0 comments/ 5552 views/ 0 favorites Silhouette By: sirloy It was one of those casual meetings. He over heard her mention a hiking trip to a colleague in the lunch room and joined in. They discussed some trails that they had done in common and some of those they each had in mind for the future. "There's this one spot you'd love." He said "What do you have planned for next Sunday?" This invitation was out of character for him. He usually had a much harder time approaching a woman as good looking as she was but the words were out. "If the weather is going to be good I'd love to join you." came the equally spontaneous reply. "How about coffee or a bite to eat after work so we can set it all up?" "I'd like that." She replied "Timmy's at 5:30?" "Great, I guess I'd better get back to work now." He said reluctantly. Over coffee they talked about things they had in common, finding many interests that they shared. He had checked the forecast and the weather promised to be fine. Finally they decided where to meet on Sunday morning for the drive to the trail head. Sunday arrived bright and clear as predicted with the humidity low and moderate temperature it promised to be an exceptional day for a hike. He parked the car beside a narrow entrance between trees where a path could be just seen in the forest surface. "It looks like we will have the trail to our selves." She observed. As they walked they quickly became at ease with each other and as the trail widened he took her hand so they walked a little closer. Eventually though they had to separate as the trail became steeper, dropping into a concealed stream bed. The waterfall filled the tiny valley with sound, a soft tinkling rippling noise that seemed to set a languorous mood for the couple. They sat on a moss covered rock and kissed, gently at first. Soon the kiss became more and more passionate with tongues dueling. "Take off your clothes." he demanded. She unbuttoned her blouse and stepped from her shoes and jeans to stand nude before him. "Now you." she responded. He stood and quickly drew the shirt over his head. Hiking boots and jeans followed to be dropped on a damp rock. Naked they embraced. The kissing resumed at a heated level. "I want you now." He said passionately. Looking around for a place to lie down he spotted a small area on a slight slope. "Over there." He indicated with a nod of his head. "Isn't it muddy?" she asked, "what about the twigs and leaves?" He lay down his cock hard, standing proud. She kneeled beside him, leaned over and took all of him in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down and her breasts swayed. "Oh so good," he murmured, "so fucking good." She rose, moved forward and swung her leg over him. Poised above his cock, her pussy streaming, she slowly lowered herself on to him. Her pussy filled in the most delightful way as she came to rest on his body. She rested, impaled on his cock. With eyes closed she listened to the waterfall and his breathing. A twitch of his cock sent shivers through her body, another and she was fully aware of his desire. He looked up seeing her silhouette against the lighter sky. The leaves above created a halo around her blond hair giving her facial features an indefinable beauty. It was a moment etched in his memory. He thrust upward. She gasped as his cock plunged deep in her waiting pussy. It was enough to bring her from her reverie. With her arms out stretched and her knees in the mossy soil she rose and fell engulfing him. The position allowed her full control of the stroking in and out to the depth and speed that gave her the most sensation. They both knew their passion could not last long; it was too hot to burn for long. Her swaying tits enticed him to grab one and bring it to his mouth. His teeth tenderly held the swollen nipple as he leaned back pulling the nipple away. The sensation added fuel to her rising fire of approaching orgasm. It was going to be huge she knew. All the unfamiliar sensations feeding her wild abandon freed her body to receive pleasure as never before. Soft moss beneath her knees, blue sky high above and the urgent hard cock deep inside were so far out side the experience of the city life she felt free to scream to world of her release. It was sound that had never passed her lip before that echoed around the valley. Her cry ended in a soft "Fuck that was unbelievable" He had not come but the image of the wild passion soaked woman's silhouette etched against the blue sky was to fill his memory for the rest of his life. Silhouette I had taken a walk in the cool spring night to get some air. A night owl flew over head and landed in a nearby tree. Watching the owl fly is when I first saw the woman. She was standing in a window on the second story. The lighting only allowed me to see her silhouette. She was combing her hair. There was something about the way she stoked the brush slowly down through her long hair. I stood still and took a long look. I could see her facial outline and her half hidden neck. I followed her outline down and could see the gentle slope of her breasts. I watched them rise and fall with each breath she took. They weren't big, maybe 34b, but slightly pointing upward and the ends. I could tell by the way the fabric of her clothing hung off her breast tips that she was wearing a night shirt or gown. The fabric hung loose from her breasts. I could also see the flow of her bubble butt. I watched her move the brush slowly down throught her hair and than flip outward at the end. She did this over and over. Her breasts not only moved with her breathing but jiggled slightly with the movement of the brush strokes. I could have watched her for hours if she hadn't reached up and pulled the chain to the over head light, plunging the room into darkness. I visited the spot several times during the week and watched her comb her hair. Sometimes she wore different clothes judging by the way they hung on her body. I could always just see her silhouette. It was driving me crazy. Than one night in the late summer, I showed up a little late for the brushing. She wasn't at the window. I started to leave when she walked in front of the window. Her silhouette was different tonight. I looked closer, wanting to make sure I was seeing what I thought I saw. WOW! she was naked. I could not detect any clothing and I could see her hardened nipples. Most likely from the air coming in from the window. Her body outline was perfect. I could even see a hint of pubic hair covering her pussy. She had a towel wrapped around her head so she must have just come from the shower. I watched as she reached up undid the towel and began to dry her hair. I had always enjoyed her combing her hair, it was sexy. But tonight as she rubbed her hair with the towel, I began to feel a lust for this woman. I felt myself getting hard. And the swaying of her breasts as she dryed her hair only added to the fire in my loins. Way too soon she was done. She threw the towel down and I watched her breasts hardly move as she bent down to pick up a gown. She bunched it up and raised her arms to pull the gown over her body. Suddenly there was the figure of a man stepping up behind her. He grabbed her raised arms and in an instant, had her hands bound. Producing a small rope, he threw it up over the overhead light and tied the ends together between her hands. Now she could do nothing but stand there. He leaned forward and said something to her as his hands slowly moved down her arms. Reaching her shoulders, he slid his hands around to the front of her body and began to mold his fingers over her breasts. I wanted to run up and help her. But I didn't know if she needed help and I had no way of knowing how to get to where she was. I was having trouble breathing and my cock was so hard it hurt. I reached down and undid my pants. They fell to my feet and I grabbed myself the whole time never taking my eyes off of the silhouettes, my hand moved up and down my own hardness. The man worked over her breasts than slowly moved his fingers towards her nipples. Than he captured each nipple between his fingers, rolling and pulling them. Her mouth fell open as she gasped. Her head fell back against her chests. Moments went by as he continued the fondling before moving his left hand downward across her belly and into her pubic hair. She kept her head against his chest as his finger extended and started making a circular motion. I could only guess that he had found her clit. She didn't pull back or any other