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Morning Play

By: Texas Tease



Hi boys and girls. I just wanted to fill you in on what I spent the last thirty minutes doing. 

I woke up earlier, hopped in the shower, and came out feeling horny. As much fun as I can have in the shower, I wasn't in the mood for that. So, with my towel wrapped around my hair, and moving from room to room naked (roommate was already gone for the day), I came into my bedroom and switched the computer on.

In the meantime, I pulled on a black thong, and a soft gray skirt. For some reason I even put on an ivory bra. Once my computer was ready, I did the necessary stuff first: email, chatting, and checking the news online before settling down, getting comfortable, and heading to Lit.

Just the thought of going to Lit gets me excited. I mean, what is there not to love? All the stories, the free pics, and that free video. Today there was a young girl sprawled in an oversize white chair. As she rubbed her clit, this nicely hung guy slowly fucked her. Suddenly he picks up the pace, and really starts giving her a nice fucking. Her face contorts, her hands and arms go up over her head, and she looks like she's cumming. He then stands up, gets on the chair, and presents his wet cock for her to suck. Not bad. I mean, I've seen better...we all have, but it works when you need that extra "oomph" to cum.

Before I even clicked on the link for "Free Video of the Day", I grabbed my Hitachi Wand. God I love that thing. I turned it on, and rubbed it over my mound, over the thong. I slipped a finger into my folds and realized how wet I was already. Fantastic! After pulling my thong to the side so it wouldn't get too wet, I brought my wet finger to my mouth. I LOVE the way I taste. There is no other flavor I know of quite like my own pussy. 

While watching the video, I kept the Wand in the same place next to my clit, and slightly thrust my hips. At one point, when he really started to move, I grabbed my newest toy. I encourage you all to go to the Good Vibrations website. I really miss being able to go in the store itself. I have yet to find a sex store like it here in South Texas. Too bad. 

Anyway, I recently bought a G-spot vibrator. It stands seven inches tall, but can only be inserted about four and a half inches max. The tip of the head takes a 70-degree turn, bending toward me. The reason I cannot fully insert this little wonder is because there is a large protrusion, covered in nubs, that is supposed to stimulate my clit while playing. It doesn't exactly work that way, but I still enjoy it. Oh, and it's pink, as in hot pink, and clear jelly.

So, as I was watching the video, when she starts to look at him when he increases his speed, I grabbed my toy, and rubbed it up and down my wet slit. My thong would occasionally slip back into place, but I wasn't going to take them completely off. When my toy was fully prepared, I slowly slid it into the source of my wetness. My wand was still on, buzzing away on my clit, and as I pushed my G-spotter in, I came. It wasn't earth shattering, but it was satisfying. I continued to slide it in, until I felt the head nudge that one spot that makes my insides turn to jelly. 

As the video ended, I restarted it, and matched the thrusts of my toy with the thrusts of his hips. I came hard, enjoying the way the toy felt as it passed the rings at the entrance to my cunt. God I love the feeling of being pounded, while he takes his cock almost completely out, so his head stretches that ring of muscles. Mmmm. Well, after I came, the guy in the video pulls out of her, and sticks his dick in her face, so I followed suit. 

My toy was shiny in the bedroom light, and wet. Certain areas had more to lick than others. And wet doesn't really describe what was on it. My cum is viscous, thicker, almost like a mucus, but clear/opaque. Mmmm. It tasted so good that when I ran out of pussy juice, I put my toy back in myself to get more. 

I licked off my goodness, then sucked on the toy, making sure I had cleaned off every last drop of my cum. Oh, but the best part of it? When there is a strand of my cum stretching between my tongue and my toy. I imagine it's my lovers cum, stretching between my lips and his well-spent cock. 

Mmmm. I'm getting horny again, so I have to go and play. Maybe you'll want to know how that goes too?

Morning Play



I awakened to the wonderfully pleasant sensation of my lover's warm hand around my cock--stroking, pulling, squeezing. Eyes still closed, I slowly came to consciousness, luxuriating in her massage, feeling the blood rush to my genitals and my cock engorge. I spread my legs wide, let my jaw go slack and undulated my hips in time with her ministrations.

"Good morning, Darling," she said, her voice a soft, throaty whisper.

I opened my eyes and looked at her, noticing in the half-light a sweet but evil smile on her lovely face. I smiled as well and was about to return the greeting when she suddenly raked her nails along the length of my rigid meat. She then sank them--hard--into the tender flesh of my shaft and twisted, raising my hips off the bed and dragging a long, plaintive moan from deep within me.

"Mmmmmm...nice," she breathed. "I'd like to hear more of that."

She then resumed her gentle stroking and cuddled close, resting her head on my shoulder.

"You know what I'm going to do to you this morning, don't you?" she asked.

I closed my eyes, thought a few seconds, then nodded. It had been more than a week since I'd suffered for her and it was about time I pleased her again.

"Look at the Chair," she ordered.

I turned my head toward the side of the room and heard the quiet sound of a light switch. There against the wall, bathed in the soft glow of an overhead lamp, was the Chair. A simple, sturdy device built of heavy black timbers, it looked menacing, almost macabre. It sported leather straps for the victim's arms, wrists, legs and ankles and was fitted with a large black dildo on which he'd be impaled. Most threatening, however, were the two brass electrodes that hung from its side. Once the victim was secured in the Chair, his ass filled with the dildo, those electrodes would be clamped about his balls and the head of his cock and in turn connected to a devilishly painful electrical shocking device. The switch would then be thrown and he'd "fry"--receiving four-second jolts at four-second intervals--until his Mistress had decided he'd had enough.

I gazed at the Chair, an odd combination of fear and longing welling up within me. I knew that soon I'd be sitting there, moaning and screaming in agony as I helplessly suffered. I was afraid but I was also sluttishly attracted to the prospect. I wanted it.

My lover was well aware of this, for I'd explained to her months before, when we were just getting to know each other, that every so often I needed to endure pain...erotic pain...genital pain. I'd told her that I frequently needed to step out of my normal, dominant role and offer up my rigid cock and tender, vulnerable balls for torture. Why? I hadn't a clue. I did know, however, that for me it was a basic need, one I'd attempted to regularly satisfy since I'd been in my teens.

At first she'd balked, explaining that she loved me and couldn't possibly hurt me. After a short while, though, and after a number of heart-to-heart talks, she'd come to understand how important genitorture was to me and she'd agreed to try it. Once she got started, she began to enjoy the role of the tormentress and before long was initiating the sessions herself on at least a weekly basis. It was then that I'd built the Chair.

My lover threw back the covers. Rising to her knees, she quickly straddled my face.

"Eat!" she commanded, lowering her tartly fragrant pussy to my waiting mouth.

I immediately plunged my tongue inside her, relishing the strong, overnight flavor of her sex. I cleaned her well, tongue-fucking her for a while, then sliding my tongue back-and-forth between the delicate folds of her labia. At last I gently settled on the firm bud of her clit. I pressed it with my tongue and nudged it this way and that, trying my best to pleasure her.

She ground down on my mouth, taking everything it could give her, and soon began to make the delicious sounds of a woman approaching orgasm. Unexpectedly, though, she didn't climax. She was no doubt preoccupied, for while I'd been eating her, she'd been at work between my own legs, using a rough leather thong to bind my rock-hard cock and aching balls into a taut, throbbing package suitable for "frying". Her task complete, she raised herself from my face and got out of bed.

"Come on, Boy," she intoned, reaching down and pulling on my balls. "Time to play."

I complied, easing up from the bed and taking the few short steps to the Chair. I was hot and very ready so I moved purposefully, not wanting to let fear overcome me--not until I was strapped in and wired, when I'd have no choice but to suffer, and suffer well. I mounted the Chair and eased my ass down onto the well-greased dildo, feeling it slide into my body, invading me, taking me. I then parted my legs and offered myself to the bindings.

While she deftly secured me, I watched her--my partner, my sweetheart--with a mixture of lust, reverence, appreciation, anxiety and love. I saw her perfect breasts sway from side to side as she tightened the straps. I gazed hard at the cleft between her thighs as she attached the electrodes. I looked deep into her eyes as she shoved home a mouth-filling penis gag and buckled it in. At that moment I wanted more than anything in the world to make her happy.

She leaned close to me, kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear, "I know, Darling. I love you, too."

She then slowly backed away, caressing her body, massaging her breasts and tugging gently on her nipples. Without breaking eye contact, she lay back on the bed and slowly opened her legs. Slipping a finger between her labia, she looked intently at my face--and tripped the shocker switch.

The End



Morning Playtime



I'd already been on the net this morning, checking my email and perusing the various adult clubs I belonged to for new messages. Nothing good in the mail, but there were a lot of messages on the boards. I flirted with some of the regulars and added my own naughty thoughts to some of the discussions, then went to look at what else had been posted.

There was a hot new audio file posted from one of the female members. I quickly clicked it open and began to listen. I love to listen to the sounds of sex, whether it be a couple (or more) going at it or a solo act, listening in to someone else's pleasure really arouses me. By the time I reached the end of the file and she was cumming, I found myself wishing I could have tasted her...

I'd already been thinking of the great sex with my husband last night. He had given me a good spanking for being so mouthy earlier in the day. After he had my butt cherry red I told him how sorry I was and that I would try harder to control myself. He knows I'll mouth off again and he'll spank me for it, but I know he likes spanking me just as much as I like having him do it. The sex we have while/after he spanks me is always wild and intense.

Mmm... all those thoughts running through my head were really getting me stirred up. Here it was only seven in the morning, and already I wanted to play. I sat there for a bit trying to write on a new story. My arm brushed against my breast and I could feel my nipple swell at the contact. I reached up and began gently teasing my nipples as I read what I had written so far. I could feel my clit just clamoring to be touched. But I made myself wait while I toyed with my nipples some more, making them swell and throb between my fingers.

I squeezed my breasts in my hands, kneading them and enjoy the feel of their fullness. I pulled my hands up and rolled my nipples between my fingers and palms. The current that traveled to my pussy was very nice. I could feel my nether regions becoming very warm, and knew I was also getting wet. 

I opened my robe and slid my hand between my legs. I was right, I was very wet. I slid a finger between my pussy lips and into myself. I was slippery. I pulled my hand up and slid my wet finger over my clit, just once. It sent a shudder through my body. I was SO horny, I knew I had to make myself cum.

I got up and dialed the phone, hoping I would be able to reach my Master. The few times I had been SO in need and he hadn't been available to ask permission had not been fun. I had ended up telling him later how I had wanted to play while he chuckled at my frustration. He picked up on the second ring, and we made small talk for a few minutes. I paused.

"Is there anything else, my pet?" he asked. I giggled in spite of myself, and he laughed softly, knowing of and enjoying my discomfort. No matter how many times I had made the request, it was still not an easy one for me to make.

"Yes, there is." I answered, not quite ready to say the words yet.

