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0 | 11th Anniversary | Ms_Flibble | Anal | 2005-02-24 | 2005-02-24 | 2022-01-08 09:36:16 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/11th-anniversary | He arrives home to find wife is the gift. | ['Arch Back', 'Ass Still', 'Back Sofa', 'Butt Plug', 'Cock Pussy', 'Hear Groan', 'Pull Cock', 'Put Cock', 'Ready Put', 'Sit Sofa'] | 3.78 | You arrive home from work on the evening of our anniversary, you lock the door behind you. You come into the living room to find me waiting for you dressed just the way you like...
I have my black stiletto boots on with black fishnet stockings and suspenders. The black dress I'm wearing shimmers in the dim light and is so short you can see the tops of my thighs peeping out invitingly. My tits are trussed up under my chin and my hair hangs loose down my back. I look at you through from behind heavy dark make-up, waiting for your approval.
You move me up against the wall and raise my hands above my head. The restraints are in place on wall ready for you to put my wrists in. Once restrained you lift up my dress to reveal my ass, then step back to get a good look at me. Running your fingers softly over my ass cheeks makes me quite weak at the knees. You hear me gasp so you make me spread my legs, telling me to stick my ass out and arch my back, making the tension on my wrists increase and I can't move at all.
From no where your hand comes crashing down on my ass making me cry out. You smack me again before holding your hand there so it doesn't sting too much and so you can feel the heat you've produced from my skin. Removing your hand you see the redness build and can't resist smacking me again and again and again!
Now it really hurts and I'm surprised when you get on your knees and start to kiss and lick and bite on my sore ass cheek. Reaching under me you feel the wetness you've caused. Encouraged by this you delve your hand in deeper shoving all four fingers mercilessly into my soaking pussy.
I throw my head back in complete ecstasy, loving the attention I'm getting. You then remove your hand and place both of them on my ass cheeks, spreading them wide so you have full view of my ass hole. You shove your face at my ass, your tongue licking and lapping at my hole. You stab at it now, tongue fucking my ass!
You take the beaded butt plug that you brought home with you as a gift for me and work it into my ass bead by bead. Each one causing me pain and pleasure, but once in you don't move them, you simply tell me that you'll be back for it later. Right now you want to fuck my pussy.
Still in my restraints you push my feet as far apart as possible without me breaking my already straining wrists. Standing behind me, you grab my hips, move your groin forward and thrust your cock into my pussy, straight in and deep.
I arch my back more so my back is almost touching your chest. You reach round and grab my tits, all the while your fucking my pussy with slow, fierce movements. Twisting my nipples and grabbing handfuls of my tits you start to move faster. In and out, in and out. I drop my head and shoulders making your hands leave my tits and you place them on my hips.
My ass is still red from the spanking you gave me earlier, yet this doesn't stop you from smacking my ass cheeks with both hands, grabbing at them violently. All this abuse leaves you wanting to give me more than just a spanking. Removing your cock from my pussy you again stand back to admire your work and can see my once perfect make-up is starting to smudge under my eyes and a fine film of sweat glistens on my skin.
My tits have jumped out of the top of my tight bra and now touch my chin. Whilst I pant open mouthed, the butt plug juts out from my red ass and I am all the more aware of it now your cock is no longer in my pussy. You step in towards me, pointing your dick at my ass, I'm confused by this as you haven't removed the butt plug, but all becomes more clear to me when I hear you let out a groan as you watch your own piss run down my ass cheeks.
As I feel your warm piss run down the back of my legs I feel totally humiliated. I'm grateful when you undo the wrist restraints, unfortunately I don't realise that I have gone completely jelly-legged and drop to my knees before you. Taking this as an invitation you shove your piss stinking cock into my mouth, making me swallow down as I gag.
Your cock slightly placid from the pee-break, is in my mouth waiting to be sucked back to it's full glory. I look up at you from under my eyelashes as I close my lips around you and suck your cock. I make sure I use my tongue to move it around my warm, wet mouth, flicking it over the tip of your cock. I put my hand around the shaft, gripping you tightly, but not too tight, moving up and down all the while.
You pull your cock out my mouth and grab a handful of my hair, forcing my head back. I open my mouth to welcome your saliva as you dribble onto my waiting tongue. You brush my hands away from you and then direct my mouth over your cock telling me to "open wide". You put your cock into my mouth, and slide it all the way down my throat.
I cant breathe through my nose properly from the wetness around my nostrils and your stomach in my face. I gag and splutter yet you continue to hold the back of my head, gripping my hair tighter, just holding your cock in my throat for a while. You pull your cock out, allowing me a precious lung full of air before slapping my face and shoving my mouth onto your cock once again.
But this time my mouth is shut and I'm far less welcoming. You could care less! You pinch my nose, and force your cock through my lips and teeth. I give in, but suck hard hoping to gain more air. You shove your cock in further and get a rhythm going. Fucking my throat like it was a pussy!
After really working my mouth and throat over, you go to the sofa. Instead of sitting down though, you get on your knees, lean your head and arms on the back of the sofa and present your ass to me. I crawl behind you and head straight for your hole. My tongue wet and numb from the cock sucking I have no idea it feels so hard to you.
You love it! I hear you groan as I stab and spit at your hole. Really lapping at your ass, my whole face is in there whilst my hand reaches under you and strokes your cock. I turn over and move my attention to your balls, taking them into my mouth I gently suckle on them. Your ass still wet, I reach up and place a finger at the entrance, gently pressing over and over again. Each time getting a bit further in.
You pull your balls from my mouth and replace them with your cock. From this angle I have no choice but to accept it and it goes all the way down my throat. You fuck my throat for longer this time as it's easier for me to breathe, I don't put up any resistance and neither do you as I continue to finger fuck your ass.
My instinct tells me your about to cum but then you remember the butt plug is still in my ass. Pulling out of my throat quickly, you jump up and order me to sit on the sofa with my ass on the edge of the seat. I do so and lie back with my legs spread so you can see the butt plug sticking out from my ass. Pleased that I kept a firm grip of it throughout the session so far, you kneel in front of me with your cock poised and ready.
You first put your cock in my pussy, looking down on it, watching it go in and out, getting wet and juicy. You put your hand around the butt plug and begin to slowly remove it, bead by bead, still thrusting in and out of my pussy. I let out a moan as each thrust into my pussy is equaled with a bead being pulled out of my ass - it feels amazing!
Once the butt plug is fully out, you remove your cock from my pussy and watch with delight as it disappears up my ass hole. My feet are on your shoulders and my hands are on my pussy, my fingers seeking my clit. You look down at me whilst you fuck my ass, loving every minute of the tightness and nastiness of this. I smile when you turn your head and lick the leather of my boots.
Once you're sure my ass is willing to accept the girth of your cock, you tell me to stand up. You sit down on the sofa where I was a moment ago and beckon me to you. I come straight for you and straddle you, thrusting my tits in your face as I grip the back of the sofa, I come down hard on your cock with my pussy. I'm going to fuck you like this for a while! And I do fuck you furiously for some time with my pussy, but I know you want my ass - no problem...
As I raise up your cock falls from my pussy and I use my hand to guide it into my waiting ass. Still in the same position I lower and raise my ass on your cock. Gripping my hips, you pull me down as you thrust up, making the impact so much more powerful. This being far deeper than I've taken a cock in my ass before, I can't help but scream out.
You practically throw me off you and jump up, dragging me to the wall once again. You put both my hands behind my back telling me to spread my ass cheeks, which I do immediately. You press your body up against mine. My face is up against the wall as you drive your cock into my ass. My tits hurt as they get repeatedly crushed on the wall as you fuck my ass harder and faster.
One of your arms is tightly wrapped around my waist as you hold me close and your muscles tighten. Your fingers dig into the flesh of my mouth where I'm sucking the fingers of your free hand and I know you are about to cum.
With a final burst of fast thrusts, you seemingly freeze as your cock pumps cum into my bowels. I feel it shoot in me as my own orgasm takes hold and I can't help but clench and force myself back onto you.
We gasp and moan and shudder together enjoying the final release of climax. We stay like this until we move apart and take a look at one another. What a mess! Maybe a shower is in order before dinner? |
1 | 15 Minutes Of Distraction | Miss Oatlash | Anal | 2004-06-23 | 2004-06-23 | 2022-01-08 09:36:17 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/15-minutes-of-distraction | Perfect end to a hard day. | ['Feel Dick', 'Tip Dick', 'Vase'] | 3.28 | I'm sitting in my office, tired after a very long day. Luckily, it has been a productive one...I did not have useless meeting all day today, and my desk is almost clear. Wow, could it stay this way for a while, I wonder?
I am tired, but pleasantly so. My thoughts wander away from work as I stare out the window overlooking the downtown pedestrian mall. It is late; everyone has left the building; and I see the long shadows from the setting sun streaking across to the east. It is my favorite time to be alone in my office.
But tonight, I hear an unexpected noise from the hall. Probably the cleaning woman, making her way through the building. I think little of the noise and return to my fantasies.
Suddenly, a shadow appears in my doorway. I look over and there you stand, smiling in on me as if you have caught me doing something naughty. My, how nice you look, so comfortable in your khakis and polo shirt - perfect for the beautiful spring weather.
Without so much as a word between us, we come together. Your arms encircle my waist as I lift my face towards your lips. Oh, how warm and wet your mouth feels...how sweet the taste of your lips and tongue. A fire rushes through my body.
As your hands slowly rub up and down my back, my hands find their way to your ass and I give you a quick and friendly squeeze of welcome. Your hands move to pull my sweater over my head, eager to feel my breasts. Oh, how I've waited for this! You pull my bra over my head and caress my breasts firmly, squeezing my nipples between your thumb and forefinger. I squeal in delight, and the urgency of your touch travels from my nipples to my cunt, instantly soaking my panties.
I lift the shirt over your head, and then reach for your belt. It doesn't take long to remove your pants and lower your briefs so that I can have access to your dick. My right hand reaches under your balls, caressing them with just enough pressure to make you squirm. My left hand slides up your shaft from bottom to top, and circles the tip of your dick.
I can't wait to get you into my mouth. I pull you over to the chair at my desk, and sit you down, legs apart, as I kneel in front of you. I lower my mouth to your cock, and flick my tongue over the tip. No, you can't put it all the way in yet...I want you to beg me to suck you! I will tease your shaft and the tip of your dick...I will nibble your balls until you beg me to take you all the way into my mouth...and when I do, you will understand the sheer pleasure that my mouth can give you!
I take you all the way in. You can feel your dick hitting the back of my throat and you wonder why I don't gag. I love the sensation of your cock in my mouth - the feel, the taste - and I love to hear your moans of pleasure as your passion builds.
But you have a few plans of your own, and you tell me to stop sucking you for a while. You have noticed a few items in my office and gotten a few ideas of your own.
You grab the scarf from my desk - discarded there hours ago when I arrived at work. You pull me up off my knees and tell me to do as you say, or the consequences will be severe. The tone in your voice warns me not to question you.
You lean me over the desk, and pull my skirt off. Next, my panties. You use the scarf to tie my hands to the legs on the desk, so that I cannot get up or even move from side to side. I am completely in your control, just as you have planned.
There is a bud vase on the desk with one perfect rose in it, a gift you sent me earlier in the day. You remove the rose and rub its petals along my back, gently teasing and tickling me with its softness. The rose makes its way along my back, further and further down, until it finds my ass. Oh, what a soft feeling...those petals rubbing along my sweet butt.
Ouch! That was a thorn! I jump! You laugh! "That will teach you to get too comfortable, my dear," you say. "Never forget that pain and pleasure are not so far apart!"
You are finished with the rose for now, but not with me. Next, you grab the bud vase, perfectly suited for your needs. You trickle the cool water out of the vase onto my back, and it drips slowly down the slope of my back and into the crack of my ass. How cool and nice that feels!
The vase is empty, and you lean over me, whispering in my ear to spread my legs for you. I do so immediately, waiting breathlessly for what will come next.
I feel the vase, so cool, so hard, rubbing against my ass, down to my slit and up to my clit. Oh, how wonderful...you rub gently, and then with more intensity. The vase fits so perfectly against my cunt, and I am so wet with excitement. Please! Rub me harder!
You answer my silent yearnings by placing the vase at the opening of my cunt. You lean over and tell me that you're going to fuck me with this perfect vase, just to get me ready for your dick. And then you move the vase inside me...one inch, two inches, three, four...until the entire 8 inch glass fits into my pussy!
You pull it out slowly, and then shove it HARD back inside me! Oh god! What a wonderful feeling. You reach around and rub my clit with your fingers and the feeling is more than I can handle.
OOOOOHHHHHHH! I scream as my body contracts in an orgasmic rush of hot cum, coating the glass vase with my juices.
It takes me a few minutes to regain my sense of self, and when I do, I discover that you have taken that vase, wet with my cum, and put it inside my ass. Oh...I can't believe how quickly my passion rises again. Oh! Fuck my ass with that sweet vase...fuck me hard and fast! Slide it up as far as possible!
My orgasm takes me to a new height of ecstasy...
As you remove the vase from my asshole, you lean over and I can feel your dick next to my cunt. You have watched my face flush with orgasmic pleasure and you are ready to fuck me. I am ready to be fucked by your big, hard dick. You fuck me long and hard, taking enough time to enjoy the wonderful, very wet feeling of my cunt, full of pussy juice from my two previous orgasms, and filling again as you take me - yet a third time - to a new and wonderful place where only you can lead me.
Your orgasm erupts inside me, and I am filled with your sweet cum... |
2 | 18th Birthday | TheAlpha89 | Anal | 2017-11-16 | 2017-11-16 | 2022-01-08 09:36:19 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/18th-birthday-3 | A wonderful day to turn 18. | ['Anal', 'Gloryhole', 'Road Head', 'School'] | 3.66 | 18th birthday to remember
So today is my 18th birthday. I'm crazy exciting to finally be an adult. As I sit up in bed and ponder of what it's gonna be like being an actual adult, my cell phone rings. "Hey big boy, Happy Birthday. Hope you're not busy this weekend, because it's gonna be one your never gonna forget." The weekends with my aunt are always thrilling, but I wonder what she had planned. A few years ago, she got drunk while I was over and we ended up having sex in her pool.
So I get up, and sit down at my computer, butt naked, and start to stroke my cock to some sexy pictures that my aunt has emailed me. I do this every so often. But this morning has got me so excited to see what she has planned for the weekend. I shoot my load into a towel, clean up, shower and then head to school.
At school my mind can't get off my aunt. I swear my cock was semi hard all damn day. One classmate even noticed it and decided to text me during class. 'Happy birthday. I can see ur as excited as me for the day. Weight room during lunch.' Ashley was pretty cute, with a nice little butt, but god had blessed her with some 32D cup breasts. When lunch came, I walked into the weight room and turn the corner. I see her on the mats, on her knees, blouse unbuttoned, no bra. It was a perfect sight, so I acted like it was nothing and pretended like I was texting someone. But what she didn't realize is that I was pulling out my camera app to take a picture of her in that pose. She became a little upset until she saw the flash go off on my phone.
She then crawled over to me, pulled out my cock. And with a seductive sound, as my cock was resting on her cheek, she told me happy birthday. She proceeded to suck my cock. Being sloppy with it, attempting to deep throat it. Cradling my balls, massaging em. She does this for about 5-10 minutes. Then release my cock, turns around n lowers her pants to show me her little bubblebutt she has. It's so round and so smooth that I whip out my phone and take another picture. I get down n rub my cock on the lips of her pussy, she's soaking wet by this point. I just want to slide on in, but before I lunge forward, I ask her "Are you on birth control? She replies with a yes, and before she has time to finish telling me yes. I push all 10" of my cock into her, awaiting wet as fuck pussy. She almost screams. I have to gag her with my hand till she calms down. "I've never been with someone this big, it feels amazing. Don't ever stop." She tells me, more like in a moaning sound. As I'm fucking her I remember that Terri loves it when I play with her ass, so I start rubbing Ashley's cute little butthole. She seems into it so I push my thumb into her ass. She screams in pleasure. I stop and look around to see if anyone heard her. No one did so we're in the clear.
I lean forward n whisper in her ear, "You mind if I fuck your pretty ass for a bit." She replies, "Yes, but go slow." So I pull my cock out, line it up with her cute ass and start pushing forward. I grab her hips as the tip slips in. She reaches back panting to spread her ass as wide as it'll go. I burry all 10" into her ass. You can see her just squeezing her ass cheeks so hard. So I start fucking her ass slow at first. But once I feel her ass get used to it, I pick up the speed and start ramming her ass. She's in love with it, arching her back, and turning her head around to make out with me.
Just as I'm about to cum, I ask her where she wants it. She says to cum in her ass, nice and deep. So I burry my cock all the way in and unload my entire load into her now destroyed ass. I then get up and walk to the guys locker room to shower. After showering I head into the cafeteria to grab some food, because at this point I'm starving, that fuck session sure did work up an appetite for me.
After school I head out to the parking lot to see Ashley and Jessica standing next to my Jeep Wrangler Unlimited. As I get up to my Jeep, Jess asks me if they can get a ride home. I tell them sure why not.
As we're out in the rode, Jess wishes me a happy birthday, and asks me how it's been so far. I tell her, "Not too bad, could always be better though." She's then like, "Does this make it any better." As she unbuttons her top revealing her cute little 30B cup, pierced nipples, tits.
I immediately say, "Fuck yes it does. But I'm currently driving." She replies with a no problem, and crawls over to me. Pulls my cock out n starts to give me road head. I don't know where but this girl knows how to suck some cock like a damn pornstar.
We pull up to Ashley's house as Jess is still sucking my cock. She releases my cock, sits up, buttons up her top. And asks me how that was. I tell her amazing, better than what Ashley gave me earlier. Ashley hits me in the back of the head for that comment. Jess tells me she's sorry that she could help me finish right now. Told her it was alright. She then asks me what are my plans for the weekend. I told her probably go swimming at my aunts place. Ashley then asks if they can come. I told her I'd have to ask but I wouldn't mind. She grind and said, "Skinny Dipping." I just smiled.
They both got out, but not before each of em kissed me goodbye on my lips and my cock. As they went into the house I drove off. Still hard as a rock. I decide to stroke it a bit while I drive.
As I'm driving with my raging hardon, I come up to a sex store. I heard about this sex store, it has a gloryhole in it. So I thought he'll why not give it a whirl. I park and walk into the store. This cute couple standing at the cash register asks me for I'd. I give it to em, the guy smiles shows his girl, and she wishes me a happy birthday. They ask me how my day has been, I tell em pretty good, had sex at school then got road head before I got here.
I ask them, "So I hear that this place has a gloryhole." He replies with, "Yes we do, we have 8 single booths and 2 couples booth." I ask them what a couples booth was. They told me it's a room where more than one person can go into to play with each other or play with whoever is on the other side of the hole. I tell em sweet, that sounds like a lot of fun. "Do you two ever go play in there?" She tells me, "Ohh yes, almost every day. Why do you ask, do you wanna go in there with me birthday boy." "Sure, why not sweetie." I reply.
So Jasmine and I head back into the couples booth. As I walk in, I see a couch in the middle of the room, with several holes on the walls. I tell her wow there's a lot of holes in here. She tells me that yeah there are 4 booths that share the walls to this booth.
She then starts to kiss me, breaks the kiss for a second to ask me what I wanna do. I tell her I just wanna have fun. An average size cock appears through one of the holes. She breaks our kiss to drop down to her knees to start sucking it. She's really getting into it. She reaches for me n grabs my cock, she pauses for a second. Releases the cock on the wall, turns to me n pulls my pants down. "Ohh My Fucking God! You're huge." She says. I just smile n walk closer. She starts stroking the cock on the wall. Then puts mine in her mouth n starts going to town. Then there's a knock on the wall.
She then releases my cock and goes to the cock on the wall n starts sucking it. Then stops and pauses. She withdraws from the cock as the cock disappears back through the hole. She turns to me and opens her mouth to see it full of that mans cum in her mouth. She then swallows the load in one gulp. Then she stands up, leans forward and kisses me, shoving her tongue into my mouth. She still has cum in her mouth n pushes it into my mouth. I accept it, it doesn't taste half bad actually. She then steps back, "Ohh you like that cum now do ya." I tell her it isn't bad.
Not too later after she cleaned her mouth up another cock appeared through another hole, so she dropped down and starts to suck it. She then stood up and bent over without releasing cock #2. She pulled up her skirt, revealing she wasn't wearing any panties. So I get behind her and sink my cock into her soaking wet pussy. She's not as tight as Ashley but still amazing though. After fucking her awhile and her cumming, the wall knocks so she pops off my cock, turns around n pops cock #2 into her pussy. She tell me moaning that mhmm he's cumming in me n it feels amazing. The guy withdraws his cock from her pussy. After that she walks over n lays back onto the couch. And asks me if I want a taste. So I get down on the floor n dive into her pussy. She tastes amazing. Best pussy I've ever tasted before, even better than Terri's. Then I taste the guys cum, it wasn't as good as the last guys.
She then looks over and says, "Look at what we have here." Two big black cocks are sticking through two of the holes on the same wall. She grabs a ruler and measures the first one at 10", then measures the second one at 12". She then turns to me and says, " Care to join me." Sure why not is my response. So I get down on my knees and lift the semi hard 12" bbc. I lick the tip of it at first. Then take the head into my mouth and suck on just the head for a little bit. Then I start working more into my mouth. I feel it hit the back of my throat, and wonder if I have a gag reflex and if I'm able to deep throat it. So I start pushing it down my throat and before I know it, jasmine is looking over at me and telling me omg I can't believe you have that entire thing in your mouth right now. I release it and come up for air. I couldn't believe it, I just sucked and deep throated my first cock ever.
Thinking to myself, 'ohh why not, you only live once. So I turn around, pull down my pants. And as I'm backing up to this massive cock that I'm about to put in my ass. Jasmine tells me no not yet, your gonna need lube for something that big. So she opens a compartment in the couch that contains lube and condoms. She takes the lube and lubes up the bbc. She then helps guide it into me. I've played with my ass before with fingers, plugs, and dildos before but never an actual cock. I feel the head of his cock pierce my ass, it hurts at first, but then my butt relaxes and I start to push back n slide it all into my ass. It feels amazing stretching my ass. I still can't believe I have an actual cock in my ass right now. And not just any cock a 12" big black cock at that. He starts moving back and forth and it feels amazing. Jasmine continues to jack off the other bbc. As she's doing that she's sucking my cock n playing with my balls. I'm in mere heaven right now. This feels amazing, but then he knocks on the wall. So I pop off his cock and drop to my knees and start stroking. Jasmine helps me. He then starts cumming and it gets all over my face and in my mouth. He tasted amazing, tasted like pineapple. Mhmm. She then licked what was on my face and fed it to me. It was so hott.
She then told me to sit on the edge of the couch. After doing so she squatted down on my cock, sinking my cock into her ass. After sinking, she leaned over and started to suck the other bbc again. She would bounce up and down on my cock as she sucked the bbc. She then leaned back and hopped up off my cock. Turns her head back towards me and says sorry but I need to be filled up. And pushes a button at the top of the wall. The wall the pops open and the guy with the bbc is standing there. She asks him if he cares to join us so she can get double penetrated. So she then hops back on my cock into her ass. As the guy walks up and sinks his cock into her pussy and starts going to town. I can feel his cock with every thrust. It feels amazing. He then says he's about to cum. She tells him to cum in her.
He shoots his load into her. The excitement and thrill sent me over the edge and I cum in her ass as well. The dude gets up and walks back into his boot and closes the wall. She would then lift the couch arm and push a blue button. And not 20 seconds later her man came walking in the front door of the booth. Gets down on his knees, pulls my cock from her ass and starts to suck it clean. Once clean he proceeds to suck all the cum out of her ass and pussy.
She then gets up and walks me to the register after getting dressed and asked me if I had fun. I told her yes. She handed me a key card. And said come back whenever u want. And that key card is for our club downtown. Come by this weekend, we'll treat you right sweetie. |
3 | 1968: A Present Before Hanukkah | VintageChiffon | Anal | 2021-12-05 | 2021-12-05 | 2022-01-08 09:36:20 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/1968-a-present-before-hanukkah | A woman pegs her boyfriend before Hanukkah. | ['1960S', 'Hanukkah', 'Historical Anal', 'Jew', 'Jewish', 'Man Gets Anal', 'Pegging', 'Romantic Pegging', 'Strap-On', 'Strap-On Anal'] | 4 | ***Author's Note***
This story is a companion piece to my earlier story "1969: Ghost Before the Dawn" and a companion piece to any stories in the "1969" series, and related series.
You don't have to read those to understand this story. They are all meant to make sense individually, as well as together.
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It was a morning in early December of 1968 as a couple walked with a few dogs through a rather festive Manhattan. The city was swarmed in Christmas decorations. Store windows showed proud displays of Christmas trees, Christmas lights, wreaths, plastic reindeer, stockings, elves, or the more religious navities and sayings about Jesus.
Even the streets had people dressed as Santa here and there--sometimes for charities, and at least occasionally just creeps who put a holiday spin on exposing themselves to unsuspecting strangers.
The overwhelming holly-jolly throughout the city each year really emphasized to Dorothy the reasons a once mostly-minor Hanukkah became bigger and more present-filled. Of course Jewish children would want to get toys and candies like their Gentile friends and neighbors did. Dorothy certainly did when she was a kid.
Now twenty-two-year-old Dorothy's peach skin was a bit paler and strawberry'd by the icy air, contrasting even more than usual with her bun of tight and fluffy ink curls. She was bundled in layers of black, including a long coat and thick, winter boots, and held onto the leash of a puppy with one of her gloved hands.
It was a welcome distraction from her parents being so-very-subtle about how her ex-boyfriend was still single and being such a handsome, kind careerman, he wouldn't be for long. Oh, he'll make his future in-laws proud... and the unsaid implication that her current boyfriend didn't have those qualities.
Her boyfriend Hiram's own honey skin was a hint lighter too, though still complementing his own black curls and well-trimmed winter beard. He too, was layered and gloved--perhaps a bit uncomfortably, as he really should've taken his rings off first like Dorothy suggested, but he'd declined as usual and didn't have a great way of turning back with a dog leash in each hand for the other two canines--and strolled alongside her.
They were almost back to his apartment, and a good thing too, because fun though it had been, they were ready to get out of the cold.
Besides, they had plans.
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The dogs had been given lots of water and the puppy was put comfortably in his playpen, where he fell asleep almost immediately.
The couple washed up a bit, and Dorothy opted to take down, then readjust her bun and its myriad of pins. A few unruly spirals were allowed to frame her face, now that icy winds wouldn't be using them to destroy her eyes.
She made her way to Hiram's room before he did, removing all her clothes and flopping onto the bed. Dorothy's small breasts were pressed against the deep bronze, elephant-patterned rayon, her shapely ass on display.
Hiram had already done a great deal of preparation, so it didn't take long for him to arrive.
He greeted her with a spank on both cheeks simultaneously, and she chuckled. Dorothy got up to move the rayon, and place a thick, black fabric to comfortably deal with a massive amount of lube.
Hiram was only just finished straightening a corner when Dorothy grabbed his collar and yanked him toward her. She pressed her lips to his, then against his neck as she grasped his black curls with one hand, the other trailing down the fabric of his shirt.
The two worked to undress him, and with a few kisses, they plopped back onto the bed. He rested on his abdomen and she got to work.
Dorothy kissed down his back and over his toned ass, biting a little here and there. Hiram gave a soft sigh as she gently parted the cheeks, sliding her tongue between them to the base of his anus.
He tensed just a moment before again relaxing.
Her tongue was soft and slow as it glided over his tight hole. He twitched against her mouth and gave the slightest sigh.
She went a little faster, allowing her spit to pool down to those big, swollen balls.
Hiram took a shaky breath.
She drummed the cheeks before getting the strap-on from the nightstand, and a whole lot of lube. She poured it on thick.
Dorothy lubed the strap-on further, running her grip over it repeatedly. She gave a puff of air through her nose at how it seemed like a gentle jerk-off of her own, solid glass cock. It'd been a while since they'd done this.
She poured out more lube onto Hiram's ass, massaging it over him and gliding over his anus in slick circles. Slowly, she slipped a finger inside.
Hiram seemed to laugh into the pillow. Dorothy smiled.
The twenty-two-year-old crawled into place. She leaned against him, her face resting on his back for a moment. With a kiss just beneath the shoulder, Dorothy pressed her strap-on to his body.
Relaxed and steady, she entered him.
He twitched ever so slightly, breathing heavier into the pillow.
Then she slid almost all the way out of him, resting the very tip of her glass cock inside.
She pressed further into him. His muffled moans grew just a hint rougher. She slid deeper.
Deeper. Deeper still.
Deeper until the very moment his body swallowed the strap-on, her hips directly upon him.
The woman stayed for just a moment, taking in the powerful sensation for herself, then pulled back, Hiram's tight hole slowly stretching on her glass cock.
He'd turned his face to the side. His eyes were closed and he gave soft breaths through the nose, the slightest smile on an otherwise relaxed face.
She entered again. Pulled back, then again. Again. Again.
It was almost methodical. His moans, twitches and slight tensing beckoned her to continue.
Her pace increased. She kept careful, fluid movements. Her arms surrounded him and she held herself up, sweet kisses at his back. Even with her cock a mere object, Dorothy recognized Hiram's ache for her.
She kissed his face, the best she could, though she couldn't reach well from her position and the two giggled about it.
Dorothy sighed and went just a little faster.
He gave a rough groan.
She pulled out and shifted him to face her.
Dorothy kissed his face again and onto his mouth, the soft beard brushing gently against her.
The woman guided the strap-on back in. Slowly. Delicately.
He held tight to her big ass and pulled her deeper.
Their kisses became ravenous. She gripped a fistful of his hair and dragged his head to her breasts. He took them in his hands and mouth instantly, wetting her nipples as she thrusted harder inside.
His breathing grew heavier, hot against her form. His moans harsh through gritted teeth.
She wet his throbbing cock with her spit and jerked it fast.
Hiram's lips pressed tightly together. Even through his nose, his breathing was rough and chaotic.
The two locked eyes. Dorothy's were entirely wild. She smacked his face and glided her fingers across the skin. He kissed and sucked the tips as his body devoured her cock, and she rubbed his.
Their lips met again. Groans and moans punching at the air.
Hiram gripped her ass and buried his face in her breasts, muffled sounds against her as he unleashed his load, his cum coating her abdomen and the top of her intimate curls.
His ass repeatedly clenched and unclenched the strap-on, which soon slid out with ease.
Dorothy removed it from herself and tossed it aside.
He panted and she gave a soft chuckle before kissing his nose and mouth. She held him.
"I fucking..." Hiram whispered, "I fucking love you, Dor."
"I love you too."
The two kissed and cuddled for a short while.
Dorothy got cleaned up and went to check on the dogs, who were still resting after their long morning out, and was eventually joined by Hiram once more.
He proposed that very Hanukkah. |
4 | 1st Pegging | skier_nw | Anal | 2021-03-04 | 2021-03-04 | 2022-01-08 09:36:21 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/1st-pegging | From Her Perspective - His First Pegging. | ['Anal', 'Anal Sex', 'First Time'] | 4.5 | From her perspective:
After pushing him over onto his back, I let the weight of my body rest against his pelvis, feeling his cock harden while the width of my hips forces his knees apart, all the while kissing him, probing deeply with my tongue, one hand on his shoulder and the other cradling his head. He wasn't going anywhere and I felt no resistance to my gyrating hips dry humping him.
Slowly our lips part and I lean in to his ear whispering, "I'm going to peg you", "Yeah..." he answered raggedly, it was time and we both knew it. With his acceptance, I say, "I want you to be open for me when I fill you with my cock." I love to be verbally dominate, especially when I want to peg a man. And it's incredibly exciting when it's his first time.
This was the moment and I wasted no time, my hands were sure and strong as I undid his jeans, his dick rising up to meet my hand. I pulled his briefs and jeans off. Once he was fully naked, I stood back smiling at his full hardness and the evidence of his desire leaking from the tip of his cock. With him watching, I stripped down to my bra and a special pair of pegging briefs I had on just for this occasion. I loved the idea of embodying both genders at the same time. His eyes glimmered with surprise as I brought out my 7 inch silicone cock and popped it into place. It had a flared head and stood out heavy and proud as I secured it. Such a transformative moment as our male and female roles instantly switched.
I noticed his eyes roaming back and forth from me to my strapon cock as the gravity of the moment was sinking in. I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, then reached up and put one, then two fingers in his mouth. He wasted no time, sucking and swirling his tongue around, moving his head up and down. The feeling of him sucking on my fingers made me to want to take it a bit further.
I straddled his chest, placed a pillow under his head and positioned the tip of my cock on his chin. The surprised look on his face was so innocent. Next, I guided him into a reversed role as easily as breathing. When I firmly stated, "open up", his jaw dropped and I slid the head my cock into his mouth. With words of encouragement, he takes my cock, yes my cock - into his mouth and sucks. I love the moment a man gives up resistance and melts into submission. It's an incredible power rush watching him suck my cock earnestly and treating it like it's real, makes it real. Some part of me extends outward, fills the space the cock occupies and animates it all at once. I'm not just shoving a cock I have strapped to my body past his lips, he's giving me a blow job. I watch his eyes tear as he looks up at me with pleading eyes that say he is ready for more.
I pulled my cock from his mouth and took his cock into my mouth. In one movement I swallowed every inch of him, my nose buried into the soft base. I slowly sucked him as he grew quiet, his quick breaths the only sign of his intense pleasure.
I continued working his dick with my tongue and lips. Pausing to pump lube onto my fingers, I concentrated fully on massaging his ass, slowly rubbing a wet finger back and forth across the opening. Finding little resistance I gently slid one finger in and let it fully sink into him. He gasped then moaned not just about how good it felt but in anticipation of what was going to be happening soon.
Then two fingers inside, circling and stroking his prostate. He loved the way it felt as I pushed right up to the base of my knuckles, stretching him open. I relished the soft breathy moans he made every time my fingers plunged in. "Oh babe, I have 2 fingers deep inside you", I said. He could barely answer. "It means you are ready for my cock". By now he was powerless to resist me, nor did he want to.
I grabbed the bottle of lube and funneled more into his ass with my fingers, then covered my cock as well. I continued to lube him up and work him over. Stopping for a moment to take it all in... looking down at my naked virgin who was about to be fucked in the ass for the first time. And I was the one about to do the fucking. It was very intoxicating. I deftly replaced my fingers with head of my cock. Then with a gentle yet determined push, slid the head inside. There was no turning back from this magical moment and how special it was to give this man his first pegging. Gently easing my way into him, pulling out to the base of the head and then in a little deeper, working my way in, giving him time to adjust to being filled. Each push to a new depth elicited a moan, inspiring me to hurry up and start fucking him.
With half of my cock inside him, I grabbed both of his hips and used my full weight to finish penetrating him in one slow push. The look on his face was priceless, as my cock completely filled him. I leaned down and we passionately kissed. I told him my cock was all the way in and how sexy he was.
For me, it's exciting to have that power, to be in control over a man in this sexually physical way. What I like the most about 'topping' men is seeing them being so vulnerable. I love the sounds they make and the excitement they experience. It is very arousing to me when my man enjoys submitting to anal sex.
As I slowly pumped, he began to relax and embrace the moment. I loved hearing the sounds he made while meeting my thrusts as I filled him over and over. Sometimes I would grind when I was balls deep. Other times I would pull back and thrust forcefully, letting him know he was being fucked. Watching my cock sliding in and out was amazing, I couldn't get enough of it. By now he was focused on the new sensations, excited with every change in rhythm and movement. This was his first time and he was responding sweetly.
Leaning into him, I whispered that I wanted to do him doggy. He rolled over, I pushed his shoulders down which raised his ass to me. What a sight, my masculine man, naked and presenting himself to me, so open, trusting, submissive and wanting more of my cock. This time it slid in easily and I started fucking him in earnest with full strokes. Pulling on his hips to control him while repeatedly filling him was magical. I was fucking him as I liked and he took every inch of my cock. Sometimes changing the angles to see what made him moan the loudest. Then he became very quiet, his head resting sideways on the bed. I could tell he wanted to cum, so I leaned over his back and wrapped my arms around him. Holding him tightly while I stroked his cock and kept up the deep thrusts into his ass. Soon he cried out as his body convulsed, cock spasming as he had a long and explosive climax.
I held him for a minute then slowly withdrew my cock. I laid down beside him as he recovered, stroking his hair and kissing him as his breathing steadied. I told him how amazing he was for his first time and he kissed me passionately. We laid together for a while as I caressed him and playfully grabbed his ass. I asked him to roll over so I could spoon him from behind. I wanted to hold my recently deflowered man and we snuggled.
Later, I lifted his top leg and rested it on mine so now my legs were between his with my cock under his balls. After some kissing and caressing I pulled my hips back and positioned the head of my cock at his ass and before he knew it, I popped inside him. He instinctively pushed back. "You want my cock, don't you"... I said. He was totally mine. After possessing his body, now I've filled his head and took this opportunity to take him again. I started fucking him sideways, lifting his leg higher so I could fill him deeper and he started pushing back with more abandon. Oh yeah I thought to myself, he needs thorough fucking... |
5 | 1STGIRL | KatlynTemplar | Anal | 2017-01-26 | 2017-01-26 | 2022-01-08 09:36:22 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/1stgirl | Young woman is sodomized by her new neighbor. | ['Anal', 'Old And Young', 'Sodomy'] | 4.32 | In Mary's mind, another summer was vanishing without real incident and the halls of a college a few miles away offered little enchantment for Mary's musing. It was February and nearing the end of summer when the wind and air change as frequently as a woman's fancy but this would be Mary's enchanted season dominated by a reality suddenly appearing right next door.
Reading always had a special place in Mary's heart but sultry romances cast spells on her. Although Mary was aware sex was everywhere around her she used romantic stories to stimulate her imagination and her imagination to arouse self-gratification. Mary regularly fantasized while reading romantic tales of beautiful women succumbing to dominant men and often had daydreams she was being swept away by a handsome muscular man with gentle hands, sweet kisses, a soft but convincing voice and the brute force hidden within him forcing her to step over the edge.
Mary's older girlfriend enlightened her about college life, filling her mind with ideas about wild parties and sex with anybody she desired but Mary never considered involvement with carnality, it just wasn't part of her plan for her life. She listened to Mica's comments, but never believed her plans to give her virginity to Hunter after marriage her youthful naiveté, nor did she believe a handsome brute with the power to give her butterflies would reveal that decadent world she had often imagined in her fantasies.
That morning the Saturday sun began to peek into the room seeking a pretty face to tickle. As soon as the soft light found Mary's face, she opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was her vast collection of dolls neatly arranged on the fantastical wooden castle her father had completed the year before he and her twin brother died in a terrible automobile accident.
Mary remembered how hard her father worked on the doll castle and how much she missed her dad's hugs, sound advice, his serious nature, his silly ways of teasing her, and his insistence on perfection. Mary giggled a little when she recalled the day he told her if her breasts grew any bigger they'd become greeting cards. Mary remembered she wore a training bra then and she hated the confinement. By the time Mary was thirteen she had fully developed breasts but she never got the chance to tell her father they had developed beyond greeting cards.
Mary missed her twin brother Matt the most and she felt she would never fully recover from the shock of loosing her only sibling. Her eyes would often tear when thinking of him running in the backyard like a puppy let free to discover all there was around. The only memorabilia Mary had of Matt were the full size gold-framed poster of him in his green belt and gee she enshrined with rosary beads, and the trophy gee he had given her after winning the regional black belt match.
After three years, Mary held her happy memories of her dad and brother close and settled into living a quiet life with her working mother and soon to be stepfather in a small but comfortable home in a quiet subdivision just outside the city.
Mary began the day by slipping off the bed and unbuttoning her pajama top then glancing at her breasts in the parlor mirror before relieving her bladder. Mary reached a time in her life not long ago when she understood she had a beautiful body and she enjoyed touching her soft white skin, fondling her breasts, teasing her nipples and stimulating her clitoris with the head of Barbie's boyfriend inserted into her rectum. Mary was no stranger to self- gratification and she fully realized she was selfishly using her beautiful body as her exclusive pleasure zone.
That morning while she stood looking at the reflection of the woman trapped inside worn out kid's pajamas and pulling her nipples, a strange clanging noise interrupted the sensation of a man's powerful hand abusing her clitoris and rectum. She stepped to the window to see why there was a clanging noise and where it was coming from. She gathered her pajama top in a fist to keep her breasts from popping out and knelt on the window seat, pulled the curtain aside, peeked outside but couldn't see the source of the noise. Mary recalled the day the family moved out of the house next door with little fanfare and the house had been vacant ever since.
On her way to class last Monday Mary recalled noticing a pale yellow older car parked in the garage then the next day a moving van, but Mary never saw anyone go in or out of the house those days. She couldn't recall seeing any lights on at nighttime, but on the way home from class on Friday, she noticed the yard had been mowed and neatly trimmed foliage.
Mary concluded there must be somebody living in the house and she decided to make that Saturday a day of discovery to find out who or what had the audacity to interrupt her masturbation. She pulled her pajama top off, tossed it on the bed and as she stepped toward the bathroom she heard the clanging noise start up again.
After relieving herself and brushing her decay free teeth, she slipped off her pajama pants then her panty and began the ritual of brushing her long raven black hair while gazing at her dark gray eyes. Mary always thought she had weird colored eyes, but many people told her she had the most hauntingly beautiful dark gray eyes they had ever seen. Mary never thought herself a haunting person and she knew her girlfriend meant nothing by it, but it sounded good to her and she accepted her nickname Cleo, which was short for Cleopatra.
To make her quest more fun, Mary decided to dress like a jogger and began by gathering the clothing for her adventure. She grabbed silk white jogging shorts and slipped them on, knowing her mom had forbade her to wear them out because they where shear and tightly fit her shapely tight buttocks as if they were painted on. The back hem of the shorts exposed the bottom of her cheeks and the front hugged her vaginal lips perfectly into a tantalizing puffy triangle. She grabbed her nemesis out of the dresser drawer, slipped the strap on, folded her breasts inside the cups then jiggled to make them comfortable.
Then Mary grabbed a pullover she had fashioned from one of her father's worn out Jefferson Airplane sweatshirts. The bodice was torn short and when she raised her arms without a bra, the bottom of her breasts would be exposed, but Mary loved the look. About the only things her mom allowed her to wear were her white jogging sneakers and white leg warmers, but wearing the bra was her mother's law.
When Mary glanced in the parlor mirror to ensure she looked like a sexy jogger on a mission, she noticed the bra lines in the sweatshirt. Not liking the lumpy look, or the bra, she quickly pulled the halter straps over her shoulders and pulled her arms out, reached under the cloth and unsnapped the front latch then pulled the bra out from the bottom of the sweatshirt. She took a final look at herself to ensure she was perfect before she dawned her pink sunglasses then she dashed to the kitchen to grab her favorite water bottle to complete the look.
Mary started slow walking toward the clanging noise while glancing at the chatting seagulls as they flew in complex patterns above her. She often wondered why seagulls were the only birds with little concern for organization, but when she saw a man step around the back of the pale yellow car wiping his hands with an orange colored cloth, she stopped dead in her tracks, gazed at the man for an instant then performed a completely disorganized about face nearly tripping herself. She lowered her head, hid her face with her left palm and while stepping briskly away, she excitedly mouthed the words, "holy shit!"
What she saw made her intensely concentrate on making her meeting with her new neighbor perfect the first time. As Mary hastened her walk back to her house to quickly hide behind the hedge, she realized her quest would be riddled with a lot more complexities then she had first imagined and she felt her heart pounding faster as she grabbed the doorknob.
Mary couldn't believe she had missed out on something happening right next door and she was determined to correct her error. When she returned to the kitchen she set her sunglasses and water bottle on the counter, quickly picked up her cell phone and swiped the pad for her girlfriend's cell phone then waited impatiently for Mica to answer. While pacing the floor glancing in the direction of the new neighbor's house with one arm wrapped under her breasts and the other holding the device to her ear, Mica answered, but strangely, Mary pressed the end call icon.
Mary decided the best thing she could do was rid her life of confusion and she began thinking how she could finagle the man next door into romancing her. She knew nothing about him except he was gorgeous and her mind became a flurry of scenes in romance stories flipping through her mind like flashcards. She placed her phone on the counter, sat at the kitchen bar and thought while taking token sips from the water bottle and glancing periodically over her shoulder in the direction of the house where she saw the man. A few moments later her phone chimed the ring tone she had assigned to Mica's number. She jumped up and went to her room with a plan and the mindset of a determined woman in pursuit letting the device accept Mica's message.
Mary stepped to the window and peeked through the blinds to make sure there was still clanging noises, but she couldn't hear any noise or see the man. She ran to the living room and leaned over the sofa trying not to move the curtains too much, but she couldn't see the man from there either. Then she sat on the sofa thinking he had driven off, but she never heard a car start up or drive by. Suddenly, Mary realized she had to meet the hunk next door, before he got away.
Mary went back to her room and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. What she saw was a teenage slut in a jogging outfit and nothing resembling a woman getting ready to meet a gorgeous man for the first time. She paused and wondered if what she was planning to do was proper, but she whizzed that thought out of her mind. Mary knew something felt right and the strong feeling of attraction to the man reeling inside her needed to be verified one way or another.
After noticing the picture of Hunter on her nightstand she stopped for a moment to wipe him from her mind and the temptation to call him and ask if he wanted to come over. Her mother didn't approve of her being alone in the house with Hunter, but since she met him he'd been over on a few Saturdays using the garden shed as their cover. Although Mary daydreamed about Hunter performing orally she made him understand, fondling her breasts was her limit and even though she please Hunter anything associated with his penis was strictly limited to the palm of her hand because she was determined to be a virgin on her wedding day. Mary realized she needed to clear any evidence of Hunter including turning his picture around backwards feeling her current adventure far more stimulating than giving a teenage boy an occasional hand job.