movement until his finger went lower. I saw what appeared to be a push of his hand against her. She pulled back slightly but only managed to push her butt against his groin. Now I could see his hand pushing and pulling. He had his finger in her cunt and soon she began to push forward against his hand. Her nipples appeared harder now as he fingered her pussy. In and out. In and out. My hand matching his. Suddenly, he stopped. Reaching up, he undid the rope and pushed her forward. Their silhouettes disappeared. But in a moment they appeared in another window. He pushed her until she was bent over a sofa. He had one hand on the middle of her back as the other ran down between her legs. After a couple of strokes of his hand. He moved back and undid his pants. I watched as he raised each leg than threw his pants to the side. His cock was silhouetted and it looked to be about 7" or 8" long but not fully hard yet. He stepped back up to her butt, grabbed his cock and ran it up and down her furrow several times. When it had hardened fully he aimed it at her and slowly pushed. Her head came up and her mouth fell open. She wasn't trying to move, she only stood there as this man fed his cock to her. I could only imagine the feel of her pussy around his cock as he pushed in. The heat of her and the tightness as the walls of her pussy clasping at the hardness invading her body After a couple of inches where in, he stopped, pulled back and than pushed again. This time going a little deeper. I couldn't tell how big around he was but judging by the trouble he was having, he must have been big. After several pushed, he was fully embedded in her. He stopped for a moment before he pulled back and began to plow into her with a steady flow. With each inward thrust, her body jerked and I could see her breasts bounce off the sofa. It didn't take long before she was pushing back to meet his every thrust. I myself was increasing the speed of my own hand. His hand was no longer on her back but now he had hold of her hips as her fucked her harder and harder. After about 15 mintues, she arched her back and held still as she climaxed. I saw him drive hard into her and hold her hips as he too appeared to be cumming. I could also feel what he felt. I could almost smell the scent of hot summer sex. The sight sent me over the edge and my balls tightened and I too saw stars as I wet the ground with my seed. I stood there, dick in hand and watched as a thin line of cum hung between her and him as he pulled out, turned, grabbed his pants than left. She lay there for a moment. Than she stood up, turned towards the window and walked to the edge of the window sill. The street light hit her body and allowed me to now see her. Her breasts, her nipples and her swollen pussy lips were all when my eye sight. She looked down at me, allowed me to look fully upon her body shinning from the heat of the evening's sex, threw me a kiss and pulled her window shades down. How long had she known I was there? Was this show all for me?? I froze where I stood. Cum dripping off my dick, my pants at my feet and the memory of the face and body of our pastor's new wife. Silhouette He swills the liquid around the bottom of his glass before lifting it to his lips and tipping it into his mouth, savouring the taste before placing the glass on the table and making his way into the other room, where she waits for him. The moonlight spills through the open French doors, casting shadows around the room, her body a silhouette in the open door way. She paints a pretty picture, her hands firmly secured by ropes to hooks in the frame and her legs secured to hooks lower down. He head is down, her long dark hair spills in tendrils down the curve of her back. He stands and admires her; she looks beautiful and peaceful as she waits for him. He moves towards her and she raises her head as she hears him approach, turning to one side to see him, her eyes glistening in the dim light. He stands behind her, silently, and places his hands on her back gently stroking down across her buttocks. This woman, this beautiful restrained woman is his and a smile forms on his lips as a contented sigh escapes her mouth at his touch. He ducks under one arm so that he stands before her and she meets his gaze, his eyes filled with lust and desire, mirroring hers. His hand reaches up to stroke her face, before taking a grip of her chin and bringing his mouth to hers. His lips are soft against hers, as he parts her lips with his tongue and kisses her as though he cannot get enough of her; devouring her mouth with ardent passion. Suddenly he pulls away, leaving her open mouthed, gasping, wanting more, wanting him. His hands come up to her breasts, soft and yielding in his palms, his thumbs rubbing the nub of her erect nipples, pinching them into peaks, her eyes are on his hands, watching them work. Hanging over one of the ropes securing her are a set of clamps, attached by a single metal chain. Her eyes widen as he opens the first clamp and dips his head, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking it gently before attaching the clamp. He notices every muscle in her body tense as her mouth opens in a gasp at the sensation as he follows the same procedure with the second nipple, taking it gently into his mouth in such a loving gesture before attaching the clamp, in all its severity. He lifts the chain, ensuring her nipples are raised and places the chain between her teeth, she holds it in place, her breathing rapid now. "Oh my love, do you not like the clamps?" he croons softly, moving round her body so that he stands behind her. She murmurs a response and his palm makes sharp contact with her ass, "I didn't hear you". "Yes, Sir" she manages with gritted teeth, holding the chain in place, ensuring there is a constant, tugging pressure on her nipples. Her eyes are open even though she cannot see him moving in the room, regarding her naked form, contemplating what to do with her next. He reaches for a crop, flexing it in his hand, before tapping gently on the back of her thigh, moving it up her leg as the strokes become harder, and then back down the other thigh. Harder and harder, a stinging slap of leather against her thighs as she begins to moan softly, her thighs moving in response to the sensation as it gets harder. Her thighs becoming red and hot, he moves up on to her buttocks, slapping harder, watching the flesh quiver under each strike, the shape of the crop left behind in a red weal. She moans in pleasure and pain, trying to move away from the crop as he continues to beat a steady rhythm over her bottom. Suddenly he ceases, his hands stroking her red bottom, before gripping her with his fingers and a yelp escapes her mouth as he grips the tender flesh. "Your bottom is nicely warmed up, what shall I do with you now?" He asks, with no expectation of an answer as he regards her. "Ah yes, the cane I think" he laughs as he reaches for it and watches her body tense in anticipation. He places it against her bottom, gently lifting and placing it softly back in place, feeling the tension in her body as he does so, time and time again, the anticipation building until finally, he lifts the cane and it comes cracking down against her skin, leaving a mark in its wake as a gasp escapes her mouth, the chain falls from her teeth causing a surge of sensation to shoot through her nipples as the next strike lands on her. The tears fall from her eyes as she fights back the sobs that threaten to break free. She counts the strikes as they fall, one after the other, until he reaches 12 and she can barely speak. He moves round to face her again once more, gently wiping away her tears with a loving hand and reaching down to kiss the tip of her nose. "I'm going to take the clamps off now, ok?" she nods her ascent and he unclasps them simultaneously, the sensation flooding back and she tries not to cry out too loudly. His fingers trail down over her stomach, skimming past her pussy and down her inner thighs, and then back up again. She moans softly, trying to move her body so that he touches her exactly where she needs it but still he teases her, his fingers moving ever closer, softly sweeping inwards until they are gliding over the swollen lips of her pussy, her desire evident in the glistening wetness there. He meets her gaze, her face pleading silently with him to touch her, to make her cum, to give her some release. "I am going to fuck you" he states before moving behind her again, dropping his