"Well, what is it, my pet? Do you want something?" I could hear the amusement in his voice.

I answered him, suddenly shy. "Well... can I play?" 

"Yes, you can, pet," he generously granted my request. "but you must use two toys."

I loved it when he told me what to do. I loved to play by myself anyway. I had discovered the joys of self pleasure at an early age, and even the fulfilling sex life we enjoyed did nothing to diminish my enjoyment of making myself cum. Knowing I was following his orders just increased the intensity of my orgasm.

I closed out of everything and went to the bedroom. I got out my favorite dildo, and the vibrating ass plug. I could feel my juices already starting to leak onto my thighs. I couldn't wait to feel that plug vibrating in my ass while I fucked myself with the jelly cock. My clit was pulsing regularly, anticipating my wet fingers sliding over it, caressing it to climax.

I climbed up on the bed with my toys and slipped my robe off. My nipples were so hard and just aching for someone to suck on them. I lifted my breast to my mouth and darted my tongue out to take a quick lick. Mmm... it felt so good, such a wicked tingle right down to my clit. I lifted the other one to my mouth, and took a nice slow lick. I knew what I was going to do next. I wrapped my lips over my swollen nipple and sucked it into my mouth. I could feel the juices seeping from my pussy. The act felt quite perverse to me, but was so arousing because of that.

I laid back and put a pillow under my hips and slid the plug into my pussy. It slipped right in easily, I was soaking wet already. I played it in and out for a couple minutes and got it good and slippery, then began working it into my tight ass. It was such a snug fit. When the last bit popped in, I gasped. Then I turned on the vibration to a low hum while I picked up the dildo and started pushing it into my other wet opening.

The plug in my ass just made the dildo feel that much tighter going into my pussy. Once I pushed it past the bulge of the plug I shoved it in the rest of the way quickly... giving a little groan as it bumped against my inner walls and could go no further.

I pulled the dildo out a bit and then began fucking my self with quick short strokes, rubbing across those spots inside that felt the best... I could hear the sloppy wet sounds as I pumped it in and out of me. After a dozen or so strokes, I turned the vibe in my ass slowly up to it's highest point as I kept the dildo moving in and out.

Finally I had to pay attention to my clit. I wet my fingers in the copious fluids that were leaking from my steaming pussy and rubbed them up over the throbbing button. The sensation made me jerk and quiver. I made slow little circles around my clit, getting ever closer to the little head that was starting to peek out. 

Now I was caressing right on the most sensitive part of my sex... softly sliding my fingers around and around. The vibe humming deep in my ass and the friction of the jelly cock rubbing in and out of my pussy was making my climax build quickly. I began rocking my hips up and down to meet each stroke of the cock I was plunging into my sopping cunt. My fingers were flying over my clit, my breath coming in gasps...

I could no longer hold it back. My pussy and ass spasmed hard around the objects that were buried in them. I kept fucking myself with the dildo as I came, my eyes closed and my head back, low moans escaping my lips as I continued to plunge the cock into myself.

Finally spent, I lay there on the bed quivering until I could gather the strength to get up and clean the cum from myself. I eventually got up and cleaned my toys and put them away. Then I came back to the computer to sit and write all this down.

Just going over it in my mind is getting me wet all over again...



Morning Playtime 01



He woke up gently, floating somewhere between dream and reality. Sometime during the night, he'd tossed his sheet off and the fan was blowing the cool morning air across his body. He lay there for a few moments, enjoying the breeze, until a small sound caught his attention. He decided it sounded like skin on clothing. His morning hard-on throbbed at the thought, fully exposed to whoever was the source of the sound.

Slowly, he cracked his eye open, thankful his nocturnal tossing had left him facing the door of his small bedroom. His 25-year-old stepdaughter Kacey stood in the doorway. She had moved back in when her husband filed for a divorce and she really should have been getting ready for class at the local beauty-school. Instead, she was staring at him, hands massaging full breasts through her nightshirt that stretched tight across her ample boobs and belly. He watched as she teased her nipples, rigid and straining against the cloth, and wondered what she was up to. 

She crossed the space between his doorway and his bed with three tentative, silent steps. As she reached out toward his chest, he fought to keep his breathing unchanged. Her hand came to a stop millimeters away from his skin -- close enough for him to feel the heat of her blood. She pinched her nipple and bit her lower lip as she let her hand slide down toward his waist. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled sharply and her hand came to a stop over his cock. He wanted to shove it up into her hand, but kept still and watched her.

She was focused on her hand and his lower region, rubbing her other hand across her breasts and stomach as her breathing quickened. Slowly, without a sound, she unbuttoned her shorts and slipped her hand down between her legs. Her sharp intake of breath told him how aroused she was and he imagined the feel of her swollen clit under his thumb. As she slowly stroked herself, her free hand and her eyes roamed back up his body to hover over one of his nipples. The thought of her touching him made it difficult to lay still. He decided she would, before everything was finished.

Her hand sped up inside her shorts and she started panting. Her other hand floated back to hover over his cock. The wet sound of her fingers against her lips carried clearly to him and she moaned softly, just once, before biting back down on her lip. Gradually, her eyes lost their focus as pleasure took over her brain until they finally closed, accompanied by a long sigh.

He opened his eyes and stared directly at her, slipping one hand into her crotch to press against the one moving furiously there. At the same time, he caught her other hand around the wrist and pulled it down the few millimeters to meet his throbbing cock. Her eyes popped open even as her fingers curled around his shaft.

"I'll help," he whispered.

She whimpered and leaned into his hand, moving her hips in time to the motion of her fingers. He pushed upward and she moaned, soft and low. Her knees slowly gave way and she leaned against the bed, pumping him gently at a pace that echoed the movements of her other hand.

Letting go of her wrist, he stroked one of her breasts, nipple swollen and straining against the tight shirt. He caught it in a light pinch and tugged at it. She threw her head back and clamped her lips shut, making a long, drawn-out "mmm" sound as her body shuddered in release.

When her shaking finally stopped, she leaned over to kiss him on the forehead. He moved his hand from her crotch to cup her ass. "Where's your mom?"

"Out running," she whispered back. "She left just before I came in here."

"Good." He slipped the hand already on her ass up into the leg of her shorts. His other hand slid down over her breast and around her side to slip into her shorts from the waistband. "Very good. Get these off."

She tried to stand up. "Oh. Oh, god. I've got to get ready for school."

He caught hold of her shorts and pulled them down her thighs, letting them fall to her ankles. Rolling up onto one elbow, he wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her over on top of him. The smell of her desire was maddening. "There's always time for sex, girl."

She giggled and straddled him, hands on his chest. Her neatly-trimmed mound was pressed against his cock, soaking it with her fluid. She leaned over to nuzzle his neck. "You drive me crazy. I always know when you are watching because I get insanely horny. I get off in the dark or when you aren't here so that you can't watch, just to drive you crazy in return." She nibbled at him as his hands slid up under her shirt to stroke her back. She arched against his hands like a cat. "I've wanted to be right here like this forever."

"But you hated me when I told you I was interested."

"Mm." She laid her head on his chest, rubbing her short spiky hair on him. "More like I was scared because then I knew I really could make the choice to have you, rather than just pretending and fantasizing about it. But now that you've grabbed me and thrown me into bed, I don't have a choice." She sat up for him and her shirt joined her shorts on the floor, allowing her breasts to hang free. 

He caught one and pulled it to his mouth, kissing his way around the huge dark circle. She cupped his head and pulled it against her chest. "Oh, god -- don't tease me -- just suck it!" 

He did exactly that -- sucking the engorged nipple into his mouth. She moaned softly and shuddered, twitching as his hands cupped her bare ass again. He felt a seep of hot fluid leak out along his cock and she sighed.

Slowly he pushed her upright, savoring the unfettered view of her in the early-morning light. "I want to make you scream," he whispered.

"If I do, we'll get caught," she said.

He slid a hand down her belly until his thumb rested atop her puffy clit. "I know. I didn't say I was going to do it today." He winked at her and began lightly massaging her with his thumb. She sighed and shuddered, leaning back on her hands. "We'll do this again when everyone else is gone off somewhere. Then I'll be able to take my time and build you up to a screaming explosion." 

"What if I don't want to do it again?" She was panting again, shaking as his thumb moved faster. 

"We'll see about screaming later, but the explosion part can happen..." he pressed down on her clit "...now."

She pressed her lips together, biting them closed from the inside, whimpering and shaking as she wetted him again. She sat up straight, looking at him with wild eyes. She dragged his hands away from her and leaned forward, trapping them over his head. She leaned down and nibbled at his lips. "Good, because I'm pretty sure I want a later. I want to ride your face until you are soaked. But that is guaranteed to not be a quiet event."

She shifted her legs and moved her hips until the head of his cock was pressed into soft, wet flesh, parting in eager anticipation. She kissed him, eyes locked on his, and slipped her tongue deep into his mouth. After an eternity, he groaned around her kiss and tried to finish impaling her, only to have her move with him, keeping him just out of her core.

"Do I drive you crazy?" she whispered.

He pulled his hands free and lightly ran his nails down her back. "Totally."

She settled onto his cock slowly, grinning. "Good." She sat up straight, holding him deep inside her and giggled. He grabbed her breasts and began massaging them as she started rocking along his length. She leaned back on her hands, sighing. "God, that's perfect." She whimpered softly. "You fit just right." She shook in pleasure. "God, I could do this every day." She looked down at him and smiled for a moment before her eyes rolled back in her head and her body stiffened. She shortened her stroke, rubbing faster and shaking harder. "Ah... yes. Yes, there," she whispered. She lapsed into a drawn-out moan that rose and fell with her strokes until finally she jerked madly and clenched around him.

Slowly, she leaned forward until she was hanging over him. She focused on his face with difficulty. "And you aren't finished yet? God, and Mom doesn't want this as often as she can get it?"

"Not often enough, little girl," he whispered. 

He rolled them over and she hooked her ankles behind his thighs and hands under his ass-cheeks, drawing him in deeply, moaning in satisfaction. "She'd kill me for fucking her man," she whispered. "But god, how could she let this go to waste? Do me -- make me yours for now." She brushed her hands up his chest until they covered his nipples. Lightly, she scratched at the tiny buds with her thumb-nails and shivered as he thrust against her. 

He pushed deep, until he felt the head of his cock rest against her back wall. He started moving inside her -- slowly in and out of her deepest recesses, building speed until he was slamming against her. She held him tightly, locking arms and legs around him as she moaned her way through one orgasm after another.

Fighting to open her eyes and focus on him, she smiled. "I want to scream for you," she whispered hoarsely. "You make me-" gasp "-want, oooh, to, ahhh-" she arched up against him, grinding her hips against the throbbing shaft thrusting into her "-scream!" The last word came out as a squeak then her mouth fell open in a silent "O." Her eyes locked with his and he exploded with her, shoving himself in, trying to go even deeper as his juices mixed with hers. 

