0 comments/ 16968 views/ 1 favorites The Encounter By: Wook Craig looked across the jangled mass of writhing bodies. It seemed like an amorphous organism had sprung into being before his very eyes, undulating with sporadic and jerking life. A being whose sole function was orgiastic pleasure. It spun and whirled, grew dense and abated, always changing shape and form. Energy streamed from it in seemingly endless quantities. Craig could almost feel it washing across has body, caressing him like the fingertips of a beautiful woman, beckoning him to step forward and join his body to the mad melee. He was tempted, very tempted, but he hung back. He was looking for something specific, or rather, someone. He had spotted her the moment she had walked through the doors of the darkened nightclub. An attractive woman by anybody's standards, but for Craig she stood out from the crowd like a blazing beacon. Her hair was blonde, drawing down from her head in a flowing cascade to end in a curly tangle just above her shoulder blades. Her eyes were large and slightly slanted, with thin, clearly defined eyebrows topping them. The jawline threatened to become strong, but failed by a short margin and her mouth was clearly defined with full, rose-coloured lips that broke easily into a smile. Her nose was aquiline and finely chiseled, flanked by prominent cheekbones that strangely seemed to soften her face rather than accentuate it. Craig had watched her walk past him towards her table, and marveled at the shape of the breasts that thrust proudly against the tight grey blouse that she wore. He wondered what it would be like to cup them in the palms of his hands and rub his thumbs across the nipples, to watch them harden magically beneath his touch and then to put his lips to them to tease the twin projectiles with his tongue. He had been watching her furtively all night, trying to project his interest across the space between them. There had been a few instances of fleeting eye contact, but Craig could not be sure if it denoted interest on her part or mere curiousity. She had spurned the advances of several men, preferring to talk to her two girl friends, all the while drinking steadily. She had stood up once to go to the bathroom, and then again to enter the dance floor. Craig was looking for her there now. The neon lights bathed everything in an eerie glow, giving the whole scene an unearthly, ghostlike appearance. He shifted position, looking for a tousled mane of blonde hair. The dense pack of bodies swayed suddenly, and there they were, dancing in a group. She danced with a sensuality that brought a constriction to Craig's breathing. God, she was beautiful. Her body seemed to glide across the dance floor. He could see that she was very in tune to the music, enjoying every second of it. Her eyes would close every now and then, as though she was listening to some private song inside her head and closing herself off to the world to be alone with it. Craig ached to be a part of her world, if only for an instant. He didn't know what it was about her that moved him so. He hadn't been this powerfully attracted to a woman for a long time. He was staring at her when she looked up directly into his eyes. He expected her to look away immediately, but she didn't. She turned her body fractionally towards him, as if in invitation, and smiled. He felt the shock of it like a blow to the stomach. He stood rooted to the spot like an idiot, only remembering to smile back an instant before she turned away, grinding her hips lasciviously in tune to the beat. Craig felt the familiar tightening in his groin and the boil of excitement fizzling in his veins. Could it be that she was attracted to him too? Or was she just toying with him? He had to find out. He couldn't wait any longer. He plunged headlong into the sweating, writhing press of bodies. Sandra was looking forward to this. She had been working hard lately, and hadn't had a decent opportunity to unwind in some time. Jenny had phoned her earlier in the day, asking her if she felt like going dancing that night. "Only us gals, Sandy. We will leave the men to their own devices." Sandra wondered what Jenny's husband Bill thought about that idea, but then pushed the thought away. Jenny and Bill had been married for four years. They would have sorted out most of their differences by now. But did new ones grow in their place Sandra wondered. She was 26 years old and single, never having being married. Her relationships never seemed to last very long. Always seemed to be something out of place, either with her, or with the other participant. She had been single for over a year now, dating infrequently, not missing it too much. Every now and then she would get lonely, bewailing her circumstance, but then she would forge ahead in her work, and forget about it until the next bout. The occasions were becoming more frequent lately. Oh, just forget about it , she berated herself as she pulled the grey blouse over her head to cover her torso. She looked into the full length mirror to check her appearance. The black skirt dropped down to just above her knees, and her feet were encased in comfortable shoes, just right for dancing the night away. She whirled and made for the door. Running late again. She sighed inwardly. Jenny and the friend of hers were waiting patiently when she finally made it to the nightclub. The line was long, snaking around a corner to the big, ornate doors that marked the entrance to " Bewitched ", the newest nightclub to make its appearance on the cities dance scene. Sandra endured the barbed remark about timekeeping aimed at her, and began catching up on all the latest news. She hadn't seen Jenny in some time. The club was as she expected, this being her first time there. Fairly large, with bars running along the sides and a dance floor at the one end, lit almost pyrotechnically with the normal accrual of strobes and neon lights. She walked towards an empty table, feeling uncomfortable as she always did in these situations, knowing that there were eyes on her, both male and female. The male pairs looking on at her with a hunger that she did not fully understand, but enjoyed nonetheless, and the female eyes looking on with acute judgement, which irritated her, but which she accepted as the way of things. "Make it a double." The waiter nodded and disappeared to his domain. She felt like having fun tonight. A strange and giddy excitement gripped her. A man approached them, spouting the usual banter. He asked her to dance. She rebuffed him politely. She wanted to talk for awhile. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure standing at the bar. She gave him the once over fleetingly at the pretext of calling the waiter for the next drink. There was something about him. Tall, but not huge, he was wearing a shirt that accentuated the breadth of his shoulders. He looked lean and hard. He had a way of tilting his head to one side and he was smiling at his male companion when she looked at him. Even white teeth formed part of a generous mouth lined by very kissable lips. He had jet black hair that was neatly cut and styled. Tapering eyes, too far and dark to make out the colour. Very well shaped biceps. She wondered what he smelled like. All this in an instant. A shiver ran up and down her spine. Whooa, get a grip on yourself girl she thought. She turned her attention back to Jenny and Caryl with an effort, just in time to hear about Bills latest escapades. She had lost count of the drinks that they had all consumed by the time Caryl suggested they " get up and boogie ". Sandra felt a little wobbly when she stood up, but soon recovered, pushing her way onto the dance floor behind Jenny. She loved dancing, loved the way it made her feel, the physicality of it. She closed her eyes, reveling in the thunderous cadence of it. When she opened her eyes, he was there. Had he sought her out, or was it just chance, tossing its careless dice? Lets find out she thought, turning towards him and flashing her best " come hither " smile, the drink making her brave, but almost instantly regretting it when he didn't respond. Heartbeats of time, and then with a soaring sense of relief that she couldn't justify, she saw him smile back. She turned her back on him and ground her hips to the music, partly to hide her relief, and partly due to a surge of excitement that coursed through her body. The next moment he was pushing his way towards her through the crush. He came up close to her smiling again, and she acknowledged him by moving aside, opening a small space for him. Craig began to dance, looking down at the goddess in front of him, taller than her by a head. He couldn't believe his luck. It had happened so fast, so naturally, almost like it was pre-ordained. He stopped thinking, and just enjoyed the music and the presence of the sensual creature that filled his vision, heightened now due to the adrenaline pulsing through his veins. He was staring into her eyes, and she was returning the gaze with rapt attention. He has green eyes, she noted quickly. Her favourite color eyes. