tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-268163272024-03-14T01:14:19.764-07:00Couples Sex StoriesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger30125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-61781413621768143262009-06-30T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-30T04:00:05.276-07:004x4ingThe hot water felt great on my mud caked naked body. I had been working with my brother and dad dehorning cattle all day long and I stunk like cow poo and mud. Once I was cleaned up and freshly shaven I toweled off and made my way to my bedroom. Upon entering my room I dropped the towel, shut and locked the door and lay down on my bed. The bottom drawer of my nightstand contained some self pleasure toys that I used often. I selected a large life like vibrator and slowly inserted it into my soaking wet snatch. The feel of the large cock filling me up was unbelievable and I hadn't even turned it on yet. Once in all the way I slowly pulled it back out and repeated the motion, just working it in and out of my cunt.<br /><br />"Oh yes," I moaned as I turned the cock on and let the vibrations send chills through my body.<br /><br />I switched it onto the high setting and buried it deep within me. I could never last very long with the cock on high and could feel an orgasm already building. I just held onto the end of it while my legs were spread wide and ass hiked up in the air. I was so hot and wet and knew it wouldn't be long before I came. I held on as long as I could but lust overcame me and I let my body take control and came with a force, my body kicked and bucked like a wild mustang and I had to burry my face in a pillow to muffle my screams. They toy cock could do nothing to stop the flood as I came and soaked the bed. I grabbed a hold of the toy and pulled it out of my pussy and just gasped unable to breath or move. Finally, after what seemed like forever I was able to get up, clean myself up and proceeded to ready myself for the evening. Aside from being a full time student in college, and working around the farm I also tend bar a few nights a week at one of the many local bars.<br /><br />I selected a fire red g-string and matching half cup bra, along with a short little faded denim skirt and a tight low rise midriff baring tee shirt was pulled over my "girls". I figured it would be a busy night so I opted to wear my 4" high black knee high boots. After doing just a bit of make up I pulled my hair into a pony tail and off to work I went. As I was driving to town I noticed that my skirt did nothing to hide my g-string, or anything else for that matter.<br /><br />Out in our neck of the woods there aren't any fancy joints, just good 'ol honky tonk type bars and "Shooters" was one of the wildest. Pickup trucks far out number cars in the county and the parking lot was full of them. I found a spot and pulled my truck in and made my way inside.<br /><br />Steve Earls' "Copperhead Road" was blasting from the 8 huge speakers mounted on the walls and the bar as well as many of the tables was full of guys and gals drinking and talking. Dave and Dana were behind the bar serving drinks left and right. I had just walked behind the bar when all the guys at the bar raised their glasses and bottles up and cheered LILA LILA LILA LILA SLAM!!!! Down came the bottles and glasses. I smiled and waved to everyone and went to the back room to hang my purse up. Dave, who owns the place, was ready to head out for the night, leaving the place to Dana and myself.<br /><br />"You two girls have fun and keep things in order and under control," Dave told me with a grin. Dave knew Dana and I always had fun and could keep em all in line.<br /><br />"Sure thing boss, we just stay behind the bar and serve drinks, nothing more. I told him.<br /><br />"Yeah, it's not like we get on the bar and dance and flirt with the guys," Dana piped in.<br /><br />With one last look Dave was out the door, leaving Dana and I to run the show. Dana was dressed in a tight ass pair of super low rise jeans and a tank top that barely contained her perky breast and long brown hair. All night long we stayed busy, serving drinks, a bit of dancing, and lots of flirting. The guys all loved when we got on the bar and line danced to "The Devil Went Down to Georgia". I know dam well that they all got a good view up my skirt and at my red g-string. <br /><br />By 2pm, bar time, most everyone had already gone home for the night. A couple guys were in the back room playing pool. As Dana started cleaning up the front of the bar I made my way to the back room to clean up there. Jason and Josh, two regulars, were just finishing there pool match.<br /><br />"Just one more shot and you owe me $20," Jason told Josh as he lined up his shot.<br /><br />"Bullshit, there aint no way in hell you can make that." Josh sot back.<br /><br />The boys noticed that I was there and after a quick glance, went back to the pool game. The two of them are always the last two to leave the bar every Thursday night. I stopped picking up bottles and cans long enough to watch Jason strike the cue ball, making it hop over Josh's ball and hit the 8 ball, letting it roll into the corner pocket. Jason just smiled and laid down his cue and winked at me. <br /><br />"That was pure luck," Josh explained as he laid a $20 on the table. "Thanks for letting us finish Lila."<br /><br />"No problem," I told them, "but the two of you owe me a road trip some night."<br /><br />"Hell, there aint no better time than right now," he said as he slid the twenty across the table to me, "just grab a box of beer and meet me at my place."<br /><br />I told him I would close up, grab some beer and meet him at his place in 15 minutes. I told Dana I was leaving and out the door I went. Jason's place wasn't too far out of town and I saw the lights were on in his shop so I pulled my truck up by the door and went inside. Jason was over in a side room, reclined in a bucket seat out of some car or truck, watching Speed Channel. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my "girls" into his head and whispered in his ear. "Are we staying here or going for a road trip?"<br /><br />He turned his head upward, gazing down my top before going to my eyes, and said," S-10 or the Silverado?" <br /><br />I knew that the S-10 had a history on road trips so I told him I wanted to go in that. I leaned down, kissed his lip and just let my tongue brush his and pulled away again.<br /><br />"S-10 it is."<br /><br />I followed him out the door, over to the shed and climbed up in the jacked up and souped up 4x4 truck. As he backed out of the shed I asked what all he had done to the truck. "Well I took out the V6 and installed a 383 stroker, added a 3" suspension lift, dual exhaust, bigger tire and a few other mods, and the automatic transmission makes it nicer for other activities as well."<br /><br />I just smiled to myself, thinking, if he plays it right he might just get some of those other activities.<br /><br />Four or five beers, and about 15 miles later found us down off the road in a large swampy area known as "The Marsh". Jason asked me if I wanted to have some fun and of course I was all for it. He shifted into 4-high and slowly turned down a steep bank and right into the stream. The creek was at least 3 feet deep and he slowly made his way down it, still spraying mud and water as we went. It must be a country thing; cause I was turned on just by driving through a muddy river, my g-string was soaked. I lifted my skirt a bit and rubbed my box while Jason continued to maneuver down the stream and up the bank and into the woods. I was lost in my own little world when all of the sudden the truck tipped severely to the left and slid down into the swamp. I fell over onto Jason, hand still on my pussy and other holding my beer. We just sat there for a second and neither of us said a word. Then, in the glow of the "sex lights" I could see Jason grin.<br /><br />"Son of a bitch, I think we might just be stuck." Jason told me as he climbed out of the driver's side window. "Yep sure as hell are."<br /><br />He got his cell phone out and called Josh, told him where we were and hung up. "You might as well get out; it will be a bit before he gets here." I crawled out of the window and into his arms, as to not get my boots muddy. His hand was on my bare ass and he gave it a little squeeze. <br /><br />"I can think of one good thing about being stuck, and it's this good looking blonde I have with me right now." He said with a grin.<br /><br />I shoved my left hand into his mouth and his eyes lit up after tasting my pussy juice. He quickly lifted me into the bed of the truck, hiked up my skirt and pulled the g-string aside. With my legs spread he dove head first into my soaked cunt, licking and sucking like a madman. His tongue kept darting in and out working in deep and working my clit as well. Two fingers made there way in as he kept eating me out and started finger fucking me as well. My hands had lifted my shirt up and I was massaging both of my boobs, he took his free hand and worked one of them as well. He kept eating and sucking on my pussy and I could feel the orgasm building. Jason could sense it as well and went at me faster and harder. All at once I just let go, cumming with a force and covering his face. "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!! OH YESSSS!! Oh god, wow that was great! Now it's my turn"<br /><br />I made him lay down in the truck bed and I undid his jeans, pulling them along with his briefs down, reveling his cock, not the largest but nice(bout 7 inches). I knelt down and in one gulp, took all 7inches in my mouth and sucked and bobbed my head up and down, sucking for all I was worth. I kept sucking and played with his balls, as he just laid there and enjoyed the show, and feeling. I wasn't about to let him cum just yet so I pulled back and stood up and pulled my g-string down my legs and tossed it in the cab of the truck. He stood up and had me face the cab, legs spread and bent over the roof. His cock easily slid into my snatch, it had been soaking wet for almost an hour. The feeling of being filled was wonderful and neither of us said a word as he took control and worked his cock in and out of me; the only sound was of the truck suspension moving. He continued fucking me, slowly increasing his pace, and grabbed onto my hair and pulled back slightly, just to keep me on him. I was nearing my peek as was he and urged him to go harder. <br /><br />"OK, you asked for it you little slut!" <br /><br />He let go of my hair and grabbed my hips and started sawing his cock in and out of me at a breathtaking speed, each time hitting bottom and slapping his balls against me. I was panting like a dog and sweating like mad, so hot and wet. God it felt good! I felt him tense up and all at once he surged into me and dumped load after load into my pussy, filling me up. That was enough for me, and I let go and came with a force back onto his cock, spilling around and all over him.<br /><br />"Oh my god, that was fucking great Lila." Jason said as he pulled his cock out of my well fucked pussy. <br /><br />"Yes for sure, very fucking good," I said, "Where do you think Josh is?"<br /><br />"Not sure, let's just wait in the truck, have another beer." He said.<br /><br />He climbed down onto the bank and helped me down and set me in the truck then climbed in himself. He smiled and me and we cracked open another beer and he turned the key and started the truck. "What are you doing, I can plainly see that we are stuck." I told him.<br /><br />"Ah lets give it one more try." He said with a grin.<br /><br />He shifted into low neutral and engaged the 4x4 lever into low range then the shifter back into drive and gave it a bit of gas. Somehow the truck started moving and he gave it a bit more gas and down into the ditch we went, and he gained more speed with mud flying everywhere and before I knew it we were back up on dry land. I looked at him with a smile and just shook my head.<br /><br />"You and Josh do that trick often?" I said.<br /><br />"Well maybe once and a while but usually it's just another buddy with us, not some sexy little blonde."<br /><br />"Nice, and you didn't have to get stuck to get up my skirt, but it was a nice ploy. Lets get back home though, I have to be up and going by 7 o'clock." I said as I slid my g-string down my legs and hung it on his mirror. <br /><br />The old saying still rings true, "You can have a lot of fun in a New York minute, but there's something's you can't do inside NO city limit."Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-24750721699121883022009-06-29T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-29T04:00:00.190-07:004:30 AMThe sounds of a late night game show seem to drag me back to the living world. I'm not even sure I know what it is. Either the one where one person gets to date 4 and dump the ones they don't want, the other one, two people get to date others and then decide if they want to stay together or not. Shit gets weirder all the time. Raising my head, I see that again, I have fallen asleep on the couch. Just another day in the life huh. I stumble through the house, You are asleep on the love seat, Blu is under the coffee table. Tripping over Smokey as I get to the bathroom, I sit to relieve the urgency I have felt since sitting up, and of course Bud decides this would be a perfect time to show me he is still my buddy. NO PAPER, DAMN..... why don't I ever look before I sit down. <br /><br />When I am finally finished in the bathroom, it is time to remove the days clean laundry and clear a spot for my last hour of sleep before that ............ that......... alarm tells me another wonderful day is about to begin. Walking back into the living room, calling to you, as the stirring starts, I call again to make sure the message is received. You slowly peel yourself from the position that for the life of me I can't imagine spending a few minutes in, let alone the time you have been asleep. I walk into the bedroom as you make the long trip to the facility. <br /><br />I am in bed when you return to our slightly darkened sleep chamber, at least that's all that has been happening there lately. As you remove the clothes you are wearing I watch, taking in the site of you slowly slipping away the outer coverings of the day. I am not sure if you are aware of my gaze, but you do seem to be taking your time and making it a little more sensual. When the last piece of clothing is laying at the foot of the bed, you climb into the bed, I feel the sway of the water as you approach. My heart starts that climb, the one I go through each time you slip under the covers with me. I am lying on my back, you slide your arm across my chest and lay your head upon my breast. I kiss your forehead and wish you a good night. <br /><br />We lay there for a short time, I roll slightly to my side to hold you, you turn on to your right side, slipping into a very familiar position. I circle you in my arms ad close my eyes. A brief moment of spooning and I feel you as you begin to softly and slowly move your hips against me, rubbing my soft cock with your ass. This tells me you are not in the mood to sleep. I pull you back against me and cup your breasts in my hands. <br /><br />Your gyrations have increased in both strength and speed. As if I am not moving along quickly enough, you reach back between us, taking my hardening cock into your hand, pushing it between your leg, spreading slightly. My fingers have found your little button and begun their dance. You moan softly and push your ass into my groin. Not wanting this to be over too quickly I resist the urge to slide into you and instead increase the rhythm of the dance across your clit. Slow circles, and then back and forth, punctuated with an occasional light pinch. I can feel the orgasm start to build inside you, I continue playing with you and start to kiss your back and the back of your neck. Tasting an ear lobe now and then, you tense and push back hard into my groin as you start to cum. Not wanting to let the sensation you were being engulfed with end, I continue to rub, slower and farther away from the little pea that I had been teasing. You relax as the feeling subsides, yet the slight pressure and the teasing keep you on the edge, not letting you come down from the last orgasm. But you, as always, wanting things to move along to the main event, sit up and turn around, your sweet legs laying beside my head as you reach for and find my cock again. It jumps as you lick across the head and down the shaft slowly. I feel you squeeze my balls as you engulf the head and begin to work your way down, letting me slide slowly into your warm, wet mouth. <br /><br />I start back with my finger dance, this time able to watch as I work. I love to watch as I lay with you. Both the look on your face and the almost begging that I get from your wet pussy as I lick and suck on your lips and clit. This part never seems to last as long as I would like it to and soon you are again cumming and arching your hips to meet my tongue. Not stopping at the end of your current journey I continue the finger and tongue play on you pussy and ass, reaching down often to caress your hard nipples and soft warm breasts. As your third orgasm builds, and your ride over the falls begins, I realize that the licking and stroking I am getting between your peaks is taking it's toll and I am about to unleash a small explosion that has been pent up inside of me for too long. <br /><br />I rise up from the tasty treat that I was sampling and turn around and move between your legs. You spread far apart and lay open to me, exposed, needy. I slowly rub the head of my cock up and down across the clit that I had just had sucked between my lips, your head thrashing from side to side. I feel another dam about to break and slide myself in, deep and slow. Starting to rock my hips in a slow steady rhythm, you arching your back to increase the slapping of our hips and the depths that am reaching. Picking up speed and driving harder, I can again tell you are on the path to another big "o". The sight of you starting over the edge is all I need, my head falls back and I begin to cum, and cum, and..........<br /><br />Moving back to give you room, I lay back and watch as you clean up. You slide back under the covers, I snuggle up to your back, with my arms around you. I smile and drift off to sleep.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-87588203736659198492009-06-28T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-28T04:00:20.262-07:004620 Main Street4620 Main Street, on the corner of Carolina Avenue. Somehow that address has figured large in my life for nearly twenty years now. Things always seemed to just "happen" there, good and bad.<br /><br />These days it's a Starbucks coffee shop but in my teenage years it was "Carlo's Ice Cream and Soda". Back then, we used to hang out at Carlo's, share blissful hours listening to the old jukebox and flirting with all the local boys. Hanging out there after school and at weekends we learned about life, dreamed of escaping our small town, made friends over Cokes and lost friends when we heard they'd driven their father's Buick into the river. It was there I met my first lover, my first husband and it was there, much more recently, that... well, I'm getting ahead of myself.<br /><br />Old habits die far too hard and even today, on any given Saturday, I spend an hour or two at 4620 Main Street, sharing a coffee and all the latest small town gossip with my best friend of twenty years, Shanie. That particular Saturday we were earlier than normal, Shanie had an optometrist's appointment and we planned to have our coffee before heading off to pick out some new frames for her.<br /><br />That evening Shanie planned to take time away from her young family and join me at a concert by one of our very own local boys made good; John Porter. John, or Johnny as we knew him, was born and raised in the next town, went to school with lots of us, made it to California and found success with his band. Most of us around here knew members of John's band, hell I even dated his drummer, a long time ago. These days John still manages to hit the lower end of the Billboard charts with his CD releases, still tours all over the country, and still lives a Hollywood lifestyle.<br /><br />It had been a long time since he played his hometown, and a lot of us, especially those around my age who had known and gone to high school with John and his band, were looking forward to the concert.<br /><br />"So, your date with Ed wasn't a success then?" Shanie returned to our table and set my second latte in front of me. She immediately set about sipping her own cappuccino.<br /><br />"Nope." I thought back to the previous evening and my quiet dinner with a colleague who I thought might be poised to be something more. Ed was a nice guy, but obviously shy and not ready to move on from his last girlfriend—I knew that, even if he didn't. Like most of my dates in the last few years I started out with hopes of passion and finished the evening relieved that it was over.<br /><br />At thirty-three, fit and still with most of my looks intact, I craved companionship, intellectual stimulation and passionate lovemaking. Having been through one husband and sixteen lovers of various skill-levels and durations, I was running out of options in our small town. "I'm figuring all the decent men have moved away now." I wistfully stared into the froth on my drink. "Not much left out there that I haven't dated, loved or been stood-up by."<br /><br />"I'm sure there's someone out there doesn't fall into that category." Shanie tried to be positive.<br /><br />"But they'd probably fall through the door drunk every night."<br /><br />"Thank goodness I've got Frank," Shanie started down a familiar monologue about how her husband was always ready for her, was such a good lover and had the biggest cock in town. I always thought that, knowing Shanie's history, she was well-placed to judge. Self preservation had me switching off from the conversation at this point, a lack of sexual activity for over a year now had me wondering if I would ever know what a cock felt like inside me again, never mind finding a good man to share a good fuck with.<br /><br />My eyes had started wandering around the coffee shop as Shanie continued to remind me of my unfulfilled desires. I didn't notice him at first, then my eyes caught up with the guy who'd come in and was heading to the counter and my brain insisted there was something familiar about him.<br /><br />I watched as he slowly walked past the tables and sofas near the door and over towards the counter, where he stood back and read the menu board before stepping forward to make his order. I guess I knew instantly who he was, but tried to convince myself it wasn't him, not wanting to peel away the outer layer of my soul and open it up to the harsh stinging touch of a day long past and a deep regret.<br /><br />"Spotted some fresh meat?" Shanie giggled to me as my eyes locked on the newcomer.<br /><br />I gazed on just a few seconds longer before answering, "Nothing fresh there. That's Wayne Kelly."<br /><br />Shanie's eyes flicked back to the figure waiting for his drink. "Oh... my... God. So it is."<br /><br />As I continued to focus on Wayne my mind flashed back to another time, the same place and how close he came to becoming my first lover. We'd dated for two months, it was all good. I knew he was leaving to work as John Porter's drummer, but he swore he'd come back. We had a date on his last night in town and I'd decided to surprise him, give him all of me. That afternoon my dad took ill and I never made it to Carlo's, where we were to meet. Those were the days before cell phones and I basically stood Wayne up. We hadn't spoken since.<br /><br />Wayne smiled to the barista as he took his drink and started to slowly retrace his steps to the door. He was almost past us and gone when I heard myself say out loud, "Aren't you even going to say hi?"<br /><br />Wayne stopped and looked at me, too startled to take much in, but then his features softened as he recognized me through the years. "Claire?" He smiled now. "Shanie?"<br /><br />Shanie stood up and hugged him while I sat coolly and shook the hand that he offered. "Wow, it's so cool to see you guys. It's been a long time. You look good, really good. All grown up, but looking good."<br /><br />I felt Wayne's eyes run over my trim figure, pausing at my larger than ample chest. It felt good to be checked out after all this time, but there was no way I was going to give him the pleasure of knowing it. Shanie could bat her eyelids as much as she liked, I was going to be cool. I might have been the one who stood him up, but he could have made some effort to talk to me afterwards and find out what happened.<br /><br />We chatted for a while, catching up and smiling at the old days. We were all getting on well and as the atmosphere lightened and I felt myself melt towards Wayne and remember the feelings I had for him all those years ago. Wayne was only around for one night, the tour moved on the following day and he was taking a short break from their sound check to look around his old town.<br /><br />"Look, sorry, but I've really got to get back." Wayne stood up and I noticed his powerful arms and chest stretching the thin cotton shirt he wore. "Are you girls free tonight? Would you like to come to the show?"<br /><br />I told him we already had tickets.<br /><br />"Great. Look, why don't I leave a couple of backstage passes for you at the Will Call desk. After the show you can come to the dressing room and have a few drinks with us. It'd be good to catch up with you some more." It seemed a genuine offer, not just a line.<br /><br />I watched his tight denim-clad ass as he left the coffee shop, but I'd obviously missed the real bulge in my eagerness not to appear eager.<br /><br />"Did you see size of that?" Shanie giggled when the door was closed. "It was half-way down his thigh, might be the first one I've ever seen bigger than Frank's. He's either got a sock down there or you really missed out on him. God, I guess you never really know with rock stars, but that looked a pretty nice package to me."<br /><br />I tried to cast my mind back to dating Wayne. I'd never seen nor felt his cock skin to skin, but I had rubbed him through his jeans once or twice. I remembered thinking he was hard as he pushed against me, but the size probably didn't register much back then, as inexperienced as I was.<br /><br />Shanie continued to talk excitedly about going backstage with John Porter after the concert while I sipped at the last of my coffee, wistfully thinking about what might have been, and allowing myself to wonder if I might just get another chance.<br /><br />*****<br /><br />In the end I went backstage by myself, Shanie failing to get the okay from Frank to be out extra-late. When we first picked up the passes Wayne left for us I had resigned to not going at all, but through the concert, watching him pound out the band's rhythm with power, skill and sweat, I decided I wanted to chat awhile. I tried to tell myself I wasn't interested in finding out if Shanie was right about his cock, but I couldn't completely dismiss that possibility either.<br /><br />I nervously showed my pass to the staff and found my way to the door of the dressing room. One final flash of the pass, and the security guy opened the door and let me in. Immediately I wished I'd gone home. The room was teeming with people, swarmed in groups around the band members, smoking, drinking and generally a lot younger than I was.<br /><br />I took a few steps into the room, looked around and was just about to make a swift exit when I spotted Wayne. He was sitting on a table at the far end of the room, laughing with a group of people, mainly young girls, and handing out used drumsticks to fans as souvenirs. I watched for a moment as he held court, in his element and totally comfortable with himself. In that instant I saw the boy I'd known all those years ago, and wanted him very badly.<br /><br />The instinct to run away started to go, but I stood there helplessly, feeling alone in a room full of people and, if the truth be told, also feeling old. Fortunately, Wayne spotted me, slid off his table and started to wards me with a broad smile.<br /><br />"Hey." He stooped to peck me on the cheek and hold my arm with a comforting grip. "I'm glad you could make it. It was such a thrill to see you today. I didn't want to leave again without spending some time with you. And man, you look so good."<br /><br />He ushered me over to a table and offered me a drink from a generous spread. I took a plastic cup of wine from him and followed him away from the makeshift bar. Wayne led me to an unoccupied two-seater sofa at the far end of the room and stood by while I sat down. Then he joined me, letting his thigh rub tight against mine.<br /><br />"So, you ever going to tell me why you stood me up that night?" He smiled as I squirmed a little at his bluntness, however good-natured.<br /><br />I sipped at my wine and told him the story of my father, how I'd tried to call him the following day, but he was gone and the rest was history. "Forgive me?" I asked with a slightly wistful air.<br /><br />Wayne looked at me with sincere, deep blue and very familiar eyes. "Hey, the way I felt about you then, how could I not forgive you? I wish I'd come back looking for you a long time ago. Things kind of got out of hand a bit for the band after that, water went under the bridge faster than I ever thought, and I just kept thinking it was too late to come back for you." He took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. I should be the one asking if you forgive me. Can you?"<br /><br />I nodded, not wanting to take my eyes from his and the moment we were creating.<br /><br />As we chatted and laughed away the missing years I took stock of Wayne, ten years on. He still had almost all of his thick black hair, his eyes brought back dates we'd had, parking out by old man Hilliard's orchard and the feeling of his tight thigh-stretched jeans pressing into my similarly-clad leg was starting to light a fire elsewhere in my jeans. His skin told of a few years, probably more than a few drinks and I'm sure more girls than I could imagine, but overall he'd worn well and pounding the drums every day had kept him fit.<br /><br />As we swapped stories of the missing years I glanced occasionally to see if I could catch a glimpse of what Shanie had spotted, but failed miserably. More and more as we chatted I found the desire to find out growing in me.<br /><br />After an hour the crowd started thinning and occasionally as someone left they would ask Wayne to add his autograph to a CD cover or a poster. Each time he did what he was asked, always smiling an apology to me as his attention diverted from me. "Anywhere we can go to chat a little more... if you'd like to of course?" he asked as he handed back a CD to one fan.<br /><br />I laughed a little. "You know this town. Nothing much changes. There's a dance club, but it's too loud to talk there. Anyway, I'm hardly dressed for dancing." I indicated my Levis and silk shirt.<br /><br />"Looks fine to me." Wayne smiled. "What about we get a coffee and walk a little while? I'd like to have another look around if you don't mind. And..." He stood up and offered me his hand. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather go back in time with."<br /><br />We left the theatre through a back door, walked around and found a small coffee shop just as it was closing for the evening. Wayne joked with the girl and persuaded her to rustle us up a couple of large lattes. The next hour was a blur as we walked around some familiar streets discussing our childhood days. We felt close, as only very old friends and nearly-lovers can. When our coffee cups were discarded he took my hand and gently steered me across roads and down streets he remembered. I was a willing accomplice in recovering Wayne's memories and I was melting in his presence.<br /><br />I made a few sly attempts to see if there was any evidence of what Shanie claimed to have seen, but either my angle was all wrong or she had been teasing me. Still, as we walked through the darkened early-morning streets I started to get the feeling that I might know for sure soon enough.<br /><br />"Where are you staying?" I asked as we sauntered down a street from his past and my present.<br /><br />He mentioned the only decent hotel in town, a ten-minute walk away. "Why?"<br /><br />I tried to keep eye contact, but the moment lost me and I looked at a house to my left. "Because I live here and we could have another drink if you like."<br /><br />Still holding my hand, Wayne started up the path to my front door and said, "Nice place."<br /><br />I walked through the lounge and hallway, switching on but dimming the lights as I went. Wayne paused to look at my CD collection as I made it to the kitchen. I thought of asking if he preferred more coffee or some wine, but decided to go with the wine.<br /><br />I was opening a bottle of Californian white when he came into the kitchen and asked. "If you're dad hadn't taken ill that night. We would have made love. Right?"<br /><br />"Right." My voice quivered a little and the heat between my legs increased a little.<br /><br />"Right." He paced around my small kitchen area. "I've always thought that. Always gnawed at me. Always wondered... you know.... what if."<br /><br />"Same for me." I put the wine down on the counter and turned to face him, hoping he didn't notice the extra moisture in my eye but that he did notice the extra button I'd undone.<br /><br />He walked forward and wrapped his arms around me. "You were very special to me. I needed to go, I needed the career it gave me, but I wanted you, you were the only regret I ever had."<br /><br />"Regrets aren't good." I looked into his eyes and he leaned forward and kissed me.<br /><br />His lips pecked all around my lips as his arms pulled me closer. Then, when I felt his chest against mine, his thighs against mine and his lips closing around mine, I opened my mouth and tasted him for the first time in way too many years.<br /><br />More than anything it was his arms around me that dissolved me. For so long I'd only felt the touch of inexperienced local men and boys, now here I was in the arms of my teenage boyfriend who'd been around the world and come back home. I felt warm all over, let my hands wander over his back and down to pull his ass into me. My fingers slipped into his jeans' pockets, just the way they did when we dated all those years ago.<br /><br />"I missed you so much for a long time." Wayne looked down at me and I saw a passion in his eyes that I'd not seen in a man for so long. "I wish I'd come back, but I just... God, I wish I'd come back."<br /><br />"No matter," I smiled and pulled my hands up to start unbuttoning his shirt, "Things happen for a reason, you're here now, let's do something about all those regrets shall we?" I pulled him tight against him again and kissed him. This time I could feel that he was ready to do something about those regrets, and that Shanie was probably right after all.<br /><br />I pulled open his shirt and ran my hands across his chest, feeling the muscles and watching his hairs spring back into place as they were released by my hand. I found a nipple and tweaked it, feeling him harden, not the way mine were hardening, but there was a change in shape there. His hands were all over my ass, pulling me up and into him, his fingers as far around as they could go, trying to reach the heat coming from my crotch. I kissed him again and let my hand wander down between us to the front of his jeans.<br /><br />I almost broke our kiss and gasped when I found him. He had been down his jeans' leg and was now trying to erect from those confines. The result was a huge bulge that stretched down his leg. I grasped the bulge with my hand and squeezed. Wayne pulled hard between my legs from behind.<br /><br />"My God," I breathed to him, "you feel huge."<br /><br />He thrust his pelvis forward as he answered, "You feel great."<br /><br />Without another word he lifted me off my feet and through to the lounge. There he laid me gently on the sofa, kneeled in front of me and kissed me softly as he started to pull at my T-shirt. I sat up and allowed him to pull the shirt over my head. Victoria's Secret had done me proud and my light blue bra contrasted nicely with my skin.<br /><br />"I only ever touched them like this." Wayne reached out and ran his hand on the outside of the material, pushing my breasts back to me and bringing them ever more alive as his hand wandered. "I always wanted more. You always had the best chest in school." <br /><br />As he reached behind me to unclasp my bra I started to unbuckle his belt, pulling at him urgently, needing to release that monster I knew was in there. He pulled my bra straps down over my arms but I continued to work at his jeans, only displaying my chest fully after I'd unzipped him and fished inside his pants for him. He was so big it was impossible to release him while he was kneeling so I asked him to stand while I pulled away his jeans and boxers.<br /><br />He was enormous. I'd never had such a big cock at my disposal. He was at least eight and maybe nine inches long, with a girth that matched. The head was smooth and swollen, pulsing with his heartbeat as it tried to stretch further. As I ran my hand over his length I wondered at his hardness, the power of his cock and how straight it was. There was a slight bend in it that ensured extra pleasure when I got him inside me.<br /><br />Wayne reached down and let his fingers play with my nipples and as he gripped them tighter and squeezed I reciprocated by squeezing his full balls. I couldn't take my eyes of his huge cock as I played with it and felt his hands caress my boobs. There was a raging fire in my pussy, but I couldn't resist one of my very favorite things, especially with such a magnificent tool.