After clearing her mind of Hunter, Mary stripped naked and rummaged through her closet at the meager collection of garments. She didn't like any of the outfits to begin with and wearing any of them to meet the hunk next door would surely make a terrible first impression. Oddly she was inspired to try something risqué for the first time recalling a chapter in a story she once read about a woman who dressed in a slinky dress to capture the attention of a man she wanted to seduce simply for physical pleasure.
Mary went to her mother's bedroom and scanned the wardrobe for that special little dress. She loved her mom in the dress and Mary thought it would be perfect for her quest. When she saw her mom wear the dress the only time she wore it, Mary felt she had a mom worth keeping. Mary also recalled the man her mom wore the dress for, and her mom insists her soon to be step-dad still gives her butterflies assuring Mary the little dress did the job it was intended to do.
When Mary found the cute dress, she grabbed it off the rack, pulled the clear plastic bag off and held the scant garment to her body. Then she twisted from one side to the other, forcing the hem to swish. The view in her mom's dresser mirror was from the waist up and she had to stand on her tiptoes to see the hem. She wanted to see the full scope of her idea so she ran to her bedroom to scan her new look in its entirety.
Mary was so excited she quickly stepped into her mom's dress, wrestled with the zipper in the back until it was as far up as she could get it then gazed into the parlor mirror. The reflection in the mirror surprised her. She began to realize she had instantly become a woman and faster then her dad had predicted. She had to pause for a moment to take it all in. It was the first time she understood her dad was right, she was a natural beauty with a shapely form and she could easily use her breasts as a greeting card.
Mary's confidence grew faster then she ever dreamed it could and she decided to go all out for her greeting party. As she paced the floor, she tried to recall what shoes her mom wore the night she wore the hot pink mini dress. She recalled white sandal heels and wondered if they were still in her mom's enormous shoe collection. She ran back to her mom's room as visions of the man she saw for an instant flashed through her mind.
Almost as if time was on another side, Mary thought it peculiar it took fourteen tries to find the right box out of the stack of boxes neatly stacked in her mom's wardrobe. She was so exited she sat on the carpet and slipped on the left shoe. It was a bit large, so she slipped on the right shoe just to make sure. Then she stood up to take a few steps to ensure she could walk in four-inch heels. The shoes were cute but a bit large so she had to pinch her toes slightly to keep them from slipping off.
When Mary sashayed back to her room, pausing only to assure herself the front door was locked, she heard a sound outside in the distance sounding like the clang of a fine metal hitting a concrete surface. Mary hastened her pace knowing the hunk was still working on the car. When she stepped in front of her parlor mirror she looked hard at the reflection.
She never wore makeup partly because her mother would never approve of the expense of cosmetics but mostly because her complexion didn't need makeup. Mary decided to go with her natural look and even forgo lipstick. Then she studied her fingernails to ensure there were no broken or out of shape nails. Then she checked her toenails to ensure they were acceptable. When she was confident all the details were tidy she concentrated on her overall appearance.
Mary's raven hair required frequent brushing and she did it religiously, but today, she thought the little out of place wisps looked perfect so she left them to maybe whisk in a breeze if they so desired to be teased. As she stood in front of the mirror, Mary wasn't quite pleased with the look and felt something was missing then she pondered about what that missing something might be.
Mary placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head to one side and when she did, she noticed her form became enhanced and she looked more feminine. The dress was a tad large for her form so she decided a belt was in order and she rummaged through her drawers looking for her favorite belt.
When Mary found the belt, she wrapped the black strap around her waist and pulled it tight. She wasn't happy with that belt so she tried several others until she found a white tie rope she only wore with jeans. She quickly wrapped the rope around her waist, tied the knot, then stood in front of the mirror and fiddled with the cords until they dangled just right.
Mary gazed at herself for a long time then leaned forward to see how low she could bend over before her breasts popped out of the little cowl neck dress. It was a little trick she learned in a romance story she had recently read. Then she pulled the cloth up and bloused the material to raise the hem about three inches below her crotch exposing more of her shapely thighs then noticed the slit exposed her pubic area. Thinking it difficult to conceal her pubic area if she sat, she then readjusted the cloth until she was comfortable with the look. Then Mary stood erect and repeated the same words her future step- dad said when he saw her mom dressed in the sexy little dress, "Simply beautiful."
Mary realized she had transformed herself in less then fifteen minutes, and she was so pleased with her new look her confidence level soared to a new peak. Without a clue as to the power of the weapon she had just created she scanned her body from several angles to make sure when the man next door saw her for the first time there would be no view left unverified. When she remembered the zipper in the back was not fully up, she flipped her hair to ensure the zipper was covered with her long raven hair. Mary took one last look in the mirror, took a deep breath, winked at herself with a grin then whispered, "Here we go."
As Mary stepped down the sidewalk on her journey to prove herself a woman to a man she had merely caught a glimpse of, the clacking noise of her mom's heels penetrated her ears. When she noticed a boy riding a bicycle down the street approaching quickly she hastened her step to get to the man's driveway before the kid got closer but she realized the shoes were more difficult to control when walking fast. As the boy went by her he nearly lost control of his bicycle gazing at a sultry woman sashaying down the sidewalk wearing a hot pink mini dress and high heel sandals. Mary giggled inside confirming her quest was far beyond the comprehension of a dumb boy on a stupid bicycle.
When Mary was closer to the man's driveway, she slowed her pace and glanced into the garage. She noticed the vanity plate on the pale yellow car read; '1STGIRL' which she though silly but Mary didn't think the form bent over the front fender of the car was silly.
Mary stopped for a second to scan the man's shapely buttocks wrapped in tight jeans to assure herself it was the same man. When she was convinced it was the man she slowly approached the garage attempting to soften the clacking heels and hoping the man wouldn't notice her until she was standing in front of him. As she stepped nearer she hugged close to the car on the opposite side so the man's first view of her would be from the waist up. Suddenly Mary's heart began to pound harder in her chest and she could feel the thumping in her ears as her body suddenly began heating.
She expected to become so excited she would become flush but what she didn't expect was surprising the man, and that's exactly what she did. When she finally stopped and faced the man all she could see were a shaved head, two muscular arms and strong hands tinkering inside a myriad of complex parts under the hood of a car. Her approach was so silent the man didn't even notice her standing on the opposite side of the car. As she felt her heartbeat thumping her entire body, Mary engaged her quest and simply said, "Hi."
The man jerked up, dropped a wench, bumped his head on the underside of the hood of the car, grabbed the back of his head and grunted as his glasses dropped off his face. When he found the source of the voice he leaned forward, folded his massive arms on the fender, looked at the vision before him the best he could and smiled.
Mary's first reaction surprised her. She stood mesmerized by the sky blue color of the man's eyes. She had never been haunted by eyes and wondered what she did to deserve the opportunity to meet someone with such penetrating eyes. Mary was so overcome her loins began to tingle. She had no idea the man would affect her in such a sexual way and her mind began to race with naughty thoughts. Her body felt as though it had been lowered into warm oil when the man asked softly but with a deep thundering voice, "And you are?"
Mary couldn't think and cleared her throat for no reason except to gain a little time. Her mind began racing faster than her heartbeat and she felt a flush of heat fill her neck and face. When words finally began to form on her lips the words popped out of her mouth in a series of questions. "I'm your neighbor? ... I just came over to see what you were doing? ... I didn't mean to bother you? ... I mean ... I'm ... ah... Mary? ... I live over there? ... Is this your car?"
Mary would have kept singing and waving her arms if it weren't for the man's intervention. He began to giggle a little at the beautiful woman before him as he reached for his glasses. Allen was no stranger to blabbering females because he grew up with four sisters but he always felt uncomfortable wearing glasses around women other than his sisters. He felt glasses made him look nerdy and what he could see of Mary he determined she was obviously a beautiful woman and decided to forgo putting on his glasses to make a good first impression.
Being a man with poor vision was always bothersome to Allen but he could make out enough to notice the vision standing before him in a hot pink dress had fabulous breasts, an irresistible cleavage, outrageously stiff nipples, haunting dark gray eyes and a beautiful angelic face framed with raven black hair. The first thing to pop into his mind was the name Cleopatra, and the second thing was; 'fucking unbelievable.'
"It's okay pretty lady, you can stop," he said as he raised his head sideways so as not to repeat his former experience with the car's hood. Mary watched the man like a cat watching prey as he grabbed a clean orange cloth and wiped his hands. Then he stepped around the front of the car and dropped the cloth onto the radiator. When he was standing directly in front of Mary, his shadow covered her entire body. "Pleased to meet you Mary, my friends call be Al," he said with a perfect smile as he held his hand out in space, tilted his head forward like he was bowing, hoping the pretty lady would find his hand.
Mary nearly urinated on herself and wasn't sure what the man was doing but she recalled her father frequently shook women's hands and without thinking, Mary offered her hand. The man gently held her entire hand in his warm enormous palm and said with a low growling voice, "the realtor said you were young and stunning ... I guess I wasn't listening to him ... hot outfit by the way, you have excellent taste in alluring fashion."
Her face filled with heat and her entire body began thumping. She could feel the strength of the man's hand even though he was gently holding her hand, his hand was soft and free of callous. His fragrance filled her nostrils and she began to realize she was no longer in a little girl's world she was living inside one of her erotic romances as a woman being seduced. Mary became so overwhelmed she began to quiver and when she relaxed her hand the man released her hand, folded his arms across his massive chest covered by a worn out sleeveless black t-shirt stretched to its limit and asked with a soft and assured voice. "What can I do for you Mary?"
Mary didn't know what to say in response as she stood numbly gazing at the monster in front of her. She had never felt engulfed by a man, not even by Hunter but she knew something was very different this time, she just couldn't figure it out. Her state of numbness was shaken a bit when the man asked with a pleasing low voice. "Know anything about an antique Cutlass 442?" as he quickly scanned down Mary's shapely body. Mary knew nothing about cars except most had back seats with ornery boys in them, so she simply shook her head. Then Allen placed his hand on the fender and asked, "Know anything about chili?"
She looked up into the man's haunting blue eyes and didn't know what to say or do next. She didn't even hear what he had asked. All Mary could hear was the pounding of her heart. When the man turned and grabbed the cloth off the radiator Mary stood dumbfounded as she gazed at the man's tight firm buttocks, tiny waist and broad shoulders. She was overwhelmed with a desire to have him pick her up and carry her to bed. Her fantasy had complete control of her mind and body, but she had no clue how to send a signal to the gorgeous man he could do whatever he wanted with her, anywhere and any time he wanted.
Suddenly Mary's stunned state was broken when the man said with a commanding voice, "Tell you want, I like a beautiful woman who knows how to dress hot, but for making chili I suggest something less complex, if you'd like you can help me make some chili ... it'd be fun ... the front door will be unlocked ... I'll be inside waiting for you."
Mary stood as if she had been filled with unbridled desire then abandoned as she watched the man toss the cloth onto a bench, turn, grab the door handle and disappear through the doorway before she got a chance to at least scan his buttocks for a few more moments before she urinated on herself. She stood alone then suddenly realized her quest had not come to an end. She had met the hunk next door, impressed him with her taste in fashion, melted into a puddle of mush and her mind was racing with naughty thoughts, and she had a date to make chili with a gorgeous man. Then she shook her head to clear her mind and thought; 'he's just too damn beautiful ... there's got to be something not right ... I bet he's gay.'
Then she mentally punished herself for forgetting to put on perfume before she turned and sashayed down the driveway. Mary couldn't have known Allen had put on a pair of glasses and was gazing out of the kitchen window enjoying the view of a gorgeous woman's panty line free and tight little curvy buttocks wiggle under the cloth of a hot pink mini dress.
When Mary was inside her bedroom she had to take a moment to get control of her quivering body but she had to check something and when she did, she couldn't believe how sweaty she had become. Thinking she had to relieve herself she sat on the toilet but couldn't urinate. When Mary dabbed her crotch she suddenly felt a tingling sensation deep in her body. She felt as though a powerful force was directing her to fondle her clitoris and stuff a hairbrush handle into her rectum but she didn't want to waste time masturbating.
Suddenly Mary jumped up and washed her face to cool off then patted her face dry. When she looked into the vanity mirror she saw a different face. Mary could only gaze at the woman in the mirror as her entire body quivered. She suddenly knew she could easily allow the man to ravish her and do things she would never allow Hunter to do. Mary blinked then stepped toward her bedroom as her body quivered with a chilling excitement she had never felt before. Mary was being mysteriously drawn to the wonder of what could happen if she were alone with the gorgeous monster next door.
Mary quickly changed back into her jogging outfit because she couldn't think of anything else to wear to make chili. Then she slipped the dress on the hanger, covered it with the clear plastic and hung it on the rack where she found it, then she stowed the sandal heels carefully in the shoe box and placed the box back on the stack in the same order. After making sure there was no evidence she had used her mom's little pink dress and cute heels as aides to her greeting cards, she left the house dressed like a jogger again with her pink sunglasses and a strong desire to be with Allen again.
When Mary got to Allen's front door she noticed it was slightly ajar. She paused for a second then gently pressed the door with her pointing finger. When the door moved, Mary nervously stepped back. When she realized she had to clear her mind of nothing except fear, she proceeded to push on the door. As she stepped inside the house and shut the door behind her, the first things she noticed was the amount of shipping boxes neatly stacked everywhere and the smells of a man and chili in the air.
Mary meandered through the myriad of boxes until she realized she didn't know where she was going. She needed help so she called out, "Al?"
From the other end of the house Mary heard her savior return her call for help, "Back here in the kitchen, sorry for the mess, haven't had the time to unpack," said Allen as he whipped his glasses off and placed them into a drawer.
When Mary turned the last corner of boxes she saw Allen standing at the kitchen counter tending to a tall pot on the cooktop. Instantly her heart began to pound in her chest and she felt her face become flush. She remained quiet as she scanned his outrageously muscular form and cute tight bottom. He was wearing nothing except gym shorts and all Mary saw was a giant candy bar she desperately wanted to unwrap. Suddenly, Mary's entire body became flush with desire and she was so excited she accidentally dropped her sunglasses.
"Shit," she whispered as she bent over to pick up her glasses. When she looked up, Allen was facing her looking straight down her top at the long cleavage between two gorgeous white beasts.
"Woof, you sure change in a hurry," he said with his hands on his hips, commenting about her word selection as much as he was about the outrageous body packed into the tiny outfit.
Mary felt a sexual predator was scanning her, but she liked it and wanted him to look as much as he desired. She also noticed Allen had an enormous bulge in his shorts but Mary didn't realize the reason he had a bulge in his shorts was because of her anesthetizing sex appeal. She was clueless as to what to say then she snapped to attention, making her breasts wiggle, smiled and blurted out the first thing entering her mind, "You change in a hurry too."
After Allen smiled and showed his perfect white teeth he motioned for Mary to come closer to him. As if being drawn by a mysterious force, she stepped to the oven in front of Allen and looked at the giant tall pot sitting on the cooktop. She was too short to see inside, and Allen had just the answer to fix her dilemma. "I'll get something, wait right here," Allen said as he dashed out of the kitchen.
Mary stood alone listening to the concoction bubbling in the huge pot while the smell of Allen and chili filled her nostrils. The only thing she wanted to do was be near Allen again. When he finally returned he was carrying a small stool. "Here you go pretty lady, step up on this, but be careful it only has three legs."
As Mary stepped on the stool, Allen took her hand to guide her up. At the same time she felt his warm wide hand cover her entire lower back. Mary felt as though Allen's strength was the only thing raising her up and soon she was looking down into the pot of bubbling chili with a hunk standing next to her gazing down at the shapely curves of her buttocks.
After Allen absorbed as much as he dared of Mary's curvy posterior, he presented her with a long wooden spoon and held it in her hand while holding her gently with his hand on her back. As he guided her hand to slowly stir the chili, Mary's nostrils filled with the smell of chili and a hint of Allen's cologne wafting the air. Mary felt she was living one of the romance novels and she didn't want it to stop. Her feeling was verified when Allen whispered softly in her ear, "I'm known for my hot sausage ... um ... chili, that is."
As their hands slowly stirred the chili together, Allen's other hand slowly slid down Mary's back until it was pressing on the silky cloth of her jogging shorts right on the upper muscles of her buttocks. Mary felt so overwhelmed she wanted Allen's warm hand to slide down further then when Allen gently squeezed her tight little buttock Mary giggled, pushed her buttocks into his warm hand and whispered, "You're a bad boy." Almost instantly, Allen released his hand from the spoon and placed both hands on Mary's waist. She felt Allen's strong hands hold her firmly but gently as if he was preparing to catch her if she were to fall, then she felt the cloth of her jogging shorts being slowly rolled down her hips. Before Mary could think, her jogging shorts were around her ankles and Allen was gently kissing the cold soft skin of her firm naked bottom.
Mary fell into another world as Allen began gently kissing the depression on her lower back. When Allen's tongue began to wipe Mary's buttocks crack she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, letting the sensation consume her.
Suddenly Allen whispered, "I can't take it anymore," and picked Mary up by the waist, set her on the counter top, pulled her shorts off and let her legs drape over the counter top. Mary fell into a dizzy state and leaned back on her elbows as she watched Allen lower his bald head to her mound. But when his lips kissed her pubic hair, she became overjoyed and her heart pounded so hard her whole body thumped then she exhaled what little air she had in her lungs.
As Allen gently kissed Mary's abdomen she closed her eyes to absorb the dream and her thoughts of Hunter vanished when Allen softly kissed and licked her navel. She lost all control and began gently rocking her hips while moaning with each breath in response to the magic happening inside her and in her loins.
Mary knew what an orgasm felt like because she had stimulated herself numerous times, but having someone kiss her mound was more pleasure then she ever expected. Soon Mary began feeling a strong heat fill her body, and as tiny tingles began to twitch the nerves of her entire body, she began to moan out of control knowing she wanted to release but wasn't sure how Allen would react if she asked him to touch her clitoris with his tongue.
To Mary's delight, Allen gently lifted Mary's thighs and she rocked backward and looked to the ceiling as she felt her knees being lifted gently higher by Allen's strong but soft hands. When Allan's tongue pressed gently against Mary's rectum she couldn't hold on any longer and a strange force sucked her stomach muscles in. Mary had never experienced anything so pleasurable and sensational and her mind began to meander into the carnal world she often read about in books of women experiencing orgasm through anal stimulation and brute force.
When Allen stopped licking her rectum and kissing her buttocks he stood over her and Mary opened her eyes to see what had happened to the pleasure. Allen gently placed one hand behind her neck, brushed her long raven hair to one side, lifted her head by the back of her neck then pressed his mouth gently against hers. The feeling of a strong man kissing her so gently on her lips was too much for Mary to resist. She wrapped her arms around Allen's neck and began kissing his lips like a woman begging for more. When he released his kiss he whispered as he gazed into her haunting eyes, "I can't believe what you're doing to me."
Then Allen release Mary's head and began slowly lifting the ripped hem of her sweatshirt. As the cloth rose higher, Mary watched as his massive soft hands gently eased the cloth over her breasts. When Allen pushed the cloth to Mary's neck her breasts popped out and pointed toward Allen like water balloons showing the direction to yearning. Then Allen relaxed the cloth and whispered. "My God, Mary you are so beautiful."
At that moment, Mary knew what was happening to her. She smiled slightly and raised her finger to gently wipe a small tear from Allen's cheek. Then she slowly and sensually placed her finger in her mouth and tasted the salty moisture while gazing deep into the glistening eyes of the man before her. Mary instantly knew she was falling in love with being seduced and romancing didn't matter any more.
In less time then Mary could blink, she was naked except for her sneakers and leg warmers and being transported to another section of the house like she was being carried away from a fire while the burning inside her intensified. After Allen gently placed Mary on the bed he dropped his shorts to his ankles revealing his erect penis.
Mary gasped at Allan's erection, partially because it was twice the size of the only other erection she had even seen and partially because she wasn't sure if she could perform orally if he asked her. Mary knew the beauty of the naked man before her was consuming her, and she felt her soul begging her body to surrender to him. As she watched Allen step out of his shorts she decided to give Allen something she had held far away from Hunter but she wanted the beautiful man standing naked before her to be the recipient of her gift. Mary desperately needed Allen inside her, but suddenly, reality tapped Mary on her shoulder.
Mary didn't know what would happen next, but she knew what her girlfriend had told her and she panicked. She felt she had to inform Allen of something about her he couldn't possibly know, or hadn't figured out yet. Her desire to enter another world with Allen was so strong it almost stopped her from confessing, but without thinking, Mary blurted out, "I'm a virgin."
Suddenly Allen stopped and stood motionless for what seemed like an eternity to Mary. She was about to beg him to take her, but before she could speak, Allen's facial expression turned to one of confusion. "Huh ... a what?" he asked as he placed his fists on his hips and stood at attention.
Mary exhaled for the first time in minutes and caught her breath as she gazed at Allen's huge erection, knowing it might be her last look at the long pink rod then she looked up into his waiting sky blue eyes and as her entire body thumped to her heartbeat she softly asked, "Are you gay?"
A long pause followed and even the air in the room seemed to stop. Then Allen looked at Mary in complete confusion like he was looking at the headboard behind her, "I suppose my anger should be directed at you, but that would be unfair, I messed up, so, I'm angry with myself for being so stupid." said Allen as he looked away. Then he looked at Mary again and asked. "Gay?"
Mary didn't know which way to respond first. The first time she told a boy she was a virgin he got mad, slammed the door shut and she never saw the kid again. Even Hunter acted angry for a few weeks after he asked her for intercourse and she responded with the same confession, but Allen simply stood in front of her as if he was patiently waiting for her to explain herself. She had no hiding place and answered with a question, "Aren't you gay?"
Allen looked at Mary with a twinkle in his eyes and smiled. As she waiting for his response she began breathing again and wondered if she had ever read the scene in any story but she couldn't recall. Her thoughts were broken when Allen spoke with a soft calming voice, "Do you think what just happened to us, happened because I'm gay?"
Mary sat up on the bed, lifted one leg, and placed her hands beside her naked body. She tried to look at Allen's eyes but he was looking one way then the other as if he was seeking an answer somewhere in space. Finally he stopped glancing around the room, bent forward and placed his hands on his knees. Then Allen looked deep into Mary's eyes until she returned his soul-searching gaze. "How old are you?" he asked with a curious soft voice.
Mary responded with a slight crack in her voice as her throat started to tighten, "Eighteen,"
"Jesus Christ!" exclaimed Allen in a flash as he snapped to a stand, raised his hands to the ceiling and looked up. "You can be so cruel sometimes," he said with a gruff voice. Then he smiled, laughed a little, looked away, then back at Mary with his hands on his hips. "You're the daughter aren't you ... oh you're good baby, you are really good." He said with a commanding voice. "Now what?" he quipped as he sat at the foot of the bed with his back to Mary.
Mary scanned Allen's massive muscular back, his huge biceps, his wide neck and his bald head. What she saw was a confused little boy in a muscle man's body and she felt responsible for breaking him. She wanted so badly to wrap her arms around Allen before he got away and in a last ditch effort Mary simply responded, "We can do it if you want, I promise I won't tell."
Suddenly Allen stood and spun around then speaking with a soft voice he said, "Let's get dressed, we'll discuss this later ... okay?" he said as he bent over to pick up his gym shorts.
Mary sat in the bed and watched Allen slip on his gym shorts as her heart beat up her body. She didn't care about his massive erection anymore or the fact she had just offered herself to a man she had just met less then an hour ago. Mary cared about Allen's feelings and she knew why. She had no clue how to escape her feelings for him because it was her first experience with what she thought to be true love. The only response she knew was how every schoolgirl reacted to boys when they were dumping the boy, "we can still be friends if you want?" she coyly asked.
Allen stood and pulled his gym shorts up, positioned his limp penis then looked at Mary, "Friends? ... Sure honey, you affect me the way you do and you want to be just friends? Look Mary, you're a gorgeous woman, and we're not playing games here, you actually had me going someplace I desperately want to go with you ... but I think you have a lot of growing up to do before we move this any further ... Oh, and just for the record honey, whoever told you I was gay, is dead wrong." Allen said softly.
Mary was confused but relieved and she wanted to smile, but couldn't. She seriously didn't think what she did to Allen was deceitful or what they did was wrong, but she knew she was in trouble with Allen so she agreed to his demand they talk about what happened with a promise to herself to have a talk with her mother about the meaning of the word gay. She had to say something but she wasn't sure what to say, she simply blurted out the first thing on her mind, "Allen ... can I say something?"
"I'm listening," said Allen calmly.
"I know I don't have experience making love, but I really want to learn about it with you," pleaded Mary.
Allen smiled a little then said softly, "I would love to be your sex teacher honey, but I'm afraid there's a lot more to love then simply knowing what to do in a bedroom, Mary."
Mary began feeling her relationship with Allen was trashed before it started and she didn't want that to happen. She wiped the tears from her eyes, sniffed then spoke softly, "Allen, when I first saw you in the garage doing stuff, I knew, I don't know how or why, but I knew."
"You knew what ... you wanted to pull my pants down and suck my stiff penis?" asked Allen in a frank manner.
"Well, not at first ... I mean yes ... but not right away ... I don't know ... but I do know I wanted to do something with you," said Mary as she wiggled her upper body hoping Allen would notice her.
"Have you even held a hard penis in your hand, Mary?" asked Allen as he sat on the edge of the bed.
"Yes," Mary whispered looking deep into Allen's eyes.
"Then you know what a penis is capable of," said Allen softly.
"They can make babies," offered Mary as she wiped her eyes again.
"That's very true, but did you know women can also use them to inflict lasting pain as well as incredible pleasure?" offered Allen as he placed his hand on Mary's knee.
Mary looked at Allen's hand and she felt a spark fill her. She knew the man before her was something she needed and wanted and she had to figure out a way to keep him in her life. She sat erect and said with a soft voice, "When you did that to me in the kitchen, it was my first time ... It made me want to give you something, but now I'm getting scared you don't want it."
"What, your virginity?" Allen asked softly.
"Yes, is that wrong?" Mary asked with a slight quiver in her voice.
"Mary, I am truly flattered, really, I am," started Allen, then he added, "I don't know how, but somehow I know you're being honest with me at least at that level ... don't get me wrong Mary ... but I'm going to have to think about it, at least for a little while."
"Okay ... I'll wait," offered Mary as she watched Allen scratch his head and look around the room.
Allen turned to step to a chest of drawers then opened the top drawer, pulled out a pair of eye glasses, slipped them on his face, turned to face Mary then asked, "What are you doing?"
"Waiting?" Mary asked as she shrugged her shoulders.
Allen giggled a little then placed his right and on top of his bald head then said, "God, you are adorable."
Mary grinned a little then asked, "Well?"
Allen bent slightly forward and looked deep into Mary eyes and asked softly, "Well what?"
"Do you want to do it?" asked Mary in a frank voice.
"Where were you when I was eighteen," said Allen as he shook his head while looking at the floor.
"Gosh, how could I know where you were then, I just met you today," said Mary as she looked at Allen's shoulders.
Allen giggled a little then said softly as he tapped the sheet, "sit on the edge of the bed and lets talk about this."
As Mary positioned her body to sit on the edge of the bed Allen dropped to a sitting position Indian style on the floor before her, looked up, adjusted his glasses then said, "Jesus, you're just a baby."
"I'm eighteen," offered Mary as she looked into Allen's eyes.
"Compared to some of the females I've been around, believe me, you, Mary, are just a baby ... now, let's see if I can explain why a horny grown man wants to wait to have sex with a gorgeous virgin girl ... this is going to be a tough one ... but let me talk it though ... okay?"
Mary nodded her head then wiggled her upper body shaking her breasts.
"God, do you have to do that now?" Allen asked as he gazed at Mary's breasts.
"What?" Mary asked without realizing what she had done.
"Wiggle you're ti ... never mind ... let's see ... I'll start with the physical, it's slightly easier ... um," started Allen as he scratched his bald head, "okay ... when an erect penis enters a virgin vaginal cavity it breaks what is called the hymen ... when that happens, it's very painful for the girl," said Allen in a soft voice as he looked into Mary's gorgeous eyes.
"My girlfriends told me all about that stuff, but I don't care," said Mary as she glanced down at Allen's growing penis then felt a strong heat flush her face.
"Oh ... well then, did they tell you how the guy feels when they dump him afterward?" asked Allen as he gazed into Mary's eyes.
"Huh?" asked Mary then she looked at David's eyes.
"God you are so damn cute Mary ... look, if you want we can try to have a good time right now, maybe it'll be magical, maybe not ... or we can make a date, for, let's say, some Saturday night, we'll go out, I don't know, see a movie or something, get worked up for each other, fondle each other in the car, and," said Allen, then Mary interrupted and said softly, "or I can just come over tonight and we can try it."
David dropped his head and said softly, "Jesus, this is so hard ... you know as soon as you leave here I'll end up masturbating with visions of your beautiful body dancing in my mind."
Mary giggled a little then said, "Why would you do that when I can do it for you."
"God ... you're killing me honey," said Allen as he shook his lowered head.
"At least I know how to do some things boys like," offered Mary as she looked down at Allen's massive hands while thinking what they would look like stroking his long penis.
"Mary ... okay ... I'll get your clothes, you get dressed, go home, take a cold shower, think about what you're asking me to do and if you're still sure you want this to happen, ring the doorbell, I'll be in my bedroom yelling at myself for being the dumbest man on the planet for turning down a fabulous piece of ass," said Allen as he scanned Mary's breasts and positioned himself to stand.
While Allen was in the other room, Mary thought for a moment and tried to recall any story she ever read about the hero walking away from the damsel, but she couldn't recall anything except 'Gone With The Wind'. At the same time she felt Allen had given her an opportunity to continue their exploration and maybe if she were persistent with him she knew he would succumb.
After Allen retrieved Mary's clothes he patiently waited while Mary dressed and his penis started to throb. Then when Mary was ready he followed her to the door and watched her tight little buttocks bounce. Just before Mary stepped over the threshold she stepped back a step and squeezed Allen's tight butt cheek with a firm grip then said, "See you later."
Mary giggled a little as she sashayed away from Allen convinced he was scanning her buttocks. When she reached the end of the pathway she turned completely around and saw Allen standing in the doorway holding the door open. She wanted to flip her top up and flash her breasts at him but she thought even with his glasses he probably couldn't see her from that far away. She recalled a scene in a story she read then smacked her lips hoping her hero could hear a woman not far away tossing him an air kiss. The Mary turned with confidence and stepped briskly toward her home.
When Mary opened the front door she inhaled her mother's perfume and knew her mother was home. She followed the scent to the kitchen where she found her mother standing at the counter with her back to Mary flipping envelopes. By habit she stepped up behind her mother, placed her hands gently on the woman's waist then rested her chin on the woman's shoulder and said softly "hi mom ... happy Valentine's Day."
Her mother stopped flipping the envelopes then raised her head to look forward, inhaled then exhaled and said something frightening Mary. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too honey ... Do I smell a man's cologne?"
Instead of reacting in fear, Mary squeezed her mother slightly tighter and said, "I smell it too ... Where have you been."
She released her mother then dashed to her bedroom to avoid being seen wearing half of the clothing she was forbidden to wear outdoors. Once inside her bedroom she quickly stripped off her top and shorts as fast as possible then dropped them into the hamper. Seconds later her mother appeared at the doorway and with her hand high on the jamb she asked, "What, are we suddenly a quick change artist? ... You'll have to launder them to get it out ... it's the only way."
"Mom!" exclaimed Mary as she quickly tried to cover her breasts with one arm and her pubic area with her other palm.
"Nothing I haven't seen before honey ... look Mary ... Bill is coming over tonight for dinner, I'd like you to join us," said her mother with a stern but sincere sound in her voice.
"But ... Um ... I'm supposed to go to Mica's tonight ... I promised her I would ... come on mom, we made plans way before this to do a sleepover, she only lives down the street, you have her parent's number, please mom, I promise I'll have dinner with you guys next weekend ... okay?" Mary pleaded as she felt her alternate plan was being flushed down the toilet.
Mary was completely relieved when her mother shrugged her shoulders and said as she turned to step away, "Not a problem ... we're just going to watch TV afterwards and have a quiet evening." Then her mother stepped away.
Suddenly, Mary had a lie to contend with and she hated complexities. She looked for her cell phone then remembered she left the device on the kitchen counter. She grabbed her robe from the closet, pulled it over her naked body and looked down at her sneakers and floppy socks then whispered, "shit." When she turned toward the doorway her mother was standing in the opening holding her cell phone in her palm with an outreached hand and said, "this is a first ... I thought young girls wore these things as permanent earrings," then her mother looked down at Mary's sneakers and giggled.
Mary tilted her body to the right, smiled then said with a slight giggle, "Oh there is it, I was wondering where it was," then she stepped toward her mother, reached for the device with a palm up then her mother dropped the phone in Mary's open palm and asked in a caring voice, "You okay?"
Mary didn't think her recent activity was that obvious on her face and her heart began to beat harder. She had to say something and she had to choose her words carefully, and without stumbling on the words, "I'm fine ... just going to shower and get ready to go to ... Mica's."
As soon as her mother was gone, Mary closed her bedroom door and jumped on the bed with her back to the headboard while holding her cell phone in her hand. She swiped the face and pressed the keypad several times then held the device to her left ear with her left shoulder as she pulled her hair to her right shoulder then started untying her sneakers.
When Mica answered, Mary quickly announced, "Go somewhere where nobody can hear this."
"I'm in my room ... what's up," Mary heard in the tiny speaker as she slipped off one sneaker.
"You won't believe what happened to me today," offered Mary in a near whispering voice as she glanced up to peek at her bedroom door while untying the other sneaker.
Mary's heart began to pound in her chest as she waited for a response, "What?" she heard Mica say with a soft voice.
"Oh my God, Mica, he's so fucking beautiful," Mary said as she exhaled.
"No shit ... where did you meet him?" Mary heard in the tiny speaker.
"You have got to promise me, I mean blood sister promise you will never tell this to anyone ... got it?" said Mary as she covered the small devise as much as she could.
"Spill it, Cleo," was all Mary needed to hear.
"I just ... I mean, not even an hour ago ... you have no idea what he does to me ... the fucking incredibly gorgeous hunk with a super long tongue, next door, licked my ass hole," said Mary as she felt her loins fill with heat.
There was a long silence then Mary asked, "You there?"
"I'm here, just having an orgasm, bare with me ... it'll be over in a sec." Mary heard in the tiny speaker.
Suddenly the two girls simultaneously screamed then realizing they had drawn attention to themselves, they cupped their mouths.
When there was no reaction from the outside world Mary began speaking, "Mica ... you've got to cover for me ... okay?"
"Oh fuck ... what are you doing?" asked Mica with a hushed voice.
"You said it," responded Mary then she giggled as she glanced at her bedroom door.
"Hold on a minute" then Mary heard the sound muffle, "I'm on the phone!" Mary heard Mica yell in the tiny speaker then she heard a door slam shut, "Fucking idiot ... Cleo ... listen to me," Mica continued in a whisper, "whatever you do, don't cry in front of him, they hate that."
"What are you talking about?" asked Mary with a hushed voice.
"Losing your virginity ... it hurts like a motherfucker ... I'm telling you ... don't let him know he hurt you ... promise me?" said Mica with a stern voice.
"Mica ... turn the page ... I'm in the page after that," offered Mary then she waited for a response.
"What the fuck are you talking about ... you lost it?" asked Mica with a concerned voice.
"Mica, how long have we known each other?" asked Mary as she ran her fingernail across the bed sheet.
"God, like, forever, right?" responded Mica.
"You have got to seriously promise me, I mean like the time we played in your room, kind of promise," pleaded Mary as she looked at her bedroom door with a dead stare.
"Oh ... that kind ... okay," offered Mica.
"I'm going back there tonight ... he's waiting for me ... I have no idea what's going to happen ... but I trust him ... and ... I think I love him," said Mary as she felt her loins catch fire and she started to tear.
"Oh for God's sake ... I though you were going to tell me you were going to ... wait a minute ... what about Hunter?" asked Mica with a concerned voice.
Mary sat erect and pressed her back against the headboard then she said as she scanned all the dolls on her doll castle and wiped the tears from her cheeks with her finger, "I have to find out something."
There was a long silence and the two girls knew something serious was about to happen and both their lives would change.
Mica broke the silence and said with a soft voice, "I have to be honest Cleo ... I'm fucking jealous."
Mary snapped her torso forward then held the cell phone tight to her ear and said, "Look, I thought about sneaking out after mom and Bill go to bed ... usually happens around ten ... after they do it they sleep like little kids, they'd never know ... I'd be back in the morning before they got up, it'll be Sunday by then ... they always do it again in the morning then sleep until two maybe three on Sundays ... but I just told her I was going to your house to spend the night ... I need you to cover for me."
"Cleo, I asked you about Hunter," said Mica with a soft voice.
Mary took a deep breath then looked at the picture frame of Hunter turned backward, She took a deep breath again then exhaled and spoke with determination, "Mica ... I need to tell you something ... don't get mad okay?"
"What?" Mica asked with a concerned voice.
"Um ... you remember that night we went to the beach and got drunk with the guys?" asked Mary as she looked up at the ceiling fan and felt her eyes become achy and her throat tighten.
A very long silence followed, as two young and attractive females knew what they had to do. Mary waited for her dearest friend to speak first but the silence was compressing her space. She had to say it and she knew she would be the one to speak first but her words had to be gentle and precise. She recalled a character in a story she read a long time ago and relied on the woman's final passage while standing in front of a brutally handsome soldier.
As tears began to flow down Mary's cheeks she said with a crack in her voice, "He loves you, and there's nothing in this world I can do to change that."
Mary heard sniffles in the tiny speaker and wanted to say something but couldn't. She waited for Mica to speak as she wiped the tears from her eyes the best she could without tissues. The suspense was killing her and she had to know. "Talk to me Mica."
Then Mary heard a squeaky voice answer, "I am so sorry Cleo."
"Mica ... it's okay ... seriously ... I'm not mad at you ... I can't be mad at you ... we've been friends, like forever ... we've done things girlfriends don't do and lived through it ... right?" said Mary as she looked up pleading for help from anything reasonable.
"I didn't think it was that fucking obvious ... that's all," Mary heard in the tiny speaker.
"Look Mica ... you know I'm still a virgin ... I would never let Hunter go that far ... and now I know why ... and it had nothing to with you and him ... okay?" offered Mary as she pressed the phone against her ear.
"Oh Cleo ... it's like you've just lifted a fucking ton off my chest," Mary heard in the speaker.
"Mica, that's what friends do for each other," offered Mary while she fiddled with the hem of her bathrobe, then she added, "Still friends?"
"Yes," Mary heard with a whimper and a sniff.
"Good, now I have to shower, and ... um let's see, what else," then Mary heard in the speaker, "douche," Mary giggled a little, "Yeah that's it ... um, God I've got butterflies big time ... um, if my mom calls what are you going to tell her?" asked Mary as she gathered her sneakers on the bed.
"God, Cleo ... I've no idea ... what's a good one?" asked Mica calmly.
"I'm taking a shit?" offered Mary.
"That's so lame ... how about you're sleeping?" offered Mica.
"How did I get there without your parents knowing?" asked Mary as she studied her fingernails.
"Um ... let's see, you snuck in the backdoor ... no that's not good either ... you're going to have to come here first, let mom and dad see you, then sneak out my bedroom window ... that way they'll think you're here ... if your mom calls ... we're sleeping ... I'll stack the pillows ... I've done it before ... they'll never suspect a thing," offered Mica as Mary listened intently.
Mary giggled a little then said, "Mica, you are a fucking genius."
"Wait ... I forgot one thing ... why in the fuck would we be sleeping so early?" asked Mica.
"Um ... if it's around ten, we tell them we have soccer practice and need the sleep," offered Mary.
"Good one ... that means you have to bring your soccer bag," offered Mica.
"No problem ... it's packed," Mary offered as she examined her toenails.
"When is your date?" asked Mica.
"Fuck ... I forgot that part ... wait ... he just said come over ... he never said when ... I don't know if I can make until ten, I'll fucking blow up," offered Mary as she reached for the moisturizer in the nightstand.
"Okay ... pop quiz," said Mica, then she added, "you ready?"
Mary took a beep breath then said, "Take a shower, douche, dry off, brush my teeth, brush my hair, put on panties, baggy shorts, a stupid bra, a soccer shirt, sneakers, grab my soccer bag, tell mom I'm going to your house, run to your house, say hey to your parents, go to your bedroom, sneak out the window, run to Allen's and let a gorgeous man with a beautiful fat dick stick it anywhere he wants ... before midnight ... how'd I do?"
"Pretty good ... for a beginner ... B plus," Mica said giggling.
At 9 o'clock, Mary was walking briskly down the sidewalk in the opposite direction from Allen's house and taking the time to consider what she was doing. She began to wonder if Hunter would even care if she didn't care. She thought about Allen's touch and began to compare the skin of the only two males who had ever touched her sexually. She knew Allen's touch felt far more sincere and far more loving. "God, what am I doing to myself," Mary asked a mailbox, then she stopped walking. "I have to get a grip here, what happens when I tell Allen I have to go home to my mother because it hurts too much," said Mary, "Why would I even want to leave? ... Mailboxes don't know anything ... why am I talking to a mailbox? ... I'm soaking wet down there ... why do I miss him so much." Suddenly a car filled with boys drove slowly by and the boy in the passenger front seat leaned on the sill and yelled, "Hey you big titty bitch, fuck me!"
Mary turned around and yelled, "Hold on, you guys can ask the same question to the barrel of daddy's shotgun." Then Mary turned toward the front door of the house she was standing in front of and started quickly stepping toward the front door. A second later she heard tires squealing and the boys laughing in the car slowly faded into the darkness. Mary waited a few moments then continued her journey to Mica's house.
After greeting Mica's parents and explaining they were going to Mica's room to read the two girls walked briskly and quietly down the hall, entered Mica's bedroom then closed the door normally so as not to arouse suspicion.
Mica stood and looked at Mary for a second then said as she pulled a drawer open, "You look like shit Cleo."
"I do?" asked Mary as she placed her bag on the floor.
Mica turned around and held her hand out palm down and said softly, "Here ... take these."
Mary held her hand out with her palm up and asked, "What?"
Mica dropped the contents in Mary's hand then looked at Mary's face.
"Condoms! ... What the fuck?" Mary asked then she looked up at Mica's eyes.
"Cleo, that's what friends do for each other," offered Mica then she dropped her hand to her side and added, "Still friends?"
"Of course," said Mary, then the girls embraced.
"I have to do this Mica," offered Mary as she felt Mica's massive chest press against her own breasts.
"I know ... been there ... done that ... had the abortion the whole nine yards ... you know that," offered Mica then she tapped Mary on the shoulders.
The girls released each other then Mary looked deep into Mica's eyes and said softly, "I remember all the little things about him and they're occupying a giant part of what little brain I have left."
"Like What?" Mica asked as she sat on the edge of the bed.
Mary looked down at Mica and said with a slight giggle, "I love his gorgeous eyes, his beautiful touch ... and his perfect fucking tongue."
"You're in love with a guy you just met? ... Oh Cleo do you have a lot to learn honey," said Mica as she lowered her face to her open hands.
Mary sat Indian style in front of her friend and looked up then said, "It's not like that ... his eyes tell me he cares and his touch is gentle, like he's hiding his strength, I get wet standing next to him, the reason I'm going back is because he's giving me time to think about what we're going to do, he's very sweet and I love his voice and the smell of his body ... he talks with me and not at me, there is a difference you know ... I'd let him take a wiz or cum on my face, spank me, or even shove it up my ass hole."
"This guy lives next door?" asked Mica as she gazed into Mary's eyes, then she added, "you'll never go home ... at least for nine and a half weeks."
Mary looked puzzled and Mica thought she had to clarify her last statement. "It's the title of a true story about a relationship based on physical attraction, and a certain type of hard sex ... the conclusion was, those types of hot relationships only last nine and a half weeks, there was a movie made with the same name and theme ... I think that's where you are now ... day one ... Valentine's Day."
Mary thought for a moment then asked with a curious voice, "Are you trying to talk me out of this?"
"No Cleo ... I'm trying to talk you into it ... seriously ... we've been friends for a long time, you need to pull yourself out of that fantasy world you live in and experience the reality of a man fucking the shit out of you until you've lost your fucking mind, it really is a beautiful thing, while its happening ... and I miss it so much," said Mica as her eyes began to water.
Mary looked at Mica and asked, "you and Hunter?"
"Oh God no ... I don't even know the guy's name ... I do know it hurt like hell the first time ... but God almighty did he make me feel like a real woman after the pain went away." Then Mica started giggling.
"What's so funny?" asked Mary as she watched Mica wipe the tears from her eyes with the back of her hands.
"You know Cleo, anyone can be deeply in love with someone and never cheat on them, ever, but we all have that one secret hidden deep inside, that one that makes us feel like nothing else exists except that desire, the one we missed ... You need this guy Cleo, he's real, and if he wants, let him piss on your face ... eat his cum ... let him spank your ass ... take it up your butt hole ... whatever he wants ... fucking do it ... you'll never forget it or regret it ... Ever." Mica said as she reached for a tissue box.
"I feel guilty and I haven't done anything yet ... how do you know he wants to do those things?" said Mary as she watched Mica blow her nose.
Mica looked directly at Mary and said as she pointed at her face with a finger, "I just know ... I have this gut feeling ... don't feel guilty about this ... look, you need some sexy clothes, we wear the same sizes, except bras, you're not going to wear one anyway ... I was thinking after we hung up, you need to look hot, but I'm going to walk you there tonight so there's no trouble, once you're there I'll leave, buy the time you're finished the sun will be up ... you should come back here, you won't be able to walk, but don't go home, they'll smell it all over you ... believe me I know what I'm talking about."
Mica picked out a black dress for Mary, held it up to Mary's body then said lovingly, "Take everything off."
When Mary felt the dress cover her naked body she thought the dress looked hotter on Mica but wasn't sure it fit her form. The dress was cut like the famous Marilyn Monroe white dress except in black and even thought the top was a bit large it draped Mary's body like an invitation to sex. Mica messed with the top a little and soon the dress assumed a new purpose, along with black open toe heels and Mary's flowing black hair, Mary instantly transformed into a stunning sex doll.