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but she couldn't quiet bring herself to do it, even with the help of the alcohol in her bloodstream. He did it for her, as if he could read her mind, reaching out and touching her shoulder. She accepted it with exultation and pulled him closer for a slower song, their bodies melding together. Craig could feel the heat of her, the press of those awesome breasts against his chest, and he began to respond, a twitching in his crotch betraying his growing excitement. He tried to pull back embarrassed, but she ground her hips against him and so he reciprocated, pressing back with equal fervour. She could feel his growing member against her, and smell the scent of him, and she was losing herself in the eroticism of it. With a start she realised where they were and looked around, but Jenny and Caryl were lost somewhere in the crowd. Craig was in heaven, having this beautiful woman so close to him, and he took her chin in his hands and tilted her face upwards, covering her lips with his. Sandra was surprising herself with the way she was responding to this stranger. She didn't normally act this way, but she felt an incredible excitement grip her, and when he began to kiss her she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, becoming the aggressor. A wild and reckless abandon came over her, and she reached down between their bodies to touch him through his jeans. She could feel him pulsing against her hand. Craig gasped involuntarily into her mouth at the touch, and dueled with her tongue, lost in the sensations. Made bold by her actions, he reached around behind her, and began running his hand up the inside of her thighs. She shivered at the touch and continued to caress him through his pants. She felt his hand move higher under her dress and reach one of her tight buttocks, circling there, caressing. He had large hands with spatulate fingers, and he was driving her crazy. She could feel an itch between her thighs, willing him to touch her there, to quench the burning desire. Craig felt her buttocks clench and unclench as she moved, his breathing ragged and deep with excitement. He moved his hand lower, towards the core of her, still kissing her mouth and feeling her body quiver and shake next to his. She was incredibly wet, her underwear soaked with proof of her excitement. He touched her through the materiel and she arched against him, pressing herself against him, feeling his fingers move across her sex. She wanted to touch him without any restriction. She began to tug at the zip in his jeans. Craig opened his eyes and looked around. They had moved into a corner of the dance floor . It was dark, largely untouched by the strobes, and nobody was taking any notice of them. And then he didn't care anymore. She had opened his zip all the way, and she reached her small hand in to find him. She moved his underwear aside and pulled his cock free, exposing it to the air. A small drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip of it. It was as hard as a steel bar. Craig's mind was reeling. He could not believe that this was happening. Sandra flipped up the front of her dress to cover him from view, pressing his dick against her belly and began moving her hand quickly up and down. Craig felt his legs quiver and weaken at the sensation, but he remained upright. Sandra was lost in a world of her own. The feel of him in her hand and against her belly, the touch of his hand between her legs, the alcohol and desire fizzling in her veins, she was close to the edge, beyond coherent thought. Then he moved the fabric of her underwear aside and touched her clitoris. She jerked involuntarily and moaned deeply, sensations exploding through her body, radiating out from between her legs to burst at the top of her head and drop down to her feet. She was as excited as she had ever been before. She felt his fingers run across the length of her sopping slit, delve in a short way and then return to the sensitive little nub of flesh. It was too much for her. She felt the impending orgasm approach like a flood rushing towards a dam wall built to contain waters that had become far too weighty to contain. It rushed onto her, took her up higher and higher, tighter and tighter, and then in a series of powerful constrictions, it brought her slowly down to firm ground again. Craig felt what was happening and it pushed him over the edge too. Her hand had not stopped moving and he groaned as he felt himself tighten and his thighs tense at the impending orgasm. His cock twitched spasmodically and he erupted, coating Sandra's belly with his emission. He had never felt such a powerful sensation in all his life. It consumed him, a fireball of feeling not just involving his groin but his whole body. Pinwheels of light whirled and burst in his head and he felt as if he was aware of every inch of his skin, every hair, every fibre, every pore. He slowly became aware of his surroundings, coming down from the heights to which she had taken him, as if waking from a dream. Sandra was slumped in his arms breathing heavily. She opened her eyes and looked at him. They both smiled. This was a night they would not soon forget. The Encounter He was lost. There was no doubt about it now. He started looking for a place to turn around, but the road was dark and narrow. Rain beat on the windshield with such ferocity that, even with the wipers on high, he could barely see the road ahead. Just as he rounded a bend, lightning lit the road like noonday. That one instant of brilliance showed him a raging torrent where a bridge used to be. He slammed on the brakes, thanking the road gods that he was going slow enough to stop. Now cursing those same road gods, he backed and turned, went forward and turned again, until he was able to head back the way he had come. He had only traveled a half a mile before there was another blinding flash of light. Suddenly, his windshield exploded, and everything went black. When he came to, he was wet, cold, and his face was in pain. His windshield was gone, and just inches from his head was a huge tree limb. It was obvious that he could not remove the limb, so getting out of the worst of the storm became his first priority. Because the wind was coming from the rear, very little rain was getting into the car, and what rain was getting in was confined to the front. His plan was simple. Open the door, slid into the back seat, and retrieve the emergency kit from the trunk by folding one of the split seats down. If things got worse, he could even get into the trunk to stay dry. Just as he was ready to get into the back, he spotted the lights of a house. He knew that he would get soaked getting there, but the promise of a warm house was infinitely better than the certainty of a cold car. Scanning the road carefully, he found the mouth of a lane that looked like it ran toward the house. He spotted and lost the lights several times as he made his way quickly along the winding, tree lined drive. When he finally cleared the trees the house was right in front of him. Without hesitation, he mounted the steps. At last, he was out of the rain. Crossing the deep, wraparound porch, he knocked loudly on the door. Pausing, he listened. Nothing, he rapped again, louder this time. Movement, thank God someone was home. *** A very pretty young woman in a maid's outfit opened the door. "Yes," her voice and the expression on her face were as cold as the rain he had just escaped. "I've been in an accident," he told her, "if I could just