<br /><br />I pulled Wayne towards me, forcing him to let go of my breasts but allowing me to ease his hard on into my cleavage and wrap my boobs around him. I looked up and saw a familiar smile beam down at me. "Your cock feels good there. How's it feel to you?" I pressed my boobs in towards him and eased up and down while I spoke, stroking him with the soft flesh, watching as at least three inches of cock came up and down in front of me. I'd done this before a few times and the most cock I ever saw coming up was a tip, or a head. He was so big I was able to incline my head down to him and lick the end of it as he stroked upwards. Each time I flicked it out he whispered, "Oh God" as I wrapped my slippery tongue around as much of him as I could.<br /><br />Wayne stood before me, easing his cock between my breasts and breathing heavily. "Ever since we met this afternoon I've felt like a teenager again. Another minute or two of this and I'll be coming like a teenager. This is incredible. Oh God."<br /><br />He inclined his head backwards and his cock came up through my cleavage again. "It's okay baby," I reassured him, "go ahead, come for me. We've waited long enough, come."<br /><br />It was almost immediate. A couple of thrusts of his hips, and extra squeeze from me and that huge cock started jumping between my breasts and spitting long white streams of come over me. When the fifth and sixth spurts subsided and the last of his seed seeped out of him I looked up, come on my cheek and chin, and smiled at Wayne. He shivered as his body returned from the high of his climax.<br /><br />"My, my, you do seem to come a lot Wayne." I let his cock ease out from between my breasts and wiped up his ejaculation with my hand. "I think if I'd seen that all those years ago I might've been shocked!" It sure put most of my previous lovers in perspective. There was nothing worse than giving your finest blowjob and some unappreciative guy dribbles out a little come for you. Wayne's spurting display was just reward for letting him fuck my tits.<br /><br />"That was seventeen years of desire, right there." He grinned as he started to pull apart the buttons on my jeans.<br /><br />"I know how that feels." I started to push my jeans off my hips for him, "seventeen years is a long time to wait for something."<br /><br />Standing with my panties and jeans around my ankles, Wayne pulled me to him and drove his urgent tongue deep into my mouth. I felt one hand on my ass, clamping me to his semi-hard cock and the other coming back to keep my nipples fully aroused and stoking the boiler between my legs. I lifted a knee up to his side, the better to get my heated pussy next to his skin. I managed to press hard enough to get the tiniest rub of my swollen clit against his thigh, shooting waves of pleasure all around my body.<br /><br />"Mind you," Wayne broke out embrace and started to ease me to the floor, "seventeen years ago I probably wouldn't be able to do this."<br /><br />He laid me on the floor and held each of my breasts to his mouth while he licked, sucked and flicked his tongue at my nipples, forcing me to close my eyes and concentrate on the pleasure flowing around my body like super-heated blood waking up my every nerve. By the time he'd worked his way down to my pussy I was almost ready to scream with need.<br /><br />Wayne certainly knew his way around a slick pussy. I felt his hands softly caress my thighs inside and out as his tongue drew delicious long licks up and down my slit. I relaxed and started to float on the pleasure he was building in me as he patiently worked my aching pussy, occasionally delighting me more by darting his tongue inside. It had been a long time since I was so totally in the sexual moment and without realizing it at first I was touching my own breasts and pulling gently on my nipple.<br /><br />I felt the lightest touch of the drummer boy's fingertips creeping up the inside of my thigh, inching towards the fire his expert tongue was building as he sucked and teased. Without pausing, Wayne let his finger crawl beyond my pussy lips and deep into my soaking wet hole. With his finger firmly wedged in there, he continued to lick me, but now he'd moved on to some super-fast flicking of my clit with the tip of his tongue.<br /><br />I knew it was only a matter of time before the building climax started to shatter my reality, but there was one thing in the world I wanted more than a huge orgasm with Wayne's head between my open and wanton thighs. "Wayne," I found the words hard, my heart pounding with excitement and anticipation, "you think you could please get that cock of yours inside me? Like, now."<br /><br />He straightened up from licking me, bringing with him a fresh erection that was as impressive at second sight as it was at first. I eased a cushion under my head and watched as he flattened my right leg and held my left bent and away from me. Straddling my right leg and holding my left with his hand he took hold of his huge dick and took aim for my open, wet and ready pussy. As he started inside me I couldn't believe how long the sensation of that first thrust went on. Deeper and deeper he came into me without stopping. I felt him bump up against the deepest part of me and realized that there was something in the size argument. Never before had anyone been so deep in me.<br /><br />As he started a slow, steady, rhythm of long strokes inside me Wayne reached up and took hold of my breasts one at a time and pressed them into me, twisting the nipples between his fingers and rolling them as he moved from one to the other. I gasped in pleasure at the totality of the lovemaking. His hand found its way back to my clit, making sure it was keeping pace with the rest of my body as he carried me closer and closer to the moment.<br /><br />"Come inside me," I urged. "Deep inside me, I want to feel you."<br /><br />Wayne, started to breathe deeply and increased his rhythm, pulling me along with him as his fingers rubbed me and my clit cried out for more. I knew he couldn't last much longer and started my own counter rhythm, meeting his strokes with thrusts of my own and encouraging him with everything I had.<br /><br />Wayne took the hint, let my leg come back down to the sofa and grasped my hips to aid his slowing and lengthening thrusts. It was only moments later when I saw his belly start to tighten and he brought his other hand back to finish my clit off. I slammed back at him for all I was worth, knowing that I would lose what little control I had over my own body at any moment. As I came I took one last look at Wayne's scrunched pre-orgasm features as I closed my eyes and let the moment have every last inch of my body.<br /><br />The intensity of it all was incredible. All at once my whole body was molten pleasure, my pussy was hosting a huge coming cock and Wayne was still rubbing at my clit, teasing every second out of the biggest climax of my life. I felt his ejaculation shoot hard inside me as his strokes broke their rhythm and his monster cock jumped inside of me, spurting and shooting another load of his lovely thick white come.<br /><br />As the last quakes of our shattering moments subsided Wayne eased himself down beside me, his cock still staying inside me despite deflating. He wrapped his strong arms around me, smiled one more time and pulled me close. I felt his skin rub against me, seemingly from cheek to toe, both of us making tiny movements, keeping our nerve endings alive and high. Seventeen years had disappeared between us.<br /><br />As I lay in Wayne's arms, seventeen years after I should have lost my virginity to him, I thought again of the magic of 4620 Main Street. That morning I'd been having a coffee there, wondering where my next date was coming from, never mind the most intense lovemaking of my life. I held onto Wayne, felt that monster of his against my thigh and smiled at the thought.<br /><br />Like I said, things happen at 4620 Main Street.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-19122946109975411742009-06-27T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-27T04:00:13.203-07:004 Moments with 2 Lovers1.<br /><br />"Can you reach my pussy from there?"<br /><br />Bram reached a hand over in the sand where it fell short from Alla's hip by four inches.<br /><br />"Nope."<br /><br />Alla scooted her hips six inches to the right. "How about now?"<br /><br />Bram got a finger under her bikini bottom and cupped her sun-warmed little pussy. Immediately she abandoned the pretense of convenience and scooted right up to him, and he got serious about getting his hand all up in her softly furry little pussy.<br /><br />Her juice came to him and he stirred it around and moved all the lumps and bumps against each other and held her whole pussy in his hand and pressed a part of a finger into her. She wiggled with happiness and he dug in with soft fingers.<br /><br />She rolled up almost on top of him and started to rock as he got some rhythm with her. It was a hot Saturday afternoon and she was ready to pop like a cork. Sometimes he really knew what to do, he just held her sex and she felt almost whipped around by pleasure as he gave of his hand to give her cunt some love.<br /><br />"Whoooooooooooo." she finally said and BANG, she could swear her vision went out for a second. She snuggled into him. That was a good man she had there.<br /><br />2.<br /><br />"Hey honey, can you come in and fuck me for a second?"<br /><br />Bram wiped his hands off on his pants and let the lawnmower die. "Sure."<br /><br />He grinned a little and hopped up the front steps. "Cleaned up or not?"<br /><br />"Not."<br /><br />Alla lay down on the floor and scooted her panties out from underneath her skirt. She said, "Man, I'm glad you're around."<br /><br />His pants were down in a second and he got on his knees and put a palm right away against her crotch. <br /><br />"Just get it wet and put it in. Please."<br /><br />He needed no more prodding than that. He lay forward and put his gasoline and grass smelling body against her and went ahead and got it wet and pushed it in. <br /><br />"Oh yum...ass ass ass," she prayed.<br /><br />He reached under her with strong arms and got one warm ass cheek under each hand. In her favorite way he pulled up her cunt into him so all she had to do was spread and let go. He rode her up on his cock, just getting himself off and taking his time. It was her desire to be fucked like this sometimes, just plundered for her pleasure.<br /><br />He came into her so juicy.<br /><br />"Thanks. Now go finish the lawn."<br /><br />3. <br /><br />"You want some asshole?"<br /><br />His eyebrows raised. "Fingers?"<br /><br />She looked him straight in the eye, "Cock."<br /><br />He was already hard. He wrapped his hands around her waist under the covers and pulled her naked morning body towards him.<br /><br />"Go slow!" she reminded.<br /><br />He rubber her all over for a moment but it wasn't too long before he was licking her bottom and letting his tongue be the relacation machine all over her ass and pussy.<br /><br />She did not regret the decision. His wild adoration and desire did relax her and he licked her so goddamn good she hardly wanted him to go slow. But he sure did go slow. He was not going to blow this. He filled her body with hands and her little pink asshole with tongue.<br /><br />"Fuck my pussy a little first."<br /><br />She stayed on her tummy and lifted that ass up a little. He made it wet and got up in her little cooch just like she likes. She swiveled for him for a little while, pressing her asshold up against his tummy to make him hungry for it. He was hungry.<br /><br />He wet a finger but good and started working his magic, until he had Alla good and penetrated and feeling wild and ready to buck.<br /><br />He emptied her pussy and slid his cock head all up and down her crack, getting it so slippery, and when he pushed in and she bit her lip he just stayed still for a little while, until she stopped holding her breath and started to massage his horny cock with her ass wigglings.<br /><br />He worked his way in, slow like a champ, until he finally had his nice, warm cock tunnel. He was so tender, his big long slow even strokes, giving her time to adjust before going back in, even reaching around and getting good handfuls of her juicy titties before pressing his pubis all the way up flush into her.<br /><br />After a little while of his steady, sweet working, she finally said, "Okay baby, do it like you like."<br /><br />He worked his way up to it, but he got in a fury, and coming in her ass felt like coming like a lion in a lioness to him. He filled his hands with titty and his cock with warm, tight, ass. He fucked that warm ass and brought himself to the brink. <br /><br />She felt it coming and lifted up for him. He exploded with coming. Like a lion.<br /><br />4. <br /><br />Bram woke in the middle of the night. He nudged Alla with abject, uncontrollable horniness. <br /><br />She awoke enough to understand the situation. Ever a good sport, she said, "I'm kinda sore...just do it between my legs?"<br /><br />He was amenable to that, and she squeezed them together sleepily on her tummy and soon felt slippery cock all over her ass crack and thighs. It was kind of nice, she hoped he would wipe up.<br /><br />He was excited and happy for her help at this late hour. Her strong, plump little thighs were a pretty nice offering. He plunged his entire cock and balls into the sweetness of her bootie and she managed to give a nice wiggle and undulation without hardly waking up at all. He gratefully came to delicious pleasure in her warm crevasses. <br /><br />She had such wonderful legs and he felt so lucky that he got to slide in between them when so many men had see them come out from beneath her bathing suit and silently wished for the same thing. Oh, her tasty little ass he thought, blissfully, and came. He was polite enough to pad off to the kitchen and get a towel to wipe the sleeping Alla off.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-36002940086255317802009-06-26T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-26T04:00:31.406-07:003rd RendezvousRendezvous. Simple word, yet its meaning brings mystery to our planned encounters. My head is still spinning from the last encounter with Clyde. Our passion can bring day to night, lighting the flame of love. Well, it has been a few days since our second rendezvous and it is finally my turn to plant the image of seduction for our third encounter. I have been planning this night in my head since the day we first started flirting and it has only grown more vivid since the last time we made sweet love.<br /><br />I have planed a romantic dinner, yet a visit to a restaurant sounds boring. But then again, the thoughts on my mind are anything but boring. I asked Clyde to meet me at the restaurant and when he got there, I was waiting at the bar. The grin on his face as he saw me across the bar confirmed that I made the right choice. I had seen many times before, as we would flirt across the room or across the table, not letting anyone know that we were hot for each other, yet tonight there would be more.<br /><br />As he walked over to me, the teasing started. I slowly turned around letting my legs open just enough for him to catch a glimpse of me with my crotch less panties under a hot red leather mini skirt. Clyde escorted me over to a table and I sat across from him so I could look into his eyes. During dinner I flirted with him by rubbing his legs under the table with my feet starting at his knees and working his way up to his crotch. I could feel his cock stiffen ever so slightly as teased him with my foot. The low cut shirt showing the tight corset I was wearing made it impossible for Clyde to ignore and I would just smile knowing that I brought so much desire to our relationship as I would catch him looking at my breasts. Dinner was over and now the dessert was about to begin....<br /><br />We walked over to the club next door. This was no ordinary club but a strip club. I had reserved us a table a level just above the main dance floor. We had a plush couch to sit on and a great view of all the girls. I knew a few of the girls there and we had planned a surprise for Clyde and everyone else in the club. Our server Tawny brought us drinks; she had full breasts that peaked out from her top, great tan legs and long soft brown hair. I could see the look in Clyde's eyes that he was attracted to her. We could see a few of the girls giving private dances and as I reached over I could feel that Clyde was starting to get turned on. The next girl to come on the main stage was hot, China. Her long silky black hair, a dragon tattoo down her back, nice round tits, long shapely legs and full lips that say, kiss me. We watched her dance her first song as she danced she looked up and caught us watching her. She motioned for us to come down to the stage and we obeyed her request. I watched as China danced for Clyde, showing him every inch of her delicious body. I loved to watch him as he watched her. He wanted to touch her as she spread her legs teasingly. I caught him licking his lips, I wondered if he was he thinking of her wet pussy or mine?<br /><br />Now it was my turn, China came motioned me to come join her on stage. She sat me on a plush pillow right in front of the chrome dance pole as she danced so close to my face I could smell the sweet scent of her pussy. As she danced for me the entire club was mesmerized including Clyde. The next song came on and I slowly started to remove my top, with some help from China. My tanned tits and stiff brown nipples were exposed for everyone to see. As China and I started to dance together, I noticed the entire club was focused on our every move. As our song ended China embraced my full breast and passionately kissed my pouty lips, a hot long kiss. As I left the stage Clyde grabbed me and whispered to me how turned on he was. <br /><br />As the next song started, I decided to give Clyde a little taste of my wetness. I gave him his own private lap dance, teasing him by rubbing my partially naked body on him. I could feel his cock growing to a point that he was about to burst through his pants so I unbutton his pants to ease his pain and enhance the show. The low lighting gave me a chance to push my show beyond a tease. I climbed on his lap with my back towards him and let my wet pussy rub against the tip of his cock. Little by little, more of his cock was touching my pussy until he finally entered me. I rode him slowly hiding the real show just beneath my short skirt. As I was getting ready to cum I looked down by the stage and caught the eye of a hot little red head that was there with another couple. She was watching our every move. The closer I got to cumming I noticed that she had started licking and sucking her fingers. I leaned back and told Clyde to look at her, she must have noticed because she really began sucking her finger. That just made Clyde go nuts and he exploded inside me. <br /><br />With Clyde's juices still slowly dripping from my hot pussy, I asked Tawny get a drink for the redhead that was watching us. I sent a little note asking her to come up and sit with us. She came up and sat on the other side of Clyde and we talked for a few minutes. Her name was Sydney she was there with another couple and was bored until she saw China and I dance on stage. We talked some more and had a couple more drinks. She confided that she had never been to a strip club before and I asked her if she wanted a private dance. I motioned for both China and Tawny to join us. I enjoy making people happy and I had the perfect opportunity to fulfill my desire. We put on an alluringly tease show for both Sydney and Clyde. Our sexy lap dances and hot bodies were glistening from sweat as we rubbed our bodies against each other, occasionally letting Clyde and Sydney feel our bodies. I could tell that Sydney was really being turned on so I decided to see if she would respond if I kissed the back of her neck and every so lightly on her lips. She moaned with unsure pleasure and kissed me back. I had one more thing up my sleeve to get the entire club excited. I took a cherry from my drink and with that cherry in my mouth, I passed it to Tawny with a hot kiss and she then passed it to China the same way, who passed it to Clyde who then passed it to Sydney. <br /><br />I asked Sydney if she would like to join us for a moonlit walk on the beach. She agreed and we left the club each of us giving Tawny and China one last kiss and walked across the street to the boardwalk. Just down from the main path in a mostly private area I had stashed some glasses, a nice bottle of wine and a blanket. Sydney's part in the rendezvous was the icing on the cake and beyond my original plans. <br /><br />As I set out the blanket and pored each of us a drink. Clyde was touching the small of Sydney's back and caressing her breasts. Once the blanket was set up, we all sat down I noticed that Clyde's cock was rock hard again and really needed to be given some room to breathe, so I reached over and unzipped his pants. I started so lick his cock, I love the way his cock feels inside my mouth. He lay back on the blanket I removed his jeans and continued to lick, suck and stroke his manhood. I looked up to see that Clyde was playing with Sydney's breasts again and helping her out of her blouse. Sydney kneeled over him, kissing him and letting him kiss her breasts. <br /><br />I reached up and gently touched her thighs and she moaned and leaned into me, letting me know she has the same desires I had. She was wearing thin tights just under a short mini skirt and I proceeded to get closer to her pussy area slowly. I finally reached her pussy and could feel how wet she really was. I continued to stroke Clyde's cock as I started to rub and play with Sydney's clit through the tights. I decided to move in on her, started kissing the back of her neck, and guided her to lie down on her back. I slowly remover her tights and her panties and buried my face in her wet pussy, licking and teasing her clit. I was not ready for her to cum yet just and wanted her to get so hot that she would almost explode. While I was going down on her she had reach over and was stroking Clyde's dick. I motioned for us to get in a triangle. Clyde was face first in my hot wet pussy, I was still licking and teasing Sydney's wet pussy and she had Clyde's rock hard cock in her mouth. I started to wildly finger Sydney's pussy and she sucked Clyde even harder. Clyde's tongue was doing a dance on my clit. I came first, a shot of my juices ran down Clyde's is face, he came next, filling Sydney's mouth with a hot load of seed as Sydney gave a load moan and squirted he hot juices on my lips, giving me a taste of her sweet nectar. <br /><br />I sat up and gave Sydney a deep kiss sharing her hot juices so that she could taste her own pussy, and Clyde kissed her, sharing my juices with her. She told me she wanted to go down on me but was nervous because she had never done it before. Without hesitation, she buried her face in my very wet pussy. Clyde joined us and had his hands all over my pussy. He had one hand rubbing my clit and guiding Sydney's tongue and the other had he was fingering Sydney's wet pussy. I was ready to explode and knew that I would explode enough juice to fill a shot glass, especially when I am this hot. I just let loose, to my surprise she drank up as much as she could. That was enough to send both her and Clyde over the edge again. Sydney came again and Clyde blew his load all over my stomach. The three of us lay back on the blanket just exhausted from all the pleasure that we had just encountered. Sydney exclaimed that she had never felt anything like that before. I knew that Clyde enjoyed our third rendezvous by that look in his eyes and that grin on his face. As for me, the fantasy of pleasing everyone as well as enjoying both a hot chic and hot guy at the same time was fulfilled beyond my wildest dreams.<br /><br />My only thing now is what can I do to top this for my next encounter with my secret lover Clyde???? Now it is Clyde's turn to surprise me on our next rendezvous.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-69382890682175908492009-06-25T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-25T04:00:38.930-07:0036DAfter fighting my way down the aisle I slid into seat 36C and watched the dreary procession filing into the plane, wondering which of these dour-faced passengers I would be stuck next to for the next ninety minutes. As usual, the few pretty faces I saw found seats well before they reached my row. With my luck I'd probably end up with a chatty old lady telling me about her grandkids the whole flight, or, worse, a sleepy fat guy, taking over the armrest and squeezing me out of my seat. <br /><br />It looked like the plane was full and I'd escape with the row to myself when a late arrival appeared in the aisle. I couldn't see her too well at first, with the flight attendant in the way, until she was only a few rows in front of me. She was very attractive, probably in her early thirties, short dark hair, a friendly open face, and the kind of lips that seem to be set in a natural smile. I could tell she was tall, but couldn't make out much of her body until she was right at the edge of my seat. She had long legs, and full hips, shown off nicely in her jeans, and -- I caught my breath -- huge, round breasts, right at my eye-level under her tight sweater. I said a quick silent prayer that she was headed for the seat next to mine.<br /><br />She popped the overhead just above me and lifted her heavy bag up.<br /><br />"Do you need a hand?" I said.<br /><br />"No," she said, trying to shove the thing in. With her arms raised, her breasts were right in my face, practically pinning me in my seat. With a final ooomph she got the bag clear of the door and turned around, heading, I supposed, for one of the empty seats behind me. I resolved myself to my fate and wondered how many times I could walk back to the bathroom just to sneak a peak of her.<br /><br />"Oh," she said, appearing at my side again. "This is it."<br /><br />I quickly stood up and stepped free of the row. "You're 36D?" I said.<br /><br />She squeezed past me, her chest just barely brushing my arm. "Actually," she said, smiling, "I'm 36 double-D."<br /><br />I sat back down, stunned silent. She quietly arranged herself in her seat, adjusting the buckle, putting her bag at her feet, before she burst out laughing. "I'm sorry," she said, "I can't believe I just said that! It's not like me really . . . you just left me too good of an opening."<br /><br />"I didn't mean . . . "<br /><br />"No, I know, you were just being polite. I'm Susan."<br /><br />"Vincent," I said.<br /><br />We talked the whole flight. We were both going to in Charlotte on business, just for the night. I had to meet with clients and she had to give a presentation. Neither of us knew anybody there, nor had we much desire to see the city. As we started to descend, we agreed to meet for dinner in the restaurant next to her hotel.<br /><br />On the way out of the airport, walking through the concourse, she spotted the Victoria's Secret.<br /><br />"Why don't you go ahead," she said. "I'm just going to stop in here."<br /><br />"Really?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "Did you forget to pack something?"<br /><br />"No, I just like to pick up a little treat for myself when I come through here."<br /><br />"I'll tell you what," I said. "Why don't you let me?"<br /><br />"What?"<br /><br />"Really, sit down. Let me pick something out for you. My treat."<br /><br />"I can't let you --"<br /><br />"No, I insist. I'll buy as long as you wear it tonight."<br /><br />She looked at me for a second and then smiled. "Alright," she said. "It's a deal."<br /><br />I went into the store, wondering what I had gotten myself into. I had never bought lingerie for a woman before. The salesgirl, probably used to clueless guys in the store, spotted me right away.<br /><br />"Can I help you?"<br /><br />"Yes. Um. I'm looking for something for a . . . a friend."<br /><br />"Something sexy?" she smiled.<br /><br />"Yes."<br /><br />"Do you know her size?"<br /><br />As a matter of fact I did. "It's 36DD."<br /><br />"Wow," said the salesgirl. "She's bigger than I am."<br /><br />As that felt like an invitation to look, I checked out her more than ample chest. I just grinned by way of comment.<br /><br />"Most girls that size want something to minimize their chest, you know, to smooth out the figure."<br /><br />"Actually, I was looking for more of a maximizer."<br /><br />I saw a twinkle in her eye. "Why am I not surprised? Follow me."<br /><br />I left the store, presented Susan with the bag, making her promise not to peak until later that night. We parted at the hotel shuttle, setting a time for dinner.<br /><br />I made it to the restaurant first, and sat at the bar waiting for her. She was five minutes late, then ten, then fifteen, and I was into my second beer wondering if she'd thought better of it, or perhaps been offended by my gift. Finally, almost twenty minutes late, she came in. She wore a knee-length skirt and had on a loose-jacket over her top, so I couldn't tell what effect my present had had.<br /><br />"Hi," I said, getting up to greet her.<br /><br />"I should kill you," she said.<br /><br />"What? Why?"<br /><br />"For making me squeeze into this thing. I feel like Dolly Parton. I only had one shirt that would stretch over them."<br /><br />I couldn't tell if she was actually angry, or just teasing me.<br /><br />"Uh, I'm sorry," I said.<br /><br />"No," she smiled. "It's kind of funny actually. I guess I've learned my lesson -- this is what I should have expected, letting a guy buy my bras."<br /><br />We were led to a corner booth and she finally took off her coat before she sat down. I almost fell out of my seat. She was wearing a tight, clinging, red top with a deep v-neck showing off amazing cleavage. The bra lifted her breasts and pushed them forward, as I knew it would, and made them look gigantic. I saw a couple of guys in the restaurant turn their heads to stare.<br /><br />"There," she said. "I hope you're happy."<br /><br />I stared openly, taking them all in. "I am," I said.<br /><br />"You know," she leaned forward, giving me an even better view, speaking softly, "I kind of like it. I would never dress like this at home."<br /><br />"You should. It suits you well."<br /><br />The waitress came by and told us about the house margarita specials.<br /><br />"That sounds great," I said.<br /><br />"I'll have one too," said Susan.<br /><br />"Better make it a pitcher."<br /><br />Two pitchers later, we staggered back across the street, Susan giggling and holding on to my arm.<br /><br />"This was a great night," I said. "But being the perfect gentleman that I am, I'll of course offer to escort you up to your room."<br /><br />"Why thank you," she said, "how nice."<br /><br />We got a little closer in the elevator. I had my arm around her, letting it slide a little higher, almost touching her heavy breast. When we got to the door, she hugged me good night. The feeling of her tits against my chest almost set me off. I knew she could feel my hardness against her, but I didn't care.<br /><br />"You know," she whispered, "it's not really fair that you've seen your present on me, but you haven't really seen it, you know?"<br /><br />I nodded. She opened the door and I followed her in. Taking my hand, she led me to the edge of the bed, where I sat, with her standing in front of me. She kicked off her shoes, laughing as they clunked to the floor. <br /><br />"I've never put on a show like this," she said.<br /><br />"Don't worry. You'll get it right."<br /><br />She slowly unzipped the side of her skirt and stepped out, revealing the pale purple panties I'd bought to match the bra.<br /><br />"You like?" she said.<br /><br />"Wonderful," I mumbled.<br /><br />Moving even slower, she stretched her shirt, raising it over her chest, revealing her big, pale, round breasts and a lacy demi-cup bra, barely able to hold them in. I could just see the tops of her aureolae over the cups, and her hard nipples, poking against the thin fabric. My jaw dropped.<br /><br />"You like?" she said again.<br /><br />"Oh my god," was all I could make out.<br /><br />She laughed and took a step closer and took my hands, placing them on her breasts. I felt their heaviness in my hands, slowly squeezing, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs while I felt her breath quicken. She reached back to unhook, slid the straps off of her shoulders, and watched as I let the bra drop to the floor. Her breasts barely sagged, falling in a perfect pear shape, her large nipples prominent against her pale skin. I pulled her closer to me and touched the tip of my tongue against her nipple, feeling her whole body shiver in response. I couldn't go as slow as I wanted, pulling her into me, mashing my face against her chest, licking sucking, alternating from one to the other, gorging myself on her.<br /><br />She was breathing faster now, moaning as I bit or pinched in just the right place. While I gave all of my attention to her chest she busied her hands undoing my belt and unzipping me, wrangling my cock out of my pants. "Ooooh," was all she said when she finally got me out and gripped my thickness in her hand.<br /><br />She put a hand under my chin and lifted my face, so that I looked up at her. She leaned over and kissed me softly, keeping one hand on my cock and feeling it twitch when the tips of our tongues met for the first time. She slowly sank to her knees in front of me, and pulled me to the edge of the bed. She broke our kiss and leaned back for a second, looking at me with that same twinkle in her eye, that same mischievous smile I'd seen before.<br /><br />She cupped her breasts with her hands and began to rub the nipples over my cock. I moaned, not knowing whether I was moved more by the sensation or the sight. Leaning closer, she wrapped her soft, heavy breasts against my rigid cock. I loved the feeling of her warm flesh against me. She moved faster, feeling my excitement grow. I bucked my hips, helping, while she squeezed tighter, her small hands not even covering her breasts.<br /><br />"You like that baby?" she said in a soft, sweet voice. "You like how that feels?"<br /><br />"Mmm," was all I could get out.<br /><br />"You like how that looks, you like titty-fucking me?"<br /><br />"Oh!" I gasped to hear her say it.<br /><br />"Come on baby, fuck my tits, fuck my big titties. I know you've wanted it all day."<br /><br />"But---"<br /><br />"Shhh," she said, "fuck my tits, fuck me faster baby." The rhythm picked up, I could see the swollen tip of my dick just peeking free of her flesh while she moved over me. I was about to burst.<br /><br />"But--"<br /><br />"But you're going to cum if I don't stop?" she smiled.<br /><br />I moaned an affirmative.<br /><br />"I want you to," she said, her voice getting huskier. "Cum for me baby, spray it all over my big tits, cum on my tits. Oh!"<br /><br />She could feel me swelling and leaned forward while I exploded. We both watched as I spurted, wave after wave came over me, drenching her chest, pools of cum dripping down into her deep cleavage. I finally collapsed back on the bed and she stood over me, my cum sliding down over her belly, a satisfied look on her face.<br /><br />"You know what?" she said. "I think we need a shower."<br /><br />"Yes," I panted. "Good idea."Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-55198935353332111482009-06-24T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-24T04:00:08.170-07:0036-24-36 / 38Three months ago…<br /><br />Julie slipped into bed alongside me, wearing a plain pink cotton nightshirt that came down to her knees. Her long hair tumbled over the pillows as we began to kiss, our tongues slurping together. Her hands toyed with my hair as I ran mine up her smooth, sleek calf and onto her curving thighs, relishing the firmness of her eighteen year old dancer’s body. I kissed down the side of her neck, hearing Julie’s breathing become deeper, and then feeling her gasp as I slipped my hand into the warmth of her nightshirt and cupped her silky breast. <br /><br />Toying with the erect nipple I kissed her gently on the mouth again, lifting her shirt upwards with the flat of my hand. Then I traced light kisses down her neck, looking at her exposed bosom. Unfettered, her full breasts sloped slightly either side of her narrow torso. The erect buds of her round, pale pink nipples quivered slightly in her tense excitement. I ran my tongue around one areola and nipped gently at the hard bud protruding from its centre. Julie gasped and began to breathe more heavily. <br /><br />Sliding my right arm down to the heat of her inner thighs, I gently pushed against her left leg, lifting it slightly to part her thighs. Rolling over to my right, I supporting most of my weight on my arms but now lay on top of her petite frame, my erect cock pressing against her exposed crotch. I shifted attention to her other breast, sucking and teasing. Julie gasped in response. Pressing my groin experimentally against her own, Julie made a small noise from deep in her throat and I felt the thrill of heightened anticipation as the soft, cotton knicker-covered mound of her pussy pushed back up against me. <br /><br />I burned with desire to experience her. I knew Julie had given up her virginity to her previous boyfriend, but she now viewed that as a mistake, mutual inexperience leading to an unsatisfactory encounter for her. Now we were together and about to go beyond heavy petting to the sweet exploration of each others’ bodies. With a body such as hers, young, petite and toned by over ten years of competitive dancing, the treasures to be uncovered were potentially priceless.<br /><br />I raised myself up into a kneeling position between her legs, holding her hands in my own and gently pulled Julie upwards into a sitting position. Her nightshirt bunched on one side above her left breast, its nipple still moist with my saliva, and slid down on the other side to her toned stomach. I placed my hands on her hips and slid them upwards, lifting the nightshirt with them. Julie instinctively understood and lifted her arms above her head. As her nighty gathered over her face, catching there momentarily, she giggled and as it cleared her hands and I let it fall to the floor, she flicked her long dark hair away from her face, her clear blue eyes looking into mine with an oddly serious expression.