0 comments/  79406 views/  3 favorites

A Perfect Day

By: Fair_Deuce



1

Michael woke up first, to the sound of the radio alarm. Static and raucous, early morning D.J. prattle drew him out of bed to hit the snooze alarm brusquely. 

"Eight days and a wake-up," he muttered as he crossed back to the bed and under the covers for another nine minutes of sleep. His head had no sooner touched the pillow than he was back in that place between waking and dreaming.

"The alarm baby," came a murmured reminder in his ear nine minutes later. It was that which finally roused him from his rest, and not the loud, unclear announcement that the number one hit this week was the new hit single from the current number one pop sensation. 

"I know," was Mike's mumbled reply, as he forced himself out of bed again, shutting the alarm off this time instead of hitting the snooze button. "Got it," he said again as he made himself head for the bathroom instead of the bed. He pushed open the door, shouldering the sticky door jamb open. He flicked the light on and turned on the water without thinking, the cold liquid splashing on his forearm. He waited a moment for the water to warm up, glancing over at the still sleeping form of his girlfriend. She'd take her shower after his, as usually went their weekday routine.

It wouldn't be the routine for much longer though, he thought as he stepped into the small, one-person shower an adjusted the nozzle. Warm showers never really woke him up very well, but he sure as hell wasn't going to be taking a cold one: that was for if you needed to kill an erection or if the hot water was out.

Fortunately, he was in neither condition. In fact, the sex last night have been downright nasty; lately he and Misti had been expanding their sexual horizons, and it had yielded some incredible results. Just the thought of it was enough to get him a little horny, and a little more awake.

He opened the shower curtain slightly and glanced at the pocket watch he kept on the door handle, so he'd know how long he could shower for. His time was just about up, so he stepped out and grabbed a towel from the rack, moving over to the bed and drying himself.

"Come on baby, time to get up," he whispered to Misti as she forced herself awake. Mike leaned down and kissed her cheek, and she made a vague attempt back as she slid out of the bed, naked, and ambled into the shower. 

He went over to the computer and turned the volume back up, playing some wake-up music. He dressed in uniform quickly, the Air Force blues of Monday through Thursday being replaced by Friday's BDU's.

"Certainly hope if we get attacked it's on a Friday," he said to himself under his breath, in sarcastic commentary about the policy of wearing dress uniform four days of the week, but battle dress uniform for the last. "Since we'll all be dressed for it."

He heard the shower water shut off just as he finished dragging a razor over the stubble on his chin. Sitting on the edge of the bed to tie his boots up, Mike watched Misti emerge from the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and clutching the towel to her body for warmth. He loved her slim, water soaked figure, and more importantly the smile that adorned it. He watched with a small measure of amusement and curiosity as she dried her face and hair; the water beaded up nicely on the hair between her legs. She usually shaved her pubic hair, but when she spent time on base with him, the one-person bathroom didn't afford enough room to maneuver well enough. He didn't mind, really; her pussy still tasted the same either way.

She smiled at him as she caught him looking, covering up and drying down there so he wouldn't have anything to look at. They were both like that: demons in bed, but when out of it could blush at the wrong turn of a phrase. Or, in the right mood, be as irreverent as hell. It was one of the most fantastic things about their relationship: it covered everything. The whole gamut.

"I've gotta get going hon; I'll see you at lunch, ok?" Mike said as he stood up, the camouflage gear framing his figure. He was trim, athletically muscular; his normal shock of hair on top had all been trimmed close. Not only was summer in the south unbearably hot with hair, but Misti really liked him with short hair. Not many people agreed, but he didn't really care. If she liked it, she got it.

Misti smiled and nodded, brushing her teeth and mumbling an "I love you" around the toothbrush. Mike laughed and kissed her on the forehead, and then left the room, closing the door behind him solidly.

2

Whenever Misti was around, work dragged by incessantly. He knew she was going to be online, waiting for him to get home for lunch so they could spend it together. He was actually pretty confident that he'd be able to get off work early, since there wasn't that much to do at the office today. And if the NCO's let their troops go home early, that meant that they could go home early too: everybody won. 

He was sitting at his desk, moving back and forth in the wheeled swivel chair when the email notification sound went off on his computer. He arched an eyebrow and swung around to face his computer, quickly clicking his mouse to open it up. As he'd both expected and hoped, it was from Misti. 

TO: yourguy@hotmail.com
FROM: someone@hotmail.com
SUBJECT: Hey baby...

Hey baby! Can't wait to see you for lunch. Do you think you'll have the afternoon  off? If so we should go out to eat, maybe take a walk down to the Waffle House  like we used to. Love you ooches and bunches!

-me

TO: someone@hotmail.com
FROM: yourguy@hotmail.com
SUBJECT: RE: Hey baby... 

Sounds wonderful hon; and yeah, I should be able to get off this afternoon. Can't  wait to get lunch with you! Love you tons and infinitiestest! 

Mike smiled as he hit the send key, and then looked at the clock; half past ten. Only another half hour. It wouldn't be long before it was...

"...time to go, man."

Mike glanced from the clock to his co-worker and fellow airman, Jeff. Jeff was the closest thing to a friend he had down here. 

"What do you mean? We've got another half hour, don't we?"

"Nah," he replied, while gathering up his things. "Sergeant Kahney said that we could cut out; the rest of the day is a bust, so no need to just kill time until we get to leave. We're outta here." Jeff snatched up the keys to his truck, and headed towards the door. Mike blinked once, shrugged, and snapped off the power on his computer without bothering to shut it down properly. Hell, it was the weekend: he could deal with computers again on Monday.

3

"Careful hon, walk on the other side," Mike said as he and Misti walked along the side of the highway. They had just had a wonderful lunch at the Waffle House: they'd packed away enough coffee, juice, toast, eggs, hash browns and grits to last the rest of the weekend.

They were trying to beat the approaching storm clouds; they were about half a mile from the base, and the streets were practically deserted with, unbeknownst to Misti and Michael, a severe weather warning issued for the state of Alabama. 

They had only gone another few dozen yards when a car pulled off the road a little bit in front of them. Mike and Misti both watched it but thought little of it; the driver was keeping the motor going, so the two assumed that they were just checking a map or some such.

When they were within ten feet or so of the vehicle, the passenger side opened up, and out stepped a tall, lanky black man with the biggest afro that Mike had ever seen. He walked with purposeful strides towards the couple, and Mike was immediately suspicious. Misti tightened her hold on his hand slightly.

"Gimme your purse," the guy said with a southern accent almost too thick to understand. Mike stepped in front of Misti, pulling her behind him with his right hand, the other out in front of him, palm out and fingers splayed unaggressively.

"She doesn't have a purse, and I don't have my wallet on me," he said off the bat, the quickest lie he could come up with. The thug had his right hand in his pocket, and something was jutting against the fabric. Whether it was a gun, a marker, or just his fingers Mike couldn't really tell. He was trying to feel out the situation, but he knew that a situation like this usually didn't last long enough to feel out. This was a hit-and-run heist.

"Fuck you nigga, gimme your motherfuckin' wallet man! The bitch's too" he shouted, taking another step forward. "Or I'll fuckin' blow your ass away."

The man was half a step away from Mike and Misti, Mike between the two of them. He wasn't sure, but he -thought- the guy was bluffing about the gun. He frowned, and hesitated for just a moment before making up his mind.

He didn't say a word, just made the motions that he'd thought about in his head, in case something like this ever happened. He started to turn to his left, moving his body at the waist. With his left hand pushing back behind him, he forced Misti to move to her right; he felt her stumble against the sudden push. He didn't have time to tell her to go right and duck, so he had to push her out of the way. With his other hand shooting out, he made a grab for the man's left arm, hoping to spin him to the man's right, so that the gun would be pivoted away from himself and Misti.

He almost made it; he had the man's arm for a half second, before he wrenched it away. Mike hadn't been able to push forward far enough to get a good hold, because he had to lean back a little to push Misti to the ground. "Shit," he thought, as he saw the guy start to pull his hand out of his pocket. "Should've given him the wallet."

It wasn't a gun, though; Mike had a second to thank whatever fates were watching over him right then before realizing that it was still a weapon; a switchblade in fact. At least, he was pretty sure, that Misti was safe for the moment. He could hear some kind of yelling from the guy who was driving the car, and for a moment his attacker hesitated.

"Fuckin' lucky, nigga; I'm gonna kill you next time I see you," he threatened, and then slashed at him almost nonchalantly. There, Mike made his second mistake and threw his arms up reflexively. His form was good, if he had been struck at with a fist. As it was, however, the knife cut across the top of his forearm as slickly as a hot knife through butter. The man got into the car, and peeled out back onto the highway.

It had happened so suddenly that at first there wasn't even any pain. He had felt the knife cut him, and there had been a shocking sense of revulsion, as immediately he thought "Oh man, there's going to be blood, it'll probably be pretty bad, and Misti's going to freak..."

He was right, there was blood. He wasn't sure if he was right that it was bad, but he did know that he was wrong about Misti. She was at his side almost immediately, swearing profusely at their attackers and looking at his arm.

"That was stupid you know," she chided him sternly, as she looked over his arm. "You should have just given him the wallet."

Mike sighed and nodded; even if the wound wasn't bad, listening to this -would- be. Both because it was something he knew she would say, and because she was right. The trip back to their room was long and arduous if only for that fact.

4

It took the better part of the day to fill out the forms, both civilian and military, and at the end of it the two of them were ready to settle in for an evening together, in their room. The door opened, they shuffled in, and it closed resolutely. They both collapsed onto the bed heavily, Michael with a slight wince.

Eventually they got up, and went about preparing for the evening. 

"That was still a stupid thing to do in the first place, you know," Misti said again, swatting him weakly on the ass. She was on her back, and he was laying on his stomach. The two of them had just finished taking showers, and both were wrapped in towels.

"Yeah, I know," he muttered, wiggling his ass back appreciatively at the slap. He couldn't tell if he had done it out of habit or because he really was feeling wiggly, but he decided it didn't matter.

"Does it still hurt?" she asked, rolling onto her tummy and laying partly on Mike, resting her head on his shoulder, looking at the small, fine hairs on the nape of his neck.

"Lil' bit," he mumbled, resting his chin on the bed and letting his eyes slip closed. She was still a little strung up on adrenaline from what had happened; while everything was going on it had just been a shock of anger and frustration. Afterwards, the adrenaline had kicked in. She had a feeling she wouldn't be able to get any sleep tonight.

But that was ok; she was sure she could think of other things to keep her busy. She smiled a little and ran her fingers over his neck, lightly playing with the hairs there. A small sound of enjoyment rumbled from his chest as she slowly traced her hand lower over his bare back, tracing the tattoos there and continuing lower.

Her fingers hit the ridge where the towel and his skin met, and with a deft hand nudged it lower, tugging it and pulling it open. Mike turned his head to face her, but she was looking down at the curve of his ass as her fingers played over the supple flesh there.

"What're you doin'?" he asked slowly, curiosity mingled with anticipation. There was a gleam in her eyes as she looked back at him, resting her palm on his ass cheek, cupping and squeezing it. She was feeling particularly aggressive, he figured; probably had wanted to take that guy by the afro and smack him around, calling him Susan.

"Just hush and enjoy it," she said, knowing he loved having his ass played with. He smiled and shrugged slightly, crossing his arms above his head and resting on his forearms, his eyelids closing as he laid back to enjoy it.

She turned her attention back to his ass, intent on enjoying the evening to the fullest, however she wanted to. It was, she knew, going to be a very fun evening. Her fingers continued to tease lightly over his ass, playing through the very fine hair over most of his ass cheek, and then closer to the spot where his cheeks curved and met, the hair darker there. She brushed through the hair there, her fingertips lightly teasing over his asshole. She spread the cheeks a little and caressed it, grinning when she noticed how it puckered a little. He moaned at the sensation, which was always a good thing too.

She didn't say anything yet, just kept his ass cheeks spread and slowly dragged the pad of her index finger up and down that valley, watching his body react to her touch. She loved how she could turn him on, how one minute he could be fighting violently and the next be just putty in her hands. Well, she was going to enjoy the hell out of this putty tonight. She knew he loved it when she took control, when she was aggressive and just used him for her pleasure and enjoyment. 

Her finger moved up and down, occasionally moving lower and tangling through the hair by his balls. She loved the thick curls there, and played her fingers through it, occasionally teasing his balls. She noticed his cock getting harder, and it gave her a rush. Such a gorgeous body, and she could make it react however she wanted. She loved it.

"Yeow!" he yelped as she suddenly smacked his ass sharply, a devilish grin on her lips. She uttered a light chuckle and rubbed the spot that she had slapped, caressing it with her palm and fingers. "Mmmm... you like that, bitch, don't you," she whispered as she massaged his ass cheeks some more. The low groan was enough to tell her what she couldn't make out from his whispered reply. She spread his ass cheeks wide again, and this time leaned down, dragging her tongue the length of that valley; from the base of his ball sack, up over his ass hole, and past over his back.

She dragged her tongue back down again, retracing the route she had taken, pausing and licking his asshole a little more, pushing down and sliding her tongue inside his ass. She could feel his legs and the rest of his body tensing up, shifting and grinding against her mouth. He groaned loudly, pulling his legs underneath him slightly and spreading them wider apart, giving her better access to his tight, puckered hole. She tongued his asshole, licking and probing inside of it, loving how much she knew he was getting off on the idea. Finally she stopped, licked her finger and started to tease his asshole, watching him push against the bed, clutching at the sheets and wriggling his ass in her face.

"Mmmm, you like that don't you, you dirty little whore. Love getting your ass teased and played with. God, you're such a naughty little bitch." He writhed and moaned, whispering back: "Oh yeah... yeah, I love it... love it because I'm such a good little bitch for you."

She continued to tease his ass with one of her hands, while she licked the palm of the other. Her saliva coated it slickly as she reached underneath, between his legs and grabbed his hardening cock lightly, rubbing it up and down, jerking him off slowly while her other finger played with his asshole.

She stopped for another moment to smack his ass again, loving the red handprints that rose up after a few moments. She grinned and smacked him again. "Such a good little bitch; I love smacking your ass you nasty little bitch. Tell me how much you love it," she said as she slapped him again.

"Oh yeah, I love it... love it when you smack my ass... please, please smack my ass, fuck me good baby..."

"Oh, I will," she said as she pushed him onto his back, the towel pulling off as his cock, stiff and rigid, laid on top of his belly. She grinned, and licked it as she started to crawl up his body, cat-like in her grace. He watched her approach with wide eyes, his body anticipating everything that might come. She paused at his nipples, a wicked glint in her eyes as she viciously grabbed one and pinched hard, tugging it away from his chest.

"Mmm, good little bitch... you like that don't you bitch... fucking love it don't you." She loved the chance to cut loose, to be as lewd as she had ever wanted with him, loved that he was comfortable enough with her to let her call him those names and how turned on he got by it. She used her other hand and grabbed the other nipple, squeezing them both mercilessly; the harder she pinched and pulled, the louder his moans got. His hands covered hers, strong and compelling, and pinched with her, urging her on harder. Her hips were straddled over his, and she ground her pussy against the length of his cock, slicking it up with her juices.

She finally finished playing with his nipples and crawled further up, moving over his chest and to his neck, her knees on either side of his face as she looked down at him. The view was imposing, and she loved it.

"I'm gonna fuck your face so good, you little whore. I'm gonna fuck you reeeeeally good." She turned around so that she was facing his cock, so she could play with it if she wanted, and then lowered her pussy to his chin. She was soaking wet, and she could hear her juices squelching into his face as she rode him wildly, humping his mouth and slicking his face with her wet cum. She shivered and massaged it into his face, feeling his tongue and lips wildly eating her out, his chin rubbing against her clit over and over as she fucked his face. "Mmm yeah... yeah, eat me out baby.. that's it..." She felt his tongue go for her ass, and then straightened a little, moving forward just a little. If he wanted at her ass, well, she'd definitely let him.

