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By: strickland83



He slipped into the room, gliding silently like a cat. Barely a sound, a wisp of a breeze. She was lying there as he knew he'd find her. She was asleep on her back, wearing just a pair of panties – nothing else. He smiled because that was how he expected to find her. She always slept like that. She shifted slightly in her sleep, the gentlest of moans escaping her lips. A heavy breath, perhaps. A fragment of a dream that wasn't quite enough to disturb her sleep.

He could smell the lavender she always put in the laundry. The sheets always smelled of lavender, of her. It was just another thing to remind him. He also recognized the clutter on the nightstand – framed photographs, a half empty glass of water, a box of Kleenex; on the floor, a heap of yesterday's clothes.

He grabbed the hem of his white t-shirt and pulled it over his head. He didn't care where it landed when he tossed it. That didn't matter. What mattered was touching her flesh. His hands went to the button on his white jeans. He fumbled just an instant before the button was undone. The zipper made the slightest of sound as he worked it down, then he pushed his pants to the floor. He stepped out of them, his erection making the front of his white briefs tent. His fingers now in the waistband, he pushed those down, feeling the cool air on his cock. He was erect, painfully so, and only the touch of her would ease that pain.

He crawled onto the bed, slowly so the mattress wouldn't creak. Up on his hands and knees, he approached her. He was over her, looking down at her sleeping form. He loved watching her sleep. She was so beautiful; she had always been so beautiful. From the first time he ever saw her, his heart ached in his chest when he looked at her. He felt such passion for her that being apart was a physical discomfort. It was a something that nothing could satisfy.

Ever so softly, he bent down until his face was next to hers. He pressed his lips to that spot on her cheek just in front of her earlobe. He reveled in the softness of her skin, the warmth of body. It always made him feel so alive to touch her warm body. His lips puckered, brushing against her. He heard her breath catch in her sleep. On one level, she knew he was there.

He wanted to run his tongue down her body but he knew that would wake her. That was against the rules. He moved his face down her body a little so he could kiss her on her neck. He sought that hollow in her collar bone. He smiled again as he remembered how she liked that. She didn't wake; she didn't try to brush him away. She was dreaming and he wasn't going to disturb her. He couldn't.

Now puckering his lips over a nipple, he kissed again, savoring the touch, the taste of her body. He sucked gently on the nipple, almost too much. She sighed. Startled, he released the nipple and moved lower. A kiss over her belly button and he was able to feel her stomach react with a tremble to his touch.

As if by instinct, or practice, her legs moved further apart, making room for him. He was lying between her spread legs now, the bulge of her mound beneath her panties directly in front of him. He could smell her pussy. It was faint, but his senses were heightened. Using a touch as light as a butterfly, he gently grabbed the hem of her panties and pulled one leg opening to the side to expose her lips. Her scent was a little stronger. She knew he was there, or she was dreaming, because she was damp for him. He leaned forward, not using his tongue yet. As his nose passed over her curly hair he inhaled, savoring her special aroma. She was very wet for him.

He slowly extended his tongue, judging the distance carefully in the darkness so when he made contact it was just barely. He could feel the fine hairs tickle his tongue. He pressed a little harder, just a little, so he could press through the hair and make contact with her lips. She started, just enough to cause her to shift a little in her sleep, still on her back. He pushed harder with his tongue and her lips parted for him, moisture flowing out so he could taste it. Such strong memories the flavor brought back!

It was time; he knew there wasn't much more time. He reluctantly yet eagerly got to his knees, her splayed legs to either side of him. His cock was throbbing in anticipation, a drop of moisture beading at its tip. Still holding the leg opening of her panties to one side, he maneuvered carefully so the tip pressed against her lips. When he felt the wet warmth of her pussy, he gasped, hurriedly putting the free hand to his mouth to stifle the sound. He pressed forward and felt her opening not yet yielding to him.

She was tight, or he was large, or perhaps both. She was wet enough, though. As he pressed, he felt her opening slip a little, then yield, then welcome the intruder. He slid into her body, biting his lower lip so he wouldn't cry out at the intense pleasure he felt. She was enveloping him, and her lubrication was flowing freely. As he pressed in, she moaned but still didn't awaken.

He pulled back slowly, savoring the passage of each of her ridges against his shaft. Even in the semi-darkness, he could see how his shaft glistened. It had been inside her, had been lubricated by her. He pushed, entering again. He wanted to go faster but he couldn't wake her. He had to force himself to go slow. It was exquisite torture to have to take the pleasure so slowly. In and out he moved, feeling such love for the woman lying beneath him. He lowered himself on top of her just until he could feel her breasts beneath his chest and her breath against his cheek. Her breath was hot against his neck, on his cheek, and he remembered a little more. He had to be careful to keep his weight off her so he wouldn't wake her.

He dared to move a little faster, feeling her now starting to respond. As he thrust against her, she thrust back against him, but just a little. As he pulled out, she pulled away. It was a rhythm that was born of instinct.

Too soon, she started to cum. He recognized her signs and felt his own disappointment. Her breathing deepened, she moaned harder, her legs pressed against his, and he felt her flutter against him, inside. She could feel the hard intruder within her. She recognized it for what it was and began to wake.

Like ripples disturbing a pond, he vanished just as her eyes opened. She drew in a deep breath and shuddered. She felt a warm flush on her face. It had felt so real. She slid one hand between her legs, feeling herself as wet as she knew she'd be there. She smiled and moaned, letting the other hand slide to the pillow next to hers. It was cold.

The cold and cruel reality set in, and she cried out in the darkness. No one was there to hear her. She was alone.

She blinked a few times until her eyes could focus on the clock. It was 3:18 AM. Her heart ached for him. Her body was aching for him, inside and out. She needed to talk to someone. She didn't feel right calling at such an hour but she needed to hear a voice, someone else to break the silence.

She remembered how Cathy had held her, had put her arms around her, and they had cried together. Cathy had told her to call whenever she needed someone. "I don't care what the time is. You need to talk. When you're ready, call me. Promise." Her words had been rough, demanding. It was not a request. She had promised, standing right there in front of it. She had kept that promise, each time. She always felt guilty doing it, but she called because she needed someone.

Her hand clumsily patted the nightstand, looking for the phone. She found it and dialed the number. The phone rang five times before Cathy answered, her sleepiness evident in her voice.

"Hullo?"

"I'm sorry, Cathy," she said.

"Brenda." A pause. "You dreamed about him again, didn't you?"

Her answer was so obscured by tears that Cathy could barely recognize her saying, "Yes."

"Tell me about it." Cathy's voice, though still sleepy, was sincere.

"Oh, Cathy, it was so real. I'm wet, like he was really here. I'm soaking. He was here."

"You know that's not possible, Brenda."

"Why?" Brenda cried.

Cathy knew it was not a response to her comment. She let Brenda cry, let her talk, let her ramble in her grief.

"If only I hadn't—"

"Stop it," Cathy interrupted. "You can't do that. I won't let you beat yourself up over this. There is nothing you could have done. It is not your fault."

"But I sent him out there, out to the store that night."

"It was a freak accident."

"But if he had only left a minute later, if I had kissed him one more time, one last time. Or not stopped him so he would have gotten there a minute earlier."

"Brenda, there is no way I'm going to let you do this to yourself. It happened and there was nothing you did to cause it."

"But why did he have to die?" Brenda asked as she cried harder.

After waiting a few seconds, Cathy answered, "I don't know." She let her friend cry for a few more seconds. "It's only been two weeks. You shouldn't be alone. Come stay with me. Or let me come stay with you. You don't need to be alone. Not yet."

"Cathy, I have to do this. I have to get used to living… without him." And that started a fresh wave of crying.

Cathy listened, her heart breaking. There was nothing but time to heal this kind of hurt. Her heart ached for Brenda, and for Frank, and for how he died. It was a stupid thing. A car ran a red light and hit him. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time. A minute, seconds maybe, either way and he would have survived. She cried at the funeral, devastated by the loss of her friend, but she knew her pain was inconsequential next to Brenda's. She hadn't been the one married to Frank. Why did he have to die? It was all so damn unfair. They were so happy, so perfect for each other. If ever two people were completely in love, it was Brenda and Frank. Cathy had been so happy when Brenda told her Frank had proposed. She remembered how Brenda had even called her on the second day of her honeymoon to tell her how the wedding night had gone. Cathy had known love a few times in her life but never a love like Brenda and Frank shared.

Brenda was talking about the last time she and Frank had made love. Cathy was used to them sharing intimate details of their respective love lives so that wasn't unusual. What hurt was that it was the last time Brenda would ever be with Frank. Cathy tried to be supportive. She was concerned that Brenda felt so certain Frank had been in the room each time she had dreamed about him. She was thinking maybe she should recommend that Brenda see some kind of counselor, but she hadn't figured out yet how to suggest that without angering Brenda.

"The dream always ends as I start to cum. When I wake up, I'm alone and it's over. It's so frustrating."

"Brenda, you know there are ways to help with that… frustration."

"I can't do that. I want him."

"He's not there anymore, Brenda. You have to know that."

Brenda thought about that for a moment. A silent pause filled the phone.

"I know," she finally said, resignation coloring her speech. "I know."

There was no hope for anything other than memories and dreams. The memories and dreams were all she had anymore.

The two friends talked for over an hour. Finally, Brenda was ready to hang up.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Cathy asked. "Let me come over."