trousers to his ankles and releasing his hardness, taking his cock in his hand, working it up and down, pre-cum glistening on its tip. He moves between her open thighs, her pussy so wet and needy, knowing that she is so desperate for him spurs him on as he places his cock against her, no foreplay, no touching, and slides the full length of his cock into her in one motion. She groans as he fills her, he has never felt her so wet. She feels like heaven as she grips him and he begins to fuck her. He slams against her sore, caned ass and she cries out. One hand reaches around her and his fingers slip between the lips of her pussy and seek out her engorged clit, beginning to circle it, applying just the right amount of pressure as he fucks her towards an orgasm. Suddenly he feels her tighten around him, clenching his cock and as he reaches his own orgasm his fingers hit the right spot and she comes apart around him, crying out, her body trembling, legs shaking as she cums. He keeps his fingers there, rubbing at her sensitised clit as he forces another orgasm out of her again, obscenities spilling out of her mouth as she yells and cums again. Finally he pulls out of her, leaving her sagging against her restraints, gasping for breath, exhausted by the ferocity of her orgasm. She closes her eyes and allows herself to calm when she feels him move in front of her again. She prepares herself to be released from the ropes that hold her there but is shocked to hear the buzz of the Hitachi wand instead. She opens her eyes to find him standing there with the wand in one hand and a glass dildo in the other and a wicked smile on his face. "You didn't think I had finished with you yet did you?" ... Silhouette Scenes "Dad," my twenty-one year old daughter called out, "It's Mom on the phone - she wants to talk to you." I groaned inwardly. If my wife wanted to talk, it meant only one thing - she wanted more money. Either that, or another costly favor. "Just a minute, sweetie," I shouted back, "I'll get it." To my relief, my daughter replied, "Wait - don't bother. I'll bring it out myself." Ah! This was life Darcy. Lazy, relaxed, and most of all, pampered by an adult daughter who still views you as her best friend. The distant roar of the waves were part of the background music, the winds of California a character by themselves. It was peak summer, and I hardly had any other plan but to lounge and soak up the sunlight. Back to my wife. After two decades of a quiet, married life, my wife suddenly decided that the Hollywood shores beckoned her. Don't ask me where she got the idea - nobody knows the origin of that 'pearl of enlightenment', as my daughter Stacy often teased her mother. Bottom line was that I had to wind up my business and move my family to the most popular state in the US of A. Not that I regretted the decision one bit, though. I mean, what forty-year old man would turn down an opportunity to see scores of coed bikinis everyday, with just a glance out of the window? Add to it my beautiful daughter who loves the summer for the lack of clothing it allows, and you will understand why I don't cuss about the new location. At twenty-one, blonde and single, gorgeous would be understating the beauty of my daughter. Although I noticed these facts with only little more than paternal interest at that time, the indifference has gone, replaced by sheer testosteronal pride that this creature was mine. But that's getting ahead of the story, so I guess it's back to the turning point of the conversation with my wife, that fateful May. "Hi, Eric!" my wife greeted me cheerfully. "And how's my favorite husband doing today?" It was her usual greeting when she wanted a favor - a BIG favor. I took the cue, and gave my usual reply. "Favorite? You mean you have more than one?" Granted, that's quite a silly joke, but she laughed sincerely nonetheless. Must be the fact that she had gotten used to it - after all, it had been at least a score of years since she had to suffer my comments. "Old one, Er, but good." I acknowledged her compliment with a suave "Thank you, Madam. And how may I help you today?" She laughed again. "Eric. How did you know that I needed a favor?" "Habit, I guess," I remarked wryly. "Very funny, hubby dear, but I am serious. The shooting's in trouble." Her second movie - the first had sunk without a trace - was a better joke. I viewed it as my wife's feeble attempt to create the world's best love story - after the one of bin Laden falling in love with the late Oklahoma Bomber - and from what little I had seen of the script, I was absolutely justified in keeping my opinion. I just kept it to myself because I still loved my wife enough not to hurt her, and because I still had a lot of money I could burn. Looked like I would have to shovel more bucks into the stove. "How much?" I asked, absently reaching for the checkbook beside me, only to discover that I had actually abandoned that little booklet inside the house, and not brought it outside to the lounger. "Money's not it, Eric. There is still enough left for a couple of films more - it's the cast, they are causing the problem." "Fire them," I suggested. Ah! Capitalism. My wife snorted back. "I am serious, Eric. And I really need this favor from you." She was desperate; it did not need a genius to figure that out. "Sorry, hon. What is it, exactly?" "Jackson and Ruthie - the leads have quit, at least for a week, and I have to finish the movie by this weekend. There is just a couple of scenes more, but I can't skip them. They are vital to the story." I wanted to point out that she could probably remove the entire cast and still not make a dent in the story, but thought better of it. "Want me to talk to them? What about their understudies?" "Talking wouldn't work - the two have gone on their honeymoon, and won't probably be back for a week or two. No understudies - you can't afford them on a budget movie, can you?" "Budget movie -" "No offense, Eric. It's just that the leads are nobodies - new faces - and just about as well-known as any understudy you can find. To put it bluntly, Eric, can you and Stacy help me out? Just a little acting, that's all. A couple of days' work, and everybody is happy." I pondered this offer for a couple of seconds. "What's the role?" I asked at length. My wife let out a relieved sigh. "Nothing much - just a couple of scenes of kissing and heavy petting." "With Stacy? No way!" "Come on, Eric. Be a sport. It's not like I am asking you to fuck her or anything," I blanched at her brashness, "Just a little unfatherly kiss or two. Stacy will agree if you do - I am sure of that." "Let me ask her." "Sure... be my guest." Although a little troubled by my wife's insistence and frankness, I was thanking my stars - there was no way my daughter was going to neck with her father in front of her mother, and that too before a camera. I called out to Stacy, and the little darling immediately turned in my direction. She swam towards me, pausing only briefly at the edge before pulling herself up. My jaw dropped as her body came into view. The water had not only caused the bikini to cling to her skin, it had also slid a strap off her shoulder. One bare tit stared at me proudly, its nipple wet and shiny. And, as I hoped, hard. It was a shade darker than I would have found a normal nipple, and the way it rigidly followed the sway of her nipple, it was obvious that it was, indeed, erect. I couldn't take my eyes off until my daughter muttered an embarrassed sorry and pulled the triangle back over her mound. Both of us grinned at each other, ashamedly aware that the moment had been sexually charged. Me especially, for I was sure that my unadulterated gaze had surely conveyed feelings fathers are forbidden to have, but there was also a slight consolation in the fact that Stacy was okay with my interest in her anatomy. With my wife away most of the time, both of us had resigned ourselves to such 'accidental' peeks whenever possible. My gaze fell to her crotch. The damp cotton piece was about as big as its contemporary upstairs, over her breasts, and the only thing it did decently was cover the inner V of her pussy. It did not cover the entire part, though; the lining of the V was prominent at the close range that I was in. In the back, as I knew from experience, it vanished into the crack of her ass, highlighting those tanned cheeks I had started to fantasize about. It was a tiny bikini, really, and it was all the more emphasized by my daughter's ample bosom