"That's it, you nasty little bitch... eat my ass. Lick my asshole baby..." she didn't wait before she put her weight on her knees and then reached back, spreading her cheeks widely, her nails digging into her skin as she gave him access. His powerful arms were wrapped around her thighs as his wet, strong tongue snaked between her ass cheeks, teasing the pink, puckered hole. She hissed with pleasure and whispered "Thaaaaat's it my little ass licker... open your mouth wider... get it up there nice and good... lick that asshole... yeah, oh yeah god yeah... lick it, bitch... lick my ass like a good dog.. lick it all up you little fucking bitch..."


A Perfect Day



She could tell he was getting incredibly aroused; his cock was sticking up off of his belly, pulsating. Apparently, tonight was one of the nights that he was feeling -really- kinky; she didn't mind, as things rose and got further along, she was feeling it too. She purred throatily and ground her ass into his face a little longer, before lifting up and grinding her cunt back into his face, all over his chin and nose and forehead.

"Mmm, let's see what we have here bitch... such a gorgeous looking cock... think I'll have a lick..." she leaned down and teased the tip with her tongue, raising her hips up so that he could see what she was doing to him. She maneuvered to the side a little, watching as he gripped the sheets in a vice-like grip. She was stroking his cock and whetting it with her spit, dribbling her saliva lewdly over the tip of his cock, playing with only the head. It was the most sensitive part of his cock, extremely responsive. She loved it. She also wanted to really please him tonight, and she knew that his extreme kink was most pleasurable when he was still really hard and into it.

She also knew what she was doing to him. He gasped and twitched, almost convulsing from the attention paid to just the tip of his cock. He jerked and clenched his jaw, his cock spasming with him. She grinned and just kept stroking, keeping the head of his cock pointed up along his body, and dribbling saliva over his shaft, more so to add to the lewdness of it all than anything else. 

"Come on bitch, you know what I want," she purred, grinning up at him. This wasn't always her cup of tea, but what the hell; why not go all the way tonight. It was certainly heading that way, so she was willing to go with it. Besides, sometimes she even enjoyed it, and right now she was getting a great mind-fuck out of the control she had over him, what she could make him do when she knew he really wanted to do it. "Open up, slut... open your little whore mouth," she cooed evilly as she stroked the head, playing and tickling and teasing it with the tips of her fingers. "Do it whore, piss on yourself... piss all over your slut self and drink it up... lick it up like the little bitch dog you are. Come on whore dog, do it.. do it baby..." she used the nastiest words she could think of, knowing he loved it and that he couldn't hold out much longer with how she was tickling his cockhead.

Suddenly he cried out, his mouth wide and his head thrown back as the piss trickled out at first, splashing onto his stomach; and then as his stomach muscles tightened of their own accord a stream of it splashed out, spurting and covering his stomach as he lost control completely, some of it going far enough to trickle over his chin and splash into his mouth. She watched his throat work and his tongue snake out as he swallowed and licked at it, depraved as could be. Again, not her cup of tea always, but she was a 'gamer'; more than willing to go along with most things if it pleased her partner. And he loved her for it, loved that she indulged him instead of judging him.

"Mmm, that's it bitch, drink it up, drink it up because you love it you nasty little whore." She wasn't faint of heart, either, and as he was pissing on himself she started to stroke his cock in earnest, the piss splashing about, falling on her thighs and onto her tits a little, over his legs and the bed. They'd clean up later. The piss smoothed her strokes, and she was jerking him off in his own piss, feeling his body convulse even more.

"Oh, you nasty little whore... you love it, me jerking you off in your own piss. You fucking love it, you nasty little dog... lick it up, and lick me clean, bitch..." She straddled him again, putting her asshole and her pussy at his mouth, standing over him and jerking him off with one hand, his whole body writhing as the sensations built in his cock and his balls. She kept her other hand nearby, as his cock started to tighten up. She grinned as he screamed out, screamed into her cunt as his cum splattered out of his cock and splashed into her waiting hand, some of it falling over his stomach and mingling with the faintly tart scented piss there. She caught as much of it as possible, and then, when he was done, scooped up the rest of it in her palm, mingled with the piss, and then turned around again, straddling his lap and bringing her hand up to his face.

"Here you go, you nasty, naught bitch. Drink the rest of it, eat your cum you little cum bitch..." she grinned and without waiting for him to respond, slathered it over his chin and his mouth, sticking her fingers in there roughly, forcing it down his throat as he sucked at her fingers, licking them clean and moaning around them. She knew he had simply loved all that, and also grinned because they weren't nearly done; she was still going to get hers.

She took her newly cleaned fingers and moved them behind her, stroking his cock which was slowly, slowly going a little limp. She felt it respond, and grinned, cupping his balls and fondling them, whispering the dirty words she knew would get him hard again quickly. "Mmm, good little whore... very good. You were so naughty, so nasty... I love watching you do what I tell you, love watching you piss on yourself and drink it up like you love to. You love eating my asshole and fucking my cunt with your mouth, don't you you little bitch? You love it... love being a dirty little whore..." her fingers moved deftly, teasing his nuts and stroking his cock, feeling it get harder again even before it had gone all the way soft. Now, she teased lower, stroking over the nether regions of his asshole.

The effect was immediate, as he groaned and wriggled against her fingers.

"Ohh," she said slowly, grinning wider as she cupped his balls a final time. "You want me to fuck you, hmm? Want your nasty little asshole to get filled up like a whore's ass should? Want me to stuff that big fat cock in your ass, bitch? Tell me you want it... tell me that you want me to stuff you like a whore, stuff your little bitch ass like a fucking whore."

"Please," he whispered as he felt her move away, to get the Vaseline and the strap-on dildo. "Please fuck me up the ass with that big fat cock... please fill my tight, puckered asshole."

She grinned slowly as she came back to the bed, setting down the strap-on and the Vaseline, and an empty Sobe bottle on the table beside the bed. She was just going to play with his ass for a bit, fill him and stretch him and fuck him good. She knew he could take it, but when he was stretched she'd be able to fit more of her fingers inside of him, which was something she wanted to see and feel. She wanted to feel three, four of her fingers in his ass. She grinned and slapped his ass while she bent him over, leaning down and licking him again.

"I'm gonna fill your hole so well, bitch... gonna stick bottles and cocks in your ass because you're such a slut, you'll take anything I put up your ass, won't you."

He groaned and nodded, wiggling his ass back and forth like he knew she liked to see. He clutched at the sheets, the muscles in his back cording and bunching tightly. It was such a rush for her to have him comply so, when she knew at any instant he could easily say stop, and step away from it. It was by choice, and she knew he loved it, which made it that much better for her. She reached under, and stroked his cock a few more times, loving the hardness of it. She knew that while playing with his ass, with so much concentration on relaxing the muscles, that his cock might get soft at first. But she knew he was still enjoying it, loving the feeling of being filled up his tight little ass.

"Stay on your hands and knees, bitch, like you should. Stay there like my good little dog and get fucked like a bitch in heat."

"Oh yeah... god yeah... mmm... stick it up my ass; please..." uttered Michael as he looked over his shoulder at her. She picked up the strap on and put it beside him, while she kneeled at his side. "Put it on me, baby. I want to see you put on the cock I'm gonna fuck you with." She grinned as he leaned back a little and picked it up; it was two-sided and vibrating, so he knew that she would be getting a good fucking too, while she fucked him. He licked the side that was going in her, moistened it with his saliva and then lowered it, before sliding it into her. 

A low moan escaped her lips as she spread her legs a little, feeling the shaft fit into her pussy. "Mmmyeah, that's good baby.. stick it up there... good... now strap it on..." He licked her legs in agreement and then put the rest of the straps around her waist and legs, making sure it was on firmly. He grinned as he turned the vibrator on, watching her jump a little; that first jolt always startled her pleasantly. 

"Ohhh god yeah..." she grinned, looking down at him and taking him by the ears, moving him around and putting him on his hands and knees, facing away from her. She grinned and went to work, loving the feelings vibrating through her pussy. She got the vaseline out and slathered some on her fingers, sliding it between his ass cheeks.

"Mmm, gonna fuck my little dog good; fuck you like you're in heat, you fucking whore," she said as she slapped his ass playfully. His cock was hard now, but she knew it would go soft and get hard and back and forth as she started to stretch his ass. She took the Sobe bottle now, and then put some Vaseline on it too. She teased it around his ass, watching him react, seeing his puckered hole tighten up, and then slowly loosen. She applied some pressure, and watched as the bottle slipped past the asshole, inside.

God, that was always so hot, watching something slide into his ass, knowing she was penetrating him, knowing how it felt and loving it when it was right. She grinned and slowly moved it in and out, moving her other hand down and giving his balls a light fondle, stroking his cock for a second, before deciding he could take care of that while she tended to this part.

"Jerk yourself off, bitch. Play with that cock of yours while I fuck your little asshole. Do it, whore... lick your hand and stroke your cock." He moaned and complied, his tongue slicking his palm as he then moved down, stroking his cock back and forth as she moved the bottle in and out of his ass, slowly applying more pressure, and watching the bottleneck widen his ass. He was pushing back a little when she was all the way inside, trying to help stretch his ass. She knew he loved being filled up, and wanted to like feeling getting fucked.

"Mmm, good little bitch, such a good whore for me..." she moaned as the vibrations in her pussy caused her to grind against the strap-on dildo, the cock sticking out lewdly between her legs. It was almost amusing, but right now it was way too hot to think of as funny. She stroked it idly, because well it seemed like that was what you did with a hard on between your legs. "I'm gonna ram your ass with this thing, you little slut... you little ass fucking slut, taking a bottle in your asshole.. god, you're so dirty.. my dirty little bitch...my good little cunt."

The bottle wasn't even close to getting all the way in, but it had stretched his ass a little wider. She moved it out, the wet popping noise of the bottle leaving barely noticed as she slicked her fingers with the Vaseline, applying a layer over the dildo as if she was jerking herself off. After things got to a certain point, oral action of any sort was pretty much out of the question; but they had passed that point a little while ago, and since she didn't really want to test the taste of Vaseline she just wriggled her fingers into his ass, grinning as he was still fucking his fist. The slipped in, the first two, easily; getting the third and fourth in required that she move them into a circle shape, but she managed... and then spread them slightly, slowly, so that they were side by side and inside his ass. It was sexy, her fingers spreading his asshole like that, him on his hands and knees in front of her jerking himself off, loving every minute of it. 

"That's good, slut... mmm, very good. I'm going to start fucking your asshole like a cunt now; going to put my cock up your asshole." She grinned as he moaned louder at that, and then almost had to stop while the vibrating dildo hit a particular spot.

"Oh god... oh my god, yeah.." she said, closing her eyes and stopping. He was still jerking off, and she had to start fisting the cock, jerking off with him, forcing it back and forth so that it felt like she was getting fucked too. She was gonna cum, really hard, and to stimulate it she jerked the cock back and forth vigorously. She couldn't use his ass yet, because she had to go slow at first, but right now she needed fast, she needed to get fucked hard, so she was jerking off the cock between her legs, trying to cum.

"Oh yeah, harder.. harder.. ohhhhhhhh yeah..." she moaned as the orgasm rocketed through her pussy, her thighs clenching together as she came. She shuddered and grinned, looking at Mike on his hands and knees in front of her, and slapped his ass sharply. Vaseline left a sticky residue there, and a little splattered, but she didn't' care. She was going to fuck his asshole, so what did a little lube matter?

"Mmm, did you like that?" he asked, having watched her jerk herself off; it had been so out of the blue, and it was incredibly sexy.

"Yes, bitch, I loved it... just like you're going to love this cock in your ass," she said as she positioned the head of the dildo at his asshole; it puckered slightly, but it was barely noticeable. She checked to make sure she had enough lube on, and then held on to it as it slid into his ass.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gaawd," he moaned as it slipped past his asshole; past the muscle ring and filling his tight ass. She grinned and paused, moving it in very, very slowly, letting him push back on her more than she was pushing in to him. She'd do that soon enough.

"Thaaaaat's it baby, push back... come on slut, you can do it.. fill that tight little ass..." he grunted and pulled away slightly, breathing heavily as the cock head popped out. That was ok; it took a little getting used to. She smiled and rubbed his ass cheeks, and waited for him to try again. After a few seconds of watching his ass clench and tighten, he started to move back again, wriggling his ass with renewed vigor. She grinned and held it there again, and this time he pushed it inside quickly, getting the large head past his asshole with a smooth push.

"Mmmgod yeah, take it bitch.... take it right up that ass of yours, you little whore... mm, you assfucking whore, take it... yeah..." she moaned, grinding against the dildo that was vibrating inside of her. His cock was soft between his legs, but she knew he was enjoying things nonetheless. She wished he had his cock ring on, and reminded herself to get him to put that on later.

She put her hands on his ass cheeks, gripping and raking her nails down them slowly, then along his thighs. Hands-free and in control behind him, she reveled in it as her pussy was massaged closer to another orgasm. She grabbed his hips, to feel what it was like to know that at any moment she could start pounding his ass, fucking herself in return. It was a rush, a heady spill of sexual power and dominance.

"Oh yeah you little fucking whore, I'm going to fuck you so good. My good little cunt, I'm gonna fuck you like a sweet bitch; fuck you like the dog you are, make you lick it all up afterwards. Make you clean up your cum and my cum and my ass with your little asslicking tongue." She was getting more and more lewd, driven by the sight of her cock rammed up his ass, and him loving it and moaning and wiggling back against her.

"Please," he breathed slowly, barely audibly. "Fuck my asshole."

She grinned and slapped his ass sharply, the loud crack making him jump sharply. 

"-Beg- for it, bitch. Beg me to fuck your asshole like a good whore."

"Oh please, baby... please fuck my little slut ass. Fuck me like a good little bitch."

She grinned even wider, and slapped his other ass cheek, getting way too much fun out of this. She knew he was having as good a time, and so decided to push it up another notch.

"Mistress, whore. My name is Mistress to you, you little assfucking slut. Do you understand?" Her tone was authoritative, but not to the point where it seemed she was taking things too far. It was great role-play, and great sex.

He paused only for a moment, before going along with it. His words hissed out with reckless abandon as he gave in and gave up the last vestige of his control.

"Yessssss, Mistress. Please, please Mistress fuck me like I deserve. Fuck me like a whore, like a nasty little dog. Please let me lick everything up, let me lick you clean and lick up all your juices. Please, Mistress, make me so nasty; cover me with everything and make me lick it up like a nasty dog..." he was humping back against her, bumping the dildo in her cunt further, making her moan.

"Mmm, well, maybe I will if you're a good little whore. Maybe I'll fuck you, until I cum, and then rub my juices on your face, and make you eat me out while I piss on your chin and chest and cover you with my cum and my piss, and then make you cum again and make you swallow all of that." She had started to fuck his ass while she spoke, her hands gripping his ass cheeks, watching the red welts raise on his tender flesh. She loved the look of that color on his ass, in the shape of her hand. Her hand print on his ass... her ass. 

"Oh god yes, please Mistress... please, please do all of that to me, please," he whispered, moving his hand back to his cock and stroking it, the shaft responding almost immediately, but slowly as he adjusted to dealing with the vibrating dildo up his asshole, changing from just dealing with it, to actually enjoying the sensations.

"That's it," she hissed, as she picked up the pace; her own cunt was tingling on the bring of another orgasm; the cock quivered inside of her and pushed her towards the edge. "That's it bitch, get assfucked... take it up your asshole you whore, take it... take it you tight little cunt, take that fucking cock in your ass..."

She gasped and felt herself almost cum; with a wet -pop- she pulled the cock out of his ass, watching it suck and clutch at it like a hungry pussy as she roughly turned him over on to his back, already convulsing from the sensations. She tugged at the straps, and yanked off the strap-on, pulling out the quivering cock that had been filling her pussy.

"Finish me off, bitch.. suck my cunt clean, lick it and make me cum, you ass fucking whore," she growled, loving as she just straddled his face like it served no more purpose than to get her off. She grinded mercilessly, splashing her juices over his face, facing his cock and grabbing his legs, holding them up by her, spreading them and watching him stroke his cock still while she humped his mouth and chin and face. She held his legs wide, opening him, knowing his ass was probably sucking for something, anything; a cock, a tongue, something to fill it up. His mouth worked wonders as her asshole again, and she grinded more lewdly against him.