"No, I need to do this," she said, sounding a little stronger. "I'm going back to sleep. Goodnight, and thanks."

"Call me next time," Cathy urged.

"I will. Goodnight."

And with that, Brenda hung up the phone. The crying had passed, now only the emptiness remained. There was just one way to get over that. She closed her eyes, cleared her mind and tried to go to sleep. Her mind was a storm of memories, of better times, of times when she wasn't so lonely. Her breath came ragged for a little while, before she relaxed and drifted off to sleep.

Frank had been waiting in the shadows, watching her. Tears streaked down his face as he watched her in pain. He knew he'd eventually have to leave. The other side beckoned, but he wasn't ready to leave. Not yet. He couldn't tear himself away from her. And he knew Brenda wasn't ready to let go yet, either.

As Brenda slipped into sleep, she began to dream. Taking his clue, Frank moved out of the shadows and to his sleeping wife. Until he was ready to go on, he would continue to be here every night, to visit.



Visit at the Trailer Park



This is a true story that happened in a small Mid-West town. I was in a VA hospital. I met my girlfriend after being released from surgery but knew I would be re-admitted at a later date.

My name is Rob and I met Deb one night when I was bar-hopping. We hit it off right away and did some serious dating for two months before I had to go back for more surgery.

Our sex life was relegated to the back seat of her father's car and we were never able to share a bed.

A week after my surgery, I was pleasantly surprised, when Deb showed up and convinced my doctors to release me to her care for the wk-end. Neither of us had money and I wondered where she expected us to stay.

Deb said, "I called Barb and she said we could stay with Steve and her as long as we didn't mind being with an old married couple."

Barb and Steve both graduated HS two ago and immediately got married. Deb and Barb both went to the same Catholic HS and knew each other since they were in the 4th grade. Steve graduated the same year, only from the public HS, and was a Sophomore when I was a Senior. I vaguely remembered him.

Deb and I stopped to pick up some wine and groceries and arrived at the Lazy J trailer park. Deb drove to unit 23 and we pulled up to a single-wide trailer.

Barb was outside waiting for us and yelled, "Hey, welcome to my palace." It was summer, hot and she had on some cut-off jeans and a t-shirt. I noticed her long brunette hair, gorgeous long legs, and small tits.

Deb yelled back, "Barb, we can't thank you enough for letting us stay for the week-end. This is my boyfriend, Rob."

I was out of the car and dramatically held Barb's hand as I kissed it and said, "Barb, thanks for saving me from another boring week-end at the VA!!"

She giggled and said, "this may be just as boring. Steve and I have little money since we are both going to college and only working part-time."

I told Barb, "as long as we have a little wine, a little food, and some great conversation, it will be a plus for me."

Steve was working and would be home shortly. To supplement their income he sold fine China to anyone, and especially those with wedding plans. He even sold a set to Deb, although she had no plans on getting married in the near future.

We carried our overnight bags, the groceries, and wine in as Barb gave us a 10 second tour of the place.

She said, "sorry, we only have one BR but I told Deb that you two love-birds could use our pull-out couch. Just don't wear it out."

Deb blushed a bright red as I looked into Barb's amused eyes.

I said, "Barb, if we break it, well you know?"

As we pour our first goblets of wine, Steve come into the trailer. "Aha, I see our cohabitating friends have arrived from afar." He looked leeringly at Deb as he spoke and she blushed again.

"Steve, this is Rob. He was two years ahead of us in school. Do you remember him?"

Steve said, "how could I forget. The starting point guard on our winning basketball team. Hi, Rob. Do you remember me?"

I said, "weren't you on the Sophomore football team?"

Steve was surprised that I would remember that and said, "Yeah. That was my last year. Those guys were getting too big."

Dinner was forgotten as the wine poured freely. Rob noticed that Steve could not take his eyes off of Deb. Whereas Barb had a dark tan and small boobs, Deb was porcelain white, a true blonde, and had 35C tits. She was wearing tight white shorts and a tight navy top that showed plenty of cleavage.

As the night wore on, talk stayed light, there was much laughter, until Barb told Deb just how tough married life was when you are young and broke all the time. She couldn't wait for Steve to finish his degree and start law school. This gave me a hint on why this "trophy wife" married Steve in the first place. He was plain, a little heavy, and did not have an overwhelming personality. I could only surmise that Barb was hanging on to become a lawyers wife.

Steve was taking a heavy load and had to get up for some early Saturday morning classes.

I said, "better you than me, Steve. I am a man of leisure right now."

"Yeah, Yeah, C'mon Barb. Let's leave these two love-birds alone. Hey, Deb. Keep the moaning down as I need my sleep." He leered at Deb as and she blushed again.

Barb laid out the sheets and a thin blanket and apologized because the AC was not working.

Deb had drank enough that her inhibitions were down and we both stripped naked and got under the sheets. It was great to stretch out, feel Debs body against mine, and get used to each other. As we kissed and felt each other, things began heating up and I kicked the sheets back.

Deb protested, "what if they come out here. I don't want them to see me bare assed naked!!"

I told Deb, "they are down for the night. The bathroom is back by them. They won't be coming this way."

She relaxed, I laid her back and licked up her thigh. She stiffened, tried to pull me up, but I was determined to taste that cute downy pussy of hers. I could tell she had never been eaten as she was very tense. I came up, we tongued kissed for awhile as I rubbed her pussy and she moaned.

"OMG, do you think they heard that?"

"Maybe, who cares?" Deb did and kept a pillow close by to muffle any other sounds. I told her I was going to eat the pretty pussy and she spread her legs as I moved down.

I said, "the next time I eat this, I want it shaved." She shuddered and meekly said, "OK"

Deb had three orgasms as I worked my tongue along her pussy and bit her clit. Her moaning intensified and I don't think she knew how loud she was. I moved up and kissed her. She drew back, leery of kissing me after my tongue was in her cunt. I forced my tongue in and she moaned as she tasted her cunt for the first time. I was finger fucking her and her pussy was soaked. I lifted up and brought my cock to her lips.

"Please Rob. I don't do that. Can't we just make love?" I didn't force the issue but told her if we were staying together, she would be sucking my cock.

She avoided that comment and said, "Please make love to me."

"Do you mean, let's fuck? Sure we can fuck as soon as you get my cock wet with your tongue." This is the first time I talked like that to her and she looked at me funny, but opened her mouth. I had to tell her what to do. She was scraping my cock with her teeth. After some quiet instructions, she was able to take 3-4" but started to gag. I held her head, forcing another inch and then told her she did a good job. She beamed at me as I pulled her close. I lifted her legs and put them over my ass.

Our sexual activity prior to this consisted of mutual masturbation, finger fucking, and me spending a lot of attention on her sensitive nipples. She told me she had only been with one other person, her Senior year, and his cock was not as big as mine and skinnier. I am not huge, a little over 8" but pretty thick.

Deb said, "Rob, go easy. Please don't hurt me." I found her opening and pushed. It took awhile to take the cockhead as I have been told it is huge. Deb was crying, "Rob, no, no, it's too big. Take it out." I pushed the head thru, she went, "Oh oh." She was trying to pull away when I rammed 3" into her. "OMG, Rob!! Oh Jesus, it hurts. OH"

I stopped pushing and asked, "Deb are you OK"

She moaned and said, "I don't know. Can you wait? Don't put anymore in. Let me get used to you." We lay like that for a few minutes and her hips began moving. "Ok, some more, but go slow."

I pulled the 3" out slowly and then went back and forth for a few minutes, just giving her the 3" Deb moaned as I re-entered her each time. I could feel her opening up. I readjusted, put her legs over my shoulders, and slid 6" of cock into her. "OMG, Rob!! Oh, Jesus, it feels like a baseball bat. Take it out. Please take it out."

She was crying and I said, "deb, do you want to be with me or not?" She shook her head and I said, "then you are going to take all of me, not just some of me. OK?" She moaned, and I rammed the last two inches in. I could hear her air intake and then it was as if she quit breathing. She began hyperventilating, moaning, as I began slowly fucking her.

"Aaaaah, oh, oh, it hurts. Oh, oh, Rob!! Oh, my pussy is so stretched, she hissed. Oh Rob, I can't take it all. My pussy is burning. Please stop. I'm sorry."

I laughed and said, "Deb, there is no more. You got it all!!"

She exhaled, "really? really? I did it. OMG, Oh Jesus. I'm so fucking full. Please don't move."

I held her legs up, didn't move and we stayed like that for a long time. She began moving her hips, rotating them, as I began a slow fuck. I withdrew slowly, then slowly fed her all 8". Deb was moaning so loud that I knew Steve and Barb could hear all we were doing. "Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Oh Jesus, I love your big fucking cock, oh fuck it feels so good. I never knew it would feel like this. Give me your big cock. Oh don't ever stop!!" 

I began long stoking her and slamming all 8" into her tight cunt. Deb got louder and louder. It was so hot, she was so hot, that sweat was dripping off me and onto her. We were rutting like animals, our first time together and her cunt was so tight, gripping my cock, not wanting to yield.

"Deb, Deb, I can't hold on much longer." She was making this wild, wounded, keening noise, and never heard me. I was bare-back and we didn't discuss birth control. "Deb where do you want it? Do you want it in your pussy? Your mouth?" Where, where? She was moaning, her eyes were rolling. I began to withdraw and then thought to hell with it. I rammed deep into her convulsing cunt. She screamed as she felt my hot cum shoot deep within her. It had been a long time and I shot once, twice, six times, into her and she moaned as she felt the scalding cum hit her womb.