The world went away for an eternity, broken when she nuzzled the side of his neck and giggled, whispering, "Jainey saw you when you dropped me off a couple of months ago and asked me then if I was doing you -- right there where everybody was standing around smoking! God, I was embarrassed! I told her you were my step-dad and there was no way I would do you. She said if hers looked as good as you, she sure could and with the way I was staring after you, I sure should." She rolled them over, putting her on top again and his spent cock began swelling back into life. She made an appreciative sound deep in her throat. "Wow, I almost hate knowing what I have been missing all this time. She keeps asking me, too, pretty much once a week. She'll probably smell you on me and not bother asking, but just give me knowing smirks." 

She looked over her shoulder at the clock. "Now I really do have to hurry," she whispered. She nuzzled one of his nipples and licked it, sending another shiver through him. Sliding herself off him, she looked down at the very obvious signs of their encounter staining the bed and giggled. "Good thing you were supposed to change the sheets today. She'd kill you for screwing her daughter." She kissed him hungrily. "But if she doesn't want what you can give her, I'll gladly take it." She climbed out of the bed and picked up her sleeping-clothes off the floor.

"God, that was wonderful." She stopped on her way out the door and looked over her shoulder. "So. Still think you want to make me scream, sir?"

He reached out and ran a finger down the curve of her ass. "Count on it, little girl. Count on it."



Morning Playtime 02



"Daddy."

He drifted up out of a dream that had somehow involved a cat sitting in his lap, kneading his jeans with its claws. Apparently, it had summoned a kitten to lick his chest and ear, as well. The heat from the animal had started making his cock stiffen, but since he wasn't exactly that interested in screwing a cat, it had stayed at half-mast.

"Daddy."

This time the kitten decided to lightly bite his nipple to make him play with it and he reached up to pet the Kacey-faced kitten.

"Daddy, wake up please. I need your help."

It occurred to him as his mind shook off the dream's hold that the only cat or kitten involved was his minx of a stepdaughter and the cat between her legs. The kneading from the dream was actually Kacey holding onto his cock, trying to coax it into life by slowly and gently squeezing it in sequence with her fingers. Her mouth was on his nipple, licking and sucking it. As comprehension sank in, his cock sprang to full, rigid attention. She ran her tongue up his neck and whispered, "There's my daddy-lover. I need you, please."

He struggled to open one eye and focus on her, but her face was pressed too closely to his neck. He managed to get out a soft, low grunt.

"I had a really vivid dream. A really good one and it woke me up so horny that I hurt. I already tried getting off, but that didn't help." She nuzzled his neck. "I need your help." She leaned around to look at him with her dark brown doe eyes. "Please. Please, sir. But Momma is on the porch so we have to be super quiet. No penetration or I'll make enough noise to give us away – just fingers."

He rolled over to put his mouth next to her ear. "So you plan to talk me into making you feel better by getting me ragingly horny and leaving me in that state?"

She stifled a giggle. "Take it out on- no, stick it into Momma and make her like it."

He thought about it and almost laughed out loud. Finger-fuck the girl, end up rock-hard-horny, and then all but rape her momma. Maybe even out in the open on the screened-in porch. Delicious.

"Hm. So what do I get out of the deal?"

She sighed happily against his neck and slowly pumped her hand along his cock. She sucked on his earlobe for a few moments before answering in a hoarse whisper, "You get to know you make me feel good. And that you make me want more."

He nodded. "True enough. Down on hands and knees facing the foot of the bed, little girl."

Her eyes sparkled as she grinned at him for a moment before quietly positioning herself as instructed. He rolled up on his side to better reach her and ran his hand along the curve of her spine down to her ass. It was nice enough, but could be much better if she'd quit being lazy and just go for occasional walks. The same went for her belly and boobs, well-padded even though she wasn't significantly overweight. Which was sad, really – the fat helped fill out a girl's boobs and made them so much fun to play with. And hers were oh so much fun to play with.

He turned his hand so that the heel of his palm rested on the bottom of her ass-cheeks and his fingers ran on forward to stroke her mound. He heard a quick gasp as his finger found her clit. He slowly rolled it around in a large circle and was pleased to feel her shudder and push back against his hand. He lightly tapped the bud a few times and felt her juices slicken her up nicely. Very slowly, he pushed his middle finger into her opening, letting her natural lubricants coat him. He slid in and out of her half a dozen times before he added his ring finger to the party, opening her up a bit. He tried curling his fingers slightly, wondering if his knuckles might locate her g-spot. When her breathing turned into a series of audible huffs, he decided they had and that perhaps now was not exactly the proper time for working that particular trick.

Sliding his soaked fingers out of her pussy, he rubbed them over her clit, which had swollen noticeably in a short amount of time. Keeping his fingers together, he used them as a single digit, rubbing them in a large circle across her tender flesh. After several circles, he shoved the fingers into her like a cock coming in. He ducked his fingers in and out for a few seconds and then went back to the circles.

He knew what she liked. He'd known for years, after finding a video she had emailed to her then-husband when he was deployed overseas. She had been staying with them and had used his computer to access her email. The keylogger he ran on his system had captured her password and noted the file transfer. Curious, he had logged into her email and copied the files from her sent-folder. The still pics had been nice enough – lingere, the Tinkerbell pajamas he'd picked out for her for Christmas, full-length nude shots in the bathroom mirror, pics of her boobs, her shaven pussy, and then of her fingers inside that same pussy. Then, most delicious of all, the video of her getting herself off – with sound. Lots of sound.

He pulled his fingers out of her and started rubbing her clit from side to side. Every few strokes, he would tuck his fingers back inside her and pump them three or four times. Then he would go back to the sideways stroking, gradually getting faster each time. Eventually, he stopped penetrating her and concentrated on the stroking. 

When her breathing became audible and her body started jerking in arrhythmic spasms, he shoved his fingers into her and pumped until her back arched and her breath came out in a long hiss. He held his hand still as her shaking slowed and finally stopped. She stood unsteadily and leaned over the bed to whisper in his ear, "Thanks, daddy-lover. See you this evening." She suppressed a giggle and caressed his balls before slipping into the bathroom to finish getting ready, leaving him to suck her cum off his fingers.

On her way out, she slipped in to lick and nibble his ear again and leave a whispered suggestion. "Now, go fuck mommy-love's brains out, whether she wants it or not."

He wrapped an arm around her neck to hold her in place as he sniffed at her neck. "Thankfully, if I just take control and force the issue, she gets into the mood. Plus, I have technology on my side. God, you smell good, little girl. I need to taste everything you've got."

She put her hand on his chest, heat carrying through the cloth of the sheet. "You will, sir. Soon enough."



Morning Playtime 03



"So – didja?"

"Did I what?"

They were heading for town, late that evening after Kacey had returned from school with the car. When she found out he'd planned on a grocery-run, she'd declared she was coming with him. She was still in her scrubs from school, opting out of taking the time to change clothes.

"What we talked about this morning." She'd been watching him, grinning, but now she turned to watch the road. "Didja fuck mommy-dear on the porch after I left?"

"Mm. Oh, that." He was quiet for a minute. "I'm not sure – I might have."

She giggled lightly punched his arm. "Based on the ... shape you were in when I left, you either did her or flew solo. Which was it?"

He turned to look at her. "Why so fascinated by whether I did her or not?"

She grinned at him, a glint in her eye. "Partly because I like being talked dirty to – it's almost enough to get me off without any touching involved."

"Oh, really. I bet phone sex with you is amazing."

She sat back in her seat. "Mm-hm. Well, for me, it is. All the talking and me just hanging right on the edge of losing my mind." She growled appreciatively. "Drive me crazy, daddy-lover. Tell me about fucking mommy-dear this morning in as much explicit, gory detail as you can."

He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "You are twisted, little girl." Her only response was a quickly-repressed giggle. "Alright, then. You remember the shape you left me in?"

She briefly touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip, smiling. "Haven't been able to think about much else, sir. Long, hard, slightly curved, and wicked hot and throbbing to the touch – yes, I remember the shape you were in."

"I thought about just jacking off, but I was afraid getting up almost immediately after you left to do so might draw unwanted connections in your mother's brain. So I started gathering up some ... assistance. The container of silicone lube was first, because no matter what else I might end up with, the lube was going to be essential to taking her. Since I would be pretty much taking her no matter how she felt about it, I decided to go ahead and fish out the ball-gag and the handcuffs."

He glanced over at his step-daughter. She was leaned back in the seat, eyes closed, with a smile on her face and her hands folded in her lap.

"So I put on a condom and out the back door I went." Kacey snickered softly. He snorted in reply. "Hey, that early, the kids were still asleep inside and the neighbors were already gone, not that they would have been able to see anything anyway. So she's sitting on the piano bench on the back porch, reading her book with her headphones in." He reached over and lightly pinched Kacey's nipple, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. "I could have balled your brains out and I doubt she would have heard it. So I tell her to stand up. She does and starts to turn around to face me, but I grab her and keep her facing away. She tells me, 'I'm not interested.'"

"She didn't."

"Mm-hm, with me and my monster wood and toys in hand. I leaned right up against the nape of her neck as I pulled her wrists behind her and said, 'I don't care. You can say you aren't interested, you can say do me now, you can say don't touch me – it doesn't matter. I'm taking you how I want and I'm taking you when I want.' So while I was saying that, I put the handcuffs on her first, then put the ball-gag in and fastened it."

"Oh, mmm. Did she struggle any?" He heard just the slightest catch in Kacey's breath to betray she was getting excited.

"Nope. So those two in place and fastened, I hooked my pinkies in the waistband of her capri's and started sliding them and her panties down her legs very slowly, my hands open and sliding over her hips." He could hear her breathing now, deepening and starting to quicken. His cock went from slightly stirring to full-blown interest and he had to adjust himself. "I worked them down her legs, my hands curled just enough to scrape her skin with my nails."

"Uh...huh. Did she squirm?"

"Not a bit. Finally, I got them down to her ankles and made her step out of them. Then I told her to straddle the bench and lean forward until she was laid down on it. Then I opened the lube."

"Mmm. Lots?"

"Yes, quite a bit. You know a little of that stuff goes a long way."

"Um. Hm. It does. How'd you apply it?"

"Well, she's lying face-down on the bench, her legs spread to either side, leaving herself totally open. So I have this puddle of silicone glide on my fingertips, how do you think I applied it? I reached down and started from the front of her pussy and stroked back past her back door, then back towards the front. I kept that up for a while, then I slid my fingers inside her lips."

"Which ones?" Her question was so soft, he had to ask her to repeat it.

He held up his right hand, wiggling his middle and ring fingers. "These two. Not very far at first, then back out to gather up more of the lube and bring it in, going a little deeper that time. I kept doing that until her pussy was more than slick enough to fuck without hurting her."

He fell silent, splitting his attention between his driving and listening to her arousal expressed through her breathing. He knew she wouldn't let him be quiet for long.

"Then what?"

"Hm?"