"Tongue-fuck my ass, bitch... fuck my asshole with your tongue, you little whore," she growled as she let him spread her cheeks and stick his tongue up her ass. She wriggled and writhed, feeling him eat her asshole, and then without warning pulled away and put her pussy back in his face, grinding and sliding up and down on his mouth. She ground against his chin, rubbing her clit there, when she couldn't hold it any longer; she'd promised her little slut dog a treat, and she gave it to him.

"Ohhhhh god yeah, lick it up, take it you whore!" she screamed as she started cumming, also letting loose with her bladder, splashing his chin and his face with cum and piss, knowing he was swallowing a little of it; most of it just spilled over his cheeks and his neck, but she ground against his face, pushing it into him, knowing he liked the feeling of being used. She finally finished, feeling his tongue still licking at her pussy, and then as she let him finish there she moved down and kept hold of his legs at either side.




A Perfect Day



"Now cum, bitch... stroke that cock and make it cum for me, you little whore," she ordered. She grinned as he moved his hand up to his face, slicking it with her juices and piss, and then started stroking the bulging cockhead in earnest, stroking and stroking and finally squeezing it hard, as cum spurted in a thick geyser over her tits and between his legs, on his stomach and over his hand. She grinned and let go of his legs, turning around again and slicking up his cum and her piss with her hands, slathering it over his open, gaping mouth.

"Gooood bitch... suck it up, lick it up you whore... that's it my little bitch, lick it up like you love it... filthy little whore..." she grinned as he finished, and the breath caught in his throat.

She sat there, amidst the wetness and the discarded toys and his nakedness, and grinned at him. The hour was well past midnight, and she rested her hand on his belly, watching him try and regain his composure.

"So," she said nonchalantly, before he could say anything, "what'll we do tomorrow?"



A Perfect Day



Nude Day falls on the last day of every school year. Today is my first. I put on a brand new pair of panties and my best bra so that whichever boy undresses me will see nice things. I go into the kitchen in my peasant blouse and retro pleated skirt but I can't eat. 

The protest sign is so bulky that Mom drives me to Darwin High. I put it up near the main entrance, next to the clothes lockers. The other seven girls join me and we huddle behind it. Soon other students begin to arrive. Those that are already naked go directly into the school. The rest disrobe and lock their clothes up first.

There are a lot of nude couples, mostly upperclassmen. As one pair goes by they are talking about the Exploratorium. I guess they were lucky enough in the school lottery to snag a time slot today. I've never been inside, but they say the Ex is the best place in school to make love, because the principal put in real nice beds and there's a shower and all. 

Of course for legal reasons a Federal Nudity Inspector monitors couples via closed circuit. But I've heard that the cam can be turned off if both students face it and clearly state their consent.

I know all five of the clothed and boisterous freshmen boys who are standing in front of our sign. They're reading it, nudging each other, laughing, getting their courage up.

PROTEST!

WE ARE OPPOSED TO THE PRACTICE OF NUDE DAY; THEREFORE WE WILL NOT TAKE OFF OUR CLOTHES. IN THE SPIRIT OF PASSIVE RESISTANCE, WE WILL ALLOW OTHERS TO REMOVE THEM, BUT WE ASK THAT YOU NOT SHAME YOURSELVES BY DOING THIS.

Of course we pretty much know it isn't going to work, but sometimes you protest just to make a point. Even in the unlikely event that the boys do leave us alone, sooner or later we'll have to undress ourselves. The law says anyone who doesn't participate on Nude Day must repeat the whole school year. You'd never graduate! So that's why, when we discussed how we were going to protest, we couldn't go with Civil Disobedience.

So we went with the Gandhi thing. He believed that people of good conscience will desist from immoral behavior when gently shown the right path. Uh-huh. Teen boys. Girls to be stripped. Conscience. Looking at the boys, I know the whole protest is way lame. They probably think we are just teasing them.

The boys are rowdy now. They want to know why we think we are better than the other girls. We're all wearing skirts as a sign of solidarity. Bruce orders us to pull them up so he can see if we are wearing anything underneath, and Dawn even starts to comply. Finally Jason just walks around the sign and up to Marci and as he unzips her skirt he says, "I can do this, right?" She nods, terrified. He pops the button and pulls the skirt right off and there she is in her panties and all the boys are staring. And then he reaches forward and does something really naughty. I suppose Gandhi would not have slapped him, but Marci is not Gandhi.

Now the boys are surging forward, each picking a victim, but no one chooses me. Fingers fumble nervously with unfamiliar closures. Soon five girls stand blushing in their under things. The boys hesitate, momentarily awed. Do they feel shame? Jason again takes the lead. He kneels before Marci and slowly lowers her panties, inch by inch. She bites her lip and looks at the sky. The other boys crowd close, eyes burning. They speak indecorously. They turn on the remaining girls. 

Some boys tear at panties and bras, while others, like Jason, prefer a slow delicious unveiling. In the end it does not matter. When all the girls are naked the boys line them up and walk around them in a circle, comparing I guess, whispering to each other and laughing. Then each boy picks up his victim's clothes and goes to a locker. They undress. Pitched clothing merges, panties entwine with boxers and briefs. When the boys turn around, the girls gasp. The ten of them enter the school.

The other two girls can't stand the tension of waiting to be stripped. They go to the lockers, disrobe, and go inside. I'm all alone with my sign and I know I can't stay clothed long. More boys are coming up the walk all the time. I spot a tall boy just as he sees the sign. 

I don't know his name, but he's a senior on the swim team. He's showing a sense of humor by coming dressed in tightly whities and nothing else. He has that nice swimmer's build with broad shoulders and well defined pecs, tight stomach, narrow waist, nice tan. As he reads our lame sign he starts laughing, catches my eye, winks. I'm laughing, too.

"I'm Arnold."

"Vivian"

"Will you raise your arms to help me get it off?" His hands are already on my blouse.

"Sorry, no, I'm going to stick with the plan."

"Then if I raise your arms, will you keep them up?" I nod.

He brings them up and lifts off the blouse as gently as if he were undressing a child. He reaches behind me and with precise experienced hands unhooks my bra and draws it off easily, like it's no big thing for him, and now my breasts tumble out into the sun and there they are for all the world to see. He looks at them with a gentle smile, not staring, just enjoying himself, and he looks in my eyes, too, but just for a second because I lower mine. He steps away for a moment to put my stuff in a locker.

But I need him back right away because coming up the walk, strutting bare and swinging obscenely from side to side, is that little snot Quentin Snow. Quentin is this rotten freshman who likes to talk dirty to girls, plus he has a mean streak. He thinks a girl will be turned on if he asks her stuff like, does she masturbate with one hand or two. And then he wonders why no one will go out with him. 

Yesterday he stood in front of my locker and asked me my cup size. When I wouldn't tell him, he laughed and held up his hands and said he was going to find out in person on Nude Day. Now as Quentin approaches his eyes are fixed on my chest. I'm glad I'm not bottomless yet. Arnold comes back just in time. I whisper in his ear.

"Quick, put your hands on my breasts."

Arnold's delighted, but not grabby. He puts his palms square on my nipples with his fingers spread lightly. Quentin stops dead. I smile sweetly at him. 

"Sorry, Quentin, but Arnold is feeling me up right now. Maybe later in the day you can catch me and get that measurement." (When pigs fly!)

Quentin is intimidated by Arnold's size. He mumbles something unintelligible and disappears into the school.

"Thank you! That little piece of trash has been after me all semester. Arnold, I need to ask a big favor."

"Sure, what?"

"I need you to stick with me all day to protect me from that rodent, and from some of the others, too."

"No prob, but I'd need a couple of favors from you."

"Two?" I ask warily. I'm half naked, after all.

"I'm stuck in the down position and it's uncomfortable. I need you to bring me up." He says this in a matter of fact tone and in such good humor that I nod without really understanding what he wants.

He has to show me. He takes my right hand in his left and brings it around to the front of his briefs. With his other hand he pulls out on the waistband. He gently pushes me in an inch or so. I can feel soft hair. He lets go and I take a deep breath and I slide my hand down and I grasp him as easily as if it wasn't my first time. I can feel the hard shaft. I close my hand around it and give it a gentle rub as I draw it back up. I slowly let the length of it glide through my fingers, feeling the ridge below the head against my palm just before I release it.

"Yes, that's much better." Once again he winks. We burst into laughter. I know I have just passed some sort of a test without even knowing I was being tested.

"And the other favor?" I ask nervously.

"Let's just call it a favor to be named later."

"Arnold... I'm not ready...I mean I'm saving myself..."

"Yes, of course, that's OK. Now, where were we a few minutes ago?"

Now his palms are against my nipples again, moving gently in slow small circles while he smiles into my eyes, not a dirty smile, just a happy one. Has he done this with other girls, on other Nude Days? I really don't have to allow anything like this under the rules, but I don't say no. 

I'm hardening in his hands and the harder they are the more they poke out and the more they poke out the better they feel and the harder they get. He's a bit detached, a bit cool with his insolent touching. But I know he's taking pleasure from my pleasure as I breathe hoarsely through my mouth and cry out softly.

Now I'm lubricating and something inside me is doing flip-flops. And I'm worried, knowing that Arnold will be removing my panties soon and they'll be damp. And he will feel that and maybe even bring them up to his nose and smell them or something way gross like that and then when I'm all bare he'll look down there or maybe he'll even touch me and find out just what kind of girl I am. And I'm not that kind of girl. Or am I? All he is doing is a little nipple rubbing, yet I'm as wet as a horse at the end of a race.

Finally he takes his hands away. He unzips and removes my skirt, laying it neatly on his arm so that both hands are free to reach behind me and slide inside the rear of my panties and lightly caress my bare fanny. And he starts to bring his hands around in front but I quaver out a "no" to keep him from feeling how wet I am, but probably he thinks I'm just shy. Well, that too. 

He respects me. His hands go instead to my waistband and as he slides my panties down he looks at me where no boy has ever looked before, and for a moment his face is so serious I think maybe I'm ugly or something. If he notices moisture - and how could he not? - He's too polite to mention it. 

Finally he breaks into a glorious smile and I'm relieved. I'm blushing terribly but at the same time I have a crazy idea to do something daring. I start to lower my hands but I chicken out so I just smile back. The sun kisses my bare body as he carries away the last of my clothes. I desperately want them back. His back is to me as he peels off his briefs. His tight butt is cute. Then he turns around.

Oh my, is he happy to see me!

In grade school I spent lots of time looking, fascinated, at a picture of Michelangelo's David. The sweet little harmless thing I saw there nestled like a wren in a hairy nest intrigued but didn't threaten a shy girl.

This is nothing like that. It is angry, demanding, and scary. I assume the 'favor to be named' involves taming this beast. And I'm quite inexperienced.

Fortunately the bell rings just then. Arnold takes my hand and we enter the school.

It isn't as bad as I feared, because we are all in the same boat. I want to cover myself with my free hand, but nobody else is doing it so I guess it's considered unsportsmanlike. The upperclassmen are generally practicing eye etiquette anyway, but not the first timers. I see my friend May posing for a knot of freshmen boys. She's standing in the hall with her hands locked behind her neck, chest thrust out, slowly rotating her torso. 

Probably soon they'll ask her to do something really gross and I hope she has the sense to say no. For that matter, no girl even has to pose, but if you get asked nicely by a friend it's hard to refuse. Satisfying curiosity is a big part of Nude Day, and of course we girls are curious, too. I'm sneaking in a few peeks myself at the boys who bob by. I'm supposed to be protesting the whole idea, but I have to admit that seeing how May is affecting the boys clustered around her excites me. 

What would I do if they asked me? I'm getting some pretty interested looks from some of them. I'll bet if Arnold wasn't holding my hand someone would ask me to be naughty. I might even say yes.

My first class is English. Arnold and I take adjoining seats. He silently points out that the desk is covering up my lower parts and makes a comically sad face, so I flash him. Mrs. Dawkins starts out droning on about British Lit, but we're too busy looking around to listen. Then her mouth quirks up and she picks up a book and starts reading to us. It's her little joke, because it's "Lady Chatterley's Lover", by D.H. Lawrence, and of course the whole class is nude.

We can hardly believe what she's reading, how exciting it is, and yet how beautiful. After a while she puts the book down and starts talking about something called "personification of the penis". And I haven't passed a note in years, but I get this wicked idea and I scribble something and hand it to Arnold. And he writes something and hands it back.

WHAT'S ITS NAME?

DICK.

Which is pretty bad, but so bad it's funny. And then I get a little bolder.

DOES DICK LIKE TO BE PETTED?

And back it comes.

SOMETIMES, AND SOMETIMES NOT. IT COMES IN SPURTS.

I have to put my head down on the desk. Arnold can see my shoulders shaking. I've liked him right from the first. Now I realize I've underestimated him. He's funny, lots of boys are, but how many can make jokes about their own penis? That's really cool. I think about what it must be like for him to be attending his very last day of high school. Is he sad? Anxious to get on with the rest of his life? And what does he want with me? 

Probably he wants to do it, all boys do, but when I told him I can't he didn't split. Does he think I'll change my mind? What about that constant mysterious smile? Is he really cool enough to enjoy just looking at me without losing control? What did he get girls to do with him on his other three Nude Days? Is he using me? Because of his gentle ways, I feel safe with him. But he must have a plan. I remember what I saw when he first turned around from the lockers, and I shiver.

By lunchtime I'm pretty hungry. Arnold and I sit together, trying to ignore the girl spread out on a table under the window. I feel sorry for her. She doesn't have to do that to be popular. All next year the boys will remember, remind her what she did, want a repeat. After a while one of the teachers walks over and disperses the boys and gets her up, but the damage to her rep is done.

The best part of lunch is talking to Arnold. I'm still pretty shy, but he's being polite with his eyes. I am trying in an indirect way to find out what his plans are for me the rest of the day. And if he likes me.

"What does this day mean to you?" I ask

"A lot. Certain days you never forget. My first Nude Day, my first driver's license, a special birthday...I want my last day of high school to be a perfect day, a day I will remember for the rest of my life."

"But isn't there a girlfriend, to, um...help make it memorable?" I flick a look downward.

"Not at present. But if you'll go with me to the gym, I'll call in that second favor and make this day memorable for both of us."

I should have guessed. I knew about the gym being partitioned off, but never thought about it in relation to myself. It's mostly for upperclassmen. I am scared but excited, too. I trust Arnold, I owe him that favor, and I nod.

The light bamboo screens do nothing to muffle sound, so it's pretty obvious which cubicles are in use. We finally find an empty one near the center of the gym. The bare mattress lying on the floor inside is shockingly unromantic. Beside it is a short stack of disposable pads, a box of tissues, and a wastebasket full of stuff I don't want to look at or even imagine. I 'm already scared and half ready to leave, but I did agree to come. And I'm in his arms.

He bends down to kiss me, drawing me to him with his hands cupped on my bare rear, my breasts light against his stomach, his penis teasingly hard against me. His lips are soft and warm and again I feel his signature gentleness. The kiss goes on and on, obviously Arnold's in no hurry, but I keep worrying about his next move. 

Will he put his tongue in my mouth, will his hands roam? Nothing happens and the tension builds. And then suddenly his right leg gracefully slides between mine and I can feel the muscles of his thigh pressing against me and his hands on my fanny are pulling me into him and now they are raising and lowering me slightly, rubbing me against him. I groan softly. I blush to think someone in the next cubicle might be listening.

But then from that same cubicle there comes an odd sound, a muffled bump-thump, repeated over and over in increasing tempo. And a girl's inarticulate voice is calling out, her cry at first a soft ah.....ah...ah, with a gasp for breath in between, but then as the thumping speeds up her cries fuse and rise in pitch in a continuous ululation which ends abruptly in a glorious full-throated howl of joyous release.

The gym has fallen silent. By the time her voice stills everybody has been listening. There are a few coarse male cheers of approval and a little clapping, followed by shushing sounds from the girls. There is a brief moment of silence. But the match has been lit. In scattered cubicles hands fondle, mouths engage, bodies intertwine, and throats rejoice in the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking. 