Mica stepped back a little and held Mary's hand out then said calmly, "don't worry about the cum, it washes out ... oh wait, hold out your wrists."
Mary held her wrists out next to each other then Mica grabbed a small crystal perfume spritzer off her vanity and squeezed the bulb misting both Mary's wrists then she said softly, "A little Channel always helps."
Mary had to giggle before she looked at her friend and said "Thanks Mica ... no jewelry ... this is a first," then she turned to look at herself in the mirror as she sniffed her right wrist, "God ... I look like a black festoon."
"Here put these in the side pocket, pull them out when you get there and insist he use them ... okay?" Demanded Mica and she placed the condoms in Mary's palm, "I'll tell mom and dad we're going out for a walk, its almost ten now."
"We're going to walk right by your parents and tell them we're going for walk, with me dressed like this?" Mary asked with a confused gaze.
"Cleo ... watch this ... DAD, WE'RE GOING FOR A WALK, BE BACK IN TEN TO GET SOME SLEEP ... there, done ... let's go." Mica said as she grabbed Mary's hand then led her to the rear door.
The four-block walk was peaceful with the calm and dry night air offering sounds of barking dogs and a few oddities going bump in the night. The girls didn't say a word until they stopped in front of Mary's house then Mary pointed to Allen's house and said in a near whisper, "the lights are still on."
"Want me to walk up with you?" asked Mica as she gazed at the sexual sanctuary.
"Please," responded Mary as she took a step forward.
When the girls were standing in Allen's entryway in front of an Irish green door, Mary looked at Mica, winked then pressed the doorbell button.
Mica gently tapped Mary's butt cheek, stepped into the shadow, then whispered, "Happy Fucking ... see you in the morning."
Mary's heart began to pound in her ears and her whole body felt like a vibrator. Then suddenly she heard the doorknob click and the door popped opened slightly. Mary waited for Allen to appear and when he didn't she looked toward Mica then shrugged her shoulders with her palms turned outward. Then she looked at the door and pressed gently. The door swung open easily but Allen was not there. Mica motioned Mary to go in and Mica watched as the sultry form in black disappeared into the doorway. The next sound Mica heard was the door clicking shut then she slinked away into the night leaving her best friend to discover whatever it was she needed to find behind the green door.
"Allen?" Mary said nervously as she stood just inside the foyer.
"Back here ... in the bedroom," responded Allen.
Mary followed the dim light in the hallway to Allen's bedroom and when she came to the open doorway she saw Allen naked and sitting on the foot of the bed. His head was down at first then he looked up and Mary stepped toward him. When she was standing directly in front of Allen, Mary smiled and said softly, "I thought about it."
"God, you're beautiful ... you're the ultimate party favor for a forty year old man's birthday ... you're even wearing my favorite perfume," said Allen as he scanned the women before his eyes.
"Thank you, Allen ... I didn't know this was your birthday," Mary said as she felt her stomach flitter.
"It is ... I must be losing my mind ... no, I am out of my mind ... Mary, can I use your tits to masturbate with?" Allen asked calmly.
Mary's eyes grew huge as she stiffened her upper torso opened her mouth to say something then blurted out, "If you want."
"Okay ... that's a yes ... how about this one ... Can I stick my tongue in your rectum?" asked Allen softly.
Mary shrugged her shoulders then said softly, "If you want."
Okay then ... another yes ... How about this one ... will you lick my rectum?" asked Allen with a slightly tilted head as he gazed into Mary's eyes.
Mary smiled a little then said softly, "Yes, Allen, If you want."
"Mary? ... God this so hard ... never mind," Allen said as he looked down.
"Ask ... all you have to is ask, I'll do it," Mary offered as she steeped slightly closer to touch Allen's shoulder.
"Great ... now that I have a gorgeous virgin girl in a hot black dress in my bedroom ready to fuck ... my boner takes a vacation," said Allen as he looked down at the tip of his penis.
"Allen, it's okay, we can do those things if you want, we can do them right now, and whatever you want, I'm here for you," said Mary as she leaned forward a little.
Allen looked into Mary's eyes then asked with a soft voice, "You want me to bend over the edge of the bed so you can lick my rectum, right now?"
"If you want me to ... Okay," Mary said softly as she started to step aside to let Allen move.
"Wait a second," said Allen softly as he placed his hand on Mary's thigh, "just hold on, let me think for moment ... I just asked you some pretty advanced sexual questions ... if you really want anal ... we've got to do a lot to get ready before we go there."
"Like what Allen?" Mary asked with a curious gaze.
"Have you ever had an enema, Mary?" asked Allen as he looked into Mary's eyes.
"I don't think so," responded Mary as she gazed at Allen's erection.
"Oh boy ... Believe me Mary, if you've ever had an enema you'd remember ... they can be quite sensual and at the same time a bit uncomfortable but before with mess around with our rectums, I would highly recommend a damn good enema before we go there," offered Allen.
"If you want ... okay," said Mary.
"Now I know I'm out of my mind ... look Mary ... you got me so bat shit horny right now ... shit, I'm going to have an enema party with a beautiful virgin girl I just met this morning," said Allen as he gazed at Mary's fat nipples pushing on the cloth.
"I can tell your horny, it's getting big now," said Mary as she pointed to Allen's erection.
"Okay ... let's start all over," Allan said as he stood.
Mary watched Allen as he stood up revealing his rising penis. She looked at his penis then at his face and said softly, "That is making me horny."
Allen looked down at Mary's body and couldn't believe she returned to have sex with him. He studied her pretty face then her gorgeous bulbous breasts the curves of her hips and thighs then her elegant arms and hands then said. "You are a beautiful woman Mary ... I give up, take your clothes off then come with me ... we'll take this to the bathroom."
"Okay," Mary said cheerfully as she leaned forward to look at her feet, "I have to go pee anyway."
Mary slipped out of the heels then removed Mica's dress and gently placed the neatly folded cloth on the chair. Then she looked at Allen, smiled and said confidently, "okay."
Allen reach for Mary's hand and he gently pulled her as he stepped in front, and as they walked to the bathroom Mary studied Allen's muscular buttocks and back and her entire body fell into a state of desire. When they were in the room Allen opened the shower door and turned to face Mary, "Your outfit was stunning ... very hot and sexy ... thank you."
Mary sat on the toilet seat cover then gazed at Allen's face, "Are we going to take a shower together?"
Allen smiled a little at the pretty girl then said softly, "In a way," then he opened the vanity cabinet and pulled out a small box.
Mary watched Allen's hands as he opened the box then pulled out a small white bottle along with a long white probe. He twisted the probe on the bottle, turned the hot water faucet on the vanity sink, placed the device in the sink under the flowing hot water then looked at Mary, "Step in the shower Mary."
"Oh, I forgot to douche, thanks Allen," said Mary as she watched Allen, but when he didn't respond Mary stepped into the shower with her hands feeling the walls then Allen followed. When Allen was inside the stall he positioned his body with his back to the shower head. "If you have to pee, go ahead," said Allen softly.
"Okay," said Mary with a soft voice.
Mary separated her legs slightly and while looking down at her mound with her palms pressed against her abdomen, Allen watched the pretty girl as urine flowed down her inner leg and trickled down the drain. As Mary urinated, Allen watched her chest rise and fall slightly then he studied Mary's stiff nipples. When she looked up and into Allen's eyes his eyes focused on her eyes, then he smiled a little and said softly, "Feel better?"
Mary nodded her head, smiled a little, blinked then said, "Yes ... I'm done ... now what?"
"Turn around Mary," said Allen as he reached into the sink and tested the temperature of the white bottle with an outreached arm. Then he looked at the curves of Mary's body and her flowing black hair. His eyes followed the curves of her shoulders and slowly traced the curves until the lines of her body formed the curves of her round white buttocks. His eyes focused on the subtle curves of her buttocks as his penis began to twitch.
"Your body is beautiful, Mary, I hope I don't cum before I get to finish this," said Allen softly as he noticed the glistening on the tip of his erect penis.
"Is it going to?" asked Mary as she turned her head slightly to one side.
"It's getting awfully damn close to it," offered Allen as he reached to turn the faucet off then into the sink and pulled out the white bottle.
"Okay honey, bend all the way over for me," said Allen as he gazed at Mary's show-white butt cheeks.
Mary bent over and grabbed her calves like a professional gymnast, exposing her light pink rectum and below, her black pubic hair pinched between her inner thighs. "Like this," she said softly.
"Good God ... you sure know how to drive a man crazy ... are you sure you've never done this before?" asked Allen as he gazed at Mary's pink rectum.
"Sure ... I bend over like this all the time at soccer practice," Mary responded as she felt her inner muscles twitch.
"You are adorable ... okay then ... just relax honey, I'm going to insert this into your rectum," Allen said softly as he place his hand on Mary's soft buttock then he added "My God ... your skin is so soft."
"Oh?" asked Mary as she felt her loins tingle.
Allen rested the tip of the probe on the tiny pink depression then he slowly began pushing the probe into Mary's anus. When it was halfway inserted, Mary asked with a hushed voice as she felt the pressure in her rectum, "It's going in there, Allen?"
"Yes honey ... almost all the way in ... you okay?" asked Allen as he felt his penis throb.
"Yes, but I didn't know it was going there," Mary said as she felt the probe enter further into her rectum.
"Okay sweetie ... you're going to feel a little bloated, it's okay ... God is this a gorgeous picture," Allen said as he grabbed his throbbing penis to keep it from exploding.
"Allen?" Mary asked with a sweet voice.
"Hold on Mary, it's almost empty," Allen said as he felt he was going to ejaculate.
"I have to poop," Mary said softly.
Allen felt he was going to explode as he watched Mary's anus twitch. When the bottle was collapsed completely, Allen eased the probe out of Mary's rectum and tossed the flat bottle into the vanity sink. Just then Allen's rectum started to twitch as he felt pressure in his prostate then suddenly a heat filled his throbbing penis and he grunted, "Fuck," as his penis burst and semen flew into the air landing on Mary's rectum and pubic hair. Mary felt her knees weaken and she couldn't hold her bowels any longer. As Allen tried to catch his balance, Mary's rectum relaxed and water burst out like a hose and covered Allen's penis with semen and watered down fecal matter while Mary moaned.
When the excitement was over Mary stood up and turned around to see Allen looking down at his penis. He was stabilizing his body with his right hand against the shower wall. Mary stepped closer to him and looked up, placed her hands on his waist, rested her forehead on his chest then said softly, "I don't feel so good Allen."
"My God Mary, what the fuck did we just do?" asked Allen as he gently placed his left palm on Mary's head.
"I don't know, but I feel awful in my tummy," said Mary as he looked at Allen's glistening penis.
Allen looked down at Mary and said with a gentle voice, "You are the most incredibly erotic woman I've ever met ... are you sure you've never done this before?"
"No, I haven't ... but I feel like I need to go again," said Mary as she gently pressed her hands against Allen's waist.
"We need to shower off honey," said Allen as he started to feel dizzy.
Allen reached over his head and pulled the shower wand down then reached behind him and turned the faucet lever to vertical. When water started flowing on his back it was cold. As soon as he twitched Mary released again dropping water between her legs. "I just went again," said Mary as she held on to Allen's waist and looked up at his face.
Allen began to move his body around Mary's body purposely rubbing his penis against her skin and hair. He began to feel as though he was in a dream world with a beautiful girl beside him. When he was turned toward the shower head he grabbed the wand and began spraying Mary's body. Mary looked up at the wall and said, "Allen, I still feel awful."
Allen couldn't help noticing Mary's wet skin was making his penis rise again and he thought she looked adorable soaking wet.
"You'll feel better in a minute, I promise sweetie," said Allen, as his penis was nearly erect again. Lean over and put your hands on the wall, honey," he said softly.
After Mary leaned forward with her hands on the wall she dropped her head and said softly, "I think I'm feeling a little better Allen."
As Allen sprayed Mary's rectum and pubic hair he said softly, "You'll feel a whole lot better in a few minutes."
"That feels very good," said Mary as she separated her feet slightly.
"It looks very good too," said Allen as he began having thoughts about shaving Mary's pubic area.
As Allen watched the water flow over Mary's beautiful white skin he asked softly, "Have you ever shaved down there?"
"No," responded Mary as she felt her stomach relax.
"Want me to shave you sometime? ... It's very sensual," asked Allen as his penis began to twitch.
"If you want." Mary responded as she thought about kissing Allen's stiff penis.
"It's official ... I'm in a pornographic movie," said Allen as he moved the shower wand to Mary's crotch.
"Allen?" asked Mary with a sweet voice.
"Yes," he said as he gazed at the curves of Mary's buttocks.
"Can I touch it now?" Mary said as she felt her inner muscled relax.
"Whatever you want," Allen said softly as he felt his entire body fall deep into a carnal well.
Mary stood erect then turned to face Allen. She looked at his massive pectoral muscles then his six-pack abdomen. She lowered her body to kneel in front of Allen and stared at the erect pink shaft. She pulled her wet hair to one side then she looked up at Allen's face, and as he watched the virgin girl below him she said with a soft voice, "Its very pretty Allen."
"Thank you Mary," whispered Allen then he placed the shower wand in the cradle and turned the water lever to stop the flow of water. When he looked down Mary had rocked back on her heels and placed her hands on her knees. Allen waited patiently for Mary to touch his erection but he wasn't prepared for the feeling.
Mary raised her hand and gently wrapped her fingers around the tip and as the feeling of touching Allen's penis filled her Allen flinched a little and exhaled. Mary quickly retracted her hand and looked up and said softly, "Did I do it too hard?"
"God no, you're a dream come true, Mary ... don't stop," said Allen as he placed his hands against the wall and glass to stabilized his body.
Mary smiled a little then returned to her task at hand. She gazed at the crown of Allen's penis and thought about kissing it. She leaned forward slightly and gently pressed her lips on the warm organ. When Allen felt her lips on the tip of his throbbing penis he inhaled and held his breath.
"Oh fuck," Allen whispered as he exhaled then he added with a growl, "Who's the teacher here?"
Suddenly Mary recalled a story she had read about a woman who stroked a man's penis until it ejaculated and the semen covered her hand then she recalled what the woman did. Mary decided that would be her next step with Allen.
Allen watched with adoring eyes as the gorgeous virgin girl below him tenderly stoked his throbbing penis. He thought he was dreaming and he felt his rectum twitch. "God help me," Allen whispered as he blinked his eyes and tightened his buttocks to hold on.
Mary looked up and when she saw Allen's closed eyes she increased the speed of her stroke then looked at the tip of Allen's penis. She thought it appeared larger and she wondered when Allen would ejaculate. She looked up again at his abdomen and noticed he was breathing faster. When Mary looked again at the swollen tip she concentrated on the tiny hole waiting for the arrival of the white substance to appear.
Suddenly Allen growled deep in his chest and Mary watched as her hand moved slowly across the crown of his penis just as a line of semen burst from the tip, then another, then another. Allen grunted then began quivering as Mary leaned forward and licked the warm liquid off Allen's penis and her hand then she slowly stood and looked into Allen's waiting eyes. She held his waist with both hands, lifted on her tiptoes and when Allen's lips touched hers she felt a strong spark twitch her loins.
When she pulled her lips from Allen's lips she noticed his semen dripping from his lower lip and she looked at his closed eyes and rocked back on her feet then waited for Allen to speak. Allen slowly opened his eyes and looked deep into Mary's eyes then said with a whisper, "What are you doing to me."
Mary didn't know what to say except tell Allen the truth, "loving you."
Allen gazed at the beautiful woman and decided he would fulfill a fantasy he kept locked inside his mind ever since he was a small boy studying the bubble bottoms of little girls in bathing suits.
"Mary, let's bath each other, dry off and take this back to the bedroom," said Allen as he tried to remain standing.
Mary smiled and placed her hands flat against Allen's pectoral muscles, gazed into Allen's eyes and whispered, "okay."
Being bathed by another for the first time since she was a child, Mary felt Allen was worshiping her body. His massive hands were soft and gently smoothed the skin of her breasts and her nipples stood erect. When Allen lowered his head and began sucking and tonguing her nipple, Mary closed her eyes and felt a closeness to Allen she had never before. Allen stroked her skin so softly she became moist. When Allen's fingers brushed her clitoris Mary placed her hands on Allen's bald head and rocked one knee outward. Allen gently patted her moist clitoris then separated her vaginal lips. When he began wiping her rectum with his finger Mary looked up and moaned. Suddenly Allen stood and offered the soap bar to Mary and whispered, "Your turn."
Mary was so drunk on Allen she had to think about how she was going to bath the beautiful man and after she gathered her bearings she squat behind him, gently kissed his buttocks then began massaging the firm round blobs of warm flesh using the soap bubbles as her massage medium. When she was finished covering his buttocks with soap she felt a strong urge to slip her fingers in his butt crack and wipe his rectum with her fingers. When Allen felt Mary touching his rectum he leaned forward and placed his hands on the shower wall, separated his feet and whispered, "Lick it."
Mary wasn't concerned Allen's skin was covered with soap bubbles when she leaned forward and forced her face between his tight buttocks. She grabbed the front of his thighs and pulled his hips backward while she pressed her tongue into the warm hole.
"Oh Mary," whispered Allen then he dropped his head as he felt his penis respond to the sensation behind him. Mary began encircling Allen's thighs until her palms where against his lower back then she slid them down and gripped Allen's buttocks and she began licking his rectum with the tip of her tongue. Mary became so overwhelmed with the sensation she began urinating.
As if a strange force attacked her, Mary slid her left hand around Allen's hip until it found Allen's erect penis. She began gently and slowly stroking the long warm organ. The suddenly Allen twitched then turned around. She looked up beyond his penis and saw his arms reach down, "Stand up," commanded Allen.
After Mary stood Allen opened the shower door and said with a gruff voice, "Just go to the bedroom, forget the towels."
As Mary silently walked toward the bathroom door Allen studied her show-white buttocks and felt a stunning shiver penetrate his spine. "Wait for me there," said Allen as he opened the medicine cabinet.
As Mary walked down the long hallway she began breathing hard and she felt a strong urge to keep going as her heartbeat throbbed in her ears. "Mica will never believe this," Mary whispered as she felt her nerves tingle.
When Mary stepped into Allen's bedroom her mind began to think of any passage she ever read about a woman being sodomized, but she couldn't recall any then suddenly she recalled a movie she had seen recently titled; 'Nymphomaniac - Vol I' and a shiver ran up her spine. She recalled the girl's virginity lost scene and felt she was about to receive the same treatment but Mary wasn't afraid, "I want this to happen to me ... I just have to know," whispered Mary as she scanned Allen's neatly made bed. Suddenly she felt a warm sensation behind her, then Allen's strong grip on her shoulders.
"Step over to the edge of the bed and bend over," whispered Allen with low growl in her ear.
Silently Mary stepped forward, dropped to her knees then draped her torso over the bed and placed her arms above her head on the mattress. As her breathing intensified she felt Allen's calves brush her thighs and his strong hands grip her hips and yank her upward until her pelvis was at the edge of the bed. Then she felt his calves between hers and he pushed her legs apart with a snap of his legs. She looked up at the headboard with her chin pressed into the sheet and recalled what Mica had told her. When Allen's tongue pressed gently against her rectum she twitched then she felt a hard hand smack her buttock and she reached to feel her skin.
"Don't," growled Allen as he slapped her hand away.
Mary quickly snapped her arm above her head, pressed her face into the sheet and waited. A moment later she felt a cool substance being buttered across her rectum by powerful fingers. Mary began to understand she was where she wanted to be and her choice of male was perfect. There were no sounds to announce the advance of what was about to happen. No words were spoken or written to read and Mary finally realized the reality of her moment then she felt a calm overwhelm her.
When Mary began to feel the pressure in her rectum of the tip of Allen's erection she exhaled and moisture began to fill her nostrils. As the pressure became intense Mary gripped the sheet with her fingers and felt her body bounce as Allen drove his fists unto the mattress to support his torso. Silently the room became a dungeon not restricted to pain. Although she wanted to scream her pleasure, Mary remained silent as Allen rocked his hips with his hard erection reaming her rectum.
She closed her eyes and she began consuming the man above her while her inner muscles reached a pleasure pain level beyond comprehension. Suddenly she felt a strong urge to plead with Allen to fuck her harder, but she resisted. Her body was so overwhelmed she began to sweat. When Allen started moaning Mary knew his pleasure level had reached where he wanted to be but she didn't recognize the howling voice. She turned her head to her left then pulled her left fist to her mouth and started sucking her thumb for the first time in years. She closed her eyes and as her hips bounced on the edge of the bed she began to cry inside without a whimper to hint at her happiness.
Suddenly Allen growled and his body stiffened pressing Mary's hips hard into the mattress. She felt his penis twitch inside her and she knew her bowels were being pumped with Allen's semen. When the pressure somewhat subsided she felt Allen lift off her body then she felt her buttocks being smacked once each. The warm sensation felt like a command to move, but Mary waited for her next order.
"Get up and sit on the edge of the bed, I need to have a talk with you," commanded Allen with a low growl.
As semen oozed from Mary's rectum she eased her body to a kneeing position, slowly stood, turned then sat down never looking at Allen. Her breathing became her only hope of feeling anything other than the dull pain in her rectum. She gripped the edge of the bed at either side and as close to her hips as possible then looked up.
Allen lowered his body to a kneel then rocked back on his heels with his hands on his knees then he scanned Mary's eyes from one to the other and as he slowly shook his head he said softly, "Not a tear, nor a whimper, or even a word spoken in pain or in pleasure ... Jesus, what kind of woman are you?"
After glancing at the red 02:14:15:11:54:04 on the face of the odd digital clock on the dresser behind Allen, Mary reached out to touch his face. Then with the backs of her fingers she gently smoothed his unshaven cheek and gazed deep into his gorgeous blue eyes pleading for Allen to understand the answer to his question then she said softly, "a virgin woman in love." |
6 | 20 Years in the Making | Nympho_maker | Anal | 2020-08-28 | 2020-09-20 | 2022-01-08 09:36:24 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/20-years-in-the-making-ch-01 | 1. After 20 years I finally get to fuck Rachelle. 2. Round two with Rachelle means I take her ass. | ['Anal', 'Cunnilingus', 'First Time Anal', 'Huge Cock', 'Oral'] | 4 | Rachelle has been the eye of my sexual desire since we were teens. My mother married a distant cousin of hers and being a family big on parties we saw each other all the time. As we got older the teasing and joking turned sexual. Rachelle was a bombshell. Blue eyes, blonde hair, great legs a smile that would light up the darkest night. I went to visit her at college hoping it would lead to us finally hooking up. Turns out I would spend the weekend with her best friend. You can read bout that in my story called "wanted one but got another."
As we grew up, we remained close. We hung out, were in each others weddings- the whole nine. With age came life- work, kids, and all the other issues that come along with being an adult At one point, I had left my wife and Rachelle and her husband separated. She was still a bombshell. We talked all the time about sex and whatever else.
One day I text her while she was at work, just checking in. She tells me it's funny I messaged her as she had a dream about me the night before. We both had dreams with each other in them before. Not like this one though. For the record I tried hard over the years to get Rachelle in bed. Never even got close. She proceeds to tell me about her dream basically being us fucking. I remind her that she is the reason that dream hasn't come true and she admits to it- expressing she wants to change that. We set up a date for me to stop at her house.
As the days count down to Rachelle and I finally having our fun I give her a few instructions. I've seen Rachelle be very aggressive with life and have heard that she scared a buddy of mine with her aggressiveness with just kissing. I wanted to make sure Rachelle knew I was going to be controlling her and she was going to enjoy it. I inform her that she is to wear a dress. No panties, no bra. I know Rachelle has at least a DD set of tits. No matter what she wears you can see they are big tits. No hiding that. I leave those as the only instructions.
I pull into the drive way like it's just another day hanging out. I walk in the side door and she is waiting for me. Standing there in her grey dress. I grab her by the throat and push her into the wall. She grunts as she slams against it. My lips quickly cover hers and my tongue pushes its way into her mouth. My hand still on her throat squeezing as we make out. As we continue our battle of tongues I reach up with my free hand squeezing her tits. She moans softly into my mouth. Her nipples hard poking my hand through the thin fabric of the dress.
I let go of her throat and take a step back. I grab her hand and head to the couch. I push her to the couch and she sits up quickly reaching for my shorts. She pulls my shorts and boxers down and my cock springs free. Quickly her mouth is on my cock. Her lips wrapped around my shaft. Her tongue swirling around the head. She begins sucking my cock. Her aggressive nature shows again as she continues to work her mouth up and down my cock. I move to sit in the couch. My cock never leaving her mouth, she moves with me.
Kneeling beside me she continues to suck my cock. I pull her tits out the top of her dress. They are even bigger than I thought. 38DDD tits hanging there swaying back and forth as she pumps my cock into her mouth as if she is starving. I pinch one of her nipples between my finger and thumb. She moans sending waves through my cock yo my body. It's clear she loves her tits and nipples played with.
I slide my hand down her side pulling her dress up. Reaching between her legs I find her pussy. Wet and sticky with a desire to be filled. I slide a finger into her waiting pussy pushing the length of my finger Inside if her. It's a dream come true as my finger begins to work inside her pussy. Her mouth still working my cock. I warn her if she doesn't stop I'm going to cum. She quickly pulls my cock from her mouth and straddles me.
My is cock sticking straight in the air and dripping with her spit. She doesn't waste time as she quickly lines it up with her pussy and the head of my cock slips between her wet sticky pussy lips. My cock pushes through and is buried deep inside her warmth. She moans loud as she sinks herself onto my cock. As she begins to grind back and forth on my cock she kisses me hard, forcing her tongue into my mouth. She begins to rock faster and faster. My hands find her massive tits and being squeezing as hard as I can. She lets out another loud moan. As she grinds on my dick she starts breathing harder and hard. My hands are still working her tits, squeezing them like stress balls, pinching and rolling her nipples. I grab one and pull it to my mouth, taking her nipple between my teeth. Biting it softly, I flick my tongue back and forth over her hard nipple.
Just like that, she is cumming!! Her hips start bucking wildly "Oh fuck yes. Oh fuck. Oh god... oh god... Fucking yes!" She yells as she cums on my cock. Her pussy juices flood the inside of her, adding to my pleasure. As her pussy tightens at the height of her orgasm, I begin to shoot my load deep inside of her. Still breathing hard, she sits on top of me kissing me while we both try to catch our breath.
After a few moments she slides off me, fixing her dress. She goes to the bathroom as do I. We grab a cold drink from the fridge and shoot the shit for a while just hanging out and watching tv. About an hour has passed since I unload the first load into Rachelle's pussy. I've waited too many years to only get it once. As we sit in the couch tormenting each other I tell her if she doesn't stop
I'm going to gag her then fuck her ass. She laughed informing me she doesn't really have a gag reflex. With that said, I get my cock out of my shorts.
As I get my hardening cock free of my shorts, Rachelle slides to the floor. I instruct her to take her dress off. For the first time seeing her totally naked. Her tits even as massive as they are being 38 DDD sit firm and perky on her chest. Her pussy shaved bald. She kneels in front of me pulling my shorts off. As she pulls the to my feet i take my shirt off. Both of us naked in her living room dying to touch each other.
I sit on the couch spreading my legs slightly, allowing Rachelle to slide between them. SHe never takes her eyes off me as she takes my cock into her mouth. She rested her arms just above my knees and held my shaft firmly in her hand before she started to twist and stroke my shaft. Her head stays still as she works her tongue around the head of my cock like I'm a lollipop. Her tits pressed against my legs. Her hard nipples sliding back and forth from her stroking my cock. I love the feel of her bare tits against my skin.
As she continues to please me with her mouth she looks up. We lock eyes- as if looking into each other's minds reading our dirty desires. I love the feeling of her mouth working my cock but I need to be back inside her pussy. She needs me back I side her pussy. She gives my cock a finally tongue trashing and lets go of my shaft as she stands up. She climbs onto the couch facing the back of it. Her ass sticking out in the air. I stand up quickly and get behind her.
I reach down grabbing my cock and take a step forward. My cock head slips right into her well lubercated pussy. Her juices mixed with the load I fired into her just a short time ago. I push my cock hard into her. She moans again as I force the length of my cock into her tight pussy. I reach up and grab her throat, squeezing it as I fuck her from behind. Slamming into her as hard as I can, pushing her into the couch with each trust. My balls banging off her clit. Her hands squeezing her tits. Her moans now mix with screams as she cums on my cock again. I keep pounding into her as her pussy tries to squeeze my cock like a snake squeezes it's prey. I tighten my grip on her throat.
"You love being my slut don't you?" I ask as I pound into her.
"Yes" she moans.
"You love my big cock fucking your tight pussy don't you?" I ask. Fucking her as hard as I can.
"God, yes. I'm your slut. Do whatever you want to me" she squeaks out as my cock continues to hammer away at her now dripping wet pussy.
I slam my cock into her shaking body 2-3 more times before staying deep inside her. For the second time today my balls unload a massive amount of cum deep inside Rachelle's pussy. As I pull my cock from her she falls to the couch. I slide over presenting my cock to her face. She hungrily takes it into her mouth sucking me dry.
As we get dressed we discus our next play date. We've waited so long for this to happen, so we're not going to stop anytime soon.
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7 | 2019 and the Young Perky Ass | mikeinto | Anal | 2011-11-12 | 2011-11-12 | 2022-01-08 09:36:26 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/2019-and-the-young-perky-ass | Anonymous pegging on a sunny afternoon. | ['Anal Fucking', 'Girl Fucks Guy', 'Huge Dildo', 'Male Submissive', 'Pegging', 'Rough Anal', 'Small Dick', 'Strap-On', 'Young Ass'] | 4.21 | What a fucking hot day to be doing this. It was sweltering. The middle of goddamn July, and Julie was here, suspended 21 floors up, hanging here, washing pigeon shit off windows. But worse still, most of these were windows that were actually clean already. So she was really suspended 21 floors up, cleaning clean windows and waiting for the day to end. Well, at least she was making good hazard pay, get tanned, and could stay away from desks and politics. Her squeegee dipped into the bucket.
This squeegee had cleaned a few windows, a select few, with strange and wild things going on behind them. Julie had seen a few things during her nearly three years at this job. Nothing she was particularly thankful for having seen though. The freakiest was a fat guy with hairy shoulders in a pink nightie. Mostly she saw the recluses who didn't go out to their elevators to notice the signs up saying that their windows would be washed that day. So they left the blinds up.
Julie lowered herself on her suspended platform down to the 20th floor. She began to wash a window with her energetic stroking style when something caught her eye. There was a bit of glare so she had to look deeply into the glass to make sure she was staring at what it looked like at first. She drew breath sharply and felt her legs begin to shake and tingle. Yes, that was most definitely what it had looked like at first glance!
Behind the thin windowpane, there was a young perky tender white ass. A young man's ass, perhaps a man in his early 20s. And he was lying on his belly, with the hot sun baking him through the window. His pale skin was glowing. He had buried his face in his pillows, turned away from the window, and his right arm was buried too. But it was his left arm that drew Julie's gaze. She realized that her throat had suddenly started to feel very dry in the heat. She swallowed hard and stared unflinchingly into the room.
The young man was there, holding a big blue plastic cock, and using it to freely explore his tiny hole. His thighs were spread wide apart and lying flat on the bed, his knees were bent and his feet were kicking carefree in the air. He was delicately but hungrily allowing this plastic dick to penetrate his tight orifice.
Under her overalls, Julie felt a surge of excited juices. Her pussy was on fire with interest in the scene. Now here was finally the type of intense erotic shit she had once dreamed of witnessing on this job, a fantasy she had actually forgotten about altogether. She felt parched. Time to get a drink!
Julie raised her platform back up to the roof and got off, trying to guess the room number. 2019, she though, it would have to be 2019.
She knew only one thing: to hell with windows, right now she needed to find her way into that bed and help that young man to get fucked! The lucky thing was that she had her car parked in the garage under the building. And she had her bag in the trunk of her beat-up burgundy car. And in her bag she always carried her other harness. Not the work one, but the one she used to hold her plastic cock in place while she fucked.
The elevator came right away and took her straight to the garage. The ride seemed long but the doors didn't open even once until P2 where her car was. Everything was lining up just right for her to fuck this sweet young man. She only hoped he wouldn't cum before she got there! In the elevator on the way back up Julie kept repeating to herself, "Please don't cum. Please don't cum."
She knocked at his door with a degree of boldness that surprised and impressed her. After all, she hadn't even seen this guy's face, and she had no idea who else was in the apartment with him! There was no answer at first.
After a second knock and a long and agonizing pause she heard rustling. Eventually the owner of 2019 came to the door in an over-sized bathrobe made of a dark green fuzzy material. He was a strikingly handsome young brunet with nice lips and quiet eyes. Julie noticed that they were about the same height and similar in build as well, both lean but muscular. Her shoulders were perhaps more toned than his, but he might have won in an arm wrestle.
"Hi! I'm doing windows in the building and I need to get at a spot inside for you. It'll only take a minute," she explained, raising her squeegee and shaking it with a smile.
"OK, come on in," he replied, stepping aside.
As the door closed she took his hand lightly and led him to the bedroom, babbling the whole way about having seen a spot from the outside of the window that she just couldn't leave alone. He came with her calmly and without saying a word.
He stood close to her by the window, beside the bed, and she dipped her squeegee into her bucket and made as if to go for the window, but let it splash on him instead, just below where his robe was tied. She dropped into a crouch at once and began to dry him with her cloth. Very soon there was a noticeable bulge in the front of this heavy dark green robe that was the final invitation she had been searching out. Julie parted the robe with her fingers very slowly and, looking up, never taking her eyes away from his, let her hand slip inside and lightly run along the side of his organ.
"What's your name?" Julie inquired.
"Rob," he answered quickly.
She pulled his robe fully open and began to kiss and caress his thighs.
"Nice to meet you Rob," she replied between kisses, working one of his big dangling balls into her mouth and very gently sucking it out farther from his body, getting it wet with her saliva.
Her mouth came up from Rob's balls, her tongue out and making a small squiggly trail along the side of his stiffness. Before she reached the mouth watering head of his cock she withdrew all the way off of him. Smiling up into his cool excited eyes, in a moment her mouth again found the base of his shaft. After a few approaches toward the head, Rob began to squirm and buck his hips. He reached out to grab handfuls of hair and force his dick into a warm waiting mouth. Julie sucked him slowly and deliciously, never letting him get enough of himself into her mouth to fully fuck her face, always taking him back out, observing him, smiling deviously.
She sucked his cock while humming, she blew on the tip and made it cool. She pressed it up against her cheek and jerked the base with her hand while her mouth worked on the rest of him. As she gave his dick the attention it needed she slid her warm fingers quietly back between Rob's legs. He spread them apart right away, anticipating her move and inviting it. A finger discovered a well lubed asshole and was up inside immediately with no resistance. So she added a second finger, as she continued to suck Rob's throbbing dick.
He moaned loudly and begged her to finger his ass faster. She could tell that he wanted to cum, he was desperate for it, so she took the wet cock out of her mouth and slowly extracted her fingers from Rob's ass and stood up.
Then she said, "Now Rob, I'm not just gonna let you finish that easily. Get on the bed and spread your legs for me."
Rob tore the covers off of his bed and tossed them to the floor before springing onto his back with his stiff dick bobbing in the sunshine that streamed in through the window. Julie stood and undressed slowly, letting her large breasts fall from her bra sensually and laughing at Rob's eager smile and hungry eyes. She stood and took her pants off, leaning forward from the waist so that Rob would get a good view of her fit muscular calves and her firm, wide, strong thighs. She was striking. She then turned so that Rob could see her firm ass, the pussy lips between it as she bent, and even the little mound of pubic hair that topped her pussy. She opened her little bag and out came a black harness and a big old vibrating dick, both longer and thicker than the one Rob had been using to fuck himself earlier.
Julie turned to him and said, "Before you get to cum, you have to take my dick baby. Can you do that for me?"
A look of concern or perhaps just astonishment danced across Rob's face as he registered this request and at the next thing he saw, a bag opening and an impressively large dildo being taken out.
But he was not fazed. He simply responded with, "Yeah I think I can do that for you," and relaxed back onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling and waiting.
Julie slipped her legs into the harness and tightened it around her. She took her bottle out and generously lubed up her impressive package. Then she got onto the bed on top of Rob. She studied his face. He really was handsome and sweet looking, somehow like she'd imagined from the window having only seen his ass. She held her cock firmly in one hand and positioned the tip up against Rob's waiting asshole. He was nice and loosened up and he breathed deeply as she inserted the first inch.
"How do you like my cock baby?" she inquired.
"It's so much cock. I feel so full. But I want more."
She kept delicately thrusting forward, five, then six, seven, eight, and finally at last, all nine inches and her grey silicone balls where pressed right up firmly against Rob's ass cheeks.
"Oh fuck me! It's so big!" Rob groaned with stunned pleasure rolling his head loosely from one left to right on the bed.
"Just take your time with it. Let it fill you up," Julie said, as she leaned in to kiss Rob's mouth for the first time. Their lips played wetly and passionately. Their tongues touched each other in a light and sparing and juicy way. Then their mouths parted and Julie ground her hips powerfully in a circle against her new man friend's ass. He let out a soft long moan and his head raised up to look and then collapsed back onto the bed. Julie could tell he was quickly losing control, anything she wanted to do to him now, he was ready and would let her. She was fantastically turned on by her position over this man and by the powerful vibrations hitting her clit and sending her waves of joy.
Rob was more turned on than he could remember ever having been. The pleasures were overpowering. Coursing through his gut. A panicked horniness. Warm and tickly and then ice cold in alternation. In jolts of passion. He felt himself trembling with openness for this new experience. Loving how little control he had left. Submitting to what was happening to him.
Rob's cock was not big but it was straight and well formed. His erection was firm. But as he continued to get fucked, and as his ass opened up, his dick began to relax too. Soon it fell limp against his relatively hairless stomach. It was refreshing for him to be so turned on without being hard.
Julie lifted Rob's legs over her shoulders and positioned a pillow under his lower back. Her hips came upwards, fucking her massive vibrator up into the walls of Rob's ass. She was giving it to him with short firm strokes, and for his part, Rob was taking it and pleading for more. He had always wanted to try getting a big dick like this up his ass, receiving as much as his body could possibly handle. And it was just as sweet as he had dreamed it would be. He couldn't have asked for anything else.
Every now and then he would reach down and rub his hand back and forth on his limp dick for a moment, remembering the sensations there while the rest of him got pleasured too. He caressed and squeezed his loaded hairless balls. When he took his hand away again he could watch as his whole manhood was bounced around by the strong push of the fake cock he was receiving. Deep up his ass he watched the grey dick as it disappeared and emerged anew.
Julie pulled her dick out and sat down on the edge of the bed, taking Rob's hand and inviting him to straddle her. Staring intently at the enticing vibrations of the cock he mounted it, facing Julie, and got two big handfuls of sweet soft tit. He descended gingerly but with confidence, spreading his ass for her once more and slowly swallowing her shaft up into himself.
As he ground himself around on her lap, Rob got even more lost in the depth of the experience, turning helplessly hot and horny. He kissed Julie's lips fiercely, attacked her neck, and then found her large sweet breasts, sucking the small dark rings of her nipples into his mouth and biting them with passion. This, together with the vibrations, was more than she could bare, and Julie had the afternoon's first orgasm, her hips rubbing and squirming to get her clit crushed right up against the base of the vibrating cock, to press her orgasm into being, up out of her groin and shooting throughout her body. She shook as if she were at the end of the world and falling.
Seeing her cum like this drove Rob insane, he started to tug on his cock furiously, while increasing his pace on Julie's cock, sliding up and down the gigantic shaft as if it were nothing. The stimulation was so intense and coming from so many places at once that he could barely tell when he was close, until suddenly he spurted. A small stream of cum fired out of Rob's rigid dick and splashed across Julie's face as her own orgasm continued, became too sensitive, backed off, and then exploded again into a second even stronger than the first. Rob's semen continued to fire into the air, landing all across Julie's neck and left breast. They came together hard. She slapped his ass firmly and dug her fingers into the cheek as he stoked himself and finished, throwing his head back, shouting and panting.
At last Rob was spent, his hard-on quickly melting away again, leaving a small soft penis bouncing once more from the movements of the massive cock pumping behind it. In a moment Julie was finally content, exhausted, and ready to turn her dick off for a while and collapse on the bed. She unfastened her harness and lay beside Rob, running her fingers along in his hair, and scratching at his scalp. |
8 | 24 Hours | Girls_cum_first | Anal | 2007-02-08 | 2008-02-17 | 2022-01-08 09:36:26 | 5 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/24-hours-ch-01-1 | 1. A tale of love and lust in the Caribbean. 2. The beach. 3. Sue. 4. Confessions on a clifftop. 5. More secrets and Sue goes anal. | ['Secret'] | 4.54 | _This is my story. It's a narrative of love and lust on vacation in the Caribbean, and it's mostly true. The locations are very real but to protect the innocent, and the not so, the names have been changed, but you know who you are! This is not really a swinger's story, more of two couples meeting up on the beach by accident and returning home with each other's partner, and with a lot of horny interludes in between. If you are squeamish about total uninhibited sexual pleasure between consenting adults and the erotic language that goes with it, then go read Harry Potter. Otherwise, do please read on, and enjoy. If all holidays were like this one, the world would be a far happier place. For ease of reading I have divided this story into 5 parts._
**24 HOURS - PART ONE – The Librarian**
"I would never guess where you're going on holiday Mr Graham." She spoke softly with a faint Irish accent as she passed me my books.
Although the librarian was not the most unattractive woman I had seen that day, she wore glasses, her ginger hair was tied tightly with a black comb into a bun, and she wore a frumpy dark brown dress topped off by a loose maroon sweater. A simple work badge above her left breast declared her given name to be _Lesilia – Head of Antique Books_. The room was dimly lit and totally lacking in atmosphere, so she seemed to blend into her surroundings perfectly.
What I did next was, at the time, beyond my comprehension. Perhaps it was the alcohol consumed at lunchtime, or had I sensed some deeply hidden sexuality within this female? More likely it was just the sheer pent up frustration of the last few weeks, and that any woman looked fanciable that afternoon! Who would have guessed that within four weeks of entering the antiquarian book department of The British Library that Wednesday afternoon I would be making love with one of its librarians on a moonlit tropical beach!
A few weeks prior to this my American girlfriend Lisa had finally deserted me in favour of an apparently longer appendage, taking with her our jointly owned Apple laptop, plus all the photos and videos we had made together, most of them extremely personal and highly sexual. As a Christmas present she had, through her employers Virgin Atlantic, booked and paid for a Caribbean holiday together, and this very lunchtime had met up with me and agreed that if she could hold on to the computer, I could then keep the holiday tickets, which arrangement eventually proved out to be a very fair exchange indeed. I was also secretly pleased that with the laptop she was taking with her an erotic souvenir of our past year together. We had been wonderful in bed together, but distance apart was the inevitable downfall of our relationship.
The first thought that crossed my mind after we finally parted was that I now needed to find another female to fill her seat on the plane, and of course the holiday bed. The thought of the lack of female company on a tropical vacation for the second time in as many years was unacceptable, especially since Lisa and I had experienced sex just about everywhere except on a beach. From bitter experience one did not pick up single girls in the Caribbean, at least not the sort that didn't nuke your wallet overnight, or of course charge an exorbitant hourly rate.
My principal hobby is photography, specialising in birds (the feathered variety) and tropical flora, and about this time I was obsessed with finding an elusive example of the endangered West Indian Whistling Duck, one of its known habitats being on the island of St Vincent.
Currently without internet access, and possessing little desire for sitting amongst nerds in an internet café, I thus found myself exploring this library in search of more information and history about this small Caribbean island, in particular the nearby tiny private resort of Young Island where that holiday bed was waiting. I refuse to buy travel books, once put to use they sit on the shelf, catch dust and rapidly go out of date, never to be used again.
In the huge main library I had found six volumes on the Leeward Islands and grabbed them all, leaving a conspicuous gap on the shelf. The adjacent dingy room I was now in delivered up a very worn single volume on St Vincent, and yet nothing on Young Island.
Arms laden, I headed for the checkout. The librarian was attending the next person in line, her fingers long and arrow straight, each and every one heavily adorned with a liberal quantity of gaudy rings which clinked noisily each time she date-stamped a book. Automatically I noted the absence of a wedding ring. Her nails were professionally manicured and, out of contrast with her demeanour, painted bright red. I wondered idly if her toenails were the same colour, an adornment I find most stimulating, especially when the toe in question is horizontally inclined with one's own. To complete the picture, she wore pearl necklace, an example of which was last seen on my grandmother!
She looked up as I passed her my stack of books and produced an unexpected warm smile, displaying a very even row of dazzling white teeth. Maybe that's what did it? I am a sucker for beautiful teeth, the polished feel of them in that tentative probing first kiss.
Rubber stamp poised for action, she glanced up, catching me staring at the gentle swelling of her breasts behind that sad looking sweater. I wondered just how much her modest clothing was hiding, suddenly attracted to some hidden sexual energy emanating from this strange woman.
"Lovely name," I remarked, my stare hastily lifting from the badge on her breast to her bright green eyes. She frowned for a moment, then smiled again.
Glancing at my library card she quickly handed it back to me. "I would never guess where you're going on holiday Mr Graham."
It was at this moment that the brain lodged between my legs engaged autopilot and probably changed my life forever, and most certainly not in the direction I expected from this encounter. I grinned back charmingly, holding her stare, oblivious to the customers waiting behind.
"Young Island actually, in the Caribbean. Very small, very exclusive and apparently, very picturesque."
Totally losing the plot I leaned forward conspiratorially and added, " I know this might sound rather odd, but I've just found out that my ex-girlfriend can't come, would you be interested her ticket?"
Clearly from her expression she thought I was joking, because she laughed back at me with a strong Dublin accent, "Bloody right to be sure, do we leave tonight?"
Holding my eyes steady with her own she realised I was serious and put her hands to her open mouth.
