, my hands flat upon the windowsill, I forced her to lean back against the short wall underneath the window, her mouth open wide to accept me as my hips moved of their own accord, soft sloshing sounds coming from her mouth as a result of my actions as I continued to look out across the city at the erect symbol in the distance. 

At last, I regained my will and self-control, and stepped away from the window, withdrawing from my kneeling wife. Only then did I realize that my use of the loving, pleasing mouth had not permitted her to swallow her saliva, forcing her to drool down the front of her body. Yet as she suddenly stood and pressed herself tightly against me, the drool was somehow sexy, reflected in our intense kiss, our hands clutching tightly at each other. Our tongues jousted even as we awkwardly made our way toward the bed, separating only long enough for Julie to sit breathlessly as she looked up at me, her eyes flashing full of desire in the near-darkness of the cozy hotel room. 

I sat beside the young woman, a hand to her shoulder enough to cause her to lay back on the bed, her legs dangling over the side. For a moment, I simply admired the rise and fall of her breasts, then bent to kiss her lips, a hand sliding to her saliva-dampened chest. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles in my palm as my hand moved from one hot breast to the other. Her hands went to my head, holding me in place to continue kissing me. She whimpered and moaned as I manipulated her feminine lobes, gently at first, but then with increasing vigor. Only when I pinched a nipple, gradually increasing the pressure until it became erotically painful, did she pull away from my lips to cry out softly in the near-darkness, and I took the opportunity to quickly replace my fingertips with my teeth, gently biting at the base of the nipple and tugging backward with my head, enjoying the soft, erotic sounds escaping her lips. 

My hand moved quickly down her nude body to the bare feminine folds at the base of her torso. I was not at all surprised at the level of wetness my fingers discovered there, and stroked gently, respectfully, continuing to tug at the nipple and also battering it with my tongue. She squirmed sensuously from my ministrations, her breathing heavier, her hand slipping to the rigid, dripping pole standing proudly from my loins. We masturbated each other for a long time, the effect of the wine combining with the now-heavy scent of our loving foreplay to only increase my desire for the woman who had captivated my heart. 

Suddenly, I took both of Julie's hands and positioned them above her head. Holding her wrists with one hand, my right hand returned to its former position between her legs, three lengthy fingers nestling snugly inside her. The thumb strummed her clitoris, slowly increasing the tempo as I played her like a fine musical instrument. She soon began to sing softly, her voice melodic and captivating, reminiscent of a siren. She quivered around my fingers as her body writhed seductively once more. 

"Please," she whispered between erotic gasps, the first word either of us had said in a long, immeasurable length of time. Instead, my thumb continued its work, the three fingers within her beginning to finally move inside her body, curling upward to stroke that one special spot inside her which always triggered a powerful sexual wave within her. She pleaded again, her breath loud and quickening as she continued to drench my hand. Her eyes clamped shut, her mouth was open wide, her jaw quivering as strangled sounds of sexual pleasure emerged even as the last shreds of self-dignity attempted to keep her from announcing her feelings to everyone in the hotel. 

My mouth returned to her chest, taking a heaving breast between my teeth, biting violently around the nipple, tugging fiercely and lashing wickedly with my tongue. Her body suddenly went rigid, vibrating almost imperceptibly for several seconds. 

Her climax was a beautiful experience for me as an "innocent" bystander. Her body lurched repeatedly several times, bucking hard against my hand before I released her breast from my mouth and raised my head to drink in the primal display before me. She bucked fiercely, her gasps loud and unmistakable in the room, her movements causing the bed to squeak in wonderful protest. Yet even before her body had stilled, I changed my position, kneeling on the floor between her legs, removing my three fingers only to replace them with my lips affixed to her succulent sex, drinking of her freely-flowing passions. 

Long after Julie had finally calmed from her turbulent orgasm, I continued to sample her tangy nectar. Gently, I licked and probed, never seeming to be able to taste enough of her. Her legs crossed behind my neck, and her hands gently petted my head as if I were a small kitten. I continued to lap at her like a kitten lapping at a bowl of fresh milk, and my ears were rewarded by the soft contented sighs escaping her lips. 

When at last I stood once more, I gazed upon her with deep, profound admiration and love. Her eyes met mine with the same intensity, and I stepped back as she stood with me. Our kiss was sweet, gentle, soft, and she whimpered once again as she tasted her own nectar upon my lips. My erection had faded a little as I had feasted upon her feminine charms, but I felt her hand slip between her legs, then she spread her wetness upon my manhood and began to stroke slowly, reinvigorating me in more ways than one as she repeatedly kissed my chest. 

"Please," Julie finally whispered, "make love to me." 

I smiled into her hair as I kissed the top of her head. Then I maneuvered us back to the window and stood behind her. My hands went to her chest, cupping her breasts gently, essentially forming a human bra. "Look out the window," I whispered into her ear. "Look out across the City of Love. Could there possibly be any better place to make love?" 




Making Love in the Mom-Mobile



My family calls it the Mom-Mobile because all I ever seemed to do was drive from one kid event to another. With two active boys, and lots of team sports and practices, I used to live in my van. But now that the boys are starting high school, they don't want to be seen having Mom drive them everywhere. Still, my van is a great car, especially if you want to have a nice quite drive in the country with your lover.

My marriage was having problems. We were both having affairs; however, I knew all about his, but he never knew of mine. I think it would have killed him if he had found out I had been seduced by a younger man. I hate to think what he would have done had he known my lover was black.

We agreed to take counseling and I committed to myself to try and make our marriage work. He swore was going to change jobs so that he would not be traveling all the time and, most importantly, we were talking about having another baby. I was very happy, and excited about trying to get back in touch with the man I loved and had married. I had gone off the pill and our sex life had exploded. We were acting like newlyweds again, hoping each time we made love that we would he would impregnate me. 

But before we could start completely over, I knew I had to call my lover, to tell him that I could not see him again. He wanted us to meet at his apartment, but I had made up my mind he was not going to seduce me again with his touch and kisses. I insisted we go for a drive in the country, away from everyone and, most importantly, away from the temptation of an afternoon in his apartment. 

We parked at a hidden picnic area near a small stream and walked along the stream banks holding hands. I told him that I loved him but I was not going to see him again. I told him how important it was for me stay with my husband for my children and that we decided we wanted another baby. 

A few months earlier, it would have been his child I would have born but he had run the commitment. I knew he had not ready to settle down but I was sick of living a lie. We had fights and made up but finally drifted apart. But in my loneliness I had reconnected with my husband and he with me.

We stopped by the stream and he held me close. He told me he didn't want to lose me and tried to kiss me. But I knew it had to be this way, pushing away I angrily walked back to the van. There was a slight drizzle and my clothes were wet by the time we got back. Sitting together in the back seat, we watched the rain pass by. Finally, we talked, talked about staying friends, about the fun things we had done. All the while, his hands were busy, finding the places I loved to be stroked and touched. 

I told him that I was not going to have sex with him. Of course I was enjoying what he was doing, but I kept insisting he was wasting his time. He laughed and asked if I remembered the time we had made loved out in the open, on a blanket at sunset and then under the stars? How could forget, it was the second time we had made love and his sexual prowess had held me captive ever since.

He asked if I was sure that I didn't want to make love just one more time? Again, out here in the open? I told him he was crazy the ground was wet and it was still raining! "Come on," he insisted, "Didn't you ever make love in the back seat of your boyfriend's car?" I confessed I had not. 

"Well, then just pretend you are a high school cheerleader again," he said pulling me close to him, "and I am that big ol' black basketball player you got the hots for, and this is your mama's car!" 

I was laughing as his hands slipped under my skirt, and began to remove my panties. I didn't resist him as he unbuttoned my damp blouse, his fingers teasing out a nipple from my bra, pressing his dark lips to my white breast. I was moaning under his touch and fiery lips, knowing how this was going end. 

I laughed as he struggled to get his pants off, his leg caught in the seat belt. But soon he was naked, his black manhood swollen and needing to be satisfied. My legs spread wide to receive him, one was hooked on the head rest, the other around his shoulder. As he entered me I cried out in passion, and with every deep thrust of his black cock I moaned his name and my love for him. His hard deep thrusting rocked the van back and forth and as I came, my cries of pleasure filled the hidden picnic area. He came like a lion, roaring out into the jungle, warning others that he had just mated, filling his woman with his hot dark seed.

Exhausted, I lay whimpering, pulsing with every shudder of our locked bodies. The breeze through the van door chilled us and we dressed again, smiling as lovers do. We laughed as we shook off the debris long buried in the back seat of the Mom-Mobile, old French fries and candy wrappers. I was sure that I was going to have a bruise on my back from that middle seat belt. 

My panties had fallen out of the van and lay on the muddy ground of the picnic area. He dashed out into the drizzle, grabbing the panties, tossing them high into a tree over the picnic table and then ran back to be warmed again in my arms. The panties dangled there, a lace trophy of another conquest. 

We drove back to his apartment in silence. I held his hand, occasionally pressing it to my face to feel his warmth, strength, and reassurance. We made love again with tenderness and passion of lovers who know each other's needs and desires.

We said goodbye, but we both knew I could never let him go, that I could never resist him. I was ashamed of my betrayal but secretly I hoped his child was beginning to grow in my womb and soon it would be our baby I would carry in the back seat of my Mom-Mobile.



Making Love In the Pouring Rain



Well it was the summer of my senior year in High School. The day started out like the rest, I got up early, my uncle sitting at dining room table drinking his coffee all dress in his suit and tie. My aunt at the stove making Breakfast for her and I, in her hunter green Housecoat. My mind wandered to think what she had on underneath. The moment was spoiled by my uncle asking me if I could go down to the garden and pick some vegetables for supper, I said sure not a problem.

He got up from the table must have been 7:45, cause he kissed his wife's cheek made his way down stairs to garage, as he was about to leave, he hollered up, "Hun there will be a guy coming over at 1pm to look at that pop-up camper I am selling.

"Hun, you know how I feel about having you have these men come over when you're not here!" She snapped back. 

To that he answered, "Brian is here, your so paranoid."

"Whatever!" was her answer. 

I walked over gave my aunt peck on the cheek, "Everything will be cool, don't worry." We hugged and both sat down to pancakes sausage breakfast. Just some idol chit-chat filled our morning.

After breakfast, she went to start dishes and laundry as I went outside to play with the dogs for a bit. It was a hot muggy morning, felt like could get some thunderstorms in afternoon, my aunt hated thunderstorms, always freaked her out. So the day passes by we ended up for about half-hour making out together on the couch, just kissing and cuddling. She wanted to take a shower, I told her I wanted to shoot some hoops outside before it began to rain, we kissed again. "I am glad your hear today, Bri, I feel better now about this guy coming over."

"You'll be fine I am here if something should happen which I doubt, but if it makes you feel better, then so be it." I said. We kissed as I watched her glide down the hallway to her bedroom and shut the door. With that I grabbed the basketball and worked on my game, the whole time though thinking of her in the shower.

"Hey, You Suck today!" I looked around and here it was my aunt in her window, riding me with every miss, and being sarcastic with every make. "I can still take you though." I said "yeah well you being 6'3 and me only 5'7 you'd have advantage, maybe we'll "play" later as she closed the window. I finished up and decided to head in for a bit too cool off.

At around 1pm, a car came down the driveway, told my aunt that dude was here, she said ok and went outside to meet him. I was in my room at the time, with window closed to keep it cool. I saw them shake hands and walked around the camper, I can see him asking her questions, then they went inside. So with that I went and was messing with the dogs.

After awhile I decided to go back to my window, and noticed this dudes car still there, I thought to myself man, should not take that long to show a pop-up. With my heart racing, I grabbed the ball and walked around the house to the paved court. I snuck over to the camper, to my astonishment I heard these whimpered moans coming from within, I dropped my ball and was stunned I couldn't move. "YES!, Baby that's it suck it, take it all the way in your Mouth, Bitch!

Suck My Fucking Cock, Whore! The more this man degraded my aunt with his language, the louder her moans became. "Make, me cum, you slut!" He screamed. I tried hard to peek inside to see if he was forcing her into this, if so I was ready to bust in a belt this guy, real quick. but all the windows were zipped shut so I just knelt down by back tire and listened, I took my cock and started to masturbate listening to them fuck my aunt's mouth. 

"Keep it going, Bitch! You Suck real good, Cunt!" My aunt then finally spoke up, "Not in my mouth, on my tits." He was screaming so loud luckily we lived in the country or neighbors would have easily heard this Guy, as he must have came hard and fast all over her tits. I know I came myself. Once I got my senses back, I quickly grabbed the ball ran back to the court, and began to shoot hoops. Soon afterward they both came out my aunt trying to fix her hair, I just smiled and looked away. Then I peeked over my shoulder, to see them give each other handshake and he drove up the driveway to the road turned and disappeared.

She came strolling over to me as I asked her, if was "interested buyer" says he'll think about it and talk to his wife when he got home, again I dropped the ball. She scooped it up and ran in made a lay-up. "In your face, as she stuffed the ball into my abdomen, knocking wind out of me. By now dark skies appeared overhead distant sound of thunder clapped over the horizon. We both decided to head in as we did arm-in arm the phone rang I ran in grabbed it, it was my uncle. I turned it over to her and went back to sunroom to watch the darkening skies.

"Well your uncle has meeting tonight won't be home till around 11.

"Well, that's cool. I didn't pick veggies yet from garden and looks like you're in for a storm."

"Sure looks that way, so it's just me and you sexy," she giggled. 

I walked over to her and we kissed deeply holding each other close. "Bri, we have to go out make sure that pop-up is secured and windows all closed, so it doesn't get wet inside." She interrupted. I knew windows were closed, but who am I to argue. We went out wind was picking up and lightning flashed and thunder banged over us. The rain came down in sheets, we got in but we were bit wet. I held her with each firework sounding BOOOM!!

Holding I looked deep into her eyes, we both knew what we wanted I kissed her lips as we collapsed on the bed, to us everything seem to have stopped all our focus was now on each other, kissing fondling as I reached for her shirt and removed it tossing it to the floor, she slipped my shorts down and removed my tank top. Next were our unmentionables and now completely nude our bodies started to become one, I placed my hands on her breasts and felt the stickiness of the gentleman's fluid upon her ivory skin. I told her, I heard everything sweetheart, I knew what you were doing in here earlier." She looked at me with tears in her eyes, "are you disappointed in me, Bri?"

"Hell No, I think it was so hot, I masturbated to your antics."

"You Did?" she questioned. 

"Yes! I Did hun, I heard you sucking his cock. Him calling you those dirty names."

"Bri, he had me so going, he wanted to fuck me, but told him no, I would give him blow job and that'll be it. He agreed." She finished.

I kissed her deep and for long time feeling my way down her stomach to her now slick pussy. "I want You, Cunt." I exclaimed, with that her eyes widened and she became even more wet than she was. 

"Finger me you, Bastard!" She shot back. As I entered finger after finger the more incest she became, calling out obscenities over and over. I finally got my whole hand into her, the way she likes at and felt like I could rip her insides right out. faster, harder... 

"You fucking pervert, You like fucking your own Aunt, sick bastard!" She was now thrusting herself to meet my ever move, I don't know how many times she came but my hand was just coated with her juices. I couldn't take no more, I released my hand and replaced it with my cock. We fucked liked two crazed animals, the words Whore, Bastard, Cunt, Slut, Bitch, where used quite often, before I came inside her, I pulled out and buried my face between her thighs, before I could begin though, she yanked me by the hair, throw me off of her, grabbed my hand and led me outside.

By this time the main part of "THAT" storm passes, but another one beginning, and I don't mean one by Mother Nature either. This was hurricane Eileen and she was a monster of a storm. She led me outside and to a clearing where my uncle planted some tall pines, to where we have picnics in shade. The rain still fell but now more like a spring shower, she laid me down amidst the green damp grass and took me into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down over my shaft, never taking her eyes away from mine the whole time. 

I had nothing to grab onto feeling this pleasure except for yanking some grass out by it's roots, I moved my hips to meet her mouth in unison. I felt the pressure starting to build deep inside of me, then as I yelled out her name the force was to much to bear, I released my load into her mouth, she choked trying to swallow it all, but she was determined to and she did. 

Then without moment to waste I took her onto her back and began to work over her folds of that wet slick cunt of hers, paying close attention to that little area between her arse and pussy, flick and suckling that swollen clit. as I did that I placed a finger inside her at same time, she was orgasming like mad. Finally I started fuck her again, we would roll over on top of one another, our hair soaked are bodies covered in moisture and the mud from the rain, but we did not care we wee together that is all that mattered, finally climaxing together, I filled her pussy with all the fluid I had left in me. Spent we just lay there taking in as sun started to peak through the clouds and rain ended. 

We scurried back to the camper, hoping no one would drive by to see us in that manner, grabbed our clothes and dashed it back to the House, to where we entered the shower...



Making Love Inside Her



Everything looked perfect. The room was dark, except for the reflecting neon signs from the buildings outside. I had a playlist running of some of your favorite music (Portishead, Sinead, etc...). Not loud, but just audible enough to punctuate the silence. All I had to do now was wait for you, Maxine. Even the name rolls off my tongue with desire.

Every second seemed like an eternity, until the knock on the door sent an adrenalin rush through my already sensitive nerve endings. I open to the door to see you, a vision of loveliness, sensuality personified. "Maxine, I'm so glad you could make it out, please come in" I say with a devilish grin. 

I offer you a glass of wine, hoping to relax you enough to be receptive to my wishes. You begin to gulp it down, seemingly stressed. "Oh Daniel, I've had quite a day. I worked out,then I had a great piano lesson. I almost forgot about tonight. I was all mixed up with life stuff, but then I remembered!." Then you look around the empty space.

"Where's the rest of the party?" you ask. "Maxine, I have to be honest with you. No one else is coming. There is no party tonight," I reply. Looking puzzled, you question me, "But I don't understand? I thought we were going to celebrate this big news of yours?"

The time has come to let you in on my long planned secret. "No Maxine, I'm sorry I lied to you, but I was afraid you wouldn't come over if you knew the real reason I wanted you here." You stand in silence until I can't hold it in any longer. "I want you Maxine. I want you in every way. I brought you here so I could seduce you, & make love to you the way you deserve to be made love to. Sexy, radiant, glowing, orgasmic."

I don't wait for an response. I reach forward & slip my hand behind your back, pulling you towards me. Our lips meet in a soft embrace. I feel your initial resistance give way & soon our tongues dance wildly within each others mouths. I could kiss you forever. Such an intimate act. Perhaps the most intimate. 

I open my eyes to see yours closed, lost in the moment. What must be going on inside that pretty little head of yours? As I start to shut my eyes again, our lashes begin to flutter against each other in a 'butterfly kiss'. We both laugh at this spontaneous act, lightening the increasingly heavy erotic mood. "Daniel, I had no idea you felt this way. I don't know what to say." I reply, "don't say anything, just come with me."

As I lead you to the bed, you sing along to the PJ Harvey song coming from the speakers. It's a song dripping with raw sensuality, & fits the mood perfectly. I begin to undress you, taking my time with each button Like deep, dark secrets from inside you, every little bit of your naked flesh reveals something new to me. Soon you are completely nude. A goddess of divine perfection.

Leaning you back onto the bed, we continue to escalate our lovemaking. I can taste the wine on the tip of your tongue. I don't drink anymore, but I'm drunk on something else this time. Something powerfully addictive that I need to express to you.

I need to taste you. With a slight prompt, your legs are completely spread. My head begins a long dreamed of journey. Beginning with soft kisses & licks to each of your thighs, my hand slips into your hand. I want to feel every squeeze in response to my actions. What you like, what you don't like. I want, no, I need to know what makes you happy. 

You scent becomes stronger & stronger as my teasing starts to have the desired effect. Your hips begin to buck, & soft whimpers escape your throat. I can see your wetness glistening, waiting for contact with more hot flesh. The rosebud of your clitoris begins to bloom, moving out into the open, needing attention. I can't wait much longer & with a sudden motion, my tongue laps flat with full force directly onto your clit & the hot steel of your piercing. 

You cry out in ecstasy with the sudden electric jolt of pleasure. Teasing you, I withdraw, letting you come back down to Earth before repeating this pattern for awhile. Our eyes have a chance meeting across your heaving chest & you smile in appreciation of the pleasure I'm giving you. 

I add one finger, then another into your soaking center. You buck instinctively, wanting to be filled. But first I want you to cum with my tongue lapping at you. I increase the pressure & focus of my licking on the hood of your clit. Your breathing intensifies. I can feel you on the edge. Your hips begin to lift off the bed as I feel your pulse in every throb of your coming orgasm. 

It begins with like a shock wave from the deep. Each spasm draws a scream of acknowledgment. Keeping my tongue pressed firmly on your clit, even through the violent chaos of your thrashing. Riding out each blast of pleasure, I would never, ever let go. Your juices flow freely all over the white sheets, and your pussy engorges to a beautiful blood red. I love watching the effects of orgasm on a women, and you are the most gorgeous of all.

After a seeming eternity, your breathing begins to return to normal, and the glaze in your eyes turns to a contented gaze. A puddle of satisfied flesh is the best description for the sight before me. However, just as I think you will rest blissfully, you surprise me. Suddenly, like a wild woman, you rip off my remaining clothes until I too am as naked as you. 

You pay immediate attention to my cock, which has been throbbing hard since the moment our mouths met. Your velvet lips engulf my shaft, & I struggle within. Against every fiber of my being, I stop you. "Maxine, there will be time for that, I want to be inside you."

"Oh Daniel. I want you too. I need you to make love to me now," you say. I push you back onto the bed & lay on top of you, feeling your heartbeat pressed against mine. The natural wetness between your legs make my entry extra slippery & easy. With each inch, our eyes lock closer & closer until I am all the way in. We rest for a minute, making out & letting the sensations wash over us. 

I slowly begin to thrust, increasing speed as passion overtakes me. You are mine now. Nothing could break this connection. Every once in awhile, I withdraw & rub my cockhead on your still swollen clitoris & ring, making you moan. Thrusting back in, our hands lock in embrace & we are as close as 2 people can be. You feel so full, and I feel like I'm floating. A blissful joining of 2 like minded souls.

"Fuck me doggy style," you don't ask so much as demand! Your wish is my command. Turning you over, dirty thoughts fill my mind as your perfect ass is right in front of me. Those taboo desires will be fulfilled later, unbeknownst to you now. So I line up my cock with your upturned slit and push forward., resuming our lusty fucking. 

I can feel your pubic bone grinding the underside of my shaft. That is the best part of this position for me. I reach down to stroke your clit, only to find your hand already there. "Alright! You go girl!" I declare, which makes us both giggle. 

Soon however, we become lost in our passion. Emotions & physical sensations blur together. My vision becomes foggy, words indecipherable. I can feel my release building. Whispering in your ear, I beg you to come with me. With a fevered pitch, our lovemaking goes up yet another notch into overdrive. A perfect fucking machine.

"Daniel, I'm going to cum," you say. "Yes baby, cum with me!" I reply. I can feel your contractions wrap vice-like around me. Like a thousand silk scarves rubbing against every nerve ending in my cock. With a final, desperate push I explode. A damn bursting from inside me. 

Hot, thick jets of cum coat the inner walls of your most inner parts. All the while you climax with a shriek, fingers furiously rubbing your clitoris. I thrust forward to get every last drop of my sperm out, emptying myself deep into you. The pleasure is almost too much to bare. Without question, the best orgasm of our lives. All too brief, but seeming forever.

Lost in a daze, I lay on your back, my cock shrinking still inside you. We have not an ounce of strength between us, & with a soft kiss, we close our eyes to sleep. I can make out a few faint whispers as you doze off, half in dreamland already. The only one I really catch is, "I feel like you just made love inside of me." I smile.



Making Love...Sucks



I married my High School sweetheart. Four years of necking and groping each other came to an end and there we were, at long last, free to "do it!"

"It" was what some might think of a wedding night to be. Romance, candlelight, lots of kissing and finally the act itself. Fucking. That's what I thought of it as...but my husband thought I was crude to say so verbally. He preferred 'making love' to me.

Being his new bride and still a virgin at the time, I went along with his way of thinking for quite some time. It would start out with kissing. Little smooches then some tongue action to follow. His hand would start to roam down my body. Softly touching, gently stroking my hair or back, maybe my shoulders. I would start to get hot and bothered and squirm in his arms, trying to rub up against him. Then he would whisper softly in my ear, "Slow down baby, let me make love to you."

So I had to hold myself in check and wait until he would finally get around to fucking me. And he did that in a nice guy kind of way too. It left me unsatisfied in the end. My urges held back made me bitchy. And our marriage was starting to suffer from my discontent.