use you phone, or if you could call for me." "Oh my," her whole demeanor changed, as she really looked at the stranger for the first time, "you're soaked to the skin, and you're bleeding. Please come in. I'll inform the mistress." "Thank you," he breathed a sigh of relief as he entered the warm hall. He watched as the pretty maid scurried off to tell her boss. Even though he was cold and wet, he noticed that the maid had shapely legs and a nice ass. Maybe, he hoped this night would not be a total waste. A moment later, he heard voices. He saw the maid heading his way, followed by another. The woman of the house carried herself like a queen. Her regal bearing made her seem tall, even though she was only a couple of inches taller than her maid's four foot ten. The new comer was wearing a flowing, floor length, dark robe. It's true color impossible to tell in the dimly lit hall. All he could see of the woman was her long blond hair, and her face, which was almost startling in its beauty. As the pair approached, the woman turned to her maid and said, "You're right, he is hurt. Please fetch the first aid kit." Smiling, she turned back to the stranger, "we will get you fixed up in a moment. There is a phone on the table here if you would like to use it." "Thank you," he said, reaching for the phone. He held the receiver to his ear for a second, and then with a heavy sigh, "but I'm afraid it's dead. Thank you for letting me try. I'll head back to my car now." "Absolutely not," her voice was soft, yet firm and commanding, "I cannot allow you to go back out into that gale. We will fix you injuries, and find you something warm and dry to wear." After his wounds had been tended. The maid led him to an upstairs bathroom where towels and a warm comfortable robe were laid out for him. Pointing to a laundry shoot the maid said, "Please put your wet thing in there. I will take care of them for you. The mistress would like you to join her in the library when you are done here." "Thank you," he replied, "where is the library?" "Bottom of the stairs, turn left," the maid answered, as she turned to leave. The man had forgotten about the storm raging outside, but as he reached the bottom of the stairs, there was a crash of thunder, and the lights went out. He stood still for a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the dim light. The warm glow of a fire lit his way down the hall to the library. When he entered the room, he could see the woman seated in a large chair near the fireplace. Indicating a chair to her right she said, "Please join me." As he sat down the lady continued. "I am very sorry that you had an accident, but since it did happen, I'm glad it was here. Not only are we able to help you, but you give us some much needed company." "I am very grateful," the youth told her warmly, "for your help and kindness." The pretty young maid entered the room, pushing a small cart. On the cart were a tray of meats, cheeses, breads, and a bottle of wine. "I hope this will do, mistress?" the maid asked with concern, "it is the best I could do with such short notice." The woman smiled at her servant, "I'm sure it will do just fine, my dear." Then turning to her guest, she asked, "would you mind if I have my maid join us? She gets very nervous when the lights are out, and does not like to be alone." "Not at all," he replied, "I'd be happy to have her eat with us." The maid pulled a small chair near the other two and the trio sat in silence for several minutes. After they had finished, the maid cleared away the cart and returned. "Would there be anything else, mistress?" she asked. "Yes my dear," the lady responded. Then turning to the young man she said, "one of the things I have always liked about her is that she is always completely obedient. Aren't you my precious?" "Yes mistress," the maid replied. Her eyes were downcast, but a small smile played across her lips. "Tell me what you think of my maid," the lady inquired. "Don't you think she's quite pretty?" "Oh yea," he replied warmly, "I think she's a stone fox." "I've always thought that she has beautiful legs," the lady informed him. "Of course, if you want to judge properly, you really need to see her legs without stocking, don't you think? Would you like to see her naked legs?" He did not know what her game was, but he quickly decided to play. "I must agree," he said with a smile, "you do need to see a woman's legs without stocking to truly judge how good they look. I'd love to see her take her stockings off." The woman turned back to her maid, "Well my dear, would you like to show this nice gentleman your sexy legs?" "Yes mistress," the young maid was starting to breathe more heavily, "should I take my shoes and stockings off?" The maid sat in the small chair that she had used earlier. After kicking off her shoes, she hiked her skirt up past the tops of her stockings, exposing the pale flesh of her upper thighs to the leering eyes of the watching pair. Both the man and woman watched intently as the maid slowly rolled first one and then the other stocking down her beautiful legs. "Stand up please," the woman directed her maid, "turn slowly so we can get a good look at your legs." Looking back to the man she asked, "what do you think?" "Very lovely, "he replied, with a lecherous grin, "but her dress is so long that it is hard to really tell." "True," she responded, "I could have her raise the hem of her dress higher." "Yes you could," the man returned, his excitement and his cock growing. "However, the pose would be all wrong. I think it would work much better if she took the dress off." "You're right," she replied, her own desire also growing. To her maid she said, "please take your dress off." The maid, who clearly enjoyed obeying these commands, turned her back on the horny pair, reached behind herself, unzipped the dress, and turned again to face the leering couple. Crossing her arms, she pulled the dress off her slender shoulders. Then one at a time pulled each arm free, while still holding the dress up in front of her. Finally she let the dress fall, revealing a black half bra, and matching bikini panties. "Wow," he exclaimed, "she has a gorgeous body. God, I'd love to see her without her bra and panties." "Tell me my dear," the lady asked her maid, "how do you feel about taking off the rest of your clothes?" "I've never been naked in front of a man before," the maid explained. "But you'd like to be wouldn't you?" her mistress queried. The maid merely nodded. She quickly removed her two remaining garments, and stood proudly erect, before her mistress and the handsome stranger. "Don't you think, " the woman asked, "that her tits are too small?" "No way," he replied, "I like them small. Besides, I'll bet yours aren't much bigger." "They're not," piped up the maid, "but they are very beautiful. I'll bet she will show them to you if you tell her to. She likes obeying men almost as much as she likes commanding me. She also loves showing off her naked body to anyone who will look. Deciding that now was a good a time, he smiled at the woman and commanded, "Stand next to your maid, let your hair down, and remove your robe." Without a word, the woman did as she was ordered. A moment later her long blonde hair was free, and she dropped her robe to the floor. "Hot damn," he shouted gleefully, "she's right, your tits aren't much bigger then hers, but they certainly are beautiful." "Perhaps," the beautiful blonde said, "now that we are both naked, you would like to take your robe off, and show my pretty maid what a naked man looks like. She has never seen one." "I'd be delighted," the man responded as he stood and dropped his robe to the floor. "Oh my," gushed the excited maid, "his, his cock is so big, are they all like that." With a slight chuckle, the more experienced woman put her arm around the maid's waist, and drew her closer. Lifting a hand up to cup the girl's tit, she blew in the maid's ear, and said, "He is a little bigger than average, but he's more then enough to take care of your almost virgin pussy." Then she whispered something in the maid's ear. The maid nodded. Walked up to the still standing young man, dropped to her knees, looked up at him with mixture of fear and excitement, and quietly asked, "I have never done this before, but may I suck you cock." "Christ yes," he panted, "I'd love to see my cock in your sexy mouth." Looking at the blonde, he said, "but since she has never done it before perhaps you should come over here and show her how." Smiling slightly, the woman strode up to him, kissed him lightly, sank slowly to her knees, gently took his hard cock in her dainty hand, and looking at the maid, explained, "Now this, my pet, is how you suck a cock." Her tongue flicked out, and licked all around the blood-engorged head of the young man's cock. He sighed with pleasure as the beautiful blonde's ruby red lips wrapped around his throbbing erection. The woman slid several inches into her hot sucking mouth, then slowly withdrew. Then pointing his cock at her maid, she said, "Now, my sweet, it's your turn." The maid wrapped her dainty fingers around his pulsation erection. Leaned forward, and following her mistress's example, licked all around the head of the man's cock. "Put it in your mouth," the youth moaned. "Show me you can suck cock as good as your mistress." Her eyes shining with lust, the pretty maid slid the bulbous head of the stranger's cock slowly in and out of her mouth. "Mmmmm," groaned the horny young man, "take me deeper, suck my cock deeper into your sexy mouth." "Yes," breathed the mistress, her hands busy. One hand cupped one of the firm small tits of the maid. The fingers of the other were sliding quickly in and out of her dripping snatch. "See how deeply you can suck him in baby. God, you look so hot with a hard cock in your mouth." Obediently, the young woman slid more and more of his ridged member into her willing mouth. "Sweet Jesus," the young man panted, "who would believe that someone this good was giving her first blow job." "She's loving it too," the lady informed him, "I just fucked my finger into her pussy, and she's dripping wet. Would you like to taste her?" she asked as she withdrew her finger and stretched it toward the stranger's mouth. "I'd love to taste her honeyed pussy juice," he breathed, as he took the lady's finger in his mouth and licked off the maid's cunt cream. "Baby, if you don't' stop sucking now, I'm gonna cum in your beautiful mouth." "Do it," the woman cried, "do it, cum in the little slut's mouth. She wants to swallow your cock cream. Fuck her mouth; shoot your jizz right down her slutty throat. You want to eat his cum, don't you baby?" Her mouth still full of cock, all the little maid could do was mutter a muffled MMHHMM. Between the avidly sucking mouth of the beautiful maid, and the dirty talk of her sexy mistress the young man could hold out no longer. I'M CUMMING, BABY I'M CUMMING. O'H GOD, SUCK ME DRY SUGAR." "Suck and swallow, just like with a straw," her mistress admonished her, "keep right on sucking until he's soft, lover." Shot after shot blasted into the maid's willing mouth, obediently following her mistresses orders the maid sucked and swallowed without gagging or spilling a drop. When she finally released the man's limp prick, she smiled at the woman and said, "I came, when he shot in my mouth, I came. It was wonderful." Smiling up at the man, she asked, "will you fuck me now?" "Give me a couple of minutes to recover," he responded, "and I'll fuck both of you." Standing up, the lady kissed him, and said, "Let's go the bedroom and get more comfortable. Perhaps we will give you a little show while you recover." *** As soon as the trio entered the bedroom, the mistress threw herself on the bed spread-eagle. "You've just had a mouthful of hard cock, now cum get a mouthful of hot pussy you little suck slut." The maid had her head between her mistress's creamy thighs almost before the woman stopped speaking. "That's it baby, stick your tongue in my hot hole. Fuck my pussy with that long, talented tongue of yours." The young man sat on the bed next to the maid. He ran his hand across her ass, and down toward her sopping snatch. She moaned softly, not taking her mouth from the woman's cunt; she did spread her legs to give easy access to the man's probing fingers. He slid two fingers into her dripping pussy, causing her to moan and buck her hips. "You like eating her wet pussy, don't you?" he coaxed, "I'll bet she has a sweet tasting cunt. Would you like to share? Lifting her head from the woman's wet pussy, the maid grabbed the stranger and pressed her lips to his, sharing her mistress's cunt cream with him. "I love the flavor of her pussy juice. If you want to eat her pussy, I'll lick her ass hole. She will cum hard and fast if we do that." In an instant, the maid had lifted her boss's ass off of the bed and was licking around her puckered poop shoot. Following right behind, the man locked his lips over the woman's swollen clit, and was sucking for all he was worth. "My God, my God," the lady screamed, "two mouths, my pussy, my ass. I can't take it any more. I'm gonna cum already. JESUS CHRIST, I'M CUMMMINNNGGG. FUCK, I'M CUMMINGGGGGG." Held tightly by two pairs of hands, the woman could only move the upper part of her body. She flailed her arms and tossed her head from side to side as she screamed out her orgasm. When the woman quieted, the sucking duo released her, and kissed, sharing the flavors of cunt cum and ass. "Sit on her face," the man ordered the maid, "I want to watch her eat your pussy while I fuck her." "Yes master," she breathed, adding the title without conscious thought. Turning to the lady he added, "are you ready to eat pussy and fuck wench?" "Oh baby," she moaned, "I've wanted your cock from the first moment I saw you, and I always loved eating her sweet pussy. Fuck me with that big beautiful cock of yours, and make me cum again." He moved quickly into position between the beautiful woman's wide spread legs. With a single thrust he sank his long cock all the way into her steamy love tunnel. Her maid's pussy muffled her moans of pleasure. As the man's cock fucked deeply in and out of her hot snatch, her tongue was doing the same to her maid. "Oh mistress" the girl intoned, "you eat my pussy so well. I love you so. God, it is so hot watching him fuck you. Fuck her hard, fuck my mistress till she cums, I'm almost there too, make me cum mistress. Oh my God, make us cum together. I'M CUMMING MISTRESS, I'M CUMMING." The maid was grinding her pussy into the lady's face, as she came. Her mistress was sucking the maid's snatch for all she was worth, and at the same time, had wrapped her legs around the man and was pulling his cock as deeply as she could into her spasming cunt. As the women's mutual orgasm abated, the maid begged, "Please fuck me now. I've never had a cock inside me, and I want to be fucked now." While the lady moved out of the way, and the maid took her position, the youth asked, "You mean that you really are a virgin?" "In a way," she answered him, as she spread her legs, and gently pulled his cock towards her cum drenched cunt, "I have been penetrated, but I have never been with a man. I'm ready now. Please fuck me." He placed the head of his cock at the entrance of the maid's pink lipped pussy. Slowly and gently, he slid his ridged rod into her ready, wet womanhood. She moaned breathlessly. "Yes, yes, it feels so good. Fuck me darling, fuck me good." "Baby," he gasped, "you've got an incredibly tight pussy. After all the fucking and sucking, and your tight snatch I aint gonna last long. You better cum soon." "Oh God," she moaned again, "fuck me master, fuck my pussy hard, fill me with you cum." "Yea baby yea," he cried, "here it cums. I'M CUMMING." As he shot his wad into her sucking snatch, the maid reached her own orgasm. "Fill me baby, I'M CUMMING TOO." The exhausted trio fell together in a heap upon the bed. They were soon all asleep. When he awoke, and went downstairs the lady said to him, "Your breakfast is ready, and a tow truck would be there shortly." "Thank you," he replied, as he sat down across the table from the woman. While the man and woman were eating the maid came up to the table, "Will there be anything else, mistress?" "No my dear," the woman responded, "oh, here don't forget this." The woman reached across the table and handed her maid a small square of white cloth. As it passed close to him, he detected the distinct aroma of lilacs. Not wanting to miss the tow truck, he hurried through his meal. Said goodbye to his hostess, and headed out the door. Just as