"Oh my God! You mean it!"
Before she could react further I quickly held up my hands, "No strings, just companionship and a free holiday."
The elderly woman in line behind me who had been listening intently butted in loudly, "Go for it girl, I would!"
Ignoring the comment I gave Lesilia a winsome smile. "Don't decide now, meet me outside when you finish and we can chat about it, okay?"
Her eyes open wide, she looked stunned as I gathered up my books and hurriedly left the building before giving her a chance to say no thank you or I have a boyfriend or sick mother or some other lame excuse I didn't want to hear at that moment. As I glanced back through the glass doors she was still staring after me, hand to her open mouth, the elderly woman trying to get her attention. As I strode happily back to my car I suddenly realised that the encounter had given rise to an erection, I had just attempted to pull the librarian! And, in her excitement, she hadn't even stamped my books!
Back at my apartment I threw the books on the sofa and poured a large whisky. Only then did the impact of what I had just done really hit me. I had invited a complete stranger to spend ten days with me in the Caribbean, and for all I knew she might not be interested in sex, which would be a holiday disaster, and by the clothes she was wearing she could easily pass for a lesbian! I must have been mad, I knew at least four women who would jump at an all-expenses paid holiday in the tropics, not discounting my ex-girlfriend Lisa's delightful younger sister who had hit on me in a big way at a recent party. Karen's number was scrawled on a Post-it by my bedside phone; one call and I knew her bags would be packed! I had to get out of this dilemma I resolved, the chances were that Lesilia would sensibly refuse and the door would be open again, but I had to do the gentlemanly thing and meet her as arranged, especially as I had to return the books at some stage, even if only to get them stamped.
A little before 5.30 I was waiting outside the library main entrance with my speech prepared. _"Look_ _Lesilia, I was totally out of order in there and will totally understand if you don't want to come."_ I rephrased it a dozen times until I was convinced I had the words which would guarantee a refusal and allow her to keep face, thus leaving me free to chase Lisa's very available sister. My well-prepared speech was instantly forgotten when ten minutes later a delightful sexy creature bearing only the remotest resemblance to a librarian called Lesilia, descended the steps toward me, smiling nervously.
"Put your eyes back in their sockets Mr Graham and buy me a drink please. I think I need one after that proposal of yours." She surprisingly took my arm as we made our way to the pub across the square.
"Vodka and tonic please, I have to go pee."
I watched her stride away through the bar and stared again open-mouthed at the revelation. She had changed out of the frumpy work clothes into a pair of beige skin-hugging jeans encasing the tiniest ass I had seen in years, plus a pink sleeveless top covering a pair of small perky breasts. It was difficult in the subdued light to ascertain if she was wearing a bra. Her curly red hair now fell loosely around her shoulders. When she returned we touched glasses.
"Jekyll and Hyde," I remarked, glancing at her clothes.
"I have to dress down at work," she explained, "Or I get all the weirdos making the most outrageous propositions!" She grinned slyly.
"In which case you might think you are drinking with one, my name's Tom by the way." I extended a formal hand.
"Les. I have to say you don't look like the usual type of weirdo we get in there."
I gave an exaggerated bow. "Thank you ma'am."
She grinned. "I checked you out on the credit database. Amazing what you can find out on there!"
"Inside leg too?"
"Ha ha, everything but!"
"So Les, where do we go from here?"
She looked at me seriously for a moment. "Well, you are obviously a person who goes after what he wants, and I admire that in a man, but whether you have succeeded is totally a different matter."
"I'm sorry if I put you on the spot in there, I'm not usually as forward as that."
"It was a bit of a surprise, but I must admit it brightened up a dull day." She sipped at her drink. "But I want to know a couple of things before I even consider this."
"Be my guest," I countered, catching the barman's eye and nodding for a second round.
"My parents had a twisted sense of humour, but my friends call me Les, okay? For obvious reasons I can't put that on my badge!" She grinned. "And I assure you I'm not one of those!"
Her eyes locked with mine. "Tom, I want to know about you, what you do, and any bad habits. And, if you smoke or you're married, then no bloody way, it's goodbye here and now."
"And the second question umm, Les?"
"I'll ask that when you have answered the first," she smiled, her emerald eyes still holding mine.
We took our drinks to a quieter part of the bar and I gave her a brief history. At 27 I guess I was at least a couple of years older than her, but we matched each other with our slim features, and whereas I was close on six feet she was a comfortable six inches shorter. I had a quick vision of her gazing up at me lovingly, moist lips parted, inviting that first passionate kiss. I wondered how soon that might be.
"Lesil... sorry, Les… I am just a humble architect, a partner in a small firm in Southfields."
"You must have wealthy clients to pay for a Caribbean holiday."
I laughed. "Normally Europe is my limit, and we have an office in Paris, where I met my ex last year. She paid for our holiday by the way."
Her eyes widened at the mention of the word 'our.'
I told her of my failed childless marriage followed shortly by a wild six month affair with Lisa, and which of course finally came officially to an end just a few hours ago.
"So I am a rebound date then?"
"No, no." I emphatically shook my head. "I hardly saw anything of Lisa in the last few months, we only slept together twice since New Years."
"No one else in that time?"
"Nope."
"Any hobbies?"
"Doing or watching?"
"Both"
"Beer, football and sex," I joked.
She put down her drink and started to rise, holding out her hand. "Goodbye then."
I held her arm. "Hey, just joking. Actually I am an avid cricket fan, short of being Barmy Army, but sadly couldn't afford the time to go to the World Cup. I play badminton and tennis; love to swim but only in warm seas."
I told her of my passion for photography and searching for rare birds.
"I think I might have found one today!" I added, grinning.
She smiled, flashing those dazzling kissable teeth. "Okay, now tell me why I would like this Young Island, whatever you call it."
The pub was filling up and, with the noise making conversation increasingly difficult, we moved closer together, her bare shoulder touching my arm as we leaned against the bar.
"Well, it's little more than a privately owned rock, got its own hotel and sandy beach, and if it lives up to the rest of the Caribbean it will be divine. Apparently the individual chalets are set amongst bougainvillea and palm trees, with a pool in the centre. And instead of deck chairs they have hammocks."
She smiled, her thoughts clearly drifting to 4000 miles away.
"It's very romantic," I added, hoping these were the words which would convince her. I was wrong.
"I'm not looking for romance Tom, my last one bit me in the ass."
I changed tack. "Okay, perhaps when I get back on line I can send you some pics of the place?"
A rugby type forced his way to the bar and I placed an arm around Les to shield her from the intrusion, her body melting rather surprisingly into mine. As she appeared to be gaining interest I became bolder.
"Before she became my ex-girlfriend, Lisa and I were obviously going to share one of the chalets. If you are still interested in all this, may I be the gentleman and suggest separate beds would be appropriate or, I can ask if there is a separate cabin available."
"Very gallant of you Tom, but a bit over the top. Of course I'm interested, I wouldn't be here otherwise would I?"
She held up a hand as I started to bumble a reply.
"But in the remote chance I agree to this, you are a young available guy, I am a single younger woman, and I have to assume you want more than just someone to carry your camera case around, right?"
She didn't wait for my reply. "So I'm going to have to think about it, okay?"
Les had to be aware that it's not often a girl gets invited on such an expensive date, the temptation must surely be too much to ignore. So I was hoping. I remained silent, knowing there was more to come.
She gulped a long sip from her glass. "Look, I'll be honest. It's obvious I am tempted, I so need a holiday right now, and I know I shouldn't be telling you this but…" taking another large swig, "…I haven't had sex in ages. So I have to be comfortable with the thought of sharing a room with you. I just need time to think it over. And anyway, I have to see if I can get the time off and also get my mum to look after my little girl."
"Oh, how old is she, your girl I mean? Where is the father?"
"Mary's nearly six and he cleared off as soon as he knew I was pregnant."
"Bastard," I commented with an appropriate disapproving tone.
"Not really Tom, if I was him I would have done the same, I was sleeping around a lot at the time and a bit careless with the pill. As it happens any one of three blokes could have been the father, though my intuition says it was him." She smiled at the surprised look on my face.
"Have I shocked you?"
"Not really I suppose, I sowed a lot of oats myself a few years ago, probably nearly a field full."
She laughed briefly, then frowned. "I've only had one true boyfriend since then, but when I eventually asked him to move in with me and Mary, he ran a mile. Do you know it took me two years after he had gone to discover that all that time he was married? We certainly find them don't we!" she sighed.
"All part of the experience we call life I am told."
"Please tell me you are not married, are you Tom?"
"I told you I was divorced two years ago, I can show you the certificate if you want?"
"No, I believe you, you seem a trusty sort of guy."
"Thank you. So where do we go from here?"
She declined another drink "Right now I have to pick Mary up from my mum and ship her off to a birthday party, can I phone you tomorrow?"
"Yes of course, I'd like that," I took her arm and we threaded our way out of the pub.
"Better idea, why not dinner tomorrow?"
"Umm, I need to think on that one Tom." She suddenly gripped my arm. "By the way, didn't you have anyone else in mind for this trip?"
"Only if you had said no, I haven't asked anyone else."
"I haven't said yes yet," she smiled back.
"Fernando's at eight? Just dinner, no strings?"
"You keep mentioning strings Tom, I must remember to pack some scissors!" She smirked and hesitated.
"Come on Les, you know you want to really."
She laughed as we went down the steps. "Those were the very words that got me pregnant!"
We stared at each other in silence and then she relented. "All right. Is that the Mexican place by the station?"
As I nodded she surprised me by leaning into me and kissing me full on the lips. "That's to tell you I am interested, but no more than that, not just yet anyway."
We parted at the library car park after she had noted the dates of the holiday and we had swapped mobile numbers. She blew me a kiss as she drove away in a little green Mini.
***
Next day I woke early, subconsciously clutching the usual morning hard-on, imagining Les's head on the pillow next to mine as we softly caressed each other after a night of mind-boggling sex in our tropical hideaway. After yesterday's conversation I was pretty sure she wanted to come with me but clearly didn't want to appear too eager. I respect women who play a little hard to get, knowing only too well that they enjoy the chase as much. So, being positive and believing she wanted me to make the next move, I sent her a text.
' _Hi Les, look forward to tonite! Tom x. PS At some stage I will need a surname to change the booking, hope its yours!'_
Five tense filled minutes later she replied, _'Kool.'_ That was it, just _'Kool.'_
I played the message again expecting more but, just…' _Kool'._
After a quick shower I set off on the Tube to meet a client in the City followed by another in West London and when the train eventually surfaced into sunshine my mobile buzzed in my shirt pocket.
_"It's Baron, Lesilia Baron. Make sure you spell it right. Lx"_
_"Kool from me too. xT"_ I typed _. "PS I'm at Barons Ct Tube. How's that for coincidence?"_
_"Must b meant..cu tonite x."_
I spent the rest of the day happy as a dog with two tails and wondering how soon we would be able to test our sexual compatibility, or whether she would want to wait until we got to the island.
Kitted out in my best chinos and pale blue shirt I checked my wallet for sufficient cash and my last unused latex insurance which had taken up permanent residence behind my credit cards, and arrived at Fernando's a little early, ordering myself a Cerveza. Being a Thursday the bistro wasn't too busy and I acquired a secluded corner table. An elderly client of mine passed by and just as we started to exchange pleasantries my date arrived, and what an entrance! Les gave the little black number a whole new identity, showing off her short slender figure to perfection, there was not a single part of that dress that didn't touch her body. For me a body-clinging calf-length dress showing a discreet amount of compact cleavage is worth ten of a big-boobed bimbo in a mini. Her long curly hair was gathered in a plaited ponytail and emphasised her long elegant neck. She smiled as she slid into the offered seat and my client moved away, his face green with envy. Lesilia had clearly gone to great lengths to impress me, my eyes not being the only part of my being that was appreciative!
For a few minutes we talked a little nonsense, both hesitant to bring up the main reason for our meeting. It was Les who finally broke the ice.
"Tom, I think you should know I'm not looking for a relationship just now. I'm just…"
She paused while the waiter arrived with a couple of beers
"…I'm just happy in my present situation bringing up Mary without any unnecessary complications, like clingy boyfriends."
"I understand but…"
She held up her hand, avoiding my stare. "Shhh…. I just owe it to myself to have a little fun now and again and this seems as good an opportunity as any. It seems ages since I let my hair down." She sighed, looking up. "Now, what were you going to say?"
"I was going to say that in the library I said no strings, so I too have no expectations. If we decide never to meet again when we get back home I will accept that, no doubt very reluctantly," I added, smiling into her eyes.
"Cool. Lets forget this talk about strings shall we? I just want some fun time without complications. As they say, what happens in the Caribbean stays in the Caribbean?"
"I think you'll find that's Las Vegas!" We both laughed together.
"Does this mean I can cancel the single beds?" I ventured.
"Why, whatever do you have in mind you naughty man?" a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
"Nothing really, it's just that one large bed leaves more space in the room than two singles, that's all."
"Yeah right."
The knowledge that I was going to fuck this sexy woman in the very near future was driving my hormones wild, with the obvious visible effect on my anatomy. Little did I realise that the contents of my wallet would be called into service much sooner than I expected, and I don't mean the cash to pay the bill.
A disinterested waiter served our starters, and they arrived cold. After much complaining they were returned to us obviously over micro-waved and totally dried up.
"This is fucking shit," declared Les, shocking me, the waiter and half the restaurant. "I am no cook but I can do better than this bloody heap of crap," she blazed. Some weak applause supported her from a nearby table.
"Sorry," she grinned in her anger. "But don't you agree?"
I didn't think the food was that bad but I replied calmly, raising an eyebrow. "Care to prove it, or shall we find somewhere else to eat?"
She stood up angrily. "Too bloody right, come on let's go."
Fortunately this tirade had softened my penile swelling and I went to pay for the drinks while Les hailed a taxi.
"Sorry about the French, if there's one thing I hate it's bad service and cold food. Do you like pasta?"
"Only if I can do the sauce."
"Deal," She kissed me lightly on the cheek as we settled back in the cab, knees touching.
She pointed to a block of council flats that we passed. "That's where my mum lives."
"Is that where Mary is tonight?"
She grinned at me curiously. "I know what you're thinking Tom! And yes she is, but only until the carriage turns back into a pumpkin!"
As opposed to my modern apartment overlooking the local park, Les's flat was on the top floor of a converted Victorian house just outside Kingston. It consisted of two bedrooms, a tiny bathroom which I was grateful to make use of, and a convenient kitchen leading open-plan style off the spacious living room, the centre piece being the largest sofa I had ever seen, beautifully upholstered in cream leather.
"I've seen king-size beds smaller than that," I laughed.
"It serves the same purpose," she smiled. "My brother and his girlfriend come up to town from Dorset and with the train just around the corner it's very convenient for them to sleep on, and whatever else they do."
I ignored the sexual suggestion and nodded toward the kitchen, "What about this pasta then?"
"OK let me go change, I can't cook in this. There's drinks in the fridge, and I think there's a Chardy I opened the other day, help yourself. Mines a Bud please. By the way Tom," she called over her shoulder, "I'm not usually into bad language, sorry about earlier."
"No probs," I replied as I spilled half the contents of the overfilled fridge on to the floor.
I was examining photographs on the mantelpiece when she returned in a red DKNY sweatshirt and loose black leggings with bare feet sporting, as I had dared to hope, brilliant red toenails. She had untied her ponytail, her red hair now flowing down over her shoulders.
"Tom, I don't think I have the ingredients for a sauce but I have got some ready made in that cupboard. You sort that out and I will do the pasta. Is fussili ok?" I nodded. "And there's a baguette in the freezer if you want to bung it in the microwave."
As we worked and chatted together I became aware of a strong sexual energy growing between us, I was as horny as I had been all evening and with the effect of the wine I was getting increasingly less bothered about Les noticing the changing shape of my chinos.
With our pans gently bubbling away we raised our drinks and clinked glasses. "Cheers Les, thank you for wanting to come on this little adventure. I promise to make it special for you."
She smiled seductively and kissed me fully on the lips, pressing her ample breasts into my chest.
"And I promise to make it one you will remember too. I think I need it as much as you do."
She reached around me to prod the steaming pasta. "I am referring to the dinner of course," she added with a smirk.
I pulled her even closer to me pressing my erection into her belly, our warm bodies feeling the heat and desire for each other as we kissed urgently, our tongues eagerly exploring each other's mouths for the first time, our pulses racing, passion mounting, my hands descending to the round globes of her ass. When we stopped to catch our breath she glanced down at the obvious outline of my cock, a tell-tale had appeared in the cotton. "God, how long have you been like that?"
"Ever since we met yesterday," I laughed, but she playfully pushed me away and turned back towards the stove, but not before I noticed her erect nipples pressing against her oversize t-shirt.
"Let's not spoil the food Tom."
We sat cross-legged on the floor with our backs to the sofa and ate silently, our hunger evenly divided between the meal and the increasing desire for each other. I pointed to a blob of sauce on her chin and before she could wipe it away I leaned forward and gently licked it off her face, softly placing it on her lips.
"Too good to waste," I smiled, and we kissed slowly tasting and swapping the bolognese on our tongues.
"Mmm, saucy," she laughed.
"Me, or the dinner?" I licked my lips suggestively.
"Both, especially when tasted slowly."
We were silent for a while as we finished our pasta, each lost in our own thoughts, and knowing in our hearts we would not be able to hold back our passion much longer. When we had literally licked our plates clean, Les moved to the sofa, patting the space beside her invitingly. As she sat back on the seat her loose top rode up over her hips, her thighs just far enough apart to expose the curved crease of her pussy encased within the black leggings. Knowing what I had seen she grinned and took my hand and placed it on her thigh, but resisted my attempt to move it into more tropical territory.
"Tom, I think you can tell that I want you very much, but there is something you should know about me before we get carried away."
"Well, if you are not a black-widow spider in disguise, and you said you are not a lesbian then I guess with that body you must be the British Library's top pole dancer?"
Instead of smiling she looked at me seriously, taking my other hand in hers. "Not as serious as that but pretty bad maybe in your eyes. You really might want to change your mind Tom and take that erection home."
I looked down at the ridge in my pants, more than ever determined that I would not leave this apartment in this condition. Les wanted to unload and suddenly looked very vulnerable and obviously wanted my approval as much as the holiday itself.
"Tom, I don't know how to say this, no-one but my Mum knows."
"Whatever you say you wont shock me, I promise. And I can keep a secret." Reluctantly I removed my hand from her thigh and hooked my arm around her shoulder. She sighed and rested her head on my chest, obviously keen to avoid eye-to-eye contact.
She took a deep breath. "Before I got my present job, I was sexually active."
"So? What's so bad about that? Lucky you, I say. I wish I'd been around then!"
"I mean very active."
"I don't understand. You like sex, so what's the problem?"
She waved her arm around the room which, on closer examination, was very expensively furnished.
"Tom, how do you think I paid for this place?"
Slowly it dawned on me. "You mean…?"
"Uh huh, I was an escort girl."
I started to interrupt, but she put her finger to my lips.
"Let me finish. I slept with men for a living, even a couple of girls. But I didn't do it for me, I wanted to give Mary a nice home and a private school, and so that I would never have to depend on any man ever again. I was a high class whore Tom."
I stayed silent, gently caressing her hand in mine, my lips exploring her hair, my own heart racing.
"So now what do you think of your demure sexless librarian?"
I replied by lifting her head and kissing her slowly and, melting into my arms, she started crying gently, her soft lips sucking on my probing tongue. I slid my hand under her shirt touching her warm flesh for the first time and gently stroked the underside of her naked breasts.
"That changes nothing. You are still the person I met yesterday, you are still the same person I want to take on holiday, and you are so very much the same person I want to make love with, preferably as soon as possible."
She smiled through her tears and we kissed deeply, our tongues duelling in a frenzy of passion. As my fingers encountered her erect nipples, her own found their way to the outline of my very erect cock.
"Mmm, someone seems to approve of my past."
She squeezed me gently, releasing a small jet of liquid into my pants. In return I slid my hand up her naked thigh, my little finger finally nestling into the warm crease of her cotton clad pussy, already moist with the dew of love.
"Actually I approve of the Les that's here and now, and I think she approves of me." She squirmed as I pressed harder into her pussy, and she groaned as we slowly we fell back together on the cushions.
Without further ado we fucked deliciously on that cream leather sofa. It was urgent primitive sex without any foreplay, borne mainly out of frustration, and yet it was the most spontaneous and fulfilling fuck that either of us could remember in a long time. After orgasming deep inside her I silently prayed that latex doesn't deteriorate with age!
Naked, we laid together in silence for what seemed an eternity, each lost in our own private thoughts. I had just fucked a hooker for free (alright, ex- hooker), and I suspected that, like me, she hadn't had sex in quite a while.
Later, as we lay silently in each other's arms and as Little Tom was regaining his earlier glory and contemplating re-entry, Les pushed me away and grabbed some tissues to mop up the evidence of our union from the leather, and somewhere to deposit the condom. We stood naked face to face as I held her shoulders, my cock erect again against her belly. She had tears in her eyes.
I whispered, "You're okay, you're okay by me. I don't care who you have slept with or how often, just as long as we can do this again."
Tenderly holding my cock, sticky in her little hand, she bent down and kissed the head, with one eye on the clock. "Tom, what I would really like right now is to take you to my bed and make love with this fellow all through the night, but I really have to go fetch Mary, my mum starts her shift at eleven."
Seeing the disappointment on my face, she again looked at the clock, then grinned. "I think it's five minutes fast. Do you think you can cum in five minutes?"
"Try me," I replied pressing her head towards my groin.
With a little help from my hand and vigorous attention from her eager lips I made it in four, the quickest blowjob I could remember. Her tongue laden with spunk, she mumbled something incoherent and waved toward her beer bottle. She took a long swig.
"Thank you Tom, much better diluted."
I replied, kissing her creamy lips, "I must remember to keep plenty of beer in stock!"
After dressing, I offered to wash up but she led me to the door and we walked together as far as her mother's building and parted with a soft kiss. "Text me tomorrow, and… thank you Tom."
It was nearly two miles to my home but I decided to walk and take in all that had happened in the last day or so. My first thoughts were to thank God for remembering to bring a condom, my second was to remember to buy some more, a lot more!
I was home by midnight via a quick double in my local. Jan the barmaid observed me with a bright glint in her Irish eyes. "You look happy tonight Tom, what you been up to then?"
"Nothing," I replied unconvincingly with a smug grin.
"You've been shaggin' you lucky dog!"
"What makes you think that?" I grinned sheepishly as she passed me a double rye-and-dry.
"You think it only shows on women's faces?"
"Is it that obvious?"
She returned to collecting empty glasses. "Anyone I know?"
"Nope. Just someone I met recently and going on holiday with."
"Lucky dog, where to?"
"Caribbean."
"Shit! Why didn't you ask me then?"
"I don't think George would approve do you?" just as her husband appeared from the kitchen.
"Approve of what," he mumbled, giving the bar top a cursory wipe.
"I suggested going with Tom here to the Caribbean, stop him getting into trouble."
"Good idea," he muttered, "Get you out of my hair."
Laughing, I sank the rest of my drink and went home to my bed thinking of the holiday to come and savouring the smell of her that still lingered on my body.
***
Next morning I sent Les a text.
_"Hi sexy! Thanks for last night and especially for sharing. I don't care who you are or what you have done, ur a very special person and I want you on my holiday. Txx PS and in my bed!_
Her reply was immediate _"Thanks Tom, if it's like last night I look forward to both!"_
_"So when can we do it again?"_
She evaded the question _."Same pub at one?"_
_"Bit public for sex don't you think?"_
_"For a drink, silly!"_
I spent the morning catching up on some planning drawings for my client in the City, and showed up in the pub a little early to find Les at the end of the bar and already well into a bottle of Bud, and of course dressed in her draconian work attire. I grabbed myself a beer and we found a little table in the window overlooking the square.
"I bonked your twin sister last night," I joked, frowning at her gear and wondering how her punters would feel if they saw her now.
"I'll have to ask her if you were any good, she's very choosy you know," she laughed.
"She was very special actually and the sex was the best I have had in yonks, she seemed very experienced in the art of delight."
"I wonder how that could be?" The smile disappeared from her place. "So?"
"So." I replied, one eye raised in question, wondering where the conversation was going, hoping of course it would be an indication of the timing of the next horizontal meeting of our bodies.
"Listen Tom, I know what's on your mind."
"Just your normal horny male, one bite of the cherry, I want the whole tree!"
"No, what I meant was, how did you feel making love with a prostitute?"
"Well, for starters it wouldn't be the first time and, secondly I believe you said ex-prostitute?" with an emphasis on the 'ex.' "It really didn't cross my mind at all. I just saw you as a very sexy lady who had never really experienced some decent cock!"
She kicked me under the table. "I think you should know that part of my life ended two years ago."
"I realise that, but if I may ask, what made you give it up if it was so lucrative?"
"A girl I knew got badly beaten up by a punter and that was enough for me, and it was about the same time that I got offered this job," pointing to her badge.
I shrugged my shoulders. "It's okay Les, I really have no problem with it, I'm thrilled that you took the courage to tell me, you didn't have to you know."
"I know, and I don't have any regrets because I did it all for Mary, and my mum got looked after too, before she got herself a new man."
She paused, looking at me thoughtfully. "You said you went with a prostitute Tom, when was that?"
A little embarrassed with the straight question, I answered softly, "I went with a couple of those girls while I was married, I thought that better at the time than being properly unfaithful, and God knows I had enough opportunities."
"That's what we were there for Tom. I don't think going to bed with an escort is being unfaithful. I hope you stayed safe."
"Of course I did, I have to admit that I hate the bloody things though."
"Don't we all Tom, but that's the world we live in. I must admit I miss that feeling of a man releasing himself completely inside me. So what happened to your marriage?"
"Well, I went from a very active sexual life, I was in the Navy for a while, into marrying a woman who had peculiar values in that department. She was a Methodist and believed that sex was purely for the procreation of offspring. After a few practice runs she suspected I was just shagging her for the fun of it, which of course I was, and more or less called a halt to the proceedings. She accused me of not trying."
"How long were you together?"
"Only two years and a bit, we split up eighteen months ago. I had one or two meaningless flings to let off steam, then met Lisa in Paris and that lasted until a week ago, it would seem now that for her it ended soon after Christmas when I introduced her to my old friend Rachel."
"Ooh interesting! Bisexual girl friend eh? Lucky man!"
Les leaned forward and whispered, "So when did you last have sex Tom? Before last night I mean. You seemed to go at it like a man possessed, not that I minded!"
"Was it that obvious? New Year's Day actually, so..umm.. about six months I guess." I excluded a wild gothic creature called Katie from the equation, that was after all only oral sex in a car park. And no, she didn't even let me cum in her mouth.
"Mmm, thought you had been saving it up," she grinned, finishing her beer. "In my work I was very used to handling frustrated husbands!"
"I can imagine which bits you handled! I wish I had met you when I was straying from the nest."
I pointed to her empty glass. "Another one?" She nodded and I fetched two more Buds.
"So, how long had it been it for you Les?"
She took a swig from the bottle and stared hard into my eyes. "Would nearly a year surprise you?"
I gulped on my drink making her laugh. "I have been devoted to making up for lost time with Mary, she had spent so many evenings with my mum."
"So no one else then?"
"Just a fling with a married guy last summer, only I didn't know at the time that he was married, I just seem to attract those sorts. Until you came along the other day I had lost interest, or I thought I had," she added poking me in the ribs and grinning.
"It was totally unexpected for me too you know, I don't usually jump in that quickly."
"Spontaneous sex is the best Tom, and I never had much of that." She leaned forward, her lips almost touching mine, and whispered against my mouth. "And now I want more, a lot more. Do you think you will be able to handle me?"
"I think I managed ok last night!"
"That was just a warm up darling, you haven't seen me in full flow, and I do come with excellent credentials!"
"In which case," I replied, "would you care to show me your résumé this evening?"
She held up her hand. "No Tom, that's why I wanted to meet you here. Don't take this the wrong way, but I would like us to be celibate until we get on holiday, I want to repeat what we did last night, but ten times better, and for me that means saving it up again. Then I want to do something I have never done."
"What?" I replied, wondering what she could possibly have excluded in her previous employment.
"I want to have sex on the beach in the moonlight."
"Okay, in that case I think I might just be able to wait four weeks!"
"And no fingers or hands either, no masturbating."
"Oh shit, that will be really hard."
She laughed. "Good, keep it that way, save it for me. I will make it worth your while Tom. Just think of the reward at the other end," she added.
"I'm thinking of the reward at this end," I joked, pointing to my crotch. She giggled as I added, "I would much prefer lots of little daily rewards, on that big sofa of yours."
Her eyes pleaded. "Please, for me?"
"Ok, I'll try."
"Good, and we can still meet at lunchtimes to check on each other?"
"If I meet you in that gear all the time, then the problem's solved," I joked.
She looked down at her sweater. "You might find it hard to believe, but I have got some even mousier ones than this!"
"You better wear them then if I'm going to last four weeks!"
We had another beer and shared a sandwich while we discussed the travel arrangements, and then parted with a kiss on the cheek, hardly the farewell I expected from someone I had shagged heartily on her sofa some twelve hours ago.
Over the following weeks I buried myself in my work, interspaced with texts or phone calls from Les. Mostly they were about the holiday arrangements but others like _"Tom I love_ _your beautiful fat dick and want it in my wet pussy, hurry up the 28 th"_ did not help me to concentrate on my work. If we got the slightest bit horny with each other on the phone we would agree reluctantly to hang up. We also met up a couple of times a week at the pub, all the time she was kitted out in her sexless librarian gear. If she did it on purpose to keep my ardour down, she certainly succeeded because never once did I touch myself except in the bathroom, and she assured me of the same although she admitted she hadn't felt so horny in ages
_"I'm fucking randy Tom, and I want you to fuck me hard, real soon'_ was another message received. Fortunately I was in a big meeting, otherwise I think I would have broken my promise!
We chatted a lot about the holiday, what each of us was taking and the things we wanted to see and do, including of course the sex.
I wondered if the two dozen mint-flavoured condoms I was packing would be sufficient. The check-out girl's eyes in the supermarket were a sight not to be forgotten!
_Part 2 follows, and the climate heats up, as does the sex!_
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9 | 30 Minutes | PaulBeenisPatrol | Anal | 2019-11-29 | 2019-11-29 | 2022-01-08 09:36:32 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/30-minutes-1 | A lost bet leads to 30 minutes of pleasure. Anal/Deepthroat. | ['Anal Sex', 'Bdsm', 'Bet', 'Blowjob', 'Deepthroat', 'Domination', 'Head', 'Submission'] | 4.22 | Alice took off her circular glasses and rubbed her temple. "Jesus fucking Christ." Calvin was destroying her in Mario Kart.
"C'mon," Calvin said with a grin, hand outstretched. Alice sighed, and reached down to her back left pocket to pull out her wallet. Her hand stopped. She asked "Double or nothing?"
She already owed him $40, but she knew the next map was Wario Mountain - and she NEVER loses on Wario Mountain.
"Deal." They started the next match. Calvin drove straight off the road, and hit three bananas in a row. He grumbled, "This game's broken." Alice grinned as she pulled ahead into first. Calvin sat up in his chair, he wasn't about to lose $80, especially not to Princess Peach. He drove through the next item box, grabbing a blue shell.
"How's it feel like to finally be in first place?" "Oh it just feels great." "Are you sure about that?"
Alice winced as she saw what was coming. The blue shell nuked Peach, and she watched as Toad zoomed past her to the finish line.
"You asshole!" she groaned. "Hell yeah baby! Fork it over!"
Alice rolled her eyes and reached for her wallet. But it wasn't in her left pocket. She checked her right pocket - it wasn't there either. She remembered that earlier when her wallet couldn't fit in her tight, high-wasted shorts, she put it on her bed, where it was probably now still sitting. She forgot to grab it before she left for Calvin's.
"Um... Calvin?" "Yeah?" "I don't have my wallet with me." He looked at her. "Really Alice? Last night, and now this?"
Alice remembered that she still owed Calvin money for the match the night before. "Yeah... Really..."
Calvin stood and paced the room. She stuttered, "I can get it to you tomorrow night?" "Nope, you said that the night before, and the night before." Alice winced as she remembered that she still hadn't paid Calvin two nights ago either. Some quick mental math revealed that she owed him around $200.
She really sucked at Mario Kart, but no way in hell was she going to admit it.
"If you're not gonna pay me with money, we're gonna need to work something else out," Calvin declared.
The room fell silent.
"15 minutes," she whispered.
"What?"
"For 15 minutes you can do whatever you want to me, and my body." She muttered, avoiding eye contact.
Calvin froze. This was his chance. He put his fingers to his chin, and pretended to be deep in thought. "You owe me $200 dollars. You think 15 minutes will make up for that?"
She blushed. She awkwardly played with her fingers, and rocked back and forth on her heels. "F-f-fine. 30 minutes."
Calvin thought some more. He walked up to her. She was a full head shorter than him. "Sure. I'll settle your debt, on one condition." "What?"
"No safety word."
Alice turned bright red. She played with her hair nervously. She trusted Calvin, they had been dating for about four months now and he'd always been nothing but courteous to her. He respected her bounds and she did his. But those boundaries were about to disappear, for 30 minutes.
She gulped. "Deal."
Calvin scooped her up and ran to the bedroom. She squealed in aroused fear. She glanced at a clock as he ran past: it read 9:47. *I just have to last until 10:17,* Alice thought to herself.
He kicked the door shut and dropped her on the bed. "All fours," he barked. Nervously, she got onto her hands and knees. Doggy style was pretty normal for them, what would be different this time?
He pulled down her shorts, and struggled to get the waistband down her wide hips. She was wearing a simple pair of beige panties. He scoffed. "Really? This is what you present me?"
Alice blushed, he'd never complained about her underwear before. "S-sorry Calvin?" A hand clapped her left butt cheek. "That's Master to you." "S-sorry Master..."
He walked away from her, and pulled out a box from the bottom of his closet. She turned her neck around to watch him rummage through the box, but then a pair of lingerie hit her in the face.
"Put it on. Now. We're going to re-do this." "Yes Master."
She stood up awkwardly, scooping up the underwear from the bed. She took off her oversize t-shirt, and her beige bra. She looked downward, but she felt his gaze on her bare skin.
She picked up a piece of black lace and identified it as a black thong. She gulped, and slid the butt floss up her thighs. She picked up the matching bra, and put it on. She was surprised to feel pressure underneath her breasts, and realized it was a push-up. It squeezed her chest, it was just a little too small for her D-cups. She realized there were one accessory left, a studded, leather collar. She clipped it around her neck.
Alice looked up, embarrassed and anxious to see if Calvin approved. She heard a camera shutter, and realized Calvin had just snapped a photo with his iPhone.
"Calvin, you asshole!" He stepped forward, looming over her. "What did you just call me?" She flinched at his words. "Back on the bed."
"Yes m-master." She shakily got back onto her hands and knees on the bed. Alice couldn't see what Calvin was doing, but she felt his presence move back and forth behind her. She heard him fidget with some container, the pop of a lid opening, and the sound of viscous liquid. After what seemed like an eternity, she felt his hips press against her cheeks. She shuddered at the touch.
His hands groped her cheeks, massaging and roughly playing with her peaches. She felt his toadstool trace the edges of her vagina, rubbing up and around her inner thighs.
Then suddenly, she felt something slip past her thong into her asshole. "Mnnghhghh~!" she muffled her gasp. Calvin calmly moved his thumb around the inside of her butt. Alice never let him do anal, and he totally understood why. But today, now, this was his chance to enter the forbidden lands.
"You okay?" Calvin whispered. Alice felt his breath on her neck. She nodded. She felt comforted to know that even in a no holds barred zone, he still worried about her.
"Alright. Here we go." He withdrew his thumb, and Alice braced for his dick. She felt him push his way inside. It hurt like hell, even with all the lube.
Calvin paused, watching her response. She seemed okay, so he inserted another inch. "MMMMnnnmnmMMNmmnnnn!" She grabbed the bed sheets and tried to tilt herself to an easier angle. There was none.
Calvin pushed in deeper, feeling her tight ass contract and quiver around his dick. Alice's vagina was already tight, but this was on a whole different level. Every centimeter of his girth was wrapped in her fleshy interior.
He looked down and saw that he was about halfway inside. Alice was struggling to stay still, and was squirming around, trying to lessen the pain. He grabbed her by the hips, and heaved her down the full way.
Alice grunted, and muttered, "Jesus fucking chrIST!" her voice pitching higher as she felt him fully enter her. She panted, taking deep breaths as her ass tried to comprehend the foreign object blocking passage. Her clit quivered uncontrollably.
He slowly withdrew from her sphincter, and then suddenly slammed his way back inside. Alice howled in pain.
Calvin slapped her ass again. "Did I say you could speak?"
Alice took deep breaths. "No sir."
"Then don't."
"Yes sir."
Calvin began to slide his cock in and out of her ass. Alice grimaced as she felt it piston up and down inside her. The pain was starting to lessen, the lubricant was really helping.
He grunted, and reached their normal fucking speed. Alice groaned as she felt her ass ravaged by his dick. Calvin, feeling emboldened from his power, began to thrust faster and faster.
Alice's whimpers became louder. At the higher speeds her ass wasn't sticking to the dick, and was instead gliding on the lube. After all, static friction is less than kinetic friction. (There's your physics lesson for the day)
Alice's hair bounced in a wave with each pump of his dick. She began to push back against him, hoping that it would be over. She definitely wasn't enjoying herself... Was she?
It was a totally different sensation than PIV sex, but all things considered it wasn't that bad. It was a little painful and rough, but that was kind of kinky. She bit her lip. She could see herself doing this again, she would just have to willpower through the initial pain again.
Calvin pulled out his dick from her quivering rectum. Alice held her breath, wondering what was next. He tightened his grip on her hips, and slammed back into her ass, and pumped ropes of semen into her ass. Alice moaned, as she felt his cock convulse inside of her, and felt the warm cum fill her up. He hadn't cum this much before, ever.
Panting, he slowly withdrew his cock. Both of them took a moment to get their breath back. He pulled her by her hips off the bed. She stood up, looking at him. He grabbed her chin and pushed his lips against hers. Alice, who was already on the edge, orgasmed as Calvin kissed her and bit her lip. She shivered with pleasure from the kiss. Her asshole ached at the empty space left by his dick.
Breaking the kiss, Calvin pushed down on her shoulders. Alice knew this universal signal for "suck my dick" and dropped to her knees. She stared at the cock that had been in her ass seconds prior. She looked uneasy at the thought of sucking a dick that had been inside her butt, and Calvin knew that.
"Is my cock not clean enough for you?" Alice looked uneasy. She started to shake her head no, but then turned it into a shrug. Calvin frowned and sat down on the bed. "You have one minute. Clean my cock."
Alice hesitated, then leaped to her feet and ran to the kitchen. Calvin tapped his foot impatiently awaiting her return. She returned 20 seconds later, dropping to her knees, out of breath, holding a bucket of water and a sponge. Alice dunked the sponge in the bucket and squeezed it over his cock. Warm, soapy water spilled over his cock into the bucket. She rubbed the sponge up and down the length of his dick, cleaning it as fast as she could. Calvin sighed and checked his timer. Alice rubbed it with her hands, using friction to clean it. She splashed some more water to wash off the soap, and the timer rang.
"Time." Calvin stood over Alice. He handed her a hair tie, which she immediately used to put her hair into a high ponytail. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face closer to his cock. She scooted on her knees closer to him.
"Do the balls first." Alice immediately began sucking on his balls, licking them like their sweat was a delicacy. She licked them one at a time, kissing and loving them with her mouth.
Calvin placed his hand on her head, grabbing her by the ponytail. Without warning he slammed his dick down her throat. Her hands shot up to his hips. Her throat didn't fully open, and she was sputtering and coughing as he pulled her mouth off his dick.
Alice had never deepthroated Calvin before, but she was about to learn.
Calvin lined her back up with his dick. "Put your hands behind your back. If I see them again you're getting cuffed." Alice's eyes widened. She nodded yes.
Calvin thrusted his dick down her mouth again. She got farther this time, but still didn't truly deepthroat him. Calvin held her in place for a few seconds. Her hands nervously moved up, wanting to push off his dick but worried about his response. Eventually, Alice ran out of breath and put her hands on his pelvis.
Calvin pulled her off his cock, leaving a thick line of slobber down her chest. He turned around and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. Alice put her hands behind her back, and let herself get cuffed.
"This time, all the way. No matter what." Alice nodded.
Calvin let Alice take a deep breath, then plunged her down onto his cock. Her throat and eyes bulged as his cock made the turn down her throat. Calvin groaned in pleasure, it was a totally different experience. Not as tight as her asshole, but softer. He held her down for a couple more seconds, then pulled her off.
Alice deepthroated Calvin a couple more times and he approached climax. He pulled her off his dick and had her do some more licking, then some more deepthroating. Alice stopped resisting, and much like anal found the experience much more pleasurable. She climaxed a couple times while deepthroating, just from the submissive nature of it.
Eventually his stamina ran out. He tugged her by the hair off his dick, then pushed her down as far as possible. Alice caught on, and with full cock in mouth started to lick his balls. Calvin lost it, and began to cum. Spurt after spurt of thick cum shot down her mouth. Alice had never swallowed semen before, but this time she didn't even think twice. She gulped it down as he directly fired it into her throat. Each shot was immediately gulped down by her.
Gasping, Calvin pulled his cock out of her mouth. A trail of cum followed the tip of his dick from her mouth. Alice, without instruction, licked the cum off her lips and drank the globule dribbling down his dick. She gave it one last kiss on the head, then looked up and smiled.
"Holy fuck you're good at this," Calvin said, speechless. She shrugged and tilted her head. "Makes up for how awful I am at Mario Kart."
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Epilogue:
30 minutes of control became a frequent bet in future escapades. Sometimes Alice would purposefully lose so she could be conquered again.
Eventually, they stopped pretending and incorporated more domination into the bedroom. Anal and deepthroat became ritual in their usual sex. Alice realized that these sex acts weren't done by insane professionals, and that there is true pleasure in giving.
Alice never got any better at Mario Kart. |
10 | 4 Degrees | DiaperedSiouxsie | Anal | 2002-01-27 | 2002-01-27 | 2022-01-08 09:36:33 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/4-degrees | All the way in... | ['Absurd', "Girlfriend'S Friend", 'Parody', 'Tool'] | 2.71 | Roger was in a flurry of moods. He had just gotten home and he was still taken aback by what had just happened. He was one who had to tell people every detail of his life, much like a woman. Thus, the first thing that came to mind was to call his friend Tony. He picked up the phone and dialed his number.
Hours before this, Roger could be found at the Wherehouse. He had heard a lot of Tool's new album on the radio and decided to purchase it. As he was doing so, he ran into a friend of his girlfriend's.
Teresa. What a bitch. She would have liked nothing better than breaking he and Amber up. Why this was Roger wasn't entirely sure, but this was certainly something he didn't need.
"Oh,..hi Roger."
She was holding a Counting Crows CD. Roger hated them. He often marveled at how they were total opposites. They had absolutely nothing in common. For all that though, she had a great ass.
"Hi, Teresa."
Neither of them really had much to say. They were mere acquaintances, and not even friendly ones at that. "So," Teresa began, "is Amber around?"
Roger shook his head. "She stayed home. I think she's feeling sick."
"Ah."
Roger was amazed. No sarcastic comment had exited her lips. Maybe she was a bitch because of Amber. Now that he thought of it, this was the first time he had spoken to Teresa without Amber's presence. It seemed as though she was just trying to be friendly, which was an odd thing for her to do after six months of being a bitch to him for no apparent reason. Roger wasn't one to hold a grudge though; he saw no real reason to not be nice back.
"So, how've you been?" he asked.
"I'm good, thanks," she replied. "Yourself?"
"Good," he answered. He was puzzled not only by her friendliness but by her nervousness too.
Why did she seem so nervous?
Teresa was in front of him in line and was about to be rung up. She turned to say something, but the clerk called to her, and she turned back. Roger wasn't sure of what he should do. He saw this as a great way to build a friendship between them, though, and thought that something was in order. She bought her CD and was about to leave.
"Wait," Roger called. "You wanna wait while I buy this?"
A faint mile appeared on her face.
"Maybe afterwards we could get a cup of coffee or something," he continued.
"Sure," she answered. "I'll wait outside."
Roger watched the sway of her ass as she walked out. Her tight black skirt greatly accentuated her gorgeous lower body, and her top barely concealed her bursting breasts. He remembered that when he met her and Amber that Amber was the pretty one and Teresa was the one with the knockout body. He shook this from his mind, though. If he was going to try and get closer to Amber's friends, it wouldn't be the best choice to fuck them.
He bought the CD and walked out, finding Teresa in front. "So," she asked, "where do you want to go?"
He hesitated. "Starbucks is right across the street..."
"Works for me," Teresa smiled. "Let's go."
They walked across the street, talking of the weather. When they got inside even, their conversation didn't stop expanding. Roger found it extremely bizarre. They sat in stools adjacent to each other and kept talking until Teresa told a joke that had them both in tears. They sat silent for a moment until Roger spoke up.
"Uh, Teresa," he started, "I have to ask you... why did you always act like such a bitch in front of Amber? You're so nice."
Teresa's smile disappeared. "You really want to know?" she asked.
"Of course," Roger answered.
"Well," she began, rubbing the back of her neck, "I kind of had a thing for you when I met you, and to be truthful, I still do."
Roger blushed. "Shit, if I had known that, I would've had a much harder choice on my hands with you and Amber."
She smiled. Her hand found its way down to Roger's inner thigh and she started rubbing his penis through his pants. She looked back up into his face. "You want to go to my place?"
Roger was surprised by this move. "Sure," he said, suddenly overcome with lust. They stood up and grabbed each other's hands as they walked out.
Hand in hand they walked to Teresa's car across the street. "I can give you a lift back to your car later," she huskily told Roger. He nodded stupidly and got in. He really couldn't help himself; he didn't know what it was that was alluring him to this forbidden fruit except that he liked it.
