11 comments/ 103411 views/ 8 favorites A Little More By: luckygirl18 This one is short and a continuation from Spankings and more. Please feel free to leave comments and feedback; it is always greatly appreciated. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (4 min/mp3) * * * * * A Little More Extra Credit It has been several weeks since Jasmine had come to me for extra credit and every time I see her in class I have to work hard to suppress my cock from getting hard. I have thought about her ass and that shove pussy of hers ever since that day. Even when I had sex with my wife, my mind was on Jasmine and not my wife. I begin class letting them know that I was going to want another report and have it by the middle of the following week. The class groans and soon after I begin receives looks from Jasmine. The looks continue throughout class and when it finally ends, she comes up to my desk after the rest of the class has left. "Mr. Thomas?" I look up into her green eyes and smile at her. 'Yes Jasmine," I say trying hard to keep the anticipation from my voice. "I am thinking of doing a paper like my last; give it another short at something harder," she says. I gulp hard and a part of me quickly fills with dread. I am honestly expecting her to say something different. "That is fine," I say keeping my voice steady. "Just work on the parts I marked where you have trouble at." She smiles and says, "Thank you Mr. Thomas." She turns around without another word and heads toward the door. I want to jump up and beg her to stop, but I restrain myself. What am I thinking? I am married with a couple kids of my own and here I am lusting over a young college woman. I shake my head and drop it down to look at the papers on my desk. Then suddenly Jasmine spins around and says, "Can I get some extra credit to help with the paper beforehand?" My head shoots up and I have to work hard to suppress the smile that wants to form on my face. "I think we can work on that," I say, grinning on the inside. "Oh good," she says smiling. "Can you come over tonight? My parents won't be home until Monday." I remained silent for several long moments thinking about what she just said. I'd have to come up with an excuse for my wife. "Mr. Thomas?" she asks from the doorway bringing me out of my thoughts. "Is that a yes?" "Yes," I say nodding. "I can be there." I finished up the remainder of my classes, called my wife and gave her an excuse and jumped into my car. As I start the engine, my heart stammers in anticipation. I begin to wonder just what Jasmine has planned. I pull into the empty drive of her house and head for the door. Jasmine opens it before I even have the chance to knock and throws her arms around my neck. "Mr. Thomas!" she shouts. "I've been waiting for you." I smile at her and say, "Same here." She lets go, dropping back to her feet and frowns, looking down a bit. "I'm sorry it's been so long. I've wanted that juicy cock of yours but I've been afraid to say anything." I put my hand under her chin and lift her head. "You just let me know when and where and I'll be there." "Awesome," she says smiling. "Come in." I follow her in, riding on her ass the entire way. She leads me into the living room and spins around to ask, "Would you like some iced tea?" "Love some," I reply. I take a seat on the couch and a moment later she comes in with two full glasses of ice cold tea. We silently drink the glass down and I place my empty glass next to hers before sliding closer to her. I place my arm around her shoulders and lightly kiss her lips before locking onto her accepting mouth. I embrace her harder as our kiss turns into a deep passionate kiss. I lick her lips before slipping my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues dance around each other. My hand slides down her back and I pull her toward me as I fall back into the couch. I pull her on top of me and my hands caress her ass as we kiss. Jasmine eventually breaks our kiss and she gets up and stands. She smiles and says, "I'll be right back." She leaves the room and a few minutes later she returns wearing a robe. I am already lying there naked and waiting for her. She comes over to stand in front of me and slowly peels off her robe. She exposes just the upper parts of her breasts, teasing me. Then she moves closer to me until her breasts are right in my face. She pulls down her robe a little more, exposing her breasts fully to me. I smile and my eyes dart down to her crotch. I really wanted to see that beautiful thing again. She opens her robe the rest of the way and lets it fall to the floor, standing fully naked in front of me. She stands there moving her fingers around her areolas with little circles, slowly moving toward her nipples. Her nipples grow hard even before her fingers touch them. When her fingers do touch them, she pushes at them before running circles around the end of them. Jasmine grabs my hands and places them on her breasts and I repeat the movements as her hand slips down to her pussy. She starts to rub on her clit and I can see her pussy open and close as. My hands instinctively take her nipples between my finger and thumb and I gently pinch them. She then slips a finger from her clit to in between her pussy lips. I can see the wetness glisten as her juices slowly seep onto her finger. I stop pinching her nipples and move back to wrap my hands over her breasts, squeezing them gently. I lean in and slip my tongue out and begin running circles back around those hardened buttons drawing out a moan from Jasmine. Her nipples grow harder and I can't help buck to suck her breast into my mouth. Her hands slip from her pussy to the back of my head fast. "Play with my pussy," she coos. I do as she commands, rubbing my hand through her slit before bringing up a finger to her clit. I start rubbing circles teasing her clit. Jasmine moans softly and I feel her pussy start to drip then her juices begin to flow freely. I let go of her breast and slide down between her legs taking her swollen clit between my lips, sucking on it. Soon I am dragging my tongue across her clit, moving slowly back and forth. "Ohh, Mr. Thomas," she moans. "Your tongue feels so fucking awesome." Her hands warp around my head once more and she pulls my face into her pussy as she bucks her hips toward my face. I slide my tongue down between her pussy lips, parting them with my tongue and eliciting another moan from the young woman. I lick wildly at her pussy and Jasmine bucks even harder. Then her orgasm comes over her fast and hard. Her pussy convulses as a squirt of pussy juices flies out. I dig my tongue deeper at her pussy as her juices splash into my face. I keep licking at her wet pussy until she pushes me away from the over sensitivity. "Mr. Thomas!" she exclaims. "You are amazing!" I smile a knowing smile at her and she leans down to kiss me. She runs her tongue over my lips and around my face, tasting her own juices. I reach behind her head and pull her closer to kiss her more deeply than before. My tongue dances wildly in her mouth and I pull her down onto the couch, settling between her parted legs. I grab my cock and slide it into her soaking wet pussy. Jasmine moans loudly as I slam my cock deep into her. I drive my cock in and out of her pussy fast and hard. I shove my cock deep as my body goes stiff. I feel my cock swell then throb as I shoot round after round of cum deeply into her pussy, filling it up. When my cock finally settles I instantly feel bad, not because I came so fast, but because I did so in her without thinking. Quickly I apologize. "I didn't mean to cum in you Jasmine." She simply smiles at me and says, "Don't worry about it Mr. Thomas." "But what if you get pregnant?" She holds her smile as she says, "Than I guess you'll be a daddy. Now are you going to fuck me or what Mr. Thomas?" She begins thrusting against me and quickly my cock springs back to life. I start rocking her back and forth slipping deeper with each thrust, feeling my cum coat my cock as it slides in and out of her tight pussy. "Oh yes!" she moans. She pushes against me even harder as I thrust into her. I pump my hips faster, driving my cock harder into the back of her pussy. "Ahhh, your fucking cock is so fucking deep!" she screams. I just continue to pump her harder and faster as another orgasm hits her. "Fuck, fuck!" she screams before kissing me hard. Her pussy sucks at my cock as it explodes with her juices. I pull out letting her juices splash my cock and balls. She kisses me madly for a few more seconds as her orgasm subsides. Then she slides out from beneath me and turns over to lean onto the arm of the couch and starts grinding her ass against my cock. She grins at me and says, "Fuck my ass." I grab my cock and place it against her asshole and push forward. She moans as my cock enters her ass and she starts to pump her ass on my cock before I can even push it further in. "I said fuck my ass Mr. Thomas," she cries as she moves back further onto me. My hands go to her hips as I start to take my cock in and out of her ass. I fuck her slow and gentle as she shoves her ass against me harder. "Fuck my ass hard Mr. Thomas!" she yells. So I start to pound my cock hard into her ass. She lowers her head to her arms as I bury my cock fully into her ass. I can feel her ass tighten around my cock squeezing it as I plowed her in and out. My balls slap into her pussy and she continues to rock back against me, meeting my deep strokes. I know from my first experience that she liked it in the ass, but I am surprised at this level. I reach down to her clit, digging my finger into it. "Ahhh, you're going to make me cum again!" she screams. As her orgasm hits I grab her hips as drive my cock deep into her ass and groan loudly. My cock throbs just before I pump her ass full of cum. My cock finally slips from her ass and she spins around to face me. She kisses me deeply and passionately. When she breaks the kiss she says, "You're going to have to find a reason to come over again and again." I look her in the eyes and smile. "I do believe you are going to need a tutor." A Little More Help? Acknowledgment: It would be delinquent not to express my appreciation to eluckenbach for altruistically contributing time and editorial expertise. There may be editors that are comparable, but there can be none better. * Dear Reader, As I mentioned in my previous letter, I had been told that the membership of this website were the foremost experts when it came to matters of human sexuality and this has been confirmed to me beyond any doubt. So many of you responded to my plea for "A Little Help?" that I would be remiss not to begin by thanking you. However, I received such a varied range of advice, including suggestions that I would wager no human could survive, that I fear I may have ineptly explained my situation. Therefore, I must ask you for your input once again. In order for you to provide your best advice, I believe you need to know that the events recounted in the last letter, was certainly not the only time that something similar has occurred. For instance, last Spring we had some vacation due. My wife Jo Ann told me that she booked us into the Flamingo Inn overlooking Daytona Beach. It certainly sounded like a wonderful relaxing time and I was looking forward to a week on the beach. We arrived late at night and it was mid morning of the next day when we grabbed a blanket and some towels before heading to the sand and surf. The place was teaming with twenty year olds and I soon realized that it was Spring Break. It was obvious to both of us that Jo Ann was being blatantly examined from head to toe by the Spring Breakers as we walked past them. At first I experienced a bit of pride in being married to such a "head turner." Then I realized that they were eye screwing every female. Luckily, we found a choice spot on the crowded beach and spread the blanket before walking down to the edge of the Atlantic. It was a perfect day, a sea breeze around five knots, temperatures in the low eighties, seas under three feet, and just an occasionally puffy white cloud. We walked along the waters edge letting the ocean's breaking surf periodically wash over our ankles. Jo Ann is always such good company, that time flew as we walked and talked. When we got back to our blanket I laid on my stomach and wiggled until the sand perfectly fit my body. Soon the warmth of the sun and the sound of the surf made me drowsy. Although Jo Ann was sitting on the blanket next to me, her voice seemed far away as I heard her say that she was going to walk back down to the water. Evidently I fell asleep, because she gently awakened me with her hand on my shoulder to let me know that she was going up to the room to use the bathroom. I waited a long time for her to return. I began to worry that I was getting too much sun so I went back to the room myself. I was somewhat surprised that she was not there. It seemed like half the sand on the beach was stuck to the sunscreen that I had applied to protect my skin before venturing out that morning. I showered and dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. I picked up the television remote control and settled in to one of two chairs that were beside a small round table. I smiled as I thought that these tables are so pervasive that they must be a building code requirement for hotel rooms. I was suffering from March Madness, so I tuned the television to the basketball tournament, which of course is the only cure and waited for Jo Ann to return. I was looking at the television, but not seeing it. My mind kept wandering. You see, I was like every other male in Daytona. It seemed that all the prime pussy in America had gathered within a few square miles. Pounds and pounds of pulchritude. More like tons and tons of it! The place was absolutely crawling with "creamies" who were dressed in swimsuit tops that barely covered their nipples and swimsuit bottoms that were nothing more than anal floss. Well you get the idea. It was enough to even get your tongue hard. I began to wonder what was keeping Jo Ann and a picture of her flashed into my mind. I smiled as I thought that she was more than a match for any of the other females. Not that she was dressed in a t-back. She was wearing a skimpy black two piece, but in some ways it it was even more appealing. It left just enough to the imagination. If you will permit me to apply to sex, what Yogi Berra said about baseball. "Sex is ninety percent mental and the other half is physical." He has a rare knack for expressing himself, but I totally agree with his sentiments. For me sex is mostly in the mind and somehow does not seem limited by the one hundred percent barrier. It crashes through it and careens well beyond. I think of the mental component as the "mind fuck." Feeling a breast should be no more enjoyable than feeling lots of other shapes or textures. But nothing else is comparable. Forget touch, what if only a sense that is a distance detector is involved. For instance, suppose a woman lifts her skirt and pulls her panties aside exposing the Promised Land to you. Is such an act simply processed in the visual cortex? Of course not. Messages speed through neural pathways to glands that commence secreting hormones. Now add a chemical detector, the nose. You smell things: perhaps perfume or even far more intimate smells. The olfactory lobes become stimulated by pheromones and other stimuli. Add another chemical detector, taste. Suppose she lets you sample her with your tongue. Her mouth, her nipples, and her most intimate places. Now pile on the auditory component. Your ears hear sounds of breathing, maybe even panting, and squishing noises. To me it seems that these sensations involve every neuron in the brain, even the Brain Stem becomes affected and the spinal chord becomes a river of sensory flow. Soon it feels like every neuron in my body is releasing neurotransmitters that quickly diffuse across the synaptic gaps and stimulate other neurons to fire wildly. They reach a crescendo at climax and I enter an altered state of consciousness until the convulsive spasms subside. At least that is what it feels like to me. It may not be the same for you, but I most sincerely hope that it is. As I sat in that hotel room overlooking the Atlantic, the thought occurred to me that human sexuality is analogous to an ocean. For instance, you can choose to only watch. You can dive in and swim. You can go fishing without ever being completely certain of what you might reel in. It is an immense ocean that is large enough to float anybody's boat--even some that I find very strange. Once