<br /><br />I reached out and cupped both of her breasts, brushing the pert nipples forwards and back with my thumbs and drew close, kissing her gently again. Julie closed her eyes with a sigh and as our lips met, hers parted and her tongue slipped into my mouth. We kissed deeply and with increasing passion as I squeezed and circled her breasts, tracing my fingers lightly down the sides of her neck, inner arms and stomach, exciting her skin. We were both breathing through our noses now, our breath warming our faces as our tongues circled between firmly locked lips. <br /><br />Leaning forwards, I pushed Julie back down onto the bed. Kissing lustily I again pressed my crotch against hers. Julie moaned and pushed back in the animal instinct to thrust. I broke off our kiss and looked into her eyes as they opened, asking softly<br /><br />“Do you want to go all the way?”<br /><br />Her moist lips parted to answer, then something flickered across her face and she looked away for a second or two, then back at me.<br /><br />“Yes. Yes I do. It’s just…”<br /><br />I waited for a moment or two, then gently asked<br /><br />“Just what? Is there something wrong?”<br /><br />She frowned almost petulantly and exclaimed in a frustrated voice<br /><br />“I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do! I want this to be good for you- for both of us. ”<br /><br />She looked away to one side, frowning and obviously embarrassed. I tilted her chin gently until she was looking at me again, her lower eyelids now brimming slightly with tears. Smiling, I told her that that didn’t matter. All she had to do was to relax and let me show her. It was going to be fun to learn together. Julie smiled up at me, her eyes shining. Then she did as I asked, I did as I promised to and the fun was exquisite.<br /><br />NOW<br /><br />Three months later…<br /><br />Julie’s hair flew backwards from her face as she tossed her head back and cried out in pleasure as we made love on the stairs. I was sat on the top step with my arms extended in front of me, Julie riding in my lap, her hands clasped in mine, her arms straight too as she lay back, her body parallel with the stairs, hips thrusting in time with mine, head back and hair swinging. If either of us were to let go, she would topple backwards down the stairs to the hallway below. Our pace was fast and hard now and I could clearly see my engorged length, shining with her honey, as it slid deeply in and out between the tightly gripping pink lips of her pussy. Julie gasped hoarsely and I felt her pussy clench and relax around my length as she worked with her hidden muscles as well as her hips. I struggled to remember how many positions we had tried, what number we were on now and how we had begun...<br /><br />It had been just under an hour ago. We had settled down in front of the TV for the night with some cold bottles of beer from the fridge, and had gone through at least two each, with whiskey chasers. Julie stood up as I poured myself another shot of amber liquid and told me she’d be back “in a mo’” before heading through to the bathroom. After a couple of minutes I heard the flush and the cistern refilling and as that noise subsided, could hear her moving around in the bedroom. After another few minutes had passed, I wondered absently what was taking her so long. Putting down my glass and turning off the TV I was about get up to go and see when the living room door flew wide open and Julie bounded into the room, delivering a high split kick and landing with a quick spin, finishing in front of me with a flourish. <br /><br />I gazed at her in silent wonder and sudden lust. She was clad in a translucent white catsuit that hugged her every curve like a second skin. Through the milky material I could make out a second, sleeveless and legless leotard top, the crisscross mesh of fishnet dancing tights and a skimpy, dark coloured thong.<br /><br />“Why don’t you turn on the stereo and press play?”<br /><br />Julie asked, grinning mischievously and indicating the stereo with a liquid movement of her arms. Smiling, I reached over to my right and did as she requested. After a couple of second’s silence I recognised the introduction to an upbeat, piece of dance music that Julie liked. <br /><br />Slowly, she began to gyrate her hips, running her arms down over her body and looking at me intently. As the music continued to build, she danced for me, moving lithely and with a confidence I hadn’t seen her display before. Part of me absently wondered for how long Julie had been planning this? I realised that it wasn’t just a spur of the moment thing; some thought had gone into it. The CD with this track on it was not one from my collection, so Julie had brought it over with her and snuck it into the CD player, probably whilst I was making tea earlier. Also, she’d brought over some of her dance wear too. Several layers of warm, skin-tight clothing in fact, just waiting to be peeled off her nubile body. A body which would be warmed up and at its most supple by the time she finished this routine. My cock throbbed as I realised we were in for a night to remember. Dammit, Julie was about to give me my own private strip tease – a far cry from the girl with a lack of sexual self confidence who had made love to me for the first time so carefully and gingerly three months ago!<br /><br />Julie moved slowly for the most part, punctuating her routine with the occasional high kick, sometimes whilst in flight. My heart beat faster and faster as at one point she dropped into the splits, rolling onto her back, legs spread wide to give me a good view of her crotch – a sure promise of things to come. I was not the only one excited by her dance, as I noticed Julie’s nipples straining visibly against the material of her catsuit. After another minute or so, still in time with the beat and tempo, as it slowed a little, Julie turned away from me. <br /><br />I was busy admiring her peach of a bottom when I realised she was tugging the top of her catsuit down over her toned shoulders. A slow and slinky wriggle brought the catsuit down to her hips. Bending over to give me an even better look at her bum, she slipped it down her fishnet-clad legs and stepped out, kicking it away. As the music picked up again, she danced seductively, over to me, placed one hand, then the other on my shoulders and breathed into my right ear<br /><br />“Stand up. You’re overdressed now.”<br /><br />I had a raging erection and wanted to run my hands all over that fine body before stripping her naked and taking her quickly and forcefully. But I held my urges in check, even as Julie lifted my t-shirt up and over my head, removing it and tossing it into a corner of the room. Unable to help myself I reached out to caress her body, but she nimbly weaved out of reach, raising a single index finger and waving it at me admonishingly<br /><br />“Ah-ah! You can look but don’t touch. You can get to do that soon, but not now!” she purred.<br /><br />Julie danced on for the best part of another minute and then began to shrug her way out of the leotard. I watched, captivated by lust and desire, as her breasts popped free from their tight restraint with a jiggle, and then the plane of her flat, toned belly came into view. Turning to face me, Julie bent forwards, her breasts elongating and her long, dark hair falling forwards across her face as she tugged the leotard over her hips, letting it fall to the floor. <br /><br />Inspiration struck me and I struggled my wallet free from my jeans pocket. Opening it I withdrew a twenty pound note and quickly rolled it into a tube. Julie struck a pose, arms crossed over her breasts, hips cocked to one side and I beckoned her over to me. Stalking over like a big cat she stopped in front of me, so close I could see the fine sheen of perspiration coating her chest and breasts. <br /><br />I held up the index finger of my left hand with it pointed towards the ceiling and made a circling motion. Julie understood and slowly rotated herself, arms held up above her, nipples erect and pointing, giving me a good 360 degree view of her petite curves. As she faced me once more I held up the rolled twenty pound note and lightly touched it against her chest, just below her neck. Smiling, I slowly traced it down towards the swell of her bosom, pushed up by her now-folded arms. As the note lowered, Julie uncrossed her arms and slowly lifted them out and upwards until they were above her head again, at the same time weaving her hips slowly so the line of progress made by the note mapped out a long, reversed ‘S’. <br /><br />I reached her belly button and then the elastic of her black thong – a tiny triangle of satin covering her secret place so tightly. I noticed that Julie was wearing the thong over her fishnets as I tugged the elastic away from her creamy skin and let it snap back into place, trapping the twenty against her body. <br /><br />“There.”<br /><br />I grinned at her and stood up.<br /><br />“I’ve paid for you now. You’re mine for the night.”<br /><br />Julie span away from me with more of that liquid grace and took the note from her thong. Holding it up to the light, she studied it briefly then put it down on the mantelpiece.<br /><br />“Your money’s good. Alright, I’m yours. But first…”<br /><br />She stepped over to me quickly, nimble fingers unzipping my fly and unbuckling my belt with quick, sure movements. I gasped as her cool hand traced up my cock as it sprang free, my pants and jeans tugged down to my knees. I sat back down and Julie pulled my clothes free, throwing them aside carelessly. Her eyes fixed on mine as she straddled me, sitting in my lap and crushing her body against mine. Kissing me once, she pulled her head back with a flick of her hair and looked into my eyes, smiling. <br /><br />“Tess was bragging to me the other day about her and Martin doing it using eight different positions” she said. <br /><br />I cocked an eyebrow and smiled at her, cupping her soft breasts in my hands and squeezing them promisingly.<br /><br />“I think we can do better than that. Feeling flexible?”<br /><br />“Oh, yes.” Julie replied, rubbing her crotch against my engorged cock. The satin thong whispered against my skin, making me shudder in pleasure.<br /><br />Lifting my hands to the base of her neck, I took handfuls of Julie’s hair in my fists, tugging her head back to expose her neck. I kissed and nuzzled, sucking the soft flesh hard between my teeth to give her the kind of love bites I knew turned her on and made her good and wet. Soon, there was a ruddy, red mark blossoming on either side of her neck. Sliding my hands onto her shoulder blades I tensed my arms to take her weight and then lowered Julie back slightly so I could give equal attention to her breasts. <br /><br />As her upper body angled back, Julie’s groin pressed forwards against my erection and I felt her soft mound yield slightly against my cock. As I licked around her nipples and teased their buds with my lips and teeth just the way she liked, Julie gasped through her open mouth, closed her lips, swallowed hard and opened her mouth again, now breathing more heavily.<br /><br />“Hold on to my shoulders”<br /><br />I suggested as I pulled Julie upright again and hooked my hands under her thighs. As her small hands held me tightly, I tensed my stomach and thigh muscles and with a grunt, stood up. Julie hooked her crossed ankles behind my back, wriggling briefly against my cock and breathed into my ear<br /><br />“I want you inside me.”<br /><br />Before I could reply, she nimbly hopped out of my arms, spinning away to stand facing me, hands on her cocked hips. Her thumbs snagged into the thin bands of her thong. With a fluid wriggle, she was stepping out of it. Her eyes never left mine. As I stepped over to her, Julie flicked the thong into the corner of the room with her foot, standing before me naked, but for her fishnet tights. I reached down between her legs and stroked the tips of my fingers up the length of her pussy. The mesh there was wet, lubrication pulsing from Julie in her excitement. <br /><br />Feeling an animal urge now to be inside her, to thrust hard into her tight body, to fuck her right there on the carpet until she cried out and shook in ecstasy, I practically tore her tights down her legs. Julie stepped quickly out of them and as I tossed them to one side she surprised me by suddenly sitting down on the carpet in front of me. As I looked down questioningly, Julie took hold of her feet, one in each hand and parted her thighs; her legs held out straight and spread wide, toes pointing. I could see her pussy, shaven pink vulva crowned with neatly trimmed dark hair. Its moist lips were parted invitingly. Julie looked up at me from under her eyebrows, mouth slightly open in almost a snarl of lust. Kneeling in front of her, my cock bobbing, I traced my fingers down from her ankles, along her legs to her inner thighs and finally to the damp folds of skin at her crotch. Her pussy twitched visibly as my fingernails ran up the smooth, skin either side of it. Our eyes met, in an almost challenging manner.<br /><br />Then the lust overwhelmed me and I fell upon her, hungry for her body. Julie lay back, feet on the soft carpet with knees bent, as I planted my hands either side of her shoulders and thrust my hips forward, socketing my cock deep into her pussy with a gasp from each of us. Julie felt incredible, the walls of her pussy so slick it was like sliding in and out of some near-frictionless lotion. Yet at the same time she gripped and relaxed in rhythm with my thrusts, squeezing my length as her hidden muscles worked their silent wonder - an iron grip in a slick, velvet glove. <br /><br />It took all the control I had not to break into as fast a pace as possible, thrusting in and out of her with our bellies clapping together. Instead, I managed to keep to a slow rhythm, rocking back and forth firmly, savouring the feel of her around me. Panting gently through her open mouth, Julie opened her eyes and smiled up at me, her head nodding slightly back and forth in time with our thrusts.<br /><br />“Okay,” she said, “Missionary position is Number One.”<br /><br />Her knees suddenly appeared either side of my elbows, just as I felt myself penetrating even deeper into her body. Julie gasped and then grinned at me.<br /><br />“Number Two.”<br /><br />After thrusting deeply into Julie in this delicious position for a while, I lifted myself until I was kneeling before her and then pressed down either side of her knees until they touched the carpet, holding them down there and continuing to rock in and out of her- her pussy making quiet, wet, noises as I worked. <br /><br />“Number Three.” I said. <br /><br />Julie sucked briefly at her bottom lip with her teeth, and then straightened out her legs. As I released her thighs, she lifted her legs inwards and up, resting her heels on my shoulders. Julie’s flexibility was amazing – she could perform full splits both front and side, to more than 180°. Eyes closed, she smiled up at me with an expression of almost lazy luxury on her pretty face.<br /><br />“Number Four.” she counted.<br /><br />And on we went, seamlessly and instinctively shifting to a new position, thrusting together in it for a short while and then moving on to another. <br /><br />We both took our turns on top, lying side by side, standing up, sat facing each other. We used our imagination and Julie’s suppleness to full advantage, experimenting with different variations, her body arching one way, then another, a single leg stretched out, the other, both; trying everything one way and another, laughing together and having fun, sometimes settling for longer periods of thrusting and gasping together as we found a position we both particularly liked.<br /><br />By the time we felt we had exhausted possibilities in the living room, the count was into the early twenties. Julie was on top riding me, leaning back with her hands on my lower thighs and grinding her clitoris into my crotch when I suggested we move to the kitchen. <br /><br />“Great idea. Let’s do it on the kitchen table!”<br /><br />Julie slipped up and backwards off my cock. As she swung one leg up and over me to turn away, I saw that her pussy was gaping widely open - her inner thighs and my belly now wet with a heady mix of our perspiration, my precum and her pussy honey. <br /><br />By the time Julie was laying back on the kitchen table, moaning as her sensitivity and excitement grew and grew, I gave brief but heartfelt thanks for the delaying ability of several bottles of good beer. We had been screwing for what seemed like ages and yet despite being more sexually aroused than I had ever felt before, I did not feel anywhere near ready to cum yet. Julie was often hard to bring to orgasm anyway; her thighs usually clamped together with a sharp cry of pleasure either side of my head, or forearm. She could rarely reach orgasm through intercourse, but had become a proactive and affirming lover, making a variety of positive noises and sounds that let me know she was enjoying herself and which turned me on immensely.<br /><br />After the table, we screwed with her sat on the kitchen work top, a glass jar of pasta and the cup tree rattling harmonically to Julie’s gasps, the soft percussion of our groins slapping together, and the low squitting and squelching noises of my cock pistoning in and out of her sticky pussy. An ice cube from the close-to-hand fridge freezer added a chilly thrill for both of us, arousing our skin and eventually dissolving in the furnace of her pussy, making Julie squeal as it slipped into her. <br /><br />We briefly considered going into the bedroom, agreed it was too mundane for tonight’s activities and then Julie grinned wickedly.<br /><br />“I saw a great position in the last issue of ‘More’ magazine…”<br /><br />I smiled back at her, inquisitively.<br /><br />“Let’s fuck on the stairs!”<br /><br />Giggling like a schoolgirl (she still had the uniform and oh, yes - that had seen some action in the bedroom!) Julie hopped off the worktop, gently took hold of my cock and led me by it into the hall and to the top of the stairs, where I sat down. There, both her hands, one atop the other, squeezed and worked my cock back and forth to full hardness, before Julie straddled me carefully and eased herself down onto my length. Taking my hands, she lifted up her feet, (causing us both to groan in pleasure) braced them against a step and leaned back and out into space, straightening her arms and beginning to work her hips into a steady rhythm which I swiftly matched.<br /><br />My attention was brought back to the present by high pitched, keening noises - the precursor to Julie having an orgasm. The carpet of the stairs rubbed against my butt as our thrusting gathered pace, faster and faster. What a difference three months had made. As Julie gained self confidence through our early lovemaking, we both found her flexibility and hidden muscles opened doors to many exciting opportunities, most of them fully exploited tonight. At just under half a decade my junior, Julie had less sexual experience than myself but she more than made up for this with her hunger to explore and the thrilled eagerness with which she did it. The result was hot, passionate, yet tender and caring, varied sex that was, by far, the best I had ever had. <br /><br />As her hair lashed about her head, and the matted tufts of her pubic hair rasped and ground against my own, Julie’s hands gripped mine tightly. Each breath she took was now quicker and more highly pitched than the last. Her eyes were screwed shut, eyebrows drawn up as if in furious concentration. I felt her finger nails digging into me; could see her breasts bouncing up and down, back and forth, her whole body covered in a sheen of perspiration that gleamed under the light from the bulb overhead. A tingle grew and swelled in my balls. Julie’s pussy lips dragged tightly against my cock as it slid out of her. There were shining strands of her honey thick on my shaft. I watched her pussy contact and flex around my cock as it slid back into her. The tingle swelled and began to rise. I could smell her musky scent, the tang of our sweat. Hear her moan. Feel her pussy tighten climactically around me. <br /><br />The sensations overwhelmed me and as Julie cried out –<br /><br />”Oh! Oh!! It’s HAPPENING!!”<br /><br />Liquid fire raced up the very centre of my cock. I heard myself crying out as I came, ribbons of cum shooting into her body. Our muscles locked in unison as we came together, my cock twitching and jerking inside her spasming pussy. Julie panted through her mouth, crying out with each gasp as her orgasm ripped through her. <br /><br />“Aahhh!! Ahhh!! Huhh! Huhhnn! Huh.”<br /><br />Cum bubbled out from the juncture of my cock and her tight pussy - swiftly sliding down perspiration-slick flesh. My chin sank down to my chest as I took in deep breaths through my nose. Julie’s entire body trembled one last time and with an <br /><br />“Ohhh…”<br /><br />She sagged down, her shoulders resting on the steps below, her head back, long hair trailing down the stairs, eyes closed in apparent bliss. We gently squeezed our interlocked hands, and then Julie lifted up her head to look at me, drawing in a deep breath which she let whistle out between her teeth.<br /><br />“God, that felt incredible.”<br /><br />I puffed out a breath through my mouth and replied-<br /><br />“You said it.”<br /><br />We tensed and with a pull and a grunt from both of us, Julie was sat upright on my lap. We cuddled there as my softening cock gradually slipped out from her grip. Julie looked down at her pussy and chuckled.<br /><br />“I’m soaking. You’ve made a right mess” <br /><br />she scolded with a put on frown. I laughed.<br /><br />“Well, you can’t go dancing in front of me like that and not expect to be shagged senseless, you know.” <br /><br />“M’mm. Might have to do it more often then.”<br /><br />Her feet found the step below the one on which I was sat and Julie stood up. I stood myself, and we walked hand in hand back up to the landing, turning there to face each other and embracing. Julie rested her head against my chest for a while as we got our breath back, then stood on tiptoe and kissed me quickly on the lips. <br /><br />“Well, number thirty-eight did it!”<br /><br />She exclaimed.<br /><br />“Hell, I’d lost count by the time you were sat on the work top!” I replied.<br /><br />Julie laughed happily. <br /><br />“Well, I was keeping track. I can’t wait to tell Tess. She’ll go green.”<br /><br />Now it was my turn to laugh.<br /><br />“I reckon she will. Still, there’s one thing though.”<br /><br />“Yeah? What’s that?”<br /><br />“Thirty eight? We need to go for the round forty, next time.”<br /><br />“Yeah. We should buy a copy of the Kama-Sutra to give us some more ideas.”<br /><br />“You didn’t seem to be short of your own ideas, little miss-oh-so-innocent!”<br /><br />I smacked her on the bum with a gentle whack that made it jiggle briefly.<br /><br />Julie giggled.<br /><br />“Yeah, but think about it. With a few more ideas we could get up to fifty positions. At least!”<br /><br />I feigned mock horror. “At least?! Hell Julie, tonight was probably the longest I’ve ever lasted in my life. I don’t know if I could last that long again!”<br /><br />She giggled and hugged me tightly.<br /><br />“M’mmm. But it’ll be fun finding out, won’t it?”<br /><br />Now that, I could not dispute.<br /><br />“That it will, hon. That, it will.”<br /><br />And can you guess what? <br /><br />It was.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-71892291418842555872009-06-23T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-23T04:00:20.428-07:0030 Minutes with RayIt was 10:00 p.m. on Friday, and Ray had a chance to make a night visit to me for the first time since I met him. Now, Ray loves for me to greet him right at my open door. He steps briskly inside, shuts the door tightly behind him. He gives me a huge, panda-bear kind of hug and then plants a hard and wet tongue kiss in my open mouth!<br /><br />"Oh, baby, I am so glad to see you tonight," I gushed at him. He smiled broadly and just kept kissing and kissing me. Our lips were still locked as I pulled his arms out of his jacket, and almost dragged his sweet gorgeous body toward my sofa.<br /><br />"Leslie, I am so sorry I cannot stay as long as I wanted to, but I have to tell you, you've got some kind of hot outfit on tonight!" <br /><br />I was skimpily clad in my scarlet colored lace teddy with matching panties, a pair of plain dark gray thigh high stockings, all simply covered by my long, pretty pink, purple and red silk Victoria's Secret robe.<br /><br />He sat himself on my sofa, and I tumbled down alongside of him, pulling open my robe as I fell onto the soft cushions. <br /><br />"Please let me see those wonderful titties of yours. I have been dying to suck on them all week, and I know you wanted me to do that, too." Ray pulled my red teddy right down, and my huge, plump breasts just came tumbling out.<br /><br />Ever-so-gently-and-tenderly, he began twirling his silky slippery tongue around in circles on my left nipple, and my clit began tingling instantly, as I felt my cunt swell with the same kind of silky slipperiness that Troy's mouth possessed. He must have known that, too, because he slid his right hand around the edge of my lace panties, and plunged two of his fingers deep into my dark wet cave. It was then that I realized how long I had been without a man like this, because within what seemed like only a few seconds, my bud was bursting with my first orgasm.<br /><br />"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmm" We were both moaning the same tune, as he kissed my mouth again, then back to my nipple, back to my mouth, back to my nipple -- OMG, he kept sucking, licking, and kissing me. It felt as if we were filling each other up, by sucking out gobs of ecstatic sexual energy from each other.<br /><br />As I was cumming again, Ray leaned back slightly enough to unzip his fly. He hardly had to pull on his hard rod to get it out, because it was popping straight out of his Dockers, with each inch of his zipper opening up.<br /><br />"Wow," I thought, as I enjoyed my view of his stiff cock, "that thing looks just a little bit bigger than I remember it being the last time!"<br /><br />Eagerly, I leaned my head over his groin, and plunged my whole mouth right onto his hardness, lapping and licking hungrily around the head, while feeling a few warm drops of his precum spilling onto my tongue. <br /><br />I was going to keep on blowing him until he came, but he did not want to rush it, he wanted to hold back for a bit, since he had something else on his mind at that moment. <br /><br />"You know how much I really want to see you fuck yourself with your vibrator!" His boyish grin spoke volumes! <br /><br />"Of course, baby," I sweetly replied. "I am going to show you how I make myself cum with it." <br /><br />I stood up next to his legs, and he started stroking his cumpole, while I dropped my drawers. I hoisted up one leg on my coffee table, and braced myself against the other leg, exposing and opening wide my luscious pussy lips, pushing my pelvis to within inches of Ray's face. A deep murmur was building in my throat, as I began sliding my bright neon green 10" tube into my pussy. I was still spurting creamy cum from my two orgasms. <br /><br />"Oh, my god!!" I was really just about yelling it out, as I started fucking myself hard with my toy. <br /><br />With the next withdrawal of my vibrator from my hole, I put it right onto my clit, and began the familiar circular motions with its tip, turning the speed up to high. <br /><br />"This is how I cum, baby!!" I screamed. My face was wrenching in twisted motions of sheer sexual pleasure. I really exploded with this one, and my love hole shot a stream of juices running right down my vibe, to the other end and into my hand. <br /><br />I barely had put my toy back on the table, when Ray was reaching out to take my hand in his and put it to his lips, rolling his tongue over each of my fingers deliciously, savoring every drop of sweet syrup that he tasted. <br /><br />His cock was still as hard as a 2 by 4, I could see it pointing straight forward at me, as he began to rise from the sofa, placing his hands on my shoulders, and pushing me softly down to where he had just been seated. <br /><br />"Oh, Leslie, please, stroke my cock against your boobs, and let me cum there!" He almost sounded as if he was pleading with me to do him a favor, when the whole while I was burning with desire to do just exactly what he wanted with me! <br /><br />I cupped my left breast into my left hand, wrapped the fingers of my right hand fully around his swollen joint, and began stroking rhythmically the entire length of it, focusing my movements mostly around his big oval-shaped purple cockhead. I pressed his stiff rod fully into my left boob, and buried it deep into my bosom, so far that only my fingers around it were visible. <br /><br />"Oh, my god, yyyeeesss, yyyeeesss," Ray was routing me on, "Oh, god, heeerrreee III cccuuummm, bbbaaabbbyyy!!" <br /><br />I felt a hot shot of gooey wet spunk spreading quickly over my whole chest, covering completely my left nipple and tit, as well as shooting straight over to my right boob, and covering that one as well! And just as his cum was about to drip off of my right nipple, I grasped that breast in my hand and caught that precious drop of creamy honey with the tip of my outstretched tongue!! <br /><br />"Oh, my god, baby, what a huge load you shot on me!! MMMMMMMmmmmm, oh, honey, you are really something else!" I praised him, as I licked and sucked and vacuumed up every drop of his jizz from both of my tits and my fingers!! <br /><br />"Leslie, you are one hot Momma!!" he stated firmly, "You are so fuckin hot, I just lllooovvveee to cum here!" <br /><br />"Well, Ray, baby, I think you are pretty dam hot yourself, and you can cum here any old time you like!!" <br /><br />I donned my robe, and he zipped up his Dockers, and as we walked to my door, once again it seemed as if he could not get enough of kissing me on my mouth. And even after I wished him safe home, he turned again one more time and planted a precious just-one-more-before-I-go on my lips! <br /><br />"I love you, baby!" I called after him, as he strode off toward his car. <br /><br />Oh, Ray baby, you are so cute, so sexy, so hot, so sweet -- Yes, baby, I would, indeed, love to have YOU anytime!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-84337322516117533142009-06-22T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-22T04:00:20.976-07:0030 Minute LectureWhen it comes to college it all depends on who you are and where you go, that makes a great experience. I was one of those big town girls stuck in a small town college, so I hated it. Small classes were okay, but small-minded people were not. All of my classes had less than twenty people, except for a few general education classes that were held in gigantic lecture halls that took up a whole building by itself. These classes I hated to most, boring teachers and no room to take notes let alone sleep comfortably. <br /><br />It was my last year at this small town university and I was in my only lecture class, World History from the renaissance to the early 1900's. A snooze and a half. I hated history but I was required to take the class so I was forced to muddle through it. Thirty minutes of hell. I was always stuck next to a guy that either didn't shower often, or snored too loud. <br /><br />Then there was a day that I'd decided it was enough, I placed my bags in one seat and my books in the other so I had total freedom from both sides. I mean I sat in the back and there was always at least twenty seats empty by the time class started, so it wouldn't kill them to sit somewhere else. Sure I got the occasional hard glance for my rudeness but I really didn't care. Just before the lights went out for the lecture to start a guy stood in front of me and asked if the seat to my right was taken. I began to say yes when I looked up into the most gorgeous pair of dark eyes I'd ever seen. I found myself saying no and moving my bag to make room for him, still staring into his eyes. They were the kind of eyes that made your insides quiver at the thought of them roaming over your skin. <br /><br />He started making some small talk but I really wasn't paying attention, I was still looking at his eyes, never mind the rest of him, which was just as breath taking I might add. I didn't speak until I realized he'd asked me a question.<br /><br />"Oh, sorry. What'd you say?"<br /><br />Chuckling he replied, "I asked if you'd been in this class long."<br /><br />"Oh, yes. From about the start of the semester."<br /><br />"Is it as boring as it looks?"<br /><br />Faking a slight yawn, I smiled at him. He got the hint. The professor started his long speech and I settled into my chair, painfully aware of his scent. It was nice, manly in a way but very nice not pungent. I started absently tapping my pen against my teeth, an annoying habit I could never get rid of. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him looking at me and as I turned to meet his stare he leaned over and whispered in my ear.<br /><br />"My name's Josh by the way."<br /><br />"I'm Heather."<br /><br />More boring talk came from the direction up front. For some reason I noticed we were relatively alone in the back, the nearest person was two rows away. Erasing it from my mind I tried to focus my attention to the guy I was paying to teach, but I couldn't. Every time one of us moved I ended up brushing my bare leg against Josh's jeans. This simple motion sending little electric shocks throughout my body. Becoming slightly aroused from the mixture of fabric against flesh and my stretch of abstinence, I slightly shifted in his direction. <br /><br />When I slightly brushed my fingers against his wrist, he took my cue. Sliding his hands over to my knee he just kept it there for what seemed an eternity. His hands were warm and it made the cool skin of my bare thigh want to soak him in. I hadn't realized a short moan had escaped my lips until he placed a finger to his in a sign of shushing. I closed my eyes, not caring that we were in a room filled with over a hundred students, one professor and three teaching assistants. <br /><br />As his hand moved on my thigh I felt like crying. My mind was making my body float on a dream. His soft fingertips slid gently over my inner thigh, stopping shy of the hem of my corduroy skirt. I felt rushed and for a moment I wanted to shove his hands underneath my skirt just so he could hit home, but I could tell he liked to take his time. Teasing me only made it worse. I was half squirming and half sliding in my seat. Needing to feel the contact of his fingers on my most intimate region. The sliding I had done pushed my skirt higher on my thighs and you could see the edge of my micro fiber panties. I could only stare now at the erection that had surely come to life because of me and I smiled. Reaching a finger over to him to tease its head through the fabric of his jeans, his head went back and he gritted a sigh through his teeth. This man liked control, I could tell. <br /><br />While I was busy watching him heave a sigh his hand had moved to slither inside my underwear. When I felt the first contact of his fingers on my clit I thought I was going to scream. It had been a long time since I had felt anything so wonderful. He rubbed the small piece of skin between his fingers for only a moment but it was enough for me, I became wet in a gush. I felt his hands sliding down my underwear and I became aware of him moving in front of me. Funny how I'd never noticed how wide the aisles were.<br /><br />He was kneeling in between my thighs now, only staring at my face and all I could think to say was, "please."<br /><br />That was all he needed. I could feel his breath against my tight warm clit and I could almost hear my heartbeat in the large room. Fighting the urge to moan, I draped a leg over his shoulder. He kissed the insides of my thighs and I'm sure I did moan, gripping onto the arm of my seat. Riding a euphoric wave I felt free. And I crashed down when I felt his tongue flick across my sweet nub for the first time. Raising my hips I could only sigh. When he began his long penetrating strokes with his tongue I floated. His tongue was like nothing I'd felt before, none of my other lovers had made me feel this way. His tongue seemed large and long, almost snake-like, as it swept inside of me as if searching for something. I finally did cry out as an orgasm of deep proportions hit me like a ton of bricks. <br /><br />Coming down off of my ecstatic cloud, I could feel his lips on mine, tasting myself in him. I figured he was just keeping my mouth occupied so I wouldn't draw any more attention to us. But when I heard the slight unzipping of pants I was overjoyed that it was dark in here and the professor was a loud man and the kid two rows in front of us was snoring. <br /><br />Feeling him grasp my thighs and slide me onto his erection was heavenly, yet somewhat awkward at the positioning. He had a lot to be proud of, and I believe I was proud enough for both of us. My wet cunt slid easily onto him and he thrust with the steady motion of a man who knew what he wanted in life. Riding him in this large auditorium, on a small seat was exhilarating and erratic at the same time. Gripping his shoulders as he plunged into me one last time before exploding in hot waves he crushed my lips with a kiss, to help keep me quiet and to give my tongue something to work on. <br /><br />He gently pushed me back into my seat and sat back in his own with perfect timing. The lecture was over. Rushing out before everyone else I led him to my on-campus apartment, in the spring warmth. Thinking the whole way home, that was the greatest thirty-minute lecture of my college career.