I fell on top of her as she writhed and kept moaning over and over. It felt like someone had pour water over us. The sheets were soaked, we were soaked. I rolled off her and passed out.

I woke up when I heard a sound in the next room. I looked over at Deb. She was on her back with her right leg bent up. She was spread-eagle. Her blonde hair had dried, was fanned out, and she looked like an angel. Her pussy hair was still matted and I could see some cum still glistening inside her gaping pussy lips. Her right arm was lying across her eyes as if to shield the morning sun. I heard the noise again and laid back, my cock now semi-hard, and draping over my left thigh.

I closed my eyes just enough to look asleep but still see shadows. I saw a shadow to the front of me and opened my left eye just enough to see Steve to the left of the pull-out. He was bending down eyeing Deb. I opened my left eye and watched as he touched Deb's gaping cunt. He had a glob of my cum on his finger and put it to her lips. When the cum was on her lower lip, Deb moaned and involuntarily stuck out her tongue. The gob disappeared into her mouth. Steve looked toward me and I smiled. I watched as he went to the cupboard and retrieved a Kodak camera. He made a motion as to ask if it was OK to take a picture of her. I just shrugged. I didn't care.

After taking four or five pictures, Steve got very daring. He was only dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and he dropped his shorts.

He had one of the smallest cocks I had ever seen. His uncircumcised cock was hard, very skinny, and was maybe 4" long, He went toward Deb and put his cock to her mouth. I knew if she woke up she would scream and all hell would break loose. My cock was rock hard and I reached over and nudged Deb onto her side. I reached around and played with her pussy. She was giving that satisfied moan we all have after a good fuck the night before. I lifted her right leg and put my cock to her hole. As she moaned, Steve put his tiny cock in her mouth. That is when I long stroked and gave her all 8+ inches of my cock. Her moaning became louder as her lips clamped on Steve's cock. I could see her open one eye and then she began to struggle. Steve held her head as I calmly said, "it's OK, Deb. Relax. Go with it. Do Steve this favor."

Deb spit his cock out and said, "no, I can't do this. He's Barb's husband."

"I know babe, but if you make too much noise, Barb is going to come and see us." I was steadily fucking her and she was moaning uncontrollably. As she began to shake and moan, Steve grabbed her head and put his cock back in her mouth.

Deb took his cock out and said, "Steve, you better never tell Barb. Don't cum in my mouth either."

Steve nodded, put his cock in her mouth and she reluctantly began sucking. She was moaning from the pounding my cock was giving her. At some point, her legs began trembling and she had her first orgasm. I lifted her leg higher and could see her mouth working Steve's cock. He was definitely getting the benefit as I slammed into her over and over. Barb could probably hear the smacking of my hips against Deb's ass as I fucked harder. I was holding off when I saw Steve grab Deb's head. His ass tensed and I saw him shooting into her mouth. Deb was in the middle of another orgasm as Steve held tight on her head. She had no choice but to swallow and Steve must have saved up as I saw her throat as she swallowed five times before Steve pulled out. Deb had sucked his cock dry and it hung there, limp, two inches long. Steve leaned down and sucked on her tit, rubbed her pussy, as Dee quit moving and just went limp. I laid there, my cock still deep in her cunt.

Deb cried, "God dammit Steve. You told me you wouldn't do that. You promised you wouldn't cum in my mouth." As I pulled my cock out, she turned toward me, sobbing as she nestled her head in my chest. She was crying as I motioned for Steve to get going. He had a big smile on his face as he pulled his shorts up.

Deb was inconsolable as I stroked her hair. I put her on her back and rubbed her head, trying to calm her. I talked softly to her, playing with her tits, rubbing her pussy. I looked down. She was asleep. Her orgasms had worn her out.

I lay back, was just about asleep when I heard another noise. I closed my eyes, my cock was rock hard because I didn't cum when fucking Deb.

I heard a gasp!!



Visit at Work



God, daddy, what if you walked in right now and surprised me! I would jump right up and hug you so tight, I wouldn't even notice that my tan dress was riding up. Everyone would look at me, and I might have to explain how you came from such a long distance just to see me. I tell everyone that I'll be right back and take you to the office in the corner, presumably for a "touching conversation".

When the door closes, you push me up against it, almost hard enough to make a sound for those outside to hear. Keep quiet, you say, you don't want everyone to know what a little whore you are. and you reach up between my legs, push my thong aside, and shove your finger inside me. I'm moist already, but nowhere near wet enough to take it comfortably.

"You're lucky I didn't shove two fingers in your ass," you tell me. "Now get down on your knees and blow me. Suck daddy's dick. Choke on it-- I know you love it that way." And you trade places with me, pulling me down by my hair. I look up at you through my glasses as i reach inside your pants and pull your cock out. You're not wearing underwear; you came here just for this. I kiss and suck on your cock, taking it into my throat and feeling the burn. Your cock feels smooth in my mouth and it tastes so good. I'm salivating from excitement. I can feel my pussy getting wetter as I lick and stroke you with my tongue before sliding it back in my throat. Trying not to gag and cough as i willingly cut off my air supply, you grab my head and push me further. You're always pushing me further, to places I always wanted to go but never could.

Past my own slurps, I can hear the sound of the printer, and a phone ringing. I hear chatter and laughter. but all i can taste, breathe, feel, and smell is your cock in my mouth. You roughly pull my head back, away from your cock. Good girl, you tell me. You pull me up by hair again and lead me over to the table in the middle of the room. You bend me over and lift my skirt up around my hips.

"Wouldn't you love it," you say, "if someone walked in right now? They'd come in and see your fucking pussy facing the door, bent over like a little slut." You reach down and rub my slowly and with purpose. I start to pant hard, although I'd rather be groaning and yelling your name. 

"You've fucked someone out there," you say, gesturing to the door behind you. "I know you have. Maybe i should get him in here. You could call him in here and just start sucking his cock. Just like that. No words, no explanations. He walks in, sees us here on the table, your mouth open, my cock slamming into you." And with that, you do slam your cock into my pussy. It's certainly dripping now. And you fuck me hard against the table, shaking the pencils, making the plastic parts rattle. You grab my hips and pound me hard, and I fall forward and backward from your thrusting, and I imagine that cock in my mouth. The one that I have tasted before. The one, that after a night of too much tequila, found it's way into my tight little asshole.

I feel you getting hard and I can tell you're about to come. You grab me tighter and fuck me harder and harder. I start whimpering, no longer caring if anyone can hear me. I start imagining that the cock in my mouth would also be close to coming, and when I hear you groan under your breath and you start coming inside me, I can feel his come in mouth too. And I swallow it up. I start tensing my pussy around your cock, tensing and releasing.

"That's my girl," you chuckle before pulling out and tucking yourself back in your pants. "Now pull up those panties and go back and sit at your desk. Feel my come just slipping out of you all day. And tonight, I'll give you more. How would you like that, baby?" I am now standing in front of you. You reach up, and instead of smoothing my hair, you wrap your hands around my throat and start to squeeze. "How would you like that, baby? You want more of daddy's cum?" I nod, my face tingling from the lack of blood. "You want someone else's come too? Go invite your little friend." You bring your face close to mine, where I'm becoming desperate for a breath. "And if you don't, I'll bring someone. And you won't like who I pick out, I promise. You hear me?" I nod again. You plant a soft kiss on my parted, my unmoving, not breathing lips, and turn and open the door, leaving me alone in the room, gasping and wanting more



Visit from a Family Friend



It had been a rough couple of weeks. My girlfriend and I had gotten to that point most couples in their late twenties get to – ultimatum time. We either we going to get married or stop wasting these years on some withering semblance of a relationship. She had decided- We - had decided that it was time to part ways. There were tears and harsh words as there always are, but she was moving back into her parents' house while she "took some time for herself" she said. That was two months ago. I had a glazed over look at work constantly and hadn't worried like I should have about finding someone to help shoulder a rent in an expensive city. I was trudging along trying to breathe the same air as I used to and started to see light again. I was still 28, still had a good job, and now had a bachelor pad I could do whatever I wanted in. That's when I got a text that wasn't my everyday digital churn of my jackass friends talking about fantasy football.

Hey! Heading to the city

Fri I can still crash rgt?

Jessica? From home Jessica? – I had totally forgotten. Jessica was a family friend from back home. My parents and her parents were friends, so we had grown up together somewhat. I was nine years older than her though. When we were kids, we were both part of the group that played together at all of the big summer parties and went on vacation together a few times a year. When I was home a few months ago for some cousin's something I had seen her. She was talking about how she was going to college outside of Boston, which she liked, but wanted to see if she could stay with Jenn and me when she came into the city to party. I said, "Sure". Our apartment was tight, but we could move a couch and blow up an air mattress.

Yeah no prob, Jenn and I broke

up a month ago FYI

 I no sry, my mom told me

Don't worry, it'll be fun!! Haha

OK, text me on Fri, let me know

What you are doing

K

Friday came and I was cruising through work. I had finally buttoned up all the client issues and just wanted to sit on my couch, watch the playoffs and drink. I wasn't in that sensitive songwriter weeping depression phase of the post-breakup, but I did not want to wade through a sea of humanity at a bar either. Jessica texted me that she was on the road. She was only about forty minutes away, so it wouldn't take that long. I picked up a little bit and vacuumed. I pulled the air mattress out, but hadn't fully set it up yet. I settled in to my first beer on my couch when the buzzer went off. 