while Jo Ann was dressed in a short denim skirt. I happened to be walking past a couple of guys who were beyond the range of her hearing. I heard one of them say that he would eat a turd a foot long just to bite it off next to her pussy. I assumed at the time that his comment was hyperbole. But then again, it is a large ocean. I have never been able to quantify it, but some women seem somehow more shapely than others. As the old saying goes, "they have curves in places that other women don't even have places." Jo Ann is clearly in this category. She competed in cross-country until she graduated from college. No doubt this is responsible for her athletic appearance and those curvy muscular legs that give me the shakes when she dresses for me in a garter belt and stockings or in thigh highs. I suppose it should be no surprise that her breasts draw frequent attention given the number of breast men inhabiting Earth. I remember one particular occasion when she was playing the slots at Harrah's Casino in Reno. An elderly gentleman, who must have been a poker player, stopped as he was walking past her and drawled, "Honey, you got a pair that'll beat a full house." He courteously touched the brim of his ten gallon hat in a little salute, and continued on his way. When she told me about it she mentioned that the comment had instantaneously affected her. She said that had he looked back, he would have seen gnomes. I cannot remember who first told me about the gnomes, but I will never forget the peculiar look Jo Ann gave me when I told her that I was afraid she had gnomes in her bra. Or, how hard she laughed when I explained that gnomes were little guys that hid in women's bras and stuck their noses out when it got cold. She has a beautiful face. And while I suppose that there is no such thing as a bad blowjob, some are certainly better than others. A beautiful face goes a long way toward that end and I surmise it is a primary reason that society places so much value on beauty. The same is probably true of a terrific body. How else can one explain phenomena such as trophy wives? I especially like Jo Ann's eyes--big bedroom eyes. Moreover she is fully aware that she can give these looks that seem to express complete vulnerability. With about half of my penis in her mouth she frequently watches my face until my eyes happen to meet her eyes and then she goes to work on me with facial expressions. She gives me looks that are erotic almost beyond description. She seems to be saying, "Look at me. I'm completely cock crazy. Do me!" She is an absolute master of the mind fuck and I am an aficionado. As far as I am concerned you can throw beauty right out of the window if a woman is intelligent and has a pleasing personality. For me, what matters in the final analysis is always the mind fuck. Especially when colored by love. But please forgive my soliloquy. It was late afternoon and they had begun televising the second game before Jo Ann appeared. She smelled like the brewery at Busch Gardens and she was still dressed in her swimsuit and wrap. Let me tell you a little bit about this wrap. It is a rectangular piece of rayon that is five feet long and three and a half feet wide. The color is a uniquely eye pleasing shade of dark blue with subtle black accents that are slightly suggestive of a paisley pattern. It has a two inch fringe at each end. I have no doubt that it was designed to be a modesty cover for skimpy swim wear. However, Jo Ann does what seems like magic with this wrap and it completely fails its intended purpose. For instance, she often wears it tied at her waist with the knot just below her navel, yet slightly above her swimsuit bottoms. In front it gapes open and provides only the slightest attempt at concealment. From behind her it looks like a calf length skirt, but it so dramatically enhances the shape of her hips and the narrowness of her waist that invariably you are convinced that you are being blessed with a vision of the perfect female physique. Once, a would be philosopher regaled her when he saw her dressed this way and commented, "Maybe there is a God." Sometimes she drapes the wrap completely around herself and ties it above her cleavage. When she wears it like this it covers her from her chest to her knees. However, when she walks or moves about, you get tantalizing glimpses of her body covered only by a swimsuit that actually conceals less of her than would a bra and panties. That is the way she was wearing it now. She put her index finger and thumb under the elastic of her swimsuit and pulled out a plastic sandwich bag that contained several "home rolled" smokes. I asked her where she got those as she opened the bag, selected one, and proceeded to light it with a Bic lighter that she had apparently been carrying in her other hand. She inhaled deeply and held her breath as she passed it to me. She finally exhaled and explained that some people at a party had given them to her along with the lighter. "What party?" I asked. She explained that after using the bathroom she was on her way back to the beach. While walking down the hallway she glanced into a wide open door to one of the rooms and someone called out for her to join the party. She had gone several steps past the door before she could react, but after a short inner debate she decided to accept the invitation. She backtracked those few steps and entered the room. It was full of Spring Breakers. Each of them had a Budweiser in one hand as though it were part of a uniform. Apparently drinking a beer was mandatory if you wanted to belong. She remarked that someone immediately stuck a beer in her hand too, and with this action she felt ceremoniously accepted into the group. It was a raucous bunch. She laughed almost without interruption at their antics and hilarious conversation. Every time she finished a beer someone handed her another. Eventually, one of them told her that they were going a couple floors down to sneak a quick smoke in their room. They asked her if she wanted to go along. It sounded like a terrific idea to her and she accompanied them. She said that they were the ones who had actually given her the smokes and the lighter. Then she began to walk toward the door as she told me to enjoy watching the game and that she was going back to the party. I asked her for the room number of the party. She claimed that she did not actually know the number. She, just knew the way. I was still seated in the chair beside the table while listening to her. I told her to come over beside me for a minute. When she was within reach I untied the knot that was holding her wrap. I unwound it from her body and put it in a clump on the table. She stood motionless beside me until I took hold of her wrists and guided her between my knees as I continued sitting in the chair. I let go of her wrists and she stayed standing there facing me. Her swimsuit was made of some sort of black shiny cloth that covered her, but paradoxically revealed everything. The air conditioning had stiffened her nipples and the material of her top clung so tightly to them that I could make out their exact size and shape. I looked down at the slight bulge caused by her Mons Veneris and I had this sudden urge to lean forward and put my mouth on it. That is when I noticed that she was soaked all of the way through the lining of her suit and the outer material. I thought I saw red marks on her body, but she had spent quite a bit of time in the sun and I could not be certain. I pushed her top up exposing her breasts. The stark contrast of her white breasts with her sunburn reddened skin was striking. Another thing that was striking was that her nipples were red and swollen. There were several abrasions that I felt certain were caused by facial hair stubble. Obviously, she had let somebody play with her breasts. In fact, judging from the apparent mauling that they had been subjected to, it was most probably more than one person. I looked up at her face and we maintained eye contact as she continued to stand between my knees. I lowered the bottoms of her swimsuit to mid thigh. When I looked down I immediately noticed semen in the crotch of her swimsuit. I could even smell it. I spread her Labia Majora with my thumbs and saw pretty much what I expected. Her clitoral hood was swollen and her