and glass-hour figure. The nipples still poked from under the top, denting significantly in a very tempting manner. The strap had slid off her shoulder again, and I was half-expecting another glimpse of her firm cup. In fact, the upper part of the areola was already starting to show. "What's the matter, Daddy?" Stacy asked, thankfully breaking my preoccupation, for God knows how long I might have continued staring like a lecher at my daughter. I raised my eyes to hers, but I must say that it did take a lot of willpower. Stacy smiled at my lack of composure. Of late, I had begun to blubber in front of her, acting more like an awed fan of hers than her own father. But then again, I could remember the time when I had been worried about her openly flirting with me, but that was three years ago. Three years ago, when it had seemed like she was trying every trick in the book to make me rape her. Thankfully, I had withstood the temptation then... Her foot-long reddish brown hair fell across her face, framing the delicate bones in a way that I found made my knees go weak. Not only was she incredibly sexy, dammit, she was also the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And at twenty-one, she had certainly proved herself to be a very mature, and therefore, even more desirable, female. "Your mother wants us to act in her movie - fill in for a couple of actors who ran away." My daughter giggled as I mouthed, "Obviously." She plonked down beside me on the lounger, her ass pushing against my hips as she picked up a dry towel from the table beside us. "What's the catch?" "It's a love scene," I said, hoping she would not catch the sudden influx of a favorable tone in my voice, "Almost. Kissing, hugging, petting, etc." "Cool." Okay. This was not exactly the reaction that I had anticipated, but females are strange creatures - as anyone who has seen them making decisions must know - they say one thing, mean another and do an entirely different course of action. I am not trying to be a chauvinist pig - it's just that this was the only thing that gave me hope. "So shall I say no?" Stacy grinned at me. "I said cool, not fool. Let me talk to her," she reached for the phone. Mother and daughter spoke for a minute or so, before my daughter hung up with a very enthusiastic "See you there in half an hour." "Excuse me?" I managed to ask as she stood up and stretched, my eyes automatically widening as her unhindered backside stretched taut, the string between her legs hidden by the beautiful tan of her skin. A breath caught in my chest as I traced the bikini bottom to where a small flap of skin proclaimed her femininity. She was so close, and my position was so vantage that all I had to do was reach with my fingers, and her pussy would be in my grasp. Without turning around, my daughter threw back over her shoulder, "I agreed, Dad, for both of us. Told her we'd be there in thirty minutes." "And do you know what we are supposed to do, once we get there?" "The studio complex? Mom gave me the directions - take the third right, then the second-" "The movie, my idiot of a daughter - do you know what we do before the cameras?" "Yup." With that, she marched towards the house. "Be ready when I come down." In less than thirty minutes, the two of us arrived at the studio. Stacy had kept what she knew of the movie to herself, and I tried to think of all the possibilities that the scenes would be utterly devoid of any sexual innuendoes. Unfortunately, from what Darcy had said, I gathered that the kissing scene was only the lesser of the two evils. Still, since I didn't have any alternative, I kept the car keys to myself, ready to run if I had to. Another part of my head kept chiding me for my childishness. If I had to fuck my daughter, it said, and she was okay with it, then DO it. After all, I had long since ceased to see Stacy as just a daughter alone; she had replaced all the women in my fantasies, and she was, to me, the sexiest woman imaginable. If it came to my decision, I was not sure which side I would tilt. My wife greeted us with a huge smile plastered across her face. "Thank you both for coming. I owe you one." She gave Stacy a bear hug, which was returned in good measure. I was surprised by this show of affection between the two women in my life, for the two had not been very 'expressive' to each other in the past few months. I was pulled into the embrace, and sandwiched between two hot bodies, I felt my cock twinge. My daughter was still having her bikini top on, though she had bothered to put on some shorts over her bottoms. During the embrace, I felt her breasts press firmly against my chest, and even shocking myself, I brushed a hand lightly against her left breast. I am sure my wife noticed the way my daughter pressed against me harder, but she said nothing. I escaped with my good name intact. Inside the studio, I saw only four other females - a camerawoman called Gina, the CO-producer Hallwell, and two others who I knew had worked with my wife on her previous movie. Gina came forward and greeted us warmly, but I responded awkwardly thanks to Mr.Dick still awake and dreaming about my daughter. Gina, I had no doubt, felt my hard-on, and grinned patronizingly at me. "Looks like you are ready to go for action," she quipped, casting a knowing glance in my wife's direction. I was not too surprised to discover that it was an all-female crew; I remembered Darcy having mentioned the fact a few weeks earlier, before the shooting began. Hallwell, a white-haired matron who also wrote the poor stories that my wife so eagerly captured on film, patted me on the back. "The first male inside this studio in well over two days." I smiled back, more out of politeness than out of any genuine security I felt in knowing that I was the only man in the midst of four - or God forbid, five - liberated pussies. Much as I wanted to convey the impression that I was nervous and antagonistic, I found myself acting as if I enjoyed the situation. "What's the script?" I asked my wife. Darcy led us to a small enclosure labeled 'Reading Room', excusing Hallwell and one of the unnamed women. The other, a light technician, was to stay behind with Gina and cover the filming. "Basically," my wife began, "These are just silhouetted scenes - the characters are just outlined against the darkness, so no one actually sees your faces. This technique is useful and highly erotic when you are shooting intimate moments-" "Intimate moments?" I interrupted. "Stop being such a prude, Eric. There is a scene in which you and Stacy kiss passionately - but relax, besides the seven of us, no one's ever gonna know you necked out with your daughter ... or made out, as in the second scene." "Necked... making out??? Are you pulling my leg, Darcy?" "Nope." It was my daughter who replied. "She is as serious as I am, and that's pretty serious." "Come again." "I haven't even cum the first time," my daughter retorted, and the two women burst out laughing at the pun. I didn't, for I was still aware of the distance between incestuous fantasy, and incestuous reality. "Cheer up, Daddy. It's going to be fun." "She's right, Eric. Besides, just think of it as the best chance you will ever get to make love to a young, smart, sexy, beautiful, blah, blah, woman with great legs and even greater tits." "Darcy!" But I couldn't suppress all of my smile. "Don't tell me you haven't noticed these great attributes of our beautiful daughter, Eric." "I haven't - nor have I forgotten the fine print that she is still our daughter." "An irrelevant matter, considering that the two of you are consenting adults." "Tell the court that." "What they don't know can't hurt you." "You are one stubborn wife." "You are one stubborn husband." "And one hot father," my daughter chirped up, and before I could think of something suitable to say to her, she flung her arms around me and kissed me, full on the lips, crushing my mouth with hers. My arms flailed behind her back for a couple of seconds before magically entwining at the base of her neck. Without breaking the rhythm of mashing our lips together, Stacy stood up and sat on my lap. A single jolt of pain shot through me as her ass concentrated its weight on my now throbbing dick, but it was quickly forgotten as we darted our tongues into each other's mouths. Somewhere in the back of my head, a neuron reminded me that we were kissing like lovers just a couple of feet in front of my wife; that reminder was submerged by the feel of her soft tongue sliding