he reached the bottom of the porch stairs, the maid ran up to him. She kissed him passionately, squeezed his ass, and said, "Don't forget me." Then she was gone. *** Funny, he thought as headed down the lane and back towards his car, this driveway seemed much smoother and less overgrown last night. Oh well, must have been his imagination. Another minutes walk brought him to his car. As he was surveying the damage, the tow truck that he was expecting arrived. "Good God," the tow truck driver ejaculated, "were you in the car when that tree went through your windshield?" "In the car!" the young man retorted. "Hell I was driving the damn car." The Encounter "I'd of shit my britches if that happened to me," the driver snorted. "Where did you ride out the rest of the storm?" the old man asked, noticing that the young man was clean and dry. Pointing to a lane a few yards away, the man said, "A house at the end of that drive." "Must have gotten your directions mixed up in the night," the older man informed him, "there aint been a house there in nearly twenty years. In fact, that land, and all the land on both sides of the road for a mile or more in both directions, is part of the State Park. There use to be a house up that drive, but it burnt down about twenty years ago. Aint even an outhouse along this road until you're out of the park." "I don't understand," replied the youth, "I spent the night in a nice, warm house." "Okay," the driver suggested, "why don't you tell me what happened last night." "I was lost," the stranger began, " I was looking for a good place to turn around. Just as I came around that bend," he pointed to a curve about a half a mile away, "lightning flashed, and I saw that the bridge was out." "What bridge?" the older man interrupted. "The one just past that curve," the stranger replied. "But that bridge aint out," the truck driver explained, "I used it to get here." "You came from the opposite direction," recalled the now perplexed young man. "Yes I did," the older man informed him, " I drove on down the road a piece to see if I could find you. Then I came back. Maybe the rain, and the shadows caused by the lightning, made it look like the bridge was gone." "Yea, I guess you must be right," the young man agreed, "but it sure looked like it was out last night. Anyway, I hit the brakes, got turned around, and headed back this way. There was another lightning flash, then a crash. I think I was knocked out for a minute. When I opened my eyes, I saw that tree right next to my head. I was cold, wet, scared, and my face hurt. I remembered that I had an emergency kit in the trunk, so I decided to get into the back seat. It was still mostly dry back there, and I could reach the trunk by opening one side of the seat. Just as I was about to get in back, I spotted a light through the trees, and decided that a house and possible phone were better than the back seat." "So you never got in back?" the old man queried. "No," the youth returned. Then I think I have your solution," the truck driver said with a smile. During their entire conversation, the tow truck driver had been busy extricating the tree branch from the young man's car, and getting the car hooked up to the tow truck. Now the two got into the truck and headed for town. "While working on your car, I noticed that one of your back seats was down, and that there was an emergency blanket and a first aid kit on the floor in the back. Most likely you got into the back, and either passed out from the blow on the head, or just feel asleep and dreamed the whole thing." "I guess you must be right," the young man reasoned. "It seemed so real. But if there is no place that I could have been, and my emergency stuff was out, I must have just dreamed it." Several hours, and many miles later, the young man stopped to eat. When he reached for his wallet, a piece of cloth fell out of his pocket. The item he retrieved from the floor was a white silk handkerchief that smelled of lilacs. The Encounter He grabs me from behind. I grow excited. As his minty breath caresses my ear he whispers, "I've been waiting." I sigh in relief and begin to whisper my response, but he gently covers my lips with two fingers. His voice slides into my ear again, "Don't speak, just feel." The shadows shift and I feel his hot, hard body move closer behind me and feel his naked torso on the backs of my bared arms. I slide the back of my right hand slowly up his dark, hair-roughened chest and turn fully into his embrace. He brings his hands up to cup my face and tenderly places a smiling kiss on my nose as his fingers caress my jaw. Drowning in his hot cocoa eyes, I feel his left hand travel slowly from my jaw caressing my neck, moving down to my shoulders, and lightly cupping one full, aching, nipple-hardened breast. His hand then moves to the space between my breasts and spreads. As his left hand continues its downward exploration his lips find mine and we taste each other. Breathing raggedly, my hands struggle for purchase, gripping his shoulders in need. My mind numbs, the only thought, the only purpose for this moment is to find sexual release with this man – to feel his semen squirting into me as his body comes into mine. His hand touches every electric spot on its descent. Massaging, knowing fingers find the clasp to my pants and work the buttons loose until the cloth falls into a puddle at my feet. I feel his index finger poke under the band of my panties and I begin to squirm. I move my hands slowly down his back all the while still sucking on his full lips. My fingers find the band of his sweat pants and as I peel them from his taut backside he begins to remove my panties. I grab his now naked, firm posterior and squeeze, kneading his buttocks as our tongues wrestle for control. He breaks the kiss and lightly kisses my jaw. Slowly, I kneel before him and peel his sweat pants down his body until he can step from them. As he leans down to grab the hem of my shirt his penis looms before my face - hard and angry looking - it's turgid length beckons. My arms rise as my hands rise to grab him. I feel him dragging my shirt up slowly. When the shirt clears my head, he grabs my wrists together above my head holding me captive – my mouth tempted by him. Looking up, I see the desire in his eyes. I train my eyes on his as I open my lips to take him into my mouth. I'm assaulted by his salty taste as I lick around the bead of semen at the tip of his penis. Slowly I take him into my mouth, caressing his length with my tongue. I hear him groan with pleasure as I begin to softly suck. Managing my wrists with his left hand he moves his right hand to hold my head. He begins to thrust into my mouth as I'm suckling him, his hand now caressing my neck. I feel him coming into my mouth and taste his semen as it slides down my throat. As my mouth slides away from his penis, he pulls me to standing, my wrists still captured. He then picks me up cradling me to his chest as he finds my velvet, canopied bed. His knowledgeable mouth unerringly finds my now sensitive, wet labia and begins sucking as he did with my tongue. I feel the pressure grow as all the blood rushes to my breasts and hot pussy. My nipples grow harder. I feel his beautiful hands caressing my body. As his left hand slowly cups and squeezes my breasts his right hand dips below to clap my ass. He looks up at me, his lips wet from me and asks, "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes!" I scream. Over and over again as his mouth continues to attack my now swollen lips. My orgasm comes with exploding lights as my eyes roll back. His tongue is suddenly gone, but very quickly replaced with his thick, hard, hot length and as he pushes into me I can feel the hair on his chest rub my sensitized nipples, enflaming me further. His large body engulfs mine as he pumps into me over and over again. My mouth finds his again and he begins to push his tongue into my mouth in rhythm with his thrusts below, first slow then faster. I feel him tense. His buttocks clench as he releases his semen into me crashing harder and harder into my body. At the last of his shuddering release I clench around him, coming in a torrid orgasm. We stay connected until our bodies cool. He then slowly slides out of me, my muscles still clenching around him – residual