Labia Minora were red and open as they hung down at least a half-inch. I continued to spread her as I remarked, "Must have been some party." "OK, OK let me explain," she said. "I was having such a good time hanging with these college kids. I felt like I was still in college and on Spring Break myself. I drank quite a bit of beer, and I was pretty drunk before we went down to smoke. We were in the elevator when I realized that it was going to be just four guys and me. But they are really nice guys and we were having a terrific time. Also, I had my wrap knotted under my armpit so I was pretty well covered. They had a cooler of Budweiser in the room and we each began to sip a beer as we lit up one of a handful of pre-rolled smokes. My bladder was full because of all the beer. I went to the bathroom and I retied the wrap like I usually wear it, with the knot in the middle of my chest. I cannot remember their names, but one of them noticed the difference and asked me how many ways I could wear that thing? I told him lots. He seemed interested so I retied it several ways as they all watched. One of them cleared some luggage off of the low counter that provides such convenient access to a suitcase and suggested that they could see better if I stood up there." She stopped talking at this point because she noticed a tent in the front of my shorts. She had been standing between my legs, but now she knelt between them without ever taking her eyes off my crotch. Her top was still pushed up above her breasts and the bottoms remained rolled down at mid thigh. She unzipped my shorts and wrestled with my underpants until she was able to free the tent pole, so to speak, and the tent instantly collapsed. She slipped her left hand under my testicles and cupped her hand holding them gently. With her right hand she clasped my penis at the base of the shaft so that her hand rested lightly on my pelvic bone. Without fail, once she has my erect penis in her grasp, she gets a half smile on her face. Then she gives my erection this loving look that has become so familiar to me. She always studies it for awhile in complete fascination before seeming to summon enough willpower to force herself to release her gaze and almost reluctantly glance up at my face. Often she smiles at me as she gives the shaft a little squeeze. Then she appears to give in to overpowering internal urges and her eyes drop down to focus on my erection again. She studies it some more grinning whenever it throbs or twitches. Sometimes I wonder who she loves more, me or my penis. Finally, she took up the story where she left off, "A couple of the guys held my hands and helped me step up on the counter and I showed them some more ways that the wrap can be worn. Without realizing it I effectively put on a little show for them. I tied it in different ways and modeled it for them until I suddenly noticed that all four of them had erections that were straining against their swimsuits. At this point my wrap was tied around my waist and one of the guys said that he wanted to see it without my top. Another one agreed saying, "Yeah, take your top off." Well I was pretty stoned and being in a hotel room with all of those college guys and their over abundance of hormones was too much for me, so I reached behind my back and unhooked it. I felt my tits bounce several times as I tossed it to them. The guys instinctively jumped up and scrambled to catch it. Then they came over to where I was still standing on the counter. The movement of my tits swinging freely had caused my nipples to get so hard that they felt like someone was lightly pinching them. They all began feeling my tits. One of them untied the wrap and draped it over his shoulder. Another pulled my swimsuit bottoms down and I reflexively stepped out of them. They felt my tits and stuck their fingers in my pussy while I continued to stand on the counter. They got me so horny that I was shaking and in danger of falling. They realized this and two of them helped me down. My knees were so shaky they literally tapped against each other a couple of times. I was afraid to take a step so I knelt down on the floor where I was and began pulling down the nearest guys swimming trunks. His hard cock almost hit me in the face as it popped out of his swimsuit. It was right at eye level and the head was already turning purple. The sight of it so affected me that I slid all of it in my mouth. It was deep in my throat and my lips were pressed against his pubic bone. Two of the other guys went over and sat in the chairs while the third got comfortable on one of the beds. I realized that I was still putting on a show for them and I had one of the most intense orgasms that I have ever experienced. It convulsed my whole body time after time. It racked me until I began to fear that it was never going to stop. I was incapable of keeping his cock in my mouth. I just held onto it with one hand for support as I bent forward with my face mashed against his leg and his balls resting against my temple. When the orgasm finally subsided I lifted up enough to put his cock back in my mouth and I immediately orgasmed again-spasm after spasm. It was so intense and prolonged that I needed a few minutes to recover when it subsided. A Little More Help? It was clear to me that we were all in for quite a session. To make it a little easier on myself I lay on my back on the bed with my pussy available at the end of the bed and my face next to one side of the bed. This way one of them could hook my legs over his shoulders and fuck my pussy while standing at the end of the bed and another could face fuck me while standing at the side of the bed. I wish I could tell you more about it, but I was so loaded that everything is pretty much a blur. They took turns shooting a load in my pussy or in my mouth while I had countless wrenching orgasms myself. After none of them could get it up anymore and I was, I guess the best way to say it is, used up. We sat around in the nude and drank more beer and smoked. A couple of them showed some signs of rejuvenation, but I was just too sore and exhausted so I begged off. I asked them if I could have a little smoke to take with me and they gave me what they already had rolled, which were plenty. They even gave me their lighter." She looked me in the eyes and leaned forward engulfing my penis into her mouth. She seemed to make out with it while periodically glancing at my face. I was close to an orgasm when my eyes inadvertently met hers. She gave me a look that I had not seen her give before. It was wanton almost beyond belief. She sensed that my orgasm was imminent. She sat back on her heels, gripped my penis in her hand, and jacked it almost violently. She pointed it straight in the air and watched it spurt. She oohed and aahed each time it spurted as though she were watching fireworks. Then she cleaned the semen that remained on my penis with her tongue and mouth. We showered together and washed each other. I told her that there was no way that she was going back to the party. I told her I was ordering room service and she dare not leave the room. One of the odd things about our relationship is that she is insanely jealous of me. We have had discussions about what is "Good for the goose, is good for the gander." She will not hear of it. So at this point I threatened her. I told her that if she left our room I was going to have one of the numerous t-shirt shops make a t-shirt that said HELP STAMP OUT VIRGINITY. Then I was going to walk the beach wearing only that t-shirt and a pair of sunglasses on my erect penis while I told it, "Look around big boy and see if you missed anyone." She playfully punched my shoulder and said, "You better not." We spent a most wonderful evening reveling in each other's company. There was one more occurrence that I should probably bring to your attention. I asked her if she knew that it was spring break when she made the hotel reservations? She sat frozen for a few seconds as I watched blood rush to her face. Blushing as red as a traffic stop light she answered, "I had a real hard time getting reservations." I read somewhere that males reach their sexual prime at age twenty, plus or minus a couple of years, while females peak about ten years later around age thirty. Jo Ann was twenty-nine. She was in