In a chain reaction, more couples, spurred on by the passionate moans of their neighbors, join in, adding in turn their cries to the din. The incendiary uproar sweeps more and more before it. The entire gym is on fire. 

Arnold's strong leg still presses against me but now he is lifting me up and down faster. His lips are still on mine. There are cries from every cell. Are we the only couple not doing it? My judgment flees. I tear away from him and I throw myself on my back on the mattress and I open my legs. 

"Do me."

I want to feel his body cover me. I want to feel him go in all the way in a single thrust. But, even as wet as I am, maybe that's not possible because it's my first time. Maybe he'll have to ram it in, jam it in, and cram it in, maybe it will hurt, no matter. I want him bad, I want him hard, I want him swift, I want him now.

But he does not cover me. Instead, I feel his hands briefly resting on my hips and now they are sliding down and inward and he is opening me up, exposing my last pink secrets, seeing what no boy has seen before, touching me softly. I should be blushing but I'm way beyond that.

And now he is bending down and his mouth is over my clitoris, oh my, is he really, and yes he is, forming a seal with his mouth against me with a little soft suction, bringing it up against his tongue. And now it is all soft and wet and warm, his tongue slides against me, and my moans join with all the others. Soon soft and wet aren't enough. I want it hard and fast and I grab the back of his head and press him against me and I buck against him. And then it gets even better.

Because now he slips his index finger inside me, curling it just a bit and pressing against the wall and I now I can feel his tongue on my clitoris and his finger on its root, and I give one last orgasmic heave and I come hard. And I can't help myself; my groan of pleasure is so loud it stands out even in the uproar.

I fall back, totally relaxed, eyes closed. I've come before, of course, in bed or under the shower. This is indescribably better.

I feel so good I'd like to lie here forever, but now I can feel Arnold on his knees straddling my torso and I open my eyes and I see Dick poking at my chin and I know it's time. And I don't really know what I'm doing but I take it in my hand by the root and I kiss all around the tip until he gasps, and I take the tip in my mouth and I run my tongue around it a couple of times until I'm ready to take it in deeper, but it's too late. I can feel the shaft spasm where I hold it, and now he's spurting into my mouth. 

He jerks out and pulls sharply downward, still shooting, trying to save me embarrassment. I put my hand down protectively so none of it goes lower than my navel. Finally he stops and collapses beside me while I search out the tissues with my other hand and start mopping up. And then for a good long time we just lie together wordlessly. We pretend we are both way too cool to talk about what we just did.




A Perfect Day



Others want to use our cubicle; you can hear their restless feet, God, were they listening to us? We get up and change the pad. Arnold apologises for the mess and says we both could use a shower. The locker rooms are unisex on Nude Day, so we go together.

Fortunately we are alone in what is usually the girl's shower room. We take adjoining stalls and tend to ourselves. I'm still feeling afterglow and my soapy hands make me feel good. Arnold turns off his spray and so do I. He pops around the corner. I don't see how he could still be interested but he's looking at me frankly. After all we've been through I'm still shy and without thinking I cover myself. He starts laughing.

"I see we need to make you decent."

He turns my shower on low and takes the soap in his hands and works up a good lather. He plops a big blob of soapy foam around each of my nipples. Solely in the interest of scientific accuracy, I point out that something pink and tight is still visibly pointing through. Another application is required. Now I look like one of those bubble bath ladies in an old movie. 

The first blob between my legs is likewise insufficient. We can see light brown hairs floating in the foam around my partially visible slit. Another glop completes the job. We admire it. We laugh at our silliness. There is something particularly sexy about the transience of soap bubbles. Arnold isn't about to wait for them to pop.

"I think I like you better the other way."

He turns on the shower full force and in a flash I'm back to where I was, but now I'm not covering myself. And he's pushing me back against the shower wall and his smooth soapy fingers are sliding between my pussy lips. I can't believe that I want this again so soon, but I do. Arnold obviously knows a lot, but this time his fingers are just slightly off center. I guide him upwards just a tad and then I'm flying. When I come this time, it is softer and less urgent. 

Now the shower is off and we are embracing, which is good because I need help standing. After I recover a bit I offer to towel him dry. It is pleasant to feel his strong muscles under the towel. Soon there is only one area left.

"May I?"

"Certainly."

I am curious. After he is dry I get real close to take a good look. My face is only inches from the cute tiny slit at the tip. I think from the little I know he must be circumcised. I lift it up to see its underside and I see his scrotum, stretched soft by the heat. I gently hold his balls in the palm of my hand. I'd like to look longer, but I don't want him to think I'm pervy or something. By the time I'm done he's only a little bit bigger.

"In case you're wondering, there's a latency period," he says.

I know that word from the sex study module in biology class.

"How long?"

"Theoretically not too long, but overall I think I'm done for the day."

I'm not sure if he's referring to his physical state or if he's dismissing me. Maybe I didn't do it right. Maybe he came so fast he feels cheated. 

Now he begins to towel me off, leaving the best for last. He is very assiduous. Not a single crevice is left unblotted, yet moisture keeps welling up. When he is done I still have trouble standing, so we go into the locker room and sit down.

Crazy things are going through my head. Sex feels good when you're doing it and afterward too. What if I did it every day, would it still be as good? I thank him until he's restless. I want him to hold me in his arms, I want to smell his sweet skin, I want to be with him forever, I want to tell him I love him. I say none of this. But I must know one thing.

"When we were in the gym, I asked you to do it, I mean I really wanted you to, but you didn't?"

"I didn't because you would have cried afterwards. And that would have spoiled my perfect day."

I cry anyway. Arnold is right, of course. He knew what my body was telling me there in the gym, but understood that I wasn't thinking straight... And he was kind enough not to take advantage of me when I was vulnerable. But when I look at his sweet smiling face I think maybe I really am ready. Now that it's too late.

After awhile it seems there is nothing better to do than go to our afternoon classes. What they are all about I have no idea. We only have eyes for each other.

I have a sense of unease that by mid-afternoon becomes acute. I still don't know his plans for the summer, and I'm afraid to come right out and ask him if they include me. Boys seem able to get their fun and move on. Is it really possible I might never see him again? I ache.

After the last class is over he still hasn't said anything. We are walking past the school office towards the main entrance. Nude Day is officially over, and we are about to join the other students getting dressed outside. Arnold excuses himself to go to the men's room. I'm desperate.

When he comes out, I am sitting on the bench outside the office, filling out a form I just picked up.

"Vivian, what's up?"

"This is an application for an Exploratorium spot. The next available opening is on Wednesday at noon. Can you make it?"

"You know what this means?"

"Yes, very much."

Arnold hesitates before speaking.

"When we were in the gym, it wasn't easy for me to resist. I'm glad I did, and I told you why. But if we go to the Ex, it's going to happen. We both know that. I don't think we can make a good decision today. So let's fill out the application, see each other over the next few days, and decide then. If you change your mind, we just don't show up at the Ex, no hard feelings."

"Agreed." I giggle at the word 'hard'. His latency is clearly over. I have no intention of changing my mind, but it's sweet for him to give me the chance.

Outside, we dress each other tenderly. There are certain indications he is thinking about Wednesday. I grin as I make sure he is in the up position under his tight white briefs. I pat him goodbye.

"Vivian, thank you. This has been a perfect day."

I am crying too much to answer. But on Wednesday, when we have made love, and I lie in his arms, skin to skin, flesh to flesh, bone to bone, I will say the same. 



A Perfect Day



Note: This is another excerpt from a longer story about Jim and Monique, two grieving lovers who find each other on a private island in the South Pacific. This is what happened just after they took that delicious shower together...

-------------------------------

We sat there for a long time before regaining enough strength to rinse off and step out of the shower. We toweled off, and toweled each other off, and stepped into a mutual embrace.

"Mmmm," Monique said. "All that exercise has made me hungry. "What's for breakfast?"

"Why don't you make the omelettes," I suggested, "since you are 'a graduate of the world famous Cordon Bleu.' I'll make some coffee, cut up some fresh fruit, and maybe . . . pour some Mimosas?' 

"Yes!" she said. "Perfect." And so we put on a couple of the white terrycloth bathrobes hanging there and headed downstairs. 

We were both giddy, humming "La Vie en Rose" and snapping each other with dishtowels while we worked. Monique sliced mushrooms and chopped onions, cracked eggs and whisked them in a bowl. She was thrilled to find fresh croissants in a white paper bag on the counter. 

"Where do they come from?" she asked.

"I really don't know," I shrugged. "I just know that every morning when I wake up there is fresh food in the house and fresh flowers on the table. It's not that anybody brings them in. It's just a little more of that magic I was telling you about."

"I like this magic," she said, with a broad grin. And then, adding a wink, "I want more!"

"Oh, I think there will be more," I chuckled.

We sat down at the kitchen table with a couple of omelettes that could have graced the cover of Bon Appetit: absolutely beautiful. Monique seemed so pleased with the kitchen--apparently she had been able to find everything she needed, not only for breakfast this morning but also for dinner last night. Along with the omelettes we had fresh fruit, flaky croissants, real butter, strawberry preserves, Starbucks Caffe Verona, and a couple of Mimosas made with freshly squeezed orange juice and a chilled Veuve Clicquot. I raised a glass to Monique.

"To you, darling," I said, "and the way you have transformed this island."

"To you," she said, as she clinked my glass, "and the way you have transformed . . . almost everything."

There was a moment of meaningful silence as we sipped from our glasses, stared into each other's eyes. And then we dug into breakfast like two people who hadn't eaten in days.

"I have to make a confession," Monique said, at last, glancing up. "I couldn't sleep last night. You know . . . before I came upstairs. I was up, looking around, and I looked into your study. I found your journal."

I stiffened just a bit, wondering if there was anything in my journal I wouldn't want her to see. There were pages and pages of my private grief in there. I had written in an effort to get it all out.

"And?" I asked.

"Well," she said, looking down, "I know I shouldn't have read it, but I had to know what sort of man you were--on the inside. Your 'outside' is gorgeous, and I love your playful personality, but I wanted a peek inside your soul before I took the next step with you. Jim," she said, shaking her head slowly, "what I read was so moving, so beautiful. Wow. Tears were just running down my cheeks. And that's when I knew I wanted to join you in your bed. I was too nervous to do what I really wanted to do, which was hold you and heal you, so I just lay there beside you, and then--you remember--I reached out for your hand."

"That was so tender," I said. "My heart was pounding when you first got into bed, but in those next few minutes I felt a peace wash over me that I haven't felt in a long, long time."

"Me too," she said. "I slept better last night than I have in months."

"I woke up better this morning than I have in months," I said, remembering.

"Oh, my gosh," she said, shivering. "That was amazing. Everything has been amazing. You . . . are an amazing man."

"You," I said, reaching for her hand, pulling it to my lips, kissing the back of it gently.

"It's you." 

--------------------

The kiss on the back of her hand didn't stop there. I began to kiss my way up her arm, lingering on the inside of her elbow, tasting her soft flesh. "Baby," I whispered. "I know I've just had breakfast, but I'm still hungry." 

I didn't wait for her response. I stood up and pulled her to her feet, led her to the couch, and pushed her down with a kind of desperate urgency. She gasped, and looked up at me, wondering what I was going to do next. I dropped to my knees between her thighs, grabbed the lapels of her robe and yanked it open, exposing her firm, ripe breasts. 

The nipples were already hard. 

I leaned in and sucked the left one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around its hardness, tasting its fleshy sweetness. Monique moaned and let her head fall back. I moved up to kiss her throat, to tongue the hollow at its base. I squeezed her breasts in my hands, rolled the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I moved down to lick them again, alternating from left to right until Monique was gasping for breath, begging for more. I moved down farther, opened her robe completely, pulled her hips to the edge of the couch, and dropped my head between her suntanned thighs. I had my hands under the cheeks of her ass, her legs were spread wide, and her pussy was glistening with moisture. 

I had been waiting for this moment since my first glimpse of her pussy, waiting to taste her. I leaned in close and inhaled her aroma. God, it was intoxicating! I leaned in again and exhaled warm breath onto her sopping vulva, making her tremble. 

"Oh, yes, baby!" she crooned. "Do that!"

I did. I hovered just above her pussy, brushing my lips against her silky curls, breathing out warm, moist air on her quivering labia. I did it until I couldn't wait any longer, and then I reached out with the tip of my tongue and touched those sweet, pink lips. She gasped as my tongue made contact, and I murmured with delight. She tasted just like peach nectar. I ran the tip of my tongue along her slippery slit and then sucked her labia into my mouth; first the left and then the right, running my tongue along the smooth underside, making sure I got every drop of juice. I lifted her legs, spread her thighs, until that delicious pussy was completely exposed before me. I began to lick it like an ice cream cone, with long, hard, flat-tongued strokes. 

"Oh, my God!" she cried. "You're going to make me cum!"

I hadn't even zeroed in on her clitoris yet, but now I did, circling it with the tip of my tongue, alternating with warm, wet, fluttering strokes until her back began to arch and her moans got longer and louder. 

"Oh, yesssssss!" she said. "Just like that!"

And then I sucked her clitoris between my lips and strummed the tiny shaft with my tongue until she exploded beneath me, bucking and writhing on the couch, squeezing my head between her thighs, grabbing two thick handfuls of my hair. 

"OHHHHH MYYYYY GODDDDDD!!!" she screamed, her whole body tensing for a full ten seconds, and then going limp as she fell back against the cushions, panting for breath. I waited between her legs, running my palms lightly over her calves and ankles, planting little kisses on her inner thighs.

"Are you OK, Sweetheart?" I asked at last.

"Baby," she moaned, opening her eyes, licking her lips. "That was the most ... mindblowing orgasm!" 

"Well," I said, blushing,

"I was really hungry." 

----------------------------

We spent the rest of the morning recovering, snuggling on the couch, filling each other in on the missing chapters of our lives. When we got hungry we dug around in the fridge and found some yummy things to eat: ham and Swiss sandwiches on rye bread with honey dijon mustard, some of the fruit from breakfast, and the rest of the Veuve Clicquot. There was actually a good bit of the Veuve Clicquot. By the time we finished I was feeling a little lightheaded. I suggested we go out to the hammock and we did. It was another perfect day on the island--not so hot you couldn't bear to be outside but not so cool that you needed any kind of covering. We still hadn't changed out of our terrycloth robes, and so we lay back in the hammock enjoying the buzz from the champagne, listening to the sound of the surf, and letting the gentle breezes caress our faces, tickle our ears.

We slept; I don't know how long. One of the things I love most about this island is that it never matters when or how long you do anything. When you're tired, you sleep. When you're hungry, you eat. And when you wake up beside someone as beautiful as Monique and want to kiss her, well . . . you do. She kissed me back, and for the next little while we suckled each other's lips and tongues lazily, letting the time go by. I felt my cock stirring beneath my robe and moaned in a way that must have given it away. Monique reached down to feel for herself.

"Well!" she exclaimed. "What do we have here?"

And then, in one smooth motion, she pulled my robe open and sucked my cock deep into her mouth. Wow. It felt sooo good! I just lay back in the hammock with my hands behind my head, looking up through the leafy green palm fronds at the brilliant blue sky while Monique's head bobbed up and down on my cock. It seemed so . . . naughty, doing it out there in broad daylight, and she was doing it so well that it wasn't long before I felt my ass clenching, my back arching, my balls tightening until . . . unnnggggghhhhhhh!! I exploded into her mouth and fell back onto the hammock gasping. 

"Baby!" she said, looking up at me, licking her lips. "This is amazing. You taste just like a warm vanilla milkshake!" And then she moved back up to where I was lying and kissed me deep and hard, sucking on my tongue until I could taste that she was right. I did taste like a milkshake (this must be part of the island magic, too. I'm pretty sure I didn't taste like warm vanilla milkshake when I lived in Boston, but I did now). And for some reason kissing her while my taste was still on her tongue was deliciously sexy. It went on for a long time.

Eventually we rolled out of the hammock and went down to the beach for a swim, shedding our robes on the way, enjoying the sensuous feel of warm water swirling around our naked bodies as we swam, splashed, and played in the waves. We showered off when we had had enough and ended up back in the kitchen. 