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-74781587832608267622009-06-21T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-21T04:00:22.109-07:003...2...1 Happy New Year!It ended up being one hell of a year. It started when my girlfriend left me shortly after Valentine's Day, progressed to me losing my job in June and finally, I bottomed out when I had to downgrade my living standard shortly after Thanksgiving. I ended up in an old motel that had been converted into an apartment building long ago. By any standard it was a shit hole, inside or out. The day I moved in I went to the office to complain about all the homeless people gathered in the front of the building. The manager took one look out the window and laughed, those weren't homeless people, they were residents of the complex. I went back to my apartment even more dejected. <br /><br />I spent Christmas alone, depressed and drunk but decided that for New Years I at least wouldn't be alone. In my tentative explorations of the neighborhood I realized that there was a bar two buildings down from where I lived. It's closeness to my apartment gave me hope that I could get loaded and not have to worry much about getting rolled on the way home. From the outside, the bar looked no better than the outside of my building. Inside the place was decent enough though time, smoke and vomit had clearly taken its toll. The people inside the bar matched their surroundings perfectly. Motley would be too kind of a word to describe them, and that was during daylight hours. Everyone ignored me that afternoon, losers don't welcome newcomers to their ranks with open arms. I got a beer and a rundown of what to expect for New Years Eve then headed home. <br /><br />When New Years Eve came I decided to dress up for the event. The year had sucked but I was determined to at the very least look good going into the new year. I wore a button down shirt, slacks and my one remaining sport coat. I made one last check of my hair and headed out, being careful to engage all three locks on my door. People from my complex (or were they homeless?) had gathered for a 40 fest out in the main courtyard and I did my best to steer clear of them. When I got to the bar, I realized that I would be hanging out for the evening with those a step up from my neighbors, which did nothing to raise my spirits. I was by far the best dressed in the joint and I ended up hunkering down at a little table off in the corner. Scanning the room I felt my hopes for a New Years companion slipping away. The crowd was mostly guys, the few exceptions were older females who reminded me of my grandmother, if she had lived on skid row. <br /><br />The one bright spot was the waitress working my area of the bar. I had never had much luck with waitresses as they had seen it all and heard it all and generally speaking, wanted nothing to do with the patrons of where they worked. I watched her work her section, prancing around in a high cut cowgirl dress that seemed terribly out of place. Her youthfulness surprised me and I decided that she was my only hope. She didn't see me at first and I noticed her do a double take when she did. She sashayed over to me and asked me what I was drinking. I told her that I was there for the duration and wanted to get the most for my money so that I'd have plenty left over to tip her at the end of the evening. She nodded in understanding and was off. <br /><br />When she came back a few minutes later she put a giant mug of beer in front of me on the table. "That'll do quite nicely," I said. "What are you doing in a place like this?" I asked her.<br /><br />"It looks like I should be asking you that question. You stick out like a sore thumb."<br /><br />"It's been a bit of a rough year," I said. "I live in a shithole apartment down the street and this was the closest place I could find. I had been hoping to not start the new year alone, but looking around this place I'm beginning to think that being alone isn't so bad."<br /><br />She nodded in understanding. "Well, see how the evening goes. New Years Eve has been known to work some magic. That'll be three-fifty." When I asked if I could open a tab, she said that they work in cash only at the time of purchase. I gave her a five and she gave me a dollar fifty back. I held up the one for her tip and she turned and showed me a frilly garter wrapped around her leg. She hiked up what little there was of her dress showing off skin all the way up her hip. I slid the dollar into the garter and for the first time in awhile, felt like things were looking up.<br /><br />She checked on me from time to time and brought me another beer whenever I needed one. Each time she hiked up that little skirt and each time I gave her a dollar. As the night wore on, people got sloshed and rowdy. Twice, fights broke out and the people got escorted out by the tank of a bartender who I learned was the owner. I also learned that my waitress's name was Katrina. The fourth time she brought me a beer, she looked around and hiked up her skirt so that her entire hip showed. I slid the dollar into her garter and she pointed to a spot on her hip. It was too dark to see what she was pointing at so I leaned in to get a better look at that wonderful flank. Within a few inches of her hip I still didn't see anything but then felt her hand on the back of my head, pulling me against her. I kissed her hip and she released my head, though I lingered a moment longer smelling the powdery scent of her skin. I sat back and she gave me a wink. She pulled down the fabric and disappeared again into the mass of humanity. <br /><br />By the time 11:30 came I considered myself successful in attaining depression and drunkenness. I was about halfway through my fifth, and I figured last, beer of the evening when Katrina brought me another one. She leaned down next to my ear and said, "This one's on me." She disappeared yet again and I got to work at finishing my half finished beer. <br /><br />A few minutes before midnight, Katrina and the other waitress circulated around giving out plastic champagne glasses for the midnight toast. They worked furiously to get through the crowd and with thirty seconds left in the countdown Katrina aimed her way for my table. She arrived at my table with ten seconds to go, and with everyone's attention riveted to the TV, she took my and led me back to the hallway where the bathrooms were. She pinned me against the wall and as midnight struck, pressed her lips against mine followed by her entire body. Her leg went up along me and my hands went to her back and she slid them down onto her ass. Drunk enough to forget where I was, I groped her like we were standing in my old living room. She suddenly broke off, wiped her lips and smiled. "Happy new year."<br /><br />"Happy new year," I replied.<br /><br />"I get off at two," she said before turning, picking up her tray and going back to work.<br /><br />A little while later she brought over a mug of coffee for me then started walking away. I stopped her and held up a dollar bill. She turned to make sure that no one was looking then hiked up her skirt again. This time when I put the dollar in her garter, I wrapped my hands around her thick thigh and massaged it. Its solidness surprised me as my right hand slid under her panties. Her knees weakened and she put a hand on my shoulder for balance. She stepped back and pulled down her skirt again. <br /><br />"There's more where that came from," I said. She just nodded and walked away. <br /><br />The crowd thinned considerably after midnight and by one o'clock, I was one of only a few people left in the place. The bartender yelled last call but there didn't seem to be any takers. Katrina and the other waitress hustled around the bar to clean up and I even pitched in to build some good karma with the bartender Will. He offered me a drink on the house but I told him a coffee refill was all that I wanted. By a quarter past, the place was in good enough shape to close down. As the girls got their things, a group of five people came in looking for a drink. Sally, the other waitress, decided to stay freeing up Katrina and I to leave. The air outside was freezing and she started off in the direction of my place. <br /><br />We didn't talk which was fine by me. I put my arm around her to keep her warm. She walked into the same shithole complex I lived. She led us through the courtyard where people were still partying and up the steps to the second level. She undid all three of her locks and went in, turning on the light. Her place wasn't nearly as bad as mine, much more homey. Her bed, a mattress on the floor was covered with exotic looking pillows. The whole place had a middle eastern harem feel to it. <br /><br />"Nice place," I said. "Mine isn't anything like this."<br /><br />"Home is what you make it," she replied going back to the bathroom. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back." After she closed the door, she yelled, "There's a bottle of champagne in the fridge."<br /><br />While she did her thing, I went to the fridge and pulled out the bottle. I rummaged through cabinets and found a couple of glasses. I waited to open the bottle. The toilet flushed and she came out and over to me and we kissed, just a casual kiss as she passed me but I pressed her up against the refrigerator cupping her left breast between us. Her leg wrapped around me as magnets fell from behind her. I reached around with my free hand and grabbed her ass, sliding my hand beneath her panties. She bit my bottom lip and I pressed her harder against the fridge. Her ass was just as solid as her leg had been. I pulled my hand out from her breast and reached behind her to grab the other side of her ass. That leg came up and I supported her simply with my own weight. She shifted up and I carried her off to the living/dining/bed room with her giggling and squealing all the way as I groped her. When we got to her bed I tried to lower her down gracefully, but we both went over, landing with a thump. I climbed from the pillows on top of her grabbing her left breast and grinding against her. <br /><br />I leaned back moved down between her legs. Her skirt had ridden up on her when we fell giving me a clear shot of her red panties. I groped her through the satin crotch of her panties and she squirmed while unbuttoning her shirt. I took hold of her panties and pulled them all the way off, throwing them somewhere behind me. She had a tightly groomed triangle of hair around her pussy and already I could tell that she was swollen. I straddled her left leg at the knee and started kneading her thick thigh between my hands. She struggled to get out of her shirt but moaned as I worked her leg. I slowly moved up her thigh until her hair brushed against the back of my hand. I moved over to the other leg and got to work on that one the same way. She finally got the shirt off and flopped back down on the bed, sliding her hands up under her bra and grabbing her own breasts. When I reached her hair line again I moved back between her legs and buried my face in her pussy. She reached down and opened herself up to my mouth also giving me a clear view of her meaty folds. I ran my tongue from her asshole up to her clit and sucked on that for awhile. I slid a finger inside of her and she gyrated her hips up and down on the bed to get the full effect. She tasted salty and musky with a hint of baby powder and vanilla mixed in. I sucked on her meaty lips while keeping a steady rhythm going with my finger inside of her. Her moans told me that she was close so I kept going, giving her clit a good sucking. I didn't know if she could climax through sex so I wanted to keep going. A few seconds later my work paid off and her legs gripped my head like a nutcracker. I rode it out the best I could, hoping that she wouldn't snap my neck as she bucked around. <br /><br />When she relaxed her grip on me I sat back and wiped off my mouth with the back of my hand. I quickly worked to get my pants undone and she leaned up to work on my shirt. I asked her if she had a condom and she said, "Don't worry, baby, whatever happens, happens." I wiggled out of my pants and then flapped out of my shirt. She laid back and played with her clit as I got into position. I wouldn't have minded a blowjob, but I wanted to sink it inside of her even more. She took my dick in her hand and stroked me as I moved in. When I felt it against the heat of her pussy I pushed it in. She wrapped her legs around my back as I went at her. With the alcohol in my system I felt like I could go all night. I crushed her with my weight then leaned back to get a good look at the old in and out. <br /><br />She released her legs and said she wanted on top so I flopped down on the bed and she climbed on top of me. She lowered herself down on my cock then leaned back, thrusting with her hips. I got a clear view of her pussy and reached over and worked her clit. Almost immediately I could feel and see her building to climax but it was a long road. She shifted up and started bouncing up and down. I couldn't get to her clit as well so I slid my hands under her bra and took hold of her breasts, pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I could tell she was close when her rhythm quickened. When it came her body contracted bending her over a bit and then she exploded, up off of me and onto my legs. The pillows beneath me kept my legs from snapping. <br /><br />"Holy shit," she said. <br /><br />I pulled myself out from under her and turned her over onto her belly. I took her hips in my hands and pulled her up, giving me a great view of her pussy to line up with. I slid a finger in and then replaced it with my cock. She was at an odd angle so I took hold of her hips and pulled her up against me. The feeling that I could go all night had faded and I knew it wouldn't be long. Every time I thumped inside her ass cheek jiggled in little waves. I leaned forward and she collapsed on the bed like a splayed frog and each time I thrust her head came up off the mattress. She muttered "fuck" over and over again and finally I couldn't hold back any longer. I gripped her shoulder and with one last thrust shot inside of her. <br /><br />When my climax subsided I released her shoulder and collapsed on top of her before rolling off. She turned her hair covered face toward me, blew a strand from her eyes and said, "Happy fucking New Year."Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-76460327353209464112009-06-20T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-20T11:00:12.741-07:003 Men & a LadyAs they headed for the fancy dress shop, Lucy and Zoe chatted excitedly about the party taking place later that evening. This was their first proper house party since starting University – at which they both intended to get drunk and get lucky.<br /><br />They'd always been good friends, and during recent years, had taken their friendship into new realms, but tonight was going to be about the men they wanted.<br /><br />Lucy picked out a Nuns outfit, deciding that although not the most revealing choice, it would add a bit of spice to the chase, while Zoe was fully intent on showing off what she had to offer and went with the choice of a skimpy school girl outfit.<br /><br />Back at their shared flat, the two girls set about getting ready for the party, and getting ready didn't necessarily mean getting dressed. <br /><br />"Drink?" called Lucy<br /><br />"Please." Zoe replied, "Bring it to my room hon."<br /><br />Lucy opened and poured the wine and carried 2 glasses through to Zoe's room, to find her lying on the bed in just her g-string.<br /><br />"Ta love." she said as Lucy put the drink down on the bedside unit. Lucy then sat down on the bed next to Zoe.<br /><br />"So," Lucy started, "You gonna go after him? Or wait for him to come to you?" she continued. "Although if you ask me, he shouldn't be able to resist you in that get up!"<br /><br />"Mmm, I'm not sure," said Zoe, "We'll see how things go, if he doesn't take an interest in the first hour or so, I'll have to show him what he's missing out on."<br /><br />"Which will be what?" Lucy asked cheekily<br /><br />"This!" Zoe replied, reaching over and pulling Lucy close to her and kissing her on the lips.<br /><br />"Mmm.", Lucy sighed, "What else?" she asked invitingly. Zoe didn't say another word, instead she kissed Lucy again, deeper this time, opening her lips slightly to run her tongue along Lucy's mouth. Lucy responded, opening her mouth to accept Zoe's tongue into her mouth. The pair tenderly exchanged a lasting French kiss, Lucy putting her wine next to Zoe's and lying down next to her on the bed. The two explored each others body, Lucy running her fingers teasingly down Zoe's spine, sending a wave of excitement through Zoe's body. They continued to embrace, kissing and caressing. Lucy running the palm of her hand across down Zoe's side, feeling the curves of her waist and hips, letting her hand continue on to her thighs, finding its way round in-between the two of them and Lucy's fingers started to probe into Zoe's pussy through her g-string. <br /><br />Zoe sighed with pleasure as she felt Lucy kiss her neck, and then work her way down her body, tenderly kissing and licking every square inch between her lips and pussy. With Zoe on her back, Lucy gently slipped a finger under each side the g-string and tugged at it. Zoe responded by lifting her bum off the bed to allow the garment to slide down her thighs, past her knees and eventually off. Lucy then placed her lips firmly onto Zoe's pussy and probed her tongue out, through Zoe's lips and started to tease her clit. The brunette's legs spread wider, allowing Lucy full-unrestricted access into her. Lucy's tongue expertly teased circled and flicked Zoe's love button, sending waves of excitement through each of their bodies - Lucy loved to give head, almost as much as Zoe's loved receiving it. Zoe's hands massaged her own breasts, intermittently reaching down to stroke Lucy's hair. As Lucy inserted first one, then two fingers, Zoe felt her orgasm building and without warning it took over her body<br /><br />"Fuck you're good." she said as she panted with satisfaction, closing her thighs around Lucy's head.<br /><br />"I know," Lucy replied, "I love going down on you, you taste so good," and with that Lucy left the room, allowing Zoe a moment to compose herself in the wake of her orgasm.<br /><br />Later that evening, the girls arrived at the party. Lucy, as planned, was in her "naughty" Nun outfit, deciding that the outfit was going to be hot, and so taking the decision to wear nothing underneath it - also this would give any lucky man a quick and easy access to her. <br /><br />Zoe, also as planned was in her schoolgirl outfit. The two girls quickly located the bar, got a drink and decided the head in different directions, both having eyed their men.<br /><br />Lucy headed over to him, <br /><br />"Hi Brad," she said<br /><br />"Hey Luce, wow, you're looking good tonight," he replied, feeling his cock stiffen in his pants.<br /><br />Lucy deciding to waste no time, replied flirtily,<br /><br />"I'm feeling good, wanna find out just how good I feel?" and with a dirty little wink, headed upstairs, knowing full well that she would be followed.<br /><br />Lucy headed upstairs and quickly found a bedroom. She switched out the light and waited for Brad. Sure enough, thirty seconds later, the door opened, in walked a strapping six-footer and without hesitation, Lucy shut the door behind them and set about her work. The figure, silhouetted against the window, said nothing as Lucy first kissed him, and then slid her hands down to his belt, expertly undoing and dropping his pants in one swift motion. His cock sprang loose, and as she dropped to her knees, said,<br /><br />"You've no idea how long I've wanted this." before taking it in her mouth. She wrapped her lips tightly around it, and using a little bit of spit, lubricated its length and gently slid her mouth along its length. She could feel his heat in her mouth, how hard he was. She tentatively flicked his penis tip with her tongue, knowing she was pleasing him by the groans coming from above. She reached out ahead of her and grabbed his firm buttocks, pulling him into her, swallowing as she managed to take his full length in her mouth. She was sucking for all she was worth, judging by the pleasurable support she was receiving, she decided to keep going, feeling him start to thrust in her mouth. Suddenly she heard a grunt, as she felt him harden inside her and then he came, shooting his hot fluid into her mouth. Lucy swallowed, lapping it down; she loved to feel a man cum in her mouth.<br /><br />"You like that?" she enquired<br /><br />"Sure did." came the reply<br /><br />But it wasn't the voice she was expecting; it wasn't Brad's voice. She stood quickly, stumbling back towards then light switch, finding it she flicked it on, to reveal Brads friend Elliott stood there, grinning as he pulled up his pants.<br /><br />"Boy, you sure are good at that," he said "best I get back to the party and tell Brad what he's missing."<br /><br />"Fuck off!" said Lucy, "Go on, just fuck off!"<br /><br />Elliott laughed as he walked past Lucy, flashing her a cheeky grin as he left the room.<br /><br />She slammed the door shut behind him, sitting back on the bed, furious at herself for sucking him off, she hated him – he was a lingerer, he just hung around with Brad to be seen. He must have heard their arrangement and followed her up.<br /><br />Flicking the light off again, she punched the pillow, throwing herself face first into, the alcohol now taking an effect on her. Her head was spinning, and she became drowsy, and before long passed out into a light snooze.<br /><br />She awoke to feel someone stroking her ass gently, the hand sliding gently up her back and caress her neck. She came to, lifting her head to turn and look back to see a silhouette sitting on the bed over her.<br /><br />"Brad?" she asked<br /><br />"Hey babe." he replied, putting on a bedside light. He was there, his hands on her shoulders, "What about that promise from earlier," he asked, "to find out how good you feel?"<br /><br />Without hesitation she put her arms up round his neck and kissed him deeply. Their tongues meeting in the warmth of the surroundings, his hands then dropped from her shoulders to around her waist. He broke off from their kiss, and softly kissed her cheek, moving slowly to her neck.<br /><br />"Mmm." she moaned, "That's nice."<br /><br />"Yeah?" he said, "What about this?" he said, as he gently moved his hand to her breast, pressing against it to stroke her nipple, making it hard.<br /><br />"Mmmm, yeah." she said, "that's good too". His touch was gentle, and like magic, it aroused her immediately, he certainly knew how to touch a girl. She lay back, pulling him down on top of her. He pulled himself onto the bed fully, lying next to her at first, kissing as he caressed her body through her outfit. He reached down her leg, pulling the long habit up, pushing it around her waist. His hands ran smoothly over her thigh, moving up over her hip and down along her waist as they kissed.<br /><br />He gently on to her, rolling her onto her back, and climbing on top of her, still fully clothed. Her legs spread wider; she could feel the warmth building in her pussy, wanting him deep inside her. Lucy reached down to his crotch, unzipping his fly and undoing the button on his jeans. He responded eagerly, lifting his hips to allow her to push down his jeans and underwear. His cock sprang free, and with her wet hot little pussy exposed, didn't waste much time in guiding himself into her.<br /><br />Lucy gasped as he entered her. He was bigger than he expected, but after adjusting her position slightly, felt comfortable as she accommodated his thick cock. He began to push into her, withdrawing virtually fully before sliding it all back in again. Lucy's breathing became heavy as each time he filled her, his pubic bone rubbed against her clit, sending tingling sensations through her body.<br /><br />"Oh god!" she sighed, as he continued to gently make love to her. His rhythm began to quicken, she could feel his length pushing deeper into her, which in turn brought their bodies closer, increasing the pressure on her clit. She lifted her legs, spreading them as far as she could, wrapping them around Brad's thighs, pushing against his ass, pulling him into her.<br /><br />"Oh god Brad, fuck me, I'm gonna cum!" she stammered breathlessly.<br /><br />"Me too." he replied, as she felt a wave of pleasure wash through her body. Her head spun with delight as she felt her pussy tighten around his cock, and almost in synchronicity, felt him harden inside her and shoot his cum into her.<br /><br />The two looked at each other briefly before kissing again. Lucy's legs were still tightly wrapped around him, but the sheer pleasure still pulsating through her body distracted from this.<br /><br />"You are amazing," she said.<br /><br />"You too gorgeous." Brad replied. Slowly Lucy released her grip of him, allowing him to pull out of her. She felt so empty briefly, as her pussy took time to readjust.<br /><br />"Ill be right back." Lucy said, heading for the bathroom "Got to, clean up, if you know what I mean." she said in a coy manner.<br /><br />"No worries." came the reply, as Brad stood up, doing him self up.<br /><br />Lucy, quickly headed for the bathroom, and sat on the toilet reflecting on just how amazing that just was. Never before had someone made her orgasm like that on a first night, particularly when so well hung too. She could still feel her pussy spasming as she left to go back to the bedroom, just catching sight of Brad disappearing out the front door.<br /><br />"The little shit." she thought to herself, but was too tired to be angry. The alcohol was wearing off, she'd had the fuck of her life, and really just wanted to go home and go to bed. "Ill get him another time," she said to herself as she headed downstairs and back to the party. She looked around for Zoe, but with all the people there, it would be an almost impossible task to find her, and besides, she was probably in a bedroom somewhere, so sending a quick text to let her friend where she was, Lucy headed out into the warm summer night.<br /><br />Home wasn't too far away, so she started to walk. It would save on the cab fare, and the area was pretty safe. As she turned a corner, she heard a car behind her slowing down, not wanting to look back Lucy quickened her pace, keeping her eyes straight ahead and she refused to acknowledge the car, now drawing along side her.<br /><br />"Lucy?" came the shout, "It is you, are you mad? Walking out alone on a night like this?" She turned to see her good friend, and occasional fuck buddy Mark grinning out of the window.<br /><br />"Hiya." she said, in a relieved tone "How ya doing?"<br /><br />"Yeah I'm good ta." he replied, "Can I give a lift somewhere?" he continued <br /><br />"Yeah why not?" Lucy said, jumping into the passenger seat.<br /><br />Mark pulled off, heading towards Lucy's flat, <br /><br />"So, what ya been up to tonight?" he asked cheerfully<br /><br />"Not much." she replied "Just some party, sucked really." reflecting on how she'd been first used for a blowjob, then for a fuck, even though she'd gotten a good orgasm from it.<br /><br />"So not much fun?" he asked, "How about we go inside at yours and make some fun?" Mark suggested.<br /><br />Lucy paused before answering; she was tired but always had good sex with Mark. He was fun and adventurous, and above all, respected her.<br /><br />"Sure why not?" she decided. <br /><br />As they pulled up, Lucy opened her clutch purse and got out he keys, then headed up to the flat with Mark close behind. There didn't have to be any false chat with him, Lucy felt warm and comfortable in his company, s they headed straight for the bedroom. <br /><br />"You get yourself ready," she said, "I'll be one minute." and headed for the bathroom.<br /><br />As Mark undressed himself and lay on the bed, Lucy used the toilet, took a shower and brushed her teeth, washing off the party and her antics. She headed naked back to the bedroom to find Mark waiting for her, already with a hard cock. <br /><br />"Hey sexy!" he said in a warm voice<br /><br />"Hi." she replied lying next to him, then facing each other they kissed, she felt his cock pushing against her, pressing into where her thighs met. She opened them slightly to allow his cock to rest just at her pussy opening.<br /><br />She didn't feel particularly aroused, but Marks touch soon changed that. He was gentle in every way, stroking her breasts, and running his finger along her spine.<br /><br />Lucy could feel him pressing against her, and kissing her slowly, moving from her lips to her neck, then down towards her breasts, taking each nipple in turn and teasing it with his tongue, sucking on them while using his hands to explore her body. Tracing around her pubic area, running his fingers along each thigh, tracing a line from one knee, up the inside of her thigh, over her pussy lips then down the other inner thigh. He moved slowly to go down on her, but she wouldn't let him. She respected him too much to allow him to go down on her when she already had been fucked that night.<br /><br />"I've got a treat for you." she said, and with a little wink, rolled onto her front and pushed her ass into the air. "Just take me from behind," she said, "indulge yourself." and with that Mark needed no second invitation. He kneeled behind her and slid his cock into her wet pussy. It felt good, his hands firmly on her hips, sliding slowly in and out of her.<br /><br />Lucy, while enjoying the sex, didn't quite feel the satisfaction she'd felt with Brad. Mark wasn't small, but he was no Brad.<br /><br />"Hold on a moment." she said, and as Mark stopped, she leant forward into bedside cabinet, opening the top draw, and pulled out a bottle of lube.<br /><br />"You know what to do with that?" she said handing it Mark with a little wink.<br /><br />He knew exactly what to do. He popped it open and dribbled it onto Lucy's back, just at the top of her ass. As it started to run down, he poured a little more into hand, and withdrew his cock from her pussy. He used one hand to rub the lube onto his cock, while the other spread the lube from Lucy's back down around her asshole, rubbing it over, and gently inserting a finger into her.<br /><br />"Ready?" he asked<br /><br />"Go for it." Lucy said. As she felt Mark's cock press against her asshole, she pushed back a little, enjoying the feeling of being stretched as he entered her. <br /><br />Mark sighed with pleasure as he entered Lucy, feeling her tight ass engulf his cock. The lubricant made it even more pleasurable, easing the entry. As he had just about sunk his full length into her, he pulled out again, before pushing back into her.<br /><br />"You ok?" he asked<br /><br />"Mmmm, fine." Lucy said, enjoying his hot length filling her. She pushed back to feel him deep inside her, and as he started to get a rhythm, she could feel the pleasure build again inside her. She reached back and with two fingers started to circle her clit, pressing against it, her hand action becoming more vigorous with each stroke that Mark slid into her. She could feel her orgasm building again, it felt more intense this time, and it was going to come quicker than she expected. <br /><br />"Chriiist!" she said into her pillow as the shockwave rushed over her body, her legs suddenly becoming weak.<br /><br />"You ok?" Mark asked<br /><br />"Yes – just fuck me!" she replied, slightly agitated. Mark continued to pump Lucy, feeling her tight ass grip his cock as Lucy clenched her muscles. All of a sudden, Mark pulled Lucy into him, pushing his cock deep inside her, and groaned as he came. She felt his hot cum inside her, and before he had to pull out, she collapsed onto the bed. He laid on top of her, his cock slowly shrinking inside her.<br /><br />"And its not even my birthday!" he said. Lucy looked up from her pillow at him,<br /><br />"No, but just as fun!" she said, "Now kiss me and go to sleep"<br /><br />Mark duly obliged, and as the two of them slipped under the duvet together and spooned, he wrapped his arms around her, and she fell into a deep sleep, feeling safe, warm, home and loved.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-38483377076051241572009-06-19T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-20T10:59:28.533-07:002:30 AM Wake Up CallThe thump, thump, thump against the wall woke me out of a dead sleep. I groaned as I rolled over and tried to focus my eyes at the clock on the bedside table.<br /><br />The bright red digital numbers told me it was 2:30am.<br /><br />From the 'Oh Yes's' and the 'Fuck me harder baby's' that where echoing through the house, I'd say my roommate and his girlfriend were at it again, and from the noises they were making, I could clearly tell they were having the time of their lives. <br /><br />I bunched my pillow around my head, flipped and flopped a bit, but they were defiantly going for a record tonight. After about 20 minutes of listening to them, I threw back the covers and climbed out of bed.<br /><br />I needed to get out of there, listening to them was almost torture, it had been a while (too long) since I had partaken in that particular type of naked festivity. I pulled some shorts on and slipped my feet into my running shoes and headed out onto the beach.<br /><br />I just started to run, filling my lungs with the cool sea air as my feet crunched on the sand below. I ran and ran for some time, pounding out the frustration I was feeling and trying to lose my semi hard boner after having to listen to the sounds of what was obviously hot as hell angry fucking.<br /><br />I slowed and then stopped, leaning over to catch my breath; I glanced around me at the dark houses lining the shore. I saw a slight movement and stood back up, giving it all my attention.<br /><br />It was a woman, she was lying on a blanket up near what I assumed was her house. My eyes bulged as I realized she was buck naked, and by the positioning of her hands and the movements of her body, she was having a lot of fun all by herself.<br /><br />In the bright moonlight I could see her hands sliding over her naked flesh, she kneaded her quite large breasts and pulled her nipples, bringing one to her mouth I could see her tongue dart out and lick over the hardened tip.<br /><br />I groaned a bit and my hand went to my cock, I rubbed myself through my shorts, squeezing the length as it grew to its full size.<br /><br />Her hands dropped and her head turned, I knew she saw me as a little mischievous smile spread across her face. She opened her legs wide; her eyes looked right into mine as I watched her. Her juices almost glistened in the soft moonlight as she ran her fingers up and down her slit. <br /><br />I moved a closer until I was standing at the foot of her blanket. I ran my eyes from her head to her toes, she was very nicely shaped, long brown hair, big full breasts, hard cherry pit nipples, a flat stomach, wide come fuck me hips. Everything I liked in a woman, not too skinny and curves right where they should be.<br /><br />My eyes stayed on her mostly shaved pussy as her fingers slipped through its folds. I glanced around at the empty beach and tugged my shorts a little ways down my thighs, wrapping my hand around my now painfully hard cock I watched her bring herself closer and closer to orgasm. Her back arched off the blanket as she slipped two fingers into her wet hole, I could hear the little slurping noise and she slid them in and out. I squeezed my cock, running my thumb over the head and smearing the pre cum over the tip.<br /><br />She moved and knelt in front of me, her hands sliding my shorts off the rest of the way as my heartbeat sped up a bit. I looked down at her face as I felt her hands running slowly up my thighs, I groaned as she blew lightly over the head of my cock and felt the warmth of her tongue as she licked me from base to tip.<br /><br />I reached down and wrapped my fingers in her hair, I held her close as she opened her mouth over the head of my cock and slowly slid me inside.<br /><br />I rocked my hips forward, forcing my whole length in her mouth, groaning as her throat closed on the tip and she gagged a bit. She slid up and down; slow at first then gradually faster. I held her head and moved with her, her mouth felt like a warm wet vice locked around my cock as her hands reached up and started to play with my balls. I felt my cum building and I pulled back, not ready to lose it yet.<br /><br />I pushed her down and knelt on the blanket between her legs. I pulled her thighs over my shoulders and started to lick her slit, groaning at the salty sweet taste of her very hot, very wet pussy. I flicked over her clit until she was moaning and arching against my mouth. I pushed two fingers deep into her and rubbed the edge of my teeth against her clit, then sucked it between my lips as she exploded over my tongue.<br /><br />Her muscles clamped down tight on my fingers and my cock jumped, I groaned into her pussy and didn't let up until the last spasm had racked through her body.<br /><br />I couldn't wait anymore and I pulled her up and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Grabbing her hips and pushing my whole length deep inside her. I almost came as her sex squeezed tight around my cock, I pulled back slowly and rammed back into her hard. She cried out as I pumped in and out, I squeezed my eyes tight as I pounded into her, Using her hips as leverage I took out my month long period of celibacy on her tight cunt.<br /><br />I moved my hand and pushed my thumb against her tight ass. I waited for her reaction as my thumb slipped slowly inside her tight little hole. She moaned and pushed back against me, forcing my digit farther into her body.<br /><br />I pulled my thumb out and slid my cock out of her sweet pussy. I rubbed the wet head over her tight puckered asshole and gingerly pushed against it.<br /><br />She rocked back into me, forcing the head of my dick to move beyond the tight ring of her ass. I looked down as it started to slowly disappear into her.<br /><br />I groaned loudly as her asshole swallowed my cock, squeezing tight and rippling along my shaft. I pulled out slowly, and then pressed back in. Each stroke felt like a hot, wet silky hand gripping my dick nice and tight as I fucked her asshole slow and deep.