"Hel-lo?" I said already knowing who it was.

"Heyyy, it's me," Jessica said with her normal cheerful tone.

I buzzed her in and cracked the door. After a minute, I heard some voices coming down the hall, but I thought Jessica was going to be by herself. She walked in saying "hiiii," breaking up the mental silence that builds up when you are sitting by yourself in a room for too long. I looked over as I was getting up to greet her when I paused because I was hit with an overstimulating hot girl visual. Jessica had grown up to be a pretty girl, but when we were in our hometown, she had mostly dressed in jeans and t-shirts. She looked cute in them and I had definitely noted the hot teenager she had become while still trying not to be creepy. But tonight, she was already dressed up for going out. She was in full 19-year-old bar-hopping attention-grabbing gear. She had on a tight pair of dark jeans, heels, a sheer top over a tank-top and a leather jacket. The jeans showed off her curves very nicely, while the top put her perfect perky tits on display. Her hair was straightened and her round face wore the playful, friendly smile she always seemed to have. I was mentally saying "Gawd Damn!" before I even realized she had walked in with another person. 

"Mike, this is Ashley."

"Hi Ashley," I said as I gave her a hello hug. 

I think she had told me, but I must have forgotten. Of course she would bring a friend. A young girl is not going to go out partying by herself in a city. The bonus was Ashley hot too. She had that tall, thin model-ly frame with sharp features and dark eyes. She had on a skirt on that was too short for life, also heels, and a North Face jacket that most assuredly covered some barely there slutty top. She was nice enough, but shy around the "old" dude she just met. I had bought them some beers to pre-game (because I'm such a nice guy!). The girls opened up a little after having one. I was asking them about school and life with the playoffs in the background as white noise. As two attractive young ladies, they were getting hit up non-stop with texts from boys at their school.

What are you up to?

Where we going tonight?

Netflix and chill?

"Ugh, fucking Chris," Ashley said to Jessica. Ashley had been in a guarded Parents mode since she had gotten to my apartment, but seemed to be loosening up. 

"Who's Chris?"

Jessica answered for her, "it's her stalker," she said laughingly.

Ashley half smiled and yelled at her phone, "we hooked up ONE time, leave me alone!"

"Kid is so annoying," she said almost looking up from her phone. I noticed as the conversation wore on that Ashley had lived a life. She had no doubt developed early and had male attention from a young age. The back tat, whiff of Daddy issues, and the look she had like she was a lion sizing you up for the kill gave me the impression she was into some dirty, dirty stuff in the bedroom. Jessica had a nicer, more approachable aura to her, but with the flick of an eyebrow could let you know you were in for some fun should you reel her in. The girls finished two more beers and were off into the night. As they were leaving, I told Ashley to text my number, so I would have hers if they got separated. She quickly did and they were out the door. I sunk back into my couch and let the endorphin rush everyone with male DNA gets around pretty girls fade.

I finished watching the Celtics blow the game late. How do you not get a hand in that guy's face on the 3-point line honestly?! There was some movie that I had seen before on FX that I put on just for something to watch. My eyelids started to fade shortly after that. I snapped awake at about 12:30 with the TV still on and made my way to my bedroom. I texted Jessica and Ashley to see how they were making out. Jessica texted me back.

You guys good?

Yeah

OK, going to bed, call me when

you are in an Uber

K

I went to the bathroom, got undressed and climbed into bed. Normally, I just wear boxers, but I put a t-shirt on in case I was walking to the bathroom or something in the middle of the night to be a decent gentleman. Two hours into sleeping I snorted awake to my phone ringing and buzzing next to my bed.

"Hey."

"Hey, we're on our way."

"OK, just buzz when you get here."

"Alright."

I buzzed the girls in and waited for them in the living room. Jessica led Ashley in, standing behind her giggling with her hand poised to catch Ashley if she fell backwards. They both looked like they had a great night, swaying with their eyelids half-closed. It was clear Ashley had about ten too many, but Jessica still had the Drunk Girl glow.

"I love Fireball!" Ashley slurred.

"Fuckin' showed them...oh wait they won" Jessica playfully said to Ashley.

I was pretty amused. Their fake IDs obviously worked and since they were hot chicks what bouncer is going to say no. I wanted to find out more before they passed out.

"So what happened?" I said with a grin.

"Some guys challenged us to see who could do more shots," Jessica said. "She went full 'Smashley'."

"Fuck you," Ashley snapped as her surly look bobbled into a smile.

"Wha-?" I said.

"She went toe to toe with them, but then got all blackout and started grinding with all of them," Jessica responded.

"Oh" I chuckled. I remember those days.

We both helped Ashley to the air mattress. I took her shoes off after Jessica took her coat off and assisted Ashley's flop onto the air mattress. She was out before I even put the blanket on her. Jessica grabbed her bag and went into the bathroom to get changed. I was waiting in the living room when Jessica came out. She had shed the night out attire and put some boxers on to sleep in. She still had on her tank top, but had taken off her bra leaving her perfect 19-year-old tits stretching the fabric. I think she caught me staring at them as she was walking toward the air mattress because she gave me a smiling head nod and said, "Goodnight."

"You all set?"

"Yeah."

"OK, goodnight" I said and then shut off the lights and went to bed. After a half hour, I dozed off into twilight, but heard one of the girls still rustling around on the air mattress. Finally, Jessica got up and softly knocked on my door. I opened it squinting at her, "What's up?"

"Ashley is completely star fished on the bed and I can't fit on your tiny couch. Can I sleep in your room?"

"Uh yeah," I said still half asleep. "Do you want me to take the floor?"

"No you're good. Your bed is big enough."

I slid back into my bed and Jessica got in on the opposite side. My heart rate naturally went up a little since I had a good-looking girl in my bed. It was a fleeting moment though as Jessica put her head down on the pillow and put her back to me. I closed my eyes contenting myself with going back to sleep after a minute when Jessica began to squirm around. I was lying on my back and she spun around and faced me with her eyes still closed. I could feel the warmth from her body and didn't move away as she was inching closer. She ultimately broke the touch barrier and draped her arm across my chest and pressed her body against mine. My heartbeat went up and I sighed happily when she did it. I started to rub her arm with my fingertips as we continued the sleeping façade with our eyes closed. She started rubbing my chest and then got rid of all pretense when she grabbed my cock and started stroking it through my boxers. I groaned with pleasure as my cock went from semi- to rock-hard in about 10 seconds. I spun and met her and we both passionately kissed each other. She gave me a breathy whisper into my ear, "I want you to fuck me."

I immediately kissed her hard and started rubbing her pussy through her boxers. It felt warm as she squirmed and moaned with delight. I did that for a minute before I put my hand under her shirt and pushed the tank-top off with my foreman. She did the rest and nearly ripped it off over her head. I lost my shirt and got on top of her in between her legs and started sucking her nipples. She exhaled an "uhmmm" as I continued. I kept alternating sucking one nipple and taking the other in my hand and massaging it. Those tits that were dancing through the corners of my brain all night were now filling up my hands. 

"Lay down," she said.

I laid on my back and she took her boxers off; throwing them in the corner. I laid there with my chest beating and my breath shallow as she mounted me. I let my mind drift with images of her naked body on me over the past few years, but didn't fully indulge them because she was so young. But now, that naturally tight body with a flat stomach and womanly curves in her hips and chest was now mounted on top of me.

As she pulled her hair back with a hair tie she said with a devilish grin, "I've been thinking about this for the past month."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," she said grinning as she leaned close to me and started kissing my neck. She made her way down my body with her lips after finally stopped at my boxers. She looked up with a smile and put her fingers in my waistband and slowly pulled my boxers down. I lifted my butt to help her and she saw my stiff cock pop into view after she got my boxers off. I had to catch my breath after she immediately grabbed my cock and put the whole thing down her throat. She was alternating licking the underside of the head and sensitive part of the shaft and then bobbing up and down on the entire length. My eyes were rolling in the back of my head as she sucked my dick while applying just the right amount of pressure with her tongue. I was going to happily explode in her mouth when she suddenly stopped and crawled up to me.

She stared at me inches from my face and said, "Fuck me."

Her pelvis was already positioned over mine, so I grabbed my cock and helped her slide it into her pussy. Her eyelids flickered and she let out some high-pitched, but muffled moans and as she slowly let me inside of her. Once she got all the way down, we both let out deep groans of pleasure. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy around my cock and all of the nerve endings in her vagina were firing jolts of pleasure into her brain. She slowly started going up and down until we got into a nice rhythm. I grabbed her hips and we started fucking hard. 

Jessica let out a high-pitched moan, but this time it wasn't muffled. She immediately covered her mouth with her hand, not wanting to wake up her friend sleeping in the other room. I exhaled an "oh fuck" and she immediately covered my mouth giggling. I grabbed her ass and started fucking her with a quick motion and her face instantly changed. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she started to moan in that escalating mode building towards an orgasm. She put her hands on my chest and pushed me back towards the bed.

"Take a breath," she said as she slowly started grinding her pussy back and forth with my cock still inside of her. She could feel my heart pounding and smiled at me as she moved some hair out of her face.