It was my idea to do something simple for dinner and then watch a movie. It seemed to fit the laziness of the day. I grilled some jumbo shrimp while Monique fixed a big salad and we washed it all down with a couple of bottles of cold Bass ale. I let Monique pick the movie from the thousands of options available to us in the entertainment center and she chose an old favorite: "You've Got Mail," with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan. We were just getting ready to settle onto the couch when she asked if we could have popcorn.

"Of course we can," I said. "We must!"

And so I dug around in the pantry until I found the butter flavor movie style microwave popcorn. Three minutes later I was pouring it into a big bowl and two minutes after that we were settled on the couch and the movie was beginning. It looked great up there on the big plasma screen, and with Monique beside me, and popcorn, it felt just like being at the movies on a date.

Until the movie ended.

"That was so sweet," Monique said, kissing me on the cheek. And then she kissed me again, on the mouth. And then again, with passion. She started fumbling with the belt of my robe.

"Monique," I said, chuckling. "We can't do this again. We've done it like, four times today!"

"I just want to snuggle," she said, opening my robe, throwing her leg across me, straddling me. That's when I felt her warm, moist pussy settle onto my cock and, without any further encouragement, felt it stiffen beneath her. She began to glide up and down gently, lubricating the shaft, until--with a subtle shift of my pelvis--I slipped inside her.

"Oh, yessss, baby," she cooed. "That's all I wanted. A little snuggle time." And so she rocked her hips back and forth as my cock worked itself inside her. She leaned back to let me suck her nipples and then leaned forward to suck my lips. Our sighs were soft as the breeze blowing in through the open windows, our movements easy and unhurried, and when we came it wasn't so much an explosion as the crash and hiss of a wave washing up on the shore and then sliding back out to sea. Monique fell against me, satisfied, spent. 

"I love this island," she murmured.

"Sweetheart!" I whispered,

"I love you."



A Perfect Day



Dedication: To one of my Best Friends - Babe you are truly my inspiration for this one. Thanks

*

Today is an unseasonable warm April day. I'm sitting at work looking at the weather. "Wow it might be in the 80's tomorrow." I think to myself. It's usually in the mid 50's on Earth Day I realize. I begin to daydream about what I will be able to do on my day off when my e-mail alert sounds, startling back into work mode, and I check my e-mail. What a nice surprise it's from you, after seeing the weather you can up with the great idea of going for a ride to enjoy the great weather. "What a fantastic idea" I thought, so I respond to you "pick me up at 10am."

So, I finish the day's work and go home. My night is fills with anticipation for the following day's events. I spend the evening going thru my closet to find the perfect thing to wear. I finally decide on a low cut tank top and a pair jeans. By the time I head off to bed I'm so excited I can barely sleep.

Here it is the morning of April 22nd and I'm sitting in my kitchen just waiting for the tell tale sound of your Harley pulling up the drive. I'm so excited by the time I hear your bike, I dam near jump out of my skin. I grab my jacket and head out the door to great you. There you are, getting off your bike, looking sexy as always. You greet me with a long passionate kiss, hand me a helmet and say "where to?" I reply "Any where". We hop on your Harley and off we go, riding down the highway with my hands on your thighs and my breast against your back, I am totally relaxed.

After riding for about an hour, you say "Why don't we take a break?" I agree and minutes later you pull off into the Urban Forestry Center in Portsmouth and park the bike. "Let's take a walk" you say as you take my hand. I look around and being the middle of spring the place is deserted. You lead me up one of the marked paths, thru the woods. We spend about 30 minutes walking hand in hand and talking about the different plants and animals we are seeing. When suddenly you stop, pull me close and kiss me with such passion and intensity that it makes my legs tremble. The just a suddenly you break your embrace and lead me off the path into the woods.

After walking about a 100 yards in, we come across a fallen tree where we decide to sit for a bit. We start kissing again with the same fever as on the trail. Your kissing has me so worked up I can't keep my hands to myself. I reach over placing my hand on your thigh. I start working my way up your leg to you crotch. When I reach it I feel that I'm not the only one getting excited, you are rock hard. Your erection seems to be straining against your jeans. So it seems to me that the best thing I can do is to release your cock from its confinement, I undo you pants allowing your magnificent member to be free. I slowly and lightly caress the underside of you penis starting at the base working my way to the tip, my touch causes your dick to twitch in anticipation. 

While I am completely mesmerized by the feel of your cock in my hands, you remove my shirt. My nipples harden to your touch. You lean over give each of my nipple a quick lick while fondling my breasts. At this point I am in a state of complete bliss. 

I begin to stroke you cock with a firmer grip, causing a drop of pre cum to be release from your tip. I just can't resist the sight of it, I have to taste you. So I lean over and while looking into your eyes, I slowly take my tongue and with one slow lick I take that drop of cum into my mouth. The taste is just amazing and all I can think about is getting more. I slide myself off the log and onto my knees in front of you. I proceed to run my tongue up the base of you shaft then with one smooth motion I take you cock into my mouth. 

I'm thrilled by the feel of it. The thickness of you causes my mouth to stretch to accommodate you. I slowly take every inch of you deep into my throat and I hold there to savor the moment, as you let out a soft moan. I slide my lips back up you shaft to the head where I lick all the way around before swiftly sucking it back in. I begin sliding you in and out of my mouth while massaging the underside with my tongue. I then take my hand and begin fondling you balls; they feel so soft and heavy in my hand. I am so insanely turn on by the feel and taste of you cock that at this point I am soaking wet. 

I just love the feel of your thick hard member sliding past my lips so much, that I just can't stop. I want; no I need to taste more, to feel more. So I begin to pick up my pace. I am so focused on sucking you cock that I can't hear anything except my heart pounding and your moans. With every sound you make I increase my intensity. All of a sudden I feel you balls tighten and I know that you are getting close and that turns me on even more. I just can stop myself I continue to deep throat you until you explode in my mouth shooting you hot load down my throat. I continue slowly sucking until I have swallowed every last drop of your cum and you cock begins to go soft in my mouth. With that, I release my hold on you, I resume my place on the log next to you, and I look into your eyes and say "Now that's my idea of a perfect day."



A Perfect Day



Author's Note: Those of you who know my stories know I like involved plots and developed characters. That is not what this is. It's just a short, sweet moment in a D/d relationship. Hope you enjoy! - Carnal

*****

John stopped his SUV at the curb to pick up his 21-year old daughter Sara from her off-campus apartment early one summer afternoon. He'd planned for a whole week to rearrange his schedule at work to free up this time. His secretary at the law firm thought he had a "personal matter" to attend to; his wife thought he'd be at work all day. But he was here, for his clandestine meeting with their daughter.

He smiled when he saw her wave at him from the street. She looked adorable and sexy in a simple white dress.

"Hey," she said, when she hopped in.

"Hey, yourself."

They exchanged a quick, conspiratorial glance. John broke into big grin and briefly touched her knee before putting the car in gear in pulling out and towards the freeway. He gave her a tiny wink.

"How's the new place?"

Sara smiled at him and trailed her fingers across his shoulders. 

"Perfect."

"Good. Nice that you're all settled in," he said. He kept one hand on her upper thigh as he drove.

"So how did the most important Senior Partner get away?" Sara asked.

John smiled. "A family matter."

"Oh," said Sara, and they both laughed.

"Classes going ok, hon?" John asked, as he stroked her skin and moved his hand slightly upwards on her thigh.

"Oh yeah . . . things are great." Sarah took his hand and interlaced her fingers with his.

"Mmmm," John made the slightest little moan. "I'm so glad you could make it, babe."

"So am I," she said, as she kissed his hand.

An hour or so later he pulled off a quiet country road onto a dirt path that took them further and further into a wooded landscape dotted with fields. Finally he parked. In the back of the SUV he'd brought a blanket and a little basket.

They held hands as they walked towards the meadow. She smiled at him and he squeezed her hand tighter. Sara looked down to see her nipples hardening and plainly showing through her thin dress. The stiff nubs were poking through the unbound gauzy material which flowed down to the middle of her thighs, making a nice little tent out of her dress. The warm summer air flowed up and around her naked body underneath. She could feel her juices flowing freely into her thighs. She stepped carefully through the tall grass dotted with pink and yellow flowers in her towering wedged heels. Her shaved and smoothly creamed and perfumed skin felt so lovely in the hot wind.

John looked wonderful in the soft blue linen shirt and jeans he'd brought to work with him that day. They had a whole afternoon in the special spot they'd found. It was a hidden meadow entirely surrounded by thick trees, some 50 miles from where they lived. No one ever came here. Miles away they saw a barn, but otherwise no dwellings or houses or cars could be seen or heard. Perhaps in the autumn or winter hunters might stop by, but otherwise it was completely separated from the rest of the world.

John reached over and rubbed her nipples lightly, smiling at her as he tweaked and teased them through the thin material. As soon as they could, they loved playing their little game.

"You want Daddy today, baby?"

Sara felt her clit stiffen and send intense throbs through her belly. It ached for his lips. She wanted to see him suck it today. She wanted to straddle him, look down, and watch his tongue lick her stiff aching clit while he gazed up at her, before she slid down onto his face, and then she wanted to come into his open mouth. 

When they reached the clearing, John spread the thick soft blanket, and they opened the basket. They laughed and chatted over glasses of sparkling wine. John stuck his finger in his and fed some to Sara's lips. She sucked it off, licking her lips and his fingers, and then brought his hand down between her legs, under her dress. She held his eyes, smiling, as she dipped his warm fingers into her pussy. She was so wet. So open and hot and wet. She loved showing him. She loved making him feel what he did to her. 

"Feel me, Daddy? Feel how wet you make me?"

She gasped. His slightest touch made her clit swell and twitch and ache and the wetness just flow unending out of her pussy. She made John feel that deep pool. She loved giving him a feel. It was so hot and so wet. She loved seeing his face. She loved seeing the delight in his eyes. She knew he was thinking of the moment he would slip inside her.

She brought his hand up and smiled as she licked, slowly, every last drop of her wetness from his fingers. He fed her own taste to her mouth. 

"Ahh . . ." John sighed, as the blood rushed to his cock and he felt it swell uncomfortably in his tight jeans. He wanted her on her hands and knees today. He wanted her head down, on the blanket, with her gorgeous ass in the air, spreading her golden pussy nice and wide. He wanted to grab onto her fleshy ass, knead her cheeks and plunge his cock inside her hot, sweet cunt. Up close. Joined hips to ass, nice and deep into that wetness. Only then would he fuck her so nice and slow. He'd draw his cock out and push back in inch by inch. 

They never ever got enough of fucking each other. They reveled in it. They loved their incestuous secret. 

When Sara shaved and waxed every inch of her body that day, it was to please John. 

When John slowly jerked his cock in the shower in the morning, he was thinking "I'm going to fuck Sara today."

After a while, they stood facing each other, and John pulled Sara's dress up and over her shoulders, gently untangling it from her curls, and tossing it aside as Sara kicked off her shoes. Even though the sun was warming her, goose pimples broke out all over her flesh.

John's hands slid down to her rib cage. Right at the juncture with her waist. He loved holding her like this as they smiled into each other's eyes. She was so beautiful. Her breasts were two perfect creamy mounds, full and soft, topped with areolas the shade of pink tulips. And the nipples. Jutting out hard, in a darker tint, about a quarter inch. Glancing down, he saw the beautiful curves of her wide hips spread out, framing her bare, shaved cleft. He could just see her clit and the lips spreading beneath and he couldn't stop his fingers from going there. He felt her, very gently spreading her wetness over her exterior folds, probing her lightly, and ever so slightly pushing upwards into her. 

"You're nice and wet today, baby. Your pussy is nice and wet for Daddy."

Sara moaned a little and spread her legs wider for him. 

"Oh that's nice. Good girl. You like being a good girl for Daddy, baby?"

John felt her clit twitch at his words and her pussy lips spread even further, involuntarily and automatically opening for him. 

Sara unbuttoned his shirt, leaning over to kiss the thick brown hairs as she slowly exposed his chest. She loved his chest hair. She rubbed her cheeks against it loving the smell. She adored his body. Her lips pressed against him and he watched her kiss and lick her way down to his groin. Sara knew he was watching, and so she reached down and took his hand away from her pussy and brought it to her lips. Oh this was so bad, but she couldn't help it. She looked at his ring finger, his hand still shiny with her juices, and licked the wetness off his wedding ring as she gazed up at him.

"You're cheating, Daddy."

"Yes, baby, I know. I can't help it."

Sara slid upwards and they fell into a deep, passionate kiss, his hands in her hair, her arms circling his waist. His mouth opened hers and he tongued her as she pulled his shirt free and reached for his belt. She wanted him free of his clothes, right this minute. She wanted him totally naked, the only thing on his body his wedding ring. She fixated on it. The thought was so hot to her, so naughty. 

John stepped out of his jeans, then his boxers, and Sara gasped and smiled when she saw his hard, curved, beautiful, precious cock. They held hands. Their nakedness felt so good. She felt like Eve in the Garden of Eden. They were naked and free, outside, as the warm sun poured down. John sunk his hands into her silky hair, crushing his lips against hers. Their lust was so beautiful, so perfect.

"You want to 69 with me, baby?"

Sara smiled and nodded. 

"Come here, baby, get on Daddy's face. Get down here."

John lay on the blanket, his huge thighs spread wide displaying that incredible swollen cock, inviting, teasing and tempting her. His chest hair trailed off into his flat stomach, showing his pale skin above the thick forest of hair springing up between his legs. Sara could only think they were in paradise. The gentle breeze caressed their bodies. The smells of grass and flowers were like heaven. His massive, beautiful cock was just part of nature, his body part of the earth. John was holding his arms towards her, beckoning with his hands to get on top of him.

Sara straddled his shoulders, one knee on each side of him in the grass. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto his mouth as she heard him groan. She angled her body so her stiff, erect clit, dripping with her wetness, found his eager tongue. Oh she needed to feel that. John moaned as his tongue found and sucked her stiff little clit. He wanted to taste it as much as she wanted to feel his mouth envelop it. She slowly sunk her hips lower, widening her thighs, exposing as much of herself as she could, giving him her pussy, opening wide so he could have it all. 

John was simply in heaven. Her slick, wet, tangy juices coated his face as he buried his mouth and tongue inside her. He made muffled moans and groans, his mouth full of her pussy. He couldn't get enough. She wiggled her ass and hips, giving him easier access, as she felt his warm, strong hands on her inner thighs keeping her spread as wide as she could go. He wanted all of it, all of her. 

Sara then leaned forward and settled her elbows on his hips—just looking at his cock, and then gently caressing it. They had all the time in the world to suck and look and taste and touch. She moaned as she licked his entire cock, slowly, from the base to the tip. Her long nails teased his balls and inner thighs. Daddy's cock . . . the thought was just as hot as the real object. Daddy's big beautiful cock, mmmmmmm . . .

The leaves in the trees and the rustling grass murmured along with the gentle sounds of their lovemaking. Their moans and sighs seemed a part of nature, innocent and peaceful and inevitable. 

Sara loved licking her father's cock. Savoring the taste and the silky smooth skin, but most of all knowing it was his. Every lick said "I love you." She nestled her hips down and settled in, and they gave in to a feast, devouring each other's bodies. No one made her feel like this but her father. He was the source of all her desire and she gave in to it completely. Every pulse of his cock sent tremors to her pussy that she knew he could taste and feel, which in turn made his cock jump and swell in her mouth. It was a perfect circuit of mutual desire. 

As Sara felt her orgasm getting closer, she began to rock her hips harder, back and forth on his face, and only then did she take his primed, sensitive dick deep into her mouth, as deep as she could. It was already slick from her licks and his dripping cum and slid easily in, all the way to the back of her throat. She knew John could not stand too much of this. That as soon as he got deep in her throat he'd need to come, or pull out and fuck her, so she went slow. She heard him groan, and instantly begin to pump her mouth. Oh fuck. Being stuffed full of his cock, feeling every little pulse of his arousal, pushed her quickly to her first climax. She gasped, drawing her mouth off him. It was too much. She clutched at his thighs as she concentrated on what he was doing. He had taken his fingers and was fucking her hole while sucking hard on her clit, intent on making her come. 