"After you got her pussy slicked up, what did you do?"

"Oh. Once I was sure penetration wouldn't hurt, I moved further back." Kacey squirmed in her seat and whimpered softly, still smiling. "I ran my middle finger along the crack of her ass, working the lube towards the puckered hole behind her pussy. I treated it just like I had done with her pussy, but using just one finger."

She groaned and squirmed her ass against the seat, her breathing starting to get ragged. "Tell me," she whispered.

"I rested the tip of my finger on all the little puckered knot and just rubbed in small circles for a while. Then, finally, I pushed a little and she opened right up without any difficulty. Again, in just a little to start the party then back out for reinforcements. In and out, slowly, a little deeper each time until my entire finger was going into her."

"Ahhhh... Did she make any noise? Squirm?"

"Nope, not a sound, not a twitch."

"God, I can't sit still or be quiet just listening to it and she was taking it like it didn't phase her a bit."

"Mm-hm. So then I slipped my ring finger in and had her ass opened up. I finger-fucked her up the ass for a while, keeping my fingers well-lubed."

"Ooooooh... did... did she cum?" Kacey's voice was shaking and her hands were starting to twitch.

"She did, finally. I felt her start to cum and I shoved my fingers deep into her ass and started working my fingers in a flutter-kick motion."

"Did she scream?"

"No, just a sort of grunting sigh around the ball-gag as her orgasm hit."

"OH!" He snapped his head around at the sound and saw she had her hands pressing down against herself. She laughed softly. "Sorry, forgot to warn you, daddy-lover. God that was a good start. Then what?"

"I straddled the little bit of the bench left behind her and shoved that telephone pole you created between her pussy-lips all the way up to her brain."

"Ooooh, god..." Quickly, Kacey shoved her right hand down inside her waistband and arched her hips. 

"No, still no sound or squirming. I kept my speed slow, but I went from..." He realized he was spending as much time watching his step-daughter fondle herself as he was spending watching the road. "Damn, little girl, if you're gonna do that, I have to find us a place to stop, or I'm gonna run off the road and kill us both."

Her smile broadened. "Distracted, daddy-lover?"

He reached over and grabbed her tit while watching for a spot he knew they could pull off into. "Maybe just a little, baby girl. Maybe just a little."

He found them a place in less than a minute, a road that led into the woods of a hunting club. The road was gated about three car-lengths in, but it would serve to get them off the road. He killed the engine, watching Kasey slowly pleasure herself.

"Talk, daddy. Tell me how you raped mommy-dear." She turned her head and opened her eyes to look at him. "Did you pretend it was me you had cuffed and spread?"

"Oh, yeah. In fact, I was so afraid I would accidentally call her by your name that I didn't say anything at all."

Kacey closed her eyes and laid her head back against the seat of the car. "You are crazy, daddy-lover."

"You make me that way. So, I shoved my cock deep into her, ever so slowly until there was nothing left of me to give. Then back out just as slowly. I could just imagine hearing you whimper as I hesitated, all but pulled out of her. Then I slammed into her hard enough to make her whimper around the gag."

"Ahh... oh, yeah." He could hear the wet sounds of her fingers moving in and out of her soaked pussy. "Oooooh, yeah. Keep talking."

"I was standing astride the bench, squatted down, with my hands on her shoulders. I started moving in and out, pushing her down against the bench surface, going in slow and going in until I couldn't go any further."

"Ooohmmm, yeah. Did, oh, sheeee ever start, mmmm, making noise? Ahh!" He almost laughed at the way she sounded, trying to talk around her moans of pleasure.

He leaned over and licked her ear, eliciting a sharp "AH!" as a response. "You are twisted, little girl," he whispered.

She leaned against him, her fingers still moving wetly between her legs. She had slid her left hand into her pants, as well, at some point. "I knowwww," she whispered. "I, aah, looove to, mmmm, cummm. Did she -" panting "-ever mmmmake noise for, ooooh, you?"

He licked her ear again, pleased at the shudder and groan that wracked her body and sat back in his seat. "She made three little soft moans and then as her orgasm hit, she made one more that started sharp but then turned into more of a long, drawn-out sigh."

He could hear Kacey's fingers rushing in and out of her pussy, the squishing sounds giving away just how thoroughly soaked she had become. "Like – ahhh – this?" She bit her lip and arched against the back of the seat, her right hand moving furiously inside her scrubs pants. "mmm..." Her moan was soft and short then she panted for several breaths. "Mmmm..." This moan was stronger and lasted for two or three strokes of her fingers. Her panting lasted longer and her hips started squirming against her hand. "MMMM." His cock throbbed as her third moan was almost a cry. He watched her hand motion change from pumping in and out of her pussy to racing side to side across her clit. Her mouth was hanging open, breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to imitate the sounds he'd described her mother making. Her body was trembling all over, hanging on the edge of orgasmic oblivion and beginning to buck against her own hands that were pleasuring her with furious intensity.

He reached over and cupped her breast, glad he'd decided to pull over. He kneaded her pliant flesh through the fabric of her scrubs top and bra, feeling her nipple swell in his palm. He caught the nub and pinched it gently. She bit her lip again, so hard that he was afraid she would draw blood. Her body convulsed in a single huge spasm. "MMMF! Mmmmmmmmmmm...." Her hand slowed even as her moan trailed off from its initial sharp outburst into labored breathing and finally into calmer, more regular breathing. He dropped his hand from her tit to the wrist of the hand still in her pants.

She opened her eyes and turned to look at him. The look he saw in them was wild and not quite focused. "Like that?" she whispered again, a smile quirking up the corners of her mouth.

"Oh, yeah." He grinned as she pulled her hand out of her pants. Gently, he guided her soaked fingers to his mouth, keeping his eyes locked on hers. "Like that, but with nowhere near your enthusiasm." He opened his mouth and guided her two middle fingers into his mouth to begin sucking their entire length. As her eyes slowly regained their focus, she giggled and began slowly pumping her fingers in and out of his mouth. The tangy musk of her arousal and release was the only thing he could smell and all that he wanted to taste.

Kacey leaned forward to lick the corner of his mouth. "God, I taste good. That was not satisfying at all. That was just warm-up play." Still slowly working her fingers in and out of his mouth, she kissed the corner she had just licked and nuzzled his cheek, keeping her lips in contact with his. "I desperately need you to fuck me, daddy-lover, sir."



Morning Playtime 04



As the car headed down the driveway past his hiding place, Charlie eased into position. This time he had replaced his binoculars with a spotting scope on a small tripod and he grinned to himself as he set its legs. Trying to hold the binoculars steady with one hand and get the other into his pants had almost caused him to fall off the stump last time. Looking through the scope, he focused it in on the bathroom window then panned it right to the large picture windows into the living room. Through that window, he could see her stretched out in her bed. Perfect.

He'd barely gotten the rig set before she set her book down and stood, stretching. The thought of running his hands up her legs, over her hips, to her boobs stirred his cock. He wondered if she was going to move into the living room and start her workout. He approved, both because it meant she would strip where he could watch – and get off – but also because she was carrying too much belly. She was attractive already, but if she could just lose that belly, she'd be irresistible.

She moved towards the living room and he could see her mouth moving. Singing? Maybe – he was far enough away that even though the windows were open, interior sounds weren't carrying to him. She stopped, facing the window, and glanced over her shoulder with a smirk on her face. Slowly, she began stretching, bending forward until all he could see of her was the back of her head, her spine, and the delicious humps of her ass. Then, just as slowly, she stretched herself upright, arms together and thumbs interlocked, her hands reaching toward the ceiling like a flower reaching to the sun.

So distracted was he by watching her partially swollen nipples straining against her shirt, that when hands appeared and dragged the hem of her t-shirt up to leave only her sport-bra covering her tits, he almost yelled. Carefully, he changed the magnification on the spotting-scope, trying to see who was handling her so intimately.



Tuck licked the back of Kacey's neck as he pulled her shirt up her arms. She parted her hands just long enough for it to get clear, then clamped them back together as instructed. Dropping her shirt, he trailed his fingertips lightly back down her arms until he encountered the strap of her bra. He glanced to one side, making sure they were still in the field of view of the video camera he'd hidden earlier. After yesterday's trip to town, he knew she'd be on him the first chance she got, so he'd prepared.



Charlie watched, mesmerized, as the hands ever so slowly traced the curves of her arms from wrist all the way to her shoulders and then down her sides. Whoever it was with her certainly seemed to know what she liked, judging from the smile on her face and the way her head lolled back. The hands shifted forward along the black fabric that kept her tits hidden, palms rubbing along the contours of her body. He could see the pulse rising in her throat even as her mouth fell open. Keeping his eye firmly to the spotting scope, Charlie reached one hand down between his legs to squeeze his hard-on through the denim of his jeans and wondered what she sounded like.



Kacey sighed a soft, drawn-out "Ahhhhh" sound as Tuck's hands followed the swollen curves of her breasts. He bit lightly at her shoulder-blade as his hands rubbed small circles on her, teasing her nipples into swelling. Closing his hands over her, he began kneading her flesh slowly through the bra as he kissed his way down her spine.

"What are you up to, daddy-lover?" she asked.

"Hopefully pleasuring you until you squeal, little girl. Keep your hands up like that – I like how that looks."

She giggled. "Too bad you don't have something in the ceiling you could tie me to. I think the fan would fall on us if we tried, though."

Kacey whimpered in disappointment as Tuck's hands slid off her chest and around to her back, even as she squirmed against the tongue that was tracing her spine in the small of her back, pushing down into her waistband.



Charlie watched as the hands moved to reveal nipples straining against cloth. He still couldn't tell who she had behind her. When the fabric of her bra sagged as those hidden hands unfastened it, his breath caught in his throat and his cock jumped under his hand. Was he going to... Yes! Oh, God, yes, whoever she had taken as her lover was stripping her right in front of him. Those hands slid up under the slack bra and began massaging her directly, making her bra seem to squirm in pleasure, even as she was beginning to do.



Tuck kissed his way back up her spine to the base of her neck, enjoying the feel of her flesh in his hands. Her nipples were caught between his thumbs and forefingers, being rolled and pinched into swollen arousal. She pressed back against him, moaning softly every third or forth breath. Occasionally, he would pull slowly but firmly on one of her nipples or scrape it with his thumbnail. The smell of her arousal was almost overwhelming. Finally, he slid his hands up her chest, carrying her bra up her arms as he'd done with her shirt.



Charlie groaned out loud as her tits were gradually revealed in his scope. By now, he'd unzipped his pants and had his cock in his hand, just holding it. He grinned to himself. This show promised to be a long one.



"You smell absolutely delicious, little girl," he whispered. "Good enough to eat."

"Oh, god, I hope you do. I wanna feel your mouth between my legs." She giggled as he growled and bit the nape of her neck, switching to an appreciative "mmmm" deep in her throat as he kissed the bunched up muscles of first one shoulder, then the other, his hands finally divesting her of the bra and returning to caress her belly and breasts. Under his lips, he could feel her pulse pounding and could hear the quickness in her breathing.