<br /><br />She met each of my strokes, lifting her hips up to meet me. I reached my hand around and strummed her clit as I fucked her, she came quickly and in a rush, clamping down tight on my cock, my balls tightened as I slammed against her one last time and filled her with my hot jizz. My cock pulsed and swelled inside her ass and I emptied myself into her, making such a noise I'm sure my roomie and his girlfriend probably heard me from where I was.<br /><br />I fell back onto my knees, my breathing coming hard and fast as she rolled over and flopped back onto the blanket. I leaned over and kissed her, mumbled my thanks and stood to redress.<br /><br />I pulled my shorts on and reached for her, pulling her to her feet, I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her naked body. She kissed me lightly and pulled back, turning toward the closest house. She gave me one last smile, then looked up into my eyes.<br /><br />"Every Thursday, about this time, you know where to find me." Her voice was low and raspy, subtle and sexy as hell.<br /><br />I nodded, then turned and ran back down the beach, grinning from ear to ear, already looking forward to next week and knowing no matter what noise was around me, now I'd be able to fall asleep.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-83714150767307723862009-06-18T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-20T10:58:41.407-07:0025th Wedding AnniversaryIt was a beautiful warm sunny day for the time of the year, it was the 9th September and it was my 25th Wedding anniversary to my first husband, Ben.<br /><br />I had booked a hotel in the Lake District, and had paid extra for a room with a four poster bed and a Jacuzzi, I was really looking forward to this weekend together, and I was hoping that I was not going to be disappointed in two respects. The first one being the room, as we had paid quite a large sum for it and secondly I was hoping for some good sex, as our marriage was definitely short of that in recent years.<br /><br />At last we arrived at the hotel, it looked wonderful from the outside, now I was really eager to get inside and see our room. We got the luggage from the boot of the car and made our way inside.<br /><br />The receptionist saw to us straight away and told us where to find our room.<br /><br />Well the room was superb, even better than any of my expectations, firstly there was a small sitting area with an archway to the bedroom where there was the most beautiful four poster bed, with gorgeous net curtains around that matched the beautiful cover on the bed, then you walked into an enormous bathroom with a large sunken Jacuzzi built into a marble floor. As I looked around I was really excited at the thought of what we could do in that Jacuzzi.<br /><br />As I stood there thinking this, Ben went to the windows where the sun was streaming through and closed the curtains. Then he walked into the bathroom and started to run water into the Jacuzzi. "Well, I think we ought to try this out straight away" he said with a horny look on his face, and a bottle of champagne that he had bought as a surprise, in his hand.<br /><br />So it looked like I was not going to be disappointed in this respect either.<br /><br />Ben moved swiftly over to me and grabbed me tightly into his arms and started nibbling at my neck, I could feel his hard cock trying to burst out of his jeans, and I immediately got a wet pussy. As he was kissing my neck, he started to undress me, first of all taking off my top, so that he could suck my breasts, which were hard and ready for him. The feel of his hard cock against me and the fact that he was sucking and biting at my breasts, were making me feel hornier than I had probably felt in years, and I could hardly wait for him to finish undressing me.<br /><br />As he continued to suck my tits, I started to undo the buttons on his shirt, and then I swiftly removed it. My fingers then went down to his flies, which I immediately started to undo, which was no easy feat as his cock was that hard that there was barely any room for manoeuvring. Ben breathed in so that I could get my fingers around the button at the top and then gently I undid his flies, revealing his undies which were full and tight from the enormous erection that he had.<br /><br />By now we were both breathing really heavily, his hands were all over me, and he almost tore off the rest of my clothes. With his mouth still firmly on my tits he slid his fingers down to my sopping pussy and started to gently play with my clit. I was so aroused that I felt I was almost dripping onto the carpet. I had his cock in my hand gently wanking it up and down, and I could feel the pre cum on the end of it.<br /><br />He then grabbed me and pulled me over to the bathroom and we both got into the Jacuzzi still wrapped around one another, licking at one another's bodies, and I knew it would not be too long before he had his cock deep inside me.<br /><br />The bubbles from the Jacuzzi were really arousing, I could feel them massaging at my whole body, and I could feel that I was shaking in anticipation. <br /><br />Ben then grabbed the bar of soap and slowly and gently started rubbing it all over my body; I then got the soap from him and started to soap him at the same time. I could not believe just how hard his cock had got and I could feel it throbbing between my fingers as I started to rub suds around it.<br /><br />His mouth was round my tits once more and I wondered just how much longer we could go without him entering my pussy with his cock. The thought of this was making me even hornier, and I felt as though I could barely breathe.<br /><br />Ben's fingers were deep inside me now, and I could hear myself moaning with sheer pleasure, I knew it would not be very long before I came. With his mouth nibbling at my nipples and then teasing them with his tongue, and his fingers rubbing faster and faster around my clit then in and out of my pussy, I came within seconds, my moaning echoing around the bathroom. God that was so good I was still writhing around the tips of his fingers.<br /><br />Caressing his neck and chest, I started to rub his cock slowly to start with and then faster and faster as his breathing got faster and faster. God I felt so horny all over again. As I played with his incredibly hard cock, he sucked on my tits more and more, the water in the Jacuzzi bubbling around and massaging at us all the time. I knew I was going to come again at any moment, and when his fingers slid into me once again going deep, deep inside me, I writhed around until I almost exploded, I felt as though I was being sucked under the water as I came once again, I called out his name and held him tightly to me, enjoying being loved so much.<br /><br />With 2 glasses and the bottle of champagne next to the Jacuzzi, Ben reached over and poured us both a glass, we immediately drank it and then he poured us another each and we started to sip this, the glasses went down and his mouth was on my tits again, God I was in sheer ecstasy, my hand once again reached for his pulsating cock and I was now rubbing it harder and harder.<br /><br />Ben stood up, his cock sticking out at a right angle and dripping soap, suds, I gently rubbed the soap away and started to lick it, gently at first round and round in circles, up and down. I could hear his heavy breathing, and feel the throbbing of his cock against my lips. I then put my whole mouth around it and started to suck at it, very gently at first, but then getting it deeper and deeper into my mouth, then faster and faster until I knew he could barely take any more. He gently pulled me up from the water and started to nibble at my tits once again. He then pulled at two towels, wrapped one around me and then one around himself, and dragged me from the Jacuzzi and into the bedroom. With the towel still wrapped around me he literally threw me onto the bed and jumped on next to me, his hands were everywhere fondling my tits and fingering my extremely wet pussy. My hand was back onto his swollen throbbing cock, rubbing it really furiously now, and I knew it would only be seconds before his thrust it into me.<br /><br />Biting at my tits, Ben moved swiftly on top of me and got his hard cock deep inside me, we were fucking furiously, passion had overwhelmed us both. With his cock moving faster and faster deep inside me, I could feel myself coming again, holding onto him so tight he could hardly breathe I writhed to get his cock even deeper inside, and then with an almighty gush I came again.<br /><br />Ben by now was overwhelmed with passion and before I could barely regain myself from my orgasm he had turned me over, and had his cock once again inside me, doggy fashion. He was fondling my tits really roughly and ramming his throbbing cock deep inside me, both of us moaning together. As his ramming got faster and faster I could feel that it would not be too long before his spunk would be inside me. He started nibbling at my neck and tweaking my nipples really fast, all the time his cock was going faster and faster deep, deep inside me. As my moaning got louder and louder he shouted out my name as he shot his spunk inside me, his excitement and coming making me come at the same time. He then held tightly onto my body writhing his cock inside me whilst it was still spurting out his lovely warm spunk.<br /><br />We then both fell onto the bed, wet with sweat and the warmth from the Jacuzzi, we cuddled one another tightly and fell into a deep sleep, holding onto one another.<br /><br />It was a great 25th anniversary, and the best present that Ben could have given me was our frenzied love making. Needless to say I had not been disappointed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-32169708102590185162009-06-17T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-20T10:58:01.467-07:0025 and Doing Lauri and KelseyLauri had jolted awake from the strange dream that she just had; it seemed that she had been having many weird dreams since she had gotten pregnant.<br /><br />She got out of bed and went to the kitchen for a drink of water, collecting her thoughts before she heard footsteps, only to turn around and find Mike there in all his naked glory under his robe.<br /><br />"I heard a noise and came to check it out," he explained.<br /><br />"It was just me," Lauri said softly. "I had one of my weird dreams again and thought I'd get myself together."<br /><br />"Come on, baby, come back to bed; you need your sleep," Mike said, kissing her cheek. <br /><br />"I know, but that dream was just too real." <br /><br />"Mmmmm...I know how I can put my sexy lady back to sleep," Mike said with a grin, looking into her eyes and deeply kissed her, taking her hand. "Come on, let's go to bed."<br /><br />Back in the bedroom, they kissed passionately again, their tongues exploring each others' mouths. <br /><br />Mike then pushed her back on the bed, taking in her breast gently sucking and nibbling, his tongue twirling around her nipple and making it erect before he began working on the other.<br /><br />"Ohhhh God, Mike...." she softly moaned.<br /><br />He kissed down her slightly swollen belly before reaching the spot between her legs; it always turned Mike on that she kept her pussy shaved. <br /><br />He licked and sucked up and down both sides of her slit, tongue fucking her for a few minutes, before his tongue came up and began exploring her clit. <br /><br />"Mike!" she gasped in pleasure. "Yes, baby...ohh that is so good.....but I want to suck your cock while you do that..."<br /><br />"Oh, baby, I would love that. You make me so fucking hot."<br /><br />Getting into a 69 position, Lauri licked and sucked the head of his dick, her tongue twirling around the sides, then up and down his shaft as Mike began eating her again, entering two fingers into her wet pussy while his thumb rubbed her swollen nub.<br /><br />Mike then let out a gasp when Lauri took his cock all the way into her mouth, sucking slowly then faster. This made him finger fuck and eat her twat harder and faster, sending tingles through her body. <br /><br />"Mike, yes! Yes!" Lauri cried as she exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm. <br /><br />She then climbed off of him, sliding down between his legs and gulping his endowed member back into her throat, sucking him if he were the last man on earth.<br /><br />"Mmmmm, baby, yeah......" Mike moaned. "You can really suck a cock even being knocked up, you know that?"<br /><br />Lauri responded with a wink as she kept her eyes on Mike, watching him enjoy the pleasure she was giving him, and then gently squeezed his balls. <br /><br />"Yeah, oh God yeah...." Mike said in low moan. <br /><br />Lauri then stopped, his cock popping out of her mouth. <br /><br />"Why are you stopping, baby?" he asked. <br /><br />She shushed him, before moving up his body, straddling him and positioned herself on his still-hard cock. <br /><br />Lauri slowly started to move up and down, her hands on his chest holding him down as she fucked him. <br /><br />"Yeah, that's it; ride me, you hot bitch," Mike moaned as he met each thrust as the headboard banged against the wall. "Fuck me harder."<br /><br />"God yes!" Lauri cried as she exploded in another orgasm. "I love your big, hard young dick inside me. My pussy feels good around that cock, doesn't it, baby? Am I the best fuck you ever had? Fuck me, Mike, yes! YES!"<br /><br />"Oh God! I'm cumming, baby!" Mike cried. "I'm going to shoot it in that hot cunt!"<br /><br />Lauri screeched out a final climax as Mike's hot cum began to fill her, sending seemingly endless streams of semen deep inside her. <br /><br />She kept bouncing nonstop on his cock until the final shot of jizz had left him.<br /><br />She then fell atop of Mike and deeply kissed him, before laying beside him and wrapping her left leg around his. Mike kissed her cheek and ran his fingers through her hair. <br /><br />"Even pregnant, you're a hot fuck," he grinned at her. "Think you might be able to sleep now?"<br /><br />"Mmm, yes. But there is something else I want you to do, especially now that we're having a baby."<br /><br />"Yeah? What's that?"<br /><br />"I want you to fuck Kelsey." <br /><br />"What? But she's a...."<br /><br />"I know. I would love to have you be her first man. And you two did date at one time, so why not be fuck buddies? With me being pregnant, I know a young stud like you is going to get horny, and Kelsey would be better than some slut neither of us know."<br /><br />Mike thought about this for a brief moment; he always did wonder what Kels would be like in the sack even though they had never gotten past the kissing and dry humping stage. <br /><br />And now Lauri was giving him the blessing to have sex with her daughter!<br /><br />He had died and gone to heaven; sex with both women living under the same roof, while Mom was knocked up with his kid? Wow.<br /><br />"Are you sure?" he asked. "You won't get pissed off?"<br /><br />"Try it once," Lauri encouraged. "If she isn't any good, then you won't have to have sex with her anymore."<br /><br />"Yeah, okay; if that will make you happy, then I'll try it."<br /><br />They then went to sleep in each other's arms, Lauri sexually satisfied and Mike eagerly looking forward to getting the chance to take Kelsey to bed. <br /><br />He never imagined he would get so much sex in all the years of his life---especially the opportunity to bang both mother and daughter!<br /><br />------------------------<br /><br />The next night, with Lauri sleeping beside him, Mike couldn't think what Lauri had suggested the night before of him having sex with her daughter, and since they hadn't made love that night with Lauri being exhausted, he was horny as hell.<br /><br />What better time than now to get a taste--and then some--of Kelsey's unspoiled charms? He'd been dying to fuck her for years, and now, with Mom's approval, he was going to get his chance.<br /><br />Sometime during the night, he had crept into Kelsey's room and slid into bed beside her. <br /><br />Shortly after, she began to feel cool fingertips tracing the line of her leg up to her hip, where they flattened out to press a warm palm against the curves of her body, pushing up her nightshirt.<br /><br />The hands had moved down her thighs and began a slow rhythm. Kelsey wasn't sure that she could bear the feeling of the hands as they began moving down her body, causing a growing sensation between her legs. <br /><br />She had to know what--or who--was giving her such pleasure.<br /><br />"Mike!" she asked in a loud whisper. "Why are you in here? Mom will kill you if she catches you with me like this!"<br /><br />"I doubt that, baby," he said as his hands worked her beautiful body, the nightshirt pushed all the way up now. "She's dead asleep and won't hear a thing."<br /><br />Her 36C sized bust was now exposed to him; he took note that Kels had a great pair of tits just like her mother. <br /><br />Mike felt up and sucked on them for a few moments before he moved down to peel off her panties, exposing her cunt for him. <br /><br />Kelsey felt herself blush as he stared at her slit.<br /><br />"Mmmmm...you're already wet," Mike grinned with excitement. "You really want this, don't you, baby?"<br /><br />"Mike, that's embarrassing. Please......." <br /><br />"Spread your legs, Kels. I want to make you feel so good."<br /><br />Kelsey did what he said and Mike could see her beautiful moist slit. He dove between her legs and she gasped as he spread her pussy lips wide, dying to eat her out. <br /><br />He put his tongue in her pussy and start licking up and down, pushing a finger inside Kelsey to make her even hotter while Mike's tongue and mouth continued attacking her cunt like a rabid dog.<br /><br />"Mike!" she panted. "Ohhhhhh....yes!"<br /><br />"Do you like how it feels to have me eat your pussy?" he asked.<br /><br />"Yeah, that's great," Kelsey replied with a look of pleasure. "Do you do that to my mom?"<br /><br />"I sure do, baby; she loves both that and sucking my cock. But now you and I are going to have some real fun. It may hurt for a little bit but it feels real good after that. You'll find yourself wanting to fuck almost every night just like your mother does," Mike told her.<br /><br />"Just be easy, Mike. You're really big and I'm kind of nervous."<br /><br />"I will, baby," he promised before he pushed his entire cock inside and then started to slide out.<br /><br />God, Mike thought, she was so tight, yet so hot. Kelsey's cunt felt like heaven. <br /><br />"Oh...Mike" she said as he pushed deeper inside her and felt her hymen break. <br /><br />He noticed a little blood on the sheet; a true sign of a virgin, yet she began to beg him to take her deeper. <br /><br />"You sure, babe? I'm not hurting you?"<br /><br />"No....not now. It really does feel good. Fuck me, Mike. Fuck me like you do Mom."<br /><br />Mike started to speed up his thrusts, his grunts mixing with Kelsey's whimpers of pleasure. <br /><br />He grabbed her legs and placed them around his shoulders, fucking her to the max before he realized she was about to have her very first orgasm.<br /><br />About twenty minutes of pummeling in and out of Kelsey's pussy, Mike began to feel his cock swell inside her and his balls tighten. He knew he was going to shoot at any moment.<br /><br />"Kels," he said. "I can't hold it in any more..... I'm going to cum!"<br /><br />"Cum in my pussy, Mike," she said with lust in her eyes. "I want you to cum inside me."<br /><br />Mike let out an animalistic growl as he exploded inside her, taking note of how good it felt. <br /><br />When he was finished, he flopped beside her on the bed, giving her a kiss.<br /><br />"So how was getting your first dick, baby?" Mike smiled and asked in a sexy voice.<br /><br />"That felt GREAT, Mike!" she said. "But...what if Mom finds out we did this? The two of you are having a baby, after all."<br /><br />Mike gave her a quick kiss and one of her firm tits a final squeeze. "Something tells me she isn't going to mind too much."<br /><br />He then headed back to the bedroom he shared with her mother, feeling satisfied. Little did he know this particular night wasn't over just yet.<br /><br />------------------------<br /><br />When he came into their room, Mike found Lauri awake and smiling at him.<br /><br />"So," she asked. "Did you like taking that young pussy and being her first cock?"<br /><br />"You mean you....." he began to ask.<br /><br />"Mmmmmmm hmmm," she replied, beginning to stroke his cock back to life. "I watched you two fucking the whole time. I think you pleased her as well as you do me. And it got me really hot."<br /><br />Both Lauri stroking him and the thought of her watching him fuck her daughter not long before had turned Mike on to no end, getting him hard within minutes.<br /><br />She could then feel Mike's tongue in her pussy, and he had pushed one finger into her ass. Not long after she came, shuddering in orgasm.<br /><br />"Turn over, baby," he ordered. "I want to take you from behind."<br /><br />Flipping herself over, Lauri then reached back for his dick, trying to guide him into her.<br /><br />"Oh please. Please fuck me, Mike" she begged him. "Watching you with Kelsey got me so horny!"<br /><br />Mike plunged his cock inside her as Lauri moaned loudly, pushing back to meet him as he was thrusting away. <br /><br />"Oh God, baby," he panted as he pumped her pussy. "Now I really know where Kels got being so fucking hot from."<br /><br />"Fuck me," she panted back. "Make me cum, Mike."<br /><br />"Only if I can see your face when you cum, baby."<br /><br />He turned her over and spread her legs back, pushing his cock back inside her and fucking Lauri very slow while he rubbed her clit, before he began speeding up his thrusts again. <br /><br />Lauri closed her eyes and could feel the throes of orgasm creeping up on her. She held back for a few minutes, gritting her teeth, not wanting it to happen too soon.<br /><br />Soon, screams and sighs escaped her lips. Not long after, Mike began to cum inside the second pussy he'd had that night, Lauri feeling his hot sperm filling her for a few minutes.<br /><br />He climbed off of her once his cock was drained of its spunk, kissing and snuggling into Lauri breasts, telling her how beautiful she was.<br /><br />"I just had two of the sexiest women in the world tonight," he added huskily.<br /><br />They went to sleep in each other's arms, Mike dreaming about the idea of having both of them at once somewhere down the road......Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-57111216606572541492009-06-16T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-20T10:55:00.361-07:0024-Hour Anniversary"Care to join me?" I ask as beads of warm water cascade down my body. You look through the glass doors at me standing under the shower head. I feel like a china doll in a display case as you continue to gaze at me with a half-smile on your lips. <br /><br />Could you possibly say no? <br /><br />It's obvious you enjoy making me wait. One of us needs patience, I suppose. Patience or lack thereof has been the crux of our relationship thus far. It's your turn.<br /><br />Finally you slide the door open enough to squeeze into the water beside me. You're smiling quietly as you slip your hand around my waist and pull my belly towards yours. Our skins collide and bounce against each other as the water continues to stream over us.<br /><br />Grabbing the soap and slathering it on my breasts, belly and pussy, you reach around and grip my ass cheeks. <br /><br />You know I'm impatient to have you. <br /><br />As if we've done it a million times, our lips align and you ever so softly suck my bottom lip. I run my fingers through your damp hair and pull your head closer as our mouths meet and open. <br /><br />My nipples, which crinkle at the mere thought of you, glissade across your slippery chest. <br /><br />I can feel your hardness pressing against my belly. I wrap a leg around your backside and stand on tiptoe with my other foot as I hastily grind my pussy against your swollen cock and kiss you greedily. <br /><br />You don't make a move to guide yourself into me, you simply allow me to clumsily hump my body against yours. I sigh with frustration as I grab your dick and place it at my opening. You seem amused at my eagerness and try to help me direct the head inside.<br /><br />First try, no. Second try, fuck no. Third try, mmm, the tip navigates through the gates. I moan with delight at the feel of your powerful cock at my entrance. You rest there for a moment before you try to slide in further. Somehow the angle is off and you slip out again. <br /><br />Damn this aching need. <br /><br />Sensing my impending implosion, you turn me around and graze your fingers over my breasts as you snake them further down my belly. Your mouth is on my neck as your hand finds my pussy. I jump when your fingers pinpoint the nib of my clit and begin to rub with urgency. <br /><br />You know exactly how to stroke me, because just a few circles later and I am already cumming on your hand. I hold my breath and tense against you as I feel the crest of my orgasm peak and then slide swiftly through my legs. I'm a little wobbly as my body relaxes again.<br /><br />I'm still breathless and my thighs are twitching as you bend my upper body towards the shower head. I brace my palms against the tile as I feel you line yourself up with my hole. <br /><br />I look back in time to see your hands grip my hips and your cock disappear between my cheeks. My pussy is still sensitive from your manual stimulation, and when your cock splits my lips open, I whimper with delight and renewed need. <br /><br />"Oh fuck," I say. <br /><br />"Oh baby, I've waited so long for this," you say.<br /><br />Deliberately, slowly, you fill me to the hilt. Time seems to stop as I savor the feel of you on me, inside me. <br /><br />As each stroke gets quicker and deeper, the soap and water sploosh between our slapping bodies. <br /><br />Your brow is furrowed in concentration and your lips are parted as I look back at you so expertly plowing me. Just watching you in the moment makes me want to cum over and over until you're a sticky mess. <br /><br />"Can I cum on your cock?" I say more as a statement of imminent fact than a question. <br /><br />My arms stiffen against the shower wall as I forcefully back my twitching sex onto your shaft. You pound into me as my pussy starts to quiver and pulsate. <br /><br />"Oh God, yes, fuck me, yes..." falls out of my mouth as my whole body gallops towards release. <br /><br />My arms and legs are taut as my climax spreads down through my thighs and toes and up through my shoulders and out through my fingers. <br /><br />The water continues to stream across my chest and down my thighs.<br /><br />My head is still buzzing as I look at your splendid form. You are already so in tune with me.<br /><br />I snuggle into your side and give you a soft kiss on the lips. Amazingly you're still hard. <br /><br />"Want to cum on my tits?" I ask with a coy smile. <br /><br />I'm still reveling at your porn star stamina as you turn your back to the water and agree with a slight head nod and a huge smile. <br /><br />I kiss your pliant lips again and make my way down your neck. Biting the crook causes you to moan unexpectedly. My fingertips stroke your nipples until my mouth takes over. I lick and suck each in turn, then blow on them as you quiver with delight. <br /><br />It's such a delight to titillate your hot buttons and watch your reaction. <br /><br />On my knees finally, I come face to face with your waiting cock. Your fingers encircle the base as you wait for succor. I'm only too happy to oblige you as I trace and swirl my tongue along the head, and ultimately take just the tip into my mouth. You moan my name as you try to guide yourself further between my lips. <br /><br />I pull back a bit and continue soaking the head with my juicy mouth. You're still holding the base of your cock as I place my hand over yours and begin suctioning and sliding down the length of your shaft. My other hand is squeezing and releasing your balls while I piston your cock in and out of my mouth. You grunt a little each time the head hits the back of my throat.<br /><br />I feel you grow larger as you near your long awaited orgasm. <br /><br />I want you to cum in my mouth.<br /><br />You don't seem to mind the turn of events, as you sprint towards release. <br /><br />I keep the tip suctioned as both our hands stroke your shaft; once more, twice and then blast...each pulse sending another stream into my mouth. <br /><br />I love the taste of you. <br /><br />Your cum is a tidal wave hitting the back of my throat. I struggle to swallow it all before it escapes down my chin. <br /><br />As you start descending from your orgasm, you pull me up off my knees and hold me against your warm wet body. Our lips meet and we wrap our arms around each another. <br /><br />There is no other place in the world I would rather be at this moment.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-49453961805702276062009-06-15T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-20T10:51:58.034-07:0023 Seconds...It didn't seem important at the time, but I noticed he was uncut. Unusual for an American-bred guy to be uncut. An unearthly amount of meat fell out of his boxers—an ungodly amount. So much that when I first spied it, I gasped, audibly. My reaction made him take notice of me and my position, completely naked splayed across the bed, knowing I was about to be ravaged. <br /><br />The girth. The weight. The length. It wasn't at all like sausage, more like butternut squash. Two large ball sacs heavy with perhaps a week's worth of cum and waiting to be milked. They hung close to his body like two oversized genetically altered kiwi fruit, created by two sex-frenzied lab technicians. An experiment gone horribly right! <br /><br />Both my mouths watered. Yet, I was fearful. He then began to gently stroke it, rub it, tug it, fondle it, as if it was a muscle he needed to stretch, getting it ready for a workout. He grabbed at it in a such a carefree manner, almost routine. His thumb pushing the foreskin over its head. <br /><br />My lips parted and yet another heavy breath emanated from my mouth. I love to watch men masturbate. My heart raced. He was half-cocked. I guess the proper term is semi-erect. <br /><br />He approached me much like a solider approaches the enemy for battle: slowly, carefully, strategically so as to not set off any booby traps. I lay waiting at the edge of the bed mesmerized by his gait and confidence. He knew. He knew exactly what he wanted. The only problem was I didn't know what it was. I slowly crawled backwards as he creeped forward, dick in hand.<br /><br />"Relax," he breathed. Because to him this was so natural.<br /><br />I tried. My knees bent in the air, my upper body propped up on my elbows. With authority, he spread my legs deftly, swiftly, not receiving any protest from me. By then, my own juices were dripping down my crevice and into the crack of my ass. <br /><br />It was then became brave enough to touch him. He surrounded me--his arms on either side of my torso. My fingers traced his biceps. I imagined him working on a farm in the fields, chucking bales of hay into the silo. I knew from the suit lying in the floor that he had never stepped foot onto a farm. I lay back, submitting to him.<br /><br />He began his approach and now he was coming in. He smelled my neck and licked and nibbled my earlobes. Like a ravenous vampire, he sucked on my neck, either side trying to find the right point with which to sink his teeth. While he suckled, I moaned. He slowly pulled back to get a better look at my quim. He noticed the drips on the sheets and he snickered to himself as he looked back up at me.<br /><br />"So I guess you're ready?" I responded by slowly letting out a lust-filled sigh. <br /><br />He assumed the position, kneeling at the foot of the bed. He looked up at me from over my abdomen. I peered over my mid-sized chest. His tongue was the first thing I felt, slowly working his way up and down my slit. I grew tense. He must've felt my uneasiness and repeated, "Relax." <br /><br />He then lightly blew on my wet cunt. It felt divine. He continued with, "It's my turn to have my way with you," which is exactly what I didn't want to hear. <br /><br />And then suddenly, I got excited. He stroked the inside of me using various deft techniques—working on my clit, sucking on it, tickling it, teasing it, lightly nibbling on it. Ooohh, it felt good so I became more nervous. I thought to myself, 'What happens when I come? I already feel like I'm losing control.' That was my fear—complete loss of control.<br /><br />"You don't have to do this." I finally groaned after regaining some consciousness. "My job is supposed to be making you happy."<br /><br />"You're job is supposed to be fulfilling my every desire," he said with a mouthful of cunt. "This is my fantasy. Fulfilling you. I get off most when my partner gets off." My only reply was the humming that came out of mouth, resembling a engine sputter. My eyes rolled back in head.<br /><br />"Hmmmm---mmmmm---mmmm."<br /><br />After, hitting my clit again, a feeling sprung up in my stomach. Butterflies. ‘Butterflies? In my stomach? What was I schoolgirl again? Why was that making me nervous?' <br /><br />I let out a "Hnnnnnnnn," resembling a puppy whimper. He increased his lapping speed and thereby increasing the decibel level in my voice. He revved up the engine by adding new and improved head movements. It was too much! So much that I pulled back, leaning towards the head of the bed, for fear that I wouldn't be able to take it. He countered, by pulling me by my hips back down towards the edge of the bed. I tried to control it. Back it off, if possible. I felt it's inevitable resurgence. I squeezed my legs together in a feeble attempt to control the climax—feeble because his head was in the way. One more time. He licked my clit and that's all I needed. I had lost control and it was too late. He sent me. <br /><br />My immediate reaction was my upper body springing to life. I shot up from my once rested position with a shriek. <br /><br />Twenty-three. Twenty-three seconds. I counted. Complete with full body spasms, convulsions, writhing jerky movements. That's how long the orgasm lasted. That's how long it took me to recover. It felt like an hour. This was way too intense! I had to get out of here. I didn't realize then, but I came in his mouth. I'm not one for squirting, but he obviously pressed right buttons. <br /><br />He cleaned the rest of me up with a fervor—lapping up my essence in seconds. I trembled from the chill in the air. It felt like my body temperature dropped all of a sudden. I lay back and curled up into a fetal position, still trying to recover from the orgasmic attack.<br /><br />He lay beside me. I began to well up. While I cried, he began to kiss me, sucking on my lips. Lower lip then upper lip then lower again. He pried my mouth with his tongue open only to find my tongue limp, also still recovering. He brought it back to life by sucking on it. I could taste myself on him. I couldn't help but cry into his mouth. Complete loss of control. I felt revirginized. Is this what Madonna was referring to? Completely inadequate, feeble, and meek. I needed comfort. <br /><br />Everything was throbbing: my anus, my lips, my vagina, my heart. <br /><br />"I wanted you to feel every inch of an orgasm, every second—to extend the feeling and prolong it as long as possible. You're a gem. A star. A princess. You deserve to be treated as one. You need someone who finally can give you something, instead of always receiving." It was right about then that I fell asleep. <br /><br />I didn't even think about it until the next morning. Last night, during the wild ride, his cock had taken a back seat. He never attempted to get off. Not once.<br /><br />Eventually, he then took a shower, gathered his things, and he was ready for the day. I awoke to kiss on my eyelid.<br /><br />As tender as he was, he was also terribly possessive. As he was closing his briefcase, he said a matter-of-factly, "Oh, and one more thing. Don't take on any more appointments. I'm the only customer you have from now on."<br /><br />It didn't even occur to me to edit what was about to come out of my mouth.<br /><br />"Yeah, right. And cut my business in half? I make five grand a week." Lie. "And that's a bad week." Another lie. He reached into his inside coat pocket, pulled out a pen, and wrote me check equivalent to a month's worth of work. A good month! The best month I've ever had. Ever!<br /><br />I felt like a cheap whore. Or I guess in this case, an expensive one.<br /><br />"There. I'll see ya tomorrow." Followed by another tender kiss, this time on the lips. He scooted out of the hotel room and closed the door gently behind him. 'What? Was I married to this guy? What does he want from me?' I looked down at the check in my hands.<br /><br />"Dammit." I said. "I'm stuck with guy."Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-35702529983621885362009-06-14T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-20T10:49:06.290-07:0020 Years In The MakingCynthia first met Mark her sophomore year in High School. He was a few years older than her and was already graduated. He was a great guy, everyone liked him. Cyn was bubbly and friendly with just about everyone they worked with especially the boys she had crushes on. Mark sometimes hated that, because you see he was secretly in love with her. Well it wasn't really a secret, everyone at their after school job knew, even Cyn.<br /><br />She tried to avoid the subject and anything that came close to it. She loved him, but she did not reciprocate his love at least not in the way mark wanted her to. He was one of her best friends. They were so close and they spent a lot of time together laughing, but usually in a group. They went on like this for a few years.