Sara rocked back and forth, grinding her clit hard on his mouth, his cock forgotten. She knew she'd take care of him soon. Now she had to come.

"Daddy!" she began to gasp. "Daddy! Make me come! Make me come! Oh I'm going to come, I'm going to come!"

John pulled her even tighter onto his mouth, knowing the signs, and trying to hold her bucking hips still. 

Sara's eyes became dreamy and unfocused. She gazed at the clouds as the pleasure started. A slow spark, from his tongue on her clit, igniting a fire that spread to the rest of her pussy, into her hips and thighs. She cried out, suddenly as it hit her. Her upper body slammed downwards as her thighs shook uncontrollably with her orgasm. Her ass and hips and thighs, spasming, shaking, trembling as she exploded on John's tongue. 

Fuck! John loved this! Her salty wetness flooding his mouth and her clit twitching on his tongue! Her cum oozing all over his face as her lovely thighs trembled, the taut muscles jumping in electrifying pleasure. He sunk his tongue deeply into her vagina when she came, wanting to feel the muscles gripping him and drink in every bit of her juices. He could only think "Come for me baby! Come for Daddy! Come in Daddy's mouth!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" The beauty of her pleasure spread out into the sky. It was so wonderful. 

Mmmm Sara moaned sweetly. Oh, God. How perfect. 

Sara loved the few moments after she'd come almost as much as the orgasm itself. She loved being totally vulnerable to him. She loved keeping her wet, twitching pussy spread wide so he could see every single little detail of her pleasure. John loved it, too. He gently kissed the inside of her tender thighs, and just touched her labia. He could see everything. He could see her vagina still opening and closing. His daughter's beautiful pussy right after an orgasm was the most intense sight he'd ever beheld.  

Mmmmm, and that sweet, deep hole, beckoning. 

Sara wiggled her hips a little more, knowing exactly what he was thinking. When he made her come by sucking her clit, it was only a little prelude. She held his cock with her hand, now, tightly, at the base, signaling to him that she knew he wanted to fuck her. She liked having him gaze at her vagina while she held his dick and the arousal and desire built up again, as the knowledge sunk in that soon they'd really be fucking each other. 

Sara murmured as she wiggled her ass, "You want to fuck my pussy, Daddy?"

John could only groan, "Oh fuck yes, baby!"

"You want to stick your cock inside my tight little hole?" Sara teased him.

John moaned as he shifted her around to face him, turning her so her thighs straddled his groin. 

"Don't put me inside you yet, baby. Not yet," John said. "Let me just look at you."

Sara smiled. 

Her eyes beamed her love and joy at him. John watched as she started to put on a show. She loved doing this for him—grinding on his hardness without letting him penetrate her. John could not help murmuring, "You're so sexy, baby. You're so beautiful," as Sara reveled and basked in his gaze. She held her breasts, pushing them together. She offered them up freely, her body at one with the landscape, her nakedness, their lust, as sweet and pure as the air they breathed. She traced one long fingernail across her nipples as John watched. Sara's breasts swelled and her nipples throbbed under his lustful eyes. She crushed them together, squeezing and teasing, running her hands over her beautiful tits again and again as she felt his cock jerking under her. 

"Do you like my breasts?" Sara's voice blended into the wind. Oh how she loved showing him! She decided to lean backwards so she could push them up higher and higher, so the soft mounds stuck out far from her body and the stiff hard nipples jutted upwards. Her pussy got wetter and wetter the longer she displayed her tits in such a wanton manner. 

John could take it no longer and sat up, keeping her bent backwards, but drawing her hips and legs closer to his. He slid his big hands up from her waist, noting the flash of gold as the sun hit his wedding band, stroking and caressing her skin, traveling up towards the luscious peaks beckoning to his mouth. Such perfect, soft, gorgeous tits his daughter had. He could play with them all day.

"Mmm fuck, baby girl . . . what you're doing to your Daddy. . ." he said as his mouth closed over one taut, straining nipple.

Sara gasped and moaned, her eyes latched onto the blue sky. Tremors shot from her nipples straight to her pussy as John sucked and sucked and she arched her back higher and higher. 

"Suck me, Daddy! Suck me into your mouth!"

"Mmm, mmm," John groaned. He squeezed her full breasts so he could feast on her succulent pink nipples. He raked his tongue back and forth across the sensitive tips, swirled it around, teasing her, then gently nipping and biting. All day he'd been thinking about her nipples, and here they were hard and hot under his tongue. He sucked as much as he could into his mouth until he hear Sara gasping "Daddy! Oh!" 

John growled in his throat. He couldn't take it anymore. His cock was demanding to feel her soft wet cunt. He could not wait. He drew Sara up so she was facing him, still straddling his hips, her tortured nipples red and swollen and bearing gentle marks from his sucking. 

John's thighs were strained tight and his arms shook. He wedged his daughter's legs wide open, and gripped the base of his thick cock. They both looked down at what he was doing, entranced. 

"Open a little wider, baby, that's good, there we go . . . oh yes," John whispered as they both watched his huge cockhead pushing up into her slit. 

He smiled into her eyes and she smiled back. This was so dirty, and they loved it so much! 

"Tell me what you want, baby, tell Daddy!" John moaned, as his cock throbbed with every word, aching to get inside her. 

Sara opened legs wider and moved his hand so she could grab hold of the base of his cock. He seemed impossibly big. 

"Push it inside me," she whispered.

"Ohhhh fuck!" John groaned. His hips were straining so hard holding back, but he wanted to go nice and slow. 

"Easy, easy, baby, that's it," he whispered, as Sara held him steady and slowly moved her hips forward until her opening was just hovering on the tip. She then moved her arms to his shoulders to steady herself while John took over on his cock, holding it straight and firm as his hips began to push forward.

"Oh, GOD!" Sara cried out. "Oh!" 

"Yesssss, baby, yessss," John moaned as they both luxuriated in the deep slow slide of his cock inside her. 

Sara gasped as she watched it entering her. Her slick, tight pussy was being slowly invaded. Heavy, hot lust had them in its grasp. Oh it felt so good, so wonderful, so delicious. Her eyes were riveted on the sight of him splitting her, filling her, stuffing her hungry cunt. Her father had the biggest cock she'd ever seen. He had to stop, only halfway buried inside, to allow her to adjust to his size. He pushed slightly to work up her wetness and lubricate his dick. 

"You ready for more, baby?" John whispered.

"Yes!" Sara gasped, "Yes, more! Give it to me!"

No matter how many times they fucked, they never tired of the thrill of breaking this taboo, and they always took their time getting his cock inside her. Every inch he pushed inside her felt unbearably wonderful. Their eyes locked as their ultimate lustful fantasy was fulfilled. 

"Mmmm, Daddy's fucking you, honey!"

"Yes," Sara smiled in response, giving his cock a little squeeze with her pussy. What a wicked pair they were! They loved it so much! 

"Here we go," John said as he pushed all the way in. "Uh!" he groaned, as he found himself completely buried. 

Sara wrapped her legs tightly around his hips. Her pubic bone was mashed against his and the opening of her vagina was completely, deliciously stretched wide around the base of his dick. She could feel him! From the base to the head, embedded tight and deep. She wanted to faint from pleasure. Not only from the feel of his cock filling her pussy so well but the thrilling thought of their incest. The word, the idea, coursed throughout her body with electric excitement. They were performing the most unnatural act in the midst of the most beautiful world. How wrong, and perfect, and good it felt! 




A Perfect Day



They simply could not get enough of it. Nothing had ever felt as good, to either of them. John moaned with pure delight. His daughter's tight pussy wrapped so perfectly around his dick. He pushed up harder into her, wedging his cockhead as deep as it would go. They weren't shy about it. 

"You feel that?" he moaned. "How deep I am, baby?"

"Yes," Sara groaned as the bloated head pressed up inside against a deep, aching spot that sent waves of excruciating pleasure through her body. 

They stayed tensely still for a few minutes as he just throbbed huge and full in her belly. Daddy's cock buried to the hilt inside his sweet little girl. They were in heaven!

"Did you know it would feel this good, Daddy?" Sara whispered. "When we started? Did you crave your little girl and dream about being inside her?"

"Yes, baby," John said. "I did."

"Mmmmm . . . so bad, Daddy. Lusting after your daughter!"

"I couldn't help it, baby. You're so sexy."

"You knew your little girl needed your big cock. That nothing else would do."

"Is it good, baby? Does Daddy feel good inside you?"

Sara moaned in response and started working her hips up and down, urging him to start fucking her. 

"Oh, yes," John moaned as he joined in her rhythm. They kissed sweetly as they began to fuck, moving back and forth, John sliding his cock in and out of her slick wet channel. Her clit pushed hard against him with each slow slide downwards, increasing her pleasure and making her wetness gush down her thighs.

John held Sara's hips still as they rocked back and forth, slowly but steadily increasing the pace. They both watched his slick cock push in and draw out, shiny and so hard. The sight of it seemed to do something to Sara and she threw back her head and thrust her hips forward. 

"Fuck me now, Daddy, fuck me," she murmured. Her mind was totally fixated on his cock. The pleasure was quickly gathering at the base of her vagina, deep inside where his hard cockhead was hitting. Oh, she wanted to come for him. The sight of that slippery hard muscle plowing her pussy was too much. She wanted to come all over it while he was raging hard and fucking her, so he could see how good it made her feel. She closed her eyes in concentration, panting and making tiny little grunts with each thrust. Oh she loved this, she loved fucking him, she loved it so much! Nothing in the world was as good as this! His cock beat out a steady rhythm, harder and harder.

John held her now trembling thighs, her weakened body, as his cock drove relentlessly into her. Again he felt her shaking. Oh his little baby was going to come! He watched his cock, still fantastically hard, fucking her hot pussy, wanting to see her cum drip all over it! 

Sara was crying and gasping, getting closer and closer, her mind thinking only now of the sweet pleasure he was evoking. He was going to push her over the edge! His hard cock fucked her so nicely, so perfectly! The pleasure gathering, focusing, concentrating, oh here it comes! 

"Oh don't stop Daddy!" she cried out as her back arched in a deep semi-circle and she threw her head backwards with eyes tightly clenched. "Ohhhhh," she moaned as the sweet waves of ecstasy broke like an ocean from deep within her pussy. Oh Daddy was making her come and come and come.

John watched her come on his throbbing dick. He felt it and saw it, saw glistening spurts of wetness gush around his cock as her interior muscles shook and clenched at his prick. 

"Come for Daddy baby, come on my cock, oh I can see it, baby" he murmured over and over as she never seemed to stop coming. "Oh what a good girl . . ."

Sara gasped in amazement and joy. His dear cock, she loved it so much! She wanted to come again and again and again. She could feel another one building, right on the edge of this one. She fucked back on him, urging him not to stop. 

"More, Daddy, more!" she cried.

John gently flipped her over onto the blanket, intent now on rutting into his daughter from behind. He wanted to fuck her like an animal, like a bull in the fields. His cock was huge, so swollen and hard! He could not stop. He had to go harder now.

"Here we go, baby" he said through gritted teeth. "Here we go!"

Sara screamed and bit the blanket as her father thrust into her. They had done this many times, but there was always a touch of shyness and a little fear as their fucking got more primal and intense. She lost her grip on her rational mind and began to grunt and scream with each hard rocking plunge of his cock. Her hands gripped the blanket in tight fists as he pushed her towards an ever more depraved orgasm.

John heard her long deep moans. The sweetness and beauty of the day could not stop this! They were two animals out in nature fucking their brains out. The harder he fucked her the more he could not stop the stream of dirty words from issuing out of his mouth. He wanted to make her scream louder into the wilderness, there was no one to hear!

"Take my cock, baby girl, take Daddy's cock!" he intoned as his hips pounded her and her ass cheeks jiggled wildly with the violence of his thrusts. He grasped her hips tightly to give himself some leverage, pulling on whatever extra flesh he could find. Sara was tearing at the blanket, her face mashed into the ground. She could smell dirt and grass. 

"Fuck me, fuck me," Sara whispered quietly as each hard slam into her ass pushed her forward. Oh this was so wrong! Her father was fucking the living shit out of her and she was loving it. She loved when he got this wild. She heard him panting and grunting and swearing as he stopped for a second to reposition himself, a little higher, to get a better angle, and then she screamed loudly when she felt his cock slam into her and rake against her interior from a new position and pace. Harder, faster, deeper, his hands mauling her ass.

John was sweating as he fucked her, his baby girl! Her pussy so hot and wet, driving him crazy. Again and again he pounded her, grunting out "That's it, that's it!" The sensitive glans on the head of his cock was raking back and forth in her tight pussy with his short hard strokes, pushing him closer and closer. His eyes were squeezed shut as he began to feel the explosion building, trembling in the backs of his thigh, his ass clenching and unclenching with each thrust, his balls drawn up close and tight.

"AWWWW FUCK!!" John let out a huge roar. "FUCK, SARA, BABY GIRL, HERE IT COMES!!" 

Sara screamed at the top of her lungs as she began to come along with him. 

John grunted loudly with each squirt of his cum, each hot hard blast of semen jetting out of his cock deep, deep into Sara's belly. "Oh" he moaned in delirious, blinding pleasure. "Daddy's coming for you, baby, coming all for you baby girl. . ."

He collapsed on her, his heart beating wildly, sweat pouring off him and dripping onto her. He kissed her shoulders and back and stroked her arms. 

"Oh that was so good, baby, so good . . ."

Sara smiled, "Mmmmmm, yes Daddy. . ."

They held onto each other, quieting their bodies. The tall flowers gently moved with the breeze, the clouds continued to slowly drift in the sky.

John whispered "I love you, baby."

Later, Sara lay on her back while John looked down at her from a raised elbow, feeding her. They were laughing and talking.

"So, are all those credits finally adding up to something?" John demanded.

"Yes," Sara laughed. "I told you. Journalism."

"Right, good choice. I can see that."

Sara gazed into his hazel eyes. "I love you."

John kissed her, "I know, baby."

That night, John back at home and Sara in her apartment fell into a deeply peaceful, much needed, restful sleep.

It had been the perfect day.



A Perfect Day



I wake up in the morning to something pulling at my ankle. I wearily open my eyes to see you fastening a rope around my ankle and attaching it to the bed post then begin working on the other ankle. I look up and see that my wrists have already been secured and I'm spread on the bed unable to move. I'm naked, though I didn't go to sleep that way, and so are you. 

When I'm securely restrained you walk over to the dresser and pull out a leather paddle. You come back to the bed and kneel between my spread legs. You slowly and lightly run your fingers up and down my legs, grazing my inner thighs and stopping just before you reach my now wet pussy. One more run up and down and you grab the paddle. You smack it lightly in your hand a few times and warn me not to make a sound. I nod my head in agreement knowing it is not my place to speak a word.

You begin smacking the paddle against my legs, lightly at first, then harder and harder still. My face winces, but I make no noise. You begin moving up my body, smacking my pussy with the paddle a few times, and I feel myself grow wetter. You continue up hitting my stomach, then my breasts. I take ever hit without a noise, knowing that when you are done with the paddle I will be rewarded. You move back down, smacking lighter then harder against my bare skin. 

When my skin has turned bright red and bruises have started forming on my thighs, you toss the paddle to the floor and begin your light touch up and down my body once more. Your touch stings against my sensitive thighs, but I still make no sound. You run your fingers back up my legs and this time against my pussy lips. I sigh with pleasure. I know this is what I've been waiting for. I lay still as you begin moving a finger slowly over my clit making me so wet and wanting to feel you deep inside me. You insert one finger, then a second, slowly and deeply into my pussy, then out again. In and out, faster and faster. 

You rub your thumb over my clit as you work your fingers inside me hitting my g spot over and over. 

You bend down and kiss my soft skin, moving up toward my breasts. You gently take my nipples into your mouth, nibbling and sucking lightly, making me want to squirm with the pleasure you are invoking on my breasts and pussy. You kiss up further still along my neck and shoulders, my cheeks, and finally my lips. You kiss them lightly at first, then harder and deeper, passionately. 