aftershocks. Walking to the connecting bathroom, he cleans the sex from himself and finds his pants. "You knew I wouldn't stay, didn't you," he utters, pulling his hands through his sleek, black hair. "Yes, I always knew," I whisper as he walks away. The Encounter This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to people and places is purely coincidental. Hope you enjoy the story. I sat at the computer and logged on to my account. My mail program informed me that I had mail. I scanned through the list until I found the one I was looking for, from my online buddy. She called herself Nelly. I quickly opened it and found the words that brought a sense of excitement and joy. It simply said, "Yes. Details tomorrow." A shiver of anticipation ran through me and I fingered my nipples, playing with them. I had first "met" Nelly when I was surfing the net about four months ago. I thought the handle was interesting, so I initiated a conversation. It turned out that Nelly was bi-curious and hence the nervousness. I have been curious about my gender as well, intrigued about the possibility of being intimate with another woman. my husband is usually away for long periods of time and when I confided my fantasy, his interest was piqued as well. He encouraged me and thought it would his dream cum (pun intended) true. I, on the other hand, was not too comfortable with the idea. I suggested that if I found that it was going to be workable, then some time down the road we might have a three-some. I raised the possibility of seeing him with another man. I could tell he was not too thrilled about it, but said, my wish might come true one of these days. Nelly and I seem to hit it off very well and gradually learnt more about each other. I found that she was very small in the boob department, barely 32A, while I was well endowed at 36Cs. She was surprised to learn that I liked to be nude around the house while hardly wore underwear other times. She was also fascinated by my piercing - a navel ring, one in each nipple - and a few tattoos, one around my belly button, one just above my pussy, one on each breast and one of thorns on my left arm. We exchanged a few pics, mostly with clothes on. She was beautiful, very classy and had a lovely smile. Seeing her, my nipples got so hard that they showed through the fabric of my tank top. She sent a few of hers with bare back, then side views and ones covering her chest. My pictures got more and more risque and I even sent some of mine fully nude. We both got web cams and I would undress for her. Our chats got more sexual and a few time I masturbated on the cam. I even used my vibrators and toys on the cam. A few times my hubby got into the picture as well. She praised his well endowed cock, while I made him cum on the cam on me and inside me. I decided to take this to the next level and suggested that we meet. For a few days, I did not hear anything at all. I figured, "she" must be an imposter or probably not willing to meet. I felt very sad. Then lo and behold, she had answered. Later during our chat session, she mentioned that she had to be away for a few days. We also agreed to meet in St. Petersburg, Fl., away from both of us. I was going down to Orlando for a convention, so I decided to add a couple of more days. Until the day of the departure, it is all a blur. We both seemed to be nervous, but excited at the same time. She even requested that I bring along my toys that we could both enjoy. The convention in Orlando was just too slow for me as I eagerly waited for Friday. I rented a car and drove to St. Petersburg late afternoon. I checked into the hotel at the waterfront. I showered, then shaved all of the hair from my legs, pubic region and underarms, making sure I was smooth. I selected a wraparound mini-skirt and a sheet halter top. I chose not to wear panties or a bra. When I moved, the skirt parted enough to show my inner thighs and I suspect even my pussy lips. I was excited to embark on this adventure, so my nipples were hard with excitement. I wore just a hint of makeup, adjusted my hair and headed down to bar. As I sat at the bar, waiting for Nelly, I was hit on many times by guys. Finally after 30 mins Nelly showed up. She looked radiant as ever, but also seemed nervous. We embraced each other, her hands feeling cool to the touch. We had a few drinks, then some dinner and walked on the beach arm-in-arm. At one spot, I looked at her and kissed her on the mouth. As my tongue explored hers, I felt the sudden rush of sensual pleasure run through me. I parted my skirt and with my fingers rubbed my clitoris. I found my g-spot and came for my Nelly. We then headed back to the hotel and back to my room. As soon as we reached the room, I took my top and skirt off, exposing my pink pussy lips to Nelly. She took her bra off, allowing me to feel her small tiny breasts. Those little perky breasts drove me wild. I ran my tongue over them and kissed them both in turn. I lay on the bed, my legs spread wide open, allowing Nelly easy access. I waited impatiently for the moment where her pussy lips would touch mine, while our mouths locked in embrace. I realised that Nelly was hesitant to take her panties off. I kissed her smooth bottom, then yanked her panties down with my teeth. I put my arms around her waist, and moving my fingers down, expecting to bury my fingers inside her hot pussy. I stopped suddenly when I felt something hard in my hands. I turned her around and saw myself face to face with an erect penis. It was quite small, but very erect. I was speechless and sat back on the bed. I lifted my head up when I heard sobs. It was Nelly. She explained that she was a pre-op transvestite. She had her breasts done some time ago, but was still waiting to complete the transition. From what I knew, Nelly was a complete woman, but for this minor problem. She knew I was disappointed and prepared to leave. I stood up and held her arms, and said, "Please don't go. I came to enjoy a woman. I think I have found the woman. Now instead of using toys, you can use that toy on me." I held her, her head close to my breasts. Slowly, I led her mouth down to my pussy, where she easily brought me to a climax. Not willing to let her go, I pushed her back on the bed and mounted her tiny erection. While I moved up and down the pole, I played with her nipples and kissed her over and over again, until I felt her climax and discharge her cum deep inside me. We both fell exhausted into the bed and lay in each other arms. Over the next few days, we spent time together both in and out of bed. I did get to use my toys in Nelly. She was specially fond of a strap-on dildo, which I used inside her ass. I also talked to my husband and later we transmitted our cam pics for his enjoyment. Two days later he joined us. This fulfilled both our dreams - he saw me make love to a woman, while I saw him sucking a cock. The Encounter: Brad & Lucy Pt. 01 Pre-amble: This story contains sex between consenting adults. I enjoy reading erotica which gives the mind complete freedom to wander which is why I omitted their ages to enable the reader to place themselves in one of the roles with a partner of an age of their choice. ***** As Brad and Lucy entered the room, Brad drew in his breath sharply - Lucy had taken off her jeans and T-shirt, and now simply had a pink towel wrapped around her. It wasn't covering her nipples at the top and stopped just at the bottom of her hips. Brad felt his penis growing harder as Lucy moved closer, sitting very close to him. "Brad," she said, her voice a sweet whisper, "do you want me like I want you?" Brad gulped, and felt his manhood stiffen even more as she put her hand on his thigh. "That depends...how is it...you want me?" By way of answer, Lucy leaned forward, her towel slipping a bit to reveal her nipples, which pressed through Brad's T-shirt as she pulled him close for a deeply sensual kiss. Several dozen thoughts raced through his mind at once; even as he strove to reciprocate the kiss he wanted to be in control so he slid a hand around her back and pulled away the towel. As he did, Lucy draped her now naked body over him, and slid her tongue into his mouth. He met her tongue, swirling around it as his hands glided down her smooth back, until they reached her gorgeous ass. Lucy wiggled a bit as she felt