"You like that, do you?"

"Uh. Hunh. Wonderful, daddy sir. You make me wanna cum and cum and cum."

He chuckled, a low rumble against her back, and slid his hands down to the waistband of her pajama pants. "Just what I wanted to hear. Ready to get started?"



Charlie squeezed his cock as he watched those hands slide down over the curve of her belly to rest at her waistband. This was radically different from the video she'd sent him while he was in Afghanistan, when she'd teased and played with herself solo for him. It was even different from the video he'd gotten from the hidden camera the weekend they'd played swaps with Kyle and Lisa. This was ... wild. Raw. 

He watched, almost panting, as those hands slid down inside her pajamas. He could see her sag in relief as those fingers probed her – roughly? Gently? - and found the place she wanted to be touched. He wondered if her hidden partner were concentrating on her clit or shoving his way up inside her.

Her arms seemed to melt, drifting down to rest on his as he stroked her. Her mouth was hanging open, no doubt whimpering in pleasure as his fingers worked on her. 



Tuck pressed one hand against her belly, opening her clit up to the palm of his hand as he drove his fingers up and into her pussy. He knew she liked it that way from the video she'd sent to Charlie when he was deployed. Her breathing was loud, punctuated regularly by a whimper or moan of delight. Her hands were resting on his, nothing but the thin cloth of her pajamas separating them. She didn't try to guide his actions, content simply let him give her what he wanted her to have and enjoy it.

He slipped his fingers out to rub them briskly across her clit. She sucked her breath in sharply, her body shaking slightly. "Oh, yeah. Ooooh, yeah," she whispered.



Charlie had hated her wearing her pajamas around the house all day when they were married. But now... now it was sexy, especially watching someone taking her in them. His hand slowly pumped the length of his cock as he remembered how loud she could get during sex. He needed to remember to get a hunter's ear so he'd be able to listen to – and record – any more episodes like this that he encountered.



Tuck pushed his fingers back into Kacey's slickened pussy, steadily pumping his hand in and out. She groaned long and low then began almost chanting "ah ah ah" in time to his thrusts. He kissed the side of her neck up to her cheek and licked the corner of her mouth.

She squatted slightly against his hand and moved her own hands up to play with her breasts, rubbing and kneading them just as Tuck had done a few minutes earlier. In seconds, he felt a light ripple in her belly, accompanied by a long "ooooooooooh." Her shaking increased and he switched to rubbing her clit again.

She turned her face towards him, her lips parted. Finding his, she shoved her tongue into his mouth greedily, hungry for him. With their mouths clamped together, her whimpers turned into a string of "mmm" sounds that came out through her nose. She snaked one arm behind his head, holding him locked to her even as her other hand had to pleasure both breasts as his hand moved faster between her legs.

Finally, she broke the kiss, pulling his face against her neck and let her other hand drop to press against his. He sucked lightly at her neck and shoved his fingers deep into her pussy again, sliding quickly in and out and making wet squishing sounds that made him throb against her.

"Is this what you want, baby girl? Hmm? Do you like daddy finger-fucking your hot little pussy?"

"Ohhh. Oooooooh, yes. Please, daddy-lover, please." She broke off, panting. "Ah. Aaaaah. Please make me cum all over your hand," she whispered. Her hips were squirming against his hand and doing a delicious job of rubbing on his cock, which was pressed up between her asscheeks.



When she broke off the kiss, Charlie could finally see the face of the person busily man-handling his ex-wife. When realization set in that she was well on her way to screwing her step-father, he wasn't sure whether to laugh or scream. Had she been doing him before he'd decided to dump her for Ginny? Probably not – stationed in Germany for three years had pretty much meant nothing had a chance of happening. Maybe when he'd deployed and she'd gone home to stay with her mom and step-dad? Possibly so. 

He kept watching, still stroking himself. She was squirming against his hands, her lips moving. He could imagine her whispering, telling him what she wanted done, begging to be fucked. He laughed to himself. She was a royal little slut once she got started and a royal little bitch in-between those times. Finally, he decided no matter who else she had been screwing while they'd been married, her step-dad hadn't been on the list. They looked too much like they were still exploring the fit and feel of each other.



Kacey began arching back against him, pushing herself back even as she squatted a little more. Tuck began racing his fingers in and out for two or three strokes before pulling out to rub at her clit for several strokes, then shoving his fingers back into her and repeating the cycle. She was shuddering now, clutching at him for support. And she was ... not loud, but very vocal. Her cries had climbed slightly in pitch as well as volume and he knew she was close. 

"OooooOOoohhh. Yeah, please. Oh, yeah... yeah..."

He nipped her ear. "That's my girl. Is daddy about to drive you crazy?


"Ye- es, sirrrrr," she moaned, a catch in her breath. "Oh." He felt her stiffen all over. "Oh... Ah. Ah. Yes, oh yes! Ahah...AAAAAHHHHH!" She arched against him and he felt her warm juices soak his hand. "Oh... oh, yeah." He slowed his tempo, bringing her down from her flight to a gentle landing. "Oh, daddy-lover. That was marvelous." She pulled his hand out of her pajamas and began greedily licking and sucking on his cum-soaked fingers.

Turning, she grinned impishly at him. "Sorry, seems like I got it all. I guess if you want a taste, you might should go to the source." She stepped up against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoving her ample breasts against him. "Although if you hurry, there might be a little hint of me left in my mouth.



Charlie watched as she turned to her step-father, sucking on the fingers she'd just ridden to orgasm. He watched as, without warning, Tuck grinned and twined his fingers in her hair, pulling her to him and kissing her forcefully. Charlie could only imagine the heat between the two and wondered how long it would be before he had her on the ground, fucking her into a screaming finish.



Morning Playtime 05



Kacey pulled Tuck's shirt loose from his pants and slid her hands up his back, nibbling at his lower lip. Grinding her hips against his, she moaned into his mouth. He shoved his hands down the back of her pajamas, squeezing her asscheeks roughly and pulling her against him. She was squirming, hips grinding against his, trying to mindlessly make love to him through their clothing. He kissed and licked his way down the side of her neck, holding her hips tightly against his. She leaned back, arching up to meet his mouth with her body. 

Charlie watched through the telescope, grinning, cock in hand. Yes, they were definitely new lovers. He wondered if his ex-father had taken her yet or if they had only flirted to the point they now had to fuck or totally avoid each other. That was one of the reasons why he'd divorced her – she couldn't flirt with just her voice, she had to use her whole body. That had been the main factor behind them playing swaps with Lisa and Kyle. His cock jumped in his hand as he remembered the wives curled up together in a juicy 69 position, the two guys each taking the other's wife from behind. A barely-audible cry snapped his attention back to the present. 

Tuck had one hand down the back of Kacey's pajamas, the other higher on her back to support her and she leaned back. They had turned sideways just enough for him to see Tuck's mouth clamped on Kacey's nipple. As he watched, he could see Tuck's throat muscles work to draw her nipple deep into his mouth. Her head was thrown back, mouth open, and as Tuck worked her nipple, Charlie heard Kacey cry out again.

Tuck released her nipple and lapped at it with his tongue. Catching it gently between his teeth, he looked up at the girl's face. "So you like that, then?" he asked around her nipple.

Her only response was an effort at a nod as she worked her fingers against the back of his head. 

He sucked at it again, lightly this time, and chuckled. "I bet I could make you cum just from playing with your tits, couldn't I?"

She moaned around something suspiciously like a laugh and pressed his face to her bosom again. "So... good..." she whispered. She leaned her head down to look at him, eyes glazed by passion. "Eat me. Strip me and eat me, daddy-lover. Now, oh god, now please."

Tuck dropped to his knees, sliding her pajama pants down her legs without hesitation. Kacey laughed as she stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. Leaning forward, she pulled off his shirt and planted a kiss on Tuck's forehead. "Isn't it usually the girl who is down on her knees when you read this sort of stuff?"

He laughed and kissed her nose then her mouth. "Depends. Having to keep enough of your senses about you to remain standing adds a delicious frustration to the ordeal. You can't totally abandon yourself to the sensation this way like you could if you were lying down."

She groaned and straightened, pulling his face to her. Playfully, he nipped at her belly before darting his tongue into her belly-button. "Mmm. Now, about turning daddy's little girl into one huge, juicy dessert..."

Charlie had tried to forget how much fun Kacey had been in bed. It hadn't worked and he had started spying on her from time to time, like today. He watched as she straightened up, totally naked, while Tuck settled himself on the floor at her feet. He wondered for a moment what they were up to, until she stepped forward, Tuck's face between her thighs. His hands cupped the curves of her ass and her hands fluttered between his head and her tits.

Tuck kissed her thigh as she straddled him, eliciting a deep sigh. She gently pulled his face closer as he began trailing kisses up the inside of her thigh and then across her shaved mound above her pussy and down the inside of the other thigh. He reversed his route, moving in and closer a little, his lips pressing home just above her clit this time. On the next pass, his kiss landed squarely on the swollen nub and he sucked at it lightly, causing her to squirm against his face and moan loudly. He curled his fingers, digging his nails into the flesh of her ass as he slid his tongue along her nether lips. Her hands kept his face pressed close as she swayed against his attentions, moaning again.

"Aaaah, yeah. Take me with your tongue," she whispered. "Fuck me with your mouth, daddy-lover. Ma-ake me, oh!" She broke off, panting. "Make me cum all over your face."

He opened his mouth, french-kissing her pussy. He worked his tongue in and out, lapping up her musky juices as she writhed and moaned.

"This is soo-oOH! mean," she whispered. "I can feel the orgasm just right there." He slid his hands up off her ass and along her sides until he was cupping her breasts and began kneading them.

She pulled his face against him, rocking her hips against his face, whimpering in time to her motions. He withdrew his tongue and began sucking at her pussy-lips until he could feel her trembling all over. Her moans had gone up in volume and had full-blown cries of ecstasy mixed in. He changed targets, moving up her lips to focus on her clit and began sucking softly on it.

Charlie let go of his cock and fumbled for the prolong-cream he'd brought. Tuck appeared determined to take as much time fucking his stepdaughter as he could possibly manage. Charlie could just barely hear her cries as Tuck did whatever it was he was doing down there between her legs and she was humping his face like a dog humping a friendly leg.

Tuck pinched her nipples, first taking turns then pinching both at once. Kacey gave a loud "OOOHH!" and ground her hips against him. He flicked his tongue across her clit and then sucked at it, gently but firmly, drawing it deep into his mouth just as he'd done to her nipples not so long ago. "Oh, god, ooooooh..." When he pinched both her nipples, with her clit sucked deep into his mouth, she yelled and squatted, her voice climbing an octave, at once pushing against his face and clenching and pulling him close with her hands.