Suddenly you stop touching me and have moved away. I'm left wanting, waiting. You kneel by my head, then slowly lower your raging hard cock over my face. I gladly receive your gift into my mouth and lick and suck diligently. You straddle my face as I suck you harder and harder, taking you deep into my throat, and you begin thrusting even deeper still, fucking my mouth slowly. You bend forward and begin to lick my clit and soaking wet pussy as I suck your cock, letting you fuck my throat. 

When you can't wait any longer, you move off of me and turn around again, slapping my breasts and face before thrusting hard and deep into my pussy. I can't help myself but to moan in pleasure, but I know that pleasure is a noise you love to hear. You fuck me hard and fast, deeper and deeper with each thrust, and I take you in, every thrust, feeling the ecstasy of your every move. Suddenly I climax, hard, around you and you push even harder as I tighten around your cock. You pound hard and deep, and as I start to release, you find your own climax and cum deep inside me, not stopping until you've unloaded every last drop.

You roll over and begin to untie my wrists, kissing them lightly where the rope had cut into them. You trail your fingers tenderly over my breasts and thighs as you move down to my ankles and untie and kiss them as well. Then you collapse back on the bed as I get up to go take a shower. I know I don't have long before you'll be ready for your breakfast.

I take my shower quickly, my tender skin stinging in the hot water. Then I get out and dry off, dressing myself in your chosen lingerie for today, a tight purple and black corset with matching lace panties and slim black stilettos. I go out to the kitchen as you doze on the bed and begin cooking you breakfast which I then bring to you in bed. 

You ready yourself for work after eating as I wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen. You leave for work with a gentle kiss goodbye and head to your office. I begin my daily chores, cleaning the house and preparing what I need to for tonight's dinner. I casually glance at the cameras around the house as I work and smile, putting on a show for you as I know you are watching me from your office. 

As I am fixing myself lunch, I receive a call from you. This isn't a normal part of my day, and I'm afraid I've done something wrong. You tell me you want me to go to the couch after I finish eating and masturbate for you. You say I'm your good girl and that you know I won't cum until you call me to say I may.

I finish eating and clean my dishes, excited by this change in my routine. I go to the livingroom and take my place on the couch. I slide off my panties and begin to slowly rub my clit before dipping a finger inside my very wet pussy. I finger harder and harder before adding a second finger. Then I rub my clit with my other hand. I'm close to bursting, wanting to cum so badly, but I know I mustn't or I'll be punished when you get home. I finger hard and fast then slow and easy then pick up the pace again. I know you are enjoying watching me, and it brings me pleasure. I keep fingering, rubbing my clit, writhing as I hold back my orgasm. 

After what seems like forever, my phone finally rings. I answer and you tell me to ask you for what I want. I beg you to please let me cum, and you finally tell me to let myself release. I scream loudly as I orgasm hard and long, and I hear the pleasure in your voice when I finally finish and you tell me I am a good girl.

When I hang up the phone I slip my panties back on and go about the rest of my day as usual, happy that I was able to bring you some extra pleasure during your day. When you come home from work, I am ready by the door, kneeling as usual, holding a tray with your favorite scotch above my head. You take your drink, and I lower the tray. You run your fingers through my hair and down my face lingering under my chin before you lift my face to see the smile on yours.

You have enjoyed yourself greatly today, and I am pleased and excited by your pleasure. You go into the living room and sit down in your favorite chair, and I follow a few paces behind. As you sit you undo your pants and lean back, closing your eyes. I kneel before you and wait for my order, knowing not to touch you until you have told me to do so.

Finally you tell me to begin, and I reach forward and remove your cock from your pants and slowly begin to run my tongue up and down your shaft, down to your balls which I slowly take into my mouth, then back up again. I wrap my lips around your tip and slowly graze my tongue over it and into your slit. Then I move slowly down your shaft, taking you as deep as I can, then back up, down a little faster this time, then up again. Each time I go a little faster, suck a little harder until I get into a steady rhythm. You sigh with pleasure, and I know I'm doing this just the way you like. 

I feel you stiffen harder and harder in my mouth, and as I feel you are about to cum, I stop as I always do and kneel back, waiting for my gift. You stand and begin stroking your cock, pointing down toward my waiting mouth. As you begin to cum, you thrust into my mouth, down my throat and pump your load inside me. I swallow every drop and lick you clean. You sink back down into your chair and take a sip of your drink before leaning your head back and closing your eyes, a smile spreading across your lips.

I get up and head to the kitchen where I finish preparing dinner. When everything is ready and set on the table, I come back to your chair and kneel beside you, waiting. You have heard me come in and slowly rise from your chair. I wait for you to leave the room before rising and taking your empty glass from the side table. I refill your drink and bring it to you where you sit at the table. I kneel beside you and wait for your permission to join you at the table. You tell me to sit, and I take my chair beside you. We eat dinner with lively conversation about our days and how pleased you were with our afternoon fun. We discuss our plans for the weekend and have other normal conversation. 

After you finish eating, you head to the living room and turn on the television as I clean up the table and wash the dishes. I come in and you invite me to sit beside you on the couch, something that I have come to enjoy greatly in our evenings. I lay against you with your arm around me, gently trailing down my arm and over my breasts as I glide my fingers over your thighs. 

Suddenly you stand and take my hand, pulling me off the couch. I know what you are thinking, and I'm excited as you spin me around and bend me over supporting myself on the couch. You yank my panties down and undo my corset freeing my breasts. I hear you slide off your own clothes before you reach out and run your hands over my bare ass. You massage it lightly then smack it playfully, then once more. Then you begin to smack harder. I feel your hand hit harder and harder with each swing, and I love the feel of it against my skin, the stinging sensation as it slaps so hard. 

You stop smacking and grab my hips hard, pulling me back against your erection. I love the feel of you rubbing against me and smile as you slide into my tight, wet pussy. You begin slow, taking long deep strokes, then you speed up going faster and faster. You smile with the memory of me masturbating on this very couch after lunch and begin thrusting harder and harder. I feel myself getting close, but I won't let myself cum, not until you tell me. You thrust harder and hard, and I begin to feel you get harder inside me. 

"Cum, now," you scream as you keep thrusting. I release around you, feeling myself tighten at the same moment that you shoot your load deep inside me. You finish cumming and pull out of me, turning me around as I drop to my knees. I take you into my mouth and clean both of our fluids from your still-hard cock. When I finish, you leave me kneeling there, telling me not to move. I hear you go into the bedroom and wonder what you are doing.

You come back several minutes later and tell me to follow you. We go into our bathroom, and I see that you have run a hot bath. You tell me to take off my shoes and climb into the tub, you are going to bathe me. This is my reward for pleasing you so well this afternoon. I get in and feel the hot water sting against my freshly spanked ass. I sit in the water and begin to relax as you pour soap on a loofa and begin massaging my body with the sudsy sponge. You wash my breasts, down my stomach and legs before having me lean forward so you can wash my back. You use a cup to pour water over my soapy skin, washing away the remains with your hand. I love your tender touch, the sensitive way you handle my body, stroke my hair. I finish my bath and stand up, and you wrap a soft towel around me, drying my body. I stand still as you rub the towel over every inch of me. 

You stand and look at me with love in your eyes, and this is why I know that everything I do is worth it. Seeing that love, seeing that joy and excitement on your face, makes me feel like the happiest and luckiest woman alive. We head to the bedroom and I put on the pink, silk nighty you have laid out for me. We crawl into bed, and you pull me into your arms, whispering in my ear that I'm yours and you are pleased with me, that I'm your good girl and that you love me. I fall asleep in your arms, a blissful smile on my lips. This was a perfect day.



A Perfect Day for a Cock



* * * * *

Click Here to listen. (5 min/mp3)

* * * * *

Harry's strange, that's it and not a lot more can really be said about it. He looks normal, talks normal and the way he normally acts is normal, it's just the way he doesn't normally act that isn't normal, it's a little strange. Now strangeness isn't always bad, sometimes it's funny, sad or even boring but one thing strangeness always is, is strange.

Take yesterday, Harry did. He took yesterday and declared it a perfect day for a cock. Now there are plenty of guys who have their own ideas of what a perfect day for a cock might be, most involving willing women and large blocks of free time. Of course when asked about it all, Harry's perfect day for a cock also included willing women and blocks of free time. So as you can see, Harry is strange, but also not strange enough to leave women and time out of his equation.

Now Harry did take a broader look at everything than most people did and besides women and time Harry also considers the weather, and then most importantly, the perfect day for a cock involves spectators. Okay, so when he listened to the weather report he knew yesterday had possibilities. The day would start out cool but then warm up to a comfortable seventy degrees. Very nice.

I had not paid much attention to the local events, I was just in town visiting so while I knew the weather was going to be nice, and as Harry might put it, the weather was extra nice for cocks, I didn't realize what else was happening. It wasn't until I stumbled into the traffic jam on the freeway, turned on my car radio and heard them warning me to avoid the traffic jam, that I learned that the traffic jam I was stuck in was none other than the Houston Marathon traffic jam. An unofficial Houston Marathon traffic jam, but a traffic jam anyway.

While I was in the traffic jam it all came to me, the weather, a perfect day for cocks, and the marathon: meaning time, spectators and women. Instead of finding a way to weave around the traffic, I dove into the middle of it in a frantic effort to get to Harry before the race began, otherwise the results would be disaster.

Bumper to bumper we crept into the city, then along the narrow streets to the parking lot near the start. I the distance I could see the Reliant Center, the football stadium where the race was starting this year. Quickly walking, then running across the parking lot I got to the starting line just minutes after Harry started his race. All I could do now was find out where the finish line was and make sure I was there to lessen the damage he would inevitably do.

Although the race was over twenty three miles long, the finish line was not to far away from where I was since they snaked the course through the streets of the city. It actually curved back very close to the starting line in a couple of areas, so people witnessing the start could also see parts of the race while in progress and then could walk some and see the end. 

While heading for the finish line I could hear a commotion as the runners passed some of the nearby curves. Each time I heard the noise I rushed over to get a look but couldn't get close enough to see anything. There was something happening, but I had no idea what it could be. Finally giving up on catching a glimpse of the race in progress, I hurried over to the finish line to await whatever mess Harry had happening.

For a while it seemed things may be okay as the leaders of the race came in without incident. A bit later the first of the top women crossed the finish line and I sighed in relief. My sigh was short lived because suddenly I heard a lot of screaming and laughing. I turned to see a single male runner heading for the finish line with his cock hanging out of his pants.

The police scurried to grab him, but almost immediately, three more men crossed the finish line with their cocks hanging out. A few more police rushed in to grab these men, but just as they did, they looked down the street in amazement. A cluster of maybe thirty men rounded the corner, each with his cock flopping in the warm breeze.

By then the crowd was getting angry so the police released the cock runners and simply backed away as now the first of the women were finishing, and as they finished they quickly paired off with the men in a sudden and impromptu orgy. It was only then I noticed old Harry heading toward the finish line surrounded by a large group of men, all with their cocks out as they chanted, "Harry, Harry, Harry..." All I could do was pull out my cock and join in the Perfect Day for a Cock festivities.

  



A Perfect Day of Golf



It was an absolutely perfect day for golf. You seriously could not ask for anything better. Not a cloud in the sky, warm without being hot, and a perfect gentle breeze blowing in from the ocean. Best of all, it was Monday. The weekend crowds had all gone back to work, and we basically had the course to ourselves.

Our group consisted of me, my wife Jackie, and another couple we had been friends with for years -- Alex & Alexis. No, seriously. They were Alex & Alexis. No shit. Believe me; we teased them mercilessly, and so did everyone else. But the cool thing about Alex & Alexis was that they didn't give a crap. They'd heard it all before, and they would just tease back. Truth be told, they were a hell of lot of fun to hang out with. Alex could easily be mistaken for a nerd if you didn't know better. He was a computer tech or programmer or something. I don't know exactly. I do know he worked for some big company for years before he got laid off. Normally, this would suck. But Alex somehow wound up working as a "consultant", whatever that was, for the same company plus a few competitors. He managed to triple his salary and only had to work three or four days a week. He could talk about computers like a nerd-maniac, but he somehow avoided actually being a nerd. With his time off he was a regular here at the golf course and also at the gym. For a guy well into his thirties he was in great shape. He dressed well -- very non-nerd—and best of all, he had a genuine trophy wife.

Alexis worked as a grade school teacher years ago, but gave it up when the consulting money started to roll in. She was gorgeous. A perfect ten. Her father was an American and her mother was Korean. As a result, she received the fabulous cocoa colored skin and smooth, jet-black hair from her mother's side and the long, tall frame of her 6'4" father that the full Koreans normally lacked. The result was, basically, perfection. She was tall, very slim, in great shape from joining Alex at the gym all the time, with soft smooth skin that just begged to be touched. She kept her hair cut just past shoulder length in a straight style that framed her mostly round face exquisitely. It was a perfect choice, because it actually managed, at least sometimes, to draw eyes to her face instead of her chest. A woman as tall as Alexis needed fairly sizable breasts to complement her body. Alexis' did this fabulously. They were big, but not huge. And even without a bra they stood well against the forces of gravity. The best thing about Alexis, though, wasn't even her looks. Her best trait was her happiness. It was infectious. You simply could not be in a bad mood around Alexis. She was the kind of person who lit up a room as soon as she entered it. Her beauty, her friendliness, and her enjoyment of life made her an absolute pleasure to be around.

We had all been friends for almost a year now, since Alex & first met at the gym. We started hanging out, playing golf together & getting beers together. When our wives met, they got along perfectly as well. This was no surprise really, first of all because everybody got along with Alexis. Second, though, was that they had so much in common. My wife, Jackie, had been a teacher as well. Like Alexis, she decided to give it up when my business landed a few government contracts that basically bought our ticket to easy street. Very quickly Jackie & Alexis became close friends, meeting regularly for lunch, workouts, girls night out parties, you name it.

Alexis wasn't necessarily a trophy wife, but she was damn good looking as well. She was your stereotypical Nordic blonde; very pale skinned, striking blond hair that she kept in a cute-as-hell short bob that framed her face and long, sexy neck. Her chest wasn't nearly as large as Alexis' but was shaped nicely. You couldn't see now under her golf shirt & sports bra, but I happened to know that they had nice, small nipples that could grow quite large and very hard when she was aroused. They were incredibly sensitive. With some effort, she could be coaxed to orgasm without laying a hand on anything other than her nipples. Of the four of us, Jackie was in the best shape. Her abdomen was flat as could be, and her whole body toned like an athlete. She worked hard on her body, and she took great pleasure in enjoying the rewards. She was not shy, and in fact was a bit of an exhibitionist. She loved to flirt & tease in public, and we had a fairly good sized collection of digital pictures we had taken of her in various levels of undress in places like beaches, parks, and some particularly hot shots in parking lots as would leave nightclubs a little drunk.

It was this little habit that brought the four of us to the golf course today. Jackie & Alexis were taking -- as best friends tend to do -- about some photos we'd snapped last week at this golf course. Nothing too risky; just some shots of her lifting her skirt, bending over to pick up her ball, that king of thing. Jackie, by the way, very rarely wears panties when we go out somewhere. Well, apparently Alexis talked her into showing her the pictures, and then the cat was out of the bag. According to Jackie, Alexis got quite turned on, and wanted to see more and more of the pictures we had collected through the years. Jackie -- not shy, remember? -- shared freely, showing her increasingly racy pictures that apparently turned her on more and more.

Alex told me she couldn't stop talking about it. She'd come home that night, he said, and fucked him like they were teenagers again several times through the night. He's come home once a couple days ago and caught her on the computer, masturbating to some public sex pictures. "Much more that simple flashing" is what he'd described them as. Alex didn't seem to have a problem with this at all, and in fact, assured me he was enjoying the substantial boost to his sex life.

The girls got together for lunch a few days ago, made some plans, and next thing you know, here we are at the golf course packing Alex & Alexis' new -- quite nice -- digital camera. I'd become accustomed to Jackie's exhibitionism, so I had no problem with the outing at all. Hundreds of people had seen Jackie naked, or partially naked, so two more was perfectly cool with me. Alexis was obviously eager, and had confided in Jackie that she was now masturbating at least twice a day as she fantasized about what she wanted to do. She was nervous at the same time though, which is why Jackie & I were here. She insisted on having us with her for her first trip into the world of this particular fetish. The only one in our foursome I was a little concerned about was Alex. He'd assured me that everything was cool, but I wasn't entirely convinced. I told him that we would leave, or turn away, or whatever if he got at all uncomfortable. He thanked me, but swore he was fine with the whole arrangement.