a sea of twenty year olds. I realized that we were in for quite a vacation. Perhaps it might help you in providing feedback, if you understand something of my motivation. I am not at all threatened by her behavior. I have an abundance of self-confidence. My acceptance is spawned by the urge to provide her with the best life possible. To satiate every appetite that is not physically dangerous: To pamper her. To make her feel treasured; And to give her unconditional love. I certainly hope that this letter to you provides a better understanding and I eagerly await your expert assessment. Thanks in advance for your kind attention to my request for a little more help. Cordially, i812 A Little More Than Homework Help NOTE: ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE. ---- There was only one thing my Math teacher had going for him, I thought, and that was his fantastic ass. That butt kept me going through Algebra; every time he bent over I seemed to find new energy, all over. Of course I never expected anything to happen, I knew teacher/student relationships were wrong, he could lose his job. He was around 45, married, with a few grown up children I assumed. A shortish man, but quite slim. Dark hair, dark eyes, pretty cute for a 45 year old man I guess, but nothing special. I was pretty normal too. An average body, shaggy brown hair, just finishing my last year of high school. It was a pretty warm afternoon in May, I had Algebra last thing and it was pretty boring, aside from my teacher. I thought I had imagined it, as I probably had several times before, but I thought I caught his eye. He seemed to smile, but turned away straight away. I blushed a little, but put my head down and carried on with my work. A few minutes later, I heard him talking to the girl in front of me. I looked up, his butt was right in my view. He had a perfect ass. Beautiful round cheeks that I just wanted to squeeze. I would give anything to have thrusted my dick up that butt at that moment, it was so hard and I was so turned on. I eventually calmed myself down, I wasn't going to walk out of that class with a full blown erection. As he let the class out, he casually called me back to discuss some work, or so he said. He was sitting on the edge of his desk as I walked over, and I noticed him undo the top button of his shirt, he was relaxing. I smiled at him. "Yes, Sir?" I said, pretty innocently. I had perfect grades, there was no real reason to keep me back. "Oh it's nothing, I've just noticed that you've been pretty distracted in class lately. I don't want those grades to slip, that would be upsetting." He said, his voice seemingly earnest. I smiled. "It's nothing, I guess. It's probably just general distractions, you know." I looked at him, his eyes were so dark, so entrancing. "Oh yeah, I know how it is. I was your age once. it's girls, girls, girls." He laughed, and stared back at me. We were looking into each other's eyes. "Not really, I mean... Not girls..." My cheeks were positively red now. He smiled at me. I put my hand out onto his desk, I'm not sure why, I just felt like leaning or something. But this triggered everything. I didn't realize that I was placing my hand directly on his. His cheeks turned pink, yet he didn't pull his hand away. He stared into my eyes. I felt something stir in my pants. I forget whether it was him or me, or both of us, but we somehow ended up passionately kissing for about one minute. His tongue explored my mouth, and his hands held me tight, pulling me closer. I put my hands straight on his butt. I had no idea kissing him would feel this good... "I.. we..." He pulled away, staring at me, at my lips, "I want you..." I gently bit my lower lip. "Good. You're having me." I kissed him again, but he pushed me back. "Let me get the key. If we're caught... oh god..." He grabbed his jacket and pulled out the key. He rushed over to lock the door. "You don't know how long I've wanted you. I always thought you were straight. Your ass... it's so... so good." I said, watching it move as he walked. "I thought I was straight too, or at least only bi curious. But you... I think you're amazing." I smiled at him. "Come into my office section, we can lock this door too and pull down all the blinds." A few minutes later, he had made sure the room was secure and we were kissing again. He brushed files and folders off of his desk and we lay down. I ripped open his shirt and stroked his chest. It was surprisingly hairy, and I liked it. I found his nipples and tweaked them, but I quickly felt my way back to his butt. It was so good. "I want you," I heard him mutter, and he pulled out his tongue from my mouth, and began kissing his way down my neck. He pulled off my shirt and kissed me right the way down to my crotch. He moaned as he ripped off my pants and my boxers. My 7" dick stood upright. He looked up at me and grinned, then took the head of my cock in his mouth. I moaned as he sucked me off. it was so good. He worked the head with his tongue, and proceeded to work my dick for about 5 minutes. I was so close to climax, but I couldn't, not yet. I pulled him off my dick and we kissed some more. I unzipped his pants and pulled them off, as well as his underwear. We were both pretty much naked by now, except that he still had his unbuttoned shirt on. He was straddling my dick now, i was so turned on. I wanted to fuck him. "Eat my ass, please, eat it.." He moaned and turned around, throwing his rear end high in the air, spreading his glorious cheeks. His tight bud was mine as I dived straight in. I teased with my tongue, kissing and slurping. The musky smell just made me more hungry, it tasted so sexual. I eased in a finger, gently probing deeper until one of my fingers was inside him. He moaned. "Your dick, I want it. Now, baby, I love you." That did it for me, and I climbed onto my knees, gently easing my cock forward into his butt. I was hoping the spit that I'd applied to his hole would be enough lube, it was pretty wet now. I couldn't really believe this, I was taking my Math teacher's anal virginity. "I love you too, I love your butt. Relax now, it might hurt a little." I pushed in, my dick was inside him. He moaned. "It's good, harder baby." And I drove in harder. I thrusted my dick right up his anal passage. It was so warm, and it felt so good. I went faster and faster. I loved it. he was groaning so loud. He wanted it. He wanted my dick in his ass. He made me slow down, and we changed position. He was now sat with my dick in his ass, facing me. He kissed as we fucked. I squeezed his butt cheeks in my hands as He rode me, and eventually I came inside him. I pulled out and we just lay next to each other. Panting. "I don't think there's any worry about your grades slipping anymore, I think the distraction's not going to be any problem." He laughed, and we kissed again. *************** COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED. THIS WAS MY FIRST TRY. I'M OPEN TO SUGGESTIONS, I ENJOY OLDER/YOUNGER STORIES BEST. A Little More Than Massage As our marriage became more intimate and trusting, we began to share more about our sexual past and fantasies. We both really love our sexual life in marriage and having been in two dysfunctional marriages; I can't believe how unbelievable our romance and sex has been. I feel so open and trusting to share with her about previous sexual experiences. My only fetish has been panties and it was started because my first wife, Janet loved me wearing them. I had finally admitted to Angie. I love wearing them because they feel great on me. Angie has shared with me about her ex. being huge in penis size and I did have reservations at first about hearing that because I'm small in that department but I have come to accept what I was born with and hopefully use it well. I guess like all marriages we probably hold back some fantasies simply because we are afraid of what our partner might think. I have always imagined my wife receiving a massage and wondering if it aroused her more than she may let on. I have been aroused once during a massage and I was nervous but the girl simply covered it back up with the sheet and smiled. We both have admitted to loving massages, so for her birthday I decided to call a massage therapist in Milan for an appointment for my sexy wife. Her name is