To Roger the car drive seemed to last a bit too long. Sitting in the passenger's seat, his hand found its way to her leg. His fingers dragged up her leg, finding their way inside her skirt. Teresa laughed, but a little nervously. "Rog, I'm trying to drive."
"I don't care," Roger said lightly. His fingers found the cotton panties between her legs and rubbed them gently. He felt her pussy lips and felt the panties get a little damper. Teresa's leg jerked sharply as she let out a squeal. "Stoppit, Roger," she squeaked frantically. He pushed a little harder with his fingers and smiled slyly. She moaned and tightened her grip on the wheel, determined not to lose her concentration, despite the marvelous job Roger was doing. Roger slipped one of his fingers into her panties and caressed her clit. Without warning The car turned quickly and almost crashed into a brick wall. "Stop!!" Teresa screamed, but with a huge smile on her face. Roger stopped and slowly pulled his hand out. It was covered in her liquid. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them. "Mmmm," he uttered. "I can't wait."
Finally they arrived at Teresa's apartment. They groped and kissed roughly in front as Teresa fumbled for the keys. Eventually she pulled them out of her purse and unlocked the door. They stumbled in clumsily, almost drunk on each other. Roger shut the door and shoved Teresa onto the sofa. Teresa pulled her panties down to her ankles and lifted her skirt up to her waist. he freed one leg from her undergarment and rested it up on the bridge of the couch. Immediately, Roger's face dove in between her legs and buried his tongue inside her. Teresa let out a gratified moan and pulled roughly on Roger's hair. "Move," she muttered between gasps.
Teresa grabbed Roger's legs and directed them to the opposite arm of the couch. He moved them and his crotch was positioned over her face. She opened her eyes and pulled Roger's cock out. It was almost fully erect, and its resting space took up almost the entire left side of her face. "Jesus, Rog, no wonder Amber raves about sex with you," she gasped. Teresa leaned her head back and tried to fit in as much of Roger's manhood as possible. She got about half in and sucked it like a straw as viciously as possible. Teresa could barely move her head, but she tried anyway and was rewarded by deep grunts from Roger. She felt herself about to cum as Roger did, and Roger was the first to lose it. His semen flooded her mouth and as she gulped it down she was pushed over the edge as well. Her nectar hit Roger and sailed straight down his throat. Teresa cleaned him off as her orgasm wound down and Roger did likewise. He got up off of her and removed his pants slowly. She lifted her shirt up just to her shoulders and undid her bra so she could rub on her nipples. The sight of this got Roger good and hard again, and he go back between her legs.
"Wait," she said.
Roger looked up at her.
"...I want you to do something that I haven't done before," she whispered.
Roger nodded. "What?"
There was a pause. "I..I want you to fuck me in the ass," she continued, seemingly nervous. "Just do it like that," she went on, "I want it just like this."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes...god, I'm so turned on right now, just do it!"
Roger took orders very well, so the second these words escaped her lips the head of his cock was at her anus. Ever so slowly he entered her, and her body quickly tightened as she dug her nails into his arms.
"Oh, fuck, it's so good!"
Her ass was so tight. Roger knew that he was going to cum fast inside her, so he decided to take it slow. She was going insane beneath him, though, and he wasn't even all the way in.
Deeper and deeper he penetrated her tight little asshole and she screamed in pleasure. Her arms raised to dig her nails into his chest now, leaving marks all over his body. His thrusts grew faster and faster at her demand until Roger knew he couldn't last and he came again. As he emptied his load into her ass, they heard the stairs squeaking. Immediately Teresa started screaming louder. "Rape!"
'What the hell is she doing?' he wondered, until the door burst open, and Amber was standing there.
"Help me, Amber!" Teresa shrieked.
Finally he realized it was a setup, but far too late. The last thing he remembered was Teresa smiling slyly up at him right before Amber rendered him unconscious with a bat.
Roger awoke in a police squad car, curdled up in a ball and handcuffed. He moved his arms up to his front underneath his legs and noticed that his hands were loosely done, possibly because he had been knocked out when they found him. He tightened his hands in a fashion that made them the same size as his wrists. Once he did that, he pulled his hands free ad placed them back behind him, waiting for them to stop. When the car did finally stop, he saw the policemen on either side get out.
"Oh, looks like he's awake," one said.
"Too bad," said the other as he reached into his pocket for his keys. Roger figured on him opening the door so he faced him. When h open the door, Roger exploded into action and kicked the cop in the face, knocking him back, thankfully in a silent manner. He grabbed the officer's gun and walked over to his partner. The partner finally turned to see what was happening, but it was too late. He turned to see a gun aimed at him and froze. Roger looked at the officer on the ground quickly. "Get up!" he yelled. Slowly he got up, and at gunpoint he cuffed them to each other and the car bumper. With that he ran as fast as his legs would carry him to his car. Mercifully, he still had his keys and wallet, and his car was relatively close. 'Damn, these were some dumb cops,' he thought to himself.
Finally after about ten minutes of running at a constant speed, Roger reached his car. He leaped in through the open window and sped towards home, the tires squealing into the night air. He lit a cigarette for the short trip and tried to relax. Thankfully he saw no police cars on the way to his house and once he arrived he slammed the door behind him and locked it three times. The first thing he thought to do was call his friend Tony; at the moment it was the best thing he could do. He picked up the phone and dialed the number, twitching impatiently. Finally Tony answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Roger."
"Roger! What's up?"
"I just got the new Tool album, man!" |
11 | 50 Shades of a Polo Player Ch. 01 | beckharley22 | Anal | 2012-08-10 | 2012-08-10 | 2022-01-08 09:36:34 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/50-shades-of-a-polo-player-ch-01 | I sat on the train, en route to our rendezvous... | ['Polo', 'Second Person Pov'] | 3.53 | I sat on the train, en route to our rendezvous, thinking of what was to come. That soft blond hair, your deep blue eyes and those strong, polo player thighs, which would control every thrust. I began to feel myself getting damp at the thought of you. I was sure that my long summer dress must be getting a discernible wet patch, sure to reveal the contents of my daydream as soon as I arose from my current sitting position.
A business man in a sharply cut suit rushed down the aisle of the train, obviously in a hurry, knocking my bag as he went past. I became aware of a faint buzzing and then slight movement from within my hold-all. I reached hastily into my bag to find the 7 inch, pink, rampant rabbit and turn it off so as not to give the entire train a bad impression of my naughty side. I also brought my handcuffs and a crotch-less, black, lace body stocking which covered me from ankle to waist and then a small halter-neck covering only a small part of my large breasts. It tied with a ribbon at the back and hugged every inch of my curvy figure.
When I arrived at the station I knew I had about 30 minutes to spare before he arrived. I waited obediently, trying to think of other things so I would not leave an obvious wet patch on the fabric of the café seats. I was sure every male who walked in would be able to smell me like I was a bitch on heat, ready to be pounded till I screamed.
When he arrived, there was a quick hello and we walked hurriedly to the hotel, eager to feed our sexual appetites. After checking in and entering our little room, we took a moment to freshen up and while he was in the bathroom I lay down on the small, uncomfortable bed and waited.
The first thing I noticed was the manly smell of aftershave -- a favourite of mine -- and I felt myself dampen once more. He shook his hair as he entered the room, allowing it to flop round his face and I grinned up at him. It all happened fairly quickly then. He knelt on the edge of the bed then made his way over to me. I looked up at him and he leant down to kiss me for the first time. I savoured the feel of his lips, soft against mine, closing my eyes in the moment before allowing his tongue to slide between my lips and dance with mine.
His hand slides up my thigh as I reach up to run my fingers through his soft blond hair and I pull his mouth towards mine with a new eagerness. All very quickly my dress is pulled roughly over my head and I am lying in my black lace underwear. A quick feel of his hardening crotch and I am tugging at his clothes to remove them so I can feel his skin against mine. As he slides a finger beneath my panties he looks surprised at how ready I am for him. As I stand to slip off my bra and panties he removes his trousers and boxers allowing his large erection to spring forth, ready to meet me.
He pushes me down on the bed and climbs on top of me positioning the tip of his cock at my pussy. He looks at my face and thrusts inside me, and I gasp at his size, filling me. He rolls my ever hardening nipples between his thumb and fingertips, tugging gently -- a direct pathway to my pussy, it makes me groan in pleasure and wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside me. His tongue finds mine as he thrusts deep and fast inside me; I can feel every inch of his length and girth as I lift my hips to meet him. He increases his pace, seeming to know exactly what I need and I feel my pussy tighten around him, I throw my head back, moaning as my orgasm takes over and feeling him shoot his warm load inside of me.
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I take his fingers into my mouth and suck, watching his facial expression as I do so. I see a sense of longing in his eyes. We have been lying naked together since he spent his last load and our appetite has once again woken us from our day dream. He uses his newly wet fingers to tug at my nipples which harden under his touch. He leans down and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking gently and grazing his teeth over it, nibbling slightly. I feel my pussy start to moisten in anticipation. I feel for his cock hardening against my thigh and begin to encourage it into its upright position. I bend down and take him in my mouth, slowly licking and sucking before taking him deep in my throat.
He pushed me up onto all fours and I held onto the headboard of the little bad as he fingered me, lubricating his fingers before pushing them into my ass. I pushed backwards against him, forcing them in deeper, and he finger fucked my ass whilst I felt my pussy begin to drip with anticipation of his cock once more.
I straddle him and lower myself onto his cock, the feeling of him inside me so much deeper than before. I rise up and down a few times, allowing my tits to bounce whilst he reached up to cup them in his large hands. He pushed me down and rolled over on top of me, kneeling between my legs. Holding my thighs and pushing them apart, he went down on me, taking my clit into his mouth and flicking at it with his tongue. He ran his tongue over my pussy and I moaned in pleasure. He looked at me, driving me crazy and finally sucked hard on my clit causing me to call out. I reached down, grabbing his hair and pulled him up to kiss me hard on the mouth and he thrust his hard cock inside me and fucked me fast and hard.
The speed of his thrusts and the feeling still lingering from his tongue on my pussy made me come quickly and loudly around him. We rolled over and I began sucking his cock so that he could come in my mouth and I could taste him. I cupped his balls in one hand and he guided my other downwards whilst I sucked at his cock. I took his balls in my mouth and sucked my finger whilst he held his cock, wanking himself towards his own climax... I took over massaging his balls with the palm of my hand as I slipped a finger down to around his ass, massaging gently and making him moan as his orgasm overcame him. I caught his jet of hot cum in my mouth, savouring each mouthful and taking him deep to ensure I had cleaned up after myself completely.
\- - - - - - - - -
He found my rampant rabbit and immediately wanted to play. I lay back and watched as he first made me wet with his tongue, once again finding my weak spot and cucking hard on my clit, causing me to moan loudly once again. He really was very good at this, knowing my weak spots after only a few hours. He slid the pink rabbit inside me, turning it on to full power, it rotating inside me. He fiddled with the vibrating setting, changing it regularly so that I wouldn't know what was coming, causing me to cum quickly as he moved it in and out of me quickly. He seemed to grin, pleased with himself that he could make me moan like this. Moving up towards me he played again with my nipples before using his hands expertly on my pussy, not stopping even when I begged, causing me to cum another 3 times before he finally relented.
I bent to take his cock in my mouth, time for payback. This time as I massaged his balls I once again sucked my finger and squeezed a small drop of precum onto it, lubricating it ready for me to slip it just inside his ass, causing him to moan out as I played with him with my tongue and hands. It wasn't long before I felt him start to shudder as he ejaculated into the back of my throat and I savoured each drop as I swallowed it down.
\- - - - - - - - -
I woke up next to him the next morning, hot from sharing our body heat, and I reached around him, spooning gently until he would wake. I couldn't resist running my fingers through his hair and he stirred, turning to face me. As we woke and became accustomed to the light around us, I felt his ever hard cock against my hip and I kissed him gently as I went to climb on board. However, he once again pushed me onto the bed and took me straight away, sliding deep inside me for our cheeky morning sex. I wrapped my legs and arms around him, pulling him close to me as he slid inside me, my pussy quickly becoming wetter and his thrusts becoming more urgent each time. He once again met my rhythm and I lifted my hips to meet him as my orgasm took over. His final few thrusts ensured that he came once again inside me, and we lay, spent on the bed.
As we dressed to get breakfast, I wondered why he had not fisted me or fucked my ass as we had talked about before. My pussy still longed to be stretched by his large strong hands and my ass by his wide girth. Perhaps he would even slide my rabbit inside my pussy as he fucked my ass, stretching me to the extreme and forcing me to cum many times around him... perhaps on our next rendezvous. |
12 | 50th Birthday Present | kittykatbc | Anal | 2008-11-09 | 2008-11-10 | 2022-01-08 09:36:35 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/50th-birthday-present-ch-01 | 1. A special birthday - first from his viewpoint, then hers. 2. From the woman's view. | ['Anal', 'Second Person Pov'] | 3.96 | It is my 50th birthday and you invited me out to dinner to celebrate. We have been friends with benefits for many years and I know that you will make my night special.
I arrive to pick you up for dinner and I see you waiting for me. As I watch you get into my car I notice the high slit on your skirt, lots of sexy leg showing. I'm already horny for my present this evening; now I'm starting to get turned on. You greet me with a kiss, open-mouthed with lots of warm, soft tongue and move your right hand onto my thigh as you do this.
It's a ten minute drive to the restaurant but I don't know if I can wait. You're wearing a patterned cream-coloured blouse that's a little snug, accentuating your huge, beautiful tits which are thrusting out and meeting my eyes. As you move back to sit in your seat you lift your hips up and your skirt slides up a bit. We are making small talk and I'm trying to concentrate on the road but you keep my attention on your hand which is snaking its way up your legs. At a stop light I watch as you reveal to me your lack of panties. I watch as you move your index finger around your pussy lips and then inside, drawing a gasp from you. I am growing with each bit of stimulation and the bulge from my pants is obvious. You continue to put another finger in you and release them, offering me a taste. The light has turned green and I must drive on but it's necessary to pull over.
I find a secluded area and drive into a copse of trees, effectively hiding the car. I lift the wheel back and move to watch you while touching my fully erect but still clothed cock. I ask you to continue, knowing how much I love to watch, and you oblige, the car is full of your moans and the wet, slurping sounds of your soaking pussy. I cup your breasts in one hand, unzipping with the other my pants. I'm wearing silk boxers and you know how big I look in those and your reaction to my huge, hard dick is making me leak precum. You take your wet fingers and slide them over my cock, kissing me hard. I want, I need your mouth so I guide your head to me. This is not a time to tease me and you know it, so when I look down I see my dick disappear into your warm, wet mouth. I could shoot right now but it feels so fucking good that I want it to last.
I stroke your hair as you suck me, the best blow job I've ever had and I want to cum inside your hot mouth. I pull your shoulders up to my face and kiss you hard, my hands on your tits and hip. My look tells you what I want to happen for this first part of my present, you want it too and as you kiss me you start to jerk me hard. You spit on my dick and stroke my entire full length and I lean back to absolutely love the sensations. I tell you I'm going to cum and you move your head down on me just as I explode. Your mouth, your hands and your body make me shoot out a huge load into you and I feel your lips pressing onto my shaft, which is making me cum even more. As I'm finishing you take your head off me but keeping your lips close you stroke me long, hard and slow, getting the last drops of my cum into your mouth. You then move to my face and kiss me, sharing the delicious cum from your tongue to mine.
That wasn't even planned, I tell you, but that was amazing. You start to move over to your seat when the thought hits me. This isn't just about me. I tell you this and feel kind of bad that maybe I got more out of this than you did.
You smile at me and say really, you think I didn't get anything out of this? Your hand guides mine onto your thighs, dripping wet from our playing. I move my hand up to your pussy and am startled, but shouldn't be by now, on just how fucking wet you get from sucking my cock. You tell me don't worry about you. You always have a turn when you suck my hard dick.
I tell you, okay but it would be a shame to not do this while I'm here. You feel my hand move up to your pussy and I part your legs. You're looking down as my fingers move around your lips and onto your clit, just brushing by it to make you jump. I know this is doing it to for you as I watch your face and I offer you a sweet taste of your pussy juices, bringing one finger to your mouth and another to mine. I go back to your pussy, lifting you off the seat and now entering you with two fingers. Around and around they move inside you as I reach over to kiss you.
I thrust them and alternate the gentle circular motion, keeping you unsure of what I'll do next. I want you to cum and I know you're close because I feel you tightening around my fingers. I leave them inside you while my thumb finds your clit. I feel you squirm and your breathing gets faster as you almost swallow my tongue. You are rocking your pelvis as you cum, screaming out my name over and over. You are pushing my fingers in you and I keep the pressure on your clit because I want you soaked. I grab your hair with my right hand and pull your face to me as I keep finger-fucking your sweet pussy and hard clit. You're cumming and cumming and we're kissing harder and harder, sweat and pussy juice covering us. You can't take anymore and I remove my fingers, pausing to let you watch me lick them off in front of you. I lean over, get between your legs and taste your cum. I'll want more of this later, I'm sure.
I wonder what the rest of my present will be?
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13 | 58 YO Woman, Ass Virgin, No More | Bruson | Anal | 2010-03-11 | 2010-03-11 | 2022-01-08 09:36:37 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/58-yo-woman-ass-virgin-no-more | She loses it in a minivan. | ['58 Yo Woman', 'Ass Virgin', 'Grocery Shopping', 'No More'] | 3.97 | I was at the local Super Shop grocery store getting groceries for myself and maybe some sex. Between 1pm and 2pm always seems like a good time. It had worked once before.
I'm 55 slim, good looking for a certain kind of look, not great looking, graying, wrinkling, with a quick wit that some women fall for. Others couldn't care less.
I'm shopping for a 48-63 year old woman to have sex with me. Out in the parking lot in my tinted windows minivan.
I prefer married women with big tits, a big butt and a round belly. And usually black.
They must still be lusty. You can see it in their eyes and actions while shopping. They have a more sensual way about them.
One caught my eye today in the fruit and vegetable section.
She was white, big tits, big butt, full red lips, grey hair straight to her shoulders and married according to her big ring. Definitely still lusty looking after all these years. Dressed in a plaid blouse and chinos.
I park my cart nearby.
"Hi, how are you doing," I ask as she is picking out fresh green beans.
She looks up at me and says, "Do these look fresh enough to you?"
"They look heavily waxed to me. Hard to tell," I reply.
"Me too. But I'll take a chance. We haven't had any fresh for a while," she said.
"Risk taker aren't you?" I quipped.
She smiled and said, "Sometimes."
Sexy blue eyes, full red lips and a sensuous smile. She's worth going after.
"What looks good here," I ask.
"Whatever's fresh," she replied looking at me up and down.
"Melons?" I say testing the waters.
"Cantaloupes look good....you're a fresh guy aren't you?" she said with a smile and putting her hands on her big hips.
"Only with the right woman," I smile into her eyes.
"I bet you are," she says. "30 years ago we'd have had some fun."
"Why not after checking out?" I inquire.
"Look. I'm 58, married and flattered you'd be interested in me." She said sternly.
"Lucky guy...Say I've been divorced a few years. Do you have a secret for keeping your marriage going?" I ask seriously.
Sadness enters her eyes, "I don't know, at this point it's just a habit," she sniffs a bit.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry, or upset you. I'm sorry," I say sincerely. And begin to move off.
"No, it's not your fault. It's just that, well, it's dead. My marriage is dead. I guess we just pretend now. Why, I don't know. Comfort, habit?" she said looking at the various vegetables, then up at me.
"This may be wrong, but if you'd like to talk we can sit in my minivan after and talk," I say.
"Talk? Ha! You've got that look in your eye that says a lot more than talking will happen," she says.
"You got that right. But only if you'd like. Think about it," I say to her beautiful eyes then move over to the swiss chard.
I keep shopping up one aisle, down another. I was reading the ingredients on a jar of pasta sauce using my reading glasses when a cart bumped me from behind.
I turn to see who it is and it's her.
With a wry smile on her face, "Mona," she says.
"Rich, nice to meet you Mona," I say, "Did you think about having a chat with me?"
She looks around, "Yes, but I won't have long because Dan's ice cream will melt."
"What flavor?" I ask.
"Vanilla," she says, "Plain boring vanilla like so many other things in my life."
"Dark blue Honda minivan second row towards the far end of the lot. I like a little walk.15 minutes or so?"
She nods yes.
As we part I have a big grin and my cock is starting to harden. I finish shopping, check out and am in my minivan in 12 minutes without rushing. Groceries in the very back. The single leather bench seat's back can fold down flat, making a nice soft area to make love on. I leave it up.
My condoms and 3 different lubes are in the back of the drivers seat net thing that, well, holds things.
Music on, some oldies, side windows just cracked open.
A few moments later a red Impala parks next to me. I get out and wave, Mona gets out and smiles. I open the sliding van door and she steps in and sits.
"Hi!" I say.
"Nice minivan," she smiles.
"Thanks. Have and trouble finding it?" I ask.
"I just had trouble working up my nerve. But what the hell, you seem nice, I'm 58 and you only live once," she says smiling into my eyes
I take her hand in mine. "Scoot closer to me. I'd like to put my arm around you," I say. She scoots next to me and my arm goes around her. She leans her head on my shoulder.
We begin talking small talk for a couple of minutes, then I lean down and kiss her on her thick lips. She's wide eyed but kissing me back.
I slip my tongue into her mouth she's receptive and her own tongue gets busy with mine.
We embrace, sitting there. I feel her big tits against me. I put a hand on her big soft round ass. She puts her tongue in my mouth. My cock is stiffening and is bent at an odd angle.
I break the embrace saying, "My cock is bent in an awkward position." I say as I begin to try and free it without unzipping my pants.
"What's it look like?" she asks.
"It's pink and about 7 inches long."
"No, I mean show it to me. I haven't seen another in 30 years."
I unzip and pull my pants and boxer briefs part way down. Boing, out comes my almost hard cock.
"Beautiful..." she says, "Can I touch it?"
"That's what it's here for," I say.
She puts her left hand on my shaft and slowly strokes it. Her eyes looking at my cock and then up at me.
"You can suck it if you'd like," I offer.
She kneels on the soft carpeted floor, and says, "I used to be such a good cocksucker."
Mona swallows my whole cock in one quick gulp and slowly my cock reappears from her full lips. On my newly moistened shaft she uses her left hand to move my cock very quickly against her tongue.
It feels good having my cock in her warm wet mouth then brushing quickly against her tongue. She is still a good cocksucker.
Watching her straight grey hair fly around as she starts to bob her head on my cock in a quick rhythm looks sexy too.
I'm getting close, "Mona, I want to fuck your big tits."
She stops sucking, "No ones ever fucked my tits."
I begin to unbutton her plaid blouse, but she takes over and removes it, leaving her big white plain bra over her big tits.
"Take off your bra, so I can fuck your big tits." I say.
She reaches back and undoes the snaps, takes it off and her tits hang down almost to her belly button.
Her full round tits had never seen the light of day. There were lots of blue veins against her white skin, going down to her dark big brown nipples. Her nipples were pointing down to the carpet. Very sexy to me.
"Put them around my cock." I ordered.
Her tits were wider than her hands and heavy as she lifted them.
"What'll work better, is let me unfold this seat flat." I said. Leaving her topless and kneeling there I folded the seat flat. And pause to admire her sexy pose.
"Lay on your back on the seat and I'll straddle you." She did. And I did.
"You look beautiful" I said as I started fucking her big tits, my cock going up to her lips as she bent her head to meet it.
"MMMM," she said with my cock in her mouth.
She pushed her tits together to wrap around my cock, like I showed her.
We fucked like this for a few minutes.
"Let's fuck," I said.
"Wait...Sucking your cock is one thing, but fucking, I don't know. I'm married," she said, "That would feel like I'm cheating somehow."
"Well, what about me fucking you in the ass instead," I asked. She looked surprised.
"I've never done it, you know, down there," she said softly.
Her being an ass virgin at 58 got me even more excited and motivated. White virgin ass territory for my cock.
Usually I plow the big round asses of black women who have taken it up their assholes for years. And I love it. But once in a while a white woman's ass appeals to me.
"We'd go slow and gentle. Stopping if it hurts. And continuing on if it feels good. I've got some lube," I offer.
I wave my cock in front of her mouth, she tries to tongue it.
"You're a great cocksucker, you know," I say.
"Did you enjoy it? I did," she said. "OK, Let's try it."
I shove my cock into her willing red mouth and fuck her white face for a minute.
Then we both take off the rest of our clothes.
Her white ass is big and dimpled and still round at 58, not flat and saggy like most white women.
Her pussy hair is totally grey and there's lots of it, too. Her red pussy slit is peeking through it. Looks sexy to me and I tell her so.
Laying on her back, she lifts her legs up and I get to see her asshole. Her rosebud is a little darker brown than her nipples. And she has a little silver hair rim around it too. God I wanted my cock in her virgin asshole.
She's on her back and we're kissing and the tip of my hard cock is on her vagina's outer lips. I reach down and rub my cock on the outer lips pushing in to the her very moist inner world. My cock is gently rubbing her clit.
She spreads her legs a bit and tilts her hips up and my cock slides easily and swiftly into her soft wet pussy. I begin fucking her slowly. Then speed up. Her eyes are glazed over.
"Stop, Rich. You're fucking me in my vagina."
I pull out.
"Ohhhh, that feels so good," she says. "Let's try fucking me in my ass."
I reach over and get some handy lube and I put some on my finger and rub some on her asshole.
"MMMM, that feels better than I thought it would," she says.
I insert a finger part way, then all the way. And begin going in and out of her ass. She gasps. And relaxes.
I use more lube and put in a second finger.
"Oh wait....that really fills me up. I don't know if i could take your cock in there."
With 2 fingers in her ass I scoot down her body and lick her pussy fast and light. She's breathing heavier and faster.
I put my tongue in her pussy in time with my fingers going in and out of her ass. She's getting wetter and wetter and moving her hips with me too. She bucks and cums.
My cock is very hard and I want it in her ass or her pussy.
So I scoot back up to her full lips and kiss them with her pussy juices all over my face and put my tongue in her waiting mouth. She enjoys it and I slid my hard cock into her pussy. Deep.
Then slam it in again and again and again as she can't speak. And I am pinning her thick upper arms to the seat so she can't move. But she's not resisting, her hips rock upwards to meet my cock.
She cums in a whimper as I fuck her silver haired pussy.
Without missing a beat I pull my cock out and put it on her asshole and push my wet cock in in slowly. I'm in 2 inches and wait for her asshole to relax before my cock to go deeper.
She's breathing shallow and staring at the ceiling.
Deciding I need more lube, I pull out and put more slippery lube on my cock and her asshole. I begin pushing in again. She's more willing and making a cooing sound as I go deeper and deeper until I bottom out in her bottom.
"How's that feel?" I ask.
"Oh god. I....you....it's good, fuck me harder," she said.
I fuck her her ass harder and harder until I am slapping my pelvis hard and loud against her softer wet ass.
I cum in about a minute, both hands cupping and squeezing her ample soft ass. I love fucking a big assed woman like that. Lots of ass to grab onto and lots of ass to fuck in to.
We both look at each other, breathing hard, sweating. My cock is shrinking and I slid it out of her asshole.
"I can feel your cum in my ass. It feels good," she said as she hugged me.
"Your big ass felt great around my cock," I say.
"Let's see, I haven't gotten fucked in about six months, sucked a cock in 2 years and never been titty fucked or fucked in my ass before. It was all wonderful Rich, thanks," she said looking in my eyes.
"It's amazing what you a can find at the store these days," I said.
We linger a bit and talk before we get dressed.
Mona and I fucked in my minivan 3 more times then she decided it would best best if we stopped having such wonderful sex and happiness and go back to our "normal" lives. Damn it.
I saw her shopping about 6 months later and we went into my minvan for more fucking and sucking. It was wonderful.
She told me she had left her husband and had a serious boy friend now.
"But are you having any fun? Or sex," I asked.
"No, it turns out he's just like my ex husband. Vanilla," she said a little confused and sad.
"That's OK, just put my cock in your mouth and suck on it."
So she did.
I came in her mouth and she swallowed it.
"So why are you with your boy friend," I ask, cock still in her mouth.
"You want to be my boy friend," she asks as my cum is dribbling down her mouth, "I never considered it."
"We can still have sex in my minivan or your bed," I said.
So we ended up together for about a year. Then things began getting too vanilla for me.
I met Susan while shopping for Mona and I. She was 53, black, grey hair, big tits, big butt and big brains. And she liked fucking me in my minivan every week.
After 6 weeks of this, no more vanilla for me, just chocolate. |
14 | 69... It's Not for Everyone | sbhammer | Anal | 2018-07-10 | 2018-07-10 | 2022-01-08 09:36:38 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/69-its-not-for-everyone | Blaine succumbs to a primal urge. Hailey's on board until... | ['Anal', 'Blow Jobs', 'Dirty Sanchez', 'Rim Job', 'Squirting', 'Virgin'] | 3.05 | Blaine was dying to ream the shit out of Hailey's asshole, but was always reluctant to tell her what he wanted to do. She was such a sweet little thing in both personality and appearance that he struggled with such primal and impure thoughts. Her innocent looking smile and softness of heart were what endeared him to her, as did her petite, smoking hot body and porcelain-like skin. Her diamond shaped face and strawberry-blonde hair gave her the appearance of a princess; one who was sent directly from the heavens to mesmerize the men of this earth with her beauty.
Her gentle nature and her desire to please made their lovemaking both romantic and sensual—an experience that felt both magical and spiritual at the same time. And although he thoroughly enjoyed each and every one of their encounters, Blaine couldn't fully repress his carnal side—the side that yearned for Hailey's flesh, and for her ass.
He felt torn by his dilemma. On one hand, just thinking about violating her in such an obscene manner was a sin he believed could only absolved through penance. But on the other, his primal side felt no such inhibition, and yearned to slowly and tortuously pry into her shitter and fill her virgin poop chute with his manhood and seed.
He'd broached the subject in his brain many times before, but never could bring himself to speak his desire, even though the words were firmly planted on this tip of his tongue. While in the throes of their passion he tried, but something inside of him always held him back. But one evening, following a romantic dinner and sensual shedding of clothing that migrated from light fondling into a full-fledged 69, Blaine came up with an idea to appease both his conscience, and his animalistic side.
Blaine loved eating pussy and getting his dick sucked at the same time. If he could spend hours in this position, pleasuring her with his tongue and feeling the warmth and slickness of her saliva on his cock, he would. He loved how she always worked him slowly with both tenderness and care, gradually increasing the sensation on the underside of his shaft as she gently fondled his balls with her hand. He loved circling her clit with his tongue and flicking at it with the tip, then plunging it into her sopping wet slit to taste and probe her canal. But most of all, he loved fingering her opening and massaging her G-spot until she lightly trickled, dripping her sweet love juice on his chin and down his throat.
Blaine was a romantic at heart, enjoying all the sights, sounds, smells, and tastes of passion while in the throes of it. But on this night, the animal had reared its ugly head, and his conscience had acquiesced to its demand. All he could think about was destroying Hailey's unblemished, lily-white ass.
He grabbed at both of her ass cheeks and squeezed hard while he flattened his tongue and ran it vigorously back and forth over her pussy. Hailey jumped and let out a yelp as she felt the force of his tongue press into her sensitive twat, then went right back to work caressing his cock with her mouth. She settled into this new sensation easily, but the pressure Blaine was applying was awakening her from within.
He forced his tongue back inside her slit and pressed hard into her, pulling her ass down over his face to nuzzle her asshole with his nose. Hailey yelped again while continuing to lick his balls and suck on his cock, but the pressure Blaine was applying to her nether regions was becoming intense. As he whipped his tongue all around and over her pussy, she found it harder and harder to concentrate on him. The sensation that was building within her was becoming more pronounced.
He then lifted his chin up, dragging his tongue from the outside of her slit over her tiny puckering hole, and began methodically rimming it.
"Blaine, babe. What are you doing?" she asked while sighing and resting her head in his groan as her breathing became more labored.
"Just go with it," he replied as he inserted two fingers into her pussy and massaged her front wall while continuing to apply his saliva to her asshole with his tongue.
Hailey had never experienced a rim job before but she quickly learned she liked it. The feeling of a warm tongue sliding over her tiny hole was exquisite. Her nerve endings were quite sensitive, making her quiver under Blaine's tongue.
He dropped his head back and rested it on the pillow while he continued massaging her front wall with his fingers. He could hear her sighs and moans while he watched her now glistening asshole pucker and quiver from his touch. As it pulsed, he could see a small fissure of saliva bubble out from inside, then quickly get sucked back in.
His cock was rock hard in her hand and his balls were tightening. The sheer excitement and anticipation of penetrating her ass was consuming him, and that just made him stroke her pussy harder.
Hailey tried her best to keep working his cock but her body was failing her. Her legs began trembling as she dropped her torso onto Blaine's abdomen. She rested her head on the mattress in the space below Blaine's groin, and held onto his cock with her hand, gripping it tighter with each moment that passed. Her trembling became more pronounced as Blaine vigorously massaged her, engorging her G-spot to epic proportions, while continuing to lube the outside of her asshole with his tongue.
He dropped his head to the pillow and could see her hole now contracting rhythmically, in sync with the motion of his fingers rubbing her canal. His cock was as firm as a tire-iron and was ready to pry open her virgin ass. He was about to push her forward and take her from behind when Hailey began to wail.
Her body had completely tensed up and her pussy contracted hard around his fingers. A jet of fluid quickly shot out of her slit and crashed against Blaine's chin. At the same time, the force of the expulsion involuntarily opened her sphincter, and a sludgy stream of shit spewed out of her ass.
Blaine saw her hole open but didn't have enough time to react, so closed his eyes in horror and winced as he felt her load drop onto his face. The next wave then struck as Hailey's pussy contracted again, spewing more of her love juice onto him and making her body tremble hard. She could no longer hold herself up under the force of her orgasm so dropped her ass down onto Blaine's face.
With his eyes closed and his lips pursed tight, he shrieked as he felt her weight on top him, turning his face into a hearty mud pie. He growled under his breath but dare not open his eyes or mouth. Just then, his orgasm hit.
While in her throes of her orgasm, she inadvertently squeezed his cock tighter, and jerked him forward, forcing his load out of his body in ropes. His streamers were launched into the air and rained down on her arm, shoulder and the back of her head. She was still pressed down on his body and face as Blaine drew in a muffled breath of rotten air. The smell of what he knew was smeared all over his face, in epic Dirty Sanchez style, overcame him and quickly settled into his gut. Without warning, it wrenched.
With eyes and mouth still closed and both hands on her ass pushing upward in an attempt to free himself from her weight, the acidic contents of his stomach were ejected and splashed against the back of her ass. It had nowhere to go but down and showered his face and neck.
Hailey shrieked in horror as she lifted herself off him and quickly turned around to assess what had just happened. She felt the wetness all over her ass but had no idea of the clusterfuck that awaited her. Blaine was a cesspool, with both vomit and shit covering him from the neck up. She put both hands over her mouth in horror and began to sob.
"Oh Blaine," she mumbled while tears streamed down her eyes. "What did I do!"
Blaine could only muster a few sobs of his own as he blindly reached for the bedsheet and pulled it up towards his face. He wiped as much of the monstrosity from his eyes, nose, and mouth as he could, but was clearly still in distress.
Hailey quickly ran to the bathroom, turned the shower on, and called out for him. But Blaine just lie there sobbing with a clean part of the bedsheet over his head. It was then that he understood who had truly won that battle in his mind. |
15 | 714 | KatlynTemplar | Anal | 2016-12-30 | 2016-12-30 | 2022-01-08 09:36:39 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/714 | Womanizer mesmerized by dominatrix. | ['Anal', 'Anal Sex', 'Domination', 'Dominatrix', 'Womanizer'] | 4.25 | Growing up poor in a small seaside town on the verge of massive expansion can explain four years of Cory's life like the pages of a book well read. Cory hit the ground running, took the ride in stride and never looked back. By the time he was thirty-four he had accomplished things most men his age would have never considered, and if they did, could never understand how to even begin getting to the starting gate to run the race.
After Cory tossed his nonsexual marriage of eleven years into the trash can, he ventured out and found a real nasty girl to play with. To his surprise, it only took four years. The day he told the busty babe he was finally divorced the slut finally accepted his numerous invitations to go to his place to do nothing else except fuck. That was a day Cory desperately needed. After years of pent up sexual frustration all he could do was gasp at the size of her breasts, watch her stroke his stiff penis, suck her fat nipples, wash her naked body in the shower, hump her soaped up breasts, lick her clitoris and rectum, stick his throbbing erection in her wet pussy while watching the cute blonde slut he had tried to fuck for four agonizing years look with deadpan eyes at his penis pumping her body with semen. Cory thought his performance rather stellar, she told him he was the worst fuck she ever had. Cory had to find a new coiffure to replace the busty blonde who'd been cutting his hair for the last four years.
Cory suddenly found himself thrust into a world of cold women with more excuses than convicts, more liars then the DC beltway, more drunken losers than a rehab center and more fucking cats then there are sheep in the world. Cory decided the only way to get the attention of beautiful women was to look like he had more money then the next guy.
As luck would have it, Cory landed a lucrative position as an international real estate developer's liaison, bought a house on the water with no fixed bridges to the ocean, filled his wardrobe with expensive clothes and accessories, set a Fountain 38 Lightening on the boatlift, filled the three- car garage with an orange Porsche 934 RSR, a black Shelby Mustang 350 GT fastback and a restored 1949 Harley Davidson panhead, stocked the bar with fine wines and enough liquor to last a couple of years then turned his bedroom door into a turnstile for hookers.
Cory woke every morning at 4:00 am, made an international phone call, talked about the progress of the projects for an hour or so, hung up the phone, showered, shaved, dressed in a business suit and headed to the construction sites for an endless chain of meetings with greedy mother fuckers with no idea how the architect could fuck up a set of drawings so badly it was costing the owner he worked for a couple of million in change orders. Just before 10:00 am, Cory made another call and met a striking beauty at a pub at noon in a wealthy neighborhood. The place was simply called, '714' and the interior of the establishment was wall-to-wall beautiful people.
At 7:00 pm, Cory waited for the same striking beauty to ring his doorbell and when he heard the Westminster chime, he graciously opened the door and ushered the hot slut to his bedroom, she stripped her pants and panties off, bent over the bed, and waited for Cory to butter his cock with lubricant, shove the fucker into her body, hump for a few seconds, unload with a grunt, smack the babe's ass then tell her the cash is on the parson's table in the foyer, and lock the door on the way out.
Sound like a real asshole?
That was yours truly ... and here's the rest of my story.
At 8:53 am on Tuesday, February 7, 1984, I was riding up in a rather droll elevator holding a black briefcase with four angry documents locked inside. The cute brunette standing next to me seemed to be sniffing me until I whispered, "it's Versace," then she blushed a bit and took a side step away from me with a look of caution. I really didn't give a fuck what the cutie thought. I had an axe to grind with a certain individual calling himself a practicing architect.
When the door opened. I offered the cute brunette first exit holding my left arm out with a flip of my palm and a slight bow then whispered, "mademoiselle," I could've sworn I heard the babe say, "fuck you asshole."
I had been in Sam's office several times over the last year, therefore knowing what to expect at the receptionist's desk. Andrea was one of those girls men gaze at for no other reason than to fantasize about fondling her gorgeous tits. She had a fabulous pair of knockers. Andrea flaunted those puppies like they were made of the kind of gold only she could touch and the bitch never wore a Goddamn bra. Her fucking nipples were outrageously thick and I always wondered what it would be like to rub the tip of my stiff cock against those fat fuckers just to feel what it would be like to have my dick fucked by a fat nipple.
That day I expected to have an exclusive with Sam. That meant I had to take a right for the first time toward the executive offices instead of my usual left toward the conference room. As soon as I turned and started to walk toward the executive secretary I nearly tripped at what I saw sitting behind the counter and said to myself, 'No fucking way ... Linda Carter? ... no ... ho, no ... too fucking unreal.'
My heart started beating harder and I felt flush in my face, but I had to keep walking forward. When I was standing in front of the gorgeous woman I looked down and straight into her beautiful sexy blue eyes and had nothing to say.
"Hi, can I help you?" she asked softly.
I thought I was taking way to long to respond and when I did I stuttered my own fucking name, "Ca, Cory ... Conner," I'm uh here to see Sam ... I have a nine a m."
I heard the words come out of my mouth but I couldn't for the life of me remember what I just said. My mind was going crazy with all sorts of clever one-liners, but nothing seemed appropriate. I thought; 'Holy fuck what a beautiful fucking woman ... I hope the fuck she stands up ... I gotta see the rest of this gorgeous creature.'
"Hold on a sec, Mr. Conner, I'll let Sam know." She said as she reached and pressed a button on the console, "Hi Sam? ... Your nine o'clock is here ... yes sir," then she released the button, looked up and asked cheerfully, "want some coffee?"
'Coffee?' I asked myself, 'How about a couple of martinis and we get naked and play doctor for a week, honey.' Then I snapped out of the sewer gutter and answered as gentlemanly as I could, "Yes please, black would be fine ... oh, and you are?"
As the beauty slowly stood my eyes remained at her eye level and all I could see was the curves of her gorgeous chest rise toward me, then her thin waist then her hips, the next thing I had to confront was take her outreached hand and hold it in mine. "Korin, with a K, pleased to meet you Mr. Conner."
Okay, I'll stop here for a moment and ask a dumb question. "What the fuck does a horny womanizer say to a woman as stunning as a Linda Carter look alike with her elegant hand held out in anticipation of feeling my hand in hers?" ... He can't say anything ... he gets a fucking woody.
As soon as my hand touched hers I knew there was an instant future in my life with this gorgeous woman in it. Brother, did I miscalculate that one by about five months.
My meeting with Sam was swift, that is after I asked if his errors and omissions policy was paid in full. Frankly I didn't wish to spend the time with the guy. All I had on my mind was how in the fuck do I ask Korin out for cocktails and dinner.
At 4:15 am the next morning I got slugged in the right ear by a long distance booming voice about how the hell did we leave 50 grand on the table on the land deal in Boca. There wasn't any correct answer.
By 7:30 I was getting ready to entertain two architects an engineer and four contractors loaded with the minutia of construction and not one understood what the fuck a real estate developer actually does. To make matters worse, I had a twenty something secretary with a horse face who couldn't type her way out of high school, but the little tramp managed to get placed in my custody for a year. The only saving grace was the babe had an outrageous body and she didn't know it. Halfway through my conference she stood up and planted her hot body directly in front of the east sliding glass door with the morning sun blasting through her white cotton t-shirt dress, raised her hands above her head, separated her feet and said, "what a beautiful day."
Anyone who has never experienced looking at a young woman's naked silhouette under white cotton without undergarments needs to. That is one, fucking awesome experience. The architect claiming to be a religious fellow dropped his papers on the floor, and I swear I heard him whisper, "Holy fuck."
I felt it my duty as representative of the cash flow in the room to take matters into my own hands and rid the place of any thoughts related to a young woman's body taking on eight men in the morning right there in my office space.
I excused myself and stepped toward Ann, place my hands on her shoulders and asked politely if she would mind taking the rest of the day off, with pay. Getting a hug from a twenty something female body in front of a team of professionals wasn't my idea of resolving the issue and for an instant I felt Ann would probably be a great fuck, at least her body felt like it. No need to read forward, I get there, eventually. When I turned to look at the men sitting at my conference table it looked like a gang of drooling wolves at the last supper table.
Since I didn't call my hooker for lunch that morning, it meant there wouldn't be pussy to fuck that night, besides I had to figure out a way to ask Korin out and get her to actually want to go out with me. The first thing I thought was finagle Andrea into giving me Korin's home phone and call her. Then I thought if I cold called Korin she'd want to know who gave me her home phone number. I thought, why bother Andrea, besides that could ruin my relationship with Andrea and a possible nipple fuck. Then I figured, I meet Sam on a somewhat regular basis, all I needed to do was make an appointment and we can discuss bull shit for a second, then I can concentrate on Korin for a few minutes. It seemed a reasonable plan.
Saturday morning was bizarre. At 8:45 I got a call from the maintenance chief of the 49th Street project and he simply said someone needed to talk to me. I figured it was one of the tenants wanting some free stuff but I was surprised when I heard Ann's voice in the receiver, "Can you come over, I wanna talk."
'Okay.' I thought as I held the handset at arms length. Then I thought again and raised the handset to my ear, 'talk about what?' I suddenly got a gut feeling there was something going on and being a skirt chaser, I was more then ready and had nothing else to say except, "I'll be there in twenty minutes."
I jumped in the Mustang and made it to the gatehouse in fifteen minutes, said, "hey Bob," to the guard, parked the car in my space, met Caleb the concierge on my way to the elevator and stepped through the door of my office twenty minutes after I got the word, Ann needed to talk. As soon as Al saw me he stood and said he had to go, Ann was sitting on the sofa, smiled and said in a surprised voice, "God, you actually came."
Ann looked like shit but I sat next to her anyway, placed my hand on her knee and asked, "Jesus Ann, what the fuck happened?"
"I had a fight with my boyfriend when I told him my boss cares more about me than he does," said Ann softly.
Okay folks, you're probably thinking, here we go, a typical secretary, slash, boss relationship, secret meetings at cheap rate motels, heavy petting and all that happy horse shit ... Right?
"Oh ... well, I'm flattered, but let me tell you, all relationships are dicey at best, but I discovered the solution for healthy relationships a long time ago," I offered as I ran my finger up Ann's thigh.
Ann looked at me with a cautious gaze then she watched my hand moving up her thigh, then I said softly, "You want a solid relationship, I can bet you guys started out dating, messed around in the backseat of a VW Beetle, he liked your tits, you liked his dick, you fucked, then tried to make a relationship based on how great a fucking couple you guys were ... right?"
Ann looked at me with a perplexed gaze then said as she looked at the floor, "That's not how it was at all."
I placed my arm around her shoulder and said as I circled her knee with my finger, "That's were you guys fucked up."