We teed off at 10:00. We all played golf fairly regularly, so we moved along quickly. Alex was winning as we completed the second hole. The third hole was significant, I knew, because this was when the course turned out of the view of the clubhouse. Jackie knew this as well, and -- not shy -- she let Alexis know that it was almost show time with a challenge.

"Okay...we'll make a bet. The one with the highest score on this hole loses and has to pose for a topless shot on the green."

Alexis didn't even blink. "Deal."

The hole was short...a par three. Alexis shot first. A perfect 7 iron right onto the green. Jackie followed with a nice enough shot that came about 30 yards short of the green. I smiled to myself because I figured she did it on purpose.

Sure enough, Alexis was the winner by one stroke.

"Okay honey, pay up." I said as I removed the lens cap of our camera.

She simply smiled, gave a quick glance around, and pulled her shirt & sports bra over her head. She tossed them to me and struck a pose with the flagstick.

Click.

Alex's eyes were wide. He was staring at Jackie's tits. She noticed, and it was like throwing fuel on a fire. Jackie loved when guys looked at her. She smiled. "Like what you see, Alex?"

He turned away, his face turning red.

"It's Okay. You can look all you want. That's the whole point." She pinched her nipple.

Click.

He looked at Alexis, as if to seek permission. She smiled and nodded her approval.

I threw her shirt back, but kept the bra. It went in my golf bag. She gave me playfully scolding look.

"So what's the bet on #4?" Jackie prompted, to keep the game going.

"Um, I don't know." Alexis was eager, but shy.

"OK, how about winner's choice. Winner tells the loser what we all get to see."

Alexis agreed, and we headed to hole number four.

This time Jackie played for real. If Alexis was going to win this time, she would have to earn it. It came down to a three foot putt. If Alexis sunk it, she would win. A miss meant Jackie got to choose her punishment.

She missed. She bit her lower lip and nervously looked at Alex, then Jackie.

"Same as me. Topless. On the green." She ordered.

Alexis looked around, obviously nervous. Jackie reassured her. "It's okay Hon. There are no houses in view, and nobody teed off behind us. It's just us."

She looked around again, then reluctantly stepped toward the hole. Alex took the new camera from his pocket. Jackie was right there at her side, and I stood at a discreet distance. Jackie whispered some more encouragement, and finally Alexis very quickly removed her top and then her bra. Her eyes were darting around wildly for the few seconds it took Alex to snap his picture, and very quickly Alexis was reaching for her clothes. Jackie handed her the shirt, and made a big production out of taking the bra and sticking it in Alex's pocket. Her tit's were only revealed for a few seconds, but that was long enough to see that they were spectacular. They looked great when she was clothed; they looked amazing when they were naked. They were round, almost fake looking, though I knew they were not. The nipples were dark brown and I noticed they were hard. 

We got to our carts. "What did you think?" Jackie asked her.

"Oh my God, what a rush! I can't believe I just did that! My heart is pounding!"

Jackie smiled knowingly. She got the same rush every time we did this, which was often. We had always been alone, though. Having another couple was a new twist, and I liked it. I wondered what the rest of the day would have in store.

Jackie once again took the lead. "OK, hole # 5. What's the bet?"

Alexis rode the wave of her adrenaline. "Bottomless!"

"You're on."

Not surprisingly, my game & Alex's game went downhill. We both finished 2 over par & it was the girls' turn to putt. They both finished with a 6. A tie.

"What do we do" Alexis asked.

"Judges?" Jackie answered, looking at me & Alex with a very mischievous smile.

"Well, obviously you both have to go bottomless." I said. Alex quickly concurred. I had to admit, he was taking this very well. I was impressed & pleased.

The adrenaline hadn't worn off. Alexis looked at Jackie & nodded. After a quick check around, Jackie unsnapped, pulled down, and stepped out of her skirt. She wore no panties, as was customary for her on any recreational outing. She was true blond, and her pubic hair was kept trimmed into a thin strip and cut fairly short. It was hard to see, and at first glance most might think she had shaved completely. Her body was toned and incredibly fit, and she now showed it proudly.

Alexis followed. She stepped out of her skirt, and I saw that she had worn panties; probably still too shy and nervous while she got dressed this morning. The panties were sexy; a very thin cut bikini with a lace border. She hesitated before pulling them down, glancing around one more time.

Jackie whispered something, encouraging her, and with a deep breath, she pulled her panties off and tossed them to Alex. Jackie placed an arm around her and smiled.

Click. Click. Click.

She looked amazing. Her legs were so long, and she had a very slender, elegant build. Her pussy was bare; I could see no hair at all. A few inches above where the hair would have been, and a couple inches to the right, was a small tattoo. It looked like a rose of some kind, and it was sexy as hell.

Alexis saw me looking at her pussy. She didn't reach for her clothes as quickly this time. I looked at Alex, to see that he was okay. He was snapping pictures. He was also squeezing his crotch! He had gotten hard, and was squeezing his cock through his slacks.

Alexis was slipping back into her skirt now, but Jackie bent over, picked hers up, and threw it at me. She walked to our cart & sat down, buck naked from the waist down.

As we drove to the next tee, she whispered to me. "David, how far are you willing to go with this?"

I knew what she meant. We had experimented with swinging & swapping before, and had enjoyed it. It never became a regular thing, though, mostly because it was hard to find a couple to swing with. In particular, the guys were usually way too creepy or aggressive for our taste.

"I like Alex & I like Alexis. I'm totally cool with this as far as you want to go."

"Mmmmmmmm. Ok then." She leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.

With that, we were at the next hole. Jackie was still naked from the waist down.

"Loser plays the next hole naked." She offered.

Alex looked at Alexis without answering. His cock was forming a tent in his pants.

Alexis looked at him, at his hard cock, and agreed. While Jackie & went to take our shots, she & Alex stayed behind.

Jackie had never put her skirt back on. She got set for her drive.

Click. 

We returned to the carts. Alexis was rubbing the hard cock in Alex's pants. She looked at us, unsure. Jackie answered the unspoken question by gesturing to her naked pussy. "Do we look like we have a problem with this?"

"OK, good, because we just talked about it, and we're horny as hell." She looked at Alex. "Obviously." She looked at us again. " And we really like you guys." 

Jackie slipped back into her skirt as Alex & Alexis teed off. Both had good shots. This would be a competitive hole.

It came down to putting again, and Jackie was the better putt. Alexis lost by one stroke, dooming her to play # 7 stark naked.

At the tee, she wasn't nearly as reluctant to strip. She casually tossed her clothes in the basket on back of their cart & walked, fairly confidently for someone new to this, to the tee. Her body was exquisite, and her little pussy tattoo was really turning me on. The sun was out, lighting her light brown skin beautifully. Even Jackie had to admire her sexy body.

"She's hot as hell." Jackie whispered.

I looked down at the bulge forming in my pants. "Yeah. I suppose I can't disagree believably."

She grabbed my hand & guided it under her skirt. Her pussy was soaking wet. "It's OK baby, I have the same problem." She smiled.

Several pictures were snapped as we played #7. Alexis was smoking hot, and she was a great sport. She managed to play the hole stark naked the whole time. Her score sucked, but it was safe to say none of us gave a shit. Many very sexy pictures were in both of our cameras. Alex & I both had erections straining in our pants & Jackie was at least as worked up as we were.

We had just finished taking pictured of her, naked on the green, and returned to the carts when we heard a cart approaching from #8. She ran for her clothes and had just gotten her top on when the beverage cart came around the trees. A cute young blonde girl smiled and stopped, asking if we needed anything. Alexis was trying to be as discreet as possible as she sat in her cart stepping into her skirt. Alex & I were trying to hide our erections. Jackie calmly stepped toward the cart & asked for 4 vodka-lemonades. The beverage cart girl was oblivious. She hadn't noticed anything & just served our drinks with a smile, wished us luck, and drove on. We all shared a laugh when she was out of site.

Bad news about #8 through #11; They could all be seen from the clubhouse. So we all calmed down, enjoyed our drinks, and played golf for the next half hour. We did manage to discuss the bet for #12, when we once again went out of site of civilization. The girls decided that the bets needed to include the guys. So now it was going to be teams. Each couple's score was to be added together to determine the winner. We also decided to up the "punishment" for the losers.

"So it's agreed? Jackie asked. "Losing wife has to suck her husbands cock, on the green, for 30 seconds?"

"Agreed." Alexis said. "But is that really much of a punishment? I might lose on purpose." She smiled at Alex. We all laughed.

We rounded the path toward #12, which put us out of sight to anyone at the clubhouse. Jackie opened her legs to show me her pussy as she stepped from the cart.

Click.

There really was some question as to how to play. Losing on purpose was a temptation. But we kept the spirit of our game alive, and we all played well. Alex made a great second shot to the green, vey close to the hole, though, that was the difference. Jackie & I lost by one stroke. Alex & Alexis ran to the carts to grab both cameras.

Jackie had done this before. Flashing & public sex were not new to her, and I knew how much this was going to turn her on. She was about to cross a line—a point of no return, so to speak. Once she took my cock in her mouth out in sunshine of the golf course, there would be no turning back.

When the cameras were poised and ready, She very calmly & erotically spread her legs and squatted down. I unbuckled & unzipped my pants, and fed my hard cock into her wide open mouth. She licked and sucked me very slowly, and I knew from experience that she was in heaven. She loved to be watched.

Click. Click. Click.

I'm sure more than 30 seconds went by, and she kept sucking me, letting out little moans of pleasure. When she did stop, she didn't stand. Instead, she leaned back, supporting herself with her left hand while she spread her legs wide open and rubbed her pussy with her right hand.

Click. Click. Click

She quit after about 10 seconds with a frustrated groan and stood. I had stuffed my swollen cock back in place. We went to the carts, where Jackie took her seat and continued to masturbate.

"Number 13?" she asked, looking directly at Alexis as she rubbed her pussy.

Alexis had a wild, lustful look in her eyes. She didn't answer. It seemed that she may have just crossed a line, too. Her eyes were squarely focused on Jackie's pussy. Jackie saw this, and spread her legs farther apart, offering Alexis a better view. Still without a word, eyes locked like a laser beam on Jackie's pussy, Alexis stepped toward our cart, stepped her right leg up so she was half straddling Jackie's lap, and reached under her skirt. Her pussy was no more that 12 inches away from Jackie's face as she began to finger it.

Jackie & I had looked around as we played the last 4 holes, within view of the clubhouse. There were no players behind us. The only likely encounter would be with the beverage cart girl.

It was probably a moot point anyway. The girls weren't going anywhere. They stared into each other's eyes now, and both had passed lightly playing with themselves and were into true masturbation. I grabbed for the camera before it was too late. They would both cum soon.

Click. Click.

Their eyes were locked in lust. Alexis had squatted lower and was now bent into the front of the cart, where Jackie's feet would normally go. Both had one foot out of the cart, placing their pussies within a few inches of each other. The site of each other masturbating was quite obviously a huge turn on, as both were oblivious to the world around them. Alex & I didn't exist. The golf course didn't exist. They didn't hear the cameras clicking away. They were completely focused on each other, touching only themselves but fueled by site of the other. There was no teasing; no flirting. This was not foreplay. This was a lustful release of the energy that had built up all morning. Both girls were trying to cum, and trying to do it right now, quickly. When Jackie moaned and quickened her hand signaling her orgasm, Alexis followed immediately, fueled by the connection they held with their eyes. As they came, Alexis pushed her pussy the final few inches to contact Jackie's. Their hands were a blur -- literally—on the pictures Alex & I took as they furiously worked their clits during the long climax. When the intense moment passed, Alexis sat forward and forcefully kissed Jackie on the mouth, sticking her wet fingers in for them both to lick. They stayed lost in this kiss/finger lick for a good minute or more, as the wave of the orgasms began to pass.




A Perfect Day of Golf



They came back to reality over the next minute or so, Alexis still straddling and embracing Jackie in the cart. Alex & I had not spoken a word. We were as transfixed on the encounter just as the girls were. We both, obviously, had uncomfortable bulges in our pants.

Alexis climbed off of Jackie, and they both exited the uncomfortable cart. Jackie was somewhat down from the extreme intensity of the encounter, but still had a wild look; a hunger in her eyes. She was not finished. She locked eyes with Alex now, not even glancing at me. She strode directly to him, dropped to her knees, and grabbed his belt. Alexis looked surprised, but she didn't object. In seconds, Alex's cock was in my wife's mouth. She gave great head, and she was giving it now with a lust like I'd never seen. It was as she were starving and the cock in her mouth was the nourishment she needed to live. She worked her mouth over his cock like she needed his cum.

Alexis took the cue and walked to me. I didn't want a blowjob, though. I had been so turned on earlier by the rose tattoo above her pussy that I wanted to look at while I fucked her. When she got to me, she immediately grabbed by cock, and I began to remove the belt & get out of my pants. When I did, I reached for Alexis shirt and she readily allowed me to remove it.

"Take off your skirt."

She did. I guided her to the front of my cart and leaned her back on the windshield. Her nipples stood hard in the sunlight as I lifted her onto my cock, still leaning her back against the cart. She exhaled a sharp moan as I entered her, pushing my cock all the way in immediately. I leaned back now, supporting her ass with my hands and her back with the cart so I could look at her tattoo and her rock hard nipples.

I heard sounds from Alex & Jackie. He was coming, and Jackie was drinking it dawn. She always did. She claimed to love the taste of cum, and I believed her. She always swallowed what I gave her, and would even gather any that she would miss with a finger and feed it to herself. I never asked for this...it was something that she honestly seemed to enjoy. So I knew she would be working now at gathering every drop she could find on Alex or on herself.

I wasn't even looking, though. My eyes took in the body I was fucking. Her nipples stood proudly in the sun, and her tummy was toned and sexy as could be. But mostly I couldn't stop looking at the smooth, bare pussy and the sexy tattoo that was just above and to the right of where any hair would have been. I saw now that it was a rose entwined on a small black design. It was incredibly erotic. The tattoo, the smoothness of her mound, and the light brown, exotic color of her skin combined was the most intensely erotic thing I had ever seen. The physical sensation was nearly as perfect. Her pussy was very, very wet, and the smoothness from the lack of any hair whatsoever was a new sensation. I felt very different from any pussy I had felt before, and it drove me over the brink almost immediately. I stared at the rose tattoo as I came, emptying myself into her with a strong intensity. She continued to thrust her hips as I continued to fill her. It wasn't until my orgasm was almost over that I even realized that she was cumming again, too. Even more of a surprise was that my wife, Jackie, was now right next to me. She was squatted down, gently guiding me out of Alexis' pussy. As I pulled out of her, Jackie's mouth was immediately around my still hard cock. She wanted more cum. A few licks, and she had taken what she could from my cock, and she turned to Alexis pussy. She opened wide, and with her tongue made a long lick from Alexis's ass up her lips, rewarded with a mouthful of cum from her overflowing pussy. Still not satisfied, she stuck two fingers in, hungrily licking them as they came out. She repeated this motion about a half a dozen times, until she was finally convinced there was no more. She stood, and kissed Alexis with her cum soaked tongue and lips. They enjoyed each other's kiss for a long minute as I got dressed.

The kiss finally broke, and we all exchanged smiles and remarks about how we'd better move along. We'd been lucky; no one had seen out short but intense session. We all dressed, the girls still braless and naked under the skirts and headed around the bend to number 13. It was then, as soon as we got to the tree line, that we saw the beverage cart, pulled off the path and halfway hidden behind the trees! We pulled past it, we couldn't see the driver; the pretty young blonde who had served us earlier. I got a sinking feeling that we had been caught & turned in.

"Oh, shit." I mumbled. "She's got to be calling the clubhouse."

I got out of the cart to look. I found her, behind the beverage cart, on the side opposite the path. Her face was very red, and she was struggling to buckle her pants!