over mine. The kiss lasted for at least a minute, at the end of which my daughter drew her face back and sighed in a contented fashion. Our eyes met, a silent communication passing forth mutual compliments for a wonderful kiss. It was only when my wife cleared her throat that we remembered her presence. "Guess you don't need a dress rehearsal after all," Darcy said. My daughter and I blushed at this remark, but there was no mistaking the passion that had passed between us. My stiff member was still trapped under her, its state of arousal evident from the way it was pushing against her butt. Wordlessly, my daughter went back to her seat, leaving the tent of my pants suddenly visible to my wife, who, I realized gratefully, was amused by the whole situation. "Shall we start the shoot?" Darcy asked. I nodded meekly, still trying to come to terms with the sudden change of pace. Half an hour ago, I had only fantasized about my daughter; now, I was twenty steps closer. Before the day ended, how far would I go, I thought, as I absently heard Darcy excuse herself from the room to prepare for the shoot. "God, girl," I finally managed to ask my daughter, "Where the hell did you get the guts to do that?" "On the phone," Stacy replied, "Mom asked me to. It was then that I realized I could do it. Besides, Dad," she smacked her lips suggestively, "You weren't too gutless either a couple of minutes ago, for that matter. You could give Iglesias a run for his money." "Igle-what?" "Enrique - a pop star. The best kisser in the world." She smacked her lips again. "About to be displaced by my father." To say I was flattered would be an understatement, and the only return I could find to her comment was to draw towards her face again, only to have Gina interrupt us. "Sorry," she apologized on seeing our faces just a hair's breadth apart, "Dar told me you would be finished by now. Everything is ready, but if you want a couple of minutes more..." "We'll be right there." After Gina had left, I turned to my daughter. "Any last words?" I asked in mock seriousness. Stacy laughed. "How about, 'Love me till you can't love no more, Daddy'?" I held out my hand, and she placed her dainty palm in it. "I love you, Stacy." Instead of saying anything, she just linked her arm through mine, still holding hands. Then she led me out of the enclosure. Lights had been switched off, cameras fixed into their mobile pods, and for the first time, I noticed the bed in the middle of the studio, just a couple of feet beside a window through which bright 'moonlight' filtered in. Darcy stood in the middle of the set, and motioned for us to go over. "This is where you stand," she said, pointing to two chalk marks on the floor. "Eric, here, and Stacy, on the other mark. Gina, how's the light?" "Perfect," the camerawoman decided. Darcy moved to her seat behind the camera, and a second later, the whirring of the camera could be heard. "Just a minute, Mom!" "What is it, Stacy?" "Do Dad and I just kiss, or what?" Darcy thought this over for a second. Then she turned to me. "Take off your shirt now. Later, when I say action, the two of you should kiss, and sometime during that kiss, remove her bikini top." "Her top?" "Yes. And then you carry her over to the bed, and take off the rest of her clothes. Then it's upto you whether you want to continue or not..." In the meantime, my daughter had started to unbutton my shirt, and by the time Darcy had finished, my shirt lay across the room, in a dark corner with the rest of some unused tools. She trailed her hand down my chest, teasing and twirling tha hair around her index finger. The other five digits pinched a nipple lightly - but enough for me to get a raging erection and make me want to ravish her then and there. "Roll camera....Lights....Action." Slowly, tantalizingly, we moved our faces closer. This was it! While the previous kiss had been sudden, this one was gentle - and therefore, more enjoyable. I was able to savor the soft feel of her lips before they pressed against mine, the taste of lipstick, the smell of her breath... I had never thought that even a kiss could be so exciting. Stacy's hands encircled my neck and pulled me even closer, and mine responded by grabbing her waist and pulling her towards me. Silhouette Scenes Passion took over. We tossed saliva back and forth, as our tongues played with each other, wildly abandoned in their quest for more pleasure. I traced the contours of her mouth, drawing forth the essence from her teeth and teasing the undersides of her tongue. Stacy was no kid either, when it came to kissing, and she complemented me thrust for thrust, parry for parry. Without even realizing it, my hands moved to her shoulders. With a volition of their own, they slid the straps of the bikini off her shoulder, each moment bringing me closer to heaven. Simultaneously, her breasts were freed, and they sprang out of their confines sprightly, bouncing against my chest. My daughter's nipples felt like hard cherries, and the feel of those buds against my chest almost threw me over the edge, but I fought the urge to cream my pants. I never even knew when we stopped kissing, and my mouth started to move down her face, down her throat, into the evergreen valley that was her bosom. When my mouth enveloped a breast, my daughter moaned out loud. "Oooh, Daddy," she whimpered as her hands clutched my hair tighter. "That feels so good." It felt so exciting to hear her say the words, that I threw the last of caution to the winds and scooped her into my arms. I carried her over to the bed, and laid her gently on the soft mattress before settling my body over hers. The temporary loss of contact with her breast was corrected as I swallowed the mound once again. I suckled on her tit for all I was worth, even as my hands pushed down her shorts and along with it, the bikini bottoms underneath. I left them bunched up around her knees, my hands having found a better way to spend their time while I worshipped her magnificent breasts. Stacy jerked as my fingers started to play with her pussy, toying with the wet clit and intruding politely into her hole. I switched loyalties to the other breast, leaving the first one a heavily pocked ounce of fat. I became more daring with the second, biting into her nipple before venturing to cover the whole breast, and Stacy responded by pushing her body upwards, into my hungry mouth. I obliged her, swallowing as much as I could, but there was always a little left over; this I took care of by licking all of her breast. By now, both of us had come close to blowing our loads. Stacy raised her legs and hooked her toes into the hem of the shorts that I had been wearing, and with a quick tug, pulled them down. My cock jumped out, erect and proud. It was engorged larger than I could recall it had ever been, but then again, this was its first time with my daughter. It would have been surprising only if I hadn't been so aroused. Stacy slid towards my feet, positioning her entrance at the tip of the cock. My face was right over hers, and as if on cue, she gave me a loving peck on my nose, before giving an almost imperceptible nod. I looked into her eyes - there was no regret, only the anticipation that mirrored my own. I lowered my lips to hers, mouthing an 'I Love You' just before the electrifying contact. At the same instant that I thrust my cock forward, my daughter raised her hips and pushed against me. The sudden, unexpected move only served to hasten up my contact with her walls, but like two experienced lovers, we were able to adapt ourselves to the change pretty quickly. Her cuntal walls threatened to squeeze the life out of me, as I tried to move in and out of her tight pussy. By the seventh entry, though, my control went - I exploded inside her pussy. My orgasm triggered an even more intense one in her, and the two of us bucked and moaned and groaned together. I shot more sperm into her body than I had ever shot into the womb that had created her, the hot jism filling up her insides. I collapsed on top of her as the last of my orgasm died down, leaving in its wake a very mushy junction of two crotches, the white fluid leaking out of her pussy even as I still remained in her. The two of us just looked into each other's eyes, and saw the love in them. It only reaffirmed the sense of fulfillment inside us. It told us that what we had shared was pure, and we would share it again. I placed my head on her shoulder, breathing in her womanly perfume as it wafted in from her