Mandy and her husband also does massages part-time. They are a very nice couple and have great personalities. I have also heard they aren't as stoic as some therapists and massage a little more of the human body. I talked with Mandy and made an appointment for Friday around 5 pm. She said that would give us plenty of time. She also asked did we want a couples massage and I replied maybe later but this was to be my wife's special occasion and massage. I gave Angie some flowers and a card telling her my love for her and a long promised massage by Mandy in Milan. We made love for hours that night. I wanted to mention to her that I had heard Mandy's massages for women could become quiet erotic but I wasn't sure how Angie would act. We spent the afternoon in Milan and had a great meal and headed for the home of Mandy and Eric. They had converted the addition on their home for their business and lived in a beautiful area just outside of Milan. Angie filled the required medical form and talked with Mandy about massage. Mandy mentioned Eric was busy in the next room for at least half an hour, so she and Angie would be using this room. I watched them as she led Angie in and told me it would take about an hour. I replied, I would go out back on their swing and read. I loved looking at their landscaping and sat in the swing and read a book I had brought for about 45 minutes. I came back into their office and Eric was saying bye to his client and we started talking about our love for Milan football. He said the girls should be finished in a few. The door soon opened and Mandy stuck her head out and asked if we wanted a couple massage. She said Angie had mentioned it as something I had always wanted for the two of us and since her and Eric had closed for the day they could work it in. Angie was still lying on the table as I walked in to ask her if it was what she really wanted and she smiled and said, "Yes.....please." I couldn't help but notice the huge wet spot on the center of Mandy's shorts and my imagination was running wild but I was so nervous. Angie reached her hand out and smiled and said, "Lets this once have what you have always wanted, they will put the other table in here beside this one and we can both get massages." I could only smile back and reply with a yes. Eric and I moved the other table into the room and placed it about 3 feet apart. They agreed to step out while I got undressed and put the sheet over me. I lay on my stomach and smiled nervously at Angie. She said she was nervous also and had received one fantastic massage from Mandy. She said she would tell me all about it later. Eric and Mandy returned shortly and Mandy began with the usual massage to my back as Eric did the same for Angie. Soon I noticed Eric beginning to massage my sexy wife's thighs. His huge hands began with short strokes to each thigh and then long strokes starting at the ankles and working their way up, each time farther and farther. I soon heard Angie let out a moan and her legs spread a little more open allowing him to reach places not before massaged. My wife's and my eyes met and she was embarrassed and I smiled and said, "Just enjoy." I was a little nervous also because Mandy's hands were coming quiet close to my area of arousal also but I was so involved at watching my wife receive pleasure I was forgetting about my own massage. Angie's eyes soon closed and I knew from experience, Eric was hitting her pleasure areas. Her arms lay stretched out and down beside her and I watched her hands open and close as Eric hands had began to reach her wet area. Eric moved positions to beside her to let him reach farther down her thighs and her butt. I always admired my wife's cute butt and I knew Eric had also. As he massaged the cheeks of her cute ass, I noticed her hands resting against his crotch. As he reached over to let his hands trail down her thighs; her hand soon rubbed against the fabric of his shorts. Her eyes remained closed as the slightly rubbing became a touching and soon probing of his bulge. I was worried if Mandy had noticed and what she might think but her hands were also probing my sensitive area. Mandy whispered to me, "I know you are busy watching them and I think they are really getting into it." I tried to act as if I had not noticed but then I felt Mandy's hand slip under my thighs and grab my erection. She looked down at me a giggled, "it's ok" By now Angie, with eyes shut tight had her hips up in the air and Eric's long fingers had slipped into her wetness. She was moaning out loud and working to reach one hand into Eric's shorts. Mandy quickly reached over and tugged his shorts down. Eric stepped out of them and I embarrassingly gasped out loud. He was huge and his erection was growing. He was over twice my size. Angie reached out to grasp his tool as Eric slipped two fingers in her. Her eyes opened and she almost cried when she saw me watching her. She said she was sorry and should stop right now. I reached over and held her outstretched hand and said. This massage is for you. This is a one time deal. Close your eyes again and let go and enjoy. Hesitantly she returned to the pleasure she was receiving and began to get lost in the excitement she was receiving. Mandy smiled at me and said she didn't want me left out and rubbed my cock under the sheets but I was mesmerized at watching my wife in total orgasm. I smiled as Mandy rubbed my precum over the tip of my tool. I looked at her and said, "I am sorry about mine being small and thin." She giggled and said, "It looks ok to me." She finally told me to sit up and just watch, "you're not the only guy that enjoys watching their wife with another man" I covered myself with the sheet and watched as Eric began to slide Angie father down toward the edge of the table. Mandy had slipped her shorts and panties off and was also starting to massage Angie. Mandy looked back at me and asked, "How far do we need to go with this?" I stammered, "as far as the three of you want." Eric stepped back and rubbed his huge erection over my wife's swollen pussy as Mandy slipped lower and lower until her tongue has licking and teasing the swollen lips of my wife's most sensitive area. Angie was loosing total control and she flicked her tongue over the taunt clit. Angie's wetness was spreading over a large area and her moans were becoming gasps. I moved to the end of my table where I watched as Mandy raked her teeth over Angie's clit while inserting a finger into her soaked wet pussy. Mandy motioned Eric to move closer, his huge cock centered on my sexy wife's soaked vagina. Mandy looked at me and asked, "One more time, I have to ask......how far we can go...I think you know what's next......" I had stood up to get a closer view and ask Angie but she was lost in orgasm after orgasm. I couldn't help but notice the sheet had fallen off me and I was nude. It was obvious to all, the huge difference in our male sizes as we stood almost side my side. My embarrassment soon left as I watched Eric move the head of his huge tool just inches from Angie's swollen opening. I smiled and said, "Yes this once and I have to admit I would enjoy watching Eric work his magic on my sexy wife." Eric moved closer and Mandy began to massage Angie's clit as his huge head slowly began to push inward. He was patient and gentle, slipping it in a little and moving from side to side. He would pull back and work into her tight pussy an inch at a time. Angie was beginning to explode again with orgasms. I heard her scream out now and Eric pushed with all his might and the entire cock disappeared into my sexy wife. Angie screamed and she screamed again as her hot fluid squirted out around his cock. "Fuck me..........I said fuck me!" Angie cried out as she grabbed his hips and pulled them closer and closer. I had begun to pull on my cock as I was absorbed in watching the two of them. Mandy had sit down beside me on the other table and we both watched.......I noticed Mandy beginning to finger herself when my wife was in her orgasmic throes. As Eric finally began to moan with his orgasm, my wife screamed again and hot fluid spurted along side of his and began dripping to the floor. I watched as Mandy reached slowly between her own legs and squeezed her clit and gasped with her orgasm. We all looked at each other with some