Ann looked into my eyes and said, "I don't know what you mean."
"You want a relationship with me Ann?" I asked sincerely.
"That would be awesome." She responded as she wiggled her tits.
I stood up and faced her, held my hands out then waited for her to take my hands. She looked up and smiled a little then asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"Give me your hands and come with me," I said as I wiggled my fingers.
Ann reached for my hands and I lifted her up then walked her to the back room with one arm around her lower back and one holding her hand at her stomach. When we were at the backroom I turned her to face the doorway and lowered my hand to her buttock and gently squeezed the tight mound of cold flesh.
"Lets go in here," I whispered as I ushered her into the space.
"What are we doing Cory?" she asked sweetly as I moved her body to face the window.
"You're going to stand right here ... and don't move," I said as I positioned her to face the window. Then I reached for the zipper talon behind her neck and under her hair. As I started to slowly pull the talon down her body she lifted her arms and covered her chest as the material of her dress began to open revealing the skin of her back and her bra clasp. When I had the talon at the bottom of the zipper I raised my hands and slowly slipped the material of her dress over her shoulders. When she resisted and clinched the front of her dress I whispered, "Let go of the dress Ann."
I could feel the resistance in her movement as she slowly lowered her arms and released the material enough for the cloth to slide over her shoulders but she held the cloth with her elbows to keep it from falling below her waist.
"Let it go Ann," I whispered as I held her elbows in my palms and pulled her arms slightly away from her waist. When the material fell to her arms I reached in front of her and lowered her hands to her side. The material fell to her waist, then to her ankles. I scanned the curves of her back and buttocks and thought; 'what a fucking beautiful body.'
"Step out of the dress Ann," I whispered as she raised her arms to cover her chest again.
Ann stepped out of the dress and I knelt behind her and moved it aside then quickly stood, placed my hands on her waist and leaned into her until my lips touched her hair at her right ear.
"Relax Ann," I whispered as I reached around her and gently pulled her hands down to her waist.
The silence in the room was magnificent as I felt my penis rise up in my pants in celebration of seducing a young woman. I had to fuck the girl and teach her she never need fear an aggressive man again. Just as I slipped my fingers under the shoulder straps of her bra she raised her hands once again to her chest and whispered, "I don't know if we should be doing this here."
I paused for a moment then said, "We can go to my place, it's more private," then I slid her bra straps over her shoulders, let the straps fall to her biceps, lowered my hands then gently gripped the soft skin of her waist. "You're going to loose the bra Ann, and then the panties."
I felt her tighten her muscles slightly as I slipped my hands to the clasp of her bra. The snaps surprisingly popped open with one flick then I let the straps drape the side of her body. "Let it go Ann."
Ann's breathing became deeper as I reached around her body and gently separated her hands. She tilted her head back a little and whispered, "Oh God."
As I gently lowered her hands to her side the bra slowly fell down her torso until it rested on our hands. When I released my grip on her hands the bra fell to the floor at her feet. She raised her hands once again and covered her naked breasts as I slipped my fingers between her soft cold skin and the elastic of her panty. I felt her twitch a little then she dropped her head forward. Her breathing became heavier as I slid the waistband of her panty over her hip and down her cold buttocks until they rested just below the curves of her succulent ass.
"Jesus Ann, you have a beautiful white ass," I whispered as I studied the tiny hairs on the soft white skin.
I felt Ann's body stiffen then she said softly, "I'm on my period."
I giggled a little then moved my head closer to her right ear and whispered, "Bull shit, I don't smell it." Then I quickly squat behind her, yanked her panty down to her ankles then quickly stood erect.
"Oh my God Cory ... I'm naked in front of you," whispered Ann as I watched her back expand and contract as she began breathing in quick heaves.
I placed my hands gently on the cold soft skin of her waist and scanned the backside of her naked body then said softly, "No you're not ... you still have on your heels."
Ann bent forward slightly and whispered with a slight whimper, "I suppose you're going to take those off too."
I lowered my right hand to her right buttock and gently squeezed the soft cold mound as I raised my left hand and smoothed the cold skin of her abdomen then I pressed gently on her lower chest cavity to force her to stand erect while placing my lips near her left ear. I could feel her body shivering as her chest cavity revealed her quickened breathing then I whispered in her ear, "Step out of your panty."
I kept my lips next to her ear as I felt her lower body move slowly until she stopped moving except for her breathing. "That's a good girl, see there, getting naked for Cory isn't so bad is it?"
I felt Ann take a deep breath of air then exhale before she asked softly and with a slight whimper, "What are you going to do to me Cory?"
I gently squeezed her right buttock then whispered in her ear, "If a man is seducing a woman, he never tells her what's next, it ruins the sexual stimuli, as well as the fear of the unknown."
"Oh my God," whispered Ann as I felt her hands tighten against her chest and her breathing increase.
I raised my left hand to grip her wrists then whispered in her ear as I gently tugged, "Let go of your tits Ann."
Ann released the air in her lungs as I guided her hands and they slowly descended her body. I placed her hands against the patch of hair covering her mound then released my grip. I knew she was finally surrendering, but she sure as shit was making me work for it.
I quickly squat behind her and moved her clothing away from her feet then stood, gently placed my hands on her cold shoulders and whispered, "Turn around and face me."
As I guided her, Ann turned with four slow steps until she was facing me with her head down and her hands cupping her mound. I scanned her naked body and studied her breasts. They were a subtle curve of femininity with light brown areolas and her dark brown nipples were stiff and fat. Her stomach was so flat it was nearly concave and her thighs protruded slightly forward of her hips, I couldn't resist saying the obvious, "Ann, you are a beautiful fucking woman."
I waited for her to look up and when she didn't respond I gently placed my right fingers under her chin, lifted tenderly and her head tilted up. When our eyes met she began moving her eyes from side to side as if she was scanning the room for an escape route. After a few moments I whispered firmly, "Ann, look at me honey."
She stopped scanning the room and I looked deep into her huge brown eyes. I could see fear as well as desire and I knew this little whore was really putting on one hell of a show. The only thing left to do before she turned into a complete slut was gently kiss her. When she realized she was about to be kissed she closed her eyes then lifted her head slightly and our lips met in a long tender kiss. I was surprised she tasted sweet like nothing I had ever tasted then I realized I was kissing a woman who was born when I was in high school. When we released our lips she looked into my eyes, blinked then whispered with a slight whimper, "What do you want me to do?"
I moved my right hand from under her chain and rest it on her cold shoulder, looked deep into her twinkling eyes and whispered, "Whatever you want to do."
There had been times recently when I was with some of the most beautiful women in the world but they would never reveal their inner passion the way Ann was, right before my eyes.
Ann slowly lowered her body to her knees, reached for my belt buckle, undid the strap, pulled the strap from the buckle, undid the snap, pulled the zipper talon down opened my trousers, pulled them down to my ankles, reached between my skin and the elastic of my briefs and pulled until the material began its ride down my hips. When the tip of my cock was exposed she yanked on the cloth and my briefs dropped then rested on my trousers. She looked up and grinned slightly then kissed the tip of my throbbing cock as pre-cum oozed from the hole. When she rocked back she had a sliver strand of my liquid attached to her lower lip then it dropped and fell between her tits. I was about to loose my fucking mind.
Ann looked up and said calmly, "I wanna suck it."
'Holy fuck,' I thought, she is a whore and I'm glad we had this little conversation to get it all out in the open. I smiled a little, placed my right hand gently on her head then whispered, "You do what ever it is you think you need to do, I'll be right here, I promise you, I'm not going anywhere until we finish this."
Ann strangely looked to her left as is she getting permission from some invisible source beside her, then she blew her hair away from her lips, turned her head toward the business end of my erect cock, gently grabbed the base of the shaft with her right hand and gently placed the palm of her left hand under my scrotum and held the sack gently as she lowered her lips to consume the throbbing pink rod.
When I felt her lips surround the head of my cock I couldn't believe how soft her lips felt. I didn't feel her teeth or her tongue as her head slowly lowered down until my fucking cock was totally in her mouth. I could feel the air from her nostrils gently against my pubic hair and for a second I though I was going to loose it and fill her mouth with cum. Then she lifted her head slowly until her lips popped off the tip and my cock snapped up. She exhaled then looked up with a frightened gaze in her eyes then said with a soft exhausted voice, "I'm so horny ... will you fuck me Cory?"
It may sound strange coming from my lips but that was the first time in my life a woman had ever said that to me and I wasn't about to let Ann down.
I looked down and into Ann's waiting eyes, placed both hands on her head and said softly, "Face the window and get on your fucking hands and knees."
As I watched Ann get into position I scrambled to pull my trousers and briefs from my feet then I unbuttoned the lower buttons of my shirt, tied the tails in a knot at my abdomen and when I looked down, Ann had her ass up and her upper torso propped up using her elbows as support. I stepped up behind her, bent my knees, placed my left hand on the cold skin of her lower back and wiped the moisture from between her pussy lips. She squeaked a little then dropped her head lower than her shoulders as I lifted my wet fingers to my mouth and sucked her pussy juice off my fingertips, then I said softly as I grabbed my throbbing cock, "You taste so fucking good."
I had to lean slightly forward to get my cock at the right angle. I was so fucking hard I couldn't believe the pain when I pushed to force the fucker down enough to point it at that glistening pair of lips below me. I pressed on her lower back and eased the tip of my throbbing rod between her pussy lips. As soon as she felt the hot tip touch her clitoris she began screaming out of control. I had no fucking clue what was going on at the other end of her body but my cock slipped right into one of the tightest, wettest, softest holes it had ever been in. Ann's howling continued as I placed my fists beside her and pressed on the carpet and then started hammering the fucking little slut's pussy until my mind was totally oblivious to the howling echoing the small room.
When I started feeling my balls slap her pubic hair and warm moisture begin to cover the sack Ann began screaming wildly as she dropped her upper body to the carpet and lifted her hips to get as much cock as she could suck into her tight wet and soft hole. When I felt my ass hole twitch I knew it was time and I felt an incredible rush of heat jet through my cock and blast into Ann's body. Her screaming became so loud I thought for sure one of the adjacent tenants heard what was going on and called the police to settle a domestic violence situation.
Ann collapsed on the floor and I fell on her body and let my lungs, cock and mind return to earth. I rolled off Ann and lay close to her naked body gazing at her gorgeous round white ass. I smacked the soft skin of her tight buttock then whispered, "Holy fuck Ann what the hell was that all about?"
When I didn't hear a response I twisted my body and looked at Ann's head and said, "Hey ... you in there ... you okay?"
Ann turned her head away from me and I thought I heard slight whimpering. I wasn't sure why she would be crying but I honestly wanted to know. I propped my body on the side and placed my hand on Ann's back then asked, "You crying?"
I heard a slight sniffle then Ann said softly, "No."
"If you're not crying, then why are you sniffling?" I asked as I scanned the curves of her gorgeous ass.
Suddenly Ann moved and quickly stood, grabbed her dress, zipped up the zipper all the way up, raised the cloth over her head, dropped the material over her body, wiggled a little, flipped her hair, bent over, grabbed her panty and bra, and said as she stepped toward the doorway, "I gotta go."
I never saw Ann again.
The next Wednesday I had to fly to Atlanta to meet an international contractor about an upcoming ocean front project. The meeting was productive, despite a few lies here and there, I did manage to get the phone number of the receptionist. Deep south guys got it made ... I hadn't seen that much hot looking pussy in a long fucking time. Strangely, on the return flight in first class, I had to hear all about the wealthy life of an older but attractive widower from Atlanta still spending her dead husband's jewelry fortune. When she asked me what I did for a living I told her I was a crook. She shut up for the last half hour of the flight.
When I returned to the 49th Street project I realized I needed to replace my secretary. I made a call to one of my high school chums and asked if his mother was still in construction. When he told me she was retired I told him to give me her number anyway. A week later my new secretary was on the job. By the following week Marge had my office as tight as a ship at sea. The old woman knew her shit.
One day I was reviewing a pay application and noticed several line item issues. For some reason the numbers were all fucked up, but Sam my favorite practicing architect, had signed the fucking thing. Suddenly it dawned on me. I had a reason to call Korin. When Andrea answered the phone I quickly asked for Korin, a few seconds later Korin answered, "Mr. Conner, how are you?"
"Well hello there, I have a few questions about the recent Boca pay app, is Sam in?" I asked as professionally as I could trying to keep my penis from reacting to the vision of Korin on her stomach begging me to spank her naked ass.
"No, sorry, he's in a meeting and won't be back today, is there something I can help with?" said Korin softly.
Okay, here we go again. You're thinking, what a fucking jerk, this guy just fucked up the life of a young woman now he's after a middle aged drop dead gorgeous Linda Carter look alike, but wait, that's not all.
"Hum," I said, stalling for time. I waited for a response until I heard Korin ask, "You still there, Cory?" ... I knew I was in.
"Korin ... how would you like to have dinner Saturday night in DC?" I asked frankly.
There was a very long pause and I waited. What the fuck else was I supposed to do?
"Washington DC?" asked Korin finally.
"Of course, ever been there?" I asked.
"Umm, it, ... um it, sounds tempting, but I don't think I'll be able to, um. to join you, maybe, some other time," responded Korin in an obvious hushed voice.
I knew there was a thought process going on in her head and I wasn't about to give up. "Tell you what, think about it, I can get direct flight round trip tickets on Presidential Airways in less than three minutes, figure an hour to pack, the drive to the airport, total spent ... maybe three hours, tops and we're on our way." I offered, then I waited.
"We're not allowed to take personal phone calls at the office, let me give you my home phone, call me there, we can talk about it," said Korin with a hushed voice.
Damn, I was good.
Thinking I had a piece of gold in my hand, I placed Korin's phone number in my wallet, purposely keeping it free from the darkness of my little black book.
Wednesday I made my 4:00 am phone call and discussed the new ocean front development until 7:15. I couldn't believe that call was over fifteen hundred dollars. After realizing I had to seriously take a look at my household budget, I showered, shaved and dressed for a pre-roofing conference in one hour. Now there's some real fun.
Just before 10:00 am, I made a call and met a striking beauty at the 714 pub for lunch. The place was packed to the point of being bothersome.
At 7:00 pm that night, I waited for the same striking beauty to ring my doorbell and when I heard the Westminster chime ... you know the rest.
Friday night I made a phone call using the number I had scribbled on a piece of paper I had stuffed in my wallet. After fifteen rings and no answering machine, there was no answer and it dawned me, the rascal gave me a bogus phone number.
That weekend was time well spent in the den. For the first time since I moved into to the house, I realized my household budget was fucked and I started a list of things not needed. Number one was the Harley. I never rode the gorgeous bike, so it went up for sale at a discount ... twenty grand, the bike and title are yours.
The early morning international phone call was disrupted, don't know why, but it is what it is. Monday at 8:30 am, I had to make an important phone call. After a few rings Andrea answered the phone and I had a little chat with her about keeping my identity low key because I was trying to get Sam without him shunning me, and almost automatically I was transferred to Korin's desk.
"This is Korin how may I help you." Answered the cheerful voice.
"Good morning, this is Mr. Conner," then I waited.
Silence really can be near deadly.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Sorry, I was jotting something down for Sam, what can I do for you Mr. Conner?" asked Korin in an obvious fake gracious voice.
Sensing she was uncomfortable or possibly had someone standing over her I gave her the benefit of the doubt. "Is Sam in, it's important I talk to him."
"He's in conference right now, can I have him call you?" said Korin with a professional voice.
I thought for a moment and decided to raise my voice, "Hey Sam, pick up the damn phone!"
"God, Mr. Conner, no need to shout ... I said he was in a conference," said Korin in a stern voice.
"Just checking ... how about I get your real phone number," I said calmly.
Like I said a few lines ago, silence really can be near deadly.
I was completely shocked when I heard the words, "Ready?"
After checking the two numbers I realized they matched and had to clear the air, "What's a good time to call, lets say, when you'll actually be there?"
Almost immediately, Korin said in a near whisper, "Call at 7:30, I promise this time I'll be there."
Okay ... NOW, I'm damn good.
At 7:32 I made the call, and the phone picked up on the second ring, "Hello?"
"Hi, Korin?" I asked, believing I was talking to another woman.
"She's in the shower, is this Sam?" asked the woman's voice.
I thought for a moment, what the fuck is going on here? I decided to ask an abrupt question, "Who are you?"
"Connie," answered the voice.
I had to look at my Rolex to figure out what planet I was fucking on. "Connie ... oh I see, Korin said she'd be home to take my call at 7:30 ... guess she's busy." I suggested.
"Are you Cory?" asked the sweet voice.
"Yes," I responded cheerfully.
"OH hi ... she said if you called to call back in an hour." Said the sweet voice.
"Really?" I asked in a facetious voice.
"Do you mind?" asked the sweet voice.
"Guess I don't have a choice, do I?" I asked.
"Not really, I think she's shaving her legs or something, she's always doing something like that." Offered the sweet voice.
My mind began to wonder but it's not germane to the story so fuck it.
"Okay, I'll call back," I said softly.
I hung up the phone and looked at the bar, "Fuck, I need a drink."
An hour later I punched the same numbers on the dial pad and waited. Five rings later, the phone clicked.
"Fuck it, I'm getting hammered," I said as I placed the receiver on the cradle. Then something told me to never give up and finally Korin answered the phone with a slight giggle, "Hey, this is Korin."
"Well ... finally, hi it's Cory," I said cautiously.
"Hi Cory, it's a zoo around here, I got my niece and nephew from up-state for the week and they're driving me nuts with their antics, How are you? ... you guys keep it down, I'm on the phone ... come on ... I mean it you guys, keep it down ... sorry, where were we?"
I had to giggle a little partly because I thought other things but at least I was having a conversation with Korin.
After four hours on the phone with Korin, and her relatives, I finally got a date. It wasn't what I had anticipated, but at least I got a date with that gorgeous woman.
I ended up meeting her at Huxley's. The place was a fairly unknown bar with a library flavor below a famous person's apartment, of which I'm not at liberty to mention, but the place had comfortable intimate seating and I really enjoyed being with Korin after breaking the ice.
I discovered her family had been restaurateurs for twenty years, she had been married once, divorced after four years of watching the guy fuck all the skirts in town, she was a licensed professional in the real estate industry, at least four guys at the bar knew her enough to approach our space and say hey, one even gave her a hug in front of her date, I never got her age out of her but I did get a laugh and a toast, when I mentioned nobody can cook like my mother, then after a I received a blank stare, I followed with, "Nobody can possibly cook that bad." She looked super sexy when she laughed out loud.
We drank champagne splits and I fed her a couple of fat fucking strawberries dipped in dark chocolate, we walked to our cars, gave each other a hug and promised to talk about a trip to DC. I went home horny as fuck, pulled my pants down and masturbated as I whispered, "Jesus, is that woman fucking beautiful."
Two weeks later I picked up Korin at her place, we returned to Huxley's, pretty much repeated our first date except we almost doubled the champagne intake until she touched my hand and asked if I wanted to get a room.
YES ... she did ask if I wanted to get a room.
The closest place was a sleazy dump built in the 50's with a family theme. It was near the ocean so the rates were inflated. They didn't take plastic, go figure, Korin paid cash. We started ripping each others clothes off the second the door closed.
Korin was surprised I wanted to please her orally, and what a fucking mess we made. Korin was a heavy squirter, and I buried my face in it. Holy shit! We showered and fucked in the shower, she wanted to watch my cock piss on her tits then she wanted to jerk me off so she could watch it cum, in her mouth. Holy shit! We went back to bed and fucked until I lost it and growled at her like a mad man during ejaculation while telling her she was a nasty fucking whore. I got bitch slapped, she got her ass spanked, hard. We fucked again and I watched a pair of big breasts slap my face silly as the gorgeous woman they were attached to lost it while pounding my happy ass into the mattress. At 6:00 am we woke up head to toe in a huge wet spot with no fucking clue where we were or how we got there. Holy Shit!
The next day I called my florist and told the lady I needed to have a single red rose sent to a special lady and I wanted the card to read, 'Holy Shit!
Two weeks later we were flying to DC, on the ground, in an orange Porsche 934 RSR. Fifteen hours later we were pulling into the Hyatt Regency Washington a few blocks from the Capital building. We grabbed a bite at the hotel's banquet, including the free martinis, times three, went to the room, stripped each others clothes off and I went down on some very sweet and extremely wet pussy. We filled the tub, soaped each other up and I fucked Korin's face until I lost my balance and ended up on the marble floor, outside the tub. Things were going pretty well until Korin stepped over to her carry on and pulled out a dildo, and a matching belt. I sat at the edge of the bed and looked at the toy for a second, they suddenly I realized the gorgeous bitch was stepping into the fucking thing then cinching it tight to her hips.
"Uh, what's that for?" I asked meekly.
"You've been a real good boy for mommy, now mommy is gonna have a real good time with her good little boy." She said with complete calm.
That's right, folks ... Holy Shit!
"Um ... I don't think that's such a good idea without some major anal prepping, like maybe an enema, or something?" I said as I looked at the tip of the fake pink penis.
"God ... you're right, I totally forgot," said Korin with complete sincerity as she stepped in front of me and tapped the tip of the dildo making it bounce.
"We don't have an enema kit, so I guess your idea will have to wait, at least until tomorrow, you know, we can go shopping ... maybe?" I pleaded with a gorgeous woman to leave me alone, and by the way for the first time in my life.
Korin put her palm under my chin and looked at me with her beautiful deep blue eyes, then said, "Mommy thought of everything honey, come with me."
Well, needless to say, I asked for it.
Korin took me by the hand and lead me back to the bathroom. Thank God the bathrooms in that hotel were a decent size. On our way she grabbed her carry on. When we were inside the space she told me to get on my hands and knees and put my head low to the floor. Like a dummy, I did what she asked while watching her pull a disposable enema bottle out of her bag and warm it in the sink under hot water for a few minutes. I couldn't watch.
Korin squat beside me, tapped my ass cheek once and said with a soft voice, "Relax Cory, you're such a baby, don't think I've never done this before."
Oh yeah, that one I needed to hear. I'm thinking, the reason the four guys at Huxley's knew you so well, was maybe this is the reason why. 'Fuck,' I said to myself.
"Relax Cory, it works a hell of a lot better if you'd relax, try honey." She said as I felt her cold hands rest on my buttocks.
I have to admit, at least Korin was gentle. She took her time and inserted the probe into my anus very slowly then when it was fully inserted she whispered, "You're gonna feel a little bloated but that's normal ... okay?"
I closed my eyes and began feeling my gut swell then I heard Korin whisper, "God this is such a fucking turn on ... almost there."
I heard a squirting sound then a sucking noise, then I felt as though I had to take a giant shit. "Jesus Korin I have to go."
"On no you don't ... just hold it in for awhile, we have to get of all the poisons in there to come out," said Korin as she began smoothing my butt cheeks with her soft hands.
"Hello ...Korin, I mean it, I have to go," I said very softly.
"Another minute, God you are such a fucking baby," said Korin as she smoothed my lower back.
I had to admit, being fucked was not a fun thing at that moment. "Oh come on Korin, it has to be time now," I pleaded.
"Okay, sit on the toilet." She said as she rocked on her the balls of her feet and stood up.
I almost didn't get to the toilet fast enough and as soon as I sat down my entire bowels let loose. "Holy shit," I said as water flowed out of me and hosed the toilet water.
I looked up at Korin and said, "Fuck me, I'm sweating."
"God you are so fucking cute." Was all she could say as she dropped the flat bottle into the trashcan then grabbed a face towel and ran cold water over it until it was soaked.
As I sat in misery on a toilet, sweating and feeling my guts being flushed down the drain, a Linda Carter look alike was wiping my brow with a cold facecloth as I gazed at a fake pink penis wondering who the fuck modeled for that thing. God did I feel embarrassed.
Honestly, folks, give it a half hour to and hour and you'll feel like a million bucks. As I stood leaning against the vanity and gripping the edge while gazing at a fabulous pair of tits I really did feel like a million bucks.
"Shit Korin, that shit works ... I feel great," I said and I suddenly realized there was something else Korin wanted to do to my body.
"Isn't it something else ... I give myself an enema at least once a month, it makes me feel clean through and though, if you know what I mean." She said as she grabbed her dildo like she was getting ready to jerk it off then she added, "We should take a quick shower and clean you up back there."
I have to admit, when a woman treats you like a circus animal, you know you're on the bottom rung of humility, but I knew this gorgeous woman was not finished humiliating me yet.
After she patted my body dry and wiped by ass like a mother wipes her kid's ass, she grabbed my hand and lead me to the bed. I looked at the massive fucking mattress and didn't see any way out of this one.
I took a deep breath of air then exhaled before I asked softly and with a slight whimper, "What are you going to do to me Korin?"
"Cory, I want you to relax honey, do you want a drink first?" she asked softly.
Thank God, a stall, I thought, "Yeah, about forty drinks should do it or maybe a fucking Quaalude." I said as I looked at her dildo.
"Really ... a lude?" she asked she placed her hand on my shoulder and looked deep into my eyes.
"No way ... you have some?" I asked as I returned her gaze.
"Well, we won't be luding-out, but I have a couple if you want one," she said calmly.
"Jesus Korin, do you do anything half assed?" I asked as I gazed at her dildo then added, "How long is that fucking thing?"
Korin giggled then said, "God you are so fucking cute," then she turned and grabbed her purse, fiddled around in the interior then pulled out a 35 millimeter film canister, turned to face me then shook the small brown canister, when she heard the contents snapping inside she popped the top and dropped a white tablet in her palm, "wanna do halvsies?" She asked as she held the white pill out to show me, then added, "See ... 714."
"Those things take about a half hour or so, what do we do until then?" I asked as I looked at the white pill.
"Cory, take the fucking thing and put the damn thing in your mouth." She ordered.
Okay folks, things are getting serious, better buckle up.
Korin calmly sat on one of the chairs and slowly fondled her clitoris while she waited for my nod. About a half hour later I was feeling pretty good and Korin was looking too fucking beautiful to be what she was. I couldn't believe I was about to have my ass bent over a king size pillow top in front of a gorgeous fucking woman with a pink fucking plastic dick strapped to her hips and I was expected to let her do whatever it was she wanted to fucking do to my ass hole.
Korin must have sensed my condition. She stood and gently turned me around, eased my body over the edge of the bed then pressed gently on my back. I fell forward and grabbed the sheet. Then I felt her position my cock against the edge of the mattress until it pointed down. Suddenly I saw a small light green tube drop next to me and wondered; 'when in the fuck did she have time to grab that thing.'
"Cory?" she asked softly.
"Yes mommy," I said then giggled.
Suddenly I felt her hands gently caress my buttocks then I felt her soft cheeks touch the skin of my lower buttocks. I felt an incredible feeling in my rectum and realized the woman behind me was licking my anus.
"God, that feels so fucking good." I whispered.
Suddenly I felt nothing but coolness around my anus then the green tube disappeared, then I felt her fingers gently smooth the lubricant against my anus, then I felt her insert one of her fingers into the my colon.
"My fucking God Korin, you are one nasty fucking bitch," I whispered as I readied to grab the sheet.
"I am so fucking horny right now you have no idea," she whispered as I felt her left hand gently press against my left buttock.
When I felt the tip of the dildo press gently against my rectum I grabbed the sheet and closed my eyes and prayed it would be over soon. But something happened. I felt a heavy pressure in my bowels and suddenly I realized Korin had already inserted the entire dildo into my bowels.
Suddenly I felt my cock start to swell and Korin's body press against my buttocks then she said softly, "This is such a fucking turn on."
I couldn't believe what she was doing but I did know my cock was about ready to explode and I felt warm water ooze down my scrotum and drip down the shaft of my cock. Then she lowered her body against mine and I felt her breasts press against my middle back and her hair tickle the skin between my shoulder blades until I felt her cool face rest against my right shoulder.
"You beautiful fucking man," she whispered as she gripped my biceps.
That was the last thing I heard civil coming from Korin's mouth. Suddenly her hips started to rock and my anus began to feel like she had just stuffed it with a log. I grabbed the sheets and buried my face in the cloth and growled as loud as I could. Her water flowed down my scrotum and splashed against my crotch. Then she released and my cock exploded. "Holy Fuck!" I screamed unto the sheet.
Seriously folks, there are no words to describe a woman having an orgasm like Korin had that night, but I can tell you this, I thought there would be a knock on the door from concerned human beings ... and Korin was no longer a real human being during that moment.
When we woke the next morning I felt like shit and my ass hole was still thumping. We staggered around the room for a while then giggled then staggered some more, took a shower together, I fingered her pussy, she sucked my cock, I pissed on her ass, she pissed on my cock, I spanked her ass, she licked my rectum, what else, who the fuck cares, we were so drunk on each other we forgot to check out on time.
We finally made it back to our hometown sometime during the middle of the week. I don't even remember dropping her off at her house or driving to my house. It took less than four hours to realize, I had to fuck Korin again. |
16 | 8 Days | FinishTheDamnStory | Anal | 2013-08-22 | 2013-08-31 | 2022-01-08 09:36:41 | 7 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/8-days-day-2-ftds | 1. All's Fair in Love and War - sequel to DamonX's 8 Days. 2. Casualties of war and a 3rd party truce offering. 3. A failed attempt at understanding. 4. It seems it's all over buy the crying. 5. Complexity is not a bad thing. 6. Nefarious plots are revealed. 7. Happily ever after? The conclusion. | ['Betrayal', 'Cheating', 'Continuation', 'Damonx', 'Deceit', 'Fiancee', 'First Anal', 'Payback', 'Revenge', 'Trickery'] | 4.48 | ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
My unsolicited sequel to DamonX's story 8 Days. This is a multi-chapter response, covering all of the remaining 8 days, after the original story took care of Day 1.
DamonX stories drive me a little crazy. Not because they're bad, far from it. He just builds up these horrible situations, and leaves them hanging. In addition to 8 Days, Danielle's Revenge and My Loving Wife are the kind of stories that make your palms itch.
**Summary** of http://www.literotica.com/s/8-days
In 8 Days, a guy's fiancée comes home from her bachelorette party, and talks her boyfriend into a week of being single, just before their wedding. She plays it down, says she might not even do anything, she just wants to know she could, and to sweeten the pot, offers him her virgin ass on their honeymoon. He's a fool, and he agrees.
The next night, after she said she was staying home and watching TV alone, he finds her in their bed giving the stripper from her party everything she denied him, including her virgin ass. Frigid with him, she's a complete and total slut for the hard-body, big dick stripper. He blows up, since she broke their deal the first day it was in effect, sneaks out and has sex with his best friend who his fiancée hates, the only person he wasn't supposed to get together with.
The fiancée finds out, and is livid, and says she's going to war. She'll be the biggest slut in the world. The guy tries to get her to call off the deal. She laughs at him.
And that's where it ends. Really, I swear.
**"...For the next week, I'm going to be the dirtiest fucking slut you've ever seen!"**
"I don't think you want to play this game," I warned, my voice shaking as I spoke.
"Oh yes I do," she snapped as she turned and headed towards the bedroom. "You started it. Now...this means war."
Now seriously, you understand why I had to do _something_ with this story?
_There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed. If I find a story that's been left hanging for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps._
For information on how I decide which stories to continue, please check my profile.
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It was an unfair battle that I'd engaged in. In case it's not clear to anyone out there, any pretty girl can get laid all she wants. It's that simple. An average guy has to work for it.
The odds were against me, and the cheating bitch wanted revenge.
Understand, I don't mean cheating as in adultery. I'd agreed to her stupid deal, been seduced into it by the idea of getting her virgin ass in her wedding dress. That's what did it for me. Then she cheated. She gave away her ass. It would no longer be virgin, I wouldn't get to be her first on our wedding day, as she'd agreed.
Hell, that was the only reason I went along with the deal!
On top of that, she accuses me of breaking the rules by sleeping with Jenna, but let's remember - she threw that rule in _after_ we had a deal. In fact I never even agreed to it. She is the one making assumptions, not me.
I don't know if she realized we were half a step away from ending everything. I didn't like the woman I was seeing for the first time. Not at all. The trickery, the deceit, the lies, the betrayal, all of it sickened me. But before this whole thing went nuclear, I thought it was only fair that I give her one last chance. She was gorgeous and wealthy, after all, and I kinda thought we loved each other.
I approached the bedroom, where I found her changing the sheets. New satin ones I'd never seen before.
"Lacey, this is getting out of hand. I think we should think twice about our deal," I said, trying to be reasonable.
She sneered at me. "What? You had your fun with the skank, and want to end the game? Pretty much got it figured out, don't you? Who's going to want to fuck you for the next 7 days? You're right, I get a chance to catch up, it's only fair."
"Do you remember what you said, Lace? It would be good for us. I'm here to tell you it's not. I'm very unhappy you lied and cheated."
"I did no such thing! You did!"
"Did you, or did you not say I would get to fuck your virgin ass?"
"Yes, and you will, if you don't fuck up anymore!" she snapped.
"And how the hell is it going to return to being virgin, after you gave it to your stripper boyfriend?"
She turned red. "I didn't say it was going to be virgin when you got it."
"Yes you did. You promised me a virgin ass. Your exact words. You lied. The very first day of our agreement, you broke it."
"Don't take things so literally, Damon. You're going to get my ass. Be happy I'm even still considering that, after you cheated and slept with Jenna!"
"I never agreed not to. You made a unilateral rule, _after_ we made our deal. I didn't accept it. If you can make a rule after the deal, so can I - how about this - you can't sleep with anyone under the age of 90. Or anyone with a dick longer than 3 inches, how does that sound?"
"You're being ridiculous. We made a deal, and you broke it. I didn't. Now you want to change things."
"You lied to me. You deceived me. Don't talk to me about a deal!"
"I did no such thing! You're just pissed and having second thoughts, after fucking that skank friend of yours. I take it she wasn't that good, huh?"
"I'm not stupid, Lacey. I know you had plans to fuck your stripper before we had a deal. You lied to me about your plans last night. Staying home to watch a movie, wasn't it? I didn't do anything with Jenna until you'd lied and cheated on our deal."
"You're crazy. I had no plans. It was a spur of the moment thing. I knew what you were going to be doing at your bachelor party, so I figured why not start?"
I silently glared at her, after her blatant lie. She couldn't hold my gaze, turning away.
"Do you still want to get married?" I asked.
"Why the hell would you ask that!" she yelled. "You made a deal!"
"I'm asking you, honestly. If this keeps on, I don't think it's going to end well. I don't believe you, and I don't trust you. You destroyed the only part of the agreement I cared about. You really think I want your ass, when it's stretched out and full of how many asshole's cum? You're fucking your bastards bareback! Are you going to get tested for STDs? I sure as hell am not going to be fucking you and putting my life in risk. If you expect me to get married to you, I'll expect you to prove that you're clean, and I'll need you to swear you didn't have unprotected sex after you were tested."
"I'll get your test, you asshole. I'll get it after we're married, and I've had my eight days. If we do get married. If you don't want to get laid on your honeymoon, that's your problem, not mine. You should have thought of that before you agreed. Now I'd appreciate it if you'd leave. I have a guest coming over, and I need to get ready for him."
"I'll leave. I hope you know what you're doing. I loved you, you know."
"Stop being such a drama queen, Damon. It doesn't suit you."
I walked over to her and took her hand in mine. She shrieked as I yanked the engagement ring off her finger.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Making damn sure you're not wearing my ring when you're being a slut for other men. You wanted to be single? Fine. You are."
She stared at me open-mouthed, as I walked out of the room. Maybe it would be a wake up call, but I doubted it.
I left, having convinced myself I'd done my best. She wanted war? War was what she was going to get.
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She liked lies, trickery and deceit, did she? Two could play that game.
I returned to the house with a handful of the shiny green leaves that grew just beyond the back fence. Still wearing my gloves, I climbed into the attic and grabbed a handful of insulation, which I put into a large baggie. Now all I had to do was wait. If nothing else, Lacey was a creature of habit.
Sure enough, within the hour I heard the bath start. I gave her 5 minutes for it to fill, and then I snuck into the bedroom. It pissed me off to no end that she thought she could use _my_ bed to fuck the assholes. I pulled back the fitted sheet, and scattered the insulation all over the mattress. With them rolling around on it, it wouldn't be long before the fiberglass would work it's way through the sheet, and into the lovers. Placing the bottom sheet back, I rubbed the poison ivy all over the sheets, top and bottom, and remade the bed. I had no idea how effective second-hand poison ivy would be, but I could hope.
She's the one that wanted to go to war.
I placed my old Flip Video camera on top of my dresser, hidden beneath a couple of books. Easy to see if you were looking for it, but I doubt they would be. At the lower resolution, I was supposed to be able to get up to four hours out of it. I hoped it was long enough. If not, I should still get plenty.
I could hear her still humming away cheerily in her bath. Probably anticipating her next slutty conquest, the damn cheater.
With the bedroom taken care of, I started investigating her toys. I took the bags of mischief to the kitchen where I could work on them in peace.
She was loaded for bear. Lubricant, handcuffs, sex toys, stockings, enema kits and a few sexy outfits that were far beyond anything she'd every worn for me. The lubricant was first. I opened the top, broke the seal, and squirted out about an ounce. A tablespoon of cayenne pepper mixed in seemed appropriate. I stirred up the liquid, and closed it back up. I took the enema kits, carefully opened them, added a few drops of red food coloring to each, then resealed them. Maybe not the most creative ideas in the world, but I was working with what's available, and I didn't have a whole lot of time.
I went to the battery drawer, and emptied it into a Tupperware container I took with me. Petty, I know. With a pair of pliers, I bent the teeth of the handcuff keys. She'd bought an industrial sized, corded vibrator. I remembered an old, dirty trick. I pushed a needle into the chord, connecting both wires, and cut it off flush, so it was invisible. Three times, just to be safe.
I moved toward the bedroom. It sounded like she was still bathing. I'd give it a few more minutes. I had another inspiration, and got out the knife sharpener. I ran it along the inside of the handcuffs, repeatedly, until the edges were no longer smooth. They wouldn't be comfortable.
I heard the sound of her getting out of the tub, and realized I was running out of time. I had maybe 10 minutes for her to dry her hair. I put everything back in the bags, and quietly returned them to the bedroom. I turned on the video camera and snuck out of the house. No, I wasn't done with her yet. Her, or her boy-toys.
I put the car in neutral and rolled it down to the street. I didn't want to alert her that I was still around. I pushed it down to the next house before starting it up. I only drove it around the back of the block, where I parked, and cut through the neighbor's yard back to our place.
Looking in the window, I saw she had set out some wine in the living room. The bitch was wearing one of her new outfits, hotter than anything I'd ever seen her in. Damn it, she was determined to destroy everything. For the life of me, I couldn't understand why. I slipped into the garage through the backdoor, and started some preparations.
Searching through my stuff, I found a few things I could work with. Now all I had to do was wait.
It was agonizing, sitting there doing nothing, so I continued my planning in my head. She could fuck around, but nowhere in her damn rules did it say I couldn't interfere. And I'd be doing plenty of that. As soon as I'd put the next part of the plan in action, I'd recruit both Cale and Jenna. This wasn't something I could do alone.
I heard a car pull up outside, and shortly heard the doorbell. I gave them five more minutes, then slipped back outside. I had no interest in watching what they were doing. The last time had sickened me. Finding out she was a deceitful slut, who'd completely hidden her true self from me.
Crouching down low, I filled the syringe. Four injections of concentrated muriatic acid into each tire should do the job. It wouldn't be instantaneous, but it should soften the tire enough to ruin it. Anyone who fucks my woman doesn't get off scot-free. The bastard had been at her bachelorette party. He knew she was getting married. While I was at it I poured the acid on the windshield wiper blades. Should be fun after the next rainstorm.
Satisfied for the moment, I jogged around the block to my car, feeling ridiculously pleased with myself. Driving off, I called Cale, and let him know I was coming over to talk.
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"So that's how it is? War?" he asked.
"Absolutely. She started it. I'm going to finish it."
He smirked. "I like it. I imagine you're not here just to give me an update. How do I fit in?"
"I figure after such a fucked up Bachelor party, you owe me. I'm gonna collect."
"You don't need to blackmail me. I'm all in. Just tell me what you need."
I explained that I'd need not only his help, but that of our whole crowd. "One per day. Each day, I need someone to watch over her until I get off work. Starting tomorrow, Monday, through Friday. I want to make things difficult for her. Try to be creative."
"I figure we can work that out. How about evenings?"
"All the help I can get. At least one person per evening would be good."
"You sure this is how you want to play it? Not that I'm complaining, but it doesn't leave you much room to make things right afterward."
"It's all she's left me, Cale. I tried to talk to her. Tried to be reasonable. She's acting like a total slut. No, this is how it has to be."
"Alright. I'll take tomorrow, and make sure we have Tuesday through Friday covered. If I have to I'll cover them myself."
"I don't want you to do that," I started.
"Hell. I know you'd do if for me. Don't sweat it. I got it under control."
"Great. I hate to run, but I've got some more issues to deal with."
"No problem. Do what you have to. And have some fun while you're at it. You're entitled, remember?"
I nodded. Once in the car, I made another call. "Jenna? You available? I'd like to see you."
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I felt bad about the way I'd abused our friendship, showing up on her doorstep for a revenge fuck. She deserved better. This time, I'd handle it differently. When she opened the door, I took her hand and pulled her into my arms. She returned the hug eagerly, and our lips met.
"Come on, I'm taking you to dinner."
She grabbed her purse, and within 10 minutes we were settling in for Thai food, her favorite.
"I told you Barbie didn't appreciate you. She's a complete whore and as shallow as a rain puddle. You deserve better."
I grinned at her. "I got better, last night."
She smiled back at me. "And that was just a taste, big guy. It only gets better, you'll see." She pouted cutely. "I am a little pissed you sneaked out this morning, without even a kiss."
"I'll make it up to you."
"So, what's the plan? You've finally seen the light? Are you going to dump the stuck-up cunt?"
"No, not yet. We'll see how things go, but I'd say at the moment it's leaning 80/20 toward her standing alone at the altar Sunday morning."
"Why let it drag on?"
I shrugged. "Guess I'm an asshole. She wants war, I'm going to give it to her, all guns blazing. I tried to warn her. I did, several times. Now she has to pay."
Jenna grinned. "I'm _so_ in. I'd love to take down that snooty bitch and her uppity friends."
"That's what I need to hear. Here's my plan..."
Back at her apartment, we fell into her bed. The previous night had been crazy, intense. This was different. Old friends, best friends, coming together. Not that her blowjob wasn't equally amazing. Unlike the night before, where I think she was trying to show me what a dirty little girl she could be, she sucked me to completion, slowly, lovingly. Gazing up at me while she pumped her face over my cock.
"God, Jenna. If I had only known..."
She pulled back laughing. "You only had to ask, Damon. Just once."
She returned to her sucking, a mischievous finger probing my prostate toward the end, while her other hand stroked me. I groaned loudly, as I exploded between Jenna's teasing lips. Not full and pouty like Lacey's, narrower, with the cutest little upper lip bow.
"Keep it down in there," we heard her roommate yell, laughingly.
"I could wring her neck," I said while Jenna cleaned me.
"Nikki? Why?"
"She ran straight to Lacey and told her I'd slept with you. Even told her some of what we'd done. That's what set her on the rampage."
"Nikki? You're kidding, right?"
"No. First thing Lacey sprung on me this morning. I guess she ran into her at the gym."
"Fuck. That's the last straw. Put on your shorts, mister. It's come-to-Jesus time for my meddlesome roommate."
I pulled on my boxers, and Jenna grabbed my polo shirt, wearing it like a dress. She was a lot shorter than me or Lacey, and it almost came to her knees. Damn, she looked cute like that.
Jenna opened the door, stomping out of the room. "Nikki, you stupid bitch! What did you tell Lacey!"
Nikki stepped back, looking nervous. "Nothing," she said.
"Bullshit! You saw her in the gym. What the fuck did you tell her?"
"She was running you down, the both of you," Nikki finally said. "She was being a total bitch, laughing at how Damon was letting her fuck half the city, while he would be lucky to get a sniff at any pussy. She's already put out word to her friends that if anyone gives him a taste, she'll destroy them." Nikki really looked upset, and I could see her eyes filling with tears.
"She's such a bitch!" Nikki snarled. "So I told her. I laughed at her, and told her that you were getting the best sex of your life from the sounds of it. From someone who really knows what she's doing. No holes barred."
"Damn it, Nikki, you should have let it go," Jenna said, softening her tone. I knew I was feeling like a heel for getting mad at her. Nikki had only been defending me.
Nikki turned to me. "I'm sorry Damon. You're a great guy. You deserve a lot better than that snooty slut. You know she was there talking to her friends, trying to find out where the biggest cock she could get her hands on was. Please tell me you're not seriously thinking of still marrying her."
I shrugged. "Thinking about it. Trust me, it's no longer a sure thing."
"Are you both really going to screw around up until the day of your wedding?"
"I don't know. She's completely changed. She acted like it was no big deal. Made it sound like she was curious, but not crazy. Even said she might not do anything. Before I went out last night, she was laying around in sweats, saying she was just going to hang out at home and watch TV. The TV wasn't on when she was getting her virgin ass drilled, after she'd promised to save it for me on our wedding night, if I'd go along with her stupid plan. She was a total slut for that stripper, doing all the things she'd never let me do. Now she says she was going to be, what was it? The dirtiest fucking slut I'd ever seen."
Jenna giggled. "That's a lie."
"How so?" I asked.
"The dirtiest fucking slut you've ever seen is going to be in my bedroom waiting for you every night this week. By the time I'm done with you, the cheating cunt's not even going to be a memory."
Nikki was still feeling bad. "I'm really sorry, Damon. I didn't mean to cause you any trouble. I swear. I'd never do that to you." She smiled shyly, her tongue flicking across her upper lip. "I wish there was some way I could make it up to you. Anything."
That surprised the hell out of me, but not Jenna. I guess she knew Nikki better than me. "You sure as hell are going to make it up to him. Go clean yourself up, thoroughly. I expect you naked, in our bedroom in no more that 10 minutes. You got that?"