<br /><br />Cyn always had boyfriends, and when they would break her heart Mark was usually there to cheer her up. He even left her a rose and a note on her car when her heart had been broken the most. Though she was very flattered by his feelings he was still just a great friend in her mind. <br /><br />After Cyn graduated something happened... the actual chain of events are still a bit blurry in her mind, but they had a falling out. She moved away and that seemed to be the end of their friendship. The years went on for both of them and they both lead full lives. But no matter where they were or what they were doing, they both always remembered their old friend and the laughs that they had shared. <br /><br />When they found each other on one of those online networking sites the friendship picked up right where it had left off. They were older and wiser, and the friendship was seemed strong as ever. Mark still flirted, and Cyn still was flattered by his obvious infatuation. She wanted to meet with him, but Mark was married, and Cyn was recently divorced. So at first they just talked online for a while. Cyn told him stories of her new found sexuality, that was tucked away during her marriage and she insisted that he once again give her dating advice.<br /><br />By chance Mark was meeting the guys for a drink in the city that Cyn lived in. He mentioned it to her in passing, to his surprise she showed up to see him. All those old feelings came back the second he laid eyes on her. She looked great, and smelled just as divine as the last time he had stolen a scent of her during a random hug. He flirted, and she flirted back in her own way. At one point he even thought of kissing her for a moment, but he held back. She couldn't believe that the good and moral friend of hers could have such a dark side. <br /><br />He reminded her of how much he used to "pine" for her affection, telling her that she was always the one... His first love. She still didn't think that he would stray as much as he wanted to. She also worried that there was just too much history therefore, it could never be a just a casual thing. The night ended but the friendship didn't. <br /><br />After that night the online chats took a new interesting turn. Cyn continued to tell Mark her dating stories and also of her sexual encounters... She mentioned that she felt that her performance giving oral sex was poor. He thought she was crazy. He told her to ditch any guy who told her so. <br /><br />He then mentioned that he had been unfaithful a few times, and at her request he told her the details. He had never told anyone and it felt good to finally tell someone. Cyn became intrigued at that and tried to push the thought away that at least she would not be the first "other" woman... <br /><br />Then he asked if she wanted to hear what he would do with her, if she would ever did agree to do it. So she sat back and read as he described in detail how he would touch her, lick her, taste her, and most of all how he would make her quiver as every woman should. She became extremely aroused and thus, aroused her curiosity.<br /><br />The next day she posted a new picture of herself on her site in a shirt that showed off her cleavage in all its glory. She knew that Mark would be the first to respond and he did not disappoint. He could not stop looking at it. He told her that if she was not going to let her have his way with her, that she better not wear it next time they met because he was sure he wouldn't be able to control himself. He told her to pull up the picture on her screen, and described the placement of a freckle on her breast. He described in detail how he would like to french kiss that freckle, as well as the 2 others on her neck. <br /><br />Their conversation again turned into a very erotic story of what would happen if he went to her house. Cyn followed his lead, and told her side of their erotic encounter. On a number of occasions, Mark or Cyn would type something that the other was in the process of typing. They couldn't believe how alike their minds were working. In the middle of it all, Cyn said "ok". That was the key word for Mark to know that her curiosity was strong enough to take it to the next level. <br /><br />Though she still had her doubts about being the "other woman" and the possibility of it being like kissing her brother due to the history, she agreed and invited him over. He jumped at the chance but had to figure out how he would sneak away. <br /><br />The next day Mark and Cyn both woke with butterflies in their stomachs. Both were still wondering if this was really going to happen and for that matter they wondered how good or bad it would be. When he arrived, he was quite literally shaking as he knocked on the door. He was nervous but he thought that she might be as well. When he came in and after some nervous conversation he quickly took her into his arms and held her. He knew that if he didn't kiss her immediately one or both were likely to chicken out. She took a deep breath and melted into him immediately feeling warm and safe. <br /><br />Nervously he kissed her and the flood gates opened. Their tongues intertwined as they tasted each other for the first time. They were inseparable. He pressed her up against the wall and kissed her deeply and passionately. He moved down to her breasts. She smelled so good, just as he imagined. He touched the freckle he had told her about and they both giggled. Then he kissed and sucked her skin all over her cleavage. He had his hands everywhere if they weren't on her hips under the top of her pants; they were on her breasts, or her crotch he wanted to touch every part of her body. Cyn was moaning with pleasure, as he kissed her chest and neck. All she could do was throw her head back against the wall. Her pussy was throbbing. <br /><br />She felt as though she couldn't stand anymore and they moved to the couch. Once on the couch the kissing became much more intense. Mark made his way down to her nipple "bite harder" she whispered as he sucked in her whole nipple and bit down. The sensual pleasure of the pain was a good and satisfying and she vocalized it to him. Very quickly both of their shirts were off. <br /><br />He came back up to kiss her, the flesh on flesh felt good to both of them and she whispered "Definitely not like kissing my brother"<br /><br />Just then the Cyn's cell phone rang, it was in her pocket, and she had to take it. Trying to maintain a conversation, Mark grinned and continued to nibble her nipples knowing full well that the conversation would be difficult. As soon as she hung up she tossed her phone across the room, and immediately sighed at the enjoyment that Mark was giving her. <br /><br />He slid off her pants and panties and started licking her, she was gushing. Cyn was on the verge of orgasm, but wanted to move to the bedroom. <br /><br />Cyn Led Mark by the hand to the bedroom as they kissed. Then she lifted herself onto the bed and kissed him franticly. She rubbed his hard cock through his pants and he let out a sigh. They fell back together and continued kissing. His hard cock felt so good against her that she didn't even notice that he still had his jeans on. She was still on the verge of orgasm. <br /><br />Mark kissed her so well, he tasted so good. He made his way down to her beautiful pussy. He licked every inch, bringing her just to the brink, then would come back up to kiss her, because he just couldn't get enough of her lips and tongue. After teasing her with the kissing break, Mark went full force and let her release as his mouth massaged her velvety vaginal lips. <br /><br />Mark looked up in awe as he watched her cum; as he had been convinced that he would be a disappointment due to his wife's lack of interest. Now he is watching Cyn grab a fistful of blanket and yell into a pillow. It was a far cry from a look of disappointment. <br /><br />He lay down next to her, and slid her on top of him. Cyn slowly kissed down his chest as she teased his nipples "God...how did she know I love that." Mark thought to himself. It was proving to be a marvel of how "in tune" they were about what they liked. She unbuttoned his jeans and started to slide off his pants and under wear. They laughed as it got caught on his feet. <br /><br />After a bit of teasing with light touches and licking, Cyn took his hard cock into her mouth. She had never been a fan of blow jobs, because she never felt that she was good enough. But somehow she knew that he would appreciate her efforts, and indeed he did. As she sucked and massaged his cock she looked up at him and knew that he was enjoying himself. He also enjoyed the sounds of her little moans as she gave him pleasure it was like music to him. She knew that he wouldn't cum yet, as he wanted to savor every minute of this. <br /><br />Mark decided that he needed to be inside her. He pulled Cyn up and flipped her on her back.. They kissed and Mark could smell his muskiness on her lips. He kissed her harder and began rubbing his cock on the outside of her lower lips on a whim he dipped down and licked her clit and lips to get them nice and wet. <br /><br />When his cock slid into her the heat was amazing as Cyn inhaled sharply as he sunk in. "Deeper! Oh God faster and harder!" she keened.. And that is what he tried to do... Realizing if he did it too much he would cum very soon but then Cyn came... Hard... Her breath stopped and she looked up... "Breathe" Mark whispered in her ear as Cyn smiled and shook her head no and then a yelp of joy was let loose from her lips... She didn't want him to stop so she wrapped her legs and arms completely around him and pulled him closer and deeper into her. He loved that feeling, she felt so good against him. She could hardly breathe after that and they rested a moment and kissed ever so gently and sensually. <br /><br />Prior to today, Cyn had told Mark of her new found insatiable appetite and ability to have multiple orgasms. He wanted to see how true that was. It pleased him and he wanted to make her have as many as possible. He rolled their bodies over keeping his cock deep inside her. He pulled her on top of him, and said "Now you can go as deep as you want". She smiled and started riding him hard and deep. <br /><br />He felt so good so deep inside her. His concerns, he had expressed earlier, about his size were unfounded. He fit inside her perfectly. She impaled herself on his cock as deep as she could. He would thrust back going even deeper. She rode him that way until she couldn't take anymore held her breath for a second and exploded around him. "Holy Crap Cyn" Mark exclaimed. He was starting to believe her. "You're a firecracker, I don't ever want to hear you say you aren't any good" She grinned and took a moment to rest.<br /><br />She lifted herself off his still hard cock. She was so grateful that it was still hard that she wanted it in her mouth again. Pressing her breasts on his chest she slid herself down again. Kissing all the way don to that marvelous organ that had already given her so much pleasure. She placed it in her mouth... it fit so well there too, and started sucking him off again. He began to moan. <br /><br />She looked up at him a few times as she was veraciously sucking his cock to make sure that he was enjoying himself. A few times he caught her gaze and enjoyed watching her give him pleasure. As close as he was before and as incredible as it felt He couldn't stand it anymore, it was her vagina that he craved. He tried to pull her up, and she refused. <br /><br />She wanted to taste his cum in her mouth. She was finally feeling that her efforts were being appreciated and she wanted her reward. So determined she continued to rub him and suck everything that she could get. She had forgotten that he had told he that he has rarely allowed himself to cum that way. <br /><br />He yearned for warm, wet pussy for that. He tried to pull her up again, he was going crazy, he wanted to please her again and again. She refused again, so he leaned up caressing her and reached for her soaking wet pussy and began stroking. That worked, she allowed him to pull her up to his mouth and kissed him hard. Her warm lips touched his as her tongue slid into his mouth. <br /><br />He turned her over and licked her pussy just before he entered her from behind. "Oh my god" she yelled and forcefully slammed herself into his cock. Mark felt his balls tighten. Every time she thrusted, he returned the favor. She reached down and started massaging her clit as he fucked her from behind. She was just on the brink when Mark warned "I'm gonna cum!!" Just then they both pulled away as if it was rehearsed. She knew that he wasn't ready for this moment to be over. He would have been so disappointed. <br /><br />He positioned himself with his mouth on her oh so warm throbbing pussy, hoping that she would accept a 69 position. She started sucking his cock again. He moved on top, and then she rolled their bodies over so that she was on top. She liked that better. He licked her clit and brushed his fingers against her wet lips, pushing against her folds and sinking them in her wet pussy. His fingers were fucking hard into her as he watched her clit begin to swell. <br /><br />He began using both hands on her hole and used his lips to suction her clit into his mouth and bath it with his tongue. Cyn had to take his cock out of her mouth so she could cum. <br /><br />That was it... he had to have her again. He rolled her onto her side kissing her, than onto her back. He entered her warm sheathe and slowly fucked her using long strokes almost exiting her completely then shoving back in with force making Cyn fuck back harder and harder. <br /><br />Mark was realizing Cyn was one amazing fuck. She was cumming non-stop. Mark began fucking as hard as he could. He would piston his cock as far out and as far in as he could. Cyn would meet each of his thrusts and hammer her feet on the back of his legs or ass to get him to go deeper or harder. <br /><br />He then thrust himself as deep as he could possibly go and let loose with a monumental cum. Time stood still.... Stars became visible for Mark. He poured his essence into Cyn's clutching chute and his body continued to thrust in and out of its own volition. Cyn had her legs wrapped around him again holding him in. He could not stop as he felt ropes of his cum cover her cervix. When came down from the euphoria. He then withdrew his cock and laid his head down on her stomach as she stroked his hair. <br /><br />After some gentle caressing he became playful again, and began to finger her like he had before. Gently at first and marveled as Cyn became more vocal with her approval. Thrusting onto his fingers she could not get enough. He began to rub hard on her clit. Mark teased her a bit, she begged him to make her cum, and he worked her entire crotch, still focusing on her clit. She held her breath taking in all of the sensations of letting go, and exhaled before she could even finish she began another, and another until her final shriek. <br /><br />Mark said "why don't you sit on my face" but Cyn wanted him hard again. She wanted to feel his cock in her mouth again, so she slid down and started sucking to make it hard again. After a few minutes he pulled her on top of him. They lay there kissing, caressing and thrusting. He was rubbing his cock against her as he was caressing her body. She was on top of him kissing, and lifted her chest and rubbed her breasts along his torso and began kissing him again. That felt so good she did it a few more times as she watched their skin melt together. All the sensual touching and all of the sounds of the two of them moaning made her explode again. <br /><br />Mark was truly in awe, as he didn't even think he was doing anything, to be rewarded with that one. Grinning she slid down again, to his semi hard cock again and started licking and sucking, he placed their bodies in the 69 position again for a bit then he asked "please, sit on my face". She positioned herself so that she had the headboard to hold onto... she knew she would need the support. She came again a few more times like this. <br /><br />Mark wanted more time, he wanted to get hard again for her, and although he knew that she was fully satisfied and was not disappointed in the day, he desperately wanted to keep on making her feel good. They spent a little time laughing, discussing a few moments, and just enjoying each other's company as they always had. <br /><br />They parted with a heated kiss that Mark did not expect. He was thinking that Cyn was done with him, since she was the one that said days earlier that this could only happen once. This kiss was almost as heated as their very first, Cyn moaned again, as though she was ready to start all over... She probably would have let him and he really wanted to that is, if he was able to stay. <br /><br />Mark drove home in shock... "Did this really happen?" he thought to himself. Cyn too was in her own world of shock. She had never thought of her old friend that way and found herself wanting to see him and feel him again. That was a dangerous thought, but she didn't care. If he was not married they could see each other freely, and see what happened. But the fact was that he is married and although it seemed to her unhappily, so she still didn't care. They were able to discuss the turn of events over the next few days in great detail. Something she had never done before. They found themselves planning another rendezvous... Cynthia needed to see if it would be better the second time. <br /><br />Days later Cyn smiles to herself as there is a quiet knock on her door. She opens the door in nothing but a t-shirt to see a grin on her old friends face....Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-78786465153052197782009-06-13T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-20T10:47:58.289-07:001st SubmissionEllen and I met Damon nearly a year ago and he has been an integral part of our family ever since. At twenty eight years old, he is more than ten years younger than either my wife or myself. He is a good looking man, standing over six feet with a fairly muscular body and short black hair. But his eyes ayes are what you notice when you first see him; large, dark and piercing oracles that seem to captivate and hold you. The pupils are almost black and give his whole demeanour a sense of power and control. He is a mysterious character and, despite the fact that we see him regularly, we still know very little about his background or where he is from. He just seemed to appear in our lives one day.<br /><br />I remember the day we met him well enough. Both Ellen and I are a fairly shy couple, or at least we were, and accepted the invitation to a friend's party with mixed feelings. It was a Saturday night, and even before we knocked on the door of our friend's house we could hear the noise of the music from the street. Even though we were on time (Ellen hates to be late for anything), the gathering was already in full swing. Thirty of forty people, mostly in couples, were dancing in the large lounge with more guests drinking in the kitchen. We knew a few of the party goers, and after our coats had been taken from us and a glass of something very strong pressed into our hands, we began to mingle and chat with the people we knew.<br /><br />That night, Ellen had worn a particularly lovely dress. She still has a great figure anyway, but the form hugging black material clung to her curves and accentuated her full bra-less breasts and flared hips wonderfully. The dress was fashionably short and ended at her mid thigh exposing a considerable amount of her long, tapered legs. She attracted quite a lot of admiring glances from the male guests, and I bristled with pride when I saw them try to steal a surreptitious peek when they thought I wasn't watching. But, despite the fact that I was getting used to the stares, I still had a feeling that we were being watched by someone else. Someone that we could not see.<br /><br />While Ellen and I were talking to a group of friends in the kitchen, I slowly became aware that my wife had not said a word for several minutes. She was standing next to me and I turned to look at her. She looked vacant, her eyes blankly staring towards the doorway. I followed her gaze and saw Damon for the first time. His tall, athletic figure was dressed simply in a black, expensive looking suit, with dark shirt and tie; he looked the epitome of understated style. He leaned casually against the doorframe talking to a pretty blonde woman but looking straight at Ellen. His black eyes matched his attire perfectly and seemed to radiate across the room and transfix my wife who seemed incapable of breaking their visual embrace. His blonde companion suddenly whispered something in his ear and, laughing loudly left his side to talk to someone else. This gave the dark suited stranger a chance to approach Ellen and myself.<br /><br />"Hello," he said casually as he joined us, "I'm Damon Banks - good to meet you Ellen, and of course you Jeffrey."<br /><br />"I'm Sorry." I said as we all shook hands, "how do you know our names? Have we met somewhere before?"<br /><br />"I know a lot of things," he replied with an air of nonchalance, "a lot of names, and I'm a good guesser!" He turned to address my wife, his voice smooth like silk. "Ellen, you look very lovely tonight. Your dress is wonderful. Please excuse my forwardness, but I have to say it compliments your figure perfectly. The way that it clings to your breasts has aroused the attention of quite a few people here tonight, I dare say you husband has noticed that."<br /><br />I was a little taken aback by his direct words, but more surprised still to see that my usually shy, retired wife seemed in no way shocked by his comments. Instead she was smiling up into those deep, dark eyes and accepting his compliments as if he had just commented on the weather. Damon then turned his attention back to me.<br /><br />"Jeffrey, I would very much like to see more of Ellen's body, to touch her, to pleasure her as we both know she needs and deserves."<br /><br />My brain was suddenly doing flip-flops, my stomach churned sickeningly as I heard his words. How the hell did he know that?, I thought. Ellen and I used to enjoy a full sex life; a little mundane perhaps, but recently our sessions of love making seemed to have become less and less frequent. I put it down to the pressures of my work, always promising myself that when this deal or that merger were completed, we would have more time for each other. But like so many other things in life, it just didn't seem to work out like that.<br /><br />"What? But you can't mean -" I stammered, suddenly finding the use of my vocal chords.<br /><br />"Please!" Damon interrupted, his voice stern and full of power. "Please don't deny your feelings. I can see them in your eyes, and in Ellen's also. I can help you both, help you to rediscover yourselves. You must trust me."<br /><br />"I trust you, Damon" Ellen suddenly said. It seemed like such a long time since she had spoken, that her words came like a bolt out of the sky. My head whipped round to look at her. The acceptance was written all over her face. She seemed unable to take her eyes off this strange man in front of her, and for a second I thought that I saw a little more than just acceptance in her eyes. Yes, I was sure that there was also a look of lust there as well!<br /><br />"You will follow me now, please." Damon said, taking my wife gently by the hand. "Both of you. This way."<br /><br />As the three of us walked silently from the room, the sea of guests seemed to automatically part in Damon's path, clearing a passage for us to walk through. No-one gave us a second look as we passed them, it was as if we were in some sort of dream and were invisible. Without speaking or even turning his head, Damon led us up two flights of stairs to the top storey of the house. The air seemed cooler here and we walked along a dimly lit corridor passing several closed doors. The lights seemed to automatically fade as we passed them and cast eerie shadows over the cream painted walls. Finally we approached the last door in the hall. Damon reached out and only seemed to just touch the door handle before it swung inwards and open.<br /><br />The lights were already on in the room and the heating seemed at a perfect temperature. Again, the illumination automatically dimmed as we entered, leaving the whole room in only a half light. I too, seemed under our host's spell and as he indicated a deep armchair, I sat in silence. Damon took the chair next to mine leaving Ellen standing alone in the centre of the room. I couldn't remember hearing Damon give my wife any further instructions and she apparently knew what to do without being asked. I drew in my breath sharply as I watched her slip the thin shoulder straps of her dress over her arms and ease the garment slowly down to her waist. <br /><br />I looked over at Damon. In the gloom I could see that he was sitting comfortably also watching Ellen disrobe. His fingers were clasped together under his chin as he seemed to study her every move in silence. Ellen's full breasts were now completely exposed. She had complained before we left that evening that she felt a little conspicuous without the benefit of a bra, but the dress was such that this form of underwear would have looked ridiculous had she worn it. Paradoxically now, though, she looked completely at ease; her naked breasts revealed before a perfect stranger and the dress falling in a heap to pool at her feet. With a quick smile, the first sign of emotion that I had seen on her face for some time, she stepped away from the crumpled dress and stood before us naked save for her white bikini panties and burgundy heeled shoes.<br /><br />Things began to happen a little more quickly now. Damon rose from his seat and approached my wife. They kissed deeply and I felt a stab of jealousy as I saw Ellen close her eyes and heard her moan into his mouth. Damon's hands began to play lightly with her breasts. I stared as I saw the nipples react to his touch and visibly stiffen. The kiss intensified as he continued with his caresses, Ellen moaning louder and louder as his touch on her hard buds became stronger and fiercer. I could see her legs begin to buckle slightly and Damon had to hold her to stop her from falling as a powerful orgasm crashed visibly through her body. <br /><br />Ellen was still trembling as he picked her up in his arms and carried he to a table that was placed in the centre of the room. Sitting her atop the polished wooden surface, he helped her to slide the panties down her legs and off her feet. The shoes quickly followed and my wife was naked as the day she was born. The short feeling of jealousy that I had experienced earlier was completely lost now as I watched the tall stranger sink to his knees and gently part my wife's legs, putting his young face in a direct line with her naked mound. I had never before thought that watching Ellen make love to another man would have such an effect on me, but the straining erection that had now developed in my trousers gave away my feelings.<br /><br />As Damon lowered his head to plant the first, succulent kiss on my wife's labia, I saw that her previous orgasm had left her pussy dripping wet; her juices glistening in the half light. She threw back her head and squealed aloud as his expert tongue found her engorged clit and began to flick over the tight bud in a rhythm designed to heighten every pleasure nerve in her body. I could hear the wet sounds of his oral caresses as he continued way past her second and then third orgasm, sucking her clit deep into his mouth and nibbling gently on her vulva. <br /><br />Ellen was screaming her ecstasy; firstly begging him to stop and then the next second pleading with him not to. It was not until she had exploded into yet another spine tingling orgasm that I saw him lift his head from between her thighs and take a breath. Ellen's thighs and pussy lips glistened wetly with a combination of her own fluid and Damon's saliva, her vagina open and dilated after the oral assault. As Damon began to unbuckle his trousers, I moved closer to the table. I needed to see for myself the display that was to come.<br /><br />I had never considered myself to have a particularly small penis, but compared with the sight of Damon's mighty erection, I felt dwarfed. His long, thick shaft stuck out at least eleven inches in front of him like a flag pole and I heard a tiny gasp from Ellen as she witnessed the same sight. He gently scooped his hands under her buttocks and slid her whole, trembling body forward so that her legs hung limply over the edge. The table was exactly the right height; Damon's huge cock lined up perfectly with my wife's open, wet vagina. The head of his cock looked massive as he began to ease it between Ellen's slick pussy lips. The folds of her pussy opened instinctively as the mighty, eleven inches of his meat began to penetrate her. Three, four, five then six inches of cock slid smoothly inside her. She was moaning and groaning loudly, and as she accepted the ninth and then tenth inch, she let out a small cry of ecstasy as she orgasmed yet again.<br /><br />Slowly at first, Damon began to work his tool back and forth in my wife's cunt. I watched her lips stretch to accommodate him on each downstroke and then cling to his now slick shaft as he withdrew. Time and time again he pushed that monster deep into her body, his thrusts becoming more and more rapid the louder that she cried out. For several minutes he pounded her sweet pussy, the air was filled with her screams of excitement and the aroma of sex permeated the entire room. I was amazed at his ability to control himself; several times he slowed his pace, twisting and turning his body to ensure that Ellen's clitoris received the maximum amount of stimulation. It was not until she practically begged him to cum, that Damon showed any signs of reaching his climax. <br /><br />When he was certain that she was ready for him, he flashed her a crooked, wicked grin and thrust his entire length into her. Ellen cried out and bucked her hips up to meet his thrust as she came again. I looked at his face. For several seconds he remained completely passive and then started to tremble. The trembling increased second by second until finally, with a loud cry, he pulled completely out of her soaked pussy and began to ejaculate over her lower belly. The convulsions seemed to go on for ever; thick streams of hot semen spewing from the end of his throbbing member and splashing over Ellen's body. It was then that my wife seemed to pass out. A deep sleep engulfing her whole being as she lay, legs still splayed on top of the table, completely still.<br /><br />By the time I looked up at Damon, he was completely dressed and acting as if nothing had happened. My lips moved trying to form the words to rationalize what had just happened; to seek an explanation, but the words just wouldn't come. Damon held up his hand as if to silence me. He did not speak, but merely pressed a card into my right hand as he shook it and left the room. I looked down at my wife's sleeping body. Her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her pussy open and wet for the world to see. I opened my hand and looked at the expensive looking card Damon had given me. It simply bore the name "Damon Banks" and a cell phone number.<br /><br />It took Ellen nearly an hour to awaken after being fucked by Damon that first time. When she finally came round we sat and talked about what had happened. I assured her that I felt no form of malice or anger towards either her or her new lover and continued by telling her that I had indeed thoroughly enjoyed the "educational experience". <br /><br />After returning home we called the number on Damon's card. He agreed to see us again the following weekend and promised to continue where he left off. That was nearly a year ago, and both Ellen and I couldn't be happier. Our sex life as a couple and as a threesome is amazing and we wouldn't have it any other way. As for Damon, he remains as mysterious as ever. If there is one thing that worries Ellen and I more than anything else, it's that he could disappear from our lives as quickly as he entered them.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-11293439769224040622009-06-12T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-20T10:46:45.836-07:0019th Century FacialThe Watson girls were preparing for a ball. To be held at the manor belonging to one Lord Fairfax, a rich and noble man of many acquaintances. The girls were very excited, indeed!<br /><br />“Oh!” snapped Charlotte, the youngest; “this petticoat is filled with creases! I cannot possibly wear such a silly thing. It is too frumpy! Isabelle, give me one of yours.”<br /><br />Isabella, the eldest and wisest of the girls at twenty-two-years-of-age, sighed, and politely asked, “Do not you have others you can wear? You are much larger than I am: my frocks should not fit you.”<br /><br />“Oh nonsense! I will make them fit,” she said. And with that, Charlotte took up one the dresses lain on the bed and squeezed her full figure into it. As expected, it was very ill-fitting, and one had the impression that she could barely breathe it was squeezing her corset so tight. It was of finest green silk, however, and she wore it with grace. “This will do perfectly!” she said.<br /><br />Skipping forwards in time, as authors are wont to do, the girls alighted the carriage that would take them to the nearby manor. This was a few years before very wide crinolines become popular, dearest reader, so all four girls fitted in the carriage with relative ease, their silken petticoats shining in the dim light. They looked fabulous; how could any man resist the temptations they offered? Charlotte fidgeted awkwardly with her heaving bosom, buffeted up by the tight corset and dress, and said,<br /><br />“I wonder if my bosoms look alluring enough in this frock.”<br /><br />“If they allure any more they will pop out and poke out your dancing partner’s eye!” remarked Catherine, causing a giggle from Ginevra but a caustic stare from Charlotte (though she was happy her breasts were on show as much as she dared bare).<br /><br />Soon enough, it was time for dancing and rejoicing. The girls danced many times with many fellows, many of whom were astonishingly handsome; and quickly became quite heated and perverse. Charlotte, in particular, could not think of anything other than taking off all the army fellows’ uniforms and dancing amongst them gleefully. She sat down and crossed her legs. A fellow whom she had danced with, and who was exceptionally charming and good-looking, came and sat next to her.<br /><br />“Miss Watson,” he said, out of breath, “you dance very well for a girl of your age.”<br /><br />“I have had much experience in that subject, Lieutenant,” she replied. <br /><br />“You cannot be more than seventeen!” he cried in disbelief.<br /><br />“I am eighteen, sir. I feel it is the best age to be for a girl who dances.”<br /><br />“Indeed,” nodded Lt Burry (for that was his name), “you have much beauty, and you wear it well” (motioning to her dress).<br /><br />“Oh, yes, it is my sister’s, Isabella – although I just call her Isabelle, over there, dancing with that navy chap.”<br /><br />“She is beautiful, also. Your parents must be very happy to have such handsome daughters. Although, I think, of all of them , you are the finest.”<br /><br />“Oh, you jest,” Charlotte laughed, her complexion reddening. “I am the most well-fed, certainly, but I do not have as fine teeth as Isabelle, nor do I have as well-defined features as Catherine, and of all of them I am the palest.” She said these things whilst looking into his eyes with that sort-of knowing gaze that two lusty people often have, and she was (I think unconsciously) stroking the pearl beads of her necklace. Lt Burry was a bawdy fellow, and recognised these lusty signals immediately. The consequences were obvious, and wholly appreciated.<br /><br />“You are not the palest now, for I fear my compliments have embarrassed you,” he said, moving his hand to her knee, “but I often feel that milky skin, pearl necklaces and a heaving bosom (such as yours) are symbolic of desires outside of the dance floor.” He smiled lustfully.<br /><br />“Oh, Lt Burry, do not speak so!” she said. I wonder if he has a big cock, she thought.<br /><br />“Should you like to take a walk out? The grounds are the finest in the county, and it is ever so stuffy in here,” he said.<br /><br />Charlotte smiled wickedly. “I should love to,” she said, and they promptly left the building.<br /><br />“It is such a beautiful night,” she said, feeling the cool summer air, as they strolled the moonlit gardens; “the moon has basked everything in a white glow.” She examined the flowers under a nearby tree.<br /><br />“And other things, too,” said the Lt. “Your face is positively more pale, and milkier than I have seen it this evening; although it is still radiant, and makes a good juxtaposition with your strawberry lips.”<br /><br />“You are too kind, Lt,” she said.<br /><br />“But tell me this: why did you remove your lovely pearl necklace?”<br /><br />“Well,” she said, bawdily, “I had hoped that you would soon give me another.”<br /><br />“Ah!” said he, happily, “some milky liquid or other, you should like? I should like to see it shine in the moonlight on your creamy neck and velvet lips.”<br /><br />“I am sure that you would,” Charlotte said, licking her lips seductively. The Lt moved a hand to one of her breasts and squeezed it gently, and then kissed her fervently. He kissed very well, their tongues lashing together, and with just enough suction to feel good. They continued in this manner for awhile till Charlotte allowed him to slowly lower her to the dry grass, and rest her head upon a large root of the tree. He pulled the shoulder-parts of her dress down, revealing her tight black bodice. Although he was very anxious to see these two glorious globes, he undid the bodice with care and precision, kissing her all the while. He looked at his prize: two very large breasts, as white as the rest of her, with two pink nipples, half erect. He took them in his hands and squeezed and played with them as he began kissing her once more. He moved his head down and kissed and sucked on Charlotte’s nipples, alternately, making them hard and erect; Charlotte giggled with glee.