Sometime I grew restless and paced around like a caged animal. My desires for a good, hard fucking driving me on. My husband couldn't or wouldn't understand why I wanted to be so 'crude,' as he phrased it. I would feel ashamed of myself for awhile then the frustration would mount again.

Finally I decided it was time to purchase some sex toys to give myself some release, or I'd just go nuts. I felt like a walking mass of horniness, oozing sexual vibrations via my, always damp, pussy. I was beyond being shy when I entered an 'Adult Store' I'd noticed on my drive to and from work. There were only two other cars in the parking lot, so I wouldn't have to deal with a lot of perverts, like myself, inside. 

I found a sexual wonderland inside that shabby looking little building. They had every kind of sex toy, aide, lotion, just to name a few, that a person could possibly want. Dildos that were the colors of the rainbow, black and of course flesh colored. I checked out everything they offered and it took quite some time to decide what I wanted. By the time I did decide and had paid for my new 'toys' it had gotten late. I was about an hour later then usual getting home. 

My husband had left a message on the answering machine, saying he wouldn't be home until about 10:00 pm, it was now 7. I smiled to myself and went into our bedroom. I laid out the items I had bought and changed from my work cloths into a sexy little number I'd had hidden away. 

It was one piece of black, stretchy lace, made as a thong with a big bow in the small of my back. The legs were cut high and it was crotchless. I put on black, spiky heels to help set the mood. I felt very sexy when I looked in the full length mirror in our room. I'm 5'1" tall, but the heels gave me a good four extra inches and making my legs look long. I shave my snatch, even though my husband didn't think it a healthy process, and through the black lace, it looked very edible indeed. My breasts are just enough as far as I'm concerned, my 36B's were plenty for my petite frame. I turned around, still looking in the mirror and checked my ass out. "Pretty nice ass ya got girlfriend" I said to my reflection then giggled. 

Just to be on the safe side, I went and locked the bolt lock on the front door so my nice guy would have to wait for me to open it. Now was not the time to surprise him with my toys.

Returning to the bedroom I lowered the light and turned on some music I found very sensual, they lay on the bed. As I listened to the music, I used my hand to stroke my already wet pussy. My fingers parted the velvety lips and rubbed up and down my slit. My other hand had gone to one of my tits and was cupping it and fondling the handful of breast. I rubbed my nipple and it quickly hardened and stood up. After a few minutes of this, I reached over and picked up the vibrator. It was about 7" long and I had to twist the bottom to bring it to life.

This was my first time to ever use anything to stimulate myself but I caught on quickly. My pussy lips quivered and my ass started to move on the bed. I found my hips straining up to feel the vibrator on my pussy. I was getting wetter too. My snatch was sopping with my juices. I reached over and picked up the dildo I'd bought. It looked like a real cock. A real, hard cock, veins and all! Holding the vibrator in one hand and against my clit, I slowly started to penetrated my pussy. My eager cunt swallowed it all up in no time at all and wanted more! I started to slide it in and out of myself. 

The dildo felt heavenly! I started to ram it in harder and harder, my hips jerking and thrusting to meet each insertion. My back arched as I moaned loudly in pleasure. I fucked my pussy like I'd always wanted it fucked. My juices were running out my pussy now and the dildo was slippery with them. I tossed it aside and grabbed the next item on the bed. The name on it had been "DynoDick" and they weren't kidding! 

Old Dyno was massive, a full 10 inches of toy cock! The head of it felt huge just inside my pussy's lips! I slowly worked in about six of the ten inches, slow because it was also very thick compared to what I was used to. My husband had always complained of how tight I was and now I could feel it myself. This just got me all the more excited. 

In no time at all, the large dildo was coated with my personal lube. I gasp when I lunged forward with it and buried the monster to the hilt with that one stroke. The cock had balls and I felt them slap against my upraised ass. I was making a keening sound now, it came from deep within my throat. My hips were grinding and pumping up and down on the bed. I kept plunging the big cock in and out with a steady motion. I loved it! It felt so fucking good in my hot little box. 

Planting my feet on the bed, I lifted my ass up and stuffed a pillow under me. Then I got the smaller dildo and position it so it was aimed at my puckered asshole. I'd never had a cock or anything else in there, so this was a virgin area.

Holding my breath, I let myself lower onto the waiting cock. I felt the head pushing against my asshole and pushed back on it harder and felt it pop through. I almost screamed out loud at the sudden pain it caused me. Instead I made myself relax and started fucking my pussy again. The vibrator lay off to the side so I retrieved it once more and rubbed it on my clit. 

While I fucked my pussy, I slowly pushed the small dildo into my asshole. The pain had subsided and was replaced by pleasure. It felt good to be filled with the two playcocks. I was moaning and tossing my head back and forth on the pillow. Now this was fucking! Sweat ran down my sides and pussy juice ran from my oh-so-wet cunt.

When I started to orgasm I lost control of my body. It started to fuck the dildos like an addict would go after his dope, in a frenzy. I was lost in the intensity of cumming for a long time. I'd never had an orgasm like that during my entire marriage! I was wild with my lust.

My body felt drained when I'd cum for the fifth time in little over an hour. I lay there for awhile, purring, then got up and put everything away in a safe place. Then I showered and went to make a light meal for my husband and myself. I felt like I was starving after my workout. I also felt more relaxed and comfortable then I had in a long, long time.

After that night, I found time to use my toys pretty often. My husband was amazed at my new attitude and didn't have a clue to what had changed it, he often worked late nights and this gave me plenty of time to satisfy myself, then later I'd let him make love to me. Now I could go through his 'love-making' with more calm and even enjoyed his tenderness a little more. I would have rather he had been wild in bed and would ravish me, but hell, he's a decent man and takes good care of our lives. 

As time went bye, I made many visits to the Adult Store to purchase new and wonderful 'toys.' I kept them in a big hope chest that was in our spare bedroom and kept it locked. Hubby thought it was full of mementos from my teenage years and never ask to look in it. And I believe the contents of that hope chest kept our marriage a good one!



Making Love: The First Time



The breeze was making her mad. The memory of his touch was still fresh. Now he was standing right in front of her- a man, her man, the man she had always wanted. She could feel his arousal as he slowly walked towards her, putting his arms around her, he lifted her up with his arms around her waist. Her thin skirt was flying with the wind heightening the sensation in her vagina. As he started to kiss her- nearly assaulting her with his mouth she felt the man holding her tightly.

He was kissing her neck and shoulders by the time her breathing returned to some normalcy after she broke the passionate kiss. His hands had moved to her hips and he was caressing them over her thin skirt, tugging and teasing the sides of her panties. 

While picking her up he could feel the ever expanding bulge in his trousers. She never needed to do much to arouse him, and now her scent was filling his mind. He knew he will have to fight a tough battle with his instincts if he had to make it enjoyable for her. He carried her into the main room in the cottage they had rented for their honeymoon. While carrying her to the room he was caressing her back and teasing her bra strap before finally snapping it open. Her moans were getting louder and louder, that she was enjoying every bit of this made his penis only happier. 

He put her down on the bed and she jumped to hug him- she wanted him to stay close. He responded by putting his hands in her blouse caressing her back and then lifting her open bra slightly and softly massaging her breasts, her reaction bordered on being violent she shrieked with pleasure and he responded by a deep kiss and flick on the nipples. Then he removed her blouse and kept on kissing her- this time continuous short kisses, so that she would not feel breathless enough to break the kissing. 

Then he laid her on the bed, this time she didn't hug him. She knew he was admiring her breasts- how she looked half naked, she enjoyed the admiring look in his eyes. But not for long, he was licking and sucking her nipples like a madman and her loud moans only egged him on to do it harder. 

He moved one of his hands on top of her skirt while still sucking her breasts. Lifting her skirt with one hand he started to caress her vagina over her panties- this nearly pushed her over the edge and all she could do was to scream his name over and over again. The moment he inserted his finger in her vagina it was drenched in her juices, his finger inside her vagina had brought her over the edge. Happy that he had aroused his bride so much, he moved his finger in and out she responded with moving up and down on his finger. Then he inserted another finger to see her response, he was not disappointed, her oohs and aahs rhymed with his finger movements. 

The look on her face was that of a sexually aroused woman, she was in the throes of orgasm and was grinding her hips on his fingers. He knew should flow any moment and when she did he moved closer to her and slowly slipped her skirt off her. She was now lying naked in front of him. He was conscious of his hardening cock but decided to fully prepare the virginal bride for the final assault.

He kissed her mouth gently softly sucking on her lips and moved southwards down her neck to her breasts. He loved the taste of her hard nipples but decided to go for the bigger prize- her wet, fragrant hot vagina. The touch of his tongue on her vagina told her that another orgasm was in the offing. He licked and sucked her vagina voraciously and she was moving her vagina against his tongue. 

He could no longer contain his bulge in his trousers. It had grown big- bigger than he had ever seen - must be her- so she should get it now and pushed it inside her red hot wet vagina- she screamed and for him the pleasure was beyond words. As he pumped into her vagina and flowed into it, he hugged her, took her into his arms and slept next to her with his penis sleeping in her vagina; it won't be a sound sleep he knew.



Making Love to a Nipple



She comes in. There's something about her. About the song in her walk and the smile in her chest. About the aroma of her being. About the puff of her ego. About her nipple.

Small, so incredibly tiny, hiding away in the darkness, lurching, waiting, conspiring, plotting. Patient. Living life in the shadows, hidden, on the edge, touching the edge, that small piece of fabric, a prisoner with threads of clothing as jail bars. Flirting with freedom, stretching beyond the bars for a breath of air, then retracting, too shy, too discrete, too familiar with the confines of society.

I imagine what it would be like, when it's finally unleashed. To grow. To roam. To dream.

Inviting. Protruding. Begging.

Like a small radio button that would make her sing. To gods. To me.

Twist it, raise the volume, sense the waves of desire stream in the air and reach the speakers. Hear the hymns, bask in the glory of control, float on the wings of angels. Transcend, beyond bodies and flesh, feel the ancient spirits channel through my hands, making melody. Rhythm and harmony.

Switch to the other channel, try lowering the volume, hear it raise instead. I feel the fragility of humanity, winning wars yet losing to a caress. To a concentration of the senses. To the five millimeters of difference between a dormant nipple and an aroused nipple.

And in those five millimeters, I glance at the world, at the towers that were risen, the skyscrapers that were built, the rockets that were launched, all in an attempt to make any distance as meaningful as those five millimeters, as powerful, as attainable.

I understand what it must be like for men. To conquer space, the moon and planets, yet fail to conquer a woman. Fail to make a nipple rise for five millimeters. Fail to take the summit of skin to the summit of arousal.

She will be my Himalaya.

I walk my fingers along the base of the mountain, gaping at the great white, knowing the challenge ahead. I start climbing the dome, feeling the cold rush through my limbs. Shivering at the prospect of what lies above. I visualize the goal, dream of the goal, until I see the goal. I don't run. I stroll casually towards it. Savoring the journey as I savor the trembles of the land beneath me. Rising and lowering with every breath, every gasp. I stand strong through its avalanches of sweat and shivers.

I plant my flag. Right on the tip. Where the skin folds into a tiny crevice. I plant my flag in that crevice, and stand on the edge, like I'm admiring a sleeping volcano. Knowing the lava that runs beneath. Knowing the risk of tampering with the dormant monster. Knowing it's a matter of time.

It's standing for attention, my attention. Inciting more touches, more caresses, more waves of desire.

I look at it, at the tiny freckles surrounding it, at the wrinkles in the colored skin that leads to it, and I suddenly realize that the little folds and the crevice look like a kiss. A tiny kiss, hidden where only a real lover would look. A kiss, that very few have been privileged to share. A kiss, that only reveals itself as a congratulating applaud for reaching the peak.

More sensual than the mouth kiss, more pure than the nether lips kiss. Transcending. A kiss from the Creator to mankind. Special. Different. Unique.

I want to be a part of it, to share it. I want to feel the love flow through it to me. I want to drink it. Absorb love. Grow it inside me. Make it blossom through millions of nerves and thousands of shivers. Capture it in a gasp, release it in a moan. And run, run all my life towards it.

I lower my head. She knows I'm coming for her, arches her back to meet me. There's something incredibly sophisticated about her, like royal blood flowing through her veins. But there's also something so primal about her ache, her starvation for me. Like she's getting her revenge for all the queens through times, for the centuries of nipples squeezed behind corsages, painfully stranded, concealed, unable to stretch freely.

I will make it count for her, I swear to myself.

It's close now, I could open my mouth and take it, in a flash. But it looks so special that I want to take my time. I part my lips and release a steady stream of air on it. Watch in fascination as the tip of the volcano trembles, see the air making waves within the little wrinkles around it, observe as it rises higher almost imperceptibly.

I smile, knowing I command it. I can make it stretch painfully and retract unfulfilled. I can make it dance beneath my touch. I can start the engine, feel the vibrations, shift the gear, and choose the pace. Accelerate, decelerate, take a turn, up the hill, down the valley, hear it roar.

I lower my head slightly again, open my lips so they form a protective siege around her nipple, without touching it. I inhale, sharply. Wanting to suck it into me by sheer force of attraction, to drink it, to own it, to conquer it. I feel the tip brush against my teeth. Knocking on heaven's door.

Open the door, let it in, let it bask in the delicacy of my inner heaven, let it bump across the teeth, slide on the wetness of the tongue, swim in my thirst for it, drown in the sea of desire that fills my mouth. 

I finally wrap my lips tightly against its base, desperately wishing there was a way I could bite it off, keep it with me. To own a nipple. Maybe put it in a small jar, dangling in a necklace, boast it as a trophy of my conquest, take it out when I miss its rounded slippery wonder, stash it again when I quench my thirst for it.

I slowly let it slide out, already missing its presence in me, yet revelling in the new sensation of feeling it against my lips.

You would think that doing the same thing over and over again would get boring, menial, repetitive. But in this case, it's not.

I take it back in, then let it out, savoring it like a never-ending lollipop. And every time I feel it against my tongue, I discover a new tremble, a new fold, a new taste, a new experience.

Sometimes, I bite it. Enough to make the pain course through the dormant nerves, tingling the other areas of her brain, provoking new chants to come out of her mouth. Then I release it and let my tongue heel it, lavish it with attention and caresses, help it through the recovery.

Not to let its twin sister feel neglected, my hand raises to it while my mouth perseveres on the task at hand. My finger and tongue are partying, ecstatic to be left in control of such beauty, such fragility.

And like the adjacent notes on a piano, every time I click one, I feel the other slightly tremble. The waves carry from the left to the right, through invisible strings of flesh and shivers. With melody, with the absolute divinity of the melody being sung.

I whisper, "call my name," then plunge in for one more breathless exploration of her nipple, one more twist of her twin, one more taste of her creamy vanilla skin. My ice cream cone.

I play her like a piano, like a violin, like a flute, like the drums. I play an orchestra with her keys, her strings, her holes, her sticks. I set the rhythm to Beethoven and feel my superiority to the gods as she stops screaming to them and starts screaming to me.

And as her pleasure courses beneath me, as her vulnerability dances with my pride, as the tango of skins, tongues, fingers and nipples slows down to the big finale, I feel love, unadultered, unchained, immeasurable, love.

I raise my head to see her quiver one last time. Then I notice the tiny kiss again, in the crevice of her nipple. Fascinating. Appealing.

For a second, I wonder how the Creator must love us all, to give us twice as many nipples as there are humans in this world. I'm flabbergasted. You'd think there would be twice as much love and passion in the world. Twice as much lust and happiness. Twice as much dances and songs.

I smile then go down to kiss it back. She belongs to me now. Her nipple belongs to me now. I don't need to bite it off to own it. I know I can make it stand in respect when I come into a room, I know I can make it bow to my every touch, I know that with the slightest lick, I can turn on the radio, arouse the volcano, start the engine, play the piano.

And as my lips touch its tiny lips, as my tongue explores the crevice one more time, I sense serenity float through me. Overbearing. Peaceful. Eternal.



Making Love to a Stranger



I had just sat down in the restaurant, when in walked this man gorgeous, never seen him before and I was more than just casually interested. Didn't know how I was going to get acquainted with him, I really wasn't worried about that just wanted to fuck him till I couldn't fuck any more. The restaurant was busy and the only seat left was a seat at the bar so as he walked past my booth I ask him if he would like to sit here and he took me up on it. 

I told him to sit on my side and we could talk, he sat down and hadn't been sitting long when my hand went to his crotch and wasn't long till there was a bulge my eyes almost popped out when I felt the size of the cock in his pants, and I felt my body go weak. He told me his name, it was Mark, and was trying to figure out how to get to the point of fucking. I just came out and said I have a good idea why don't we just go fuck our brains out I always wanted to fuck a stranger and I don't know you very well. He agreed it would be the best idea he had heard all day. So Mark and I went back to my motel room, I was traveling home to visit family and had stopped for the night, so this was the ideal place for some great sex.

We got undressed and laid down on the bed and started some passionate kissing and that got it all started. I told Mark how I loved to suck a cock and he was more than ready to see how I would do. I crawled between his legs, rubbed my tits on his balls and then I swirled my tongue around his cock and opened my lips to feed the fat cock inside my mouth, I love to suck your cock. I love it when that cock is nice and wet with precum and it slides inside my mouth. Got the head of that cock in my mouth and licked and sucked on it as if it was a fucking ice cream cone. While my right hand slowly crept down to Mark's balls, I caressed them and put each one in my mouth and sucked on it. I run my fingernails slowly down his chest and got light red marks going to his stomach, pressed a little bit hard but he didn't mind I could tell as he moaned softly. I'm gonna spank your nasty ass 'til you squeal like a pig Mark said so he rolled me over and spanked me and said I had been bad for leaving marks on him, he wasn't very gentle and hurt some. As I moved back up on the pillow, Mark's cock was really hard; my cunt was so wet and ready to be fucked. He turned on his side and placed his right hand slowly on to my tit as he caressed the nipple. He went from caressing my nipple to pinching it between his fingers that made my body tingle. Mark began kissing my body all the way down to my hot cunt making me let out a low moan as I felt his slippery wet tongue trail up and down the slit in my cunt. I was ready to come as he licked and kissed every part of my sweet wet cunt. Mark decided to spend the night after our evening of sex and so we cuddled up and got nice and cozy.

In the morning he awoke with a massive hard on so I knew we had to take care of that before the morning was over. We went and showered and was clean and smelling good, his cologne would drive anybody wild it was a woody smell like out in the country it was Wild Country by Avon and that drives me crazy I really like the way it smells. So I attacked him right there at the bathroom sink, seemed like a good place to start, he got hard so fast it wasn't long till we was back in the bed. The foreplay was just as good as last night and we made it last a long time. After a few minutes of heavy foreplay, I ask Mark to stop so I could cool off, just for a few minutes, but he didn't agree wanted me to cum as much as possible. So that was the first of several orgasms I had that day, he had me get on my hands and knees and said we could fuck this way since we hadn't done it that way. But before fucking he decided that cunt looked to good so he gave my cunt a few licks and sucked that clit, man he was good. Since the sex was so good I told him I would buy his breakfast and so we went to eat. The food wasn't as good as the sex I had got but needed the food pretty bad this morning. I had found out his name so if I come back thru I could look him up sure was a fantastic fuck that was for sure. He gave me his address and phone number and I gave him my cell phone number so we could find each other easy next time I was in town. 

So as I was on my return trip I came back the same way and called Mark and he was glad to come down for another round of mad passionate love, we used whip cream this time and that was something I hadn't done before, it was just as good as the first time. I usually only made one trip a year to visit family, but made 4 trips to visit Mark. If this lasts through Christmas and this is only March, I am going to ask him if he would like to come to my house for a weekend visit. Might just have to be a few days depends on his work.



Making Love To A Woman



I don't know how we found each other but we did. You look beautiful. Your long hair cascading over your shoulders and brushing lightly against your wonderful breasts. Your breathing caused them to rise slightly. I cant help but step back and take you all in. My eyes follow the lines of your body, the curves of your hips, the muscle tone of your legs your painted toenails. Your red pubic hair trimmed just right in a perfect triangle. I could stare at you all night, your beauty entrances me, but it isn't fair to leave you there waiting.

I walk to you, kissing you softly on the lips. I turn you around slowly and gently getting a great look at your perfect back leading to your rear end jutting out just the right amount. I kiss your neck and shoulders while caressing your lower back. Moving lower my kisses trail down your spine, now caressing your rear end. I feel your body shudder and I become even more turned on. I begin to kiss first your left then your right cheek, rubbing your legs the whole time. Moving down I kiss the outside and back of your thighs and then your calves.

I slowly turn you and gently lower you to the bed. I pull your left foot to my mouth and kiss every inch of it and then the right. I kiss my way slowly up your inner thighs, but as I get to your womanhood I just lightly graze my lips across your pubic hair. I work my way up and kiss your entire tummy. I kiss my way to your cleavage straight to your neck. Lavishing kisses on your neck then your face and lightly kissing each eyelid. I then kiss you tenderly wile lightly caressing each breast. I love the sigh that escapes you between kisses.

I move my mouth to your breasts. Kissing and sucking lightly in a spiral to your nipple. I take it in my mouth licking, kissing and sucking. I feel your breathing increase. I move to your other breast repeating the same spiral pattern. You taste amazing. I move back and forth between your two breasts and then press them together and suck both nipples in my mouth at the same time. I could make love to your breasts all night, but I must taste you further.

I trail kisses down to your inner thighs slowly parting them. I lightly trail my tongue from your clitoris down to your opening. I taste the first drops of moisture, you taste so good and I can't help but put my tongue inside you to taste all I can. With my upper lip I caress you clitoris causing you to push against me. I remove my tongue and slowly pull your clitoris into my mouth. I feel you grind against my chin. I want to make you happy, but every time I sense you are about to have your first orgasm I pull away from your clitoris. Plunging my tongue back into you. Lapping up every drop of moisture, then moving back to your clitoris, going back and forth till you beg me to let you release the pressure that has built up. I suck your clitoris while flicking it with my tongue. I feel you start to orgasm, so I put my tongue back in you while massaging your clitoris with my lips, feeling you orgasm on my tongue has me so turned on. When I am sure I have tasted all of your orgasm. I slowly move on top of you and while kissing you deeply I slowly enter you. I feel you wrap around me, you feel so good I have to be careful not to explode right now. I slowly pull almost all the way out and then slowly re-enter you.

I feel another orgasm building up in you, you tighten up around me, your breathing quickens so I speed up the pace. I feel you orgasm on me it is a magnificent feeling. I increase the pace but I am not ready to end this yet so as soon as your orgasm has subsided, I roll you over on you knees kissing your neck. You lower yourself onto your arms and I enter you from behind...Once again a slow pace to build you up to another orgasm. As soon as your orgasm starts, I lower you be flat on your stomach. As your orgasm continues I pick up the pace until I can take it no longer and I orgasm. It is the best I have ever had. 

I lower myself on top of you and kiss your back and neck while caressing your arms and hands. You roll over and we cuddle spoon style until we both fall asleep, until I wake up ready for more, You wake up with my tongue on your clitoris...



Making Love to His Wife



Author's note: This is a story about a man who enjoys sharing his wife with other men, as told from the perspective of the "other man." If you find this situation offensive or distasteful, please don't read any further.

This story may be read on its own, although it is also the third part of a trilogy. The first part is titled, His Wife's Boyfriend, and the second is titled Dating His Wife.

Over the next two weeks, Jake and Laura got together several times. Validating his earlier suspicion of her unspoken goal, they had sex in every room of her house: on the kitchen counter, in the guest bedroom, on a weight bench in their basement, and even briefly on the hood of a car in her garage. They even had sex in the back seat of her car, in a crowded parking lot at night. Thankfully, her tinted windows gave them enough cover to get away with it.

The following week, Laura announced that she wouldn't be able to have sex due to her "monthly visitor."

"Well, I hope I can still see you," Jake responded.

"Of course, silly!" she replied. "I hope you don't think our relationship is all about sex!"

Jake laughed. Although their relationship was certainly nontraditional, he had truly discovered a kindred spirit with this woman, and enjoyed spending time with her in any capacity. He valued Matt's friendship as well, and considered them both to be his best friends.

Jake sat at his desk in his home office that week, and received a text from Laura.

How's it going, stud-muffin?

He was having a rough morning, but she always had a way of making him smile. They had exchanged cell numbers shortly after meeting, and he enjoyed their little texting sessions. He even convinced her to text him a few naughty photos, which he cherished. 

"Horny as hell," he responded. It was the truth. Although it had only been three days since they had last had sex, he awoke with an aching hard-on. His plan was to take care of that himself after his noon conference call.

Aww, poor baby, she texted, mocking his condition. I'll take care of you soon enough.

"Promises, promises," he responded. 