Nikki nodded. She looked over at me. "Is that what you want, Damon?"
"Ten minutes," I said, grinning.
Jenna took me by the hand and dragged me back to her bedroom. I thought I'd spend the allotted minutes playing with her but she had other ideas. "Get those stupid boxers off, and get in that bed. I'll be back in a minute."
She took a couple of minutes. She surprised me again, by bringing in a couple of huge light boxes on stands and setting them up in the room. She ignored me while she arranged cameras on tripods, adjusted the lighting, taking readings against the bed. She had everything in place, taking some sample pictures.
"I'm going to need you to put on a performance for me. Something memorable for your soon to be ex-girlfriend. Nikki's had a crush on you for ages. I expect you to make this a night for her to remember. Can you do that for me?"
"What about you and me?" I asked. I really thought that Jenna and I had something starting.
"I'm yours all you want this week. But I'm not expecting you to be exclusive. Just the opposite. We're going to get you laid every which way you can imagine. As for you and me, we'll see where things are after Sunday."
Nikki walked into the room, naked as the day she was born and stopped, looking around at all the lights and cameras. "Jenna?" she squeaked.
"All for a good cause," Jenna said, grinning. "Don't sweat it. You'll do fine."
Nikki was cute, not gorgeous, not even especially pretty. Probably carrying a good 25 pounds more than she should have. Naked, it looked good on her. Soft, curvy, big tits. "Damn, you look good, Nikki."
She blushed, her hands dropping down to cover the tangle of fur between her legs. "I... I'm sorry I'm not pretty like her."
I stood and went to her, taking her in my arms. "Don't short change yourself. You're sexy as hell. Damn! I had no idea, girl."
"Really?"
I took her hand and put it on my hardening cock. "What do you think?"
She giggled, giving my cock a squeeze. "I think he likes me."
"Very, very much. You sure you want to do this?"
"Do you?" she asked nervously.
"Hell yeah."
She smiled from ear-to-ear. "Me too. In a big way." She gave my shaft a squeeze. "A _very_ big way."
"Before we get carried away, anything I should know? Anything you don't do, don't like? I want this to be good for you."
She grinned, looking over at Jenna. "I may not be the total wanton slut that our dirty girl is, but I'm willing to give it a try. Whatever you want, Damon. Just don't hurt me, Ok?"
"Last thing on my mind, sexy bit. God, I love your tits!"
She laughed, shimmying a little. "Good. I hope you enjoy them. They're really sensitive, I hope you'll play with them a lot."
I scooped her into my arms, making her squeal cutely, then deposited her on the bed. I had to get my hands on those tits. Hands and mouth. Tongue too.
I spent several minutes enjoying myself, then she pushed me onto my back. "My turn," she teased, and proceeded to cover every inch of my body with kisses and teasing little licks. She bypassed my cock on the first pass, but on the return she pushed my legs apart and settled in, starting with my balls. Sucking each into her mouth, teasing it, rolling it around. She moved to my shaft, licking and kissing.
"Turn your head a little," Jenna directed, "and look up at him."
Nikki licked the length of my shaft, staring up into my eyes. "God, I've wanted to do this for so long," she said.
"Don't stop now," I urged.
She grinned, and her mouth opened, slowly settling over my cock. The camera flash went off several times as her lips descended, slowly, pausing for a second when I hit the back of her mouth, then moving again, taking another inch down her tight throat.
"Fuuuuck," I moaned.
"I think he liked that, Nikki," Jenna teased.
I did, and I got to feel it several times more. Jenna had already taken the edge off with her blowjob, so I was able to sit back and relax. After several minutes I wanted more. "I need to fuck you, Nikki baby."
"Anything you want. Whatever you need to erase that heartless cunt of a fiancée out of your mind."
"Ride me?"
She scurried up my body, easing me into her tight, moist hole. "I thought you'd never ask, big guy." I don't know if it was because she was so excited, or if her 'preparations' had eased the way, but she took me in one smooth stroke. I looked up at her, sitting upright, fucking herself on my cock, her big tits shaking.
"Bring those tits down here, Sexy."
She grinned for me, leaning down on her extended arms, hands placed just beyond my shoulders. She started a very sweet rocking motion, back and forth, tentative at first until she found the perfect length, pulling out to the very edge on each forward motion, before sliding back to take my entire length. It was perfect.
"God, that looks good, guys. Just like that," Jenna announced from the foot of the bed.
I had Nikki's tits in my hands, alternating my attention from one to the other, sucking her hard nipples. She was right, very sensitive, and she was moaning sweetly, shuddering in pleasure.
"Harder," she whispered. "Don't be gentle with them. Own them."
I squeezed, biting down, and felt her first sweet orgasm. Shit, this was going to be fun. "God you are a little slut, aren't you?"
"Your slut, Damon," she moaned. "All yours."
I bit the other one, harder, tugging on it. She shivered, a hitch in her motions, then went back to rocking back and forth, a little faster. I moved her nipple out of my mouth, and starting sucking hard on the alabaster flesh of her fat tits. She'd moan whenever I moved to a new spot, giving her deep, dark hickies, little bite marks. She whimpered a couple of times when I got rough, but if I backed off she urged me on. "Torture my big tits, Damon. Make them yours."
"Fucking right, they're mine, you nasty little slut," I growled, biting down hard.
She squealed, and her rocking stopped. Her upper body was still, but her hips were going wild, thrusting up and down on my cock. She whimpered sweetly, trembling. I grabbed her hips and slammed my cock up into her, hammering her as hard as I could.
She cried out, loudly, almost scaring me, then her hips were fighting my hands, pounding down against me.
"God, Damon! The horny little bitch is creaming all over your cock. God, this is a great fucking shot."
Nikki gasped, her arms giving out, and I was almost smothered under an avalanche of cushiony tit. Her entire body was trembling.
I rolled with her, moving her underneath me. I pulled her legs back, the back of her knees trapped by my arms and started slamming my cock into her, driving her into the mattress, grinding against her at the end of each stroke, holding, filling her. I'd give it a few seconds, then pull out and drive down into her again. After only a dozen or so, she was whining. I thought I was hurting her, and eased off. I felt a smack on my ass from our friendly photographer.
"Don't stop you asshole! You've almost got her. Keep that up."
I took the words to heart, watching the cute little roommate gasping, mouth open and frowning, eyes rolling upward. At the end of each stroke I swiveled my hips, corkscrewing inside of her.
"Tilt her legs back a little more, and raise up a little. Ok, that's it, slam and grind," Jenna instructed me.
Nikki went off big, non-stop, whining and gasping. At the end of each new stroke she'd shudder, grunting sweetly. The movement was great for me, I could keep it up forever.
I felt Jenna's hand brush against my balls, and I looked back to see her on the bed, behind me. Nikki whimpered loudly and Jenna grinned. "Getting her ready, handsome."
She hopped off the bed, and dove into her drawer, I saw her come out with some lube, and a scary large butt plug. "Isn't that kind of big?" I asked.
Jenna just smiled. "She'll thank me for it."
I leaned down, my body crushing Nikki's tits, my head next to hers. I nibbled on her neck, while I filled her tight pussy time after time. She gasped, and Jenna chuckled. "Yes! That's it!"
I turned Nikki's face forward, looking into her face. "God, you're an amazing fuck," I whispered. I brought my lips down to hers and kissed her for the first time. Her mouth remained slack for a few moments, then she was grasping my head, sucking on my tongue, kissing me desperately. She would grunt every so often, out of sync with my thrusts, and I was pretty certain that Jenna was working that butt plug. Something was going on down there, I could feel it.
I was wrong about lasting forever. It was all too exciting. "I'm going to fuck you now," I whispered. "Fuck you hard."
She nodded, her eyes open wide, adoring. "Fuck me, Damon. Make me your whore."
Jenna scrambled off the bed, as I went to town on Nikki. I had a couple of minutes left in me, and jack-hammered her upturned pussy, until she was shrieking. Sweet Jesus, I'd never even dreamed of being with such a responsive woman. Her hands kept clutching at me, squeezing, gripping me tightly. Her face was flushed bright red, right down to the valley of her tits. I loved it, loved her response, the way she felt, everything. I finished in a flurry, my hips a blur, until I drove her into the bed hard, erupting powerfully inside of her. She shrieked, so loud I was afraid we'd get reported by the neighbors.
I collapsed onto her, breathing hard, holding her. She was moaning softly in my ear, her body lax, arms hanging limply at her side. As I shifted my legs and arms, her legs followed, drooping against me.
"Pull out slowly, straight up," Jenna told me, slapping my ass.
I did as she asked, and heard her chuckle. "Damn, that's hot."
I moved away from her, looking down at Nikki's abused crotch. I saw my juices leaking out, a tiny rivulet, engulfing the bejeweled end of the plug in the exhausted girl's ass. I looked down at my cock and almost didn't recognize it. I'd never seen a girl who creamed like that. My cock was coated in her white excretions.
I was ready for a break, but Jenna was a harsh taskmaster. "Let her get you up again. You've got another hole to break in," she told me, slapping my butt and giving it a squeeze.
Jenna spread Nikki's legs, getting some close-up shots of my finish. I crawled up the bed on my knees, taking up position over my latest conquest, getting a bizarre satisfaction from rubbing my cum coated cock against her lips. She tilted her head toward me, opening her mouth, and I slid inside her lips. I reached down and held her head, moving her a little in counterpoint to my own movements.
She moaned softly, taking a little more of my length. Her own cream was leaving a white line along the bottom corner of her mouth. I heard a slap and Nikki gave a little surprised yelp around my shaft.
"Earn it, Nikki," Jenna directed, moving up the bed with her camera, taking in the action. "You know you want this. You're better than that Barbie Doll. Prove it!"
Before I knew it, Jenna was behind me, pressed up against my body, nibbling on my neck, kissing me. "Pretty sweet, huh Damon? Damn, that was fun to watch. Bet your fiancée isn't getting anything that good." Her hands caressed my chest, rubbing deliciously. "You dump that bitchy slut of yours, and maybe we can make Nikki a regular thing. I know she'd love that."
Nikki moaned, turning her body a little, her hand moving up to help. Her sucking was getting better, more determined, and already had me to half staff.
It wasn't easy, but with Jenna and my encouragement, she managed to get a rise out of me. Jenna pulled me away bodily, and leaned down for a taste of her own. "On your knees, girlfriend," Jenna announced.
She grabbed the lube and took up position behind her roommate. She giggled as she started playing with the device sticking out of Nikki's butt, yielding groans and moans galore. I watched entranced as her efforts slowly exposed the swell of the butt plug, her tugging finally releasing it. Jenna squirted some more lube onto it, and pressed it back in place, making poor Nikki's hole stretch wide, before the body of the plug disappeared.
She tossed me the lube. "Get ready," she teased, working Nikki's loosening ass with the toy. Jenna pulled it free, and seemed satisfied at how the dilated hole beckoned. "All yours, handsome."
For the second time in as many days, I fucked a woman's ass. In Nikki's case, it was the virgin experience that Lacey had first promised then cheated me out of. It took a fair bit of work to get my cock in Nikki's backdoor, but she was patient with me, and before long seemed to be enjoying the experience. Once again Jenna made sure the event was captured on video and camera.
When my lust was sated, and my cream was dribbling out of Nikki's ass, I laid down beside her, exhausted. Nikki seemed a bit embarrassed after the fact. I took her in my arms, and thanked her profusely. Jenna started shutting down her makeshift studio, while I joined her roommate in the shower.
I thought I was done for the evening, bu Jenna proved me wrong, making slow, sweet love to me, before settling in for the night.
"Biggest slut in the world?" I teased her, while cuddling.
She elbowed me. "You didn't like it?"
"I loved it," I confessed. "I was an idiot not doing this sooner."
She kissed me softly. "Yes you were. We have a lot of missed opportunities to make up for."
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17 | 8 Days | damonX | Anal | 2010-03-15 | 2010-03-15 | 2022-01-08 09:36:40 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/8-days | An engaged couple make a deal to "see other people." | ['Rimming', 'Swinging', 'Voyeur', 'Wedding'] | 4.19 | I sat with my feet up, flipping through random television channels as I repeatedly glanced at the clock on the wall. Although I fully trusted my fiancé, I knew how crazy bachelorette parties could get. Even so, it wasn't Lacey's behaviour that I was concerned about. I was far more worried about how my friend Jenna was fitting in with my girlfriend and her comparatively snooty friends. As a favour to me, Lacey had involved her in her pre-wedding festivities and made her a bridesmaid, albeit after a fair bit of convincing on my part.
Although Jenna and I had been friends long before I met Lacey, my girlfriend had always treated her with an unfair amount contempt. I sensed that jealousy was a motivating factor, although Lacey would never admit it. Jenna had made no secret of how she felt about my fiancé either, constantly referring to her affectionately as 'Barbie.' I had hoped that by convincing them to spend some time together, that some of the animosity might melt away before the wedding.
The knock that came at the door soon dashed those hopes.
Before I could say 'come in' the front door swung open and Jenna stormed in, her face flushed red with obvious discontent. I stared wide eyed as she strode across the floor and whipped her purse into the sofa with an aggression I had never before witnessed.
"Fucking cunt!" she cursed through gritted teeth as she paced across the floor in front of me.
I sucked in a long breath and winced in disappointment.
"Did you have fun?" I asked, cautiously, although I obviously knew the answer.
"No I did not have fun!" she fumed. "That was the worst night of my life."
"Whoa, there," I said, trying to calm my friend down as she continued to pace. "Why don't you have a seat and tell me what happened."
"Nothing happened," she explained, throwing her arms out with exasperation. "She was just her usually bitchy self. That's all."
"Come on. It couldn't have been that bad."
Jenna sat down on the couch and leaned back, slapping her hands into the cushions. I started to feel bad for even pressuring her into attending the bachelorette party. I should have known. The two girls were simply too different to get along. Jenna was a former tom-boy with a unique style and a staunch distaste for all things that she considered trendy. She had had a difficult childhood that forced her to develop a very independent personality and a severe distrust of authority. She worked as a photographer and had a very insightful way of looking at the world. I had never met a girl quite like her before, and I assumed I never would again. Sometimes we would just lie out on the roof of her old Mercury Cougar and stare at the stars, sharing a bottle of Jack Daniels as we talked about ridiculous topics like 'who would win in a fight between Bert and Ernie'.
From day one, Jenna had disliked Lacey, resenting my fiancé's privileged upbringing. In fact, she represented everything Jenna hated, referring to her as a 'blonde bimbo' or a 'pampered princess'. Lacey, likewise resented the time that the two of us spent together. Although most people would not even compare Jenna to Lacey in terms of looks, my friend did possess a certain sexy quality that could be considered quite attractive. Her body was thin, although she could eat anything she wanted without gaining pound. Her breasts were relatively small in size, a fact that Lacey continually liked to bring up behind her back, although Jenna didn't seem to care at all. She had a cute little pointy nose and thin lips that were often curled up on one side into an adorable smirk. Her hair was straight and brown, somewhat unremarkable unless she decided at the spur of the moment to dye it purple or green as she sometimes was prone to do. Her almond shaped eyes her deep and brown, often outlined with dark liner or blue eyeshadow depending on her mood. Her style of dress was as varied as her personality. One day she would appear in a pair of low riding army fatigues and tank top, the next in a black leather skirt and fishnet stockings. She had a sharp wit and a mouth like a sailor, especially when she was drinking.
"Fucking cunt!"
I sat back and waited for Jenna's temper to subside before attempting to converse once again. Gradually, she calmed down enough for me to try again. Before I could speak however, she turned to me with a look of stern resolve.
"Are you seriously going to marry that bitch?"
I might have been offended by her comments, but after months of being caught between the two women, I had grown a remarkably thick skin.
"Yes," I responded calmly. "I am going to marry...her."
"Damon," she pleaded, reaching out to grab my hand. "She is not the one for you."
I tried to smile in order to lighten the mood, but Jenna's penetrating eyes locked on mine with an intense stare that seemed to freeze my face in a blank, confused expression.
"Look, Jenna," I began, shifted to face her. "I know you don't like her but..."
"It's not just that," she snapped, cutting me off abruptly. "You should see how she acts when you're not around. You should have seen her tonight!"
"It was her bachelorette party," I explained, in an attempt to rationalize my fiancé's supposed behaviour. "I'm sure she..."
"Damon!"
The intensity of her voice stopped me cold.
"She just...doesn't," she continued, her tone softening. "...appreciate you."
I looked down at my hand, which Jenna was now lightly stroking, and raised an eyebrow with slight confusion.
"Whoa," I blurted out, pulling my arm back with surprise. "Are you telling me...what I think you're telling me?"
Jenna's lip curled up into the smile that I always found so adorable.
"I...I don't know..." she stammered, her voice now quiet and passive. "I've just been thinking about thing a lot lately...and..."
I just stared as I awaited her explanation.
"Well...have you ever thought about...ya know...us?"
I laughed and shook my head with amazement.
"Does it matter?" I asked. "I mean come on Jenna. I'm getting married in eight days."
Before she could say another word, we both became aware of the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.
"Well," she said promptly as she snatched up her purse. "That's my cue."
As much as I would have liked to continue our conversation, I knew that it probably wouldn't be a good idea for her to stick around when Lacey walked through the door. I sat back as Jenna stood up and headed for the door. Without another word, she slipped out just as my girlfriend walked in. I cringed as they passed each other without so much as a word.
"What was that little skank doing here?" Lacey, asked in a demanding tone as she slammed the door behind her.
"Oh, hi Hon," I greeted cheerfully, hopping up from my seat as she walked in and set her purse on the kitchen counter. "How was the...?"
"What..." she snapped again, holding her hand up in an authoritarian manner. "...was she doing here?"
"She just dropped by to say hi," I explained, leaning in to give Lacey a friendly kiss.
"Yeah, I bet," she muttered dismissively, kicking off her tall black heels. "Did she tell you how she freaked out and tried to ruin my bachelorette party?"
I shook my head as I walked back in and sat down in the living room, running my hand across my face in dread of the upcoming conversation I knew was going to take place.
"Oh my god!" she began, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and following me out of the kitchen. "She is such a little bitch. Okay, so we were at the strippers and she was being all bitchy and sullen...you know...like she usually is. And then Stacy made one little comment about her clothes and Jenna just freaked out! She made a huge scene and stormed out. It was sooo embarrassing."
I pursed my lips together and listened, remaining silent. I wasn't going to argue, but I knew that there was more to the story than Lacey was telling. I knew how her friends could be, and I knew what it took to get Jenna angry. I was definitely in no mood for an argument though, so I kept my mouth shut.
"That's it," she continued, waving her hand in the air. "She is not coming to our wedding!"
I took a deep breath.
"Lace," I began, dreading the turn of the conversation. "We've discussed this already. She's..."
"You know she's in love with you, right?"
Her statement caught me off guard and I stammered as I tried to figure out what to say.
"What...are...I mean..."
"Oh stop it!" she said, taking a drink of water. "You have to have noticed by now."
I dismissed the notion with a wave of my hand before changing the subject. We talked for a while longer...or should I say, Lacey talked for a while, and I listened.
As she continued ranting, I sat back and watched, barely hearing the words coming out of her mouth. I then realized just how opposite the two main women in my life were. Lacey was, in a word, beautiful. She was the typical ideal most commonly prized by the superficial male. She always reminded me of the antagonist in one of those high school romantic comedies. With blonde hair and big blue eyes, it was easy to see how Jenna could refer to her as 'Barbie." In contrary to Jenna's carefree attitude, my fiancé was the definition of high maintenance. Her hair and makeup were always impeccable, even when she went to the gym. Coming from a reasonably rich family, she had never really had to work, preferring a daily regime of tanning, waxing, trips to the salon and whatever else she felt like she needed in order to maintain her flawless appearance. She had soft, round features with full, thick lips. In fact, those were my absolute favourite physical feature of hers. Soft and pouty, she had often been accused of injecting collagen into them, although as far as I knew, they were completely natural. Her breasts were full, ample and always on display. I got the impression that she had always relied on them to get her way with people. I think that was part of the reason she was always so quick to belittle Jenna's comparatively diminutive chest. Her penchant for cleavage- revealing outfits and provocative dresses had often attracted unwanted attention from male suitors, landing me in more than one uncomfortable situation.
Her weight tended to fluctuate greatly, and always caused her a significant amount of distress. Border lining obsession, Lacey weighed herself several times daily and constantly fretted over every pound she gained or lost. With our wedding fast approaching, she had doubled her efforts, enlisting the help of a personal trainer for daily sessions at our local gym. I for one loved her soft, curvy physique regardless of her weight. I even joked about how she looked like she had the face of Andi Anderson and the body of Alexis Texas, two of my favourite porn stars.
Unlike, Jenna's carefree, artistic demeanour, Lacey was driven and ambitious. She was used to getting her own way and usually knew how to get it. She could be the sweetest girl in the world, or she could be one's worst enemy. I always thought she would make a great business woman or lawyer if she could actually stay focused on one thing for more than a day. She had currently been working as a pharmaceutical rep, although she had recently taken time off to plan our wedding and honeymoon.
As Lacey grew tired of ranting, she headed to the bathroom to have a shower while I went to bed. I was hoping to avoid any further conversation about Jenna by getting to sleep, but I found myself unable before she joined me in bed.
"So how were the strippers?" I asked, as she climbed into bed beside me.
"I...liked them," she said with a smile as she snuggled up next to me.
"Yeah? Did you get a private dance?"
"Maybe..." she answered cryptically with a mischievious look on her face that actually concerned me.
I was about to question her further, when she spoke again.
"Actually," she began in a tone that tuned my concern to worry. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about."
"O...kay," I uttered suspiciously as Lacey avoided eye contact by watching her own finger lightly stroke along my chest.
"Well, have you ever thought about...," she began before pausing slightly as if picking the right words to use. "...the fact that I'm going to be the only one that you'll ever have sex with for the rest of your life?"
I was taken aback be by my fiancé's query. I took a moment as I sat there stunned, before she looked up into my eyes.
"Uhhh," I stammered, as she batted her eyes and waited for my response. "Maybe...I guess."
"And that doesn't bother you?"
"Okay, look," I said bluntly in an attempt at easing her worries. "I'm not going to cheat on you. You don't have to worry."
"Yeah, I know," she continued, something still obviously on her mind. "But...do you ever feel like there's still something...you'd like to try?"
"Like to try?"
"Uh huh. Like...sexually."
"Like a cheerleader or an Asian girl?" I joked, lightening the mood with a slight smile.
I expected Lacey to laugh, but she just shrugged.
"Sure," she said. "If that's what you would like to still try."
"Okay, wait a sec here," I blurted out, sitting up straight in bed. "Are you offering me...what I think you are?"
"Well...," she said, sitting up as well. "I think it might actually be a good idea for us to use our last single days to...,"
"Whoa!" I said, cutting her off with a raised hand. "You want to fuck some other guy? A week before our wedding?"
"Just listen and let me explain," she returned, squirming into a kneeling position. "We have eight days left of being single. I for one, haven't really been with that many guys. I just kind of want...to see what else is out there?"
"What else is out there?" I exclaimed with exasperation. "You're twenty eight years old! You've had plenty of chances to see what else is out there."
"Yeah, but..." she pleaded, growing more desperate by the second. "I really haven't been with that many guys. I mean...you've been with a lot more people than I have."
"So, is that what this is about?" I asked. "You want to catch up with me?"
"Nooooo," she whined, her brow furrowing with growing disappointment. "I've always been the kind of girl to be in a relationship. I've never had the chance to just...have fun."
"So you want to use the next week to a slut?"
"Look," she said, trying to stay calm. "I might not even do anything. I just want one week to be single before I marry you for the rest of my life. Is that really too much to ask? Most guys would jump at the chance to screw as many girls as they want!"
I paused for a moment as I tried to process the information. It was true, I had been focusing on Lacey and not the fun that I could be having for the next eight days.
"No..." I said after a long pause. "Nice try. It's going to be a hell of lot harder for me to get laid than you."
"Well," she said softly, her voice taking on a sensual, seductive tone as she ran her fingers up my chest. "What if I...sweetened the pot?"
I looked down into her soft blue eyes as she smiled back at me.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked, growing intrigued by her sensual mannerisms.
"Well...," she continued, biting her lip as she paused for an agonizing moment. "What if on our honeymoon...I let you do...anything you want to me?"
As she spoke, her soft lips touched my shoulder, gradually working their way up to my neck.
"Anything?" I asked, taking a deep breath as I felt her warm breath in my ear. "Even...?"
"Uh huh," she purred, biting down gently on my earlobe. "You can fuck...my...tight...little...virgin...ass."
I could feel the blood surging into my dick as the words left her lips. I have often brought up the subject of anal sex, but Lacey had always vehemently refused. She had always been a little conservative in the bedroom, so the thought of doing whatever I wanted to her was a tempting one indeed.
"Just think..." she continued, running her foot up my leg as she pressed her crotch into my body and reached back to graze her fingers in tantalizing fashion over her luscious, curvy ass. "Me in my little white wedding lingerie...looking so pure and innocent...on my hands and knees just waiting...waiting for you to take me...and violate me...to use my tight...little...asshole."
"Okay!" I blurted out, before I could think about what I was agreeing to. "Let's do it."
No sooner had the words left my mouth, than Lacey's seductive visage melted away before a broad, beaming smile. She threw her arms around me and pressed her lips into mine with an enthusiasm I had rarely witnessed since we had first started dating.
"This is going to be great!" she exclaimed in between ravenous kisses. "You won't regret it!"
"I think I already do," I said with a groan, as Lacey tried to lighten my spirits with more amorous behaviour.
"It'll be good," she promised. "You'll see."
I nodded and tried not to think about what my fiancé would be doing over the next week. After all, how bad could it be?
"Oh," she said suddenly as if just remembering something. "There's just one rule."
"What's that?" I asked casually.
"You can't fuck Jenna."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
When I awoke the next morning, Lacey was already up. I could hear her singing to herself as she skipped through the house.
At first I wondered why she was so happy, but then it dawned on me and I remembered what I had agreed to the following night. I groaned and pulled the covers back over my head. Twenty minutes later, I hauled myself out of bed just Lacey was heading out the door.
"Where are you going?" I asked, scratching my head as she flitted by, twirling her car keys on her finger.
"I'm meeting with Stacy for brunch and then we're going to pick up my dress."
Lacey had insisted on planning the entire wedding. She tended to be a bit of a control freak about things like that and I was happy to hand over the reins. It had actually been stressing her out quite a bit though, so I was happy to see her a little bit more relaxed.
"I'll be back this afternoon," she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before skipping out the door.
"Whatever," I muttered to myself bitterly as the door slammed shut. "Try not to suck any dicks on the way to the restaurant."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"What are you fucking crazy!!"
"Keep your voice down," I said in a hushed tone as stirred my coffee, staring down into the creamy brown, liquid as it swirled around in the small white cup.
Cale just stared at me dumbfounded from across the table as he shook his head in disbelief.
"Please tell me you're kidding," he pushed, slapping his hand down as the dishes rattled from the force.
"Nope."
"What are you fucking crazy?" he reiterated, louder than before.
I cast my friend a chiding gaze as other customers in the diner were beginning to take notice.
"I'm sorry," he stammered, holding his hands up in apology. "I just can't believe you agreed to that."
"It won't be so bad," I muttered, raising the cup to my lips and taking a sip. "I get to sleep around too."
Cale lowered his head and stared at me as his mouth dropped open.
"Dude," he said simply as if that one word was enough to prove his point. "You're not a bad looking guy, but come on...Let's face it."
"What?" I asked, not looking up from my coffee.
"Do you have any fucking idea how hot your girlfriend is!" he exclaimed, once again drawing the attention of several of the other customers. "She's ridiculously hot! She could get laid every minute of every day until your wedding! She's probably got some guy's dick inside her right now!"
"Alright, alright!" I stated with annoyance. "I know. I don't need you to tell me that. I'm trying not to think about it."
"Okay," he continued, his tone shifting to one of positivity. "You know what. Let's make the best of this. Tonight's your bachelor party, and it's going to be epic!"
"Sure, sure," I agreed, although I had a hard time getting excited.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"So when are you going out?" Lacey asked as I stood in front of the mirror, applying the last finishing touches to my hair.
"Cale should be here any minute to pick me up," I explained as she watched me from the bathroom door with vested interest.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"I have no idea," I replied truthfully as I gave myself a final look before flipping off the light. "It's supposed to be a surprise."
"Oh," she said, sounding somewhat disappointed. "Well...when do you think you'll be back?"
"Probably pretty late."
I walked into the kitchen, grabbing my keys off the counter before sliding open one of the drawers.
"Hey Lace!" I called out, rummaging through the drawer. "Do you have any gum?"
"Umm, yeah, I think so," she called back from the bedroom. "Check my purse."
I located my fiancé's purse and began rifling through, searching for a pack of gum when I found something that caught my eye. I closed my fingers around it and pulled out a white business card with what seemed to be a picture of a naked man on the front. I quickly realized that it was from the strip club that Lacey had been to the night before. I dropped it back into the cluttered handbag, but as the card fell, it flipped over to reveal something else that caught my eye. On the back of the card was the name "Brett" with what plainly appeared to be a phone number. I held the small paper card in my hand for a moment as my mind processed what I had just discovered.
"Did you find it?"
I dropped the card back into the Lacey's purse as soon as I heard my girlfriend's voice re-emerge from the bedroom.
"Uh...yeah, I...got it. Thanks."
As I turned to see Lacey make her way into the living room and slump down on the couch in front of the TV, I watched her to look for any sign that she may have made plans. She was wearing a pair of pink sweatpants and hoodie, with her hair tied back in a pony tail. For the first time since as long as I could remember, she wasn't even wearing makeup.
"Do...you have any plans tonight?" I asked, pacing slowly as I waited for my friend's arrival.
"Nope," she answered. "I'm just going to stay in and watch a movie."
Before I could ask another question, the blaring of a car horn sounded out over the noise of the TV. I said goodbye, and headed out the door, eager to begin my bachelor party.
My bachelor party turned out to be, in a word, a disaster. After picking up a couple friends we headed to a lounge for a few drinks, where Cale got into a fight one of the other patrons. After getting kicked out, we went to a strip club, where we my friends had reserved a VIP room. The dancers assigned to our little room were not the most attractive however, making the whole experience somewhat unpleasant. We decided to cut our losses and head to a nightclub, where Cale insisted I could make good on my fiancé's agreement. On route we ran into a police roadblock, throwing yet another monkey wrench into our plans. Even though Cale came in under the limit when subjected to the breathalyser, the police saw fit to issue a twenty-four hour suspension and the car was towed. A couple of the guys insisted on continuing the night, but by then I was cold sober and just wanted to go home. We said our goodbyes and I began the thirty minute walk back to my house.
After the lengthy walk, I strolled down my street, my feet burning from the dress shoes I had chosen to wear. As I neared the house Lacey and I rented however, I noticed a little red sports car in the driveway. My heart dropped immediately and I froze in place as I studied the vehicle for any sign of recognition. Although I secretly hoped that it belonged to one of Lacey's friends, I didn't recognize it at all. My thoughts kept coming back to that business card in her purse as I cautiously made my way towards the house.
As I came up to the car, I began to look for any sign that would tell me who it belonged to. Aside from a gym bag in the back seat however, the vehicle was spotless. Continuing on my way, I opted not to go through the front door, instead choosing to go around back. As I stepped around to the side of the house, I noticed that the small window looking down into our bedroom was open and the light was on. For safety reasons, the window was able to open only a few inches but we usually kept it closed. Lacey liked to have it open during the night, because our bedroom tended to get quite hot.
Slowly I crept towards the small window as my heart began to race. As I drew near, I took one final deep breath before crouching down and peering through the screen down into our bedroom.
Then I felt my heart drop.
Seated on my bed with his back to me was a naked man. He was leaning back, supported by his arms as if waiting for something. I couldn't see his face but his body looked extremely tanned and muscular, with short dark hair and a tattoo across his shoulders. My girlfriend was nowhere to be seen, but I did notice two half empty wine glasses seated on the bedside table. As I continued to watch with interest, he turned his head to look at something, giving me a partial view of his face. I recognized him from the picture on the business card in Lacey's purse.
"Brett," I muttered to myself in disgust.
I was beginning to wonder where my fiancé was when I heard her whimsical voice call out from another room.
"Ready?"
I settled down into a more comfortable position as I continued to watch with interest. A few seconds later, Lacey appeared in the bedroom doorway, dressed only in a pair of thigh high, black sheer stockings.
"Is this what you like?" she asked the man on the bed as she assumed a provocative pose in display of her naked body and sexy leg-wear.
"Uh huh," he answered simply as he raised his hand and motioned her to come closer.
Lacey smiled and dropped to her hands and knees, crawling across the bedroom floor like a cat with a wide, beaming smile plastered across her beautiful face.
"Lie down," she suggested as she neared the naked man, looking up into his eyes with a look of pure, animalistic lust.
Brett did as she said, lying back on the bed as my girlfriend admired his tanned, hairless body. It was then that I realized Lacey's reasoning for suggesting our little "deal." She had already set up her clandestine rendezvous, prior to suggesting it to me! I seethed with anger, but remained quiet as I watched events unfold.
Lacey promptly joined him on the bed, flipping a leg over his head to settle her pussy down onto his face in a sexy sixty nine position. Her perfect face flashed with sensuality as she felt his lips between her legs and she lowered herself down to his waiting cock. I swallowed hard as I took in the unbearable sight of another man's dick in my fiancé's mouth as her soft, pouty lips slid down his thick shaft. I looked down to see Brett's face buried in between her thighs, his mouth sucking at her hairless pussy as she encouraged him with appreciative, lusty moans. Her head dipped and dove on his upwards pointing cock as her soft, gorgeous lips travelled the length of his shaft.
"Oh yeah," he gasped, sucking at her rosy lips, moaning into her hole as she rode his face.
The bobbing of Lacey's head produced a wet, slurping sound as she purred around his girth. Brett then reached down and placed his palm at the back of her head, urging her to take him deeper as he began pumping upwards into her open mouth. Gasping with pleasure, she lifted her lips from his cock, stroking his shaft as she let a thick droplet of saliva drip down onto her pumping fist.
"Mmmm, I love your cock," she moaned as she stroked him, gazing with admiration at his long, wet pole. "I want it inside me."
Lacey lifted her dripping pussy off his face, leaving his smiling visage glazed with her juices as she crawled down his naked body. Switching positions, she turned to face him as she hovered over his dick, reaching down to lift it upwards to meet her descending hole.
"Oooooh, yessssss," she exclaimed, her voice dripping with sluttiness as her body came to rest on his, with his long, hard cock planted deep inside her.
Pangs of jealously wracked my body as I watched my future wife ride the male stripper's naked, chiselled body. Brett's hands continued to explore her body, groping wantonly at her large, heaving breasts as she bounced atop his dick.
"Do you like fucking that little wet pussy?" she asked, gazing down into his face.
Her filthy words surprised me, as Lacey had never been a fan of dirty talk.
"I fucking love it," he replied, his hand dropping down to guide her hips along his shaft. "And I love fucking you in your boyfriend's bed."
"Ohhh, you're a dirty boy," she squealed, leaning back to fit more of his cock inside her. "Does that turn you on? You like fucking me in my fiancé's bed?"
"Yes," he gasped, his hands clutching her hips forcefully as he added a few upward thrusts into her writhing body.
"Mmmm," she purred. "It turns me on too. It makes me feel like such a dirty little slut."
Brett smiled.
"You like being a dirty little slut?"
"Yes! I love it. I want to be your dirty little slut!"
My mouth dropped open in amazement as I listened to Lacey's continual barrage of filthy comments. I had used the word "slut" once during sex and I had ended up sleeping on the couch.
"Make me your dirty whore," she continued, her nails clawing at his chest. "Do whatever you want to me!"
"You want me to do whatever I want to you?" Brett clarified, his face lightening with optimistic excitement.
"Yes! I want you to use me! I want you to own me!"
Brett grabbed her thick, curvy ass and raised his torso off the bed before flipping Lacey onto her back, his cock still firmly buried inside her insatiable pussy. With her legs spread wide, he pounded his dick into her with forceful, plunging thrusts as she howled with enjoyment. His muscular ass flexed with every descent, filling my girlfriend's hungry hole with the entire length of his shaft.
After a few more minutes of savage fucking, Brett pulled his wet cock out of my fiancé and backed up off of the bed.
"Come here," he ordered, reaching down to grab her hair as he urged her back up onto her hands and knees.
Relishing in the rough treatment, Lacey obediently complied, perching herself at the edge of the bed as Brett rested a hand at the back of her head and guided his swaying cock towards her waiting face. She reached up and grabbed the base of his shaft as she looked up lovingly into his eyes, her tongue swirling around his bulbous head. As she bathed his tip with soft wet licks, she smiled warmly before sucking him deep into her welcoming mouth. Brett moaned with bliss as he held her head in place and began gently pumping his hips, her cheeks bulging with every rhythmic thrust as he sent his dick sliding into her mouth.
Giving herself over to him, my girlfriend closed her eyes in passive enjoyment as she allowed him to use her open mouth for his personal pleasure. As his length disappeared past her lips, he butted into the back of her throat, Lacey struggling not to gag from the sensation. He then withdrew his cock from my fiancé's gaping maw and I could see a thin line of spittle glisten in the lamplight as it stretched between her lips and his dick. He allowed her a quick breath before pushing back into her gasping mouth, drool leaking lewdly from around his thrusting shaft, dribbling down her chin as he proceeded to fuck her face.
Again, I was surprised. Lacey had always shown a sensitive distaste for oral sex, but there she was on her hands and knees as Brett obscenely pleasured himself between her open lips.
Lacey pulled back, panting as sticky strands of spittle dangled from her parted lips. Rising up, she allowed him to grasp her hair and pull her face to his in a wet, lustful kiss as she reached desperately for his cock. As she wrapped her hand around his shaft, she stroked his dick with her engagement ring sparkling in the dim light. My girlfriend then fed his fat cock back into the back of her throat as he reached down her body to test the firmness of her supple ass with frantic gropes. Brett then slid his hand down in between her fleshy cheeks, wetting his finger in her pussy before stroking it back up over her exposed asshole. Lacey moaned as she felt his probing finger slide easily into her tiny hole, hooking her and pulling her back onto his dick.
"I hope you know I'm going to fuck this tight little ass of yours," he commented, smiling as his meaty finger dug deeply into her tightening star.
I froze as I waited for my fiancé to refute his claim. As his dick slipped from her dripping wet lips, she looked up into his face with naughty grin.
"I told you that you can do whatever you want to me."
My blood boiled with anger as I continued to watch my future wife submit to Brett's every whim. Her virgin ass, long denied to me, was now offered to some sleazy stripper as he smiled down with smug satisfaction.
"Turn around," he ordered, giving her a firm slap on the ass. "I want to fuck you from behind."
Lacey immediately spun around and crawled towards the center before arching her back in presentation of her lusciously curvaceous backside. Brett crawled up behind her and planted his face into her exposed pussy as she let out periodic moans of encouragement. With her mouth open in silent pleasure, she lowered her face to the mattress as her honey blonde hair fell across her tightly closed eyes.
"Fuck me!" she begged, as he rose up behind her. "Fuck me from behind like a dirty little whore."
Rising up to a quadruped position, Lacey swept her hair from her face as she prepped herself for the impending penetration. She then pressed her teeth down atop her bottom lip, taking a deep breath in through her nose as his dick parted her soft folds. Then he was inside her. My girlfriend moaned with satisfaction as his cock filled her tight pussy and immediately increased his pace as he fucked her from behind.
"Yeah. Give me that fucking dick!" she ordered in between blissful pants.
With every slap of his thighs against her rippling ass, her arousal visibly increased until her face became a mask of unbridled ecstasy. Lacey's cumbersome backside wiggled with his rhythmic thrusting as she groaned blissfully in response.
"Yes," she exclaimed as she tossed her head back. "Keep fucking me like that!"
She then clamped her lips shut in an expression of aggressive emotion as she bobbed her ass back on his dick. Brett reached out and grabbed her roughly by the hair, forcing her downward as he slammed into her pussy with authoritarian fervour. Her body lurched with every thrust, the bed shaking as he pinned face against the mattress. His thick cock continued plunging in and out, jostling her ample ass with each and every stroke until she became pinned flat against the bed. With his legs straddling hers, she writhed into the sheets, her body shuddering from the barrage of short, quick thrusts.
As Brett paused to take a much needed breath, he pulled out and rolled Lacey onto her side, folding her top leg up against her stomach before sliding back inside her. She looked back at him, watching his face with interest as she lightly stroked her finger over her virgin asshole.
"Yeah, stick your finger up your ass," he ordered, pumping his thick cock into her pussy with lack of restraint.
Lacey smiled and pushed her tip past her muscular ring as he watched the lewd spectacle with increasing obsession.
"Is this what you like?" she asked softly, sinking her tiny finger right into her tight little asshole.
"Yes," he groaned in response, leaning low to kiss her with his dick planted deep inside her as she purred with delight.
"Do you want this ass?" she asked with an inviting, sensual tone. "I want you to take it. Take my virgin asshole."
Brett pulled his dick back out of her soaking wet hole and stroked himself as Lacey pulled her top cheek upwards in obscene invitation, offering her orifice to his throbbing cock. My gaze was locked on my fiancé's much coveted hole as another man prepared to take her anal virginity in plain view of my prying eyes. Her eyes then closed and her mouth opened, panting with pleasure as his cock pierced her tiny star and proceeded to sink inside her supple ass. Inch by inch, his glistening pole disappeared into my girlfriend's squirming body.
Not wasting any time, he then laid his hands upon her large, fleshy cheek and pumped his hips back and forth, sending his cock deep into Lacey's ass with each increasing stroke.
"Fuck yes," she urged with wanton desperation. "Take it. Take my fucking ass!"
Her hands clawed at the bed sheets with lustful agony as he continued to pleasure himself in my girlfriend's virgin asshole.
"You like that, you dirty little bitch?" Brett hissed, violating her most private hole with unabashed enthusiasm. "You like my fucking cock up your ass?"
"Yessss," she squealed, urging him onward with her salacious panting taunts. "I love it. Make me your bitch! I'm so fucking dirty!"
From my vantage point I could see my fiancé's tiny hole tightly hugging his plunging rod as he ravaged her with complete lack of regard. Harder and harder, he fucked her as my eyes widened with astonishment. I fully expected her to beg him to slow down, but instead she prodded him to increase his efforts.
"Slap me!" she ordered, gritting her teeth with intensity. "Slap my face while you fuck my ass!"
"SLAP!"
I flinched as Brett's open hand struck my future wife across the cheek. Again, without question he hit her as her eyes glazed over with a lustful intensity I had never before witnessed.
"Who's ass is this?" he asked, grabbing her roughly around the front of the neck as his dick continued to plumb her depths with deep, ravaging strokes.
"Yours!" Lacey gasped as his grip tightened around her throat. "It's your ass!"
"That's right," he agreed, watching with pleasure as her face turned red from lack of oxygen. "And I can have it whenever I want!"
"Yes!" she agreed emphatically as he released his grip on her neck and grabbed her hair, sinking his cock inside her asshole with a particularly forceful thrust. "You own my ass! Take it! Use me! Use my fucking asshole!"
Taken aback by the depravity of my girlfriend's filthy language, I continued to stare wide eyed as Brett subjected her sensitive orifice to a continual barrage of lust driven thrusts, while she screamed and begged for more.
"Are you going to cum in my slutty little ass?" she moaned, her urgent voice broken by ecstatic pants.
"Do you want me to?" Brett shot back as his body began to tense.
"Yes!" she begged. "I want it! I want your cum inside me!"
His strokes grew more frantic as his face took on an appearance of intense concentration. I knew what was going to happen. He was going to cum in my fiancé's ass.
"Ughhh," he groaned as his hips lurched forward hammering Lacey's butt with three short, quick thrusts as she tossed her head back with satisfied pleasure, feeling his hot cum flooding the inside of her freshly reamed hole.
Brett gave her a few more slow, wet strokes as his creamy white fluids began to seep out from around his withdrawing cock. As he slipped free, his dick swung down between his legs, followed by a trickle of warm fluid that dribbled out of Lacey's asshole down her luscious cheek and onto the bed.
I stood up and staggered backwards, overwhelmed by the slutty scene I had just witnessed. My mind was a confused mixture of jealousy and arousal. I felt betrayed, but also angry at myself for not seeing this coming when I had agreed to Lacey's deal. She had given her ass to another man. A sexual act she had promised to me in return for allowing her one final week of freedom. I was fuming with anger and dying to get even in some way.
And I knew just how to do it.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Damon?"
Jenna held the door open before me with a surprised expression as I stood in the hallway outside her apartment. She looked as though she was just about to go to bed, dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black tank top with her hair tied back in a ponytail.
"What are you doing h...,"
Her words were cut off as I stepped forward to kiss her, awkwardly pressing my lips to hers as she stumbled back with astonishment.
"Okay," she said, holding her arms up before her. "What the hell is going on?"
"I think we should fuck," I stated plainly, stepping into the apartment and closing the door behind me.
Jenna just stood there wide eyed as I awaited her response.
"You think we should...?"
"Fuck."
"Fuck?"
"Yes."
"What about princess Lacey?" she asked snidely, placing her hands on her hips.
"Forget about her. Do you want to do this or not?"
"Wow. You really know how to charm a girl huh?"
My angry expression softened as my friend looked up at me with her adorable smile. I took a deep breath, removed my jacket and began to explain the situation. We both sat down in the living room and had a drink as I told the entire story. At first, Jenna was surprised and perhaps a bit offended. But, as I expected, she soon jumped at the chance to help me get back at her arch nemesis.
"What a fucking bitch!" Jenna exclaimed after hearing my woeful tale. "I always knew she was a heartless cunt, but I never thought she would do something like that."
"Well, I did agree to the...,"
"Stop it right there!" she said with wave of her hand. "Stop sticking up for her."
I smiled and sat back in a relaxed pose as Jenna stood up in front of me.
"I'm in," she said adamantly.
"What do you mean you're in?" I asked, perplexed as her lip curled into her usual smile.