hair, from her body, ... from her damp pussy... everything smelled wonderful. Her hair was spread over her head, sort of like a red halo, and the cute sideburns that I had adored for so long were never so lovely as now. I nibbled on her earlobes, whispering my love into her ears once again. Suddenly, the sound of "Cut!" reverberated across the studio. The two of us jerked our heads towards the source, and saw my wife and Gina heading towards us. The third woman was nowhere to be seen, but at the moment, I was only concerned about Darcy's reaction, now that I had indeed taken on the final frontier. "That was amazing, you two," my wife cooed, and I can never really express accurately how relieved I was at that moment. Then she turned to Gina, and with an expression of mock indignation, said in a puffy voice, "Eric never made love to me like THAT before. I think I am jealous." The two women laughed, and the two lovers joined them. To tell you the truth, it did feel a little odd to hear my wife bemoan over how lacking, although only comparatively, our sex life had been, with my member still up my daughter - with both of us being so deliciously naked. "I guess it's only a daughter that can bring out the best in a father," Gina remarked. Darcy nodded good-naturedly. "How about an encore, guys?" I looked at her in surprise - surely, hadn't she caught my first session with my daughter on tape? As if sensing my question, Darcy explained, "When the two of you started to make love, it was so ... engrossing that we forgot about the camera. Anyway, I didn't think you would mind the extra chance." "What do you say, sweetheart daughter of mine?" Stacy looked into my eyes for a second before pulling me downwards for another kiss. **** It's been three years now, and here's how we have fared. Surprising everyone, the movie my wife had been shooting - with myself and my daughter as the star 'silhouette' cast - topped the box office, catapulting my wife into stardom. This meant less family time for her, and conversely, more private time for me and my daughter, not that we were any discrete when she was home. After Stacy missed her period last summer, we moved into the famous Beverly Hills locality, and when Darcy drops in from time to time, she always talks about taking a break when her granddaughter is born. Personally, Stacy and I don't mind that - with the baby occupied, my daughter and I will get more time together. Silhouette Strip My wife always likes to remind me how lucky a man I am to be married to her. She loves the power she has over me. She loves the way that she can turn me on at the drop of a hat. She knows me so well. We live in a nice house. It fronts onto a main road. The garage and drive are at the back. The front of our house is opposite another road. The road that I come down on my way home. In fact when I get caught at the traffic light I can see into my own front room and my bedroom. When my wife first discovered this she was a bit concerned about people seeing her walking around. Then she thought about it and one night when I was late home she stood in our bedroom with all the lights on. When I called to tell her I was almost home and where I was she told me to look at the bedroom window. She hung up and I watched her silhouette strip. I was hard as a board and I missed the light turning green. So I had to endure her posing naked in our bedroom window. I was boiling over. The light turned green and I was off with a start that any racing driver would have been proud of. I parked up dashed into the house. Stripped off, prayed that my wife and I had the house to ourselves and headed for the bedroom and walked into the door. My wife had wedged it shut. She refused to let me in. In spite of my best pleading and trust me with the way my body was I begged. She just laughed and told me not to be late ever again. I had to sleep in the study. Not comfy at the best of times but when part of you could double for a tent pole it's worse. Trust me. Worst part was next day I had an early start so no help there either. My wife did forgive me eventually and in the way that wives seem to do she remembered the effect it had on me. On my birthday, a repeat performance. We missed our dinner reservation. It was worth it, best birthday ever. We talked about it and I tried to persuade her to leave the curtains open in the bedroom. Start in the bathroom in silhouette and then show everything once she got to the bedroom. She refused. She was concerned about people seeing her. The silhouette thing was fine because it was anonymous but with the curtains open it wasn't so no go. Or so I thought. It's December. Office party season and our story occurred the day of my wife's. For her attendance is mandatory. As the manager she is the host and so can't get out of it unless she is dead or dieing. My job for the evening was simple. Get home on time to relieve her friend Fiona who was baby sitting so that she could get off to her party and then pay for my wife's taxi and the end of the evening and then put her to bed because she would be to drunk to do it herself. I had my evening planned, right down to the beer I was drinking and the films I was watching. I had the video camera hidden in an easy access place to video my wife's drunken antics to embarrass her the next morning. My wife called me during the day to say she was running late and to bitch generally about the bad day she was having. Trouble was I was having one to and so she left the whole saga on my voicemail. I had the joy of listening to it on my way home whilst running late myself. I Fiona's mobile to let her know. She said it was fine and not to worry about it. I got to the road just by our house and gave a sigh of relief as the house came into sight. My day was almost over. I noticed something. The bedroom light was on and the curtains open. I pulled over as I saw a silhouette in the bathroom. There was a female form. She had the showerhead in her hand and she was directing it on her body. As she arched her back her breasts thrust forward and I was seriously uncomfortable. My first thought was that my wife must have been running seriously late. The rest of my thoughts were along the lines of what I wanted to do. I unzipped my trousers to ease my discomfort. I watched as she ran her hand over her body. Washing it. Then I watched as she got out. I looked toward our bedroom window. Nothing. I was confused. I carried on looking willing my imagined scenario to be true. Finally, I was rewarded. I could see a neck, some shoulders and a towel as the curtains were closed. As the curtains closed, the towel dropped and there were two juicy wet breasts. To this day I swear that the car turned itself on. I can't tell you if I ran a red light or not I just drove. My mind was in the bedroom. I parked the car, closed the door, and just about remembered to lock it. I walked into the house, dumped my briefcase as I walked in. I heard the tv going. Monsters Inc I think. I didn't pay it much heed. I just headed upstairs, undressing as I went. I got to the bedroom door and I was naked. I was so hard and so ready. I opened the door with a big grin on my face. "Hi honey, I'm home!" I called as I swung the door open "Well Hello!" Said Fiona as she stood there in a tight curve fitting off the shoulder dress that finished just above her knees. "Could you zip me up?" She continued turning to show me her back that was bare but for the bra strap going across it. What was going on? Why was Fiona acting so cool about her best friends husband standing naked in front of her? Where was my wife? Who was it in the shower? My mind was a mess. I walked into the bedroom and saw the towel that I had seen from my vantage point outside on the floor. My mind clicked. It had been Fiona that I had seen. I approached her trying to play it cool but feeling anything but. I began to zip the dress up. "Careful. I don't want you pointing that at me." Said Fiona pointing at my still present erection "I especially don't want you getting over excited and ruining my dress." She continued. "Ha ha." I said while zipping her up. I wanted to take the dress off her though so I could see those breasts again. My mind was racing. "So, what did I do to inspire your appearance like this?" Fiona asked I didn't know what to do. There was a sexy, fully dressed, seriously attractive friend of my wife demanding answers from her naked husband. Well, the way I figured it the situation couldn't get much worse. So I told the