They continued their text session until Laura announced that her break was over. She was working the breakfast shift at the restaurant. Jake went back to work, crunching data in support of a large initiative. A few minutes before his noon conference call, he walked downstairs to refill his water glass when he heard a knock at the door.

Laura stood at his doorway, looking rather cute in her waitress uniform. She wore a white, button-down top and a short black skirt.

"Surprise!" she exclaimed.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you still working?"

"Nope," she replied. "I'm off for the day. So I figured I'd come visit you."

"Well, I'm really happy to see you," he said, giving her a hug and kiss. "But I have a conference call that starts in about a minute."

"Perfect!" she said, and bounded up the stairs toward his office. She and Matt had visited him once at his home, to watch a football game together, so she was familiar with the layout. Jake wore a curious expression and followed her up the stairs. Laura crawled under his desk, looked up at him, and playfully patted his chair.

"You need to dial in to your call," she said as she began to unzip and remove his pants.

Jake sat in his chair, naked from the waist down, and dialed in to his call while Laura played with his hardening cock.

"You are such a bad girl," he said, and she gave him a naughty look.

"Yeah, I know," she replied, "but you like that about me."

Jake snickered in agreement, set his phone on a speaker setting, and laid it upon his desk.

"I put it on mute," he informed Laura, and she said something intelligible, as her mouth was full.

Before the call had even begun, Jake's cock was already fully engorged and throbbing inside of Laura's talented mouth. She had nearly his entire length in her throat, and she took great pleasure in bobbing her mouth and tongue over his shaft in slow and deliberate movements.

His dick was so sensitive that every touch of her soft lips and tongue sent pulses of pleasure straight to his brain. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, trying to quell the rising surge he felt at the base of his cock. It felt so incredible that he didn't want it to end so quickly.

"Jake? Jake, are you there?"

He was suddenly snapped back to reality, and realized that he hadn't been paying attention to his call. His manager's voice blared through the speaker. He frantically fumbled for the phone and hit the mute button.

"Sorry," he said with his voice cracking, "I was on mute. Err...can you repeat the question?"

Laura stifled a laugh. She was giggling so uncontrollably that her body shook his desk. Jake proceeded to give a generic answer to the question that had been addressed to him while Laura continued to play with his dick.

"Smooth," she said, once he had put the phone back on mute.

She resumed her slow and agonizing blowjob, taking him deep into her throat and back out again. Just when Jake felt an incredibly strong orgasmic surge building, she would stop and remove him from her mouth completely. She licked and sucked his balls for a while, and ran her tongue along his shaft and around his glans before putting it back in her mouth.

This slow torture was repeated again and again. Every time Jake was on the verge of exploding, she would stop and tease him with her tongue. His balls were constricted, and his cock head was practically purple in color. She seemed to know exactly when to stop each and every time.

"You're killing me," he said through gritted teeth.

"I'm just playing," she replied, and flicked her tongue over his balls again. "Just ignore me and concentrate on your call."

When she placed his cock back inside her warm, wet mouth, Jake put his hand on the back of her head and tried to force her down further. She removed his hand and took her mouth off his cock.

"If you do that again," she playfully warned, "then I'll never let you finish."

Jake sighed in frustration and slumped in his chair. The voices on the phone were droning on and on about issues that were of no concern to him. He realized that more than half an hour had passed. He had been subjected to this torturous blowjob for over half an hour!

His balls ached, and he felt light-headed from all the blood in his body having rushed to his groin. Laura continued to slowly bob her head in his lap. He felt that unmistakable surge build once again. There was no stopping it this time. If Laura was aware of this, she gave no indication, as she continued her slow pace and didn't remove her mouth as she had before.

The surge built quickly at the base of his shaft and he felt a ripple of pleasure pump through his shaft and into her mouth. He groaned loudly, and it took every ounce of self-restraint not to hold her head in place. Instead, he gripped the arm rests of his chair tightly as one orgasmic wave after another erupted from his staff and into her mouth. Incredibly, she never flinched nor broke her pace.

After what had seemed to be an extraordinary length of time, the last few spasms left his body. His dick was incredibly sensitive to the slightest touch, and Laura seemed to acknowledge this by easing some of the pressure of her tongue as she continued her slow pace over his shaft. He still felt as stiff as a board, although he had been completely drained.

He ran his fingers through her hair, and she emitted a joyful moan. She seemed to enjoy having him slowly soften in her mouth. He had never known any woman who would suck his cock for so long -- especially after he had finished. And he couldn't recall the last time a woman swallowed his cum. He found it incredibly arousing.

Finally, she removed him from her mouth and looked up at him with a sexy smile. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

"Mmm," she said. "That was fun."

It occurred to him that this had been the first time they had any sort of sexual contact without being watched. It was nice to cum inside her without having to put on a show for an audience. He rolled his chair back, and she slowly crawled out from under his desk, rose to her feet, and straightened her uniform.

"Thank you," she said, and gave him a kiss.

"Thank ME?" he responded. She simply smiled.

"You'd better get back to your call," she said. She gave him another kiss, and then walked down the stairs and out the door. Jake slumped into his chair, completely spent.

***

Although Jake would normally hang out with both Laura and Matt together, on occasion he would get Laura all to himself. He enjoyed their little "dates," as it gave him the opportunity to get to know her better. On their first date, he showed up at their door with a bouquet of flowers.

"It's corny, I know," he said as he greeted her. "But what can I say? I'm a corny, old-fashioned guy."

"It's sweet," Laura replied, smiling brightly.

"Hey, what's this?" Matt said as he came to the door and shook Jake's hand. "You're making me look bad, bro. I haven't bought her flowers in ages."

"Yes, you have," Laura protested. Jake just stood in the doorway, awkwardly.

He led Laura to his car and opened the passenger door for her. It was another old-fashioned gesture, and a relic from his dating days. He hadn't really dated anyone since his ex-wife, and fell quickly into his old comfort zone. Laura kissed him sweetly before entering the car.

They enjoyed a nice dinner together and laughed and chatted like old friends. Although they had only known each other for a couple of months, it seemed as though it had been a lifetime. They had much in common in their interests and their views on life, and the time passed quickly. After dinner, they returned to Laura's home, where they went straight for her bedroom.

***

Jake paced nervously around his hotel room. Not content to merely spend a dinner alone together, he had proposed to Matt and Laura to allow him to spend an entire night with her. He was surprised when they agreed so quickly. He had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. Finally, he would have her all to himself.

There was a knock at the door, and when Jake answered, the sight of her took his breath away. She wore a radiant smile, and had dressed provocatively for him in a short skirt and flimsy top. She hugged him warmly, and they shared a passionate kiss. She smelled wonderful.

Within moments, they had completely undressed each other, and Laura was on her knees in front of him, with his hard cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She removed him from her mouth, and began fumbling through her pants pockets, producing her cell phone.

"I'm sorry," she said, sheepishly, "but Matt wanted me to take some photos. Would you mind?"

"Even when he's not here, he's here," Jake grumbled, but then realized he was being selfish. "I mean, the guy is letting me be with his wife for an entire night, I guess it's the least I can do to return the favor, right?"

Jake took the cell phone from her, and snapped a few photos of her mouth on his cock from various angles.

He led Laura to the bed, and proceeded to bring her to orgasm with his tongue and hands. He had come to know her body so well that he could get her to that point with quickness and ease. He took a photo of her glistening pussy, and then positioned his cock at her opening. He snapped another photo as he entered her.

He set the phone aside, and brought her to a second orgasm by grinding his pelvic bone against her clit while his cock was buried deep inside her. After two orgasms, he figured it was now his turn. He spread her legs wide and began pounding hard and deep inside her. But she stopped him.

"Hold on a sec," she said. She had a naughty expression on her face as she leaned over to the nightstand and rummaged through her purse. She produced a small bottle of lubricant.

"Lube?" Jake said. "Baby, I don't think you need any lube. You're unbelievably wet right now."

"It's not for my pussy," she said, slyly. She flipped over onto all fours, with her gorgeous ass facing him. She squeezed a generous amount of lube in her hand, reached behind her, and rubbed it on her asshole. Jake watched intently as she buried a fingertip inside. His cock was throbbing at a 45-degree angle.

She handed the bottle of lube to him, and scooted back on the bed toward him, with her face buried in a pillow.

"Just go slow, okay?" she said.

Jake had never had anal sex before. He tried it once with his ex-wife, but it was a disastrous effort. He had to admit, the thought of fucking this married woman's ass was incredibly dirty and arousing. He spread a generous amount of lube over his cock head and shaft, and positioned himself at her anus. His dick looked ridiculously big compared to her tiny hole, and it was difficult to believe that it could possibly fit in there.

He took his cock in his hand and gently pushed forward. Laura gasped. He hadn't even penetrated her yet. Maybe this was a bad idea, he thought. But then she pushed herself back toward him, and his cock head disappeared inside her. She responded with a stifled moan into her pillow.

Jake was so excited, he wanted to pound into her hard and fast, but he was afraid he might rip her apart if he did. So he slowly eased himself inside her, inch by inch. When her body would tense, he would stop. Eventually, his entire cock was buried inside her ass.

"Are you okay?" he asked. 

"Mmm-hmm," she responded, muffled by her pillow.

He withdrew slowly, about halfway, and then pushed himself completely inside her once again. She seemed to relax a little. He could not believe how incredibly tight she felt. The feeling of having his cock gripped so tightly created an amazing sensation.

The visual image of his glistening cock disappearing into her tiny hole was so erotic, he realized that Matt would definitely want to see it. He snatched the phone from the bed.

"Does this thing have a video feature?" he asked.

"Mmm-hmm," was the muffled response.

Jake switched the phone's camera to video mode, and began recording as he continued to pump slowly in and out of Laura's ass. She suddenly became much more animated, and lifted her head from the pillow.

"Oh, yes!" she moaned. "Fuck my ass. Fuck my tight asshole. Give me your hard cock. I want it all the way up my ass."

Jake had noticed that Laura would get a lot more vocal when she knew Matt would be watching. After a few minutes of video, he put the phone down. When he told her he wasn't taking the video anymore, she returned her face to her pillow and continued moaning softly with each stroke.

As he felt his orgasm build, he couldn't help but pick up his pace. Her stifled moaning grew louder, and he couldn't tell if it was a moan of pleasure or pain. He debated whether he should unload inside of her ass, but ultimately decided that Matt would enjoy the "money shot" instead. So he pulled out and jerked off onto Laura's ass and back. It was a particularly large amount of cum, and it looked incredibly sexy. He snapped a few photos of his "masterpiece" before he collapsed onto the bed.

"Are you okay?" he asked, once again.

"Mmm-hmm," she replied, although no longer muffled by her pillow. "That was good."

"You enjoyed that?"

"The beginning is always more enjoyable. After a while, it becomes uncomfortable."

"Sorry I took so long. I was worried about hurting you. I've never really done that before."

"Ooh, did I take your anal virginity?" she said with a giggle.

"I'll get a towel," he said.

"Don't bother," Laura replied. "I'm going to hop in the shower."

She arose from her position, gave him a passionate kiss, and then walked to the bathroom with her back and ass glistening with his fluid. He joined her in the shower, and they shared a soft and sensual kiss and washed each other's bodies.

They enjoyed a pleasant day together, shopping and dining at a nice restaurant. After a few hours of dancing together at a club, they returned to the hotel, where they had sex again. It was somehow different this time, Jake thought. For the first time, the lights were out and they were under the bed sheets. It was much more sensual, sweet and tender. He finished inside her, and this seemed to bond them together in a way they hadn't experienced before.

They lay together for hours and savored this rare opportunity to enjoy each other's company alone and without intrusion. Sometimes they talked, and other times they simply caressed each other and shared soft kisses. Eventually, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

When they awoke the following morning, Laura pulled Jake on top of her and they had intercourse once again. They simultaneously experienced a powerful climax together.

"Oh my god," she said, breathless. "That was so incredible. I..."

Jake saw a look in her eyes that he hadn't seen before. It almost looked like panic.

"What's wrong?" he asked. His hard cock was still buried deep inside her, twitching, emptying the last remaining drops of semen from his orgasm.

"Nothing," she said, although it was clear that something was on her mind. Something had changed.

She gently pushed him away from her and walked into the bathroom. He could hear the shower begin, and he thought of joining her. But something told him she needed some time alone.

They parted ways in the parking lot of the hotel and shared a tender kiss. The following day, he texted her to thank her again for a wonderful date. Her response was brief, and she promised to text him later when she was less busy. More than a day passed, however, and Jake still hadn't heard from her.

As he worked at his desk the next day, he left his browser open in the background to the web site where he had first encountered Matt and Laura, hoping that one of them would contact him. The chime from his phone snapped him out of his funk. He had been staring at a spreadsheet filled with numbers that seemed meaningless to him, and his thoughts had drifted back to that hotel room. He had replayed the events of the evening and wondered if he had done something wrong. When he looked at his phone, his heart leapt when he saw her name appear on the screen.

Getting out of work now, she texted. Is it okay for me to stop by?

He eagerly responded, "of course." He quickly straightened up the house, and checked himself in the mirror. He decided to brush his teeth, and had just finished when the doorbell rang. She stood at the door, wearing the same cute waitress uniform she was wearing the last time she had visited him in the middle of the day. His dick involuntarily swelled in remembrance of that day.

He invited her inside and gave her a warm embrace. He noticed that her return embrace wasn't nearly as warm as usual, and he sensed that something was definitely amiss. When he looked into her eyes, he noticed that they were beginning to glisten and redden. Before he could ask what was wrong, she spoke.

"So, we need to talk," she said.

"Uh-oh," he said with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. "That's never good."

Her expression didn't change.

"Remember when we all first met, and we told you that we don't really have any rules in terms of this arrangement?"

Arrangement? he thought. That was an oddly formal term to use. He nodded his head.

"Well," she said, and her voice became unsteady. "I have a rule. It's my rule, and my rule only. Matt doesn't even know about it. And I've never had to use this rule before. But I do now."

Jake's mind raced with confusion. What could be the problem? What had he done wrong? A tear welled in her eye and cascaded down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away with her fingertip, and she swallowed hard.




Making Love to His Wife



"When we first got into this, I told myself I would only do it if it were only about having casual sex and fun. And I promised myself that if I ever began to feel any real feelings for someone that was more than that, then I would end it."

Jake didn't want to believe what he was hearing. He shook his head, and felt a lump forming in his throat.

"I've fallen in love with you, Jake," she continued, as another tear streaked down her cheek. "And I'm sorry, but that can't happen. Matt is my husband, and I love him with all my heart. I can't be with you anymore."

"You don't have to do this," Jake protested. It was painful to speak through his constricted throat. "We can all still hang out together. We don't have to have sex anymore."

Laura shook her head.

"You know that won't work," she said. "You know it."

He did know it. He could not be in the same room with this woman and keep his hands off of her. And he couldn't deny that he felt something for her that was more deeply emotional than pure sexual attraction. He truly cared for her in a way that he never thought -- nor wanted -- to feel about a woman ever again.

"Good-bye," she said, and left Jake standing in the hallway, frozen on the spot.

He returned to his work desk and slouched into his chair. It wasn't supposed to be this way, he thought. He was only looking for a casual sex partner. How did this happen?

He was startled by the "ping" from the chat application from his web site. His heart leapt, thinking that it might be Matt. Maybe he would have some solution to this problem. Maybe he was okay with his wife being in love with another man. Jake quickly flipped to the chat window and read the incoming message.

Hey, how's it going?

It was from a user named "sxycpl4u". The icon indicated that it was a couple.

Jake paused for a moment and stared at the screen. He clicked the little red "X" in the corner, and the window disappeared.



Making Love to Lisa



"Come to bed," you say, and I am more than ready to comply. I've been hot for you-- for your words on a screen-- for months now. We've cum together and apart with each other's words for company. You've told me how you've fantasized about me, and I, about you, but it's all been just words, just imagination until now. You open the door, and with your hand on my ass, propel me forward. 

As my eyes adjust to the light, I look at you. You smile, and as I follow your gaze I see we're not alone. She's here-- your wife, sleeping. I watch her chest rise and fall beneath the sheet and I look back at you, stepping back towards the door. 

You catch my wrist and you say, "Please. It's alright. We all want this." I wonder if the straight girl in the bed wants the same thing I do-- I doubt it-- but then I see your face in the shadow, and the expression brings a flush to my cheeks and heat between my legs. Your free hand reaches out and pulls the sheet down past her shoulders, to the top of her breast. I follow the sheet's progress with my eyes, willing it down, waiting to see those breasts you've praised so many times. You pull me closer to you and to the bed, and bring our hands together to the sheet and I understand now. I'm the one to pull it back. I'm to make this choice, but she's already made hers. We are to share you, but I wonder does she know how much I want to share her, with you?

It only takes an instant. I sit down beside her on the bed, and glancing up at you, I reach out again. My fingers brush the curve of her shoulder, and ease the sheet down over the soft rise of her breast. The warmth of her skin pulls me closer to her, and I lie down beside her, watching her, waiting for her to wake. I look down at her breast, so round and full, and look up into her eyes wide on my own. In one of those moments where I know I'm holding my breath, we regard each other. She smiles, and I breathe again. I am comforted by the sudden warmth of your weight laying down behind me, and I watch, fascinated, as you reach over me and take her hand, holding me between you. 

Time passes like this, until I notice a change in your breathing, a little glow in her eyes. You press up behind me, and I feel the length of your cock against me. You push me forward, towards her and towards what I've been waiting for, and I am leaning into her lips. Our kiss is soft, our lips barely parted, until I feel her tongue touch mine and I let free a moan. My hand reach up to hold her face as we kiss each other deeper, learning one another. Her breath is hot and tastes of sleep and her tongue is firm and deft against mine. We exchange information until we are satisfied with what we know and my hands drift down to hold her breasts against my own small mounds. Hands reach around me, pushing up my shirt, unhooking my bra and easing things aside. Our breasts meet and she gasps into my mouth. I bite her lip and tease her, arching my back to push our breasts together. I hear you moan behind me, and feel you move away for a minute, and when you return I feel your heat more clearly. Knowing you're naked, feeling your cock against my leg at the edge of my skirt, only makes me kiss her harder, press against her as if she can feel you, too. She seems to know, reaching down to push away the sheets, sliding my skirt up as her fingers travel along my hip. My hands start a frenzied drawing along her curves, racing down her breast to her waist, pressing into the softness of her hip, circling around to grasp her ass and pull her into me. I feel you watching us, your two women, touching and tasting each other. Your cock taps out its insistent approval against me and I can feel your wetness on my skin.

When I pull back from the kiss I look down at her. "She is so beautiful," I think. 

"You are so beautiful," you say, and I wonder which of us you mean. She is so soft. I slide down against her, licking down her neck and tracing her collarbone with my tongue. Propped up on an elbow I nuzzle against her, taking one nipple in my teeth, on my tongue, sucking it in until I feel her breath catch and quicken. I knead and squeeze and suck and then turn my attentions to her other breast, taking her nipple in my mouth as deep as I can, like a tiny cock. She moans, and it is muffled as you lean in to kiss her. I move my hands down between her thighs, parting them, bending her knee up and opening her to me. I smell her and am hungry. My fingers run along the outside of her lips, her pussy already open and my fingers catching drops of her in their slide. Lowering my head I kiss her thighs and regard her beautiful cunt. I dip my tongue into her wetness and lick up along her lips to her clit, where I lap with the flap of my tongue until it comes out to play. Her hips buck and I know she's kissing you, hard. My fingers ease inside her, drawn in by her wetness, and her hips push into my lips. I curl my fingers up and in, and start to fuck her in earnest. I hear her moaning into your mouth, I hear your swallowed sounds. My pussy clenches in response, and as if in answer her hips start to thrust faster against my tongue, my lips, my fingers. I feel her start to shake, then all rhythm ceases and I'm holding on for dear life, she's cumming down my chin and I am moaning into her pussy.

After what seems like forever it's quiet except for our three breaths, and then I hear you. " Please," you moan. 

A pause, and she sighs, "Yes," and before I know what this might mean I am flipped onto my back, my legs thrown back and up against your shoulders and you are inside me. I have no need for kisses or sweet touches, I am gaping open and dripping for you-- for you both. You push into me so hard I am forced up along the mattress, and she and I are face to face. She watches me, and I feel her hand each out to cup my breast, to squeeze my nipple. I turn my head and we watch each other as you're fucking my pussy, pounding into me harder and harder and suddenly I'm cumming, squirting out around your cock and I close my eyes and ride the sensations of this cock inside me, these eyes on my face as I cum. You groan, and I feel you pull your cock out of me and splatter me across my chest and belly, and I open my eyes to watch her climb up to kiss you, hold you. My hands run through the cum that covers me, and I close my eyes. 

"Thank you," I think.



Making Love to My Daughter



The room was fairly dark when I opened the door, and the faint illumination of the night light from behind me in the hall helps me get my bearings while my eyes adjust.

I can see her - the object of my affections and the love of my life - laying on her back in bed. She's smiling and I can tell she's waiting for me. Such a sweet smile and such a cute pudgy face, it would be impossible not to love her.

"Hi Annie," I say softly, even though there's nobody else in the house.

"Hi Daddy," comes the answer from the girl in the bed.

"Feel like some company?" I ask, and after Annie giggles she pulls the sheet down for a second.

Even in the semi-darkness, in that brief flash I can see that she's naked, and after I close and lock the door behind me my pajama bottoms are already at my ankles. I crawl under the sheet with my daughter and we hug, our naked bodies coming together in a loving embrace.

If you, dear reader, are already offended, please read no further, because this is not your average love story, even though it is definitely a love story. A story of a very lonely middle-aged man and his very lonely 18 year old daughter, and while they had always adored each other, the love had only become physical over the last month.

***

My name doesn't really matter. Daddy will do, since that's what I am and what my lover calls me. I'm a 48 year-old man who has a decent job and a nice split-level ranch in a suburb of the state capital.

I also have a wife, supposedly. Tonight she's out doing her thing, and while that's not the way I wanted it to be, that's the way Claire said it would play out. I had become boring to her, and finally a couple of years ago she told me that she wanted a divorce.

"Let's face it," she told me. "This isn't working and hasn't been for a long time. I'm seeing someone. Someone who gives me what I need."

This wasn't news to me exactly, since the bedroom had been the coldest room in the house for quite a while, but what did surprise me was that this man she was seeing wasn't the first. Not by a long shot, and Claire seemed to delight in telling me that fact.

I pleaded for her to change her mind, if not for my sake, then for our daughter Annie. Having grown up in a broken home, I knew what that does to a child, and I didn't want my little girl to go through what I went through.

Since at the time Annie was 16, Claire relented, agreeing to stick around until Annie graduated from high school. Then, after Annie would be headed off to college, Claire was going to be out of here. That was alright with me, and so was Claire's final declaration.

"If you want to, feel free to sleep with whomever you want to," Claire said, and I guess that was because that was what she would be doing.

***

The two years went by fairly quickly and painlessly, although Claire made that easy by not being around much. I found myself doing a lot of things that a girl's mother should probably be doing, even taking Annie to go shopping for her senior prom dress.

She looked so womanly in that dress, her creamy white skin contrasting with the deep blue satin, that I got emotional at seeing how stunning she was, at least in my eyes. Annie was worried that the dress made her look fat, and even kidded with the saleswoman about that.

"I know everything makes me look fat, because I am," Annie said, shaking her dark brown hair so it fell over her shoulders. "But does this look worse than the other one?"

"You look beautiful," I said in unison with the saleswoman, and while the clerk might have had a commission as a reason to say it, all I had was my honest opinion.

Sure, Annie had a bit of a weight problem most of her life, and being in the same house as her skinny mother didn't help things, but it wasn't like she was morbidly obese or anything.

Annie was about 5'3" and probably near 140 pounds, which meant she was about 30 or so pounds overweight. The dress did show a lot of skin, but while her shoulders and arms were plump, they were solid and shapely.

The dress also seemed to minimize what Annie was most concerned with, which was her rear-end. Annie was a bit pear shaped, and when the saleswoman had taken her measuring tape out I happened to notice that my daughter had a 38 inch bust and measured 44 inches around the hips.

"What do you think, Daddy?" Annie asked, posing both for me and for the mirrors that surrounded her, while the saleswoman waited on someone else.

"It, and you, look beautiful," I said, my eyes taking in the vision of my little baby who was all of a sudden every grown up.

"Don't worry, I'll shave before the prom," Annie said, blushing when she noticed that my eyes had drifted to her underarms while she posed with her hair pulled up.

Annie always thought that she had a hair problem, and when she raised her arms I couldn't help noticing that the entire surface of her fleshy armpits were covered with a dense five o'clock shadow. 

"I'm not worried," I mumbled, blushing as I turned my gaze away.

"I don't want to scare Tim completely away," Annie snickered.