"I don't have any condoms."

"It's OK, I'm on the pill."

Jessica started to grind back and forth against my cock with a quickening pace. We started going faster and faster. I could hear her breath start to get quicker and her teeth clenching. Faster, faster.

"Make me cum, make me cum, make me cum," she said as she put her fingers through her hair. I was trying to hold out, but my cock was hitting all the walls of her vagina and I could feel the tingling in my balls start to build. I grabbed her big tits and then started dragging my fingertips across her taught teenage body hard. She was bucking at her maximum pace at this point. 

Her hands went behind her onto my legs as she arched her back and I grabbed her hips to keep the pace.

"I'm cumming," she said through panting and then out an increasing pitch of "ahh, ahh, ahh," as the last one couldn't hit the high note. She collapsed out of breath onto my chest.

"God...Holy shit...fuck."

She caught her breath and then said, "Your turn." She dismounted and got on all fours on the bed. I started to get behind her, but then got off of the bed and stood at the edge. I grabbed her hips and forcefully pulled her ass towards me. I positioned my cock against her pussy and slowly thrust in. I let out a grunt as the blood rushed to my head and slapped her ass; not hard, but enough to make noise. She let out a moan as we started to build up a rhythm. I could feel that tight, young pussy gripping my cock as I was fucking her from behind. It didn't take long for the tingling to start to build in my balls again. Jessica started to moan louder and louder before she grabbed a pillow to stifle herself.

"Cum inside me."

That sent me into overdrive as I started to pound her pussy relentlessly. Faster, faster. 

Jessica let out a muffled, "I'm cumming," into the pillow. I wasn't far behind.

I let out a clenched, "I'm gonna cum," as I pulled her hips roughly against mine one last time and came deep inside her pussy. I let out some animal grunts as my dick was unloading inside of her releasing jets of cum. She fell forward and I pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed next to her.

"Oh...my...God," I said in between breaths. Jessica just smiled as she tried to wrangle her heart back into her chest. We both quietly attempted to go to the bathroom and then got back into bed. I feel asleep with a sweetheart of a girl pressing her skin up against mine.

I woke up to an empty bed. Jessica had gotten up first and was giggling with Ashley in the living room. I got up and walked into the living room when they both stopped. Jessica said, "good morning," in a play-along type of tone. I sat down next to her on the couch and asked them how the night went. They gave me some play-by-play until Ashley got up to go to the bathroom. She seemed groggy, but no worse for the wear. I wanted to make sure nothing was listing in her emotional core after last night.

"Are we good?"

"Yeah, totally, but, uh, ... Ashley heard us."



Visit From a Friend



He was all in. The combination of lack of sleep and twelve hour days taking it's toll. He saw to his surprise, that she was waiting in the parking lot. He crawled in, looking at her in disbelief as her breasts jutted through her open shirt, her nipples visibly throbbing in rhythm with his growing bulge. She didn't even look at him, taking off out of the parking lot with smoking tires, throwing him back into the seat. She drove quickly up to his house, nobody home except the dog. 

He followed her through the door, gasping as she turned quickly towards him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, pulling his shirt off hard enough to pop the buttons off. She led him to the back of the house towards the bathroom. He saw that the tub was full of steaming water, a few candles glowing softly in the darkness. She started unbuttoning his pants, kissing him softly, guiding him into the tub. .she takes a soapy sponge, washing him gently, his throbbing cock at full attention in the water. She dumped the water over his head, rinsing all the soap off, then pulled him up and out, rubbing the towel all over his body. 

She led him back to the living room where a blanket was spread on the floor. .she shoved him onto his back, then sat on the recliner, taking her favorite toy out of a bag beside the chair. Idly stroking himself, he watched as she ran the vib over her nipples, down her belly, to sink deep inside her, her moans of pleasure causing his prick to jump excitedly. Crying out as the first wave of pleasure ran through her body, shuddering with the force of orgasm, she lay next to him, the toy still buried deep inside. ..taking his cue, he lowered his head to her crotch, running his tongue around her mound, then tickling her lips clenching the vibrator, her moans turning to screams as his tongue speared her clit, still pulsing from the toy. 

She pulled him atop her, swallowing him whole as he spread her lips, gently taking her clit between his teeth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. .the combination of her moans as she took him into her throat caused his prick to dance, pulsing in rhythm with her pussy clenched around the toy. .he took the toy out, then buried his tongue as deep as he could, her cries of passion driving all other sensation away. 

He allows her only a moment to catch her breath, turning around and placing a pillow under her hips. He puts her legs over his shoulders, lightly spanking her swollen clit with his tool before sliding deep inside her hot tunnel. ..slowly at first, then with increasing fervor, he stroked the entire length of her sensitized puss, her clit rubbing his base, her hole grabbing, milking him with each movement. 

Harder, deeper he drove, faster as she starts raking her nails across his back, her legs squeezing as if to get as much as she can. .pounding furiously, their voices united in the early evening gloom, they both shudder with the sudden explosion of sensation coursing through their veins...



Visit from a Friend



It has been so long since we've seen him, she thought, as she dialed the phone to leave a message for him at his hotel. Will he still want to get together tonight? All day she fantasized about how the visit would go as she went about her daily work. It was hard to concentrate on the routine details, but at last the day ended and she could go home and prepare for the evening.

After dinner, she showered and washed her hair. The phone rang as she was stepping out of the shower. It was her cell phone since they were keeping the home line clear for an expected business call. It only rang twice and then stopped. Oh, oh. That didn't sound right at all. Quickly her husband dialed the hotel number and asked for their friend's room. As it rang, he thrust the phone at her. None too soon, as the phone was answered on the second ring. 

"Hello," he said. 

"Hello, love," she replied. 

"Hi, I just tried to call you." 

"I thought so," she responded. "It only rang twice and then the call was gone. I thought it might be you and we decided to check. Didn't want to miss you." 

After some further chit chat and general catching up, she turned the conversation to the evening, letting him know that only she would be able to join him for drinks as her husband had some business to attend to that evening. The whole thing was so last minute anyway that he couldn't possibly object if he wanted to see them at all. Of course, he didn't. Secretly he had been hoping for a way to see her alone anyway. This time he wanted to let her know how desirable he felt she was. They arranged that she would pick him up at the hotel in about half an hour, giving her time to dry and arrange her hair, dress, and drive into the city from the suburb where they lived.

Somewhat nervous about meeting their friend alone, she looked plaintively at her husband. He assured her that he was not uncomfortable with her going and that she was not to worry on his account. She kissed him goodbye and promised to return in "a few hours." Smiling, he waved goodbye as he picked up the telephone to make a call. On the drive into the city, she contemplated the evening to come and wondered how she would manage to entertain their visitor alone. Arriving at the hotel, she saw him through the lobby window, reading a newspaper. She parked the car and entered the hotel, walking quickly and directly to her guest. He heard the click of her heels on the marble floor as she approached and lowered his newspaper. Laying it aside, he rose and took her in his arms for a hug and quick kiss. Then they turned and exited the hotel.

As they left the parking lot, she asked what his preference would be for drinks and whether he might like to walk in the park first. He quickly opted for the park, saying he had been cooped up indoors for several days and would really enjoy some exercise in the fresh air. She turned the car toward a nearby park where there was a walking track. They chatted as they drove along about ordinary things--the children, the pets, recent events, etc. She extended her husband's apologies again for missing his visit because of business but he told her he completely understood, wondering to himself if her husband had arranged it this way on purpose to allow them time alone together. She had been the first of the two he had met.

When they arrived at the park, she sat in the back seat and changed her high heels for walking shoes, putting her heels in the floorboard and her purse in the trunk. Pocketing the keys, she locked the car and they started toward the track. He held out his hand and she placed hers in it. Hand in hand they started to walk around the track. The surface was uneven and a tiny bit treacherous in the dark and she was glad of his steadying hand as they walked. When she missed a step because of the unevenness of the walk her breast brushed against his arm, causing a tiny thrill inside her. Did that happen because he intended it to, she wondered? As they walked, they chatted more about the events of their lives since last they had met... how the children were growing up and leaving the nest; the vacations they had taken; and the places they hoped someday to see, etc. Theirs were ordinary lives, lived so far apart and yet so similarly.

At last she was tiring and there was a bench just ahead sheltered among the trees beside the path. They decided to rest a moment there before continuing their walk. She sat down and he joined her, sliding his arm around her on the back of the bench. When she leaned back, she was surprised to find her head resting against his shoulder. He turned his head toward her just as she looked up at him and suddenly their lips met, as if by accident. His arm tightened around her and his other hand rose to her neck as their kiss was prolonged slightly. He whispered her name softly against her hair as their mouths separated and he drew her closer for a moment. Then, with a slight catch of his breath, echoed a moment later by her startled soft gasp of pleasure, he slid his free hand down to her hip and caressed her thigh through her soft knit dress. Then, as he kissed her again, deeper this time, he slid his hand inside her full skirt and stroked her silk clad thigh directly. She moaned softly as the pleasurable sensations raced through her from her thigh right on up her body and she leaned closer and he tightened his arm around her once more. Her free hand crept upward and caressed the nape of his neck now as their kiss continued. The hand inside her skirt was wandering even more now, caressing the curve of her hip and slipping inside the loose fitting silk panties she had worn. Their lips and tongues were performing a light and exciting dance as they kissed and their bodies strained to press closer to each other.