<br /><br />Charlotte raised her hands and began undoing his trousers. After unbuttoning all the necessary parts, she pulled them down and then his underpants, revealing his large, pink cock, now very hard indeed. She smiled at him a loving smile, and took it in her hands, gently rubbing it and squeezing its hot surface. He made some noises to indicate this was pleasing to him, and Charlotte began pulling his cock to her. He knelt down with his knees either side of her midriff, and took up her breasts as she slowly guided his cock between them. It was quite fortunate he had lain her down where he did, for her head was angled so she was very close to her chest.<br /><br />She put her hands over his hands and squeezed her breasts to the cock as it slid in, which was now completely swathed underneath her luscious bosom. She saw it slowly come towards her and stop fractions away from her lovely lips, and she kissed the cockhead lovingly. The Lt gave some more noises suggesting he was enjoying the experience. She took her lips away from the cock. “Are you quite lost for words, Lt?” she said, rubbing her breasts against the cock, her breath vibrating on the tip of it.<br /><br />“I am indeed! I feel as if I could make a pint of milk for you. Although I fear it will only complement your creamy features a little.”<br /><br />“That is nonsense,” said she, her lips coming to the cock again; “I think that if you want to see your milkiness splash my breasts, neck, cheeks and lips half as much as I want to feel it then you surely must know it will complement my ‘creamy features’ a great deal.”<br /><br />“I do believe it,” he said, beginning to thrust his hips a little, as Charlotte continued to masturbate the cock with her heavy bosom. “Half as much, you say? You surely cannot want to feel my cream splatter you as much I should like to see it engulf your upper body?”<br /><br />“Oh, come, come,” she said, “I should not think there will be as much as that. Although I fear there will be much all the same.”<br /><br />“A great deal; and it will run down your chin and pool in your cleavage, I suspect. A glistening, glossy pool of creamy milk.”<br /><br />These words excited Charlotte, and she squeezed his cock ever more tightly. She licked the head of it intently, tasting the clear pre-cum and making the cock very moist indeed. “I should like to dip my fingers in it, she taste your goodness, and liberally spread the semen all over my upper body, as you say, and you will see me all glossy and white in the moonlight.”<br /><br />“Such a sight would make me want to cum again and cum again once more,” he said as Charlotte rubbed her lips over the cockhead, poking her tongue out a little.<br /><br />“Perhaps then I really would be engulfed. You must take care not to drown me in it!”<br /><br />“I would not dare dream of it. Much of the fun is seeing it come out, and, inevitably, fall on to your waiting, greedy body.”<br /><br />He thrust a little faster now, but with shorter, more deliberate movements, he was making-love to her breasts. “Am I so greedy, then?” asked Charlotte, trying to look innocent by fluttering her eyelashes (the reader I hope will see the irony of trying to appear innocent at the same time as having a gentlemen’s cock rub against one’s lips!).<br /><br />“You are abominably greedy, Miss Watson,” he said, staring into her eyes. “You want my thick, white semen to splatter all over your pretty, creamy features! Admit it, you crave it; your body needs it!”<br /><br />“Ha ha, you cannot fool me, lieutenant! I know the only reason you want me to talk so is because my lips and tongue and breath slither on your cock when I speak.”<br /><br />“Christ yes!” he said, almost grunting, “talk to me! Tell me how much you want it!”<br /><br />Charlotte lowered the pitch of her voice to a more seductive degree, and smiled wickedly as the pink, wet cock rubbed on her strawberry lips and velvet tongue. “Well,” she said, “I should be happy for you to empty yourself, so to speak, all over me.”<br /><br />“Where?”<br /><br />“I think the position it is in now is good enough. Your cock is at an almost right angle to my lips, and rubs against them so. When you ejaculate, will it be forceful?”<br /><br />“It will squirt out under high pressure!”<br /><br />“Then it will go directly to my lips, and it will splash, and thick globs of creamy cum will splatter all over my cheeks. Will there be much cum?”<br /><br />“There will be a very large amount!”<br /><br />“Then it will squirt out over and over. And I’ll pull my breasts up-“ at which point Charlotte took her milky breasts and squeezed them up high, the nipples, the cock, and her lips all very close together. She squeezed the breasts tight to the cock, and the Lt shuddered in delight as he thrusted. “-like this, and the cum will squirt and squirt and squirt, and it will run down from my lips – too saturated in semen to take any more – and down, running all over my breasts, creating a glossy layer over them, and my nipples, and the cum will pool in this little ditch you have made here with your cock and my cleavage.”<br /><br />“Oh god!” grunted the lieutenant, “can you feel my cock throbbing!”<br /><br />“Oh gosh, here it comes!” began Charlotte, beaming from ear to ear. The lieutenant pushed his body as close to Charlotte as he could, his cockhead pushed tight against her strawberry red lips, and the cock began to squirt!<br /><br />The cum erupted out of the cock, and immediately had nowhere to go. The impact on Charlotte’s luscious lips made a fountain effect, and the cum splashed all across her cheeks, thick streams splattering even to her hair. Another squirt splurged out, this time with more cum than the last, and splattered Charlotte’s cheeks completely, her lips now invisible for the cum, which ran down profusely as she said it would, slowly seeping down her cleavage and creating a glossy layer of cum all over her breasts. Another squirt, exactly as the last, doing similar splashings: Charlotte’s face completely splattered, now, and she opened her lips just a little, the cock just underneath them. She poked out her tongue and caught some of the cum as it splurged out, licking away the cum from her lower lip, flashing its wet redness momently before it was coated in more cum. The cock began to slow up, and squirted a few more, smaller loads of thick, milky semen before stopping completely.<br /><br />The lieutenant stood up to admire his handiwork. Charlotte lay, smiling gleefully, beneath him, her translucent, wet features glistening in the moonlight. She raised a hand and spread out the cum more evenly on her face and breasts, licking the globs between her fingers afterwards. “Mm!” she exclaimed; “it tastes very good!” And promptly licked her lips, exposing their redness once again. She sat up, and rested upon her knees, looking up at the beaming Lieutenant, her face glossy and smiling and completely covered in thick white creaminess. She looked at his cock, still hard, throbbing, and covered in cum. She smiled, and then quickly put it in her mouth.<br /><br />“Oooh” sighed the lieutenant, gazing down at her as she sucked hard on the cock, and after a few minutes he began to ejaculate again, the thick loads this time going unseen down Charlotte’s greedy throat.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-92053844529860996212009-06-11T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-20T10:45:48.216-07:001920s InkLeslie Gourd was poor, and couldn't afford stockings. It was a balmy city night, the lights were lit and the jazz joints were swinging, and her black sheath dress showed the backs of her naked knees, but she would not be a star until she had those stocking lines gashing downwards from her thighs to her ankles from under her dress, solid black lines to declare "You may grab and squeeze my leggy flesh but my soft skin? Oh, what a secret!" She had to have those lines. So the evening found her in a newspaper printing place. She was looking for the ink.<br /><br />Harvard van Jorgen had found that ink. He, being also poor, was sitting on a clean bit of confoundedly complicated machinery with his white shirt off, his tie having been dipped in the black ink already. It was drying around his neck and against his goose bumped chest, so that should it become stiff, it would already be tied in a lovely windsor knot, and it was just a matter of manuevering the shirt in under it. He saw Leslie before she saw him. Embarrassed, he hid.<br /><br />It felt silly to be looking around the dark, deserted old warehouse so that no one could see her cheating, but the jubilant music bouncing down the street to strain in through the windows spurred her on. Oh, the girls would be jealous to see her legs so proper, so elegant. She climbed up some steps and found a basin of fresh ink, still and black in it's tub. Her heels were high enough to allow her to prop a leg up on a flat yard of pipe leading out one part of the big print machine and in another, and lack of balance led to her legs being somewhat splayed as well as scissored. The length of her naked thigh and a patch of lilac underwear made themselves as noticeable as a billboard to Harvard.<br /><br />The beauty of Leslie's face, the movement of her bobbed hair, the whiteness of her skin were forgotten; Harvard felt as if he might weld to the back of the desk he hid under, or at least weld to his own leg. His rush of desire was painful, and his common sense was overruled. He must dance with this girl, who was dipping a little half-chewed pencil in that helpful ink. It became only a question of when, of how not to frighten her.<br /><br />The cool ink itched in a pleasurable, final way in its path up Leslie's thigh, and she admired the instant class of it in the harsh moonlight stabbing inward from the window. She pulled her leg downward, gave it a reviving shake, and lifted the other one up, her tongue peeking out of her red mouth with eagerness and satisfaction. Then she heard a noise. She froze, but the "ahem" was gentlemanly enough not to send her into a fit of screaming. Indeed, if it were a janitor of some sort, then it would be her that was in the wrong, and therefore a bit silly to commence screaming. And it was rather a funny sight than a frightening one that crawled out from under the desk. The man had no shirt, but a very black tie, and his fit of body was lovely, slim muscle and trim waist. His hair was pale, as were his eyes, and Leslie could feel mortification creeping in, until she realized that the blackness of the tie had left a black tie outline on his chiseled chest. However, who was she to laugh, with a line and a half on her legs.<br /><br />He offered to help, as they were in the same boat, and each would keep the secret. He offered his name, and she offered hers. They were outlaws together now, stealing oil and lying about their financial status together. They smiled shyly.<br /><br />And oh, but he smelled like cigars of honeyed tobacco, of black tea and orange, and how his muscle didn't give to her scrubbing fingers as she mopped at the ink outline with her hanky. She looked upon his down-turned neck, breathing so hard that she was sure her breast would reach right out and nudge him in invitation, as he drew a teasingly delicate line slowly up the back of her firm leg.<br /><br />And oh, the musk and the lily scent of her, the maddening way her small, perky breasts brushed at his upper earlobe. His hand was on the small of her back to steady himself, his fingers crying in exultation at the smoothness of her sheathe, while his other hand trembled yet kept mostly steady the pencil that left that garish line on her skin, her skin, which he fingers did indulge themselves with.<br /><br />Then she made the mistake of shifting her delicate weight, to battle the heat of the moment. When the flesh under Harvard's hand tensed, she stood up abruptly. Leslie smiled as guiltily as her distracted mind would let her, ready for the light scolding of perhaps having messed up the line from moving. Instead, Harvard's pale eyes glittering, he flung the pencil away over his shoulder and took to a rough, manic handling of her dress and it's contents. Leslie awoke somehow to it, mimicking her favorite film stars, eyes wide and mouth slack and face too available. Harvard's kiss came down upon her neck with a will that extracted a small cry from her, and the pretty sounds did not stop from that point on.<br /><br />Harvard was less than mindful of her dress, and he had managed to get it tight around her waist. Pale pink nipples showed, and Harvard smashed his mouth there immediately, sucking all of her breasts in and causing her to thrash. A metal table pressed with a shocking coolness into the backs of her legs, while the wool material, working thigh muscles and overly discernable organ of unyielding stiffness that was the front of below-Harvard's-waist beckoned with sinful clarity. Leslie threw her head back, fighting her instinct to fight off his advances with every moment a reward for her patience, and then her body decided it really wanted her leg around his lovely waist. The leg obeyed the order, pressing her mostly back so that the table took most of her weight.<br /><br />The flash of thigh rising in his periphery vision caused a bucking to start up in Harvard's thighs, and the deprived pleasure from the bucking had it continue. The pleasure was not nearly so deprived to Leslie, who opened her mouth in a big O and bucked back, reaching a conclusion she had never trusted so strongly to be on it's way. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her, and the pretty noises followed, tangled with the lowing sounds that Harvard made. Although he couldn't understand it, he knew that Leslie wanted him not to change what he was doing yet, so he swallowed his frustration and bucked harder. Metal was clanking on the floor, it's dry scent and the heavy odor of ink drowned in the smell of Leslie and her sodden panties, which were being shredded by friction with the fiber of Harvard's suddenly constricting woolen trousers. Leslie had let go with one hand of Harvard's neck, and grabbed at her own breasts violently, her hips working at their shared friction faster than a cog on a train pumps. He watched with slowly tunneling vision as her grinding changed abruptly from fast to painfully hard and much slower, a high moan escaping from Leslie as her body pulsed and convulsed and throbbed in pleasure, down to her fingertips. The dots from her vision hadn't even cleared when the toughness of bare wool was replaced by stone-smoothness of skin, and was quickly followed by a sharp pain. Leslie jumped away instinctively from the pain, but Harvard commanded her hips with his hand and unflinchingly dug deeply into her molten center. The moan from Leslie was of pain now, but a grateful pain, and she threw her arms around his neck once more, this time setting her teeth against his shoulders to weather the discomfort. Harvard hadn't the capacity for sympathy, and when she pulled away a little again, he drove in until there was no farther to go.<br /><br />His hips thrust mechanically to a wild rhythmless abandon, obscene pleasure soaking in from every stolen inch of Leslie's walls. Leslie herself was back to bouncing against him, stopping to work against him like she had before at intervals when pleasure made ready to steal her soul again. Harvard was panting though it all, Leslie's twisting, writhing acceptance of his needs, her clawing, her moving away when he shoved too roughly, too deeply. In a sweeping rush of impatience he let her hips go for a moment to pull her one grounded leg up and land her on her back on the cool table. On top of her in a flash, Harvard hadn't a single barrier, and bellowed his joy and love right into her moaning mouth. Leslie's body absorbed the pain of Harvards deep-diving abandon, her muscles clenching to meet the rapidity of his internal assaults until their own frenzy sent Leslie screaming right over the edge toward dot-vision land again. The when the soft, wet walls around Harvard's organ began to pull and suck on him so fast, and so insistently, his own finish came tearing out of him and pouring into her, along with his seed, his secrets, his hopes, his fears, and every bit of tension he had felt in the last eleven weeks.<br /><br />There was silence at last.<br /><br />Leslie giggled weakly, anxious to be in a more compromising position, while half of her body wanted to wrap around him and never let go. Harvard realized he had just had his way with this lovely young woman, and scrambled off of her as it she had been a panicked rabbit instead. After a moment of shuffling and hurried grunts and sighs, they were reasonably dressed. The sweat had cleansed their bodies of inked airs, but Harvard was more than happy to reapply for Leslie, and even did her the honor of staying on task this time, despite the picture presented of her wrinkled dress pulling up her lovely thighs as she bent over that misused table. Hair smoothed and ink dry and in place, they set out together into the night.<br /><br />Truth be told, Harvard did a lousy job inking Leslie's legs, and the girls made unkind reference to it, but only because they were jealous of her lovely beau.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-36791836246426816002009-06-10T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-20T10:44:36.359-07:001850The year was 1850, and somewhere in the vast expanse of Colorado there was a small homestead. Working under the hot, dry sun, "Sweet Mary Jane," as her friends called her, stopped mending the wire fence and looked up as she heard the sound of an approaching horse. She wiped her brow and watched the rider, a large, scruffy-looking man, and paused for a moment to consider if she should pick up her rifle. She decided against it though, confident in her abilities, and instead called out a greeting. The rider stopped at the unexpected sound, looking around until his eyes finally focused on the figure in the distance. His horse moved closer, and Mary could see that there was something definitely wrong with the rider as he seemed to sway in his saddle as the horse moved. Although one arm drifted back toward his gun, it was apparent he was no shape to fight. Once again, the horse stopped moving, and this time the man rocked forward and fell to the ground. Rushing to his side Mary checked on the man, and found that although unconscious, he was still alive, but just barely.<br /><br />Days later the man awoke, eyes slow to focus on the clapboard ceiling, yet mind racing with all the possibilities. Instinctively, he reached to his side for his weapon but found it had been removed, and in a dazed panic, he sat up to survey the situation. He was in a bedroom plain by any standards except for the walnut-carved four-poster bed. Beside him on a nightstand was a basin filled with water and a damp cloth, and there was a definite trail of water droplets from the basin to the bed. Even more notable, though, is his gun, hanging neatly from one of the bedposts.<br /><br />Suddenly the door opened and the silhouette of a slim figure is standing there, holding something at waist level. Instinctively the man turned to retrieve his gun.<br /><br />"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you," called out a voice, and as though hit by a brick, the man froze. He wasn't exactly sure what it was in that voice that made him stop, but his gaze turned back to the figure moving toward him. As the fleeting light climbed the figure, it became apparent this was no man, but was, in fact, a woman. A woman carrying a tray. Unsure what to do, the man studied her, and in a hoarse voice asked, "Where am I?" <br /><br />"Quiet now," came the response, "you're in no shape to ask questions. First you'll eat a bit, rest, and then in the morning, we can talk." The man opened his mouth to speak again but thought better of it, and instead cast his eyes down at the tray. A large glass of water and a steaming bowl of soup. The smell was wonderful, especially considering what he had eaten over the past two weeks—that is, when he could find food and wasn't too sick to eat. He took the tray and hoarsely thanked her, then sat back and began to eat. The food was indeed tasty; however, with the first swallow came pain and recollection of the snakebite. Instinctively, the man reached up to feel his neck, finding only the stubble of a days' old beard.<br /><br />"How long?" he managed to get out.<br /><br />"Six days," came the reply. "You're lucky to be alive. For the first few days I was sure you wouldn't make it, but after the fever broke, you steadily got better." She smiled. "I'm Mary, by the way, and like I said, we'll chat more tomorrow." With that she smiled, turned, and left.<br /><br />As the next few days passed, the man, who Mary learned was Philip, steadily regained his strength, and they learned each other's stories. Philip, it seems, was traveling from Boston to California with a supply convoy as a guide when the convoy was attacked by outlaws. The bulk of the convoy was destroyed, as were the outlaws, but with the few surviving members of the convoy they were unable to proceed. Philip rode to the nearest town, obtained new horses and volunteers, and then returned. Then, on a scouting mission, his horse stumbled, and when he hit the ground, a rattler bit him just below the right jaw. The next thing he remembered was waking in Mary's home.<br /><br />As for Mary, well, she moved west with the homesteaders about four years ago. As a safety precaution, she always told people it was with her husband, Jacob, who was a trapper, but the actual fact was that she was alone. She always found that when people thought she had a husband, they always underestimated her, and so she developed the story of a trapper husband, who naturally was away for long periods of time. As the days past and Philip's strength returned, he became more insistent on repaying Mary for her kindness. She wouldn't accept any form of payment, however, saying that it was what anyone else would have done, and so Philip had to sneak about doing odd jobs that he felt could in some way compensate, but it never did feel like enough.<br /><br />As for Mary—well, truth be told, she liked having this man around. He was charming in his own gruff sort of way and did have a nice tendency to get under her skin, even if the jobs he did to repay her usually required redoing.<br /><br />Thinking back, the real trouble probably started on the last day Philip was to stay. He decided that of all the jobs he could do, the one Mary might appreciate the most, would be to cut wood. Slipping out of the house as the sun rose, he began the task of cutting and stacking a few cords of wood, only to awaken Mary with the rhythmic sound of the ax hitting the logs. At first, she was mildly curious as to the cause of the sound and had to smile when she looked out the window to see him working there. Then, as the day progressed, she found herself going out of her way to watch him more and more frequently. It began with brief looks that gradually got longer, until after almost three hours after he had begun she found herself back inside the cabin once again, looking out the window. <br /><br />Philip was now stacking the chopped pieces and she couldn't help but admire his form. Each time he bent to pile the pieces her eyes trailed over his arms and down his torso settling at last to watch the way his pants stretched across his tight butt. She absently began tracing the collar of her shirt as she watched, and as her fingers came to the first button, they opened it. Again and again, Philip bent, piled, and stacked the cut pieces as she continued to trace the collar with her fingers. <br /><br />A second button was opened absently, and then a third, and finally her fingertips were tracing the swell of her soft, sexy breasts. Philip began removing his shirt, and this time Mary's fingers brushed the now hard nipple, causing a soft moan to escape her lips. She closed her eyes for a moment as the nipple scraped along the work-roughened fingertips until her hand went farther, cupping the swollen breast and trapping the nipple with her the thumb and forefinger. Another, deeper moan escaped her lips, and again she closed her eyes, imagining that it was his hands teasing her now hot skin. <br /><br />As her eyes fluttered open, Mary saw that Philip had moved to the well and was cranking up the bucket. His back muscles rippled with each crank, and her other hand began to gather the material of her skirt. Picking up the bucket, Philip poured the contents over his head, and within the cabin Mary's fingers glided over the soft hair of her pussy. A shiver raced through her body as both the sight of this rugged man sweating and wet combined with the excitement of her manipulations, and so she again closed her eyes. This time she slipped a finger deep inside the folds of her pussy, in and out, in and out. It seemed to be just seconds later when she was snapped back to reality by the sound of the door opening, forced to stop just as she was on the brink of an orgasm. <br /><br />Turning the corner, Philip came in and asked if there was a towel handy, but as he got the words out his gaze fell on Mary's open shirt. God, she was beautiful. The mere sight of her shirt showing off the inner swells of her sweet breasts as they rose and fell with her labored breathing mesmerized him, but somewhere inside he managed to ask if everything was OK. Still recovering from her previous state, she was unable to answer for a moment, then stammered a shaky yes. She turned, retrieved the towel, and then handed it to him, noting as she did so that he had turned away. Odd, she thought, but at least this way she could see his sweet muscular form up close. Her gaze trailed down from his shoulders along the wide expanse of his back, glimpsing in that instant her own shirt, which gaped wide, exposing the inner curves of her bosom. Oh, God, she thought, and then in an inspiration voiced it out loud.<br /><br />"Oh, God!" The words trailed off as she fell to the floor in a feigned faint, being sure to fall into Philip. As her body dropped to the floor, her skirt rode up her legs, exposing them to the knee. As expected, Philip turned at the sound, just in time to cushion the fall. Bending to her side, Philip called out her name several times and tried lightly slapping her face to awaken her, but this did no good. Thinking quickly, he gathered Mary in his arms and carried her carefully to the bed. Then he went to the washstand, filled the basin with water, and brought it back to her side, where he applied the wet compress to her brow. When this failed to awaken her, he leaned in and placed his ear to her chest, hoping she was still alive. Indeed, her heart was racing and her body covered in a hot sweat, so he feared she had caught some kind of fever. <br /><br />Again he dipped the compress and wiped her brow, but this time instead of leaving it there, he returned it to the basin. On the next soaking, he placed the compress between those sweet breasts, hoping that in cooling her body he would be able to revive her. The contact of the washcloth between Mary's breasts was unexpected, and she gasped upon its touch. Philip again called out her name, and she decided that with his last reaction she had best answer. In her groggiest voice, Mary replied, "Huh?"<br /><br />"Mary," came the worried words, "are you OK? You fainted."<br /><br />Raising an arm to her brow, Mary said, "I don't know; I suddenly felt flush and weak."<br /><br />"That's OK," came the reassuring response, "I'm here, and I'll stay 'til you're better."<br /><br />Now confident that Mary was at least not in imminent danger of dying, Philip let his gaze travel over her prone body. It was better than he could ever have imagined: sweet, soft, and utterly beautiful. With her arm up on her brow, she had inadvertently flared the collar of her shirt, completely exposing one breast. The nipple was hard and the aureola was dark, he assumed from her condition, but still it looked so inviting. In his effort to get her to the bed quickly, he had not paid much attention, but now he noted that her skirt had ridden high as well, exposing the smooth, soft thighs. God, it had been ages since he had been with a woman, and now all those desires raged, but he managed to return his gaze to that of hers and said, "Please, just rest here and call me if you need anything."<br /><br />Smiling inside, Mary said, "OK," then shifted her position to hug Philip's body against hers.<br /><br />"Thank you," she whispered, holding him close and thrilling as her nipples danced through the fur of his chest. <br /><br />"You're welcome," he replied, but in his mind he was saying, Oh no, thank you! as he felt her nipples slide through his chest, exciting him beyond belief.<br /><br />For an entire day Mary tried everything she could think of to get Philip to make love to her, but each time she exposed herself, touched him, or had him touch her, she was disappointed. It almost seemed as though he was not interested, but just before she was going to give up, she noticed the bulge in his slacks. Mary knew he was interested, but the question was how to get him to act, and so for the next few hours she worked out a new plan. She now knew that the only way to get this man into her bed was to seduce him, but it had to seem as though it was his idea, and thus would require some intense teasing on her part. First she had to get him used to touching her body, and this would be accomplished by having him aid in cooling her fevered skin with the damp cloth as before. Then she would have him aid her in changing from her day clothes into her nightdress. <br /><br />As suspected, the first part was not overly difficult. Mary started by complaining she was so hot, and pulled her skirt higher up her thighs. She also left her shirt open, knowing the tantalizing effect it would have. Next, she asked Philip if he could try cooling her with the damp cloth as before, and soon he was diligently wiping her brow. Complaining that it was not enough, she asked if he could try cooling a greater area as he had done earlier, and thus the cloth moved from her brow to her chest. She noted with satisfaction how the cooling became softer, slower, and seemed to cover every inch of the open shirt, consistently lingering briefly along the side swells of her breasts. It was so difficult to maintain control though, for with this cooling came the fires of desire. Her nipples, aching for attention, would brush ever so lightly along the shirt as he moved the cloth, and a few times she would sigh from the intensity.<br /><br />After several of these sighs Philip asked if everything was OK, but Mary merely complained that it was still not enough. He then offered to fill the bath for her to soak in, but she worried that would allow him relief, and so thinking quickly said she didn't think it was a good idea. Mary told him she did not feel strong enough to stay there alone for fear she'd drown, thus forcing him to stay with her, but instead he offered to use the damp cloth on her legs as well. It was better than nothing, Mary supposed, but as it turned out it was better than she could have imagined. If she had gotten into the tub, his caresses would have stopped; this way, his hands remained on her skin. How sweet were the caresses, for she noted that now his fingers did not stay entirely upon the cloth but trailed along her skin as they wiped. This was both satisfying and torturous, as his strokes were slow with the slightest of pressure and were driving her wild.<br /><br />Now alternating between cooling her brow, chest, and legs, Philip was close to going slightly mad. His cock had swollen painfully within his buckskin slacks, and his mind raced with desire for this sweet, prone lady. With each stroke of the cloth he concentrated on her soft skin, allowing two fingers to trail off the cloth and along the skin itself. He thrilled at the touch of her skin, occasionally pushing the material of the shirt or skirt to see more, and a few times was treated to the sight of the hard buds of her nipples. Oh, how he wanted to suck them into his mouth, slide his fingers up her skirt and brush through her soft fur, but the lady was sick, innocent, and, yes, married too. And so Philip strained and struggled with his raging desires, allowing himself only these mild touches of her sweet skin. Later, when he had a moment, he knew he would fantasize about being with her. <br /><br />After several minutes of "cooling," Mary asked Philip if he could help her change into her nightdress as she wanted to sleep. Although he hesitated, he did finally agree. Now, as he stood to retrieve the nightdress, she noted the large bulge that seemed to spasm within his slacks. Oh, he was ready now, and so too was she. Her body ached for more than the sweet caresses; it was wet between her legs, and this was not caused by the cool cloth. Her nipples too desperately needed some attention, for they were hard and on fire, but this still would not come too easily.<br /><br />Oh, God! thought Philip. How much more can I take? Her body seemed alive with desire but he knew it was merely due to her fever. Her nipples stood out and he thought he detected the sweet aroma of desire, but he knew it was merely his imagination, spurred by his own desire. Why, oh why did he have to be attracted to this lady, whose body seemed to beg for attention? Oh, to have a few hours of pleasure with her! But no, he must be strong. He knew though that the ultimate test would come now, for she asked him to help her change, which meant her body would be even closer to his and for a brief time at least it would be nude. Just this minor thought caused his cock to jump in his pants. He needed relief soon or he feared he'd explode. And so, once she was asleep, he planned to go and pour more of the cold well water over himself and try desperately to get some relief.<br /><br />As Philip returned to the bed with the nightdress, he tried to hand it to Mary, but she said, "I'm not sure I can manage. I feel so weak like a kitten! Can you help me?" Oh, God! Philip thought to himself, I don't know if I can do this! But he leaned in and helped her sit on the edge of the bed. He then slowly opened the last few remaining buttons on Mary's shirt, taking his time as he thrilled at her beauty. As he slid the shirt off, he made sure to brush one of those sweet nipples. Instantly her body shivered in response, but Philip mistook this as a spasm caused by her fever. God, it was sweet; so hard and inviting, especially within the fading light of the day. Next, Philip took the nightdress and helped Mary put it over her head. He slid the material down her body, and his cock jumped as her hand fell upon it, brushing over its length.<br /><br />Philip helped Mary to lie down again, and as she did, he noted how her nipples pushed seductively through the material. He could no longer take his eyes off Mary as his lust ran away from him, but still he slid the nightdress down and then reached up under it to remove her skirt. As his fingers found the waist, he gently slid his hands under her tight round butt, but either with a will of their own or perhaps subconsciously, they glided firmly across the sweet soft surface before gently pulling up to aid her in lifting them off the bed. Guiding the skirt down Mary's thighs, he allowed his fingers to trail over her sweet skin. As his fingers found the sensitive joint between her butt and legs, her body again shook, but this time he was sure it was due to his sensitive touch, and he hoped in her current state she wouldn't notice. Not wanting to let go, he allowed his fingers to trail off along the sweet skin of her legs, enjoying the silkiness the sweat provided, until at last the skirt came completely free.<br /><br />Mary's body was now constantly being rocked by waves of desire, beginning when Philip used his strong warm hands to lift her into a sitting position and lasting through when he brushed her nipple while removing her shirt. This last action caused her body to spasm, and she was surprised when he didn't follow it up with more of the same. When he placed the nightdress over her head, she decided to be more direct, so she dropped her hand onto his rock-hard cock and let it slide along the entire length, knowing this would drive him wild. As she did this, she felt it twitch, begging for more, but until he took her, it would not come.<br /><br />Instead of ravaging her then and there, though, Philip helped her lie down. At this point she just wanted to scream, "Take me!!!" But then Mary noticed his eyes, filled with lust, locked onto her body. Even as his hands pulled her nightdress down and over her thighs, she watched his lusty eyes with desire and fascination. They seemed to be mesmerized by her body, but that did nothing to stop his hands. They slid seductively up under her skirt and grasped the waist, then slide under her hips to squeeze her soft cheeks. The hands lightly pulled upward and she lifted her hips; then began to pull away the skirt. The action was smooth, slow, and extremely tantalizing, but all the while she watched his eyes.<br /><br />Philip's fingers trailed after the skirt, contacting the soft flesh of her ass. Perhaps, if one were to judge these things, a bit too deeply, but for her, it was truly seductive. As his hands reached the joint between her ass and legs Mary shuddered again, for now they were but mere inches from her pussy, and were sure to feel the sweet fluid that had already escaped. A moan passed Mary's lips, but Philip didn't even seem to notice; then, as the waves of pleasure washed over her, his fingers trailed down her legs, and she bit into the pillow.<br /><br />As she lay in her bed, Mary's body screaming for sexual release. She was unsure if Philip's leaving was a good thing or not. She now would have a chance to finish herself off, but she wanted him so badly it hurt, so before he disappeared she asked him where he was going. <br /><br />"To bed," was the reply. "As soon as I wash up."<br /><br />Mary smiled to herself, for soon she'd have that release, but she needed to be just a bit more patient, and so as Philip left she slipped out of her bed and watched from the window. Sure enough, Philip went to the well and poured bucket after bucket of cold water over his head. It seems that her pent-up sexual needs were not alone, as even with all that cold water his pants still bulged provocatively.