"Tim is so beyond lucky that it isn't funny," I added, thinking about the burly guy that was going to be my daughter's date to the prom.

The kid seemed okay. having met him once before. He wasn't a football star, but had made the team, and while he might have seemed like a bit of a doofus, at least Annie had a date, and that was something she had been worried about all year.

Annie's senior prom came and went. She seemed to have a good time, and was even out later than her mother that night. The next day Annie said she had a great time, and I never thought much more about it, although she didn't have any more dates with Tim, or anybody else for the rest of the school year.

***

Annie grew very distant in the months right after the prom, and I was starting to get a little nervous, even though I was getting used to the occasional mood changes of a woman still in her teens.

Then, all of a sudden, Annie went back to being Annie, all bubbly and upbeat. A couple days later, I was heading off to bed when I heard sobbing coming from Annie's room. I knocked on the door and went in after Annie called out to me.

"What's wrong baby?" I asked.

"Nothing," Annie assured me. "Really. I'm actually very happy."

"You didn't sound it," I said.

"My period," Annie said, and then after giving me a strange look, asked if she could talk to me.

"Sure," I said, cuddling up to her and running my hand through her hair.

"I would talk to Mom but she's so like not here, even when she is here," Annie said, and I sensed that she felt uncomfortable in speaking to her father about something that seemed like it might be personal, so she reached over toward the night table. "Here. Maybe this will help."

Annie had reached over and turned out the light, leaving us basking only in the dim light of the moon that came in through the curtains.

"Like a confessional now," Annie giggled. "Well, I got my period a couple of days ago."

"I know that makes women emotional," I said.

"It wasn't the period that made me goofy. It was because I had missed my period last month," Annie said, adding, "I never missed one before. I thought I was - I'm sorry Daddy."

"It's alright, baby," I said, holding Annie as she cried on my shoulder. "It's okay."

"I never did it before," Annie said. "I swear. Just one time."

"The prom night?" I asked, and felt Annie nod.

"I told you you were beautiful in that dress," I said, trying to make light of a tense situation, and through her tears I heard Annie giggle a bit.

"I love you so much Daddy," Annie whimpered, and all of a sudden I felt that I had to get out of that bed.

"I had better go now, kitten," I said, but Annie held on tight to me. 

"Stay Daddy," Annie pleaded. "Please."

"Have to go to bed," I said.

"There's nothing for you in there," Annie whispered. "Even if she was here. I know."

"She told you?" I asked.

"She hardly talks to me, at least not like she used to," Annie explained. "It wasn't tough to figure out what has been going on all along, so please don't leave. Hold me. I love you so much, and sometimes I think that we're all each other have."

I started to get choked up, unable to even attempt to speak, and when I felt my daughter's hand slipping through the fly in my pajamas I neither moved or protested, and simply let her fingers wrap themselves around my cock. The first hand that had touched my cock besides my own in so long, and to my shame, I was hard.

"Here, Daddy," Daddy said, her left hand taking my hand under the sheets while she stroked my cock gently with her right.

My hand was brought under Annie's nightie and right to her pussy. Annie had so much hair between her legs that it felt like a forest, but one that was so soft and fluffy that my fingers slipped right through the bush and into her opening, which was wet.

"Annie," I whined, my body tensing as I started to tingle.

"It's okay, Daddy," Annie said. "Cum for me. Cum good for me."

I was already doing just that. My entire groin tingled as my cock erupted in my daughter's hand. I buried my head into Annie's neck as my seed spurted into my pajamas in what felt like an endless staccato, while my body quivered and shook with the force of my orgasm.

Then I groaned as Annie's touch went from gentle to frantic, yanking on me and causing me to start cumming again a little. Annie had been riding my hand while she had been stroking me, and now she was cumming too, both of us quivering and shaking as we rode our orgasms out.

Finally, our bodies relaxed, and Annie was now holding my limp dick in her cum filled hand while we sobbed against each other.

"I love you Daddy," Annie said. "Please stay here with me tonight."

I did, remaining even after Claire staggered in after midnight. I finally left my daughter's arms as the sun came up to go in to take a shower and then head off to work without waking anybody up.

***

I had a guilt-filled day at work, and for the first time in my life actually dreaded seeing my daughter when I got home. We were a little awkward at first, and dinner with Claire there was uncomfortable as well, but when Claire announced after dinner she would be heading to a business meeting in a while, Annie looked up at me.

"Come to my room tonight, Daddy," Annie whispered in my ear as we cleared the table.

I didn't answer because I wasn't going to, for fear of what might happen, and even after Claire left I fought the urge. In the end, I gave in, and found myself tapping on the door.

"I was worried that you weren't going to come," Annie said after feeling me snuggle behind her, spooning up next to her warm and full body.

"I wasn't going to," I admitted. "I'm scared."

"Me too Daddy," Annie said. "Just keep holding me like you are now."

In seconds my cock was hard and had managed to find the way out of the pajama fly. My hand, which had been softly rubbing Annie's shoulder, had slid down to her hip and worked the nightie up to her waist.

"Ooh, that feels nice, Daddy," Annie gasped when she felt my cock pressing between the cheeks, the underside of my erection laying in the soft valley. "You're so hard."

"Tell me about your prom, kitten," I asked, slowly grinding into Annie's backside. "After the prom, I mean."

"You sure you want to hear this?"

"Yes," I said, my hand sliding slowly and deliberately up from her hip. "Tell me how it happened."

"A bunch of the guys chipped in to rent a room at the Best Value over on Central," Annie explained, and as she spoke my hand slid around to cup her breast through the nightie. "Not very big are they? Wish my boobies were bigger, like my butt."

"They're perfect, baby," I assured her, my hand kneading the grapefruit-sized globe and feeling the thick peg of her nipple burn my palm as it swelled.

"We were third to use the room, and while we were waiting we made out in the car," Annie said. "By the time it was our turn I was really - you know - horny."

"What did you do in the car?" I asked.

"You know. Stuff."

"Did you go down on him?" I asked, and I could tell that my question surprised Annie, and I couldn't believe I was asking her such a thing. "It's okay. You can tell me. I'm not mad or disappointed at all in you. I really was your age once, you know."

"Yes. I did. I took his cock out and went down on him"

"Was that the first time you sucked a boy's cock?"

"Second," Annie confessed, making me curious about who the first one was, not having ever noticed she had been seeing anyone. "Then it was our turn to use the room. I was so scared, and it all happened so fast. The next thing I knew my dress was bunched around my waist and Tim was fingering me. It took him forever to get his condom on, and I kept getting more and more scared."

"Did you bleed?"

"No, I had taken care of that with something last year," Annie said, her hips starting to grind back into me. "Finally, Tim gets the condom on and he's on top of me. It only lasted a minute but he made us stay in the room for fifteen minutes afterward so everybody else didn't know how quick he came."

"Did it hurt?"

"Yes. It hurt. Hurt a lot," Annie said. 

"Why? Was he big? Was that why it hurt so much?"

Annie didn't say anything, but I could hear her breathing get heavier and was grinding her breast into my hand while her plump butt did the same.

"He was bigger than I am, right?" I asked. "It's alright. I'm used to hearing that. You already know about how small I am - from last night."

"You don't have a small dick," Annie protested, reaching back and grabbing it, stroking the length of it while I moaned. "Tim's isn't that much longer than yours."

"But Tim's was thicker," I suggested. "Probably a whole lot thicker, which was why he had trouble with the rubber. Right?"

"Yes," Annie admitted, setting my cock back where it had been resting. "Tim's dick is really fat. I could hardly get my mouth around it in the car, which is why I got scared. I didn't know a guy's cock could be that big around. The head of it was like a plum."

"You must have been really tight for him," I wondered aloud.

"I guess that's why he couldn't control himself. When it finally started to feel good for me he came. He got up off of me, and then we saw that his dick had ripped through the condom, all the way down the side, and his cum was inside of me."

"At least you aren't pregnant," I said.

"You aren't mad at me?" Annie asked, and when I said no, she added, 

"Of course not," I said, kissing the back of her neck and squeezing her tightly to my body.

"I love you, Daddy."

"And you know how I feel about you, kitten," I said softly in her ear.

"Yes, I know," Annie said. "That's why I want you to make love to me."

***

Annie's hand was still wrapped around my cock, but wasn't stroking it, just holding it firmly as I breathed on her neck. I couldn't do what she wanted me to do, and not because of the guilt, because they way my cock was throbbing left no doubt my conscience was not bothering me all that much.

It was more a case of my insecurity about what Annie was holding. My penis. It had been something I had fretted and worried about my entire life, or at least since I was made aware of my inadequacy by my first steady girlfriend.

After we broke up she - Jill Traynor was her name - had told me that I was crap in bed, and had always faked cumming. She was probably lying just to hurt me, but since she was my first I took it really hard, especially her parting words.

"Fucking needle dick," Jill spat out. "Screwing you was like getting fucked with a straw."

That was the first time I had ever thought about the size of my cock, but if Jill was trying to hurt me, that comment had managed to do it, causing me to spend much of the rest of my life worrying about it.

I read books on the subject, and measured myself to try and determine how right Jill had been. Right way I knew that the length wasn't the problem, because when I was erect my cock was just short of 7" long, and I learned that not only was that considered a decent length, in fact it was a bit longer than the average.

The problem, as Jill had so crudely pointed out, was the thickness, or lack thereof in my case. My cock wasn't even close to having the 4 to 5" circumference that the medical books indicated was the norm, and in fact was closer to half of that. When I saw guys in porn movies, none of them were built like me at all. None of them had cocks that resembled a hot dog in thickness.

Claire had been a virgin when I had met her, and things were just great for most of our marriage. It wasn't until she fell out of love with me that my old insecurities came back in full force. I was convinced that the reason she didn't want me was due to my cock, even though she had never come right out and said it.

So know here I was, breathing down my daughter's neck with a raging hard-on, and all I could think about was Annie in that motel room with that doofus with a big fat cock tearing up my baby's virgin pussy, while my skinny penis was laying between Annie's plump buttocks.

***

It was something I had always wanted to do, but Claire would never let me have her that way. I had found myself looking at my daughter in her tight jeans on more than one occasion at what Annie had always considered extra baggage and had been self-conscious about.

"I want to make love to you too, Annie," I said. "More than anything."

I kissed my way down Annie's neck while rolling her onto her stomach. My daughter seemed confused but made no effort to stop me as I worked her nightie up while my mouth went down her back.

Annie's ass was right in front of my face now, her chubby cheeks full, round and inviting. While I licked around her tailbone my hands were spreading those buttocks, releasing the feral aroma of her wet pussy.

My eyes had adjusted to the semi-darkness well enough to let me see her clearly as I worked her legs apart as far as I could. Her thick bush grew down past her pussy and up between her legs, and her anus was surrounded by a ring of dark brown hair.

I found my face moving on auto-pilot, working in between her ass cheeks until my mouth was right there. My tongue licked the hairy orifice, and I was pleased when my especially hygienic daughter proved to be immaculate down there as well.

"Daddy!" Annie hissed, and for a second I feared she was going to make me stop, having been revolted by my behavior, but the way she was grinding her pussy into the bedding dispelled that notion, as did her exclamation, "Omigod!"

Hanging onto to Annie's fleshy hips, I got bolder still, letting my tongue dart inside her puckered ring, and that made Annie squeal, causing her to reach back and help me spread her ass ever further apart.

If I had ever seen another father doing this to their daughter, I would have been disgusted, which made my behavior all the more puzzling to me. My guilt was overwhelmed by my throbbing cock and pent-up emotions, however, which explained why my finger replaced my tongue, and then had me mounting Annie with my long, slender prong in hand.

I should have used some kind of lubricant, but there was no time to go hunting around. I had to have Annie's ass, and hoped that my tongue would provide enough to let me inside of her anus.

Annie cried out when the acorn head of my dick pushed inside of her balloon knot, and she let out a wail when I pushed more of my cock into her ass. 

"So tight," I groaned as my dick squeezed into Annie's virgin rectum, never having felt anything like this before.

Annie's cavity seemed as hot as an oven, and was so inviting that I found myself pushing further and further until I had fully impaled her. Annie was clawing at the sheets and pillows, either from pain or pleasure, or maybe from both.




Making Love to My Daughter



At that moment, I didn't care. I had mounted my daughter like an animal and was humping her hard. It was so warm and tight that I feared I would cum right away, but I managed to last longer than I had even hoped.

When the end came and I could hold back no longer, I let my dick spurt my seed deep into Annie's rectum. Either the twitching of my member or the sensation of my cum made Annie's body jerk in response, and it was only after my dick began to slither out of Annie's bottom did I speak.

"Are you okay, kitten?" I asked, finally lifting my body off of my daughter.

Annie rolled over, looking at me with a dazed expression.

"Can't believe you did that," Annie gasped just before reaching up and smothering me with kisses, swirling her tongue around my own, even after what I had just done to her. "That was so awesome."

"You liked it too?"

"Omigod! Didn't you hear me cum?" Annie exclaimed.

"I was too - gone myself," I explained. "I never did anything like that before."

"Me neither, obviously," Annie told me. "Your dick felt so good in my ass that I couldn't believe it. And your tongue? Wow! I'm glad my fat ass is good for something."

"It's not fat," I said, tickling Annie's ribs and making her giggle. "It's a great butt."

"Okay then," Annie said. "If you can call my butt great, then I can call your dick great too. Deal?"

"Deal."

***

The next night, I came into Annie's room and we repeated the previous evening's activities. This time, I was able to tell when Annie came, helped along by her fingers working on the other side of the membrane I was poking into. As we held each other tightly afterward, Annie asked me a question.

"Daddy, how come you don't want to have me - you know - the regular way?" Annie asked. "Is it because my pussy is so hairy? I can trim it, or even shave it if you want."

"No, that's not it at all kitten," I said quickly, letting my hand slide down and rake through the thick bush that covered her delta. "Remember, I'm an old man, and back in my day women were allowed to have hair down there."

"I had trimmed it before the prom, so Tim wouldn't be grossed out," Annie explained. "But it grew back so fast, and since he kinda dumped me after that it seemed like a waste of time."

"I think it's wonderful," I assured her.

"Then why don't you want to make love to me like that?"

"I don't know. Guilt, maybe?"

"Daddy, if you're worried about crossing a line or something, I think that putting your tongue and dick in my ass probably obliterates any boundaries that might have existed."

"I guess you're right," I agreed. "Tomorrow night?"

"Goody!" Annie said. "What so great is that there's so much we haven't done yet. That doesn't mean I haven't loved what we've done the last couple of nights though."

"Same here."

"Do you really like it?" Annie said. "Licking me down there?"

"Yes," I said honestly. "I had never done it before last night, but after I started - I have to admit I'm hooked. It's just so nasty and wrong that it turns me on."

"Get up," Annie said. "On your hands and knees."

***

I assumed the position that Annie had requested of me, knowing full well what she was about to do, yet when I felt her hands grab my balls and start to knead them, and could sense her breath on my puckered ring, I was still shocked.

"Oh!" I groaned as Annie's tongue first dabbed at my anus, and then poked inside, causing my whole body to shudder. "Can't believe this."

Indeed, the sensation was so unlike anything else that I couldn't control myself. The minute Annie's hand left my dangling nut sac and reached up to grab my cock - a cock so hard that it was curling up to my stomach, I came.

My cum spurted out onto the bedding, but even when I stopped cumming, Annie kept at it, still pulling on my now-flaccid tube while her tongue probed as deep as it could. I felt like Annie was milking me, the way her hand stretched out my limp dick to the maximum, and the way I was feeling, I knew that I would be able to get it up again pretty soon.

When I felt my cock begin to stiffen once more, I crawled out from my daughter's clutches and put her on her back, climbing on top of her.

"Did I do okay, Daddy?" Annie asked. "Did I lick your asshole good?"

"Omigod yes!" I gasped, smothering Annie with kisses, and we practically devoured each other's tongues as we ground into her each other. "It was the most amazing thing I ever experienced."

"I liked doing it just as much as getting it," Annie said.

My cock was semi-turgid, and as I gently rested myself on Annie, I rubbed my cock into the hairy delta between her legs. The hair was so thick and dense and inviting around my cock that I kept getting harder each second.

"I was going to shave - or at least trim my pussy hair for you," Annie said as she ran her hands through my scalp while I buried my face between her titties.

"Please don't - don't ever. Not for me at least," I gasped, nibbling her plump nipple. "I love hairy pussies."

"Even one as hairy as mine is?"

"Especially one this hairy," I assured Annie, running my fingers through her lush forest.

"I shaved everywhere else though," Annie said.

"Don't care about that either," I whispered, moving my tongue over from Annie's breast and letting it slide through her underarm.

I held her bicep down and licked her smooth armpit, the moist silkiness against my tongue making me rock hard, and when she shivered and giggled I kept going.

"Omigod! You're licking my armpit, Daddy," Annie said, squirming as I licked and even let my teeth nibble gently at her fleshy armpit. " That makes me so hot. You're hard again. Put it in me."

"I want to taste you first," I grunted, feeling like an animal. "Want to eat your pussy."

"I want it," Annie said. "I'm wet. I'm so wet."

Suddenly, I felt Annie's free hand reaching down between my legs, and I was inside of her, just like that. My cock slid into her dripping wet opening all the way, while Annie squealed with delight.

"So good," Annie said as I moved all of my cock into her. "You feel so good."

My cock was inside of my daughter, and as I felt the tip of my member hit the back wall of her sex, I realized that not only was I in her to the balls, I was also not wearing protection.

I couldn't stop. To my everlasting shame I could not stop, but even I wanted to I don't think Annie would have let me. Her hands were clutching my ass, ans as she dug her nails into my buttocks I thrust into her harder and faster.

"Oh!" Annie gasped. "Your dick feels so good, and you're so big. I can hardly take it all."

The squishing sounds that I made each time I drilled deep into her kept getting louder, and then Annie was screaming, cumming hard as her teeth sunk into my shoulder and her plump legs wrapped around me.

I was cumming too, sending volley after volley of my seed into her womb, until I had no more to give, and only then did I ease down onto Annie, our sweaty bodies slippery and warm together.

"Was it really good for you, kitten?" I asked.

"Oh Daddy, that was so good," Annie said with a smile. "That was so much better than with Tim."

"Really?"

"Really. And your dick is plenty big too," Annie said. "I don't know where you got the idea it isn't. You went so deep, and you hit the right spots too."

"I didn't wear a condom," I said, feeling the guilt. "As I remember back in the day that they don't stay on me very good anyway." 

"That's okay," Annie said. "I'm going to go to the doctor and get on the pill. Until then, I guess we'll take our chances."

I suggested that we cool it until then, but Annie would have none of that, so we kept at it. Claire was gone most nights, and the nights she stayed home we found ways to do it. In the garage, in the basement, anywhere we could. We fuck like animals sometimes, and there isn't anything we haven't done to each other.

***

"Tim called me the other day," Annie told me after we made love tonight.

"Oh," I said, feeling a rush of jealousy even though I knew that our love was only a fleeting thing and that someday she would find someone she could live a real life with. "Are you going to go out with him?"

"I don't know," Annie said as I kissed her breast. "We just talked."

"I understand," I said. "This - what we're doing - can't go on forever."

"I suppose," Annie said. "I suppose I should tell you this, but I had a dream last night. It's kinda gross."

"In that case, you have to tell me," I said, nuzzling under her arm.

"Well, in this dream, Tim was on his back and I was straddling him," Annie said.

"Was he inside you?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Did it hurt this time?"

"No, it felt good, but that wasn't the best part,' Annie told me.

"There's more?"

"Yes. You were there."

"Watching?" I asked, and I have to admit to being a little interested in seeing my daughter getting impaled by this horse-hung guy despite myself, wanting only to see my baby happy.

"At first," Annie said. "Then you got onto the bed and climbed on top of me, and you put that long hard cock of yours deep into my ass."

"While Tim was still in your pussy?"

"Yes, I was so full of cock that I was going crazy, and you two fucked me until I passed out. Sick, huh?"

"Sick? I don't know about that," I said, knowing that while I could never actually do that with Tim, the fantasy was arousing me.

Then again, if you told me a couple of months ago that I would be having sex with my daughter every night, I wouldn't have believed that either.

*******

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Making Love to My Goddess



I call her my Goddess, not because we she is my superior but because, although what I give is necessary, only she can give birth to new life. She is an earthy Goddess, not one who lives on a pedestal. She is my Goddess with deep, some would say dark desires, and we make love. 

As I lie next to and slightly above her, I look down on her lovely body. I am drawn first to her face – her eyes. And through them, I see in the sensual depths of her being, laughter, love, and anticipation. 

I lower my face to hers as she closes her eyes. My lips kiss first one eyelid then the other, gently. As her eyes open again, my kisses move very slowly, to her cheekbones, lingering, kissing again, then to her forehead, to her nose, and finally to her lips. We kiss -- softly at first, then harder as our passions rise. 

As our kiss breaks, I turn her head to one side and kiss her ear. I run my tongue behind the ear and then suck on the soft lobe. My lips move to her neck, kissing, sucking gently at times. My tongue licks her smooth skin as I work my way to her other ear, to pleasure it. 

As I raise my head to look into her eyes again, one hand moves to her left breast, cupping it, feeling the rise of her chest into my palm. Two fingers tweak her nipple playfully and I hear a slight, sensual grunt as I watch her whole body twitch and her chest push up suddenly. 

I watch her eyes as my hand caresses her breast, then moves to the right one, caressing, playing with her hardening nipple. Each gentle twist of my fingers sends a jolt through her body – I can tell in her eyes and with her body now beginning to undulate. 

My lips move again to her neck, kissing, then make their way down to one breast. My tongue makes circles around her nipple, taking care to tease only until I feel her hand on the back of my head, guiding my mouth. I hear a sigh of pleasure as my lips hold and suck her sensitive, erect nipple – suck as my tongue flicks back and forth across it. 

My Goddess's moans increase as I suck one nipple and my hand plays with the other, then switch, pleasuring both nipples equally. 

I begin to kiss and lick my way down her stomach until I reach her love hair. I rub my nose in its silky coarseness as I inhale deeply her love aroma. 

Her legs are spread and I lie between them as my tongue licks the soft, magical valley that separates her legs from her love opening. I lick first one side, slowly, my tongue flat, then the other, moving back and forth. Sometimes moving up her inner thighs then back down to the valley. 

I am finally ready to enter the temple of my Goddess and my tongue licks her love lips, the guardians of the entrance. My lips suck in first one, stretching it, then the other as my tongue licks both sides of each. As I pleasure them, I hear her almost silent sigh – the permission of the guardians to enter. 

I look up into her eyes as my lips kiss her love opening, the entrance to her temple and I feel and taste her welcoming moisture – the sweet nectar of the gods. Slowly, my tongue extends through my lips and licks, tasting more, then pushes inside, covering itself with love honey. 

Now my Goddess's hands are on the back of my head, holding me to her as she pushes her hips, engulfing my tongue with her wet opening. My own hands are on her breasts, kneading, fingers playing with her nipples. Our eyes hold as my tongue begins to move, making love – no, not just that – fucking her love opening, her pussy, tongue-fucking my goddess. 

I hear her long, low moans; "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Mmmmmmmm." 

Through her eyes, I see her storms of love/lust swirling in her depths. I feel her hands moving my head, moving my face over her opening, covering it with her wetness, marking me as hers. 

Her hands leave my head as she lifts her legs and grasps them behind her knees. I know what she wants and she knows I wish to pleasure her in that way. 

My head moves but our eyes continue to meet, our gaze holds, and I hear her gasp as the tip of my tongue touches her tight, forbidden opening – not forbidden to me, but by society's rules. I lick up and down over her rosebud, feeling its pucker. My tongue flattens, licking, then becomes pointed again, flicking up and down, back and forth. 

My tongue stops as I place the tip on her opening and begin to push in. As she relaxes her sphincter muscles and my tongue enters, I hear her cries, now of lustful pleasure. 

"Oh God! Oh God! Fuck! Shit! Bury your tongue in my asshole! Fuck my asshole with your tongue." 

(My Goddess becomes more excited when she uses graphic, raw language during our love making, as do I.) 

My hands continue to play with her breasts and my face mashes against her cheeks as my tongue pushes in and out. As she requested, I tongue-fuck her asshole. As I flick in and out rapidly, my nose touches her wet temple entrance and I inhale again, deeply, filling myself with her sweet scent. 

Our gaze holds during this most intimate act, and our souls meet, touch each other. 

My tongue moves again, licking its way up to her wet opening, sliding inside, fucking, then back to her forbidden opening, fucking again. I move back and forth, pleasuring my Goddess until I am aware of her words: 

"I need to come, lover. Make me cum! Make me cum!" 