embarrassment and Mandy quickly broke the silence and said, Its Eric and my turn to watch you two in action....Angie told me you were great in bed......let's go to our bedroom and let us watch you two play." I lay down on the bed and Angie smiled as she climbed on top of me and said. I want you so bad; she slid up and down my wet cock. Her juices were mixed with Eric's and the slippery concoction had her squirting me with her hot fluid quickly after mounting me. Eric and Mandy smiled and held each other close as my sexy wife and I were both in the heat of lust. I had to smile with envy as I took each nipple of her beautiful breasts in my mouth and notice Eric admiring her swollen nipples. Angie soon leaned back and slid up the length of my cock and as the head of my cock rubbed against the tip of her clit and she soaked me again in her hot juices. My cock slid out as Angie slid off me and I reached out and grabbed my swollen member. It only took three strokes and I was soon spurting high in the air loads of cream colored sperm. Angie smiled at me and lay across my chest and we kissed. We all said our goodbyes and promised this was only a one time event and we would use the memories but stay friends without anymore sexual adventures. A Little Morning Seduction & Loving The shower was so warm and inviting on my over sensitized skin, I allowed the spray to wash over me, invigorating and making me feel so alive. I could feel the excitement in my body build as I used my sponge to lather the delicious scented soap over all my curves. My hands massaged my breasts and felt my nipples tingle from my touch as the water cascading over them. I felt so erotic and allowed the water to hit that certain spot on my clit that almost caused an instant orgasm. I gasped as the pressure almost consumed me and I stood there lost in my sexuality as it caressed me like a man's finger tips. Oh I enjoyed the sensation and wanted to allow it to carry me away at that exact moment and time. I had other plans and I could feel the smile light up my face as I held it up to be rinsed by the warm spray. I pivoted slowly to ensure the soap was off my skin and then turned the cold water on to take away that heat that enveloped my whole body and deep down inside my wet honey pot. It definitely succeeded as my only thought was to turn the cold water off and get out to dry off as I was almost shivering uncontrollably. I stepped out of the cubicle and saw my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My nipples were so very hard and looked almost like dark brown pebbles in their rigidity. My face held that sensuality that never ceased to amaze me. I had a look of a woman that was about to venture off into a world of passionate intrigue, with hidden mysterious and amazing intense erotic delight. The towel felt soft on my cool skin and I dried off quickly and massaged that exotic coconut floral vanilla cream into my skin. I inhale the scent and it takes me to a faraway place where the flowers grow in abundance and the air permeates with the rich lush aroma of all that is exotic and beautiful. My skin glows with good health and it's softness will be appealing to the man that lies sleeping in the other room. I am feeling so naughty and sexy right now. My mind full of sensual thought and I cannot imagine the pleasure that he would sustain by just knowing what I am thinking right now at this exact moment. The one thing he adored about me other than my face and body was my very sensual imagination. I knew he liked to watch me stand naked and parade back and forth in front of him, it turned me on knowing that it didn't take much to make his cock hard and throb to my every move. I was going to put a very sexy piece of lingerie on and go and crawl into bed with him. I had the knowledge inside that it wouldn't remain on my body anymore than mere minutes after he had awakened. Today was just a touch different, I put on those thigh high sexy boots and nothing else, brushed my blonde hair until it shone like gold, Lush lips brushed with coral and gold lip gloss. My face was flushed with my sensual mood and my vivid blue eyes were sparkling. My body spritzer was a match for the cream I had applied, incredibly exotic, rather dangerous and I sprayed it liberally on all my pulse spots and those places I knew he would inhale as he kissed my abdomen and inner thighs and those devilishly ticklish spots inside my knees. My breasts were so very sensitive today, nipples hardened by the mere thought of him touching them. I felt that longing between my legs, the feeling of dampness that came over me just merely thinking of what he was about to do to me and my body. Anticipation is so pure and sweet, somewhat like my honeyed nectar that he gloried in as he took me to that place in the clouds of pure erotic bliss. I wanted to just go and jump in that bed and tell him to ride me like I was the sexiest little cowgirl in the world and he my sexy rodeo stud. He made me think of scenarios that were so damn sexy and hot. I always delighted in knowing that whatever the occasion he was excited and thrilled beyond belief. He was in bed and the sheets were thrown off of his sexy masculine body, he lay there resplendent his legs and arms outstretched. His eyes were closed and he was breathing with a very easy steady tempo. I knew by the way his body would twitch every now and again he was dreaming and I smiled rather naughtily thinking that I could make those dreams all that much more sexy. I looked at my reflection at the very naughty look on my face. The smile that was reflected was one of mystery and intrigue. I looked like a woman that knew what she wanted and I definitely was in the mood for some fun and a perhaps a little kinky morning sex. I walked towards the bed and stood there shaking my hair in wild disarray, the music in the background a sensual beat that was in line with my thoughts. I stood right at the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss those masculine lips. I traced my tongue tip over his mouth and down over his neck, I knew that he was awake as my soft hair was probably tickling his naked skin, as were my nipples trailing a path downwards. I heard his groan as my tongue tip moved over his tense abdomen and his cock was very hard and throbbing. I was feeling somewhat greedy and more than a little hungry, wanting to taste the smooth texture of it. Closer and closer I moved with tantalizing slowness my fingers getting in on the action and softly touching his balls and scrotum. His moans were very audible as I massaged them and kissed the very tip of his cock. I loved to trace it in swirls with my tongue tip and it jumped and he groaned even louder now. Moving my tongue up and down each side of the soft skin was delightful and I felt my juices flowing. My excitement was building and I allowed my mouth to rich the tip again and I sucked on it slowly while I massaged his cock up and down allowing my fingers to move down along the crease towards his anus and how much he loved me doing that to him. Dipping a little bit further down as I engulfed him with my hot moist mouth. He called out "OMG, oh honey that feels so damn good, HELL YES". His hands had found my breasts and he was pinching my nipples and making them very hard. My mouth moved faster now, I wanted to devour his rigidity, I could feel him pulsate and throb even more, his hands moved to my head and he pushed me further down on his cock then. It was my cue to suck him faster and harder, I complied readily.. I was incredibly excited by his growls and cries and I sucked up and down with that rhythm a tempo that made him arch his back. I heard his intake of breath and he pushed even deeper into my mouth, I knew he was almost there, I wanted to tease him more right at this exact moment. Prolong his ecstasy but I didn't want to make him beg. Massaging his balls again, I moaned in the back of my throat and it was almost like a purr as I sucked him harder yet still. His loud yell and how my name lingered in the air made my pussy juices flow. I felt him shake and grab my hair in his passion and his cock pulsate again as he growled and shot his hot load into the back o"f my throat. His yells in the air were loud and deeply husky, "OH YES, YES, YES, OH YES. He held my head so tightly as he cried out