He felt her buck against him and opened his mouth wide, sucking again at her whole pussy. He could feel her shaking, fighting to hold back her release.

"I, ooooh... haftaaaaah, oooh god, pee!"

He shook his head, still licking and sucking at her clit. He pulled back just enough to make words with his mouth, talking against her sopping wet crotch. "I'll drink it." With that, his mouth went back to work on her, kissing at her clit and pussy again."

This time, her voice was almost normal, even though he could feel her shaking. "Oh, god, are you sure? You really want to drink me like that?"

He nodded against her as he sucked at her lips, his nose rubbing along her clit as he did. 

"Oh-kay, daddy-love. That's... oh, god, that turns me on." She held him close and he felt her body falling back into the groove. He sucked lightly at her clit again, drawing on it like a straw. She was humping his face again in moments, crying out as her movements opposed his sucking, making her clit stretch. She wrapped her arms around his head, grinding her cunt against his face, her cries blending together into a series of animalistic sounds that rose and fell in time to her movements against him.

Her shaking turned into shuddering as pleasure wracked her body and he moved his hands back to her ass, in order to keep her from falling over. Her head was thrown back, lost in the moment. He sucked hard at her clit and she uttered a single brief scream, her shuddering turning into spasming jerks. For a second, he wondered if he'd mistimed her, then a hot gush of fluids poured into his mouth as she clenched up around him – thighs, arms, belly, even her pussy spasmed to pour her out into his waiting mouth. He sucked and lapped hungrily at the delicious effluvium, getting it all over his face.

"Oooooooooooooooooooh. Oh, daddy." Her voice was ragged from panting. "Oh, yeah. That's ..." She looked down at him and grinned. "You made me scream." She knelt between his legs and caught his face in her hands. "God, you made me cum so hard." She leaned close and licked his cheek. Leaning back, she smirked at him. "Your face is covered with my cum, daddy-lover. That's awesome." She leaned forward, kissing him lightly. She moaned and parted his lips with her tongue, pressing her face against his, hands sliding around to the back of his head.

"God, you make me taste good," she whispered. She started kissing and licking at his face, talking as his hands came up to play with her tits. "Oooh, yeah. Do me. Fuck me and make me yours again. Make me scream and scream while I cum for you. Please, sir. Please. I'll give you everything mommy-dear can't." She arched against his mouth as he kissed his way down her neck to her breasts. "Yesyesyes! I want you inside me. I need to feel you ripping me open and taking me, driving your cock into me, oooooh god, right NOW. I need – oooooooh, yeah – I need your cock to blow me into oblivion." She arched and squeaked, her eyes popping open in surprise. Then she started giggling.

Biting at the skin just below her collarbone, he raised an eyebrow. "Whazz funny?"

"I just... oh, god, you're making me squirm, right. My leg-muscles are clenching and, oooooooh, unclenching. And it, aaah mmmmmade me cum." She giggled. "Again."

Tuck reached around her and unrolled the yoga mat on the carpet beside them, adjusting it slightly. "Fun. It's not gonna be the last one, either, little girl."



Morning Playtime 06



Kacey knelt between Tuck's legs, her bare tits dangling just out of easy tongue reach. She found the hem of his t-shirt and quickly peeled it off over his head. She planted a trail of hot kisses from his shoulder down to his navel, ending up leaning on her elbows with her bare ass sticking up in the air. As her hands fumbled for his belt-buckle, he sighed and ran his palms down the back of her head and along the curve of her spine to rest on the ample swell of her buttocks. She groaned and pushed her face against him as she managed to finally open his pants.

As he pushed his hips up off the floor, she slid his jeans and briefs down, exposing his rigid cock. With her face already at his stomach, the tip of his shaft was close enough to tickle her chin. Rocking back on her toes, she dragged his pants down and off his legs.

She sat there for a moment, staring at his crotch. Slowly, she leaned forward until she was again on her elbows, face hovering less than an inch from his throbbing shaft. She opened one hand, letting her fingers lightly caress his balls as she studied him. Lightly, she ran the other index finger up the length of him, then wrapped her thumb and index finger around him in a ring and slowly let it descend.

When he cupped her head and drew her towards him, she whimpered softly and ran the very tip of her tongue along the slit of his penis. As he shuddered, she opened her mouth and slid down over him, burying her face against him. Again, he slid one hand along her back as she began slowly working her mouth up and down his shaft. When his hand reached her ass, he slid it further around until his fingers found her wet pussy. She screamed with a mouth full of cock as his fingers found her clit and pressed on it lightly. He laughed softly as he felt the moisture flow over his hand.

Hungrily, she kissed her way up his belly and chest until she was staring into his eyes from scant inches away. "I need you," she whispered. "I need you inside me right now, driving me crazy, making me scream. Fuck me, daddy-lover. Fuck me, please. Let me ride you until I scream."

By now she was rubbing her shaved mound against his cock, shaking.

Through the spotting-scope, Charlie watched as Tuck's stepdaughter stripped him and shoved her mouth down over his cock. He remembered how that mouth felt and tasted and he felt his own cock jump in his hand. He watched Tuck push Kacey over onto her back, holding his naked body over her, her legs wrapping around Tuck's waist.

Staring down at Kacey, Tuck grinned. "Ready to rock, baby girl?"

She clenched her hands where they were now cupping his ass and arched her hips, driving her wet mound up against his shaft. "Oh, god, yes. Yes, please." She suddenly giggled. "Except for one thing." She twisted her hips, rolling him over onto the yoga mat so that she was straddling him. "I wanna drive, please, sir."

He reached up and cupped her breasts, roughly thumbing her nipples. "Hm, okay. I think I can live with that."

She leaned down and licked his lips. "It makes me cum harder. I can lean back, with my hands behind me, between your legs, and your cock hits me juuuuust right." She was rolling her hips against his belly in time to his thumb-strokes, and he laughed as she bit her lower lip, whimpering.

"So." He pinched one of her now-swollen nipples. "Get busy."

Her eyes closed and her mouth fell open as her breathing quickened into panting. "Can't," she gasped. "Not, oooh, yet. Gotta ... gotta finish this, aaaaaaah!" She braced her hands on his chest and pushed herself upward. "OH! OOOOOOH!" She shook against him as her orgasm hit. "Oh, yeah. Ahhh, okay. God, that's so good, just rubbing myself off against you.

Slowly, she moved backwards, lining her soaked pussy up on his cock, her eyes locked on his, a small smile quirking up one corner of her mouth. She stopped just as the tip of his shaft started to spread her lips. "Is you camera running, daddy-sir?"

He laughed and swatted her ass playfully. "What makes you think I have a camera set up somewhere?"

She wriggled against him lightly and giggled. "Because you love looking at me. Because I've caught you taking pics of me before." She closed her eyes, smiling, and slid her pussy down around him. "Oooooooooh, yeah." She moved her hips and a small circle around him. "I can't believe mommy-love doesn't want this. God, you fill me up." Still leaning forward with her hands on his chest, she slid up until his cock came out of her and she rubbed herself along it, letting his head bump against her clit.

Charlie was breathing through his mouth now, watching her slowly fuck her stepfather, riding him like a bad girl eating a popsicle. He wondered how much noise she was making -- by now, she should be quite ... vocal in her appreciation. Next time he'd bring his brother's "hunter's ear" amplifier, he promised himself.

Tuck fought to keep himself still as she slid her pussy back up his cock. He desperately wanted to grab her hips and impale her on himself, but she seemed to be almost completely lost in the moment and he figured letting her have her lead would cause the final explosion to be much bigger. So, instead, as she sat bolt-upright, he let his hands rest on her hips, following her body's movements as she paused for a moment before finally slipping her pussy around him again.

She opened her eyes and grinned down at him. "Enjoying the show?"

He growled and arched his hips into hers, driving himself deep enough into her that she whimpered. "Driving me crazy, brat."

She put her hands on the mat behind her ass, arching her back. "Mmmm. Good, because you are driving me crazy too." She caught her breath. "Oh, yeah. Yeah."

Slowly, she rocked her hips, pumping her cunt along him. "Oooooooh. Ooh, yeah. Ah!" She shuddered as the head of his cock hit a particularly sensitive place. "Mmmmh." She held herself steady for a moment, then lowered her hips until she found the right spot again. "Ah." She made a small back and forth rocking motion with her hips, centered around the spot she'd found. "Ah, ah, ah, ahhhh... ooooohhhh, yeah."

He slid one hand around her hip so that his thumb rested on her clit. She started shaking and he pressed lightly on the swollen bud. "Oooh. Ohhhh. Ah, yeah, daddy-lover.... aaaaahhh..."

Slowly, he arched his hips to push his cock deep into her. She kept her movements centered around her pleasure-spot, leaning back farther to reach it. "Mmmmh... Oh, daddy-lover... daddy... aaah, daddy-love... aaaah... ahhhh..."

Her breathing was ragged and fast, words slurring together. Even with such a short stroke-length, her soaked pussy was making a wonderful wet sound as she moved. She shoved her hips down against his and held them there for a few moments, shaking. "Ah. Oooooh, yeah. God, yeah. You fuck me just right, daddy-lover."

She started moving again, finding the place she wanted. "Ooh. Mmmmm. Mmmmhhh, ooooh." Faster, now, moving to her need rather than her desire. "Daddy, mmmmh. Ah, ah, ah... Ooohaaaaahhhh... Aaaaaaaahhhhhh..." She was shaking all over and Tuck knew she was fighting to hold back, wanting to keep her orgasm held off to make it as big as she could. His thumb was soaked with pussy juices and he rubbed it over her clit.

"AAAH! Yeah, daddy, fuck, ohhhhh, me and -- aaaaahh -- make me yours. Maaaaaaahhh, mark meeee..." He ran his other hand up her side, then dragged his nails down her skin, thumb still fucking her sloppy-wet clit. She arched back farther, pumping his shaft with her hips.

"Oh... oh... ahahah... ahhh... ahhh..." Her voice was going up in octave and he knew she couldn't hold out much longer. "Ahhh... mmmmmh, aaaah, yeah, daddy... aaah... aaah... aaaaahhhhh...." Her movements were erratic, jerking wildly. "Ohahahahahahaaaahhhh, mmmh... ooooh, daaah...daddy-lover, yes. Yes! OH... ohohohOH... AAAHHHunnnh!"

With the last sound, he felt her pussy clench around him and a stream of hot liquid hit his belly. She shook as her body poured out its release.

Charlie watched through the spotting-scope in amazement, zoomed in on Kacey and her stepdad's joined crotches. In the six years they'd been married plus the two they'd dated before that, she'd never cummed hard enough to spray like that. She'd been so loud at the end that he'd even heard her from his vantage-point.

She sat up and leaned over him, wild-eyed. "Oh. Oh, daddy-lover. You, mmm, made me scream." She leaned down and nuzzled his neck. "I need more," she whispered. "Just a little more. I can feel it, hiding inside me, wanting you to fuck it out of me." She started moving against him again, her lips locked on his, tongue probing his mouth. She was whimpering around the kiss steadily in time to the strokes.