My lips move, kissing her small, hard clitoris, then circle it, sucking gently as the tip of my tongue plays softly. I feel her hips move – no, her entire body move – as I suck and then lick from the tip up, then back down. My tongue flattens and begins to move quickly side to side, the underside of my tongue flicking her clit with each pass. 

As I lick and suck my Goddess's clit, my hands continue to play with the soft hills on her chest – the soft hills and the wonderfully hard peaks.

My Goddess continues to hold her legs up, her hands on the backs of knees, pulling, inviting, and my lips and tongue move as she wishes: from her clit to her pussy, licking inside, then to her asshole, stabbing in and returning to her pussy and clit again. 

Back and forth as she moans and screams. "Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!" 

Finally, she lets her legs go, bending them at the knee, putting her feet on the bed and spreading wider. I know she is ready for her first climax. 

My attention focuses on her hard, now protruding clit and I lick and suck. 

I feel her movements quickening, becoming harder as he hips thrash up and down until my Goddess begins to cum. I hold her clit in my lips and our eyes meet through her climax, as we usually do with her first. It is a hard climax, but we both know it is not as hard as those to come. She keep her legs spread as she cums. 

When my Goddess finishes, I lay my cheek on her inner thigh, my lips almost touching her sweet temple. I savor her taste in my mouth, her aroma in my nostrils as her hands play with the back of my head and she says softly: "Thank you." 

We both know that we are not through for the night, for she has a voracious appetite. 

As we lay there, her hands rubbing the back of my head, my lips purse, blowing, then kissing her opening. Her body twitches with the first touch for she is still sensitive from the climax. And I wait for a time before kissing again. But as my lips touch again and again, and my tongue begins to lick softly, my Goddess's hips began to move again and I hear soft moans. 

My tongue enters her to its full length again, stabbing in and out. Her love temple is still full of sweet nectar and I lick and suck, swallowing. The more I swallow, the more there is, and I grunt my pleasure again and again. 

She lifts and holds her legs again and I pleasure her as she likes, licking down to her tight opening, back to her sweet love tunnel, my tongue stabbing inside both openings as it moves back and forth. With each round, I also lick and suck her clit. 

She is talking, moaning, and I feel her body tense as I suck on her clit and know it is time. 

As I suck hard, my fingers rolling both nipples, her legs suddenly wrap around my head, squeezing hard as her entire body stiffens. 

I hear her scream; "SHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT." 

Then her voice is muffles as her inner thighs squeeze my head hard. Her eyes close and her body turns as she takes me with her. 

I feel her body jerk again and again, seemingly forever, until that last, final hard movement, and then she goes limp. Her pussy and clit now very sensitive, she pushes my head from between her legs. 

As she lays gasping for breath, I move over her, putting the tip of my shaft on her opening. She is so wet that it easily buries itself inside her. 

We move slowly at first as I feel myself going in and out, my thrusts met fully by hers. Our eyes meet and she pulls me down to her with one hand, licking my lips, tasting herself. She licks again and we kiss – passionately, as our rhythm becomes more rapid, until we are slamming into each other. 

I know she wants me to cum inside her, as do I, and it doesn't take long until I do. I am always so excited by my Goddess that my cum spurts hard, and she tells me she can feel it inside her. This time is no different. With a hard thrust, I begin, then push in again with each renewed spurt, until I finished. 

I am still on top of her, and I raise my head. Her eyes dance with pleasure. 

"Do you want to?" She asks. 

"Would you like me to?" I respond. 

We both know what we are talking about, and she replies: "You know I get turned on by it." 

I nod, smiling, then withdraw from her opening and move down her body until my mouth is over her love temple. 

As my gaze meets that of my Goddess, I kiss her opening, touching the white stickiness I left there with my lips. She looks at me, almost unbelieving, as she always does, finding it hard to realize that I would do that for her. 

My tongue moves out and slides inside her, through the slickness of my cum and her nectar, and I taste us both together. 

"Clean me, lover." I hear her sigh deeply, and I do, licking her inside and outside, taking our love honey into my mouth and swallowing. 

Her body begins to move again as she looks down into my eyes, and I know we are not finished yet. Sometimes she pleasures me with her mouth, and sometimes she holds her legs up and inviting me to enter her tight opening. Sometimes we do other things – things some would not dream of. 

My Goddess has a voracious appetite, one that may take all day to satisfy. But then, we have all day - - and there is nowhere I would rather be.



Making Love to My Love



Nothing can compare to her. My love, my forever, a woman of singular grace and beauty that fulfills me like nothing could.

When we make love it is an intimacy that is deeper then anything I have ever known. And nothing could compare to the spontaneous moments.

On a bright spring morning she woke up before me. She was in the kitchen fixing a simple breakfast for herself when I got up.

I approached her from behind and moved to startle her.

"I know you're there," she said.

"Aw damn," I said. "What gave me away?"

"You snickered. You always do just before sneaking up on me."

"Well then," I said coming up behind her and placing my hands on her waist. "Guess I'll have to work on that."

She cooed slightly as the feeling of my touch. I swear I felt a shudder from her but she remained so cool and confident standing there. I began to run my fingers ever so gently around her hips. The fabric of her shirt thin and delicate it was like I was touching her skin, and not the cloth.

I love her hips. Soft warm skin, smooth and supple, with gentle elegant curves that drove me wild.

She finished cooking her eggs and dumped them on her plate. She moved away from me to go eat them in the living room, and while I thought I had been denied, that half look over her shoulder told me I had been getting to her.

We shared a quiet Saturday morning, laughing and joking as usual, discussing what we'd like to do for the day. She finished off her orange juice, and got up from the couch to go to the kitchen with her plate and glass. I followed behind her and as soon as her dishes were in the sink I had a hold of her hips again.

I saw the smile on her face in the reflection of the mirror above the sink. My hands continued to caress her hips and waist until they moved towards her belly. I delicately lifted the hem of her shirt up and finally let my hands touch her flawless skin. Her eyes closed and she soaked in the feeling of my hands caressing her skin.

I lifted her shirt higher and gripped her hips as I leaned in and kissed her neck. She helped by moving her beautiful red hair from her neck and when I kissed more deeply she took in a sharp thrilled gasp. I kissed from the right side of her neck, to the left, and quickly down her shoulder. She shivered and giggled at the goose bumps that rose across her arms.

I held her hips tightly as I kissed along her arm. She lifted it as I kissed down until I reached her elbow. She turned in front of me and placed her arms on my shoulders.

"You're a dirty tease," she whispered.

"Who, me?" I asked feigning shock. "Please, those tight little shorts and shirt that's at least a size too small?"

"Shut up," she said with a smile.

I moved in and we began to kiss. Our lips touched softly, exchanging our passion ever so delicately. I gripped her hips again and pulled her close, her breasts pressing against me. I could feel the firmness of her nipples as they brushed against my chest.

It wasn't long before the soft kisses became more impassioned and lustful. She broke the kiss only for a second to jump on top of the counter and wrap her legs around me. She pulled me closer, my already stiff cock pressing against her. Our kissing continued the tension and passion building quickly.

She became frustrated by her own shirt suddenly and pulled it over her head throwing it to the floor. I did the same and our warm bodies pressed against one another driving our passions even higher.

We could barely contain ourselves as we wanted each other in the worst sort of way, but didn't want the passion to end. My hands found the waistband of her shorts and I slipped my fingers underneath the elastic of both the shorts and her panties. I pulled them off with no issue. I kissed down her body a little at a time, stopping at her waist and belly, gently kissing around her belly button, just underneath, and around her hips. Her hand found my head and she caressed my hair and moaned in anticipation.

I looked up and saw her biting her lip and a dreamy look in her eyes before my kisses began to get lower. Her breaths quickened both eager and unsure of what was to come. Then she took in a deep gasp that was followed by a throaty moan.

My tongue had found her woman hood. I licked and sucked gently and playfully tasting the sweet tanginess of her juices. The pace of her gasping quickened. She closed her mouth and breathed heavily through her nose until I found the right spot. Her mouth gaped wide and she reached up to grip the handle of the cupboard door.

From her mouth came a squeak, a tiny gasp, and then she shook. Her juices flowed quickly from her wet pussy as an orgasm overtook her. I continued to stimulate her hitting the right spots as another orgasm snuck up on her and overtook her body.

"Oh!" she screamed. The hand she had on my head sunk deeply into my hair as she grasped it just as her orgasm subsided. It took a moment to recover but as soon as she did she pulled me up and kissed me deeply. Her hands moved from my face to the waistline of my pajama pants. "I need you inside me," she said. "I can't stand it any longer!"

My pants hit the floor and my hard cock sprang up. She moved forward a little on the counter and guided my cock to her pussy. She ran the head up and down her slit several times before she pulled me closer with her legs to push me inside of her. Her mouth gaped wide again as she gripped the counter at the feeling of me sliding into her. After less than a moment, I was buried all the way inside her.

I flexed my hard cock several times which she gave me a devious squint. She hated when I did that as it teased her. Finally I drew back and pushed forward and began thrusting into her. Every thrust was bliss for me. Her wet womanhood enveloped me perfectly and I wanted nothing more then for every thrust to continue without halt.

We kissed each other as I continued to fuck her. Her hands gripped my shoulder suddenly and she let out another deep throaty moan as a small orgasm turned into a big one. "Oh!" she cried out. "A-another one!" Her nails dug deeply into my shoulder as another unexpected orgasm tore through her body. "Don't stop!" she shouted.

I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep going at the rate I was thrusting. I could already feel the tightening in my muscles, the hardening of my cock, and the swim of orgasm begin to take my head.

I leaned in and kissed her. "I'm close," I said. She looked me in the eye and smiled.

"Do it," she said. "Do it like you love to do it to me!"

I quickened my thrusts and in seconds I couldn't count I could feel my end nearing. My breaths quickened, my body started to stiffen, and I felt the final swirl of pleasure as I was past the point of no return.

I pulled out my cock, and she leaned back to accept me as I began to cum. Multiple thick streams of white streamed from my cock and all over her abdomen, stomach, and breasts. She reached down and pulled on my cock aiding and prolonging my orgasm until the seconds passed and my bliss has subsided.

I looked down at her, both of us breathless and worn out. We smiled and laughed at each other and I couldn't help but notice how much I had came. There was cum on her neck, her breasts, her belly, her abdomen, and running down her sides.

"Wow," she said. "That was a lot."

Breathlessly I laughed. My cock, still rather hard, was lying on her abdomen, cum still oozing ever so slightly from it. I ran the head back and forth across her cum covered stomach. I brought my cock back to her pussy where I slid back inside her.

She smiled deviously. "Again?" she asked.

I began to thrust slowly, feeling new vigor within me. My cock grew hard again and soon I was in the motions of fucking her for the second time. She gasped and moaned and watched me, her eyes never leaving mine. She bit her lip and seduced me again and again with every look and glance within her as she felt my cock pound away.

She opened her mouth and gasped again as another orgasm overtook her and that was all I needed to reach my end. I thrust deeply inside her one last time and came. I could only feel dribbles; mostly a dry orgasm, but it felt as good as the first.

She got down from the counter and grabbed my hand. She laid me down on our bed and after cleaning up a bit, came and joined me. She snuggled closely, and wrapped our bodies in the comforter.

It wasn't long and we drifted off to sleep.



Making Love To My Man



Xavier was waiting for me in the bedroom while I got ready. The steam in the bathroom from my relaxing bath had fogged up the mirror, but I really didn't need it to see, I know my body in such intimate detail that I could get dressed with my eyes closed, blindfolded and in the dark. Luckily, I had candlelight to help me as I unwrapped my terrycloth robe and began applying my Amaretto Truffle Coconut Body Oil from head to toe. I loved the feel of the slippery substance between my fingers as I warmed it between my palms. I started at my toes and didn't miss a spot all the way up my legs. I massaged the muscles in my calves and my thighs, feeling my soft brown skin slip and slide under my touch. I poured more of the sweet smelling oil into my palms and rubbed it gently into the baby soft hair on my mound. I couldn't resist the temptation and I slid my fingers in between my lips and rubbed my clit gently for a few seconds, starting my sweet juices flowing. As I worked my way upward, I cupped my breasts and softly pulled my nipples with my fingers. By the time I finished my ritual-like anointment, I had massaged oil all the way down my shoulders, arms, back, and full round ass. Xavier like to call it my ghetto booty, I much preferred to refer to it as my Afrocentric behind, giving way to a less offensive description of my very bootylicious derriere. When it was all said and done, I was glistening and smelling like a cookie fresh from the oven in grandma's kitchen. 

I put my ankh toe ring on and a cowry shell anklet around my ankle. My belly chain lay softly on my hips, right above my black panther tattoo. I chose a small charm of the sun for my navel ring and I pulled my dreadlocks up on my head and secured them in a style that would be sure to keep my shoulder length tresses out of the way later on. I applied only the tiniest amount of lip-gloss to my full, sensual lips and I admired my adornments and prepared myself for the most dramatic accessory of all. I slid the leather straps of the harness up my legs, over my thighs, and secured the fasteners tightly. I felt my heart skip a beat and pulse race as I prepared myself for the pleasure that was about to come. 

The soft light from the television screen flickered and illuminated the bedroom. Waiting on the black satin sheets, stroking his dick watching a video we had made of ourselves a few months back was my soul mate. When he looked up and saw me, he started stroking his erection that much harder and staring me deeply in my eyes, connecting with me as only lovers can do that know each other beyond the realm of words. His dick was completely hard and looked so inviting. Xavier turned me on so much it was all I could do to keep myself from straddling him and lowering my hot, tight, pussy down on every steely inch of his manhood. But tonight was a night for a different sort of pleasure. 

I moved to the edge of the bed and he stood to kiss me. I stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck. His erection pressed against my stomach and I felt the moisture that had collected at the tip against my skin. He grabbed my ass with his strong hands and kneaded the soft flesh. I melted with his manipulation and met his thrusts with my own. This time, his dick was met with my own formidable counterpart. The hard, silicone, black dildo that I wore sensually rubbed against his own flesh and blood ebony column of hardness. Our mouths found each other and we shared our lips and tongues in a passionate kiss. 

In an effort to get him prepared, I had him lay on the bed and I straddled his back to give him a much-needed deep tissue massage to help him relax from the stresses of a hectic workweek. I poured a heated pool of his favorite ginger/fig/honey body oil on the small of his back and began working out the stiffness and creating more stiffness in other parts of his body. I caressed and soothed away frustrations caused by contracts that didn't get signed, vendors that didn't come through with promises they made and clients that were making irrational demands. He head lay serenely on his folded arms and I could hear him breathing peacefully as I worked my way lower down his body, to the backs of his thighs. He spread his legs slightly and I rolled his heavy balls gently in my slippery fingers. He arched his back at the stimulation and let out a low moan that let me know he was ready for more. I had other plans however and I was going to prolong the pleasure for as long as I possibly could. I massaged oil into the backs of his thighs and down his legs and took an extra long time rubbing the acupressure points on his feet. Quiet as kept, he's ticklish and every time I would hit the right spot, he would giggle like a little boy. It's so sweet when he does that I can't help but get a little thrill from seeing such a strong man, in body, mind and spirit, squirming and laughing like that. 

I turned him over and had him lay on his back. It was my turn to have my breath taken away. His beauty is beyond words, its something that emanates from him, in the way that he carries himself. His body is a work of art. His smooth muscles ripple beneath his brown skin, and his stomach was a prototype for a washboard. His dick stood proudly, inviting me to it. I accepted the gracious invitation and made my RSVP with a sensual kiss. 

I lowered my mouth to the head and gently placed my lips to it. I looked up at him as I bestowed the first of many kisses to my lover's hard dick. I took my tongue and began softly lapping at his precum. "Mmmm, you taste so good." He tried to grab his dick and start stroking it again but I took his hands and held them firmly to the bed as I made my slow and sensual descent down his dick with my mouth. I could hear him gasp for air and he gripped the sheets, letting me know that I could use my hands for other things. I grabbed the base of his dick and began stroking it and licking it at the same time and he was thrusting his hips, trying to fuck my mouth. My spit was running down his balls and I was rolling them between my fingers again. 

"Oh shit, that feels so good, don't stop, please don't stop," he kept chanting. I knew the buttons to push and I worked his dick with my mouth. I stared deep in his eyes and I started sucking my finger. He knew the routine and spread his legs. I took my wet finger and lightly caressed the tender skin around his asshole. I barely touched it but he almost jumped out of his skin. My objective was not to penetrate him, just tease him lightly so I circled my finger around the hole and kept licking and sucking his gorgeous dick. He grabbed the pillow to cover his head and I put a stop to that immediately. I wanted to experience all his pleasure and that included him moaning and groaning. The beauty of our relationship was the fact that we could give and take pleasure so freely and I wanted to soak up every bit of his arousal. 

Xavier was never one to ask for more, especially when we were engaged in strapon games, he was always content to let me drive that ship, control the pace. I told him, however, that part of the turn on for me was knowing how much he loved me inside him, of hearing him beg me to fuck him. "Say it baby, I know you want it, say it for me." 

He looked like he was about to crawl out of his skin, he was squirming and thrashing around on the bed, moaning and groaning. I was relentless in my assault, deep throating him, licking him, sucking him, and rubbing his spot. He was holding on to some macho bullshit rules that told him that he couldn't ask for it but I would not let him get off that easily. I was determined to hear him say it. I can't tell you how incredibly wet I get, knowing he wants me inside him, knowing I'm giving him pleasure like that. 

He rolled over on his stomach. It was time to get a little more adventurous. We were prepared for the night's adventures so I reached over to the nightstand and took the Vanilla Cream Oil of Love and poured just a tiny amount right on his hole. It gets hot when you blow on it so a gently breathed hot air on his hole. Xavier was in heaven and kept telling me it felt good. I took the tip of my tongue and started gently lapping at his hole, enjoying the way his body reacted to my tongue fuck. It was more than obvious that he was enjoying it as much as I was. I made a mental note that he was going to have to lick and finger my ass later on in the evening because I loved it more than he did. He was at his limit for foreplay and finally said, "Boo, you know it feels good, come on," but that wasn't enough for me. We'd been through too much together for me to let him get away with that. I began rubbing the cheeks of his ass, making the full mounds slippery with the oil. I took the bottle of lubricant and drizzled it all over my strapon, and began stroking it as if it were my own flesh and blood extension. I loved the look of the beautiful brown penis that was protruding from my body. We had chosen it specifically because it so closely resembled Xavier's tool. Fully erect, he is as thick as a can of one of those high caffeine energy drinks, you know the ones, and he is nearly twice as long. I loved the life-like feel of the veins and exacting details down to the head with its pisshole. 

With my fingers slippery with lube, I began fingering him a little more. I took the tip of my finger and put it in him and he started humping the bed like crazy. I was working it in deeper and he was reaching back, pulling his ass cheeks apart, trying to get me to do it harder. This wasn't our first time, so he was able to accommodate my fingers and my strapon with relative ease. "Xavier! Tell me you want me to fuck you now. Say it. Beg for my dick in your ass."

That was enough to send him over the edge. What did Vanessa Williams say? "Welcome to the comfort zone, when you need to be loved like you need to be loved." Xavier was in that zone. He got up on his knees, put his face down and looked back with lust in his eyes and said, "Fuck me!" 

I swear I almost came right then and there. 

I took the slippery head of the dildo and placed it at the entrance to his hole. I took my hands and rubbed them all over his back and thighs and he was practically pushing back trying to get me to fuck him. I held the dildo steady and worked the head in. The heat in the room seemed like it was at full blast but it was actually just our sexual heat. I looked down, at the point where I was penetrating him and I felt like I was literally inside him. I felt like I could feel that dildo like it was my own flesh and blood. I took a deep breath and I started pushing it in further. Xavier was loving it and begging for more and who was I to deny him? I was stroking (moan) and pounding (moan) and fucking him deeper. Every time I hit his spot, he would moan out and inspire me to give him more. I reached around and grabbed his dick and started stroking him at the same pace I was fucking him. I swear he was literally screaming into the pillow. He was fucking me back hard and trying to get more and more of that strapon inside him. I started spanking that ass, letting him know I was in control, and he was loving every second of it. My nipples were aching I was so aroused. My pussy was leaking juices that were running down my thighs. My clit was being stimulated every time I would bury every single inch deep in his sexy ass. There was no way to fight it, he was going to cum and cum hard and I wasn't going to be far behind him. 

I grabbed his hips and worked my strapon with skill. "Come baby, give me that cum. Prove to me that you love me fucking you hard and deep." He grabbed his dick and started stroking it, gripping it tightly and working that hot white cum up from his tight nuts. "mmmmmmm, I'm going to cum, oh fuck, I'm cumming" 

I released the straps that held the harness in place and pulled the covers up over us. We snuggled together, exhausted from the experience before we both drifted off to sleep. Before the weekend was over, we would fuck in every way imaginable and I would cum so many times I actually passed out from pleasure. It's indescribable how much satisfaction I get from making love to my man . . . in every way imaginable.



Making Love to My Mother



It was a relatively cold night, approaching the winter type but still in November, so the air was certainly less than warm. My house was kind of chilly too, although most of the house was heated well. My room was usually a bit colder because of the bad insulation due to construction, but it wasn't unbearable. Nonetheless, during this night I was sitting in my room, finishing up some dinner and watching television. My mother was in the living room, also watching television. 

After I had finished my meal, I walked into the kitchen and put the dishes in the sink. I decided to get another drink while I was there, so I took a can of Pepsi out and walked into the living room for a minute, mainly out of boredom. For some reason, my mother looked overly sad. 

"What are you watching?" I asked, although I could easily look for myself. 

"Just... just a show, some reality one."

"What's wrong?" I asked rather delicately.

"Oh, nothing." She looked sad, but still remained composed.

"Are you sure? You look like something's bothering you."

"Ethan..." She said this as if she was preparing to tell me something that she probably shouldn't.

"Ethan, I never get any attention anymore; sexually. I know I shouldn't be talking about this, but I... I never have sex anymore. He's never home and when he is we don't do anything. I'm... I'm sexually frustrated. I'm sorry; I shouldn't be saying these things to you."

"No, it's okay, I understand completely. I'm sorry about it." I didn't know much else to say to her.

"It's okay. I just... I don't know, it's really frustrated. I don't know what to do."

"Well I don't really know what to tell you. I mean, there's not much I can do unless you want to have sex with your own son." I said this in an unserious manner, with almost a chuckle after it.

"Is it really that bad? I mean, never mind. Forget I said that, I'm sorry. I can't believe what I just said, I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay." There was a slight silence and then I asked. "Do you want to?"

"No, I mean... its wrong, and I don't expect you at all to..."

"I would." She stopped when I said this, looking at me. 

"Are you... sure? I mean, don't do this just...", again I cut her off, but this time only by walking towards her. With this, she also stood up. 

"Ethan, it's okay if..." I bent down and kissed her on the lips. Our kiss held, but soon I opened my mouth and, simultaneously, she opened hers. As our kiss turned into a French one, with our tongues meshing together, our saliva being traded as we kissed, she put her arms around me, and I did her. Our kiss continued, our tongues licking the inside of each other's mouths, and soon the kiss became extremely passionate, with more force and more movement. As we continued this way, I moved my hand up the back of her shirt and massaged her back, skin to skin. She moaned a little bit, as if she hadn't even been kissed in this manner in a long time.

I began to move backward, but brought her with me, towards her bedroom. We remained engaged in our kiss as we moved in, and she shut the door behind me as we got to the bed. At last, we broke our kiss to increase the lighting in the room. She walked around the bed and turned on the light on the right side of the bed as I did so with the left. With this, we both climbed back onto the bed and she asked: "Ethan, are you sure?" I answered this with another strong kiss, this one pushing the back of her head gently into the pillow as I tongued the inside of her mouth. I stopped for only one moment, and asked, "Are you sure?" She responded; also, with pulling my head back down and onto hers for more passionate kissing. 

As we continued to make out, I moved my right hand down her midsection, past her waist and to her crotch, where above her sweatpants I began to massage her vagina, rubbing back and forth, up and down as we kissed. She moaned at this, and kissed me harder than before. I broke the kiss, sat up a bit, and removed my shirt. She welcomed me back with open arms as I began to kiss her again. I stopped and looked at her as I repositioned myself so that I gently rested on her waist, in a sitting position. I then moved my arms to the bottom of her shirt, and lifted it lengthwise up the bed, then finally over her head as she assisted me by raising her arms.

Her breasts were held by a simple white Hanes bra, and I wasted no time. I lowered my face in between her breasts and began licking the space between her breasts as she grabbed the back of my head in encouragement. When I got to the left breast I began to suck on it hard, tonguing the soft skin and then getting it in my mouth, sucking. I moved to the right breast, with my tongue as a mode of transportation, and began to suck on the right one as well. She continued to grope the back of my head as I did this, massaging my scalp as I sucked on her breasts. Then, I moved my hands to her sides, and she arced her back. I undid her bra and then she went back down with her back straight against the bed. I then removed the bra completely.