Suddenly, they noticed that traffic was beginning to increase past their secluded hideaway as people were leaving the park. They realized that the ball games that had been in progress when they were walking must have ended and soon the park would be deserted. Meanwhile there were those car headlights.

He whispered against her mouth that they should perhaps retire to his hotel room for privacy's sake and she agreed after a moment's hesitation. When they stood to leave, her knees refused to cooperate and she swayed shakily. He caught her against him and kissed her once more as they stood still, steadying themselves for the walk back to the car. Then slowly with his arm around her waist, they turned and proceeded toward their transportation. At the car, he suggested that he drive since she still seemed a bit shaky. She agreed and slid across the seat. As they returned to the hotel, he rubbed her upper thighs lightly, traveling to their juncture and growing dampness and she hesitantly let her hand touch his crotch where she could feel his interest growing by the minute. At last they arrived and walked, hand in hand again, up to his room on the second floor.

Once inside, he locked the door and turning from it gathered her to himself once more. Leaning against him as he pressed her body against his, they kissed deeply and slowly. His hands roamed over her back and held her ever tighter to him. She felt his arousal against her. Then he released her reluctantly and bent to clear a space on the king-size bed. He excused himself for a moment and she lay back against the pillows and waiting for his return, not allowing herself to think about what would happen next. Her dress was spread about her, a dark foil for her slender stocking-clad legs as she reclined against the pillows and waited for his return. She didn't have long to wait. Still fully clothed, he came back into the room and lay down beside her and reached for her. She came into his arms willingly and his hands again began caressing her all over through her soft dress as he claimed her mouth once more. She sighed into his mouth and arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he broke the kiss and released her momentarily as he repositioned himself between her legs and slowly, almost reverently, pushed her skirt upward until he had revealed her innermost secrets, covered by lacy, loose-fitting panties. Pushing these aside gently, he lowered his mouth and began to lick and suck her warm, moist slit. More juices flowed, filling his mouth and tasting her wet, hot juices, he began to slide her panties downward until he could remove them and fold them on a corner of the bed.

Next, he pushed her dress still higher until her ripe breasts were revealed in all their braless glory to his eyes. Almost before she realized what he had done, his mouth was encompassing first one nipple and then the other as he suckled them to excited hardness. Breathing his pleasure at this reaction against her breast, he stopped, pulled her up to a sitting position and lifted the dress to slide it over her head, folding it afterwards and laying it aside with the forgotten panties. Now she lay naked before his eyes except for those sexy hose covering her legs.

He lay down beside her but rose again as she begged him to remove his shirt also. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and lay down beside her, taking her into his arms and letting her breasts rub against his bare, smooth chest. She slowly, hesitantly slid her hand inside the waistband of his shorts and touched his rock hard cock waiting for her. Quickly he lifted his hips and in only one smooth motion divested himself of the trousers and under garment, his cock springing forth to meet her questing hand. She stroked the entire length of it and cupped his balls in her hand. Leaning down she kissed his manhood and then slipped it inside her hot seeking mouth. Licking with her tongue even as she took him all the way into her mouth and partially down her throat, she extracted a prolonged groan of pleasure from his lips. 

"Oh, that feels so good," he breathed as she intensified her licking and sucking on his now extremely hard member. A few moments later, she lay back in his arms as his hands explored her body and found her wet dripping crotch.

Against her mouth he begged softly that she let him enter her. After a moment more of kissing, smiling, she nodded her assent. He rose and positioned himself over her, entering with one swift stroke. She gasped in pleasure and lifted her hips to meet his next thrust and the next and the next, each one increasing in intensity and speed. 

"Slowly, gently, lover," she breathed and he lowered his body to touch every inch of hers beneath him and lay still. 

For the next several minutes, they lay joined and still with only her inner muscles contracting and relaxing as she squeezed him. Then he suddenly withdrew from her and positioned himself once more with his head between her thighs. She moaned in pleasure and gave herself up to the thrill of his tongue on her clit. Faster and faster he flicked it back and forth, sucking her juices and flaying her clit with his tongue. Just as she almost rose to orgasm, he stopped once more and positioned himself astride her. He pressed his cock between her breasts and lifted her head as he squeezed a drop of pre-cum from the tip for her to lick. He pulled a pillow over under her head so she could comfortably take him into her mouth. She opened to him and licked the pre-cum from his head and then took his whole cock into her mouth and down her throat. Oh this was hot. For several minutes, she sucked and licked him, flicking the underside with her tongue up and down the length of his shaft as he sat poised above her.

He lowered himself again and plunged his cock deep into her warm dripping cunt. Lowering his body on top of her he began to stroke in and out slowly, letting her feel the entire length of him going in, filling her and then withdrawing almost completely and thrusting in again. Gradually, the speed of his strokes increased as he felt the tension mounting within him. She was moving her hips in rhythm with his strokes as if they had been making love for many years and knew each others' timing perfectly. Once more, forcefully, almost urgently, he claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss, letting his tongue explore, meeting the resistance of her tongue as he invaded her mouth. They were building ever higher toward that ultimate climax. 

"Mmmm," he moaned in her ear, "I'm cuuummmming." as his balls erupted shooting hot cum up inside her just as she felt her body go into a spasm that signaled her own orgasm. They lay together, spent for a few short moments and then he rolled onto his back, pulling her onto her side against him.

They lay there in sated contentment with her head on his shoulder and his arm holding her tightly against his body for what must have been only a few minutes but seemed like forever to her. 

Then he turned, kissed her gently and asked, "Are you OK?" 

"Yes," she replied. "Are you? No regrets?" 

"None" he assured her, kissing her again. 

Then they lay quietly side by side, enjoying the feeling of their bodies touching in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Softly they whispered to each other, speaking of the wonder at their union and how it came to be. Never had they expected that they would go so far together. Each of them, in fact, had promised the other that they wouldn't go so far. Now they had. What were they to do about it? He said it would be all right and she believed him. Gradually, they became aware of the hour. Each had an early morning to face the next day. She sat up on the bed and began to sort out her clothes and dress. He did the same on the other side of the bed, then, walked around as she stood up and adjusted her dress and took her in his arms gently, tenderly, once more. He finished dressing and said he would walk her out to her car. Arm in arm they descended the stairs to the parking lot and walked to her car. He unlocked the door and opened it. She slid inside. 

"Send me an e-mail tomorrow," he whispered as he leaned in the door and kissed her once more. 

"I will." she said. Then he closed the door and she started the engine, backed out and drove away.

Fourteen miles later, she entered her driveway and parked the car in her usual place. As she got out of the car, she was still bemused by what had just happened. Was I really there, she thought. As she approached the door, her husband opened it and greeted her with a hug and kiss. They walked into the bedroom and she set her purse down and then turned to face the man with whom she had shared the last many years. 

"How was your evening?" he asked. 

"It was all right," and her eyes darted away. His hands on her shoulder, she turned to meet his eyes again. "We had sex," she said to him. 

"I know" he responded. Then he kissed her again. "It's OK, honey." 

He reached over to the dresser and handed her a fresh hot cup of tea. It tasted so good. Her mouth was dry and she was so thirsty. When she had finished the tea, she undressed and stepped into the shower. He prepared a second cup of tea and handed it to her when she came out. They stretched out on their king-size bed while she drank it and told him about the evening. He reached out and caressed her breast as she reclined beside him and they talked. When the tea was gone again, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, kissing and caressing her. She responded to his embrace warmly as she always did, loving the feel of his familiar hands on her body, arching against him, kissing back.

His touch became more insistent and she turned onto her back and opened her legs, inviting him to take her. Positioning himself above her he entered her with one sure stroke and buried himself in her. They made love as if it were the first time, hot and urgent, renewing their love as they rose to the heights together. Finally, spent, they lay in each others arms and fell asleep entwined. Just before her eyes closed in sleep, she noticed the clock. 2 a.m ... what a night!!



Visit Home



T/they had decided to visit her parents for the first time since she had left to live with Him full time. In the build up to the visit she had pondered on if to tell her parents the full extent of what her and her Masters relationship was. They had reservations about her living in another country so she thought it best not to tell them, she discussed it with her Master He agreed to her wishes.

The plane lands, after collecting T/their luggage T/they head to the car rental place. He has already decided that she is to drive as she knows the roads better and of course the way to her parent's house. He makes her pull over along a quiet country lane and He turns to face her, taking her hands in His He smiles over at her.

"Well My slut this will be the last time until W/we are alone that I shall be calling you My slut but you shall be My sweet whilst in public. Have you decided what you wish to call me in public?" He asked as He gazed over her body.

"Yes my Master i have," she gazes into His eyes "If it pleases You my Master may Your slut call You Babe. A term of endearment and respect for You my Master." she sits still as she awaits His answer.

"Wise choice My slut and yes it pleases Me immensely. It will be hard for both of U/us but Im sure W/we will cope for two weeks." He lets out a chuckle. "Two weeks of only touching you, using you, in moderation and secret." He lifts her fingers to His lips and kisses them.

Starting of again on T/their journey she points out local things till finally she pulls into her parents drive way. Looking up at the house as she undoes her seat belt she knows that the next two weeks will be very hard for T/them both. As T/they collect T/their things together she searches her pocket for the house key her parents had insisted she kept when she left. Finding it T/they head for the house, unlocking the door she waits for Him to enter before shutting the door behind T/them. 