and tensed, his sperm continuing to flow into my mouth. I felt his last twitch and he relaxed, I swallowed and moved up over his body, his hands all over my luscious curves and he was grabbing my ass cheeks hard as I moved towards his mouth to kiss him thoroughly with my passion raging like a waterfall of emotion I wanted to devour him and do it all over again. Our tongues met and he could taste the remainder of his seed inside of my mouth. He rolled me over on the bed and he sucked my bottom lip erotically and I enjoy the sensation so damn much. His mouth moved down over my neck as he nuzzled and bit my sensitized skin. He whispered that I was so delicious and sexy that my scent drove him wild. When his mouth touched my nipples I felt the tenseness invade my body again, he put both breasts together and sucked my nipples so erotically that I cried out and ran my fingers through his hair over and over again. I could feel his hardness against my pelvis waiting to enter that tight hot sheath of mine. He whispered into my ear that he was going to take me and fuck me like I had never been fucked before. I felt wild and free, like a mare in heat that was awaiting her stallion to take her and ride her hard, burying himself deeply inside of her. He kissed and nibbled my ear lobe again and said all the things that he was going to do to me, making me squirm and almost swoon as I lay under him. I knew he had various fantasies that he wanted to fulfill with my me and my body. Today I was going to hit the lucky jackpot as was he. It appeared that the morning was going to be one of amazing and hot sex. He said it's your turn my sweet sexy blonde goddess and he proceeded to move down over my body, grazing my soft skin with his lips, tongue and morning growth of chin stubble. I could feel his soft mustache on my stomach and I tensed and awaited the sensation of it as he licked and kissed my labia and wet pearl. I cried out his name as he touched my wet clit and rotated his tongue around and around his hands coming under my ass cheeks as he lifted me towards his mouth to lick me over and over again. I felt his fingers touch around my crinkle and move around it with gentle delicacy. I knew my body was going to go over the precipice of sexual delight very soon. I loved how he knew exactly what I liked and how to give me so much pleasure, I could feel that heat enter me once again, as I screamed out his name and grabbed his hair tightly in my hands, as I proceeded to climax again and again. My body shuddering as he moved his fingers in and out of my honey pot and his mouth tasting the sweetness of my juices. I smiled as I gave myself up to his beautiful and experience mouth, Oh what a beautiful morning it truly was. A Little Motivation "Your turn to do the dishes, my dear," she said to him in her singsong lovey voice as she added more dishes to the small pile in the sink. He grumbled and made his sad I-hate-doing-chores face. She leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead. He reluctantly got up and trudged over to the sink, turned the faucet on and started washing. She sat down and poured herself a glass of wine and watched his hands squeeze the sponge, soapy water running little rivlets down his hands. She took another sip and watched him pick up another dish to rinse under the water. Her eyes wandered over the contours of his shoulder blades, down his spine, circling up his cute little round ass. An invisible force pulled her body to his. Her hands rested on his hips and she leaned her forehead between his shoulder blades and breathed him in. He looked over his shoulder but could only see part of her shoulder. He smiled and continued washing, enjoying her warmth against his body. Her hands slowly but firmly wrapped around his torso, her fingers grasping at his abs through his shirt. They danced up his firm pecs and she could feel her heart beating faster. He stood still and listened to her breathing as she slipped her warm soft hand into his shirt. He started to get hard. He backed slightly away from the sink, pushing his ass into her. She quickly slipped her hand into his boxers and curled her hand around his stiff cock. The warm sensation made him drop the bowl and it clanged against the sink. They moaned together. He turned off the faucet just as she yanked his hips around and slid down his body, kneeling in front of him. She looked up at him hungrily as she undid the front of his pants. He watched her intently and for a brief second wondered if he should help her, but his eyes were fixed on hers. When she finally freed his thick cock, she held him in both her hands. She watched him gasp when she poked her tongue into his slit to lick out his first drop of pre-cum. His eyes closed and a low groan escaped his throat. He opened his eyes again to the sight of his dick balls-deep in her warm mouth. He could feel her tongue pressed firmly against his hard rod. Her hand swirled up and down his cock, slick from her saliva, while her thumb gently massaged the area between his warm testicles. She continued to massage him, slurping up and down, circling her tongue around the sensitive rim of the head. His hands clasped the edge of the kitchen counter as he tried to steady himself. He let her suck him down for a few more minutes before pulling her up by the arm, spinning her around, pushing her face down on the kitchen table. He yanked her tight jeans off her round ass, tearing off her panties, pushing it down to her ankles. He kicked her feet apart and delve his fingers into her wet snatch. The sudden force almost threw her off balance. Her hand clawed at the smooth surface of the table, but before she could regain her stance, he held her hips still and slid himself into her wet folds. "Ohmygod, yes, yes, uunnnnnhhhhhh! Fuuuck!" Were all she could muster as he steadily fucked her against the table. He pushed her t-shirt up and off her back. He reached around and held her breast in his hand, roughly pinching her nipples between his fingers. His hand cupped her throat, pulling her body back up. He nibbled down her neck, sending static tingles down her spine. He rammed it in one more time deep before sliding back out of her. She swiftly turned and knelt before him again, slurping up her own cunt juices coating his hard dick. "I love your dick in my mouth," she said while her hand massaged his thickness. He laid his hand on the back of her head as he threw his head back moaning. "Yes, moan for me," she demanded before wrapping her lips around his mushroom head. He moaned again, louder, just for her. The heat from the back of her throat almost sent him over the edge. He pulled her back up onto the kitchen table, spread her thighs wide and nestled himself comfortably against her wet pussy lips. He held both her breasts in his hands firmly as he sucked and bit at her erect nipples. He knew how sensitive they were. She closed her eyes in sheer ecstasy as he rubbed her nubbins with his thumbs. He wrapped one hand around her throat, pulling her forward to his lips. He plunged his stiff cock inside her wet folds, so deep she couldn't help breaking their kiss, gasping for air. He slid his hands down to her ass and held her still as he plowed into her, so hard the table screeched across the floor. She laid back and her arms spread towards the two edges of the table, clasping on as she felt her orgasm building. He watched as her back arched, breath ragged...he knew she was close, so he started rubbing her clit softly, then furiously. "Ohm'god... Don't stop, don't you dare stop!" She clutched on til her knuckles turned white. She cried so loud when she came she had to put her hand over her own mouth. Her sopping wet spasming cunt drew his big O moment close and she wanted a taste. He pulled out of her, she slid off the table and kneeled below him. She wrapped her lips around his cock head and gently sucked. "Shitshitshiiiit!" He shot the first stream of cum in her mouth. She let the second stream land across her face before squeezing out the rest of his man juices and lapping it up like a dripping Popsicle. She stood up and put her hand on his cheek, "Thanks for doing the dishes, love." And started walking towards the bathroom. "What do I get if I clean the bathroom?" He called after her. She turned and smirked. "You want to find out?"