Her nipples were large and hard, the meaty tips extended as north as they could go. I rubbed her left nipple with my thumb and then engulfed it with my mouth, sucking on the entire nipple, pulling it upwards with my lips. I moved and did so with her right nipple as well, making sure to make it moist and give her as much pleasure as I could out of this act. Then, I began to move down her body with my face, extending up tongue out and guiding my way down her body with it as if it were a compass.

I licked right below the area between her breasts and then continued down. Soon, I grazed over her belly button and down further, to the elastic waistband of her sweatpants. I folded the waistband downwards one fold, so that her flowery panties were revealed. I grabbed the top of her Victoria's Secret panties with my teeth, pulled it up, let it snap back down. She grabbed the back of my head again, continued massaging it. I then ceased, raised my head a bit, and moved my hands down so that they were at the sides of her pants. I grabbed her pants, then slid them down. She lifted her legs so that I could completely remove them. Then, after I accomplished this, I licked her vagina through her panties for only a moment, and proceeded to remove them too, in much the same fashion.

Her vagina was hairy, somewhat of a bush that lay just above two moist, pink lips that I so eagerly awaited to visit. I placed my face against her vulva, gently, with my nose at the very top of where her pubic hair started. I lowered my face until my mouth was over her clitoris, and captured it in my mouth. She moaned heavily with just it being in my mouth, but began to moan continuously as I sucked on her clitoris, licking the meaty fixture and sucking on it, smelling the poignant aroma that emanated from her lips, her pubic hair almost completely covering my face. I continued to suck on her clit, moving my mouth as I did so, but keeping it in as well. Soon, her juices were flowing quite continuously, a few escaping down my lips to my chin but most pouring down my throat like water, water that I was happy to accept.

After a while of this, I removed my mouth and replaced it with two fingers, one creeping its way into her cunt and the other rubbing her clit. I did both simultaneously, and too much satisfaction. Soon, I put two fingers into her vagina, and slid them in and out, softly at first and with more vigor soon thereafter. Her juices completely saturated my skin, and I felt around inside her twat with my index and middle fingers, lifting and pulling and creating as much friction as I could as she moaned endlessly. Then I stopped, and indicated that she turn over. With the amount of pleasure I had delivered to her, she did so without question. After she turned over, I spread her legs even more than they had been before. I again put both of my fingers inside of her, and continued fingering her where I had left off before.

Then, with my other free hand, I spread her butt cheeks and began licking her anus. With this, she began to moan uncontrollably. I sucked on her anus, licking it completely, feeling the hair surrounding her asshole tickling the inside of my mouth as I sucked. After a somewhat delicate display of this, I then buried my entire face between her cheeks, filling her entire ass crack with my face, licking her anus and then all the way up, then back down. I licked her entire butt crack over and over again as I also fingered her vagina, her juices flowing uncontrollably. Then, I stopped and indicated that she turn over again. 

"Do you have any condoms?" I asked.

In a fit of passion, and in a generally rare case, my mother cursed, saying "Fuck the condoms." I moved in, then slid my penis into her vagina, at which point she moaned louder than she had at any point that night. I slid it out, then back in, then out, then repeated in a slowly increasing manner. I lowered myself so that I was lying on top of her, fucking her and pulling up, getting as much deep penetration as I could get, feeling my hard, erect penis slide in and out of my own mother. Her pink lips were as moist as could possibly be as her son's member moved in and out of her, spraying little bits of precum inside of her as she moaned and I, also, grunted. 

She began to whisper, my face quite near hers, "Oh, my God... oh, Ethan... oh, my God..." I thrust in and out of her vagina as she slightly pulsated back, moaning and repeating such lines as those. We moaned together for a moment, and then I whispered to her "I'm going to come."

"Oh, go ahead, yes, come on..." Then, with a few more thrusts in and out of my mother's wet vagina, I exploded inside of her, filling her walls with my semen, her own son's seed. I continued to pump until I had nothing left inside of me, saturating the inside of her pussy with my sperm, the wet warmth inside of her begging for my semen. As I finished, all of my seed filling the inside of my mother, I pulled out as she continued to moan with pleasure, her little yelps and gasps getting quieter. 

"Do you want to taste me, mom?" I asked, and she nodded as I moved my crotch up towards her face. She opened her mouth as I put my penis and my balls inside of her mouth, and she licked them and tongued them, the penis almost completely flaccid because of having ejaculated. 

"Oh Ethan, that was great! I really needed that... we must do this again." She said satisfied.

"We will mom, we sure will..." I replied.



Making Love to Teresa



This was inspired by a wonderfully sexy, sensuous woman who brought me and mom many wonderful hours of tremendous pleasure. 



We sat across from each other at Pauli's, a very nice restaurant on the outskirts of town. We sipped on house Merlot as we chatted. I wanted to know all about her. I ordered tenderloin, baked potato and a Caesar salad. We were going to share it in a most interesting way. 

She was a BBW in every sense of the phrase. She was big. She was beautiful, and she was all woman. She radiated her femininity through her eyes, through her smile, and the way she carried herself. She was comfortable, she was proud, and she was very sexy. I scribbled out a note and pushed it to her as we talked. 

"You're gorgeous," it said. 

"Thank you. You have pretty eyes," she wrote back.

"They must have just gotten that way looking at you." She blushed a little. 

"Liz, I mean your mother, doesn't mind us being out together?"

"Not as long as I fill her in on all the details." 

"Details?"

"Everything that happens between us."

She smiled. "I may tell her myself. She's such a doll."

She told me about growing up in Canada, her family life with her parents and brothers and sisters. I told her about my years growing up in New York.

I passed another note to her. "I want to make love to you after dinner."

We talked about the kinds of things we did as kids. What school was like, our favorite subjects. We talked bout where we went on vacations. We laughed as we talked about our funny friends.

"I want to make love to you too," she wrote back.

"I've dreamed of this night for months," I wrote.

"You can't imagine how many times I've ... well, you know," she wrote back.

"How many times you've what?"

"Thought of you, and done things."

"I've done those things too ... many times. So has mom."

We continued our normal conversation, all the while passing our increasingly suggestive notes back and forth. There was an impenetrable wall between the two. In our table talk, there was no hint of the erotic events unfolding in our notes.

"What color panties are you wearing?" I wrote.

"Pale yellow. And you're making them wet."

"I'm so anxious to see them on you. I bet they smell divine, and taste even better."

Our salad arrived. I placed it between us. With our forks, we fed each other. As she fed me mine, I wrapped my hand around her fingers and lightly caressed them. She did the same with me. A little bit of dressing clung to her upper lip. She picked up her napkin to wipe it off. I stopped her. I reached across the table and licked it off. She smiled.

I wrote, "Your lips taste so sweet."

"Thank you. Do you want to taste my other lips?"

"You have no idea how much." 

We finished the salad just as the waiter brought the steak and baked potato. I cut up the steak and put sour cream on the potato. We fed these to each other too. We touched each other as we did, and ate slowly and sensuously. She closed her eyes as I fed her the baked potato. 

"So creamy and warm," she wrote.

"I love feeding you creamy and warm," I wrote back.

She fed me a piece of the steak. It was medium rare, tender and delicious.

"I love you feeding me this steak. It's so nice and pink in the middle," I wrote.

"So am I," she wrote back. 

I fed her a piece of the steak. She opened her mouth to receive it and closed her lips over it in almost a sucking motion. The suggestion was unmistakable. My cock was like steel. 

"You wouldn't believe how hard I am," I wrote.

"I can't wait to find out. You wouldn't believe how swollen I am."

I think we both were so aroused, we could have cum right there in the restaurant. You could see it in her breathing and her face was slightly flushed. I could just make out a hint of her hardening nipples. 

We finished the meal with no conversation. But the body language spoke volumes – our eyes, our lips, our tongues, our hands and fingers. We savored each other. The anticipation was electric. I wanted this woman so bad. 

"Are you shaved?" I wrote.

"Yes, completely bare. I love the way my panties caress my lips," she wrote back.

"I hope you'll like the way I caress your lips too."

"Let's go. I want to feel you." 

She stood up and said, "I need to freshen up." She walked back toward the ladies room. Meanwhile, I paid the check. 

When she returned, she took my arm and slipped a note into my jacket pocket. As we walked, I pulled it out and read it. "It took all my will power not to masturbate in the rest room. You have me on the verge of an orgasm." She smiled at me, took the note from my hand and put it back in my pocket. This was so arousing. All of our sexual talk had been through the notes. I knew when we got to be alone, our secret talk would erupt into the most erotic verbal kind. And I was ready. And I also knew that our first orgasm together would be swift and intense. It had to be. My cum was already boiling inside of me. 

I opened the car door for her and she slipped in. Her skirt rode high up her ample thighs. They were gorgeous. As I stood there, she looked at the bulge in my pants and ran her hands down my legs, close to my crotch but not touching it. The desire in her eyes told me how much she wanted to touch me.

We drove back to her place. She sat next to me and played her fingers in my hair and caressed my neck. Her skirt rode higher and I could see the tops of her thigh high stockings. She knows how much stockings turn me on. I wanted to make love to her with them on. 

Arriving at her place, I parked the car and we went in. As I closed the door, we grabbed each other and kissed hard, our tongues wildly dancing. She moaned and groaned as we kissed. I thought she might cum just from the kiss. We ground our pelvises together, trying desperately to feel each other through our clothing. We broke the kiss only slightly. Our lips were still touching as she said, "I want you so bad. I want you to fuck me hard." And then our mouths pressed into each other again. 

I could feel her large breasts against my chest. I wanted to touch them, to take her large nipples into my mouth. She pressed her hips against mine. I could feel her heat. I know she could feel my cock. I wondered if she could sense my urgency, the desperate need I had for her. I felt like my cock was screaming at me.

I slowed our open-mouthed kisses. I wanted to taste her lips. My tongue lightly licked across her upper lip, then her lower lip. I ran my tongue under her lips sucking each into my mouth. I felt her moan into my mouth. She pressed harder against me. She was as close to orgasm as I was. But I wanted it to last longer, for me anyway. I knew she could cum over and over. 

I whispered into her ear, "You want to cum don't you?"

"Oh my God, yes!" she said.

"I want to bring you to orgasm."

"Hurry baby, hurry. My pussy is on fire."

We kissed again as I undressed her. I may be rare in the male kingdom. Most men are in a hurry to get to the main event. Not me. I prefer to kiss, lick, suck, and talk to the point of desperation. I enjoy watching her arousal build. At this point, though, Teresa was already there. She was ready to explode. 

I unzipped her dress and let it fall. But ever the considerate gentleman, I picked it up and draped it over a chair. She stood there in her bra, panties and stockings. Her large body filled out everything. She was absolutely stunning. I can't tell you the number of times I've masturbated looking at a beauty like this on line. But this was different. This beauty was standing in front of me in all her glory. In minutes her bra would be off, her panties would be down. I would be sucking on those beautiful nipples. I would be licking those gorgeous lips..

I reached behind her and unclasped her bra. I slowly removed it, watching as the flesh of her breasts was revealed. And then I saw those beautiful nipples, aroused and erect. I lightly touched them with my fingertips. She closed her eyes and moaned. She thrust out her chest to increase the pressure on her nipples. I pinched them slightly. "Oh God, that feels so good. It goes all the way to my pussy," she said.

I moved my hands down her tummy to her hips and caressed her panties. But I made no move to take them off. She looked at me with pleading, lustful eyes. "Please take my panties off."

"I will, but first I want to make you cum in your panties."

"Oh yes, baby, make me cum."

She took my hand and moved it down the front of her panties. I could feel that she had a pump prominent mound. She moved my hand between her legs. Through the satin material, I could feel the full swollen lips of her pussy. They felt large and wet. And I was glad of that. I caressed her lips, then pressed the material between them. I knew it was touching her clit. With my middle finger I rubbed her clit in circles, while my other two fingers stroked her lips. She was panting and moaning. I knew she was close to cumming. Her hips were bucking, trying to get me deeper into her. She grabbed me, kissed me, and moaned into my open mouth. Then suddenly shouted, "RICK, I'M CUMMING, BABY! I'M CUMMING IN MY PANTIES!" Her orgasm was strong. She grabbed my arm and held it, pressing my hand tighter to her pantie covered pussy. 

As her climax faded, she relaxed the grip on my arm. She kissed me. "You made me cum so good. It´s been a long time since a man has made me cum that hard by touching me. Thank you."

I smiled and led her to the bed and she lay down. She watched me as I stepped out of my clothes. Her eyes were fixed on me as I dropped my briefs. My cock was hard and stood out straight from my body. She said, "Your mother was right. Your cock is gorgeous. I can´t wait to feel what she feels every night."

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down. Oh, that prominent mound, so fleshy and sexy. I was transfixed at the first appearance of her slit. She lifted her hips so I could slide them off her beautiful plump ass. Then finally those gorgeous full lips, completely shaved, swollen, aroused, anxious for my touch again. I could only stop and stare. Absolutely exquisite. I wanted them so bad. I knew in mere moments I would be tasting those lips. 

I slipped her panties off. Then brought them to my nose and smelled the fruit of her recent orgasm. The scent was heavenly. I looked down at her. She knew what I wanted to see. She spread her legs to show me her pussy. She slipped her fingers down to touch herself. I stroked my cock as I sniffed her panties and watched her tease her pussy lips. ¨

"I love watching you sniff my panties and masturbate, but I want your cock in me," she said. 

"I want to taste you first."

I climbed between her legs and stroked her beautiful full thighs. I kissed each one and started licking my way to the treasure between them. I licked where her lips joined with her thigh, on each side. But I avoided her pussy. And it was difficult. The big full lips begged for my tongue. She was breathing hard and writhing on the bed. She was pushing her pelvis against my mouth urging me. "Oh please baby, lick my cunt,¨ she cried out. 

I kissed her lips. She moaned loudly. I licked between them. Her lips opened like a flower. I took each into my mouth and sucked. The full flesh of her labia quivered on my tongue. I sucked her inner lips into my mouth. I looked up. Her face was contorted in pleasure. She was clenching the bedspread. Her pelvis was thrusting. I knew she was seconds from a thunderous orgasm. 

My tongue licked up her open slit and hovered over her clit. My tongue lightly touched it. "OH MY GOD!" she cried. I took her clit into my mouth and sucked it. She exploded in orgasm. "OH FUUUUUUCK, I´M CUMMMMMING!" Her pussy spasmed and she squirted in my mouth. I lapped up every drop. I continued to kiss her thick lips as she came down from her climax.

Panting, she said, "I've never cum so hard in my life.¨ I kissed her cunt one last time and lay down next to her. I took her face in my hands and kissed her gently. We looked into each others eyes. She grasped my cock and said, "I want you in me."

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I climbed between her legs and positioned my cock between her open lips. I moved it up and down her slit. "Oh god, baby, fuck me," she cried. I slipped into her vagina, but just the head and slowly moved in and out. "Rick, you´re teasing me so bad. I can´t stand it.. I want all of you in my pussy now. I need to cum so badly."

I slowly slid the rest of my length totally inside her. I whispered to her, "Can you feel all of me?" 

"Oh yes, I can feel all of your cock. You're so deep in me." 

I started to thrust in and out of her. She was panting and meeting my hips with her. The velvet sheath of her vagina slid up and down my cock. She reached her hand between us to feel where we were joined. 

"I can feel my lips caressing you," she said. I felt her fingers touch my cock. "I can feel your cock as you fuck me." 

I moved my hand down to join her. Together we touched my cock and her pussy. Suddenly she started breathing harder. She reached to grab me to pull me deeper.

"Oh God, Rick, I'm gonna cum!" I moved faster in and out of her. Our bodies almost slapping together. I could feel the sense of urgency in her pussy. Then I heard it in her voice as she screamed out her orgasm.

"OH I'M CUMMMMMING, OHHHHH GOOOOOOD, I'M CUMMING! FUCK ME BABY, FUCK ME HARD!"

She thrashed about as her orgasm took control of her. She pulled me in harder. She pulled my mouth to hers as we kissed hard and open. She grunted as her tongue sought mine. 

Finally her orgasm subsided. "It's been a long time since I've cum that hard with a man's cock in me," she said. "You just inspire me baby," I said. My cock was still moving slowly in and out of her. 

"You didn't cum, did you?"

"No. I wanted to completely experience your orgasm. I wanted to feel the contractions of your pussy on my cock without any distraction. I wanted to feel the ripples of pleasure as they coursed through your beautiful cunt. But now I want you to experience my orgasm. I want you to feel my cock as it swells in you . I want you to feel my cum as it spurts in you." 

"Oh I do too, baby."

I started pumping faster. I was so aroused I knew I wouldn't last long. And I didn't want to. I wanted to cum so bad in her. 

I looked deep into her eyes. I saw both love and lust. 

"You have no idea how many times I've masturbated thinking of this very moment. All the cum I've shot, sometimes in mom's panties, sometimes in her, sometimes on her. She has no trouble with me fantasizing about you. And she has no trouble with me being inside you right now."

"She's a beautiful woman. And you can't imagine the number of times I've masturbated thinking of you inside me, fucking me, filling me." 

My thrusts were now urgent. The semen was rising in my cock. I was seconds from an explosive orgasm. 

"I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm gonna cum in your pussy."

"Oh my god, yes. Cum in my cunt."

"Unhhhhh," I groaned and thrust my cock as deep in her as I could. My semen exploded from my cock.

"Oh Teresa. I'm cumming! I'm cumming in your pussy!"

"Fill me baby. Fill my cunt. I can feel you spurting. OH MY GOD, I'M CUMMING AGAIN!"

She did cum again as I came inside her. Cumming inside her was second only to cumming in my mother. Her cunt milked every drop from my cock. 

I knew I would be telling mom about this, but I also wanted her to experience first hand the pleasure from Teresa's pussy as I had. I wanted to see them coupled in exquisite pleasure, their pussies touching, their lips rubbing together as they came. 

Afterward we cuddled. She draped her leg across mine with her pussy on my thigh. I could feel my cum leaking out.of her. She kissed me, touched my cock and said, "Fuck me again."



Making Love to the Earth



June turned the wheel of her car swiftly with one hand, guiding her modest car around the last bend of the winding mountain road she'd been climbing for the past half hour. As the scenery caught up with her eyes, the girl pulled her car's gear into park without noticing the trained movement of her arm. Everything was green and glistening bright with condensation. She breathed in ever so slowly, as if to allow her smog-ridden lungs a moment to adjust to real, life-giving air for the first time. It was all so much at once, an instant realization that this is what she should always be breathing in.

In a fluidity never before known to her, June's fingers brought the driver door open. Her left leg floated out and landed her foot effortlessly upon the yielding soil. As it came down, a slight glimmer of smooth skin shone from under her long yellow skirt. Without a thought as to why, June pushed off one shoe and then the other by pressing her toes down on the backs of the heels. She reached down and shed each sock as well, tossing them back onto the gritty carpeted floor of her car. This place had taught her wordlessly that it was not one for well-tied shoes and thick soles to guard one's skin from the naked earth. Today was a day to go barefoot. Today was a day, the first day in June's plastered and painted life, to feel firsthand. 

Her big toes pale from a lifetime of scrubbing and shade, were glowing amongst the deep, dark humus. They formed small impressions beneath her feet. She dug all her toes down into the coolness, and it was far more comfortable than the most expensive shoes in her closet. This feeling was lovely. It felt.. freeing. She had to feel more.

Suddenly, before her "civilized" mind could grab at control, June's hand had tugged at her skirt's drawstring, and the waistband was gliding on down to her ankles. A tingle traveled up the backs of her knees. She was drawn downward, and her bending knees were instantly cupped in perfect unison as they tapped down. They found their home in little burrows in the earth. 

The sun shone evenly and unobtrusively from the sky and lighted June's soft skin in an afternoon tint far more real than her orange self-tanning spray. The tag at the back of her neck was irritating as usual, and all the cells on the girl's skin were yearning for exposure. All at once, her loose flowing shirt with sleeves falling just past her elbows was peeled from its mannequin and the fitted white tank top beneath was tossed off as well. There was no need to worry about the stains the mud might bring to them. Any stain the earth could muster was now more beautiful than any machine-printed pattern constructed of petals and purple spots could possibly be.

June's body could resist no longer. It threw itself down passionately against the ground, and June felt a surge diffuse through her and fill her with an otherworldly energy. Yet, this was not some alien force. It was the truest embodiment of our own ripe planet. It felt beyond the caress of a thousand expertly tested department store bottles of rejuvenating lotion being spread across her skin by the solid fingers of lusting hands. The girl's warm sap was seeping right through her underwear as water does through the soil. And both do so for the purpose of priming their recipients to be fruitful. June pulled fiercely at the cotton material holding her in and ripped it out from between her legs. It all had to go. 

Her hands moved even more swiftly to pull the cruel shape-inducing cage from around her breasts, ignoring that there were any metal hooks to undo. The watch was next to go and be downed in the same place as the rest. Time was not to be measured in little ticking lines behind a glass casing. This was only the absurdity of a species trying to forget its roots. But a plant that does so is forsaking the very source of nutrients that keep it alive and thriving, and is thereby dooming itself to dormancy.

Now that she is completely physically naked, June has no remaining barriers. She begins to move around in the soil, back and forth and in and out and over every little bit of her all at once. She pulls up clumps of earth with her hands and rubs it fervently over her breasts and her abdomen and her shoulders and uses all the muscles in her legs to smear the thick mud between her ankles and thighs and across her swelling vagina. Her nipples rise to meet her palms as her hands return to these most inviting of lovers upon her chest. Her pelvis begins its steady, animalistic heaving as she rolls over and presses her all into the ground. Her head and chest lift to the sky for a moment, and all is bared for the world to see if it only could, that tiny insignificant world far down in the valleys below.

June is no longer just a human of 21 years. She is no longer a mere brunette with clear, inquisitive brown eyes. She cannot now remember that obedient college student clothed in structure and society. This is her singing through her skin. The earth is caked all over her legs and arms and back and kneaded all through her hair, merged with her at last. 

In the same automatic and graceful way her body has moved since arriving on this mountaintop, June summons forth each and every amazing feeling her female form has to give. Love flows from her and treats her skin, the earth, and her needing tongue with its savory embodiment. Her legs continue to revolve vigorously in the true time of nature, her eyes roll up to the pure blue sky, and a sudden earthquake of violent magnitude builds and releases its vibrations all around. June presses her body as far as it will go down into the earth and becomes liquid, flowing on infinitely.  



Making Love to You



A lady friend of mine asked me to write her a story about what it would be like making love to her. She wanted to know how and what I would do. So here is the story of how I would make love to my lady.

I would make sure I got home at least three hours before you do. In that time I would have the house clean and laundry done and anything else that needed to be out of the way. I would also have supper cooking. Tonight the menu consists of your favorite meal. Chicken stir-fry with Almonds, the chicken of course has been marinating for a day and a half in garlic, soy and white wine. It will be served over long grain wild rice. And for desert a fresh fruit plate consisting of Strawberries, apple slices, raspberries, pineapple, grapes, melon, and strawberry yogurt to dip the fruit into. After our dinner I send you to our bedroom and tell you to put on what I have laid on the bed for you and then wait for me. While you are in the bedroom getting ready I am cleaning up the kitchen, rinsing off the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. As I am on my way to the bedroom I pick up two wine glasses with some strawberries and raspberries and a bottle of White wine to make your favorite cocktail. I then come into the bedroom and join you. 

When you got to our bedroom you found a single red rose lying on your bathrobe with a note telling you just put on the bathrobe nothing else. Along with the rose there was also a chocolate mint. Out on the patio you see a tray full of body shampoo, oils, and lava sponge. Soft body brush and a shower cap.

On the patio by our hot tub you see two-padded massage tables set up. And also some tikki torches going through out our private flower garden with a water fall running, giving a soft background sound. With all of the fragrance of the flowers in the air it is very relaxing and setting a very relaxing mood for the night ahead.

When I come into the room you see that I already have on my bathrobe and two glasses of the wine cocktail. I kiss you deeply and give you one of the glasses. As you sip some of the wine, I take you by the hand and walk you out to the massage table. You notice a hose with a showerhead that we use to water the flowers with but its not attached to the outside faucet, but instead runs into the laundry room thru the window. When I turned it on I had already had it set to warm water. I then remove your bathrobe and look at your lovely body and help you up onto the first massage table, putting on the shower cap. I have you lay on your stomach. I take the hose and wet you down with the nice warm water. Picking up the lava sponge and getting it wet also, I pour some of the rich body shampoo and lightly massage it into your back, getting your back all good and soapy.