his hands, and he thought he heard a low moan. She broke the kiss and sat up a bit, smiling at him. He looked at her well-formed breasts with nipples pushing out. He leaned forward, taking her right nipple in his mouth. As his teeth clamped gently on it, he heard a loud moan of pleasure from her as she put her hand against the back of his head and pushed him onto her breast. Brad licked and suckled the nipple, occasionally holding it in his teeth and flicking his tongue-tip over the clamped nipple. He switched to the other nipple and started working on that, while he rubbed the first nipple with his hand. Lucy gasped, and he smiled, his hand wandering down her front, sliding over her pussy. His questing fingers found her clit, and when he squeezed it gently, she leaned back, which Brad took as a signal to move his mouth lower. He moaned a bit himself as his tongue tasted her wetness, and Lucy's increasingly ragged breathing caused her body to heave and quake. He found her slit, and slid his tongue in, tasting as far as he could inside her sugar walls. "Yes," She moaned. "Eat me, Brad, please..." He needed no further encouragement, pressing his face into her womanhood with hungry delight. Her moans became increasingly loud as he slid his tongue into her cunt, savouring the taste. He licked and sucked at her clit, which caused her to tremble, he licked and sucked and licked and sucked... "Oh, Brad...I'm going to cum, Brad! Oh, oh, yessssss...!" He slid his tongue back into her slit, and tasted her rush of girl-juice. He drank her deeply, enjoying her sweet, intoxicating flow. Brad lifted up, waiting for Lucy to come down from her orgasm. He was in a daze himself, and licked some of Lucy's cum off his upper lip. She opened her eyes, and smiled warmly at him. Before he could say anything, she shifted her ass back a bit, and reached out to stroke his bulge. Brad quivered a bit as he felt her fingers through the material of his jeans. Lucy found his belt buckle, nimbly undid it and slid down his zip. She leaned forward, her breath hot on his bulging underwear, and pulled it back. His cock sprung out looking pleased to see her already hardened at full length. As Lucy's tongue touched his cock-tip, Brad breathed sharply, feeling the heat on the sensitive skin. He managed to take off his shirt as she swirled her tongue around the tip tasting the drop of pre-cum that had trickled out of his snake eye. She kissed the tip of his penis and then moved her mouth down the side, trailing down to his balls. She pulled his pants farther down, and he helped her by sliding his jeans and his underwear down to his knees. It was Brad's turn to moan as she started licking his balls, taking one in her mouth and sucking on it a bit. Her left hand stroked his prick slowly, pumping it a little. Then she moved back to the tip, and took it into her mouth, flicking her tongue around it as she did. "Suck me, Lucy," he moaned. "Your mouth is so hot..." Lucy let Brad slide into her mouth, an inch at a time. Around five inches she stopped a bit, and started going up and down on his cock. He groaned with pleasure, and pushed Lucy's head down farther on his cock. She slid him in even further taking the full length, deep throating him, and making an erotic murmuring sound. Brad gasped as she started sliding him in and out of her mouth, smacking and slurping as she went. As she sucked him and the heat increased, Brad felt himself getting increasingly light headed. His balls started to tingle, and his body writhed with the sensations. Sensing his reaction, Lucy went up and down faster, squeezing his balls gently with her hand. Brad felt a sudden rush, and his cock started squirting his hot cum into her waiting mouth. She made a loud sound of pleasure and drank his juices, sucking hard on him to get every drop out. Brad let out a low, deep moan of ecstasy as he came, one that lasted until the orgasm finally subsided. He looked down at Lucy, who was licking what semen had escaped up. She looked at him and smiled broadly. "Lucy, I'm going to fuck you!" he said. "I'm going to fuck you hard and deep and make you feel like you never have before!" Brad finished kicking off his shoes and socks, and turned to her. "Sit on my lap," Brad commanded, his voice deep with lust. In the back of his mind, he wasn't sure how he was able to make such a fast recovery after being sucked off by Lucy, but his dick was already rising to the occasion, and he was in no condition to think rationally. Lucy lifted herself up, then started lowering herself down onto Brad's waiting cock, while Brad gripped her ass cheeks, helping her lower herself slowly. "Oh, Brad, fill me up," Lucy gasped. "I want it all!" Brad thrust the rest of the way into her, and Lucy let out a loud moan. Rocking his hips back and forth, Brad started a slow rhythm, while Lucy wrapped her legs around his back and rode him like a stallion. Due to her position her chest was once again in Brad's face, a fact Brad took advantage of by sucking on her tits as they bounced. She moaned loudly and Brad could feel the first wave of ecstasy upon her. He thrust faster, pushing savagely inside her cunt, which clenched about his cock as he did. As the heat and passion increased, Lucy started seeing spots before her eyes, and wondered if she was going to pass out. Just as she was rocked by a second wave of orgasm, Brad came himself, slamming deep inside her as his hot liquid spurted into her. She screamed with ecstasy, holding his face to her breasts, as he filled her with his creamy fluid. Finally, she came down from her pleasure, and looked into Brad's eyes. They were locked at the moment of ecstasy, entwined with their juices seeping out from her as they rested... Brad felt his cock begin to wane. "I want you again Lucy" she heard him whisper "but you'll need to take action on my cock. Clean it with your tongue" he instructed "and revive it back to its full length." She eased herself upwards and as they disengaged there was a slurp noise and their cum dripped out over Brad's genitals. It felt good for him. The goo was all over his testicles too and running between his sack and his legs. "You must clean me up and make me very hard again." She leaned over and started to lick him. His cock was soaking wet and very sticky. There was much to mop up but she was going to make the most of it and it excited her. Lucy worked her tongue all over and between his soaking wet ball and legs. The juices had worked there way down to his anus and there was a huge puddle there. She licked that delicate patch between the sack and the anal hole... Brad groaned. "Mmmmmm" he said "yes, clean up that area too!" She continued with her tongue and the tip of it touched his rim. She heard a deep groan and a sigh. She looked at his face and it revealed the smile of satisfaction. Lucy moved back to Brad's cock and engulfed it into her mouth. Sucking hard she imagined it was swelling larger than before. It was really rock hard now. What was he going to want her to do next? "Lie down on your back Lucy" he told her as he looked round the room for something. He spotted some material, reached out for it and leaned over her. He covered her eyes with it and tied it behind her head. She laid there in the dark wondering... She felt him move away and get off the bed, then he grabbed her left wrist and wrapped something round it and stretched out her arm - it was bound above her head to the corner of the bed. The same thing happened to her left ankle and before long her right ankle and wrist we linked to the other corners of the bed. "Oh God" she thought "what have I let myself into?" But she knew she could trust him and her excitement mounted. She felt a trickle of moisture between her legs. Brad would like that she thought, so she smiled to herself. Brad spotted the smile and that excited him too. But she was unaware of that as she couldn't see anything. Then Lucy suddenly felt his warm breath on her right breast as his lips touched her nipple. A gentle but firm tug on it. She could fell it being pulled by his lips and at the same time a hand rested on her left breast. He massaged, licked, kissed, suckled and skilfully pinched her nipples and her pleasure was enormous. So much so she didn't notice how sore her nipples were getting until he paused. It went quiet