"Ooooh, daddy. Daddy-lover." She pushed herself up, hands on his chest. "I need this so bad." His hands locked onto her tits, squeezing them roughly. She threw her head back and slammed her hips against his, grinding their bodies together. "Yeah... hurt me just a little, daddy. Hurt me while you love meeeaaaaahhh..." She started panting and her movements became almost frantic. "Yeah, there... oooh, there, daddy-lover. Ooooh... I'll take, aaah, everything mommy-dear, mmmmh, doesn't want. Oooh... ohhh... Daddy... Daddy-love... oh, Daddy, yeah... fuck me, Daddy..."

Charlie could hear her again. He missed her wild needs and could feel his body responding to her cries. She was chanting "Daddy" over and over with each stroke, about to cum again. "I need you, daddy," she screamed and Charlie's cock jumped. "Fuck me, daddy-love! Fuck meee..." and he felt the slight ooze of pre-cum on his hand. She was leaning over him, her hands on his chest, moving on him like a bull-rider, pounding her pussy up and down along his cock, driving him into her. He could hear the madness in her voice and remembered seeing it in her eyes when she'd ride him like that.

"Oh, yeah, Daddy-love... yeah, YEAH! Fuck me, Daddy! Make your little girl cum and cum, unnh, yeah..." Tuck smacked her ass and she jumped without ever losing her rhythm. "Unnnh, yeah... Oooohaah... I'm better than she is, daddy-lover...I want what you can give meee..."

Tuck could feel his balls throbbing as she moved against him. She sounded so delicious, driven out of her head with need. She was driving him crazy, talking like she was, and the whole idea of fucking his wife's daughter was about to make him explode. If she wanted him bad enough to spray all over him in the living-room floor, he would have to agree that the girl was a better fuck than her mother. The thought made his cock jump inside her.

Without opening her eyes, she slid her arms down around him, pressing her lips to his to kiss him with insane greed, desperately shoving her tongue into his mouth. She broke off, her breathing deep and ragged as she rode him in a frenzy of animal need. "Need you, Daddy, need to fuck you, need to cum for you, oooooooooooooooooooh..." She tightened her arms around him and buried her face in his neck. "Daddy... Daddy-lover... oh, yeah, fuck me Daddy-lover, aaaahh! Oh, Daddy! Daddy, Daddy, unnh, Daddy-lover, aaaah... DADDY! DADDY, OOOOOH! OOH! AAAAAAAAH, FUCK ME DADDY! OOOHooooooooh..."

He felt her orgasm, another incredible squeeze and a flood of wet heat as she gushed again. "Oooooh... oh, Tuck... Daddy..." He spasmed, his cock finally erupting and pumping her full of his own seed. It seemed to go on forever, in waves crashing one after another as her cunt would spasm then his cock would heave. Finally, the waves subsided and she stretched out on top of him, still holding him inside her.

Idly, she scrapes his nipple with a fingernail. "Wow. You really did make me scream, Daddy-lover. And... oh my God... we're soaked." She giggled. "I wasn't expecting to spray like that. God, that was amazing." She sucked on the nipple, eliciting a groan from him. "Mmm, I think I felt someone trying to make a come-back there." She nuzzled his chest, kissing the teased nipple, then propped herself up on her elbows to look into his eyes. "I can't believe she doesn't want that. I'll take all of that I can get." She rubbed a thumb over the other nipple, then looked at him impishly. "So... who's better?"

Tuck growled and swatted her on the ass again. "Brat. We better get all this -- and us -- cleaned up before we get caught."



Morning Pleasure



Once upon a time a man and a woman started writing together their words flowed in unison. Over the months of writing about imaginary people they started to get to know each other. The woman could not believe she held the interest of such a talented writer. Time passed and the characters they once wrote about no longer monopolized the subject of their exchange. The woman tried to make sure he had a sexy gathering of words waiting for him upon his arrival to work everyday. The following is loosely based on one of those attempts to make sure he had a Hard Monday Morning.

Good Morning, I purr in your ear as I begin my slow downward exploration of your sleeping body. Red fingernails gently trace the shape of your nipples as the sun readies to break the sky. It amazes me how with every kiss I give you I find something new and exciting about you to explore.

The way your chest rises and gradually falls with every breath you take; that little smile as you sleep and find yourself in the midst of what must be a very enjoyable experience. From your ear I just whispered in down your chest I find new places on you that respond to my nibbles and licks and kisses. My leg is over your cock and I feel you respond to my affections, even though you are still half-asleep. Fully aware that you would be hard with or without my attention in the pre-awake twilight time of the day, I set out to make sure you get the full satisfaction your stiff cock deserves. You are a never-ending source of pleasure for me and I make sure you know this as my lips caress your inner thighs. .My tongue softly swirls across your iron thigh, trying to catch a curly hair to tease and grab between my teeth. A low moan escapes you as my long nails tickle your outer thighs; slowly I am waking you with my fingers, mouth and eager nakedness sliding over your body.

Hot breath escapes me; my mouth is now at the base of your cock. I take your balls one by one and suck them to life, playing with my tongue and alternating sucking hard and soft. Slowly you start to awaken but you are not yet fully aware of my mouth between your legs. Your cock stiffens as I begin to lick your length, my tongue flat and wet as I slowly caress you. When I push against the underside of your ever-hardening cock and let my tongue sway back and forth over your veins, I feel the blood pulsing within you. 

Almost awake now, I begin to move with greater passion, insuring when you shake off the night's sleep and look down your eyes will be full of the same passion and lust as you see in my eyes. You feel the quick darting motions of my tongue at the ridge of your cock head, teasing you relentlessly. My tongue moves faster then slower, pressing hard then slowly licking your full length again. Wet, flat licks across the very tip of your swollen cock head turn into little flickers, fast and eager. I move over you and you feel my lips open as I press against your cock and push you into my hot horny mouth. Your fat purple head is sucked into my mouth as your eyes open and you realize what is happening.

You feel your cock becoming engulfed by the wet warmth of my mouth. I take you deeper with in me, you grow and begin to move in rhythm with my mouth. Slowly I am sucking you, deeper and deeper, I am making love to your sexy cock with my mouth and you are now fully awake and aware of this morning pleasure. 

Moaning, your hips move faster and with a growl you order me to 'show you'. I am lying at a 90-degree angle to you, my best sucking position. You know this is my way of indicating that I want to taste your cum .I want to fuck you with my mouth, to feel your hands grabbing me by the hair, pushing me hard into your thrusting cock as my head bobs up and down and I devour you with lust. I want to hear you moan my name when your breath quickens and you are driven closer to the edge.

Knowing what you enjoy I turn slightly and open my legs so that you are staring at my smooth pussy which is now swollen and glistens with my juices. I want to give you a view of the pleasure I get from pleasing you with my mouth. You see the glistening stream of my cum running down my thigh similar to the way syrup spills over a stack of pancakes. You feel my nipples, hard and elongated as I move them over your muscled abdomen. Although it seems impossible, I feel you swell even more and I know the time is near. My body is one with you and I acknowledge your need. I mouth fuck you madly, pushing you deep down my throat, my tongue in constant motion dancing on your beautiful cock. My mouth is your fuck toy and you use me for your pleasure... Hot and wet, my mouth surrounds your ripe cock. Your hands grab my head and hold me down as your legs stiffen. 

One final thrust and your cock explodes in my mouth, flooding me with your cum which I drink with enthusiasm. Throbbing, spurting sweet cum blasts down my throat as you fill my mouth. I grab your hand and quickly push it between my legs, holding it there; you feel my cunt spasm and flood your hand as I cum with you, knowing that my pleasure results from your own. Feeling the effect being able to please you has on me you begin to smile and remain hard for more... 



Morning Pleasure



Jenn stirred from a deep slumber, awakened not by sound, it was a quiet Sunday morning, their bedroom's available light subdued by thick closed drapes. Her heavy eyelids fluttered open, momentarily remembering the dream of being on a raft surrounded by water. The urgent need to pee painfully prompted the naked girl to get up. 

Curled up next to her man, she swung her legs around, stood on the deep carpeting and stretched like a cat. Just like a typical man, she thought looking at his sprawled torso taking up half the bed. Jenn drank in the sight of Don's long curly brown hair splayed against the pillowcase, toned, muscular arms and legs akimbo and mouth half open, zonked out carelessly. Only his feet were covered under their red satin sheets.

Jenn loved to privately stare at Don's nakedness while he was deep in sleep but the bathroom beckoned, she padded noiselessly into the adjacent room, casually sat and emptied her screaming bladder with great relief. Wiping herself, the ultra soft tissue made Jenn realize how sore her vulva was, recollecting how Don had roughly pounded into her and hadn't she asked for that attention?

She smiled at the tousled hair in the mirror and the dark hickey near her collarbone, silently giggling, did she ask for that also? Jenn swished a capful of Listerine and spat into the sink, wiping her lips with the dark blue hand towel. Her breasts felt heavy, cupping their fullness Jenn held them up for inspection, lightly touching her nipple's morning crinkle. The thought of going back to sleep was quickly erased; Jenn had something better in mind.

Reaching into the medicine cabinet, she retrieved the bottle of sensual massage oil, its tangerine flavour agreeably tasty and sinfully worked wonders on every area of skin and this morning would be Don's unsuspecting penis.

Full daybreak was an hour away as Jenn slowly walked to the edge of the king sized bed, her mind's camera flicking away at the peaceful naked man, exposed for her delight. His hairy, masculine chest, the whitened skin around his crotch, the freckles near his nose, knees, biceps...she'd save the images.

She squeezed a liberal amount, filling her palm with the sweet oil and gently eased onto the bed, carefully lying next to her lover who didn't move a muscle. Jenn's hand leisurely hovered atop Don's genitals, her fingers sprinkling the warmed oil along his tumescent penis. She waited for a reaction and deep asleep there wasn't one.

Jenn's index finger carefully reached down and spread oil over the cock's surface, painting Don's delicate mushroom shaped head which caused a miniscule stir. As her finger smoothed along the shrunken penis, Don sighed and she watched in wonderment as his balls rolled within the crinkled sack. 

Holding her breath Jenn patiently waited a few seconds then poured more of the liquid into her hand and continued to anoint his member. Three of Jenn's fingers now began to massage along the sides and his scrotum. Don's right knee imperceptibly twitched and he mumbled something quite incoherent, she smiled as her fingers easily wrapped around the girth, a perfect fit.

With the greatest of care, Jenn's oiled digits gripped his cock and used a slow, masturbating motion, moving the slick skin up and down. She felt it start to grow and she felt the power. The power to make him hard even when asleep. He was at her mercy and Jenn watched, blood coursing into his dick, inch by inch he grew, her fingers relentlessly controlling.