Then taking the soft body brush and lightly using it all over your back and your lovely butt and then down both your long lovely legs and then your feet. Every inch of your lovely body. I wash the rich soap lather with the brush and with the brush and lava sponge I lightly rub your lovely butt and all the way around to your clit. And then back to your rose bud paying close attention to it. I know how much you love it when I play with it. I put down the lava sponge and pick up the hose and begin rinsing the soap off you using my free hand to caress your body. Starting at your neck and slowly working my way down your back and down your legs and feet and then back up to your lovely butt. I gently let my finger lightly rub your rose bud until you begin to moan. Then I stop and help you roll over onto your back. And I then repeat the same on your front soaping you all up from your lovely neck down to your toes. I pay close attention to your lovely breast and then to your clit. Then rinsing you off the same way as I did your back. 

I begin lightly massage your lovely breast paying attention to your nipples. I watch one then the other one slowly working down to your legs and toes, then back up to your clit until you begin to moan again.

I then pick you up and carry you over to the other massage table I have set up with a big beach towel spread out on it and then lay you down on it rolling you over onto your stomach. Patting you dry, then pick up the body oil and begin to work it into your neck and slowly work down your lovely back. I proceed down each leg and foot massaging the oil into you. While doing this I kiss every inch of you're back to your lovely butt. I can feel you lifting your butt to make contact with my kisses waiting for me to make my way to your rose bud. With anticipation you lift it up to me and you reach back and open your butt to me. I know you want me to lick it and slid my tongue into it and use my tongue to make love to it. So I do.

As I make love to it, I use my tongue on it and then into your rose bud in and out deeper and deeper with my tongue I go. Bringing you to your first orgasm for the night but not your last

Now you are thrusting your butt higher trying to drive as much of my tongue into your rose bud. I take my finger and begin to use it, sliding it in and out as you thrust it up to meet me. With my other hand I use my fingers to start rubbing your clit, as soon as I touch it you have another orgasm. I roll you over and let you recover from it as I massage the body oil into your breast and start kissing them. I take each nipple into my mouth and start sucking them rubbing them lightly with my other hand.

Working my way down your body and down each leg and kissing your feet and toes. I continue to work my way back up to your clit and mound. I start licking you clit lightly up an down and you respond by picking up the pace an did drill my tongue deep into your love holes and you start moving faster. I can feel you getting close so I take my two well oiled fingers and slid them deep into your lovely rose bud and that pushes you over the edge as you have a strong orgasm. I look down at you and how lovely you look as you recover. 

Then I pick you up and carry you to our bed laying you down and slowly make mad passionate love until we are both spent. And as we drift off to sleep in each other's arms I whisper into your ear how much " I love you." 



Making Love To You...



Making Love To You Is Always So Sweet

Before I even opened my eyes that morning I could hear the gentle sounds of rain hitting the roof. I sighed softly and snuggled closer to you, feeling the comfort of your warm body near me as you smiled in your sleep. I love to watch you sleep, you look so calm and serene as your dreams play out and distant looks of happiness and hope cross your face. I sometimes like to think that it’s me you’re seeing in your dreams, because I know that you tend have a starring role in mine. 

Your back was to me that morning, so I slowly snaked my arm around your body to hold you closer to me. Even in your sleep you responded to my touch and held onto the arm that was draped across your body. I fell back asleep like this, with our bodies pressed together and our legs intertwined. I woke up again, but this time not because of the rain. I felt your hand on my thigh, and then felt it slowly start to caress, moving higher and higher on my leg until you were stroking my hip. Since we always sleep naked together, there were no clothes obstructing the path that your hand was slowly tracing on my body. I opened my eyes and was met with the sight of you, propped up on your side, watching me as you met my gaze. 

We whispered our “good mornings” as I leaned toward you with my lips slightly parted. Our mouths met in a tender kiss that I gradually deepened by pushing just the very tip of my tongue into your mouth and then pulling it back a little. Teasing you like this drives you crazy, and I know it. I broke the kiss after a few seconds and covered your hand, the one that was still resting on my hip, with my own. Next I tossed the covers off and slid out of bed. 

My nipples immediately stiffened because the air was cold in the room, and I was not wearing any clothes. I told you to wait there while I went to the kitchen to make some tea and breakfast. I leaned down and kissed you once again, and then sauntered out of the bedroom and down the hall, all the while knowing that you were watching me since I did not bother with a robe. I returned to the bedroom holding a small tray of food: two mugs of steamy tea, as we did not drink coffee, and peach yogurt in a pretty little dish. I set the tray down next to the bed and climbed back in. 

You gently pulled me over to you so that I was sitting in between your legs, the curve of my ass resting lightly against your hardness. I passed you a mug of tea and picked up the dish of yogurt. I had purposefully only brought one spoon from the kitchen, clever me. I fed you the yogurt, spoonful by loving spoonful. I had gotten a little of the pink gooey yogurt on my finger, which you noticed. 

You brought my hand to your mouth and gently sucked and cleaned all of my fingers, even the ones that were clean to start with. I replaced the half-empty dish on the tray and turned my face in order to receive your kiss. As we were kissing so tenderly and lovingly, I slowly turned my whole body around until I was facing you, kneeling between your legs.

Your arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me close to you so that you could feel my hard nipples grazing against your skin. My own hands were in your hair and then running along your back and beautiful shoulders, touching and caressing you. Our kisses became more and more passionate as you slowly slid down the bed until you were lying flat and I was lying on top of you. I could feel your hardness pressing against my pelvis, and I began to grind myself on you in response. These movements elicited an approving groan from you, as you could feel my wetness seeping out and starting to cover you.

After a few minutes of this treatment you could not take it anymore and you flipped me over on to my back and gently spread my willing legs. You gently kissed me one more time before slowly starting to make your way down my body, leaving no part unloved. You began with kissing and gently nipping my neck before moving to the valley between my breasts. You kissed the sides of both and then moved to my hard nipples, standing tall and hard waiting for your sweet attention. 

As you sucked the hard little nubs into your mouth you looked into my eyes, wanting to see the love and desire reflected back to your own. My hands were knit into your hair, holding your head to my breasts. After a little bit of this wonderful torture, you continued your way down, kissing along my abdomen until you were met with my neatly trimmed pussy. You skipped right over it and moved to my inner thighs, grinning wickedly as you could see me begging with my eyes for you to touch me and lick me and eat me. You slowly and deliberately kissed your way along my thighs, sending chills through my body. 

This time, when you once again found yourself near my pussy, you lowered your mouth and lovingly licked the entire length of my wet slit, causing my whole body to writhe and twist on the bed. You placed your hands on my hips to keep me still and gently pushed the tip of your tongue through my inner lips. A series of moans and sighs were escaping from my mouth as you slowly penetrated me with your tongue. Then suddenly you removed your tongue and licked up all the juices; I knew where you were going next. An instant later I felt your tongue as it lapped against my swollen clit, and then your mouth as it closed around the swollen organ. 

My hands were twisted into your hair, holding your beautiful face to my pussy while I begged you to never stop. You were looking straight up into my eyes as you ravished my willing body. My moans intensified as my legs tensed and you knew that I was very close to cumming. You gently bit down on my clit and pushed two fingers inside of me, which pushed me over the edge. I came hard on your face, while I was thrashing wildly on the bed, unable to control the enormous orgasm that was ripping through my body. You licked up every drop and then crawled back up my body, kissing me and allowing me to taste myself on your lips. 

I looked into your eyes and asked you to make love to me, even as you were already slipping your hard cock in between my ready legs. I was so wet and you were so hard that your whole length slid quite easily into me. I wrapped my legs around your waist as you started making tender, sweet love to me. As you pushed yourself deeper into and then out of me, my hips began to rise to meet your thrusts. You patiently waited for me before you let yourself cum. 

With one hand you reached down between us and rubbed my clit, while your hard cock was rubbing me from the inside. You felt my pussy tighten around you and knew that I would cum any second, so you let yourself explode inside of me. I came at that same instant, and as we were cumming together our lips met in a passionate kiss that didn’t end until we were both calming down from our shared ecstasy. We stayed in bed like that for what seemed like hours, cuddling and telling each other how much we loved the other. Making love to you is always so sweet...



Making Love Under A Waterfall



I want you to close your eyes for a minute and clear your mind... I'm going to take you to a very special place, my favorite we are going on a picnic. It's real deep in the woods, there is a beautiful water fall, the water is cool but not cold. Behind the water fall is a open flat landing.

You and I get there early one morning , we are hot by the time we get there so we decide to cool off. Both of us strip and dive into the water taking the cooler with us. We are going to have our lunch behind the water fall. We are standing under the water, as we kiss the water is cascading over our bodies. As cold as the water is we are getting so hot. I push you back on the landing, your cock is already so hard. I lay out a blanket from the cooler and gently push you onto it. You think we are going to make love now but we aren't.

I reach over and pull out a couple of scarves, you get a little worried but you let me do what I want to do. I take one and gently tie your hands together over your head. I pull the other one thru my hands, you are thinking what the hell is she going to do with that one. I start kissing your face, eyes, mouth. I slip the scarf over your eyes blindfolding you. You keep asking me what I'm going to do to you, I don't say a word. I just start kissing your chest. I back off looking at you I almost wish you could see my eyes, the look of pure lust and love I am giving you but you can't see that all you have is a feeling of anticipation of what is to come. I don't want you be able to touch or see me, for once in your life I just want you to feel.

I take a ice cube out of the cooler and put it into my mouth then go back to your nipples sucking and gently biting them they are almost as hard as your cock. I can feel you shiver as I run my nails up your sides and the underside of your arms, putting little butterfly kisses all over you as I work my way up to your hands. I put your figures into my mouth and suck on them one at a time. Your are begging me to suck on your cock instead!

But I just roll you over and start rubbing your back kissing it all over, moving down to your ass. I love your body I could spend hours just looking and tasting you. You are beautiful I take my tongue and run it down the crack of your ass, as I do I reach under you and start playing with your balls. You arch your ass up to my mouth, I'm laying on my stomach in-between your legs, sucking on your ass running my tongue around your hole and sucking on the small area under your balls. You are going nuts!!!! I roll you back over onto your back and start kissing the inside of your legs, I put your cock in my mouth sucking on the head for just a second then move off,I hear your say O My God don't stop! I get a piece of ice to cool my mouth off, then I go back down on you. As I move your cock in and out of my mouth your are begging me to untie your hands so you can touch me.

But I no intention of doing it. As much as you want to touch me I'm so enjoying this. Somewhere in the back of my mind I realize if you really wanted loose you could get loose, but you realize I'm enjoying the feeling of control. Just the though of having a man like you, so perfect in every way, trusting me like this is in it's self a turn on for me. I have never loved any one like I love you.

I gently scrape my teeth up and down your cock, it doesn't hurt I then suck real hard on the head of your cock enjoying the taste of your pre cum. As I'm sucking on your cock my tongue is playing on the underside of it, one hand on your balls rolling them in my hand. The other hand is playing with your nipples, you keep asking me to stop, you want to fuck me but I don't stop. I want you to cum in my mouth, I need to taste you, all of you. As I squeeze your nipples and suck on your cock you let go...and cum, it seams to last forever. I don't think you have ever cum so hard in my mouth as your cum hits the back of my throat time after time.

I love it, you taste salty but great as you cum I reach down and put my finger inside my pussy feeling the wetness, I then put my finger to your nose, you can smell the sex, the need I have for you. You open your mouth I slide my finger in and let you suck on it. You tell me how sweet, like nothing you have ever tasted.

After you relax a few minutes you start begging me to untie you again. You don't know it yet but I'm not finished with you. I move off and open the cooler reach inside and take out some stuff, first I open a bottle of wine taking a drink then filling my mouth with wine, I start to kiss you, you think but instead you find your mouth filling up with cold wine. Your thirsty and as you drink from my mouth it starts to turn you on. I watch as your cock starts getting hard again. I start feeding you, I don't tell you what I make you tell me what I am putting into your mouth. In between feeding you I'm running my hands over your chest playing with your nipples, rubbing my tits all over you. I take some chocolate syrup and pore it on my nipples letting you eat it off. God it feels so good I don't know how much more I can take.

By now your cock is rock hard again and I still haven't touched you. Your begging me to let you loose so we can fuck, I'm telling you how much I want you inside me. As I move over you I reach up and take off the blindfold letting you watch me as I slide my pussy over your chest. Moving down to give your cock one last kiss before I untie your hands. I want to look into your eyes as you slide into me. As I slip my tongue into your mouth your cock is slipping into my pussy, I'm wet, hot and tight...before I start moving on you I whisper into your ear, " You have no ideal now much I want and need you, you are mine as I am yours. You reach up and caress my tits as I start moving on your cock your telling me how great it feels to be inside me at last. Holding me down on your cock I can feel myself starting to climax, it feels like the top of my head is coming off. I can feel my body tremble as wave after wave of pure pleasure washes over me. 

Somewhere I hear you telling me Baby I can't hold on much longer. You cradle my face in your hands as you explore my mouth. I can feel your kisses to the core of my being. All of a sudden you slide one arm around my ass and we roll over together never leaving my pussy you land on top of me and start sliding in and out of me real slow letting me feel every inch of your cock. I hear a pop as you slide out of me, I start to rise up but you push me back down. With one last kiss you start moving down my body, setting me on fire again. I can feel your hands sliding under my ass, squeezing me in your hands. As I move my legs apart you kiss each thigh blowing gently on my skin teasing me. 

This is pay back in the best way, making me wait. I can feel your breath on my pussy then finely thank god I fell your tongue as you lick my pussy lips. I think I have died and gone to heaven as your mouth and hands start working there magic on me. I can feel my climax building up as I try to get you to start sucking on my clit all of a sudden I feel you push your middle finger inside me. You know exactly where my g-spot is and when you find it I feel your mouth latch on my clit. My ass comes off of the ground as I try to push your mouth into me holding your head against my pussy as I climax again. You start gently licking me as I start coming down leaving a trail of wetness as you move up to my mouth. You slip your tongue into my mouth letting me taste what you have been tasting. You back off a little grinning and tell me how much you love the way I taste. I can feel how hard your cock is as you slide into me and start moving in and out of me. I hear you say "Baby tell me what you want?" I want you to fuck me hard I say.

You turn me onto my hands and knees, I can feel your cock on my ass, I reach between my legs and grab your cock gilding it into my pussy. You start slowly pushing your cock all the way in then pulling out until just the head is still inside me. I reach under me grabbing your balls playing with them for a second. You tell me your almost ready to cum. I can feel my own climax building up as I tell you to fuck me harder. I can feel your cock growing as you hold on to my hips slamming into me. As you hit my ass I can feel your hot cum squirting inside me. OMG I go off, my climax is so hard all I see is stars. 

As you fall on to me you roll us over onto our sides still inside me. We are both so hot I feel you pull my hair up and blow onto my neck to help cool me off. You whisper "I'm so happy" and you are because you are where you belong, with me together..."The measure of life is not the number of breaths that we take, but in the number of moments that take our breaths away" and this one just did. 



Making Love with an Angel



As always, all characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This is my first try at writing erotic fiction, although how much of it actually is fiction is questionable. It was alot of fun writing, so I hope you enjoy reading it just as much! 

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Her eyes were the colour of the coffee, though they held far more sweetness in their inviting depths. Her chestnut hair framed her face with its long, shining lengths. Every move of hers showed off her fit body, and proved to further exhibit her ample breasts. She walked with a slight limp, from an accident she'd had as a child, having left slice in the tendon of her upper right leg. The scar was paper white, and led like an arrow, to her taught ass barely covered by her volleyball spandex.

Her demeanour would have made an angel envious, and her virtues shown like lights from heaven in her every action and word. She wore a ring on her finger, a purity ring to commemorate her celibacy and devotion to her God. How she'd managed to last all those years, one could only fathom.

She'd had a steady boyfriend for the past year or two. They seemed great together, their Facebook walls were filled with each others' faces. I, however, was eternally stuck in the friend zone. She shared everything with me, except what my body always wanted. Her boyfriend seemed to have had the same thoughts, because one spring day she came crying to me by the lockers at school. It was her boyfriend's 18th birthday, and he'd expected a special surprise. She'd thought he was okay with the celibacy stuff, of the understanding that he was in it with her. He just couldn't hold out on it, and that was what finished their relationship. I can't fault him, abstinence makes me horny.

So there she was as the end of school bell sounded, in my arms as I comforted her. Her breasts, easily C cups, pressed firmly against my chest. I tried my hardest not to let something of mine press against hers. 

"Everything will be okay, Karlie," I told her softly, as she sobbed into my shoulder.