truth. Fiona listened. I got ready for the slap and began rehearsing for the inevitable argument with my wife. Then Fiona laughed. "So, that's all for me then?" She asked looking at my now deflating erection. "Yep." I replied "Well now. What should we do about this then." She said as she took my hand and motioned me to sit on the bed. "I don't know." I said trying to figure out how I could persuade her not to tell my wife about my mistake She stood in front of me and looked down on me. "I always thought that Susan was a lucky woman for getting you. Now I know she is." Purred Fiona "Thank you." I replied "It's been a while since I last saw a package like that one." She continued I began to think that I might just get away with this. She didn't seem to be upset or offended. So that was good. I might just get away with this. Then she did the unexpected. She reached behind herself and unzipped her dress and shimmied out of it. She stood there in a strapless bra and a matching pair of knickers. "That's better." She said, "I was beginning to feel overdressed." I couldn't believe it. I just sat there and drank the sight of this semi naked, sexy, attractive woman in front of me in. I didn't want her to stop. "Do you like my new underwear?" She asked "It suits you." I managed. Which was pretty good bearing in mind the reply of "I bet it looks better on the floor then on you." Was the going through my mind. "I didn't think that you liked it. I guess I should change them." She pouted. Fiona then reached behind her with her left hand and unclipped her bra, placing her right hand strategically on her left breast. She looked at me and grinned then she took the bra away. "Perhaps you prefer this look?" She teased She then slipped out of her knickers and stood in front of me naked. Those fine breasts that I had caught a brief glimpse of earlier were now just inches from me and they looked ripe. The nipples were erect and inviting. She had curves and just a small covering of hair on her pussy. Her legs were divine. I was lost for words. "You don't have a hair trigger at all do you?" She asked. "No." I stammered trying to get my thoughts in order. "Good." She purred as she knelt down in front of me. Positioning herself so that her elbows rested on my knees. She lent forward and gently touched me. Holding the base of my erection she ran her tongue up it and then took it into her mouth. This was just too much for me. I just didn't know what to think. Other then thank you Santa. As much as I didn't want to I forced myself to lift her from her position. I stood up and encouraged her onto the bed. I lay next to her and pulled her close. I began by kissing her deeply on the lips. Then I traced my way down her chin, neck, to her breasts leaving kisses as I went. I took her nipple in my mouth and teased it with my tongue. Then I gently bit on it. Then I teased it with my tongue again. Then I continued my journey south. I ignored the obvious stopping point and went all the way down to her ankles. Then I came back up and took my time on her silky thighs. Edging slowly closer to the prize but still ignoring it. Then I probed it gently with my tongue. Teasing it, testing the reaction. "Take it! It's yours." Fiona begged. So I plunged my tongue in and explored it fully. Taking in the taste of her nectar. It wasn't long before she came. I continued. It was then her turn to pull me away. She made me lay down and she began to explore my body the way I had done hers. The difference was when she got to her prize she climbed on top of me and introduced my erection to her pussy. She slid up and went down. Her breasts swaying in time. I brought my upper body up so that my chest was pressed to hers and I kissed her as best I could while she continued her ride. She came a second time as I rolled us to the right so that I could take control on top and she was under me. I picked up the rhythm and thrust deeply into her. Now, I could lie and say that we went on like that for hours. But in truth I lasted no more then about two minutes before I came and filled her full. As I rolled off Fiona to catch my breath I heard a familiar voice. "Dad. Are you in there?" It was my eldest daughter and just before I was able to reply to her that yes I was but not to come in. She did. So, there was Fiona naked and with her legs still slightly spread showing everything and me naked showing everything and my Daughter standing at the door looking confused but not surprised. How was I going to explain this one? Silhouette Vignette Escape to the mountains for a week of camping sounded great – hot summer weather in the city was getting a bit trying. The thought of no phones, plenty of outdoor distractions and relaxing evenings was a great alternative. The only question was whether we could wait until we got there. We left on a Wednesday to get a jump on the weekend rush that locks you out of the best spots. After the 2 hours of prep and packing followed by a 3-hour drive, we finally arrived at our first choice destination ready to shake the remnants of city life from our memories. The campground held less than 20 sites that were spread out and fairly secluded from each other. We found ourselves able to secure sites that were back-to-back or 1 site away. The site we ended up with was one of a few sites situated right along the river. With the gentle sounds of water rushing over the rocks providing the soothing background music, we set-up camp. We had one site next to us that was already taken, but we had not seen the occupants since we got there. With the sun setting and the warmth of the summer air whispering through the trees, all three couples sat down for a relaxing dinner cooked over the grill. We brought plenty of libations to help get us in the mood for some relation – and it was doing the trick. With the campfire roaring, a couple of bottles of wine down and a few pints of Guiness consumed, we were all getting a little sleepy - and it was only 9PM!! We headed to bed shortly after the start of quiet time of 10PM, looking forward to some exploration of the area the next day. As we headed off to bed, the campsite next door showed some signs of life with a fire burning and camp lights illuminating the screened in picnic area they had set-up. It was too late to meet them, so we slid into bed looking forward to what tomorrow would bring. We were exhausted and a little buzzed so sleep came easily. It did not take long for Marti or I to fall asleep – maybe 20 minutes. Sometime in the middle of the night (or so it seemed) I stirred and realized that Marti was getting out of the tent to the bathroom. After what must have been 20 minutes, I still had not noticed Marti come back. After feeling around the tent for her and my shoes, I got out to make sure she didn’t get lost or eaten. As I popped my head out, I noticed that our neighbors still had their fire burning and lights on. Looking at my watch I noticed that it was a little after 1 AM. No loud noises came from their site, but there was definitely some activity going on over there. Would Marti have stopped there to chat?? That would be pretty strange. As I started to walk towards the bathroom, I noticed that the site next to us we quiet for a reason – in the shadows I thought I could see a woman giving a guy a blow-job! This was something I had to see better! As I drew near, I could see the woman’s head bobbing feverishly with her hands working the guy’s balls and jerking him off. Her companion had his hands on her head, guiding it deeper down his shaft. I couldn’t make out any of the details clearly, but the silhouettes left little to imagine. She must have been doing incredible things with her tongue because her man was writhing in his chair, tilting his head back letting out moans of pleasure. He was close! During this whole time, my feet seemed to automatically guide me nearer to their site while I watched mesmerized. Although I had never seen anything like this, I have always wanted to have a voyeur experience. Here it was right in front of me. My cock was straining to the point of almost being painful. My shorts were in the way of some relief! As I reached in to start stroking my cock, it happened. My feet failed me – I walked into a small cluster of thorns – this startled me for a moment as I looked down to find a way around. As I lifted my head back to watch the action, I noticed that someone else was watching a few yards away – it had to be Marti! That little perv! I never knew she found this exciting. Her