for a moment... then she felt a hand between her legs. "Mmmmmmmm" she heard Brad mutter. She was absolutely soaking. Brad could not resist moisture like that, he had to get down there quickly and then felt his warm tongue exploring her. He started between her lips and legs - up and down, round and round and then between her lips making sure none of Lucy's juices were wasted. There was some of his cum there but that didn't bother him, in fact it increased his lustful desire. It was a very wet Lucy. He moved up and ran his tongue around her clit and suckled on it. The effect was electrifying. He did this for ages as more moisture seeped out from her. Again, he licked it all up. Brad was desperate to fuck her as she was for him but he wanted to see how much she would cum before he entered her again. As he licked and sucked she suddenly felt his hands on breasts and fondling them gently but then he began to manhandle them with force and pinch her nipples firmer than earlier. Lucy bit her lips, it was painful but she wanted to see how much she could take. This almost violent action lasted a while as he continued to give her stunning head, pinching her nipples tightly. Then it stopped and he moved away. She thought he was on the bed, but due to her dizziness caused by what he had been doing Lucy couldn't work out what was going on. The delay seemed endless. "Had he gone?" she thought and for a moment started to worry. But she needn't have... she suddenly felt his firm shaft enter her wet pussy and wasn't it firm! Brad drove in and out of her like a steam engine. He seemed possessed! A man on a mission. Then she felt the weight of him on her breasts and he kissed her neck and lips then fondled her breasts. He bit her neck. He bit her breasts, painfully but skilfully not too painfully. He nibbled away at her and pumped and pumped causing her to drift into further turmoil and dizziness. He grabbed her arse and dug his fingers into her lifting her towards him as he penetrated deeply. He had already cum twice so she knew this was going to take longer. And it did. It was the fuck of all fucks. His pleasure was immense and so was Lucy's. She orgasmed so many times that she lost count. She didn't know what day it was or where she was at times then eventually she realised he was about to cum. He took off her blind and smiled into her eyes. Kissed her lips and filled her with cum. His body shook. It was like an earthquake and his cock felt like it must have been volcano erupting. He fucked for a little longer as the final orgasms exploded. He put his arms around her and slumped. He was spent and so was she. When she awoke she found she had been untied and Brad was cuddled up with her under the bed sheet. She smiled and dozed back to sleep... ***** part 2 to follow The Encounter: Brad & Lucy Pt. 02 Pre-amble: This story contains sex between consenting adults. I enjoy reading erotica which gives the mind complete freedom to wander which is why I omitted their ages to enable the reader to place themselves in one of the roles with a partner of an age of their choice. *********** Brad was the first to awake and he found Lucy lying face down. He slowly removed the bed sheet to reveal her fabulous curvaceous body and her lovely round arse. He gently moved round to get his face close to her cheeks and spread her arse cheeks apart. A little kiss here and another there to see how she responded, if at all. She lay still. He moved closer to her anus and licked her tight little arse ring and sphincter. She moaned in pleasure but was still in dreamland. He ran his tongue up and down the crack between those delightful cheeks making the whole area glisten. Then he poked his tongue into her anus and moved it around inside the tight area. It relaxed and opened up inviting him to explore deeper. Without hesitation the tongue slipped in further and Brad's saliva increased as he drooled at the prospect of what was about to follow. He tongued and sucked her gorgeous butt hole and it reacted by poking upwards. 'She wants it!', Brad thought (as if there was any doubt in the first place). With each stroke of his tongue he could feel a long string of saliva as he licked her anus and the area around the hole. Although still asleep, Lucy's body started writhing and he wanted to attempt fucking her arse before she awoke. He pushed his tongue in as deep as possible tasting her dirty back passage. It didn't bother him as he was overwhelmed with lust. Filth and Lust! What a powerful combination that was. He sucked and licked, cleaning inside that most private of private areas a woman possesses. Bizarrely, she tasted erotically wonderful. He thought 'How could that be? Shit shouldn't really taste like that. Must be the effects of Lust, make the most of it Brad'. He continued for a little while longer until her sphincter was completely open and ready. His cock was now bursting and needed to feel her warmth around it. He decided it was time to enter her and got into position easing his shaft into her. Despite all his tongue action and the feeling that her anus had opened right up, the tongue had deceived him and it wasn't quite as large an opening as he thought. But it was heaven none-the-less. As he entered, Lucy awoke slightly bleary-eyed but soon worked out what going on and moved her arse to greet him. She purred. He moved gently at first as she did in unison with him. Stroke by stroke he gradually worked his way deeper inside her moist tongue-cleaned rectum. With each thrust forward Brad's testicles snacked against Lucy's cunt with a wet thudding sound. She was dripping! Both of them felt great. Brad reach round her with both arms to embrace her and to squeeze her breast which were by now swinging to and fro with her raised up on all fours. They fucked and fucked and fucked with sweat pouring off of them until they both felt the results of their hard labour within their groins bearing fruit. "I'm cumming, darling. I'm cumming!" Brad cried. "So am I, oh fuck, so am I," Lucy replied. With that they both climaxed together. Brad filling her arse with his semen and Lucy having an almighty orgasm soaking the bed beneath her. Brad wanted to taste her orgasmic juices immediately but at the same time didn't want to withdraw as it felt so wonderful being inside her gorgeous arse. Both panting and sweating, they stayed locked together with Brad's arms around her. He stirred his cock around and felt how slippery it was in her rectum as his hardness started to wane. "I'd love to taste your orgasm, Lucy. Let me move round under you." Brad slowly eased his wet and sticky cock out of Lucy's dirty anus and gets himself into a 69 position. Lucy lowers her wet cunt onto his face and as she does so is confronted by a rather messy semi-hard penis. The temptation is too much for both of them. She starts licking the dirty cum covered dick and Brad laps up the juice between her vagina lips. As he does so his own cum dribbles out of her arse hole, down between her lips and into his mouth. 'Quite a cock-tail' he thinks. This excites him and coupled with the attention Lucy is giving to his cock his blood starts returning and slowly he gets another erection. Lucy expertly gives Brad the blowjob of his life and Brad returns the favour but using all his expertise of his tongue in her cunt and fingers in her wet and sticky arse. Lucy likewise fingers his arse. Together they work each others genitalia as lust reigns supreme again. They are besotted with each other as fingers, hands, mouths, lips and tongues drive each wild. Lucy gets wetter and wetter and Brad gets a hard as any man can. He throat-fucks her hard and she sucks and sucks as hard as she can on his penis. Fingers go deep into her arse and stir her inside-out. It makes her dizzy. She teases and fucks his arse with her fingers. It makes him dizzy. This mad passion continues as Brad's face get soaked and Lucy's throat is gets sore. Brad then explodes his load down her throat and she almost gags. Lucy squirts big time over his face as if he's having a shower. She slumps on him panting and he is gasping for air. They move round facing each other, smile, embrace and kiss, each tasting their own juices on each other. The bed sheet is pulled up and, with extremely satisfied expressions on their faces, they gradually fall asleep again...