"No, No it won't be!" I made out through the fabric of my shirt that her face was pressed against.

~~~~

That night I got a call from her. She sounded odd, her voice ran together in all the wrong places. Was she drunk?

"Eli, please... come over... I'm not ... feeling well," she said, the words slurred a little.

I was there in minutes, she only lived about 5 minutes away from my house. We'd gone to the same school since elementary. My grey Charger pulled up into her semi-circle driveway. Her parents were gone for the weekend, for holiday in Bermuda, so I'd come as quickly as possible in case something was seriously wrong.

She met me at the door, her eyes were bloodshot, and she'd obviously been crying. I spotted a half empty Vodka bottle on the coffee table by her suede couch. I put my arm around her to support her over to the couch, which she obviously needed help doing.

"Karlie, were you drinking?" I asked worriedly.

"J-Jus' a lill." 

"Are you okay? I thought you were against drinking?"

"I was... was against a lot of stuff. No'ing mattersh now," she said dejectedly. Her head slumped into my lap. 

I was worried for her, I wanted to help, but the placement of her head was rather distracting. She turned and looked up at me with those eyes, filled with pain over what had happened that day. Then her expression changed into something I'd never seen in them, something that could only have come with all the alcohol she'd consumed that night.

She uttered two words, two words I'd wanted to hear for a long time, "Kiss me, Eli."

"Are... are you sure, Karlie? I mean, you just broke up with your boyfriend today. Are you sure you're ready for thi-"

I was cut off by her pressing her warm, wet, inviting lips against mine. I submitted, and pressed back with my own. Her tongue prodded against my lips, and I opened them to her tongue's exploration. I could taste the Vodka on her breath, as she moved to sit on my lap facing towards me. It was too much, I could feel my member rapidly hardening, straining against her tight ass. She noticed it too, and her eyes widened. To my greatest surprise, she began to move her ass over my lap. She smiled a sloppy slime, and pulled her purity ring off her finger.

My mouth widened in surprise, vulnerable to another onslaught of kissing. I turned my body, and lowered her down on the couch. "This is going to far," I thought. She and my body had other ideas. She lay on the couch as I tried to extricate myself from her embrace, but her fingers went straight for my belt, unbuckling it clumsily with her fingers. She looked up at me again with those eyes, and I resisted no longer. I held her hands in mine, and guided them to unzip my jeans. I pulled my legs out of them and let them fall to the floor. My cock pressed hard against my boxers. She pulled those off as well. 

"So.. how do I do this?" she asked, as she wrapped her petite fingers around my throbbing cock. 

"You... you have to get it wet first," I said, struggling to keep my voice level. 

She smiled an extremely sexy smile, and wrapped her lips around its head. She choked a little as she tried to plunge my meat as far into her mouth as it would go. She began to bob her head on it as her fingers worked to keep up. It felt amazing, other girls had done this for me before, but the other girls weren't Karlie. I looked down at her, and watched as her large breasts bounced to the tempo set my her head. 

I cautiously reached down to touch one of them, and she made a sound of surprise, slightly muffled by my cock. I brought my other hand to her other breast, so that I cupped both of them gently with my hands, over her shirt. 

She pulled her mouth off of my dick, grabbed her shirt, and ripped it over her head. "What's come over her?" I thought in shock, as her shirt and bra hit the floor. There she sat, her tits exposed. Two rather small, brown areolae stood out on the tanned white of her breasts. I squeezed them, then began to play with her nipples. She made an intake of breath, then thrust her head on my cock again, burying it in her mouth. She worked in even faster, encouraging me to be a little rougher with her ample tits.

She'd had enough, she grabbed me, spun me around, and pushed me on the couch. An impressive show of strength for someone of her size, but I wasn't resisting either. She pulled off her tiny shorts with a little struggle, and stood in front of me wearing only a pair of small, pink, panties. 

I'd never seen anything more perfect in my entire life. Even in her drunk state, she was just as beautiful. Her dark brown her cascaded down one side of her face, obscuring half of one of her big tits. Her large breasts led to a trim chest chest, which was offset my long, slender legs. In the centre of it all were those panties.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked Karlie, as a shiver shot through my spine, straight to my groin.

She answered by hooking her thumbs in the sides of her panties, pulling them down to her ankles. Her ass poked out for a second, and her tits hung down majestically as she bent down to pick up her panties. She threw them in my face, and with the same motion, lost balance and fell on top of me. Right onto my dick. 

It impaled her virgin pussy with force, ripping through her hymen. She gave a shriek, then her voice broke. She opened her eyes and looked at me with the deepest longing. 

"Eli. Fuck me." 

They were the clearest words I'd heard her speak since I'd come over that night. I pushed her ass up, then let it fall slowly again on my dick. She was wet already, and I began to pump in and out of her, causing moans of pain and joy from her mouth, which had taken on a distinct "O" shape. She faced me as a fucked her, her tits bouncing up and down in front of my face. 

She came just before me, I felt her vaginal muscles tense around my cock as I pumped in and out of her, close to a climax myself. Her voice began to rise into hysterics as she reached. 

"OH! MY! GOOODDDDD!" she shrieked.

I came right after her, filling her with long jets of my potent seed. She slumped against me, too tired to rise, as my now softening cock lay still inside her. When I heard her begin to breathe deeply, I lifted her off me and carried her to her bed, where I deposited her with the utmost care, and lay a blanket on top of her sleeping form.

I ran to the drug store that night and got Plan-B pills, but in the morning, she refused to take them. I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather be with the rest of my life, but she didn't become pregnant that night. That was our first time together, but definitely not our last.



Making Love with Diane's Feet



This story is much different from the usual ones I write. Only her feet and my mouth are involved in our lovemaking.

Pretty much all of my lady friends enjoy having me eat their pussies but outside of that they have varied wishes and desires. Some of these desires are a bit kinky but as long as we both like it and nobody gets hurt, I am always happy to participate. 

Shirley enjoys having me lick and suck her feet and it is a lot of fun for me too but that is just a preliminary for us. Her greatest enjoyments, and mine, are from my eating her pussy and fucking her there or in her ass. For Diane, however, her feet are her primary erogenous zone. She cums just from having her toes and feet sucked and licked, and from being fucked between her insteps and doesn't even need any action on her pussy. Although I am not so attracted to feet that I subscribe to shoe catalogs, I very much enjoy making love to sexy, well-kept female feet like Shirley's or Diane's. They are as soft and smooth and sexy as a woman's ass and almost as much fun to lick and kiss.

The last time I went to visit her was last week and she was really glad to see me. Diane was barefoot in her apartment, as usual, and the only thing she was wearing was a short nighty. She is blonde and rather pudgy which adds to her appeal because her dainty feet are even softer and sexier. Her apartment is entirely covered with expensive plush carpet to protect her primary sex organs when she walks on it. Besides pampering her feet on the carpet, she keeps them soft and immaculate by regular beauty treatments, using lotions and washing them frequently, with creamy soap, always including just before I am due to arrive.

After I kissed Diane on her lips, both our mouths closed because it was a just an affectionate greeting, she spoke to her feet. "Okay, Girls, George is here and he's going to give you a good time, like he always does. Say hello to him."

Although I didn't actually hear them speak to me, I answered. "Hello, Left. Hello Right." After we had vocally greeted each other, Diane lifted them up so we could say hello the way all three of us really like; and I kissed and licked each sole in turn. They were as smooth and sexy as I had anticipated and I felt my cock start to stiffen at the contact. 

I followed Diane's feet into her bedroom where she lay down, with her knees bent so her soles were flat on the mattress and her nighty was pulled up above her waist, exposing her pussy to my gaze. For now, all I would do was look at it but after she had enjoyed a climax, I would lick off her fresh juices. I don't insist on this because kissing and licking and fucking her feet is enough but I always relish the taste of fresh pussy juices so it is an additional treat and Diane does enjoy the feel of my tongue licking her pussy. 

After removing all my clothing, I knelt on the bed in front of Diane and started making love to her feet. As usual, I started with the left one, for no reason except that I am right handed. After gently separating her littlest toe from the others, I first licked its outside edge, then the ball of that little piggy and thoroughly in between it and the next toe. The second digit received the same treatment, as did the third and fourth. Because it was so pleasurable to both of us, I was proceeding slowly, spending a long time on each toe, giving them the loving attention they deserved. Diane's longer toes were laved many times by my tongue, and as I made love to each in turn, I kept the preceding ones in my mouth. By the time my tongue had caressed the fourth, I had a nice, erotic mouthful and Diane was cooing in pleasure.

Holding all four toes together, I stroked my tongue back and forth along their bottoms and the bottoms of each one separately. After drawing all the soft, lovely digits into my mouth as far as I could and holding them there, I stretched my tongue down to gently lick the ball of her foot. She was just as soft and smooth there and the feeling was just as erotic as if I had been licking her breasts. We were both really enjoying ourselves; my cock was fully erect and Diane's ass was squirming on the bed while her pussy fucked into the air and had begun producing a trickle of delectable juices. 

Unfortunately, my mouth is not big enough to hold all of Diane's toes at once so I took the first four out and concentrated on her big one, spending almost as much time on her as I had on the first four. After licking her sides and ball, I drew her in between my lips. Holding the lovely toe loosely in my mouth, I started bobbing my head up and down, sucking on her as some people suck on cocks and enjoying the erotic sensation as much as those folks enjoy what they do. 

Diane was really enjoying it too, of course, judging from her moans of pleasure, maybe even more than I was. She interrupted these moans to say, "I really love that, George. My girl loves it too. I hope you'll do as much for my other girl when it's her turn."

Assuming no cataclysm occurred, that was what I intended. Both her feet are beautiful and I wanted to make love to them equally bringing Diane to two orgasms, one with either foot. Because her body, including her right leg, was writhing on the bed from the pleasure she was getting, I held tightly to Diane's left ankle to keep her first lovely girl in place while she and my mouth mutually pleasured each other. For a long time I had been bobbing my head, sucking her big toe in between my lips and it was time to start taking the adorable digit farther into my mouth. When she was in as far as I could get it, with the sides of my lips pressed against the space between her and the next toe, I stretched my tongue and started licking the ball of Diane's foot. 


The girl felt wonderful there too, soft and smooth, with no calluses or rough spots and I was really grateful to Diane for taking such good care of her feet. Slowly, I withdrew my mouth, my tongue massaging first her foot, then the underside of her toe, until my upper lip was pressed against the nail and I was licking just the tip of her toe. Over and over, I repeated the same caresses until Diane was almost ready to cum.

"Lick my sole, George; I wanna cum. You know where."

I did know where, and I prepared to lick her foot in the sweetest spot. To Diane, the insteps of her feet are much like the clits of most women. Diane can and does become highly aroused from what I had been doing so far but I would have to lick the insteps before she would cum. The skin there almost never makes contact with any surface, not even the plush carpet in the apartment, and it is thinner and more sensitive than any other part of her girls. Still holding her ankle with both hands, I held her foot in front of my face and started to lick just in front of the heel.

"Yes! Yes! Keep licking her there," Diane urged me. 

As I started to lick outside her instep, preparing to bring my tongue slowly to the most sensitive part, her whole body was thrashing on the bed and her pussy was fucking harder than ever into the air. Finally, my tongue was where she wanted it to be. "Oh! Oh! Yes!" Diane blurted out as she started cumming. I held onto her ankle tightly for fear of being kicked in the face, because her free leg was waving and kicking in the air and her left leg was trying to join it. While her hips swiveled on the bed, jerking her pussy up and down, her arms flailed at her sides. Doggedly, I clung to her and kept my mouth tightly against what I knew to be the most erogenous spot on her left foot and continued licking for as long as she continued cumming.

When Diane climaxed, her hips gave a sudden spasm, followed by a relaxation of her arms and legs. Completely relaxed, she sagged against the bed, a happy smile on her face. I gently set her leg down and moved forward on my hands and knees to feast on all the delightful juices that were running onto her legs, crotch and the outside of her pussy. They were as delicious as I had known they would be and licking them up felt just as good on my tongue as licking her feet had felt. After devouring everything, I sat back to wait until Diane was ready to have me make love to her other foot.

I didn't have long to wait. "That was wonderful," she said, looking up at me. "But the other girl is jealous now. I hope you can do the same for her."

I was happy, even eager to do what the other girl wanted and I treated Diane's right foot the same as I had treated her left, starting with the smallest toe and sucking and licking them all in turn. The sweetest spot in her right foot is in the same place as in her left foot and once again, when I reached it, and caressed her there with my tongue for a few minutes, Diane started cumming again. She enjoyed her second great orgasm and I enjoyed my second feast of her marvelous pussy juices. 

Up to that point, I had concentrated on Diane's needs, thoroughly enjoying myself in the process, but I had needs too and they had become urgent. After all the erotic pleasure from making love to her sexy feet with my mouth, my cock was hard and throbbing and in need of some action. Diane was aware of this, I knew, and, after she had regained her strength from her second orgasm, she reached out with her feet toward my cock.

"The girls really enjoyed what you did for them, George," she told me. "Now they want to do something nice for you." Since I was certain they would know what to do, I lay down with my legs spread so her girls could have full access to my stiff cock and pleasure everybody.

They started by holding my shaft between their big toes and slowly stroking. Diane's toes were so soft and smooth that it was almost like having my cock pillowed between a pair of breasts. Slowly they moved up and down on my shaft, while I sighed and moaned from all the pleasure I had received from Diane's feet, and was still receiving. All of us were hugely enjoying ourselves and while her feet were on my cock, her fingers were on her clit as Diane started to build to another climax. 

After a few minutes of caressing between the big toes, she hitched herself closer to me so she could bend her knees and move her feet around better on my cock, giving all of us even more pleasure. Her girls seemed to have lives of their own and they worked as a team. My cock was held against the instep of the left foot while the other girl caressed down the head and shaft with the pads of all her toes. When the toes reached my pubic hair, they stopped and went back to start over at the head of my cock. After the right foot had stroked me a few times, they switched duties, with the right instep doing the holding while the toes of her left foot did the caressing. Diane's toes and feet felt as good there as they had in my mouth. For a long time the girls continued, switching roles frequently, and the longer they pleasured my cock, the better it felt.

My cock was feeling good to Diane's feet too. She was leaning back on her elbows and her fingers were no longer rubbing her clit but I could see her pussy fucking into the air already, at the same slow pace as her toes were stroking, and I could see and smell her delightful pussy juices trickling down her crotch and onto the mattress. Her moans of pleasure formed an erotic duet with mine and, if her girls had possessed mouths, it would have been a quartet.

We continued like that with my cock being stroked by Diane's toes and insteps and both of us coming closer to our respective climaxes. I was almost ready and I could tell that Diane was too by the way her ass was rocking from side to side on the bed and from her moans and whimpers. She moved her feet again so my cock was held between her insteps and the places of tightest contact were the two sweetest spots on her feet. Her pussy was fucking faster into the air, at the same speed as the girls were fucking themselves on my cock. "Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh," she groaned, in time with the movements of her feet and her pussy. I was ready to cum and I knew Diane was too.

I grunted as I climaxed and a spurt of semen landed on one of the girls. More of the thick fluid oozed out of my cock to run onto both of her feet. When I ejaculated there, it was enough to make Diane cum too. She groaned loudly and squeezed her insteps together; her pussy fucked one last time, stronger than ever, into the air and her hands clenched the sheets of the bed. Her last climax of the day was quick, happening just seconds after she started cumming. 

Diane relaxed and lay back on the bed with her legs spread and I scurried forward to feast on her delicious pussy juices for the third time that day. As I was enjoying my treat she enjoyed hers, wrapping her legs around me and scraping my cum off her feet. With a pleased smile, she licked it off her fingers.  Besides having a great time together sexually, we had both enjoyed a tasty treat.

I hope you enjoyed this story. Although it's not what I usually write, it was fun doing it. My only other story involving feet was "I Bump into Shirley and John" which is in the group sex category. Whatever you think of the story, please vote your opinion and I always appreciate feedback, either a personal comment or email. I always respond to either. 



Making Love With Friend's Mom



Hi! I am saket and want to tell you my fucking experiences, which I have done when I was 18 years old.

Well first I want to tell you about my self a little bit. I am a good-looking guy and fond of older babes. When I was 18, I use to spend a lot of time with my friend at his home. My friends name was amit and we were use to be a good friends until one day when this happened in all out of blues.

I was very close to my friends mother as they two were all-alone, because his father use to work in an oil company and was out of town most of the time, let's say for 9 months in a year. He was a senior official there and he was required to be there most of the time.

My friends mother use to have a lot of love for me, she regarded me as his own son and told many a times to my mother also. I was very pleased to have a friend like amit but I was not sure about him and the reason was his mom.

Now I want to come straightforward to my relation with his mom. As I use to spend a lot of time with my friend at his home, his mother use to come and sit with us and share a lot of jokes and stuffs with us. She show a lot of interest in me and use to laugh and eat with us and this is what my friend doesn't like the most and I can read his face most of the time, what he was thinking of me and his mom. He always tries to yell me out about his mother what I think of her. But I always pretend that she is same as my mom and I regard here most after my mother and sometimes I even say to her mom instead of aunty, which sometimes clear doubts created in his mind and his mother likes that very much and try's to hug me in front of her.

But from my side I always thought of her as a sex toy for me. Yes this is true and I masturbate a lot thinking of her having sex with me. When I visit my friend I always pray that he was not there so that I can have a go at his mom and which I thought his mother too needs me in that way.

This is because whenever I visited my friend his mother use to slid her cloth a little bit in order that I would easily see inside her and that's why I always masturbate thinking of her in that way.

Now I would like to describe a little bit about my friend mom, she is 40 years old and a bit plump but looks a beautiful old lady with huge tits, which I was very fond off.

She is fair and her legs were as fair as her face, all I could say she was the most beautiful fat old lady in town. She drew a lot of attention of young boys towards her when we three use to go down market to buy some vegetables. When she use to walk fast her tits bounces so high and low that I think of grabbing her bouncy tits in my mouth and suck the hell out of her.

Now as days past I was losing control over myself and decided that today is the day to fulfill my needs. So I called over to my friend house and I was surprised to hear his mother's voice, as I was not expecting her to pick up the handset because the phone was in amity's room.

Now the next thing I asked her was about amit and she replied that he is out of town for few days as his father called him over to stay with him and learn about the factory's manufacturing of oil.

Now I was getting more eager and curious to fuck her and I was expecting that she would call me over her house and it happened exactly the same way.

After a few minutes of talk she asked me to come over her house as she has made a good lunch for both of us and asked me to come before the lunchtime, as she was feeling lonely. After the talks I was completely stunned to what has happened now because as a matter of fact I was dreaming the same in my last night sleep.

So I decided to have a quick bath and have a go at my best friend mother.

As I reached amit's house his mother was surprised to see me. She was surprised to see me so early as it was 9 am only.

She asked me to come over and relax on their huge couch. She asked me if I want any thing to drink and I happily asked her to make a coffee for me.

She smiled at me and kissed on my cheeks, while she was kissing my cheeks I saw her huge tit's inside her night gown but couldn't able see them completely as she was wearing bra's. She noticed me what I was doing and paused in that position for sometime in order that I can have a complete look over them.

After kissing me on my cheeks she laughed at me and told me that you are now becoming a naughty boy and headed towards the kitchen.

As she was going towards the kitchen I was completely flabbergasted to see her huge butts jiggling around.

I was in state of shock of what has just happened and I was happy that all is going my way which I was dreaming so for many days.

Than I decided to take some action and have a command on my best friends mother, but that requires a huge effort and I was not sure that she would agree to my demand. But a slight glitter of hope raised in my mind of what happened few minutes back, I was thinking that she too wants me as she was not having sex with any body for almost 5 months and women of her nature need that every week. 

So I was just ignoring my negative ideas and I headed toward the kitchen.

When I reached the kitchen I saw her making coffee for me. She looked over me in a different manner and told me " sweet pie your coffee is ready now"

She asked me to drink for the time being as she wants to have a quick bath.

She again kissed me on my cheeks and this time due to fault she let her hands drop on my 7 inches rock solid cock. As her hand touched my cock from outside I yelled a little moan, which took her by surprise, and again she laughed and told me that you are becoming naughty day by day and headed towards her bathroom.

I was now confirmed that she wants me and I what I do from now-onwards would be the best for me, so I waited patiently with my erect cock.

After few minutes she came down, and I was surprised to see her in nightgown again but this time it was more beautiful than the last night she wore.

She was locking so beautiful that I was now loosing my control and want to fuck now at every cost.

She then took a seat next to me and asked me to turn on the TV.

Then she looked over me in my eyes and asked me how she was looking.

I then with some effort said to her that she is looking sexy and as soon as I said this she was completely surprised to what she just heard from me.

Than she told me that I should not have spoken such words to her as she was my mother like.

But I however ignore her talks and immediately asked her to tell some thing about sex.

She was stunned to what I was asking her and what I was doing right now.

She asked me to leave but I ignored her and quickly GRABBED ONE OF HER TITS.

SHE WAS SHOCKED AND RESISTED ME TO WHAT I WAS DOING 

SHE TOLD ME THAT THIS IS WRONG AND I SHOULD NOT DO WITH HER BECAUSE THIS IS INCEST AND IT IS NOT GOOD FOR BOTH OF US.

BUT I PLEADED IN FRONT OF HER, TO LET ME HAVE SEX WITH HER BUT SHE IMMEDIATLEY ASKED ME TO LEAVE OTHERWISE SHE WOULD CALL MY MOTHER.



I TOLD HER THAT I WOULD LEAVE ONLY IF YOU WOULD NOT TELL AMYBODY ESPECAILLY AMIT AND MY MOTHER, BECAUSE AMIT WAS MY BEST FRIEND AND I DON'T WANT TO LOOSE HIM. AS SOON AS I SAID TOLD THIS TO HER, I SAW A LITTLE BIT OF SYMPATHY IN HER EYES AND WITH THAT SHE TOLD ME NOT TO WORRY.



AS I STARTED TO WALK TOWARDS THE GATE, WITH VERY WEAK LEGS

I HEARD VOICE ASKING ME TO COME AGAIN TO HER.



I HEADED TOWARDS HER, AND THEN SHE STARTED KISSING ME ON MY CHEEKS AND I WAS AGAIN SURPRISED TO WHAT WAS HAPPENING.



She asked me that she would let me do what I want but I should not ever dare to tell others what I have done.

With that said, I promised her that I would not tell anybody.

She than quickly took me to amit's bedroom and locked the door from inside and slid all his curtains, as the room was visible from outside.

Than she than told me to sit next to her and asked me about sex. " She wanted to know that what I know about sex and have I done earlier with any girl or not "

I replied to her with shame on my face that I just know how to suck tits and nothing more.

" She laughed at me and said that it would be more fun with you if you don't know about sex an told me that today I will try to teach you how to have sex and how to make a women happy!! "

I was happy to hear that and without wasting any time she took my hand and placed on her huge tit and asked me too press.

With that she sighted a huge moan and kissed my lips. We kissed for at least 3 to 4 minutes and after that she asked me pull her nightgown.

When I pulled her nightgown there she was my beautiful plum lady halved naked which I dreamed of.

I was stunned to see her huge tits, which were forcing to come out of her black bras.

She told me to UN tie her black bra's from behind, as I did she soon took my hand and placed my palms on her 38 d' breast.

As I touched her breast she moaned and asked me to play with them.

Than I asked how to play with them, she then smiled to me and took my head and towards one of her breast and asked me suck her.

I did that and it was a sight as if a mother nursing her child.

She was letting huge moaning sounds and continuously asking me to stop as this was wrong, we should not do it, as she was my mother and my best friends mom, but now the limit's was crossed and I continuously sucked her both breast alternately and she was pressing my head deep inside her breast rather avoiding me to do so.

But I was enjoying the time and was sucking her huge breast with full force.

After sometime she asked me to stop doing that and it's now her turn. But I was so into sucking her breast that I was not letting her to do that, but than she promptly told me that "please stop now, it's hurting now, son, u can do it afterwards, I am all yours now. Let me now do some sucking job for you."

After hearing that I quickly removed my head from her breast and was curious to what she will do now with me.

She than removed my cloth and I was quite ashamed of being nude in front of her, but at the same time I was not fully naked, I was in my underwear.

She bit surprised to see my cock, which was demanding to come out. She quickly undid my underwear and took hold of my 6-inched rock solid cock.

I let out a huge moan and she smiled at me and told me that you are too young for me, but however I promised you I would let you do. With that she opened her mouth and took my whole 6 inches fat cock in her warm mouth.

I screamed in pleasure but she continued to suck tightly, giving me all pleasure, which I was dying to have for such along time. She continued to suck and lick my cock in her warm mouth. After sucking for at least 5 minutes I begged her to stop as I was cumin but she ignored my pleading and sucked with all her force.

But when she came to know that I was really on the verge of cumin she took out my cock from her mouth and started to fondle with her sweet, soft hands.

She at times uses to rub my prick with her breast and asked me to cum but I refused as I demanded a fucking with her, but she refused to do so.

She told me that this would not be right having full sex with me and I am like his son only and if something happens than she would never face the society.

But I continuously begged her to have full sex with me. But after looking at my pleading and demanding face she allowed me to fuck her and told me not to mention about this, what we are going to do now.

She smiled at me and with a laugh she again kissed my lips saying that I have become a very naughty and nasty boy and she never dreamed of such things happening between my best friends mom and me.

But again the problem arises for me, as I was not a literate of how to have sex.

I told her that I haven't had sex with anybody earlier so, if she doesn't mind teaching me.

She again smiled at me and this time asking me to come over top of her.

I did what she ordered me to do.

First I lay beside her and than she asked me to come on top of her.

As soon as I started to climb on her my 6inches cock came in contact with her old but beautiful pussy lips of her.

They were pinkish in colors and were swollen a little bit. 

Than I asked her what should I do next, she than took my head from behind and put on top of her swollen lips.

She than asked me to lick and bite her lips in the same way as I did to her tits.

I did the same first by licking and than started to bite a little bit, as I continued to do so she was moaning loudly and I was bit afraid as somebody would listen that.

But she continued to laugh, and moan loudly and told me that she is now Cumming and asked me to stop.

Than she told me to put my cock at her lips and asked me to slid it inside.

After listening to what she said, I took hold of my penis and started to slide it inside her, but I was failed to do so.

Than she asked me to try once more, I did the same this time and again I failed to deliver the goods.

She smiled rubbing my back, and asked me, that if this is my first time, and I nodded yes to her.

She than told me by saying " oh my poor baby, I would let you know how to get inside your friends mom" 

With that she added that by saying " that I have to help her in doing that, and I agreed to that"

She than took my penis in her hands and guided to the valley of softness and warmness.

Now my prick was exactly aimed to her pussy lips. She asked me to stay in this position for few seconds and told me that she would push me from behind and I should also thrust simultaneously with her push.

I agreed to her, but I questioned that, should it hurt my penis, she laughed at me and told that a little bit during entrance but after that you will have to hurt me and take full control of her.

She told me that you would feel as if you are in heaven when your cock will penetrate in me.

As I was getting quite excited I told her that I am now ready to get inside her.

She again kissed my lips and while kissing she banged me behind from my hips and my cock entered in her pussy.

We both screamed when my cock entered her pussy, but my scream was a little painful with pleasure as compared to her.

She was screaming in pleasure but I was not comfortable with that. I told her that I want to take out my penis but this time she refused to my demand and asked me to push my cock even further.

But I was having pain in my prick as my foreskin, was totally pushed downwards.

I pleaded her to let me off now, but she ignored and further locked her legs behind my hips.

She told me that I would feel great if I start to hump her by sliding my cock in and out of her pussy.

She told me to do once like this way and if I still feel uncomfortable then she will let me go.

I followed her instruction, by just sliding a little bit of my red headed cock outwards. As I slid it backwards she again pushed me inside her and I again screamed but this time in a lot of pleasure and she too with pleasure.

She then asked me, how it feels now and I without giving her the answer pushed my cock with a lot of force inside her and this time it was her who told me to be patient and be slow, not to be aggressive as this was my first time and she doesn't want to make me explode too early.

But I was not listening to her and started smashing my cock deep inside her naval with lot of man hood. 

She begged me stop and does it slowly because I was now hurting her.

But I was enjoying this and was not listening to her and as I smashed my cock in her with a huge force I quickly grabbed one of her huge bouncing breast and at the same time I kissed her lips with a lot of passion.

She then asked me slow down a little bit, but it was not so demanding as earlier one and I was feeling that she too was enjoying my cock in her.

She then grabbed my hips in order to support me while I was sliding my cock in and out of her pussy.

As she was enjoying my cock I sometimes took my penis out of her vagina and again try to slide it in her pussy by my self and again I was not able to do so.

She again took hold of my prick and placed on top of her pussy lips. Than she locked her legs again behind my hips and while she grabbed my hips she pushed me again inside her and this time it was feeling a lot better and I was enjoying this a lot.

When my cock slide inside her pussy she always use to say, " that this is wrong my poor baby, what if your friend will know about this, please don't do this my baby, but I was not listening to her and was thrusting with a lot of force and I was feeling proud to fuck my dream women and mother of my best friend.

As this was my first time I couldn't hold my self much more and with loudest scream of all I burst out thick milky cum inside her cunt one by one.

It was so much in amount that it started to drip out from her cunt and I collapsed on her breast sucking them very slowly.

When I was at the verge of Cumming she ordered me not to burst inside her cunt as she would become pregnant, but I could not hold myself and blew up inside my friends world where he came from. As soon as I blew up all my eagerness in side her she screamed loudly and started to kiss my lips.

We than laid in that position for at least an hour or so, with my semi erected penis inside her valley.

She than asked me to get rid of her now as her son would be here any time, but I told her that I am still not complete and she again felled my penis growing inside her.

She then told me that I can do it tomorrow again and I should leave now.

But I don't agree to her and asked her if I can enter my cock in her butts.

She smiled at me by saying that I can do her backwards tomorrow, but not today, as she was exhausted now.

But I again pleaded in front of her and told her that I will make it fast this time.

She looked at the door and after few seconds she allowed me to do.

I was happy to hear with that I quickly grabbed her breast and started to put her nipples in my mouth.

But she doesn't allowed me to do so, as it would again take time, but I however managed to suck her breast for few seconds and with that she bend her self facing her large, soft shiny butts in front of my penis head.

I asked her what to do next; she then grabbed my penis again and aimed right at her butt's entrance.

She then asked me to push the same way as I did in her pussy.

I did the same way and this time my cock entered in her butts quite easily and we both again moaned.

I started to push in and out of her butts while grabbing her breast from below, which were touching her son's bed.

I sometime kissed her shoulders and with my hand tied again her big waist and started to ram my cock inside her.

I quickly took on the pace and with huge thrust I shouted my load inside her butts.

We both screamed when I blew my whole load inside her butts.

I again fall on her back with pleasure and she laid facing downwards to her son's bed with me on top of her.

My cock was still inside her butts and we remained in that position for quite sometime.

But now she ordered me to leave and told me not to talk about this to any one. I told her to trust me and asked her to have sex with me again.

She quickly grabbed and kissed me on my lips with great hunger and told me that she would call me when my friend is not home.

We both smiled and again kissed each other, but as we were kissing my friend out of nowhere entered inside his room and was shocked to see both of us fully naked.

He shouted over me and told me how dare you touched my mom.

But his mom quickly grabbed him and asked me to leave immediately.

I was quite horrified about what happened just now and was in no state to face my friend again.

I was ashamed of what I have done and was thinking that I will loose my best friend forever.

It was now 3 days after that event happened, I haven't met my friend nor is mom, but suddenly my phone rang and as I picked up the phone I was happy to hear my friends mom.




Making Love With Friend's Mom



She told me to come over her place, but I told her that I could not even if I need too.

But she pressurized me to come over house immediately as there was a surprise for me.

I quickly reached at my friend's house and I was praying that my friend was not at home.

But as soon as the door opened I saw my friend with his mom.

His mom greeted me to come inside and asked me to kiss her in front of her son.

I resisted that, but she told me that his son has agreed to our sex and when I will fuck her he will go in other room and will masturbate hearing our voices.

With that my friend tap me on my back and asked me to go in his bedroom and fuck his mom.

I was stunned but was feeling quite happy. We both went inside the room and as I was locking from inside he started to pull his pants down and laid there naked and asked me to fuck his mom quickly so that he can masturbate seeing us.

So this was my story and it is true, now I am 18 and still I am having sex with his mom, I was so happy to have a friend like this and after few years I told her that he can fuck my mom too.

So from now onwards he use to fuck my mom in the same way as I did to his mom, but my mom doesn't know about me and my friends mom and still believes that I have no clue about her what she is doing with my friend.

That is how we satisfy, by fucking each other's mom.

Now I would like you to mail me as soon as possible after reading my story. 

This is true one.

Do tell me how you liked my story and any older women, who is in need to have sex than please contact me.  I would love to reply all your questions, so ask me any time.