He waits for her to show Him the way, He follows her into the living room and places His case down. He had decided that to save any embarrassment at customs etc that He would not bring over many toys but the ones He did pack were small discreet ones. 

The temptation to crawl to Him and kneel at His feet were going to be the two things she wanted to do the most at the moment but she knew her parents would be home at anytime. Standing next to Him she looked up and smiled at Him, she would still serve Him the way she always did at home but when people were about she would not crawl but walk and she was not to kneel at His feet but sit next to Him on the sofa.

He sits on the sofa as she heads for the kitchen to make Him a drink and a snack. Feeling strange to be in her parent's house even though it was her home for over twenty years she felt like an intruder. Taking in the drinks and snacks she places herself next to Him and lets out a soft sigh. He senses the reason why and lets out a chuckle.

"Soon My slut, very soon you will return to your place at My feet." He sees the disappointment in her eyes but both know it's for the best.

T/they spend the rest of that day with her parents, at bedtime He sits on the edge of the bed and watches as she kneels at His feet. He strokes a finger over her cheek and through her hair. 

"I have a challenge for you My slut, "He laughs as He sees the glint return to her eyes. " Beings as W/we cannot play like W/we do at home My challenge to you is if you can make My cock hard you will be allowed to either suck or fuck it as you desire till W/we both cum." 

"Oh Master thank You Master." she gasps licking her lips. 

Shuffling forward she dips her head and kisses His balls, letting her tongue flick over them before sucking each one in turn into her mouth. Releasing them she starts to lick her way up His semi hard cock, nibbling and licking her way up to the tip. Licking her way all over the tip before taking it into her mouth, closing it over the tip she starts to suck on it. Feeling His cock harden in her mouth as she starts to slowly slide her tight mouth down to the base of His cock.

He growls and moans as her mouth, lips and tongue tantalize His cock, her teeth grazing over His flesh as His cock tip hit's the back of her throat and He hears her gag slightly. Watching as her mouth moves over His thick hard cock, He slides a hand through her hair and pulls on it feeling her lips vibrate on His cock as she lets out a moan. 

Moving her mouth up and down faster over His cock, taking it deep into her throat each time. His pre-cum trickles into her throat as she sucks, grazing her teeth over His cock as her lips vibrate. Looking up at Him as she sucks, watching His facial expressions and smiles to herself.

" Please Master, please may Your slut have the honour of having Your cock inside her? " flicking her tongue over His cock tip.

" MMM yes My slut you may ride My cock." He shuffles back onto the middle of the bed.

Crawling onto the bed she kneels between His ankles, dipping her head she starts to nibble and lick her way up His left thigh up over His balls and down His right thigh to His knee. Shuffling up she licks her way up over His cock, up His stomach letting her breasts and nipples rub over His hard thick shaft.

Lifting her body she straddles His waist, reaching down between T/their bodies she positions His cock tip at the entrance to her wet pussy. Looking up at her Master she dips her head and starts to flick her tongue over His right nipple. Slowly she moves her hand over His thick hard shaft, letting her finger smack against her pussy lips as she starts to wank His cock.

He starts to moan with each stroke, He lifts His hips up wanting to thrust His cock in to the pussy He Owns. Feeling His hips push against her she allows His cock tip to slide inside her waiting wet pussy. Lifting up slightly she teases His cock tip, letting it slip in and out.

Without warning He grabs hold of her hips and pulls them down as He thrusts His hips upwards. He lets out a moan as she sucks on His nipple and He knows its to muffle her own moans. Circling His hips as He pushes His cock deep inside her, He grabs hold of her hair and pulls her head up so she looking at Him.

" Ready my slut?" He growls lowly.

" Please my Master please," she begs " please use the pussy You Own please Master please."

He pushes His hips back and forth, thrusting His cock slowly in and out of her. Building up the rhythm with each thrust, moving His hands firmly on her waist as she moves up and down on Him. His hips pushing up to meet her body, His cock thrusts deeper inside making her breasts bounce from side to side.

He moves His left hand up to her left breast, He starts to pull and twist her nipples as she moves faster on His cock. Tossing her head back she try's desperately not to moan out loudly, His cock filling her and her nipples hard. Moving faster up and down on His cock she watches His face, watches His expressions. Both T/their bodies rocking as T/their orgasms are ready to explode, His grip on her body tightens with each thrust. 

"Cum My slut, cum for your Master." He groans as He thrusts His hips up hard, knowing He's ready to cum Himself.

Bucking and moaning she pushes down hard, her pussy spasms as she cums on His cock.

" MMMMasssterrrr ohhhhh yessss yesssss." she cries out as she cums.

" Ooohhhhh slut ohhhhhh fuckkkk." He groans as He thrusts His cock deep inside her and cums.

Circling her hips and pussy over His cock she dips her head and kisses Him.

"Th thank You my Master." she gasps as she tries to catch her breathe. 

" My pleasure My slut," He smiles as He lifts her of His cock. " Now you know what you must do." 

Grinning at Him she dips her head and flicks her tongue over His cock, her lips vibrating over it as she tastes both T/their cum. Sucking on His cock tip as she cleans Him making sure to clean every drop of both T/their cum of His cock. 

Kissing the tip she moves up next to Him, she kisses Him and snuggles up for the night. Smiling to herself hoping she was not as noisy as she usually is, hoping her parents had not heard her.



Visit Home



It'd been six months since I'd seen my boyfriend and I was visiting for a short break from school. I sat outside, waiting to hear the familiar sound of his bike coming through the apartments. I grinned as I saw him though, and he revved the engine once, letting me know he'd seen me as well. I waited at the stairs as he parked it and I ran over, glad his bike was on the kick stand or else it might have fallen as I hugged him. He laughed, pushing me away momentarily as he got off the bike. Another embrace and a few years later we were up the stairs and inside the apartment.

Though I wasn't intending on it, what was supposed to be a quick kiss turned into much more. His hands were cupping my face, his thumbs rubbing circles just behind my ears. He knew exactly what he was doing, he knew exactly what he wanted, more accurately put. 

"I've missed you Kitten," 

My stomach does a little flip and I scowl playfully at him. He grins back at me and glances down my body. "I think you need out of that outfit..."

I raised an eyebrow, "really? I don't." He frowns, his hands dropping to the edge of my t-shirt.

"No," I said, taking a step back as I pushed his hands away, "I'm comfy!" I stuck my tongue out, but instantly regretted it. His entire demeanor changed, just as mine had when he called me Kitten. 

"Come here," he didn't move, expecting me to close the distance I'd put between us. I shook my head and crossed my arms with a grin. I knew I was irritating him.

He took a step forward and I yelped, trying to duck around him. He caught my arm, turning me around to face him as he pressed me back a few steps into the wall. 

"Lemme go!"

Before I could get anything else out, he kissed my neck. My legs nearly buckled, not used to feeling this in so long, though he had an arm around my waist, preventing me from falling. 

"Not... Not now," I gasped, seeing stars as he kissed me again. 

"Mmm," he pulled away just enough to speak, "I think now is perfect." He nipped at the skin just above my jugular and I moaned, losing it. I couldn't keep fighting him. My nails dug into the shirt he was wearing and likewise, his fingers tightened my waist.

He pressed forward, just enough that I could feel the bulge in his jeans against my waist line. He continued to kiss my neck, alternating between kisses and nipping. Rather than let him continue supporting me, I pushed him back just slightly to get his attention. He looked down at me and I frowned a little.

"What is it?" 

How could I put it without sounding desperate? My eyes trailed to his belt buckle and I unconsciously licked my lips. 

Without warning, he was pulling my shirt up and off of me. I scowled, "I wanted that on! It's cold," I pouted.

He doesn't respond, waiting for me to tell him why I stopped him. Instead of asking, as I usually did, I simply pushed him back a few more steps and got on my knees.

I unbuckled his belt, fighting with the button and zipper for a moment. As I did so, he pulled his shirt off and I stopped, looking up. I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed this view. 

I turned my focus back on tugging the jeans from his hips. I carefully pulled his cock out from inside them as the jeans feel around his ankles. He stepped out of them quickly and then waited. I'd paused, staring and mouth beginning to water at the thought of sucking him off again after so long. I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and the other resting at his hip. He let out a small, contented sigh before his fingers raked through my red hair, pulling it back from my face.

I licked my lips, silently grateful my pants were still on. At least we'd sparred needing to clean the carpet of my clear, sticky mess this time. 

Glancing up, I saw him smiling, one hand holding my hair back as the other gently stroked my face.

"Whenever you're ready, Kitten,"

Well, if my panties weren't already a mess, they probably would be now.

I slowly wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, hearing him sigh again. I licked it for a moment, relishing the feel of him inside my mouth again. I took a bit more in, letting two fingers drop from where I'd been holding the base of his cock at. He groaned, "Fuck... I've missed this." 

The throbbing, warm feeling between my legs grew, causing me to readjust my position as I tried to ignore it.

I bobbed my head a few times, not going any further than I had while I tried to get used to the feeling of my mouth hinged open again. His fingers tightened in my hair and an unsolicited moan escaped me. My face burned red as I drew my tongue up what amount of his cock I'd been sucking at. I pulled away for a second, taking in a breath as I used my hands to rub him.