Don's head lolled to the side and she purposely let go. His glistened erection plopped back onto the thick mane of reddish pubic hair, pulsating at full attention and Jenn selfishly wondered what he could be dreaming.

It was a maze...a freaking labyrinth...this one story motel that seemed to stretch on and on. And how the hell did I get up here in New Hampshire? I just wanted to go to the beach and now I'm searching...where is she? She flirted with me, back by the pool, coal black eyes, teeny bikini, beautiful ass and she stuck her tongue out at me. Daring me...no wonder I'm roaming around these halls with a hardon looking for her room.

Grasping his hardon, Jenn was amazed at its thickness. Her feminine fingers could not fit around his pole. She drizzled more of the oil into her hand, the cock's real estate had enlarged and tightened to its full seven inches. She loved playing with him, secretly wishing she had a cock of her own, and a new appendage that she could play with for hours, eliciting such pleasure. Jenn's fingers found a rhythm, stroking the massive shaft, gliding and smearing the lubricant. Don's hips uncontrollably lurched upwards into the slickness and she purposely let go.

Christ...I'm buck naked. What if someone sees me? Do I really care? 234...236...238...I can't seem to remember the number on that red plastic key she flashed. Hold on. Wasn't she with a guy? They looked like they were married or...here it is. 238, yeah. Knock, knock. She's naked. Her kisses are wet and wanton. I can smell her pussy. We're on the bed and my cock is practically dripping. Her name is Sherry and she looks at me asking, "Aren't you afraid...that your wife will catch us? She's not in this dream Sherry...c'mon...open your legs...please?" 

Jenn cupped his balls, gently squeezing, knowing her Don likes that type of attention, her own heart beating quicker, her own arousal seeping. She spills two more droplets on the sensitive underside, adding to the already very shiny penis. Jenn's thumb and index finger encircle the base of Don's prick, gripping tightly, momentarily cutting off circulation, the prominent blue veins swell out. Lustfully she ogles his enormous cock, like a Greek god's made of marble. Jenn's wet tongue lewdly licks along the length, tasting his tangerine manhood. Asleep, he moans aloud and purposely she let go.

Can't remember being this horny. God I need to fuck, need release. Sherry's a great kisser, her tongue is sweet and she's whispering in my ear. "You make me so hot. Why can't you be single?" I'm stabbing my prick near her crotch. Why the hell can't I find her cunt? It's so near...so close...please?

She stared. Don's ass was moving, as if he were fucking someone or trying to. He was close, she knew that. The tip of his cock was dark red, almost magenta. Carefully now, Jenn positioned herself between his legs. Her left hand neatly fitting under slick ball sack, the fingers of her right hand swirling around Don's erection, hot to the touch.

"I'm not going to let go this time..."She whispered barely audible in the hushed room. The desire to crawl up and impale herself on this beautiful monster was almost overwhelming. Jenn face flushed as her oiled hand pistoned up and down the hard cock, Don's chest rose and fell, their combined laboured breathing, somehow synchronized. Her dainty wrist tireless, bringing him closer and closer.

Ahh. There it is. I'm finally inside you. Oh yes. Your cunt muscles are milking me...you're so wet! I'm fucking you, oh god you're so tight! Don't stop...I need to cum...I'm going to cum...

She loved all of him, unconditionally. Jenn felt the power of Don's orgasm begin to build, the tightness in his balls, his skin reddening and she controlled it. Hard as a rock, his towering erection swelled within her tight slick grasp, Jenn's syrupy pussy leaked onto her ankle stroking him expertly. 

Don gripped the nearby sheet and his eyes fluttered open as the first searing wave of pure pleasure wound through his stunned body and their eyes met, their souls touching.

"Jenn! Ohh...fuck-k-k..." Witnessing his delightful shock, Jenn calmly slowed her strokes, staring at Don's unabashed passion kindling. A thick rope of white, silky cum forcefully shot into mid air, landing onto his tightened stomach, his entire torso stiffened like his penis, sinews stretching, rolling in ecstasy. 

"Ohh....my god...argggggggh-h-h-h-h-h!" He bellowed, Jenn's unceasing oily fingers bringing forth every ounce of cum, sending him into a crescendo of exhilaration. She squeezed his balls, pushing him, wanting it all. He spurt deliriously again and again, cascading over Jenn's thin fingers, wedging himself against the mattress. Unable to speak, he groaned unashamed. It seemed the room was spinning and he gulped deep breaths as the content, sought after release bounced around his insides.

"Fuck. Oh fuck Jenn. What a..." 

"What a way...to start the day? Is that what you're trying to say? Did I send you...somewhere?" She smiled down at her spent man, milking the last remnant of sperm, sensing his lovely surrender. Jenn brought her fingers to her mouth, licking the froth of Don's manly essence.

"Mmm...you're sweet. Did anyone ever tell you that?" She winked, licking her lips and stretched out along his side. Jenn rubbed his chest, nestling under an outstretched arm.

"I love you...I always have..." She purred happily.

"Baby, oh baby. You're the best...you know that. And I love you so much...so much..." His eyes were already closed.

~To Be Continued~



Morning Pleasure



I was awake. Blinded by the slivers of sunlight that escaped the bedroom curtain. It wasn't the sun that woke me though. 

Madeline. 

Is there anything more beautiful than a woman aroused?

It was clear she was trying to be discreet. I guess a moan got loud enough to wake me. If not that then a slight thrumming against the bed. I stare at her, eyebrows raised. 

"Sorry-" she mouths. 

Pillows prop her half up on the head board, the tiniest beads of sweat beginning to form on her brow. The most adorable blush spreads on her cheek. 

"Never apologize," I whisper, turning to my side so I can see her better. I turn my face up to kiss her. 

"Andy- I-" she throws her head back briefly and her shoulders flex while she lets out a soft "ah!"

"Don't stop." 

I lift the heavy comforter off to find Maddie's fingers churning between her legs. Under her panties they beat a rhythm and slice a rhyme into her wet sex. She was always a morning person. I kiss her again, tasting her tongue, cupping breasts with their small hard nipples and feel her upper body arch against my hand. 

"Can I join the party?"

She smiles. And nods. Eyes closed. Biting her lower lip. 

Is there anything more beautiful than a woman in heat? 

I let my hands roam over Madeline's skin, leaving goosebumps in my wake. I make no patterns and touch her randomly, knowing that this would tease her more. I lick her neck and she hisses. I bite on her earlobe and she moans. I snake an arm down her body and place my large hand on top of her own wriggling one. The cloth is damp, the sound within, sloshy. Perfect. 

"Mmmmm," I say, "someone's having a good morning!"

I bear down on her hand. She doesn't like that I disrupt her system, her orderly way of touching herself. 

"Andy... Andy please. I'll be done- I just have to have to- get- want to get-"

My fingers grip the waistband and pull down. I slip the panties off, revealing slick lips. My fingers lace into hers so I can learn this beat, this tempo, this way to bring her to madness. Her eyes flutter open. She sighs. 

"This- this might take a while," she gasps. Her eyes are lidded. She wants me to leave her alone, and not. Women are strange in this way. After all, she knows her body best and I am still learning. She is worried I would get impatient, or give up. But I am not like that. I cannot resist the challenge.

"We have all day if you want."

"But I don't want to- what about-"

Maddie's a Libra. She's all about being fair. If she gets off she wants me to get off too. If I am touching her, she should be touching me as well. Doesn't she realize that pleasuring her also pleasures me? 

Is there anything more beautiful than a woman who loves you?

"Shhh-" I say, lifting the knee closest to me, bending it so my flower is now a star, open and exposed. My fingers have taken over the assault on Maddie's pussy as her hands clutch the mess of bedcovers at her side or reach back on the headboard to give her leverage to arch into me. Figure 8s on the tip of her clit. Lazy circles, gentle but forceful. Just the way she likes. 

Her breath becomes shallow, labored. Her eyebrows stitch together. I take a breast in my mouth and let my tongue laze over a nipple. Lazy circles, gentle but forceful. Just the way she likes. A bit of teeth to graze her flesh. 

Maddie stiffens, her thighs tremble and her eyes squeeze shut. I dip into her opening, spreading the moistness on her pussy lips. 

"Did you cum?" 

"I- I think so-" a labored whisper. Her eyes remain closed as she floats in a sea of pleasure.

"If you have to think about it, you probably didn't," I smile. 

"Andy, it's ok it's- you don't have to do any-"

But I do. 

I brace my shoulders into my lover's thighs, kissing the trembling flesh. I wrap an arm around each opening her to me. Her pussy unfolds, the nub peeking out of its hood both inviting and challenging me to approach. At first contact, Maddie jumps and I am glad I chose to brace her legs. She whimpers as I continue. 

Soft licks travel on hot flesh to the wetness of her center. She tastes of cinnamon. Musky, rich, earthy sexual honey that only feeds my appetite. The flat of my tongue discovers the terrain of her cunt, of fat hills and a valley of folds. 

Her hands direct my head, changing the angle until I am right where she wants me. 

"Right there. And no teasing," she warns, settling back into the pillows. Her heels dig into the bed as she offers herself to me. 

Isn't there anything more beautiful than a woman who knows what she wants?

My name is spoken as a litany. I navigate by pitch and sound. At first she is instructive, punctuating her Andys with yesses and ohs. She trembles against me and I struggle to keep aim. Her pussy is wetter now, the fluid thick and dripping. 

"Faster, Andy, please faster," she moans in supplication, lost in a haze of good feelings from the thousands of nerve endings shooting from her core. I quicken the pace, lapping up her juices, and concentrating on her bud. I feel giddy, lightheaded with the smell of musky cunt and delightful sounds of pleasure. Maddie's thighs clamp against my head and she arches again. 

She chants my name as she lifts her hips. I hear-

Andy. Andy. Oh Andy. Fuck. God, Andy. Andyandyandy-

as she bucks against my mouth. I purse my lips, trapping her clit and suck gently as she explodes. 

ANDY!

Is there anything more beautiful than a woman about to orgasm?

Two fingers easily enter her and saw in and out as I hum against her throbbing pussy. Her cum splashes against my chin, her hands frantically claw against my head trying to get me off of her. I am not done. My tongue continues to trace circles around her clit as my fingers pump into her. Maddie's incoherent guttural groan coincides with her pussy walls squeezing against my fingers. I let her ride the wave, slowing down until she reaches earth. 

There is a buzzing in my ears as my head is set free from its cage of thigh and leg. I feel an an involuntary jerk now and then as Maddie floats down from her peak. Her limbs are splayed, heavy. When she tries to speak no words come out. I don't need to ask this time. 

I kiss my way up to her belly, under her breasts, to her neck. She tastes herself on my lips and I mold my body to hers, covering her like a blanket. Her skin is damp against mine. Her breathing calms. 

"Andy?" Her whisper is soft, adoring, searching. I hold her head against my chest so she can hear the beating of my heart. When her eyes open they are glazed over. I hold her until she is heavy in my arms asleep. 

Is there anything more beautiful?