<br /><br />Soon, Philip turned from the well and headed back to the cabin. His bulge had subsided a bit, but had not disappeared entirely. Mary turned as well, and smiled again before jumping back into bed. As expected, Philip poked his head back into the room to ask if there was anything he could do for her before he turned in, but Mary smiled weakly and said, "No, thank you," in a soft voice.<br /><br />About ten minutes later, Mary again left her bed, this time walking directly into the main portion of the cabin. There on the floor was Philip, lying restlessly in front of the fireplace. She suspected he was trying to relieve the tensions, but would not let that happen without her, and so she said, "Oh, God, Philip, I'm so cold!"<br /><br />Shocked by the sudden noise, Philip rolled quickly onto his side and looked around. He knew Mary was standing somewhere in the darkness, and then she came into view, walking between him and the fireplace. Her back was to him, but Mary knew he would be looking because the nightdress offered quite the silhouette, becoming almost see-through with the light of the fire. She stood that way for the longest time, complaining about how she suddenly became so cold, then she turned to offer him a profile. Philip's eyes were glued to her body, and so again Mary stood, offering him the curvy silhouette. Just when she thought he'd had enough, she feigned another faint, this time dropping to his side. As she had expected, he immediately came to her rescue.<br /><br />Mary opened her eyes and asked if she could share his bed because she was so cold, and, of course, being the gentleman, he agreed. Suddenly it dawned on him that beneath his bedroll he was nude, and he tried desperately to think of some excuse but she rolled in under his covers before he could say anything. At first he tried to stay away from her body for fear of Mary noticing both his predicament and his lack of attire, but she kept pushing back into him, saying that he was "So warm," and so he gave in, concentrating on keeping his hips away from her.<br /><br />Perhaps another ten minutes had passed, when Mary shifted positions so that her hips were nestled against Philip's, and although he was no longer hard, he could still feel the nice shape of her body. At first he started to pull away, but then realizing she did not notice, he decided against it, for he had lusted after this sweet body for hours and at least this minor intimate contact was due him. Unfortunately, his mind was still racing, and now with Mary's body snuggled up against him, he began to get hard again. This time he shifted a bit, but in doing so, the tip of his cock passed beneath the hem of her nightdress. Oh, God, how sweet it felt! Warm, no hot, and so inviting. Again he started to think about what he should do when Mary shifted, allowing his ever-hardening member to touch between the cheeks of her ass. "Oooohhhhh," she moaned, and then after a slight pause said, "Oh, Jacob, that is so sweet!"<br /><br />Suddenly realizing that Mary was asleep and dreaming of her husband, Philip started to consider his options. It was true that he didn't want to hurt her, but he also wanted her more than he had wanted any other woman in a long time, so he decided to try and get as much as he could.<br /><br />Now, with the gentlest of touches, Philip started to caress Mary's sweet leg. He applied a bit of pressure with each caress down to the knee, and soon her leg began to move forward. This movement had a duel effect, for as her leg shifted, so too did his hard prick, and soon it began to slip between her legs and along the moist lips of her wet pussy. Now Philip shifted his position, this time bringing the tip of his rock-hard member to the opening. He waited a moment, then flexed his hips forward, causing the tip to slip ever so slightly inside. Another moan from Mary spurred his actions, and so with yet another flex he drove the head completely inside. After a brief pause, perhaps to ensure she was still sleeping, Philip then started to slide in and out rhythmically. Her body accepted the sweet assault, building to greater and greater plateaus, and then just when her body wanted to scream out, he stopped. <br /><br />Philip knew that with just a few more strokes they would both be rocked by orgasms, but now he feared that in bringing her to that state he would awaken her, and so was fighting with his desire to come and that of keeping Mary the innocent little wife. His decision was made for him though, as suddenly Mary called out, "Oh, Jacob, not yet!" and her hips flexed back against him. That minor action was enough, though, for now Philip wanted to come deep inside her, and all thoughts of keeping her from waking were lost. Perhaps he rationalized that in her current state Mary would believe it was her husband, or perhaps she'd think it was her fault, but in any instance, he slowly began to grind again. It took a few extra strokes as he had let some of the intensity wane, but after that brief pause, he did indeed explode deep inside. With each spasm of his hard cock, held deep inside, Mary's own orgasm flared up again and again. She screamed out as the day-long teasing came to a head, culminating in the most intense orgasm.<br /><br />Perhaps feeling a bit guilty, Philip held Mary tightly so she could not turn and see him. Together they remained in that position until they drifted off to sleep.<br /><br />As she slipped into Philip's bedroll Mary was thrilled to find he was nude, so much so in fact that she was sure she'd finally get him to make love to her, but he kept his distance. Each time she moved closer he moved away, but she was persistent, and he finally allowed her back to snuggle up against his chest. Oh, how warm he was! Just this minor closeness caused her pussy juices to start flowing all over again, but she now knew it should be taken very slowly. After a few minutes, she shifted her body so that her hips were now in direct contact with his, but in raising her ass, she had also dragged her nightdress higher. Now her legs, much like his, were bare, and she could feel the wonderful outline of his cock as it pushed lightly between the cheeks of her ass. For the briefest moment Mary thought Philip was going to move away as the pressure began to ease, but then it returned and she smiled in victory.<br /><br />As she lay snuggled up against Philip's whole body she began to feel the twitching of his cock. It was getting harder by the minute, and as luck or planning would have it, Philip shifted and it slipped under the raised hem of her nightdress. Oh, how it was sweet, hot, and so hard, but now it was Mary's turn, so she shifted and forced it up between the cheeks of her ass, and this sensuous contact forced her to moan audibly. She thought for a moment, then added, "Oh, Jacob, that is so sweet!" figuring that Philip might consider it a dream. It didn't take too long to figure out his decision, for soon his hand began to lightly trace a pattern up and down her leg. Each time he reached her knee, he applied a bit of pressure, which she took as an indication that he wanted this leg moved, and so now with each new pass Mary moved it ever so slightly. It only took two of those tiny moves though for Mary to realize just how sweet this was. As she moved her leg forward, his cock would slide deeper between her ass cheeks, and it soon was sliding along the wet, hungry lips of her throbbing cunt. Again she felt him shift his body slightly, but in doing so his cock was now gently pushing against her wet pussy lips; then, after the briefest of pauses, she felt the tip enter. Oh, God, she wanted to scream as it was so sweet and so needed, but she bit her lip, only allowing the smallest of moans to escape. Then another flex and he was inside. Her body was now shaking with the desire he had inspired, and just as she was going to make the next move, he began sliding his cock rhythmically in and out of her.<br /><br />With each stroke her body quivered with desire, and she felt herself building to an intense orgasm. It was so close when suddenly Philip stopped moving and Mary wanted to scream "NOOOOOO!!!!!" but it suddenly dawned on her that he was still deep inside and had not as yet come. Instinctively, she flexed her hips, wanting the orgasm he had so diligently built up in her, and called out, "Oh, Jacob, not yet!" This seemed to work as the rhythm began again. Now her orgasm was so close she could just taste it. She felt Philip's cock begin to swell and spasm deep inside. With each spasm her own body came again and again, until the waves of pleasure rolled in like the sea. She tried to turn and kiss him, but suddenly Mary found he was just holding her tightly, allowing every single spasm of his cock to feel the warm sweetness of his prize. Together they just drifted off, exhausted from the day's teasing and ultimate release.<br /><br />Mary couldn't imagine how much time had passed, but suddenly she became aware of driving desire. Her hips were grinding against the sweetest sensation, but it was not a hard cock nor a gently probing finger. "Ohhh!" she cried out as the first minor orgasm passed through her, and her hands reached down to find hair. "OHHH!" she cried out again, as it suddenly dawned on her that it was a teasing tongue causing this sensation. Her hips flared up to meet the invader, and then spasmed with the second minor orgasm. "Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned as the waves of pleasure continued; then she felt the addition of a finger. At first it probed deeply, in long, slow strokes, then began a quarter turn with each probe. Again she became aware something was not normal, and she guessed that it was probably two fingers crossed, thus forming a ridge to tease with each stroke.<br /><br />"MMMMMMmmmmmmm," she moaned even loader as her body again spasmed, but this was only a prelude to even greater pleasure. The lips of his mouth encased her clit and then moaned into her bush, causing vibrations of pleasure, and she screamed "Oh God, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Bucking wildly up onto the hot tongue, the lips again encased the clit and as she steeled herself for the moan, but instead the mouth sucked in a breath, dragging cool air up around the hard bud. Her breathing was now extremely ragged as she bucked and writhed under his ministrations, and then, suddenly, they stopped. <br /><br />The pause was brief, though, as suddenly the rock-hard cock slid in as deep as it could and she came again. This time it was so intense she almost passed out, but as she regained her composure she felt it continue to drive in and out until it suddenly seemed to explode deep within. She had never felt the satisfaction of such an intense orgasm, nor had she ever had a lover do half the things this man did. She was completely satisfied, exhausted, and yet still wondered what could possibly be next...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-38079969855076891372009-06-09T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-20T10:43:45.547-07:0018 yo Schoolgirl Gets a MouthfulI can just imagine you when you were 18. The teacher walking up and down the rows of students. Their heads down as they write. The teacher standing behind you. You sitting at your desk, tits bulging out of your tight blouse. Top buttons undone. Legs apart. Skirt hiked up. As you write, you finger your pussy. Standing above you, his eyes linger on your tits. His cock grows hard. He makes his way back to his desk and sits down.<br /><br />Now he is facing you and his eyes are drawn back to your open legs. He has an unobstructed view of your pussy. With your panties pushed aside allowing your fingers full access. To try to hide his discomfort, he allows his hand to rest casually in his lap, trying to conceal his erection.<br /><br />He pretends not to look at you. His eyes sweep around the classroom, monitoring the other students, all busily writing their essays. When his eyes return to you, he finds you staring straight into his. Your lips are parted in a half smile. You lick them showing your pink tongue. You half close your eyes and continue to finger-fuck your pussy. You put the end of the pen in your mouth, lick it with the tip of your tongue and look your teacher in the eye. Then you take the fingers that you were using to frig your pussy and suck them, slowly and obscenely. The teacher's eyes almost bulge out of his head! He is still staring when the bell rings for the end of the lesson.<br /><br />It takes several seconds for him to snap out of his daydream. Trying to regain his authority, he announces to the class: "T-time's up. Leave your papers turned face down and go to your next lesson!"<br /><br />He remains seated behind the safety of his desk. He dare not stand up with his raging hard-on so evident. You remain in your seat as the other students leave the room.<br /><br />You can see him looking furtively round the room, thinking furiously; looking for somewhere to take you. You smile openly at his confusion and spread your legs even wider, opening your pussy lips with your fingers and offering him a tantalizing view of your hot, wet cunt. <br /><br />He licks his lips nervously then, coming to a decision, he suddenly stands up and walks over to you. Without a word he grabs your arm and pulls you to your feet. Then he half pushes, half drags you to the back of the classroom, opens a door and shoves you into the toilet.<br /><br />Reaching under your skirt, he grabs your panties and yanks them down to your ankles. He lifts you and sits you in the metal sink, forces your legs apart and buries his face between your legs. His mouth eagerly licks, sucks and devours the lips of your pussy. Roughly he inserts one then two fingers into your cunt, pushing them in deeply again and again as he licks and bites your clit. You feel an orgasm building and you wait in anticipation for your body to erupt. But he stops frigging you, leaving you hanging on the brink, groaning with frustration.<br /><br />In one motion he strips off his trousers and jocks then sits on the closed toilet seat. He opens his legs and strokes his cock. He motions for you to kneel on the concrete floor between his legs. Without ceremony, he seizes you by the hair and pushes your head onto his cock. "Open up, bitch," he mutters. "Suck it you slut!" <br /><br />You reach for his cock with both hands and start to lick the head. With a growl, he pushes your hands away. Grabbing you by the hair, he forces his engorged cock deep into your mouth. "Yeah. Take it all you bitch. Swallow my big fat prick, you little cock-sucker!"<br /><br />With his rock-hard prick filling your throat, you gag, unable to breathe, and you feel ready to pass out. Then he pulls out almost completely before renewing his assault. Each time he thrusts, you hear him groan with lust. " Look me in the eye while I fuck your mouth you hot little cock- teaser!"<br /><br />Relentlessly he slams your head down on to his prick as if he was fucking a blow-up doll! Again and again you feel his big cock filling your mouth and invading your throat. You try to relax your throat muscles and swallow his fat prick without choking.<br /><br />Then with a groan , he pulls out and you feel his hot cum spurting onto your face. He sneers, rubbing his prick over your face and slapping your mouth. "Just look at your slutty little face dripping with cum." He pushes his cock back into your bruised and swollen mouth. "Lick it clean, you slut. And for fuck's sake, clean yourself up. You're a mess!" <br /><br />He chuckles aloud, wipes his cock in your hair, slips his pants on and leaves you to clean yourself up as best as you can.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-22525165331669378922009-06-08T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-20T10:42:56.171-07:0018 and Lusting for Lover's DadThe house was empty with the exception of Tracy and Kris, his youngest son, Klaus and of course, his and Trina's first grandchild, Kristian. <br /><br />The place was now quiet with Kristian and Klaus asleep and the rest of the kids were away for the weekend. Worse, he was horny as hell the first time in weeks and was missing Trina. They hadn't even gotten in a good fuck before she left for Australia.<br /><br />He then wandered out to the kitchen to get a drink, finding Tracy in her baby doll pajamas. It was later than he had realized; apparently Kris had gotten too far in his paperwork to notice until now.<br /><br />Tracy was startled. "Kris, hi!"<br /><br />"Sorry to scare you, Trace," he smiled at his son's pretty girlfriend.<br /><br />"Did you get your work done?" she asked.<br /><br />"Most of it. I think I'm going to relax in the living room for a bit."<br /><br />"Mind if I join you since Kristian is asleep?"<br /><br />"Go nuts," he grinned. Company sounded good right about now.<br /><br />Tracy then sat beside him on the couch, watching TV and chatting before somehow, the conversation turned to their respective partners and sex. Tracy could sense Kris was stressed, not to mention the rise in his pants was not lost on her.<br /><br />She then did something Kris never expected.<br /><br />Tracy then slid over closer to him and put her hand on his crotch, rubbing it gently. <br /><br />"You know, I could do something about that," she purred, indicating his slight hard-on.<br /><br />"Tracy, you're still a teenager, Gus' girlfriend and I'm married besides. We'd be playing with fire. And you know the mess that is going on down at the office. I sure as hell don't need this to get out."<br /><br />"I won't tell anyone if you won't," she said huskily, not taking her hand off Kris' dick.<br /><br />With the eighteen year old beauty's underlying offer to fuck him and her hand on his crotch, and the stress he had over the last several weeks as well as missing Trina, Kris felt a twinge of excitement stir in him. <br /><br />Still, he felt odd accepting an offer for sex from a teenager, even one as sexy as Tracy.<br /><br />"You know, Kris," Tracy began as she continued stroking his bulge. "I always thought you were pretty hot and wondered what it was like to have sex with you."<br /><br />"Any cock in a storm, huh?" he finally joked.<br /><br />"I guess. But I'm horny and you said you and Trina haven't done it much lately." <br /><br />She had a point there. Besides, who would know if Tracy and he went at it one time? Trina was about to land in Australia, Gus was at a college weekend, Klaus and Kristian were asleep and wouldn't know any better anyway, and the twins were away at a sleepover party.<br /><br />Tracy was still rubbing his cock, getting Kris worked up more. <br /><br />"So….you want to go have some fun with a hot, younger woman and let me give you some sweet relief from all that tension?"<br /><br />She didn't have to ask twice. They were practically dragging each other into the bedroom shortly after.<br /><br />One they were there, Kris locked the door and they fell onto the bed, fondling and kissing each other before she took her nightie off and was braless underneath it.<br /><br />Those sexy, firm tits were now on display for him. He found her body not unlike Trina's, still gorgeous even after having a baby. He was very turned on by now.<br /><br />"You like what you see?" she said, fondling them in her hands.<br /><br />"God, you got a nice pair there, baby," Kris said, taking one of them into his mouth as he gently squeezed the other.<br /><br />"Mmmmmmmmmmm," he moaned, sucking the other tit, then gently biting her nipples as Tracy sighed and moaned.<br /><br />"Ohhhhhh, Kris," she moaned softly. "Suck my tits!"<br /><br />He worked a little more on her firm mounds before he took his mouth off of them, standing up to peel off his pants and shirt, and his dick was VERY hard and throbbing now. <br /><br />Kris stroked it a little, asking Tracy in a teasing manner if she knew what to do with an older guy.<br /><br />In response, he got a blow job that totally blew his mind. God, he thought Trina gave great head, but Tracy had it down to an art! <br /><br />She sucked his dick from tip to base, back and forth, swirling her tongue around his dick head and gently biting Kris' balls, before he'd gotten over five minutes of the best deep throat sucking he'd experienced to this day.<br /><br />"God, that is great, baby," he panted. "You give some great head there."<br /><br />She only winked at him, not missing a beat sucking his manhood.<br /><br />"Ohhhhhhhh Tracy...it's been so long since I had my dick sucked...you're so fucking good, baby...such a great mouth on you..."<br /><br />Her mouth stood on Kris' dick for a few more minutes before he had to reluctantly take her off of it; if he had let her keep it up, he would have definitely cum way too soon. <br /><br />"You liked that," she stated matter of factly, smiling at him.<br /><br />"Baby, that was hot as hell."<br /><br />"I thought of something else to make you feel real good, too," she grinned before mounting Kris' cock.<br /><br />"Jesus, you fuck a guy on top?!" he asked, both surprised and totally delighted.<br /><br />"You like this? Does Trina do this to you?"<br /><br />"Not for a long time, baby," Kris panted as Tracy had his entire throbber in her surprisingly tight snatch, bouncing up and down. <br /><br />"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, Kris!" she cried. "Your cock feels so good in me! Oh, Kris, fuck me!"<br /><br />"Ride me, Tracy," he panted harder as his hips bucked up to join her in fucking. "Ride me, baby, you're so fucking hot!"<br /><br />As she pumped up and down on his cock harder, her tits bounced in time with their fucking. He reached up and grabbed both of them, pulling her down to suck her nipples as she fucked his cock.<br /><br />She then let out a soft cry as her body began to shiver.<br /><br />"You gonna cum, baby? Huh? Come on, baby, I want you to let go a good cum for me while you fuck that cock!"<br /><br />"God, Kris, fuck me!"<br /><br />"Oh yeah, you are so ready to cum!"<br /><br />"Yes! I'm going to cum!" she finally yelled out as Kris felt her cunt quiver with her orgasm as it wrapped tighter around his long-neglected tool.<br /><br />"Dammit, fuck me!" she cried louder. "Fuck!"<br /><br />Kris then reached up and grabbed her by the waist, slamming her down on his cock to really let her experience a hard cum.<br /><br />"Oh fuck me more, Kris!" she cried out, cumming hard now. "Fuck! I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmming! Fuck me...fuck!"<br /><br />It seemed she'd cum for a long time before her body finally relaxed, not taking her eyes off of him nor slowing down on his cock the entire time.<br /><br />Kris' dick still lodged deep into her pussy, he rolled them over until Tracy was underneath him, then fucked her with every inch of strength in his body.<br /><br />"Kris, yessssss!!! Fuck the shit out of me! Fuck!"<br /><br />"Ohh shit, baby, you are so hot!"<br /><br />"Don't stop," Tracy panted, definitely enjoying his cock in her snatch. "Fuck me more! Harder!"<br /><br />He may have been considerably older than his son's girlfriend and the mother of his grandchild, but Kris wanted to show her that even older guys can keep up with the likes of her in bed.<br /><br />And there was no question Tracy was enjoying every minute of it.<br /><br />"Ohhhhhhhhhhh God, Kris," she cried, grabbing his ass. "Give me more of your cock! Fuck me!"<br /><br />He fucked her missionary for several more minutes before he pulled out his cock and turned her over, entering her hot, dripping cunt again from behind and giving it to her doggy style.<br /><br />"You're really enjoying this," he said when he felt her about to cum again, gently slapping her ass.<br /><br />"You're sooooo hot, Kris...oh, God, fuck me harder.. I'm going to cum again...fuccccccck ME!"<br /><br />Tracy then had another crashing orgasm; he felt her juices covering his cock as she came. <br /><br />Again, he fucked her even harder and went deeper into her pussy just so she would have a great cum.<br /><br />She came a couple more times while they fucked doggy, screaming at Kris to fuck her more, harder, deeper, faster!<br /><br />"Jesus Kris, fuck the shit out of me! Fuck me!"<br /><br />"Oh God, Tracy!" he called. <br /><br />"Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...FUCK!"<br /><br />He was so into the hot sex Tracy was so freely giving him, Kris almost didn't feel the cum working its way up from his balls and about to shoot through his cock.<br /><br />He hadn't even thought of using anything and was reluctant to cum into her; the last thing he needed was for her to get pregnant again. Especially with [I]his[/I] child.<br /><br />"Tracy...got to pull out. Baby, I'm going to cum!"<br /><br />"No, Kris!" she protested. "Fuck me more till you cum! I want you to shoot it in me! Cum in me!"<br /><br />"Tracy...oh God...I can't..."<br /><br />"I'm on the fucking pill now so Gus doesn't knock me up again…fuck me and shoot it in my pussy!" she cried louder. <br /><br />"Dammit, Kris, fucking cum in my pussy!" <br /><br />"You want this cum, baby?" he asked, feeling better that she used protection and as I felt the first shot of his load approaching. <br /><br />"Give it to me, Kris. Give me all that cum you got! Fill it with that hot cream! Cum in my pussy!"<br /><br />"Shit! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum in your hot little cunt!"<br /><br />His cock then blew what seemed to be an eternity of bottled up cum deep into Tracy's box; Kris felt as if he was shooting wads of it in Tracy's pussy as she squealed with happiness feeling his hot semen pass into her.<br /><br />When Kris finally finished, he gave a couple more thrusts in and out of her cunt before he pulled out.<br /><br />"God Kris," she breathed when he collapsed beside her, "You must have been really horny to fuck me that good!"<br /><br />"You don't even know the half of it, Tracy," he said. <br /><br />It hadn't really hit him until later, and then he was embarrassed and guilt ridden about what had happened with the girl that was a little more than half his age.<br /><br />Good God! He just had sex with his son's girlfriend! Worse, he had ENJOYED IT!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-72681039761513592872009-06-07T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-20T10:41:48.056-07:0015 MinutesWe are taking a break, and you are sitting in the guest chair of my cubicle. You're wearing those streaked blue jeans that I like so much. I am so use to seeing you in shirt and tie and thus the tight black t-shirt is distracting, not only because it is tight but because it is out of the norm. I wonder if you are distracted too. Usually you see me in heels and hose, a skirt and suit jacket. Do my lace edged grey leggings and grey pleated mini skirt distract you too -- distract because it is so short, because it is out of the norm.<br /><br />We are shooting the bull far and wide when you ask me 'What would you do with 15 minutes without consequences'. I know you think of me as a political animal and expect me to say that I would love to be in the meeting with Mayor and Union right now. Or maybe you expect me to say that I would walk into the Exec offices and tell them how mind-numbingly stupid their timetable on this project is since we are here again on another Saturday night. But that's not what I'm thinking I'd do with 15 minutes without consequences. I'm thinking about your hair again and those thoughts lead me to other places.<br /><br />Rather than chasing some political intrigue, I would swivel my chair around to face you. Because you are tall (oh so much taller than I), dark and handsome, I would take your hands and pull you to your knees and situate you between my thighs. Now, with the image of you between my thighs, I find I am semi roused from this fantasy and for some reason recall a punchline of sorts that make me smile. 'Oh waiter, could I have some more napkins? A smoking hot engineer just fell in my lap and now I'm all wet.' But back to the fantasy, where we are, finally, face to face. I can look you straight in the eyes. Those dark eyes that set me a quiver when you narrow them and give me a wry smile (really, actual quivering -- freaked me out the first time it happened). <br /><br />But it's you hair that starts to break through these imposed office barriers. I WANT to run my hands through your hair. And I would, at last, find out how soft or wiry your hair is, as it passed under my palms (does the styling product keep it up or just in place?). I would close my fingers together, capturing your hair and gently pull up, combing your hair. Again and again.<br /><br />At this point I know if this wasn't just a late night fantasy that my finger tips would be twitching to touch more of you. Leaning in a bit, I imagine my left hand would gently palm your shoulder and slide back till it was cupping your shoulder blade. Then starting slowly at the right side of your forehead (on my left) with the fingertips of my right side I would trace out your hairline. Across you forehead, down the left side of your face, behind your ear. Moving so slowly, self absorbedly enjoying the tingling in my fingertips. Tracing back and around on to that small strip of skin on the back of your neck, between your hairline and your shirt collar. (Do you know that I pause everyday that I walk up behind you, as you are seated in your cube, and stare at that exposed flesh that just calls out to me to be bitten.)<br /><br />With my hand firmly holding the back of your neck I'd lean in further, much further -- chest to chest - and then inhale deeply at the base of you neck. What do you smell like? What do you smell like? What do you smell like? In such close quarters as we work, I still don't know what you smell like. <br /><br />In my fantasy, when I can finally identify your smell and after I have etched it into olfactory memory, I cock my head upward and gently suck in your earlobe. In my mouth I plan to treat this perfect lobe like my favorite candy (the ones you tease me about). Tenderly wetting and warming it (to start the chocolate melting), rhythmically sucking it (to really taste the dark, dark chocolate), swirling my tongue around it, under it, and over it (to enjoy the full mouth pleasure of it all), and with then one hard bite to begin to the finish up chewing and swallowing ( that's how to get to the intense mint that makes me gasp with that wide mouth "O" -- and hopefully you are gasping by now too).<br /><br />With your candy earlobe lavishly consumed, I would slightly reposition hands, and arms, and face, and then I would use my cheek to mark your cheek ( just like a cat uses the side of its face to mark its territory). Down stroke, up stroke. Down stroke, up stroke. Your smooth shaved skin and your cut close beard slipping then prickling my soft cheek would set my mouth watering and my eyes rolling up, closed tight, breathing hard and slow. Umami is the only word that comes to mind at this point as I begin to ache for more of you.<br /><br />At the top of the final up stroke, near your cheekbone, I would begin to trace down your hard jaw line with the tip of my nose. My breath bouncing off your skin back onto my skin hotter than when it left my body. At the center of your chin, my nose would begin to ascend till the tip of my nose met the deep round of your lower bottom lip (no doubt with a light shiver as it passed through your goatee). <br /><br />There I would slightly widen the part between your lips. Gently, firmly kissing those beaujolais colored lips of yours. Eventually, with my mouth open wide, my tongue would slip out to lightly lap at the under bow of your upper lip as you too opened your mouth wider, wanting more. Thinking of how long you would let be suck your bottom lip ...<br /><br />And then you ask me what I'm thinking about. I notice I am completely lost in thought, breathing slow and deep. So I force myself to breath normally again. And I begin to remember that I'm married and that you have a long term girlfriend. And I think that there would be consequences. You ask again, 'So what would you do with 15 minutes without consequences?' I say 'I don't have the slightest idea'. But with that lie, I begin to wonder what I could do with an hour without consequences.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26816327.post-27340308354458150452009-06-06T04:00:00.000-07:002009-06-20T10:41:12.889-07:0010:30 a.m. Come On OverSarah and I had lived with one another for over a year but had decided to separate after our relationship degraded to a point to where we both simply quit trying. She was now living with a new boyfriend and had asked me to come pick up some things I had left that she had gathered together during the last few months. “Ron (her new boyfriend) and I are getting tired of looking at this stuff” she had told me over the phone. She liked to throw his name out all over the place, I guess to show me she was “over” me. <br /><br />I was fine with that but even though I had never met Ron, I knew there was one area Sarah had not quite completely moved on with. On several occasions Sarah had secretly called me, pretending like she needed something, but the conversations always seemed to contain sexual innuendoes and remarks. <br /><br />If there was one area that Sarah and I did not need to improve on, it was in the bedroom. Her bedroom personality was exactly the same as her real self: quite, caring, and attentive. She tended to be very submissive and obedient to my wants and as I usually would act aggressively with her. She seemed to receive a sexual charge from being “taken” or instructed. We had never gone as far as to have sex since we broke up but it always seemed like it was a possibility. I thought about it more as I drove over to our old apartment. I hadn’t been with anyone since Sarah and my urges were giving me a little extra courage that I normally didn’t display. <br /><br />When I walked in and saw her I was instantly aroused at the memory of her body as I saw her breasts pushing against the cut off top she was wearing. Obviously braless, the outline of her soft nipples protruded from the soft cotton shirt. She was busy putting things away and straightening up as she talked to me, all the while my eyes scanned her body and movements. She bent over in front of me several times as she gathered a group of magazines, each time affording me a glimpse of a small, firm breast and a large nipple that used to fit perfectly into my hands and mouth. <br /><br />On one occasion as she sat there on her knees, I handed her one of the magazines she was gathering and I brushed my hand against her bare knee and ran it up very high along her thigh. She said nothing but her attention was made to me as the next time she bent over, I noticed her once soft nipples were now firm and hard. As arousing as this was, I began hardening in earnest when she rose and walked by me. I saw a full view of her and thought briefly of how much I wanted to take her away from the man who now knew her body. <br /><br />I was jealous when I thought of how Ron’s hands would look rubbing her feet, her thighs, her shoulders. I imagined of all the times I had placed my hands and fingers around her waist and stomach and had gripped her tightly as I filled her with my cock. Now Ron was doing these things and I wanted her. When she returned I grabbed her and quickly hosted her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her feet into me at the base of my back. She never made the first protest. Not when I pushed her back into the wall, not when I ripped her flimsy shorts from her body, and not even when I unzipped my pants and released my very hard and throbbing cock. <br /><br />She looked at me once as if to say something but then simply half turned her head and lowered her chin onto my shoulder. As she bowed her head to my chest, I knew she was surrendering herself to our needs. She was accepting the fact that she was betraying her lover and, once again, was allowing me to fuck her and please her body. She knew there was no love or emotional tie between us, just a need to be satisfied in a physical way. Yearning and conceding, she whimpered a muffled cry as I pushed my thick head into her, parting her wet, swollen lips. Without another thought, I roughly buried my entire length into her until I felt the familiar feel of he pelvic bones against me. With an animalistic lust, I quickly took her over and over. <br /><br />Squeezing my hands around her waist now, I had replaced Ron and she knew that her true love for him could not match her physical desire for me. Relentlessly, I stroked her, again and again, as her hands struggled to find ways to ease her feelings. She clawed into me roughly, then ran her fingers past my shoulders and arms, unable to find a balance between the pleasure and pain of it all. Shortly, her body began indicating to me that she was about to orgasm and her movements intensified. <br /><br />Remembering that she had always had a major fear of being impregnated and the cleanliness of her orgasms, I decided to exact my mastery over her completely. As she neared her peak, she struggled to release from me as she always had, trying not to cum while I was still in her but I wouldn’t allow her. Finally, her body betrayed her and she erupted into a powerful, moaning climax as she continued to ride my long, satisfying shaft. <br /><br />She began weeping as we felt her hot womanly juices begin to trickle down her thighs and onto me, all the while whispering to me, “why? Why? How could you….you know how I feel about that.” Without reply, I turned my attention to my final satisfaction and Sarah quickly realized in a half terror of my intentions. After a very brief struggle to separate from me, she again submitted to me and allowed me to bring my self to a feverish orgasm of my own. <br /><br />Straightening her back and arms, she whipped her head up and looked directly at me for the first time as she received wave after wave of my thick seed. In waves of cum, I shot load after load directly inside her for the first time ever. I felt like a conqueror as I was confident of the fact that I had just made use of her body in a way that Ron never had. I lowered Sarah's bare feet onto the floor and left her there, lying by the wall covered with my sperm and sweat. As I left I told her I would return when I needed her again. Her only response was to raise her head and say, “I know. And I know I will let you.”Unknownnoreply@blogger.com