"You aren't done," he murmured, to which I only could grin.

"Oh," I leaned back towards the head, licking it once, causing him to jerk ever so slightly, "I know I'm not," and I immediately returned to sucking, dropping my fingers again as I went deeper.

He groaned as I completely dropped my hand, placing it on his other hip, and took in as much as I could without warning. I needed to know what I could take, and a surprising deep throat seemed the best way to me. I gagged slightly and pulled back, but his grip tightened on my hair as he held me there, unwilling to let me stop. I shifted, looking up at him as I whimpered as well as I could. I'd need to change positions soon, the throbbing was only getting worse between my legs. 

"I want you to do that again, and I'm going to hold you there until you let me know you need to stop." He held my gaze, "okay?" The very thought of doing what he wanted made me want to writhe in pleasure. I enjoyed doing things he asked of me.

I gave a slight nod and took in a breath through my nose, my tongue teasing the underside of his hard cock.

It was slow, but he pressed me forward, all the time allowing me to adjust as needed. He hit the back of my throat and I began to gag a little.

"Relax, relax kitten... You've almost taken it all."

I took in a breath through my nose, closing my eyes, feeling him push me farther. My nose hit the area just above his cock and I opened my eyes, looking up. The expression of ecstasy on his face was indescribable.

I was able to hold it for a few seconds before I lightly tapped on his hip and his fingers loosened in my hair as I pulled back slowly.

"Fuck,"

I looked up again at him, watching him run a hand through his hair, "could you do that again?"

I nodded, "but can you lie down on the bed?"

He didn't question why, simply moved back and laid down.

I pulled off my shoes and socks, crawling up into the bed, straddling the leg that was to my left. He was stroking himself, the other hand behind his head. I pushed his hands away and he used it to hold my hair again, sitting up slightly. As I immediately bobbed my head halfway down, I jumped. His free hand was holding my left breast, fingers squeezing and pinching at the already hard nipple. I moaned and he chuckled, "do you like that?"

I fixed him with a half hearted glare. He knew I did.

"Take it all again," he commanded, causing me to squirm. As soon as I'd reached the base, his leg came up between my legs. 

"You're very warm..." 

I jerked away quickly, my face red, but he pressed higher. 

"Go ahead, I want you to cum."

I paused, looking at him before I licked from the base of his cock to the head and pulled away just long enough to say, "uh uh."

In response to my comment, he sat up fully, causing me to readjust my position. 

"No, don't stop," he said, sensing I might pick my head up. I complied, now sucking on his cock somewhat lazily. I didn't want him to cum too soon, I enjoyed the feeling of him in my mouth too much.

Given my position, I wasn't aware of what he was doing until I felt his hand slip under the waist line of my jeans, grabbing my ass. I wiggled it, trying to get his hands away.

"No, stop." 

I continued until he pressed forward enough to have a finger at the one spot his cock wasn't entering today.

"I said stop," he repeated, his voice firm. I did as asked, albeit reluctantly, and turned my attention back to swirling my tongue around as much of his cock as I could.

He hummed some unknown tune as he toyed with the waist band of my thong, tugging at the center band every now and again, eliciting a jump and squeal from me. 

"Go faster, Kitten," 

I clawed ever so lightly at his thigh as he called me that name again. Each time was like a little nudge at the throbbing between my legs. My panties were unquestionably soaked at this point, given they felt slightly cool but warm and sticky to me at the same time. One hand down the back side of my jeans, the other still assaulting my nipples, he knew just what buttons to push on me.

I began to lick and suck more fervently, feeling his cock twitch in my mouth. He was going to cum soon.

"Faster," he commanded and I did just that, squirming more as his hand began to slide down towards the front of my waist. I whimpered, slowing down just a little when he plucked at the belt buckle. 

He wasn't undoing it. 

Why?

His cock twitched more and I felt his grip on my ass tighten.

"Go, go, I'm gonna cum,"

I bobbed my head as fast as I could, licking it when I could.

His hand was suddenly at the back of my head, "Oh God, oh fuck..!"

He pressed me deep, his cock hitting the back off my throat and continuing back a little. I felt the hot spray of cum down my throat, swallowing and trying not to gag. For a few seconds, he'd pull out a little, pressing back all the way as he shook. His hand was knotted in my hair as he more or less face fucked me until he was spent. 

When he finally stopped, I pulled away quickly, gasping and coughing alternately. I felt his hand on my back, rubbing up and down.

"Are you ok?"

I nodded without an answer, still trying to catch my breath and coughing a little.

He waited until I'd stopped coughing to stand up at the end of the bed. I glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. 

"Come here," he pointed right in front of him, which I took as a sign to get to my knees there. I began to do just that but he stopped me.

"Just sit here, ok kitten?" 

I hesitated, but remained on the edge of the bed.

He cupped my face in both hands, kissing me gently as he leaned over and slowly had me on my back. Almost immediately my legs wrapped around his, my back arching unbidden. He pulled away and before he was completely straddling me, had my belt loose and the button of my jeans undone.

As soon as the zipper was down, he pulled them off quickly, along with my panties. A clear, sticky mess was all too obvious in both the grey thong and the insides of my thighs. He looked at me with a wicked grin as he slowly began to lean back over me. His lips were against my throat as I tilted my head back, shaking slightly. It had been so long since I'd felt his weight on top of me. His hand slipped behind my back and I raised myself up as he unhooked my bra, and the two straps, so all he had to do was pull it up. He tossed it aside, returning to my throat.

"Kitten?" He murmured, pressing a kiss against my skin.

I shuddered, "hmm?"

"You're soaked," he went farther down, just above my breasts, breathing hot air on them. I gasped at the feeling, again arching my back. I felt his cock graze between my legs but he chuckled, pulling away.

"Not yet. I want to play." 

I whined, "Please," he'd already reduced me to begging and he'd hardly done a thing to me.

He ignored me, his lips kissing and nipping at my right breast, all the while his hand was slipping farther and farther down my stomach. His licked at my nipple, causing me to yelp. Chuckling to himself, his lips wrapped around the hard nub as he began to suck and lick at it. 

"Please, please!" I cried. He knew playing with my breasts like this would take me right to the edge of cumming, but not quite enough to make it happen. 

He picked his head up, "Please what?" He licked my nipple again, waiting for a response.

"Fuck me, make me cum, please!" My hands knotted the sheets up under them as I made fists, gasping.

"Hmm... No."

I began to beg again but halted mid sentence as I felt his finger slowly trace the insides of my thighs. "Do you want this?" He asked, just barely touching my clit. 

I would have screamed if I knew the neighbors above wouldn't call management. Instead, I bit my lip, nodding my head fervently.

He moved to the end of the bed, grabbing my hips as he pulled me there as well. He blew a breath of cool air between my legs and I yelped, trying to move away.

His hand held me, however, and I stopped fighting him after a minute. He began to trace the inside of my thighs again, getting closer and closer to my pussy. He swiped right above my clit and I cried out, trying to get his fingers on it as I moved my hips. He chuckled, "not yet... You're dripping wet, Kitten.."

I felt his fingers part my lips, and press exactly where I wanted. I gasped as I felt two fingers slip inside. While it did hurt a little, I was too lost in how good it felt to even care.

"Is this what you wanted, Kitten?" He asked as he began to finger me. 

I shook my head, and he paused with a grin, though I could still feel his fingers inside me.

"Then what do you want? Be specific," 

I gritted my teeth. I hated it when he made me be specific.

"I want you," I tried.

"Hmm?" He began to finger me again, slipping in a third.

"I want you to fuck me," 

"Not good enough," he replied.

I gasped as he began to move faster. He was going to take me just to the edge if I didn't spell it out.

"I want your hard cock inside me, I want you to fuck me until I cum!" His fingers disappeared and he was on top of me in seconds, roughly getting me up farther on the bed so I wasn't hanging half off.

"Turn over, get on your knees," he commanded.

My stomach flipped. He knew this was the only position he could hit a very certain spot with. I'd see stars.

I did as told and felt him jerk me back before I felt the head of his cock at my pussy. He rubbed it tauntingly between my lips, hardly pressing it in. "Is this what you want, Kitten? My hard cock in you? Fucking you until you cum?" He pressed just the head in, his hand wrapped around it just below do I couldn't press back and get more.

"Yes, yes! Please!" I still pressed back despite knowing I'd get nowhere with it. Out of nowhere, he slammed his entire cock inside me. There was pain, but just as before, the pleasure of being filled overrode it. I cried out, "harder! Please, go harder!" 

He complied, slapping my ass a few times if I didn't press back enough. 

"You're so fucking tight," he grunted. 

A ripple of pleasure rolled through my body suddenly and I sagged forward on my arms, "oh God, right there, right there!" I moaned.

He kept the pace for a few seconds as tide after tide hit me. 

I felt his hand slip around me and between my legs.

"I want you to cum for me, Kitten," he said, still continuing to fuck me from behind as he rubbed my clit. I gasped, sitting up on my knees as he went deeper and stars began to dot my vision.

I couldn't get the words out. I wanted to tell him I was cumming, but my mouth hung open as I blinked hastily, not aware he'd collapsed on top of me until I tried to get a real breath in.

After a second, he rolled over, breathing heavily. 

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking at me as he gently rested a hand on my cheek. I could only give him a lazy smile, sighing in content. 

"Welcome home, Kitten."