back was to me but I could see her hand in her crotch. Her long nighty t-shirt was hiked up around her waist with her panties dangling from one leg. I needed to relieve the pressures of my cock – inside her. Glancing over to the couple already in action, I noticed that they had changed positions and the woman was now sitting on her lover’s cock with her back to him. This was too much for Marti – she must have cum – I heard her whimper a sigh of relief. But as the woman in the other site began to play with her twat while fucking her man, my voyeuristic companion started playing with herself again. Now I was ready to cum without anyone touching me! So, I hastened my pace to reach my cock’s final destination – my wife’s cunt. My silent walking techniques proved worthy, I covered my wife’s mouth with one hand and her waist with the other as I whispered in her ear that I was going to fuck her ravenously while we watch the show. With no delay she bent over and lifted her shirt higher for better access. She braced herself against a nearby tree as I pushed my throbbing cock into her waiting slit. It was so wet with cum that my thighs were covered with her juices. As I grabbed her hips, to bury myself in deeper, I told her how I watched her play with herself while watching the other sex session and how hot it made me. Then with out warning, she reached behind, pulled my cock out of her and stuck it in her ass. After years of trying for some anal sex, I was finally getting some. Was this a dream? With some gentle coaxing and wiggling, my cock sat fully inside her. The couple we were watching fell back on each other from reaching a satisfying climax. Now it was our turn. Holding firm to her hips, Marti started sliding up and down my cock with determined resolve. Faster she and harder she ground into me, almost to the point of falling over. The intensity of the sensations pushed me over the edge and brought me to a forceful climax that filled her ass with my semen. With cum dripping all over my thighs and hers, we caught our breath. What could tomorrow bring? Silhouettes on the Shade We stand together in front of the closed blinds of our darkened living room with the lights from the dining room at our back. As I enfold you in my arms, we can see our shadows echoing our every move on the screen that is the blinds. The windows are floor to ceiling and the blinds, although roll-type, are quire sheer. I reach around you, turning us in profile to the window, as I playfully tug at your nipples as they poke erotically through the thin t-shirt you are wearing. As is the norm, you are wearing no bra so as your nipples grow harder and longer, they almost pierce the thin cotton covering. You sigh as you lean back into me and thrust your chest outwards into my hands. I lift your hands until they are raised on high and I take the hem of your tee and slowly lift it over your head allowing the tautness of your tits to bob slightly as they spring free. The coolness of the air conditioning in the house results in even more hardening of your delightful nips and your aureoles dimple in the cool air. Once again, I tweak and tug on those rosy nubs until you moan with arousal. My hands move to cup your heavy breasts in my hands while my thumbs brush lightly over their excited tips. I slide my hands over your slightly rounded belly – God, how I love that firm silky skin – until they reach the waistband of your sweatpants. I slip my hand inside the elastic and slowly reach lower until I am cupping your shaved mons. I can feel the heat and dampness as your hips grind against my hand. With both hands, I stroke the upper parts of your inner thighs just missing touching the warmth of your pussy. Stretching out one finger, I run it ever so lightly along the length of your slit from bottom to top and feel you parting your legs as you desire the entry of any one of my digits even though we both know that the one you (and I) truly want is my cock sliding in and out of that warm, velvet pussy! It will have to wait, my love. Suddenly, you feel the return of my finger along your outer labia and you drop your hips so that you capture my all too willing finger inside you. Since I am already there, I decide to give you some pleasure before I finish undressing you. As I glance over at the window, I can see our shadows merging and yours bobbing up and down on my hand as you whimper in delight. I know for a certainty that several of our neighbours go out for walks in the evenings at this time and we are putting on a show to excite them! I sense you looking up at me with a satisfied smile and with a nod; you confirm that you are enjoying putting on the show. Ah, my little exhibitionist! Your hands reach down and push the waist of the sweats past your hips and as I continue my digital assault on your pussy, you lift first one leg, then the other, to remove and kick them aside. In so doing, you have given me even greater access to the molten depths of your pussy and I waste no time taking full advantage of the opportunity. I dig my fingers – now two – all the way to my palm inside you and use my thumb to rub rings around your hard protruding clit. As the little nubbin senses the rubbing, it grows and glows as it fills with blood and the inside petals of your pussy open fully! I turn you around to face me and, kneeling before your now naked body, lift one leg to rest over my shoulder as I start to lick my way along your inner thighs and brush my lips across your widespread pussy. Inhaling deeply, I take in that glorious musk that signals your approach to an orgasm and I quickly cover your spread labia with my mouth and drive my tongue deep inside you. Your cum covers my tongue and face as I hungrily devour you! It is almost enough for me to cum myself I enjoy the taste and smell of you so much! As I eat you to two thrashing orgasms and you beg me to stop so that you can do the same for me, you pull me up and we kiss longingly and deeply as we share your taste; we love this so much that I reach down with my fingers to scoop more of your cum from your dripping pussy and we take turns licking my hand and fingers clean. You are so turned on at this that you seem to just keep flowing so the supply is endless. As we finish cleaning my fingers one last time, your hands quickly pull my sweatshirt over my head and your drop you your knees as you pull my sweatpants down my legs. Like you, I am not wearing any underwear and my cock springs up to almost strike you in the chin. Grinning up at me, you open your mouth wide and, gripping the base of the shaft, take me almost fully into your mouth in one stroke. You tongue laves the underside of my sensitive glans as you pull out until only the head remains in your mouth. You bob your head again and again but once you sense me on the verge, you squeeze my cock just right to slow me down. I have felt like cumming now for at least ten times but you keep teasing me! My cock feels like casehardened steel and my balls like they will explode if I don't get relief soon. I grab your shoulders and pull you up to your feet. After a long passionate kiss, I turn you quickly and force you forward until your hands are resting on the back of the big padded chair in front of the window. Due to the low back on the chair, it leaves your bent at the waist with your firm ass pointed directly at my hard cock and exactly at the level I want it! I wipe some of the copious precum you have generated over your soaked pussy from the rear. Gripping on to your hips, I positioned myself at your gaping pussy and, with one plunge, drove into you to the hilt. You cried out as my cock struck your cervix but then relaxed enough that the pain was replaced by an exquisite pleasure. You started to rock in time to my thrusts as I pounded over and over into you. All the pent-up pressure was boiling up from my full balls and along my straining shaft as I drove into you one last time and held my self against your ass as I filled you will stream after stream of my milky cum! Your own orgasm shook you at the same time and we mixed our love juices together until they foamed from your pussy, around my buried cock and rolled down our legs to the carpet! As I collapsed over your back, we could swear we heard the sound of cheers and applause from the street outside and we laughed softly together as we parted, stood in profile to the blinds and took a deep bow. Hand in hand, we walked to the bedroom, extinguishing the dining room light as we passed through.