"I'm going to help you," she explained. "I'm going to give you the best sex you're ever had. When I'm finished with you, you won't even remember that bitch or her stripper boyfriend."
I smiled as she stepped towards me, a mischievious glint in her dark, sexy eyes. Before I knew what was happening, she dropped to her knees before me and reached for my flye. She unzipped my pants and immediately began to wrestle with them as I raised my hips in assistance. Pulling them off, she reached for my underwear as I took the liberty of removing my shirt.
"I've been wanting to do this for such a long time," she uttered, tossing my boxers aside as she knelt before my naked body. "Just sit back and relax."
I took a deep breath as my best friend reached out with her delicate hand and took a hold of my dick, gripping it gently as it began to grow to life under her touch. With one more look up into my eyes, she lowered her head into my lap and flicked her little pink tongue out to tease my tip with short, nimble licks before wrapping her lips around my head. I moaned as Jenna slipped her lips down further, her tongue swirling around as she descended on my growing pole. As her hand began to pump up and down, her mouth complimented her stroking by bobbing back and forth, taking me deeper with each plunge.
"You're really good at this," I gasped, overwhelmed by my friend's oral talents.
Jenna's eyes drifted upwards, flashing me an appreciative glance before lowering her face and pressing her warm tongue into my balls. Her hand continued to stroke my wet shaft as she lapped at them with soft, moist licks and then sucked them into her pretty mouth. I shifted in my seat as she cradled my sac with her mouth, wetting it thoroughly before letting pop free with a playful smile.
"Do you like having your balls licked?" she asked, her small fist pumping up and down along my shaft.
I nodded.
"What else do you like?" she asked, dipping the tip of her tongue into the end of my dick, tasting the dewy droplet of precum that had formed there.
"Everything," I moaned, as she smiled and ran her tongue back down my rigid pole.
Urging me to slide forward, she then dropped lower, sucking at my balls once again before sliding her tongue underneath to tease the small sensitive patch of skin below. I moaned with encouragement as Jenna continued to explore my body with her busy lips. I could feel her little wet tongue lashing out under my balls as she prompted me to lift my legs and slide further still towards the edge of the sofa.
"Yes...," I muttered with eyes closed as Jenna's tongue touched my asshole for the first time.
Encouraged by my gasping response, she circled my tight little ring with slow, gliding licks before planting a soft kiss right on my ass. The sensation was incredible and I could barely withhold my enthusiasm as she purred into my hole, stabbing it with soft, lustful jabs.
"You like that?" she asked, licking her thumb and massaging it into my ass as she smiled up into my bewildered face with a look of sensual intensity.
"Fuck yes!" I gasped, placing my hand at the back her head and gently guiding her smiling face back into my ass.
Jenna let out a giggle that soon became muffled as she resumed tonguing my hole with pleasing, wet licks. For the next few minutes she alternated between my ass, balls and dick, treating me to the most mind blowing oral experience I had ever had. At one point, she ever probed my tight little asshole with her finger as she clamped her lips down around my swollen head and pumped my shaft with furious intent. I could feel my climax approaching, but closed my eyes in an attempt at holding off in order to prolong the indescribable pleasure. Slipping her finger from my ass, she quickly replaced it with her tongue, stabbing it in as far as she could before bobbing her head back and forth. Overcome with desire, I grabbed my cock and began to stroke myself as Jenna tongue fucked my asshole, her hands pushing my legs up as far as she could. Faster and faster, my hand pumped, causing my aching balls to bounce against her face as her little wet tongue probed with unabashed intent. As I reached the point of no return, my body convulsed and my asshole clenched as a fountain of creamy, white cum erupted from my dick, arcing into the air before splashing down onto my hand. As I kept stroking and contracting, the hot fluid flowed down over my knuckles, forming an alabaster rivulet that dripped down over my ass. Jenna's tongue lapped at the jism as it trickled over my asshole, catching all she could with her hungry little mouth before running her tongue up over my balls. My shaking hand remained clutching my pulsing cock as she kissed and licked my fingers, sucking up any stray drops she found there.
"We should go to the bedroom," she suggested, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Nikki will be home soon. "
I agreed and immediately began to gather up my clothes as Jenna skipped into the bedroom. I had almost forgot that she had a roommate, since she was rarely ever there.
As I stepped into her bedroom, I tossed my armload of clothing on the floor and closed the door behind me. I moved up behind Jenna and grabbed her around her slender waist, lifting her nubile body into the air and tossing her playfully on the bed.
"Hey," she giggled as she bounced onto the bed. "What do you think you're doing?"
As she rose up to her hands and knees in an effort to crawl away from me, I grabbed her by an ankle and yanked her back towards me. Kicking and struggling, she writhed under me as I took her by the waist and sipped her loose fitting sweat pants down over her hips exposing her tiny round ass to my hungry eyes.
"Oooh, no panties!" I chirped, eyeing her smooth, white cheeks as she reached back laughing. "You naughty little slut."
Pinning her flat against the bed, I lowered my face and bit into the tender flesh of her ass as she squirmed from the sensation.
"Mmmm," she purred as my playful biting turned to a soft kiss, my lips caressing the tiny red mark I had just left on her skin.
As I continued to cover her taut little backside with hungry kisses, Jenna's back arched as she lifted her ass upwards into my face. Holding her firmly around the hips, I slipped my tongue down in between her firm little cheeks, teasing her asshole with sensual, wet licks.
"Fuck yes," she gasped, reaching back to claw at my hair as my tongue dug into her clenching butt hole with enthusiastic thrusts.
My fingers quickly found her moist slit and I slipped two inside, pushing them deep inside her as my wriggling attacked her ass with lustful, wet lashes. Pulling my juice covered digits from her tight little hole, I stroked them over her ass, coating it with her sweet nectar before licking it clean.
As my unabashed oral assault continued, my dick slowly regained its former strength until I could withhold my craving no longer. Pulling Jenna's hips upwards, I climbed onto the bed behind her and pressed my swollen tip into her dewy opening. She let out a brief gasp as I parted her soft, pink lips and buried my cock inside her.
"Eghhh," she peeped as I slid in up to my balls, causing her slender body to buck forward under the force.
I revelled in the unbelievable tightness of my friend's pussy as she enveloped my plunging pole. My hands gripped her tiny ass, holding her steady as I began driving into her with lust-driven lack of restraint.
"Fuck yes," Jenna squealed with a high pitched, child like tone a she reached both hands downwards.
One of her skinny arms reached under her body, feeling my thrusting, wet shaft before pressing into her clit and rubbing with frantic intent. Her other reached back and slipped in between her cheeks, massaging her asshole with firm but gentle motions. I looked down at her nimble fingers as my hips butted repeatedly into her ass, my balls slapping her wet pussy with each stroke.
Reaching down I grabbed her tiny hand and brought it to my mouth, sucking her middle finger between my lips before placing it back at her ass. With her digit now dripping wet, I prompted her to slip it into her little pink hole as I watched with delight. Jenna's tiny ring hugged her finger as she pushed it easily inside, pumping it in and out as my dick filled her pussy with each thrust.
"Do you want my ass?" she asked with a moaning, breathy gasp.
"Yes," I answered promptly, driving her hips down into the bed.
"Okay," she returned, looking back at me with a playful grin. "Get the lube. It's in the drawer. In the night table."
I pulled my dick from her inviting embraces of my friend's hot little hole and scrambled over to retrieve the lubricant. Sliding the drawer open, I was taken aback by the selection of sex toys and paraphernalia that filled the small space. Making a mental note to question Jenna about her naughty little toy box, I grabbed the lube and climbed back onto the bed.
Jenna's ass was raised into the air with two fingers now buried inside her clenching hole. I urged her to continue as I popped the top on the tube and drizzled the clear liquid down around her wriggling fingers. As her tiny pink hole began to glisten with a slippery sheen, she slipped her fingers out and pulled her ass wide in shameless invitation.
"Do it," she urged, her voice shaking with anticipation. "Put it in my ass."
Gripping my base to squeeze as much blood into my aching shaft as I could, I aimed my quivering dick into her enticing little star and began to push. Jenna's pursed lips emanated a subtle purring sound as her asshole slowly parted around my pushing cock. My bulbous head slipped inside and her muscular ring clenched around my shaft. I waited a few seconds before proceeding, cautiously sinking my length into her greedy little hole.
"Fuck yes," she exclaimed, howling into the sheets as her smooth little tunnel accepted every inch of my descending cock. "That's soooo fucking good."
"You like getting fucked in the ass?" I asked, leaning over her prone body as I began to inch my dick back and forth in her butt.
"I love it," she purred in response as her hips began to slowly sink back into the bed under the weight of my thrusting body.
As she came to lay flat against the mattress, I had to push harder against her firm little ass to get more of my cock inside her intoxicating orifice. I started to grind my hips into her taut flesh as she squirmed underneath me. I reached up and grabbed her wrists, pinning her hands to the bed as I laid my chest against her back. I could smell her hair as I pressed my face against hers, breathing harshly into her ear as I gyrated into her ass.
"We should have done this a long time ago," I whispered with my dick firmly embedded in her spasming anal hole.
"Mmmm, I know."
"Where do you want me to cum?" I asked, feeling my orgasm approaching as Jenna pushed her ass back into my gyrating hips.
"Where did Lacey take it?" she replied, her eyes closed in pleasure.
"In her ass," I whispered, my mind racing back to my fiancé's naughty tryst.
"Mmmm," Jenna purred in response. "That's what I want! I want my ass filled with cum just like your whore girlfriend."
I wasn't sure if she was trying to turn me on or provoke me, but she succeeded at doing both. I began thrusting harder into Jenna's asshole as her moaning turned into a series of groaning shrieks.
"Come on," she urged. "Use me! Use me just like that stripper used your future wife."
Overcome with lust, I grabbed her hair hard and drove forcefully into her ass as my balls contracted and a thick load of hot cum began to spilling into her clenching hole. As the warm spurts splashed inside her, I continued thrusting until the increased sensitivity became too much and I was forced to cease. I remained lying atop Jenna's panting body as I felt my cock wilting inside her squeezing asshole.
Rising up, her ass expelled my flaccid dick and I fell to the mattress beside her as she looked into my face with an expression of contentment. I laid my arm across her back and closed my eyes with relaxation as I drifted off to sleep.
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I awoke early in the morning and left without waking Jenna, silently gathering my strewn clothing and tip toeing out of her apartment. When I arrived home, Lacey was nowhere to be found. I assumed she was at the gym, since she had been working out most mornings since our engagement. I took a shower and then inspected the bedroom for any sign of her recent sexual encounter, but it appeared she had removed any evidence. The sheets had been changed, the dishes were washed and her black stockings were tucked away neatly in her underwear drawer. It was as if nothing had happened.
I lay down and turned the TV on, soon drifting off to sleep on the sofa. I awoke a few hours later to the sound of the front door slamming shut and my fiancé humming whimsically to herself as she strolled through the house. I got up and walked into the kitchen, noticing a few shopping bags sitting on the table.
"Lace?" I called out, looking over at the bags.
"Oh hey hon," she called out from the bathroom in a remarkably cheerful voice. "How was the bachelor party?"
"Oh, not great," I answered, opening one of the bags and looking inside.
My mouth fell open with surprise as I inspected the contents. I was expecting to find clothes or shoes, as my girlfriend had a particular addiction to shopping, but what I found was quite different. There was lubricant, handcuffs, numerous sex toys, fishnet stockings, enema kits and a few sexy outfits that looked far to risqué for Lacey's tastes.
"What the...?" I stammered as my fiancé sauntered out of the bathroom with a contented smile on her face.
"I see you found my supplies," she said, unphased as I remained completely dumfounded.
"Uh...yeah," I muttered. "What is all this stuff for?"
"It's my supplies for the week," she explained, crossing her arms and staring at me with an emotionless glare.
I was about to say something when she spoke again.
"I know you fucked Jenna!" she snapped, her voice seething with a hint of anger.
"What? H...How did you...?"
"I saw Nikki at the gym," she explained. "She told me everything."
I silently cursed Jenna's roommate and her big mouth, although I was amazed that word had travelled so fast.
"You...," Lacey continued, her eyes locked on me in an icy glare. "...broke the rules!"
"So did you!" I snapped back in defence. "I saw you last night! I saw everything."
Lacey seemed surprised for a moment but quickly regained her composure.
"I did not break the rules," she replied adamantly.
"You let that guy fuck you in the ass!"
"You never said I couldn't."
"Yeah...but I assumed...," I stammered before she cut me off again.
"You shouldn't have assumed," she stated curtly. "And I hope you enjoyed the show last night...because there's a hell of a lot more where that came from."
I fumed with anger, but tried to withhold my temper.
"So you go ahead and fuck your little slut as much as you want," she said, gathering up her belongings from the table. "And you get her to lick your ass just she did last night..."
Again I cursed Nikki's big mouth.
"Because I'm going to be doing the same things! For the next week, I'm going to be the dirtiest fucking slut you've ever seen!"
"I don't think you want to play this game," I warned, my voice shaking as I spoke.
"Oh yes I do," she snapped as she turned and headed towards the bedroom. "You started it. Now...this means war."
To be continued... |
18 | 8 Years Later | damonX | Anal | 2009-11-06 | 2009-11-06 | 2022-01-08 09:36:49 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/8-years-later | A kinky reunion between two former lovers. | ['Anal', 'Ass Fingering', 'Cheating', 'Oral', 'Rimming', 'Wife'] | 4.47 | _Disclaimer: This story contains adultery. If this offends you in any way, then please do not read it._
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"329, 331, 333..."
I muttered to myself, reading the numbers off the doors as I made my way down the narrow hotel hallway. I could almost hear the sound of my own nervous heartbeat over the quiet buzzing of a nearby ice machine as I pushed my hand into my pocket to pull out a folded, crumpled piece of paper. Cursing myself for the inability to calm my shaking nerves, I unfolded the small parchment and read the number scrawled upon it.
"335."
My eyes moved from the paper up to the door before me.
"335."
This was it. Behind that door waited a night of unparalleled carnal pleasure, but could very well lead to months of shameful regret. I thought briefly about my girlfriend Kim back home, trying with great difficulty to suppress the feelings of guilt that were beginning to weigh heavy on my mind. I had cheated on girlfriends in the past, but Kim was different. I could actually see myself marrying her one day. She was perfect in almost every way.
Almost.
I took a deep breath and stared vacantly at the closed door. I knew that once I stepped into that room, there would be no turning back. I knew that once I saw Tara again there would be no restraining my desires. For 8 long years I had been replaying our past sexual exploits in my head, all the while searching in vain for the one woman that could possible compare in terms of sexual prowess. In the two short years we had spent together I had evolved from inexperienced virginity to complete sexual freedom, as Tara had taken pride in fulfilling my every sexual desire. She had also been happy to share her many fantasies with our mutual interests and understanding leading to 24 months of pure carnal bliss. In a way, she had actually ruined me for other women as my standards for sexual adventure had developed beyond what most girls would deem appropriate.
I continued to stall as my mind began to process the various consequences that could arise from this long awaited reunion. Although Tara had been a wet dream come true for an 18 year old virgin, our problems outside the bedroom were considerable. Along with her considerable sexual experience came a fair amount of emotional baggage that I had not been fully equipped to deal with at the time. Over the years, however, the memories of our various problems had faded, leaving only the torrid details of our numerous salacious adventures.
I began to wonder how much Tara had changed during our time apart. Now married with three children, I assumed she had matured considerably from the 20 year old single mother I had met all those years ago. Apart from being an extraordinary sexual partner, Tara had always possessed a vibrant personality that made her a joy to be with outside the bedroom as well as within. My only hope was that years of marriage and suburban life had not yet crushed her adventurous spirit. Judging from the witty and provocative emails we had exchanged in the past couple months my guess was that it had not.
But there was only one way to find out. I raised my fist and knocked on the door.
The next few seconds left like an eternity as I waited patiently. My heart began to race even faster when I heard the rattling of the chain lock followed by a sharp "click" as the door was unlocked from the inside. With a quick motion, the door swung open and for the first time in years my eyes fell upon the woman that had occupied my thoughts for the better part of the previous decade.
Tara's face was aglow with noticeable excitement as she greeted me with an exuberant smile. Her contagious expression of happiness soon caught me and I smiled back as my eyes worked quickly to take in the familiar figure standing before me. Dressed in a simple blue dress, she looked sexy but elegant as she stepped aside to allow me to enter the room.
"Hey," she said, beaming with enthusiasm.
"Hi," I answered, slightly overwhelmed with the situation.
I strolled into the room as Tara shut the door before turning back towards me. Before I could say another word she threw her arms around me pressing her body into mine.
"I can't believe you're actually here," she muttered, hugging me tightly.
I returned the hug, my face pressed against her neck as the long forgotten scent of vanilla once again brought a series of memories rushing back. After a momentary embrace, she pulled away slightly pausing for a brief moment to look into my eyes with her sparkling blue orbs.
"Wow," she exclaimed, stepping back to scan up and down my body. "You look exactly the same!"
"Is that a good thing?" I asked with a chuckle, as I began to pull off my jacket.
"Oh yes," she answered quickly, biting her bottom lip as her eyes roamed over me.
I smiled as I tossed my jacket over the back of a nearby chair. Tara always knew how to make me feel good.
"Want something to drink?" she asked, motioning to a selection of liquor bottles assembled on a desk on the other side of the room.
"Yeah, sure," I answered, sitting down on one of the beds as she turned towards the desk.
"What do you feel like?" she asked, strolling across the room. "I didn't know what you drink so I kind of got...everything."
"Whatever you're having," I replied as I leaned back and watched my ex- girlfriend fumble with the assortment of bottles.
"Gin?" she called back over her shoulder, causing me to wrinkle my nose in disgust.
"Umm...How about vodka?"
Tara laughed and set the bottle of gin back down.
"Oh yeah. I forgot you hate gin."
As she prepared the drinks I took the opportunity to watch her, breathing deeply as I carefully studied her every move. Her light blue dress was open in the back, allowing a large proportion of her smooth, sexy back to be visible, covered only by a pair of thin straps that crossed each other before looping over her shoulders. Her auburn hair was now a lighter shade, almost strawberry-blonde, and tied into a pony tail that bounced against the back of her neck as she moved. The dress itself came down to her mid thigh, allowing my hungry eyes an ample view of her delectable legs. As she had given birth to three kids, I had been mildly concerned that Tara's figure would have suffered, but to my surprise it had not. In fact, it appeared as though she had lost weight since the last time I had seen her last and her body had assumed a more toned, athletic look while still retaining many of her ample, luscious curves.
As she turned towards me, her hands each holding a liquid filled glass, I noticed something else different about Tara. The front of her dress came down into a v-shape, permitting a generous view of her ample cleavage. Her breasts seemed not only larger than I remember, but also much more round and shapely. At first, I thought it might be the bra she was wearing but the lack of straps or lines under the light fabric soon dismissed that notion.
Tara handed me the glass with a smile. She then took a seat on the bed across from me, leaning back crossing her legs. As she did so, her dress slid further up her thighs and I found my eyes wandering downward as I took a sip of my drink.
"Two beds?" I asked, glancing around the room. "Are you expecting company?"
"Maybe," she replied, raising her eyebrows. "Why? Did you have someone in mind?"
I smiled and took another drink before shaking my head. "Not at the moment."
"Aww, that's too bad," Tara whined, her full, pink lips pouting with mock sadness. "We never did get the chance to have a threesome."
I just smiled. If I was worried that Tara had lost her playful nature, those fears were quickly vanquished. Every word she spoke seemed to be dripping with blatant innuendo. In fact, she obviously did not share my apprehension, and appeared to be more excited than nervous.
"But that's okay," she continued casting me an amorous look. "I want you all to myself tonight anyway."
As we continued with the obligatory small talk, my eye caught the shimmering diamond ring on her finger as she brought her glass to her lips. Tara noticed my distraction as she glanced at me and then down at her hand. I tried to pretend I hadn't noticed, but it was too late.
"Does it bother you?" she asked, holding out the wedding ring that encircled her slender finger. "I can take it off if you want?"
"No, no," I responded.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
When I had first located Tara on Facebook and found out she was married, I did experience a tinge of jealousy. That jealously had since dissipated, but I was unsure of how she felt about cheating on her husband.
"What did you tell him?" I asked, my curiosity overwhelming my better judgment.
"I told him I was going to visit my sister," she answered with complacency.
She was obviously not too bothered with the prospect of adultery, which made me wonder if she had cheated on me during our relationship.
"It doesn't bother you at all?" I asked, pressing the issue further. "You don't feel...guilty?"
Tara gave her shoulders a quick shrug and then downed the rest of her drink.
"A little," she said, getting up to get another. "It's just that..."
I remained silent, awaiting the rest of her response.
"...I've been married for a few years now and..."
She paused as if trying to find the right words.
"He's a great guy, and I love him and everything, but..."
"But what?" I pressed, cocking my head in curiosity.
"We just don't have that...sexual connection. Like you and I had."
"I know what you mean," I stated bluntly as I finished my drink.
"Why? Do you feel guilty?" she asked, turning the tables on me as she poured us both another drink.
"A little," I answered truthfully, although my guilt was quickly subsiding under the influence of alcohol and Tara's irresistible sexual aura.
"Are you sure it doesn't bother you?" she asked again, bringing the topic of conversation back to her wedding ring. "I can take it off."
"No," I assured, as I accepted another drink. "In fact..."
"What?" she asked, tilting her head in anticipation.
"It...kind of...turns me on,"
Tara's inquisitive expression unfolded into a smile and she gazed at me intently.
"Really?" she muttered with sudden understanding. "You have a thing for married women now?"
I shrugged.
"I guess so."
Tara giggled and took another drink.
"Well that's good," she cooed, as she let her lips linger on the glass while staring at me with a look of intense, lustful desire. "Because I've been waiting eight years to have you again."
I couldn't help but smile.
"You've been thinking about this a lot huh?" I asked, growing more comfortable with the situation.
"Yes!" she exclaimed with exuberance. "It's all I've been thinking about since I first found you on Facebook."
"We did have some good times," I said with a nod as I referred back to our various erotic endeavors.
"Great times," Tara corrected emphatically, causing me to smile once more.
"Soooo...." I began, my inhibitions slowly slipping away. "What exactly have you been thinking about?"
"Oh, just reminiscing," she answered coyly as she tossed her head back and rolled her eyes in avoidance of my question.
"Reminiscing about...?" I pressed with increasing insistence.
"Oh, I don't know," she muttered with a smile, continuing to play her little game as she stood up and took a step towards me. "How about the time we were at my friend's party and you dragged me into the bathroom and bent me over the sink?"
I swallowed hard as Tara stood over me. Using her legs to push my knees apart, she moved closer pressing her thigh against my crotch. I looked up into her eyes as she smiled down at me, feeling the growing hardness between my legs pressed against her naked leg.
"Uh huh," I muttered softly. "I remember."
"And you pulled my pants down..." she continued, inching ever closer. "And fucked me from behind."
I nodded.
"And you had to put your hand over my mouth to keep the other people at the party from hearing me moan. I remember you fucking me hard and sliding your finger up my ass."
I smiled, recalling the provocative scene as Tara nudged closer, straddling my thigh as she ran a hand down my back. My body tingled with excitement as I felt her long awaited touch. Pressing close to me, she touched her lips to my neck, letting them linger for a moment before moving upwards.
"That..." she continued, whispering into my ear. "...is what I've been thinking about."
Moving her head back, we soon found ourselves staring into each other's eyes. We held our intense gaze for a brief moment before our lust overtook our inhibitions and we became entangled in a long, deep kiss. Tara moaned softly into my mouth as our tongues danced and she pressed her body into mine. Our escalating passion was soon halted, however, as Tara accidentally tipped her glass a little too far, sending a moderate amount of dark liquid spilling out down over her hand and onto the bed.
"Oops," she giggled, stepping back holding the drink at arm's length. "Got a little too excited there."
I smiled and moved over on the bed, avoiding the newly formed wet spot as Tara walked over to the table and set down her glass. She then looked over to me as she sucked her fingers clean of the spilled liquid.
"By the way..." she began, seductively sucking her middle finger. "Notice anything different about me?"
As she spoke, she turned sideways and pushed her chest out motioning to her breasts with a raised eyebrowed expression.
"Yeah...," I began, stroking my chin as I realized what she was implying with her less than subtle tactics. "I thought there was something different about those. Are they...?"
"Fake?" Tara blurted out enthusiastically. "Yep."
I almost laughed at my ex girlfriend's candid manor, although her outright disclosure certainly did not surprise me. When we were together, she had always talked about getting breast implants, but our financial situation at the time did not allow it.
"My twenty-eighth birthday present," she explained. "What do you think?"
"They look great," I complimented as I took another drink.
"Thanks," she said simply, walking back towards me. "But I know you're not much of a tit man."
"Yeah," I agreed, laughing. "I think you liked them more than I did."
The statement was not an exaggeration. Tara's bisexual nature was well known, and her predilection for busty women had been all too obvious.
"Yes. Yes I did," she agreed, a wide smile lighting her face with exuberance.
"So..." she continued, turning her back to me and casting a sheepish glance at me over her shoulder. "Are you still an ass man then?"
"And leg," I corrected, smiling back at her as my eyes scanned down her body as she playfully presented herself to me, arching her back in order to emphasize her backside for my viewing enjoyment.
Tara took a few steps closer to me and pulled the light blue fabric of her dress tight around her ass as she slowly bent forward.
I bit my lip as I sat back, taking in Tara's playful tease.
"Did you miss THIS ass?" she asked seductively, overtly displaying her every curve under the tightly stretched fabric.
"Yes, I did," I responded, adjusting my pants in order to accommodate the increasing growth within. "In fact, I think you should bring it a little closer."
"Oh yeah?" she said, slowly inching her dress up her legs. "Is someone getting turned on?"
"Maybe..."
"Good," Tara answered, suddenly releasing her dress and standing back up straight.
I stared blankly with confusion as she quickly dismissed her provocative act and walked over to me. Her eyes remained locked on mine as she sauntered across the floor. Reaching down, she placed her hand on the throbbing bulge in my pants, smiling slightly as she felt my increasing hardness.
"I'm going to go change," she said softly, her hand gently squeezing.
"Change?" I asked, my pulse racing once again.
Tara nodded.
"I bought a special outfit for you."
I smiled.
"So...," she began, as she leaned in and kissed me. "I want you to sit here and think about all the dirty little things that I'm going to do to you when I come back."
I nodded, trying hard to maintain my eagerness.
"Good," she said once more, flashing a quick smile before turning and abruptly walking away.
I watched as she made her way into the bathroom, closing the door without another word. Unable to sit patiently, I immediately finished my drink and hopped up. As I fixed myself another drink, my hands trembled with anticipation. I quickly quaffed the newly prepared beverage, before leaving the empty glass on the table. As the warmth of the alcohol flowed through me, I hoped it was enough. I did not want to be falling down drunk, but I did desire enough inebriation to reduce any lingering inhibitions. With a night of unparalleled ecstasy ahead, I wanted to be as unreserved as possible.
Returning to the bed, I removed my socks and took my shirt off. I then reclined comfortably and waited, my eyes glued to the bathroom door.
"Ready?" Tara's voice called out as the door opened a crack.
"Yes," I replied.
The door swung open further and Tara stepped out into clear view causing my jaw to drop in astonishment. She was wearing a black corset, cinched tight around her waist, exaggerating the ample curves of her hips. Her newly bought breasts were also prominently displayed, pushed up by the corset, producing a considerable amount of visible cleavage. Connected to the bottom was a short, black, sheer skirt coming barely reaching her upper thigh. Through the sheer material I could make out the dark outline of her tiny black panties and garter straps connecting to the pair of provocative, black stockings that covered her legs from mid-thigh. Her light strawberry blonde hair had been released from the ponytail and was now hanging down to her shoulders, tucked neatly behind each ear. "What do you think?" Tara asked, turning half way as if to model her lurid outfit.
"I think it's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," I blurted out in response, completely taken aback by her pleasing choice of bedroom attire.
"I thought you might like it," she said smiling, standing at the end of the bed with her hands on her hips.
"Oh, I like it," I affirmed as I moved my way down the bed, eager to get things started.
As I reached the end of the bed, I started to stand only to have Tara playfully push me back into a seated position.
"Uh uh," she said bluntly, as she lowered herself to her knees. "First, I get to play."
Her azure eyes were fixed on mine as she reached up and unbuttoned my pants before pulling the zipper down with agonizing slowness. Leaning back on my elbows I raised my hips off the bed as she pulled my pants down my legs, leaving my naked body clothed with only the meager pair of tight fitting boxer briefs. Tara's eyes flashed with wanton lust as she averted her gaze from my face down to the straining bulge within my underwear.
"Mmmm," she cooed, tucking her fingers into the waistband and pulling downwards. "You have no idea how long I've waiting for this."
"Waiting for what?" I asked coyly as she gingerly inched the underwear down my thighs, allowing my dick to spring forth and slap against my stomach.
"For this," Tara answered smiling as she reached out to grasp my shaft, pulling my cock upwards as she leaned down and sensually parted her lips.
I let out a drawn out moan as I felt the long awaited sensation of my ex girlfriend's soft lips enclosing the head of my dick. Suckling the tip, her fiery gaze remained fixed on me as the length of my shaft slowly disappeared into her warm, wet mouth. I felt her tongue lathering my dick as her eyes closed and she descended farther down, taking my entire length. Giving a few quick bobs of her head, Tara then withdrew, her lips sliding back up my turgid shaft, curling into a smile as she released my glistening dick from her mouth but holding it firmly from the base. Holding me in her soft hand, Tara then lowered her head and extended her tongue to press into my balls, her dazzling blue eyes still staring from either side of my wet cock. Licking upwards, she ran her tongue up the underside of my shaft before taking the tip into her warm, inviting mouth once again. I let out a subtle moan of approval as I watched Tara continue her work. In the eight years since I had been with her I had yet to find a girl that rivaled my ex girlfriend in the art of oral pleasure. Tara loved it, and she was good at it.
"Mmm," I moaned, reaching out to push a strand of hair out of her face as she continued bobbing up and down on my dick with increasing intensity. "I almost forgot how good you are at this."
Tara smiled as she removed her lips from my throbbing cock, letting her hand travel freely up and down the saliva-soaked shaft.
"Well, I guess I'll just have to remind you then huh?" she answered in between soft, erotic lashes of her talented tongue. "Do you still like having your balls licked?"
"Uh huh," I stammered, smiling in anticipation.
Tara returned my smile before returning her attention below my cock and taking my soft, sensitive balls into her mouth. I felt her lips slowly part and surround them completely before sucking gently as her tongue wriggled up and down, eliciting a pleasurable sensation as her hand stroked up and down my shaft.
"Still like to keeps things nicely shaved I see," she exclaimed with approval in reference to my cleanly shaven balls and surrounding region as dove back in bathe them with long, deliberate licks of her warm tongue. "I always liked that about you."
I smiled in response, quietly hoping that Tara still shared my aversion to excess body hair.
"Mmmm," she hummed, sending gratifying vibrations through my balls. I lifted my legs and planted my feet on the bed as Tara continued her unrelenting oral assault. Slowly, she let her tongue trail downwards flickering teasingly at my perineum sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. I held my breath and awaited her next move as she seemed to be looking for my approval to proceed.
"You like that?" she asked, her soft, pink tongue gliding smoothly up and down the cleanly shaven area below my balls.
"Fuck yes," I gasped, placing my hand placidly on her head, fighting the urge to push her face downward.
"I think I know what you want," she stated, smiling up at me as her hand continued its slow, deliberate stroking.
"Yeah?" I said in a quiet raspy voice, as Tara eyed me with a sultry, mischievous expression.
"What?"
Casting me a knowing glance, without a word she descended once again. Tossing my head back in ecstasy, I soon felt the warm wet touch of Tara's dexterous tongue sliding in small circles around my asshole.
"Oh my fucking god!" I cursed through gritted teeth, clutching the bed sheets as she pushed my legs up forcibly, pressing her lips against my ass.
Keeping her tongue firmly pressed into my tight little opening, Tara let out a giggle in response to my exclamation before resuming her tongue lashing, stabbing my ass with short, quick thrusts.
"Does your girlfriend lick your ass?" she asked between licks, purring as she swabbed my asshole with long, sensual swipes.
"N...No..," I muttered, as Tara began to accompany her torrid rimming with quickening strokes of her fist up and down my cock.
Dragging her wet tongue up over my balls, she bit her lip provocatively before taking my dick back between her lips as she moved her hand up to lightly stroke a fingertip over my freshly licked ass. As Tara's massaging turned to gentle prodding, I reached down to halt her simultaneous stroking and sucking.
"Whoaaa," I warned, grasping her hand to prevent any further
excitation. "Better slow down there. You're going to make me cum."
"Mmmm, good," she purred, pushing my hand away. "I want you to cum."
"I just don't want this to end so soon," I explained, tensing every muscle in my torso in a vain attempt to prevent a premature climax.
"Oh, don't worry," Tara ensured, massaging my asshole with increasingly firm, circular motions. "We have all night."
Relinquishing my last vestiges of reluctance, I laid back and allowed Tara to have her way. Casting me a satisfied nod, she then descended on my cock once again, clamping her lips around the head as she stroked away with hasty intent. As I felt her tongue dive into my dickhole, she wiggled her fingertip past my resistant muscular ring and slide deep into my ass. Feeling her digital intrusion, my ass reflexively contracted, squeezing her invading finger as Tara's fist pumped my cock in an effort to hasten my approaching orgasm.
"Oh fuck!" I groaned, as she forced her finger deeper into my ass, her head bobbing up and down with short, quick motions.
Feeling my pelvic muscles contract, my back arched as Tara curled her finger inside my ass and swallowed my cock deep into her mouth as I unloaded a violent blast of cum into the back of her throat. She moaned in approval as she tasted the creamy discharge, pulling back to take the subsequent spurts onto her tongue, opening her eyes to glance at me as she sucked down every drop I had to offer.
"Damn," I muttered, letting my head fall back into the bed. "You obviously still know how to get dirty."
"Yeah," she agreed, wiping a droplet of viscous, white fluid from the corner of her mouth. "I guess you just bring out my kinky side."
"You mean you don't lick your husband's ass?" I asked with a cocky smile as I propped myself back up on my elbows."
The corner of Tara's mouth curled up into a half smile as she shook her head.
"Actually...," she said, climbing onto the bed. "I've never done that to anyone else."
"Oooh, I feel special," I responded with a smile, as Tara moved into position beside me, pressing her body into mine.
"You should," she said bluntly, pressing her lips to mine as she ran her smooth, stocking covered foot up the inside of my naked leg.
As my mouth parted, allowing the intrusion of her hot little tongue, my hand slid down her back feeling the smooth material of her corset. Lower, the black satin fabric gave way to the light, sheer material of the tiny skirt, which I pulled up over her supple, round ass. Feeling my touch on her bare skin, Tara moaned into my mouth and ground her pelvis into my thigh. I could feel the moist warmth of her pussy against my skin as her hand lightly traced its way down my chest and stomach.
"Sorry," I said, motioning down to my spent, lifeless cock. "It's going to take a few minutes."
"Oh that's okay," she said, smiling as she raised herself up onto her knees. "I know something you can do right now. "
"What's that?" I asked innocently, my eyes traveling up and down her body.
Tara gazed at me intently as she sat back, and spread her legs.
"Your turn," she ordered, casting me a suggestive smile.
I beamed with lust as I eagerly complied, reversing my position and inching my way in between Tara's outstretched legs. Biting her bottom lip in expectation, she watched as I placed a hand on her leg, running my fingers upwards along the silky smooth fabric. The shear black skirt was pushed up by her widespread legs, offering plain view of the tiny black g-string barely covering the engorged folds of her welcoming pussy. My eyes lingered on the irresistible sight as I planted a soft kiss on her inner thigh, sending an amorous shiver through Tara's body. Lifting my lips, I moved upwards, kissing my way up the inside of her thigh before settling into position. The aroma of arousal overcame me as my lips continued their exploration, touching everywhere except the soft, wet area still covered by the scanty triangle of black fabric. Tara shifted underneath me as I continued teasing her with avoidant licks of my tongue.
"So now you're teasing me?" she asked, more as an accusation than a question.
"Maybe," I answered softly, glancing up for a brief moment before gliding my tongue over the patch of damp fabric nestled neatly between her flushed, engorged folds. "Why? Do you have a problem with that?"
Tara let out a subtle giggle as she placed a hand gently on my head
"Yes," she said suddenly, clutching a handful of my hair.
Before I could react, she used her free hand to pull her underwear to the side, exposing her naked, pink pussy as she raised her hips off the bed and forced my smiling lips into her hot, rubescent hole. I closed my eyes in pleasure, relishing every sensation as I drove my tongue deep inside her. Tara's fingers clenched tighter, heightening my lust as I sucked her puffy, wet opening with increasing exertion.
"Mmmm, that's more like it," she moaned, gyrating her hips against my face.
Retracting my tongue from her deliciously wet pussy, I moved upwards, clamping my lips around her clit. Tara purred with approval as I sucked her little pink bud, maneuvering my middle finger in between her moist folds and pushing deep inside. Letting out a pleasured gasp, she lifted her leg and dug a heel into my back as I twisted my finger inside her. With my lips locked around her fleshy pink button, I began sliding back and forth, fucking her pussy with short quick thrusts of my hand.
As Tara relinquished her grasp on my hair and assumed a more passive demeanor, I rotated my body in a clockwise direction bringing us halfway into a sixty- nine position. Slipping my finger from her hot little hole, I sucked it into my mouth tasting her juices as I wet my digit with lubricating saliva. With the new position giving me greater access, I resumed my oral endeavor, darting my tongue in and out of her little pink slit.
With Tara's moaning increasing, she lifted her knees and I reached an arm over her leg, resting my forearm on the bed as I wiggled my finger back into the damp confines of her inviting pussy. As my tongue danced across her swollen clit, I felt the sensual touch of her hand reaching between my legs.
"Mmmm," she purred, stroking her fingers down my ass, grazing the shaft of my rapidly expanding cock. "That didn't take long."
I wasn't surprised in the slightest. Eating pussy was always a sure-fire way of regaining my recently spent erections.
"Get over here," she said softly, enticing me to assume a full sixty-nine position.
I smiled to myself and immediately complied, my knees stepping their way towards her head before straddling her face, my dick dangling above her hungry mouth. Feeling her full, firm breasts pressing against my stomach, I settled into place allowing my balls to descend into Tara's waiting mouth. The feeling of her soft lips pressing into my most sensitive area increased my arousal and I plunged back down between her legs, using my elbows to force her legs out wide. Her French manicured nails dug into the flesh of my ass as her soft, wet tongue lapped at the backside of my balls, slowly trailing upwards. As I removed my finger from her pussy, I replaced it with my mouth, ticking the inside of her hole with the tip of my wriggling tongue. With Tara's coaxing I moved downwards, my forehead pressing into the bed as I parted her rosy lips with mine before thrusting inside. Eyeing her asshole with wanton desire, I moved my wet finger to her tight little opening and gently massaged it with firm circular motions before testing the tautness of her little muscular ring with careful probing thrusts.
A feeling of déjà vu swept over me as my dexterous fingertip wiggled its way into Tara's inviting ass. I couldn't begin to count the number of times we had shared the very same mutually pleasurable position eight years ago. My former girlfriend had always loved to 69 with me on top, as it gave her full access to my ass.
"God, I miss this," I moaned as I felt her nimble tongue working its way up from my tightly contracted balls over my smoothly shaved perineal strip.
"Oh yeah?" she asked, her finger lightly stroking over my sensitive asshole. "What exactly do you miss?"
Before I could answer, Tara roughly pulled my cheeks apart and stabbed her tongue into my ass.
"Do you miss this?" she asked, her voice assuming an intensely provocative tone. "Do you miss my tongue in your ass?"
"Fuck yes!" I gasped, tossing my head back in ecstatic pleasure as she jammed her tongue back between my cheeks, assaulting my hole with forceful, wet, lashes.
Reaching back, I pulled Tara's head into my ass, encouraging her to continue her forceful licking. Moaning in response, she delved deeper, her writhing, wet tongue stabbing shamelessly as she descended into a carnal state of absolute lust. Neglecting her pussy, I pushed back, pressing my ass into her face and pinning her head against the bed. After a few labored breathes, I resumed my composure and relented my forceful actions settling back into mutual sixty-nine as she let her mouth descend from my asshole back to my balls, sucking softly as she slowly stroked my cock with long, deliberate movements.
"I want to lick you from behind," I blurted out, lifting my leg and freeing Tara's head from the confines of the straddling position.
"Okay," she responded with a knowing smile, quickly sitting up and moving into position on her hands and knees.
As I knelt behind my former girlfriend I paused to take in the erotic sight before me. Situated in an enticing pose, Tara's light red hair spilled down over her upper back, allowing a few slivers of lightly tanned skin to be visible before giving way to the shimmering black corset tightly hugging her torso and accentuating her luscious curves. Beneath the transparent, black skirt hanging halfway down her ass, her thin black g-string was visible, nestled deep between her ample cheeks. I licked my lips with desire as I moved into position behind her, lifting the light black skirt up, revealing the full form of her ass to my hungry eyes.
"You just want me like this so you can get a little ass action yourself," Tara declared, casting me an accusing but playful look over her shoulder.
"Maybe..." I responded cryptically, leaning down and pressing my lips into her soft flesh as my hand traced the thin line of her g-string from around her hip down into the enticing crease formed by her juicy cheeks.
"Well," she stated, wiggling her ass from side to side in a provocative manor. "Quit fucking around and get in there!"
Humored by her bluntness, I let out a brief, restrained laugh before peeling her black panties down over her supple cheeks, tugging as the thin fabric snapped free from between her fleshy globes. As the meager undergarment slipped down to her knees I placed both hands upon her, pushing her ass apart as she awaited the touch of my tongue on her freshly exposed asshole. Then, peeling her cheeks apart, I stabbed at her ass with my adventurous tongue, feeling her tight hole reflexively clench to halt my sudden intrusion. Resting her head against the mattress, Tara arched her back and panted with her mouth agape as I lapped at her asshole, coating it with warm spit.
"Fuck Yesssss....." she hissed, urgently pushing her ass back to meet my mouth, forcing my tongue inside her.
One hand clutched at the bed sheets as her other hand suddenly appeared between her legs, rubbing back and forth over her clit with two slender fingers. My tongue circled her asshole before trailing downwards as Tara moved her hand back, pushing her fingers up to the knuckle in her dripping, wet pussy. Her wedding ring shimmered with wetness, sparkling in the dim light of the hotel room as she jabbed her middle and ring fingers in and out with deep, forceful thrusts. As she felt my hungry mouth lightly touching her deeply embedded digits, she withdrew her glistening fingers, sliding them out along my outstretched tongue. As her fingertips slipped free, my lips enclosed them, sucking them clean of her sweet, sticky juices.
Returning her fingers to her clit, I licked my way back up Tara's luscious ass, honing in on her enticing little star. Encouraged by her gentle moaning, I dove back in, piercing her tightly closed opening with forceful, wet thrusts. Her breath coming in forceful, panting gasps, she rubbed her clit with intense, circular motions. Her pace quickened over the next minute, indicating an approaching orgasm as I continued tonguing Tara's pulsing, tight asshole.
"Mmm, I'm gonna cum," she squealed as her body tensed and shuddered.
My wet tongue filled her dark hole as she rutted back against me, forcing my face deep between her fleshy cheeks. Letting out a long, drawn-out moan, Tara's asshole clenched violently, expelling my invading tongue as her body tensed with orgasmic elation.
"Okay..." she sighed, letting her hips fall flat against the bed as she rolled to her side and looked back at me. "You have to fuck me. Now."
I smiled, slowly stroking my dick as I knelt before Tara's prone body. "I think I can do that."
She smiled back at me, rolling over onto her back and kicking her underwear away as I moved into position, kneeling between her outstretched legs. Tara purred with anticipation as I reached down, located her dewy entrance and guided myself inside.
"Mmmm," she moaned, reaching out to me as I rested my hips against her pelvis and lowered my naked body into hers.
I felt the firm but soft pressure of her breasts against my bare chest as I placed a hand on either side of her head, propping myself up as I stared down into her lust-filled eyes. Her fingernails grazed down my back, sending a ticklish shiver through my torso, before coming to rest on my ass. As her sexy stare intensified, she dug her nails into my flesh, pulling my cock deeper into her insatiable pussy.
"God I love the way your dick feels inside me," Tara gasped, eagerly raising her hips as she writhed underneath me.
Pushing back against her clutching hands, I withdrew before plunging back in. Letting out a series of soft gasps as my hips rose and fell repeatedly, Tara wrapped her legs tightly around my ass. Gliding in and out of her hot, wet pussy with increasing speed, I lifted her legs up onto my shoulders in order to achieve deeper thrusts.
"Mmmm," Tara uttered, smiling at my new choice of position. "I love getting fucked like this."
"I know," I said, grasping her legs firmly, just above the ankles. "I remember."
Her lush pussy juices coated my cock as I continued fucking Tara's moist hole, my drenched balls striking her ass with every thrust. Feeling the sensation of my balls slapping against her sensitive little star, her eyes flashed with heated intensity and she reached out to grab hold of my wrist. As she pulled my hand to her mouth, she parted her soft, pink lips and slid them down the length of my middle finger.
"And just what do you want me to do with this?" I asked, grinning as she let my wet finger slip out of her gasping mouth.
"I...think...you know...," she answered, her words broken up my unremitting thrusts.
Driving my cock hard and keeping it planted deep inside her sweltering pussy, I reached down and let my wet fingers trail across the soft flesh of her ass before coming to rest at her tight anal opening.
"Is this what you want?" I asked softly, massaging Tara's asshole with spit covered fingers.
"Uh huh," she answered, waiting patiently for my teasing fingertip to penetrate her tightly muscled ring.
"Say it," I ordered, smiling down at her as I tested the tautness of her pulsing hole with gentle prodding.
Tara smiled up at me for a brief moment before her beaming expression turned to one of lustful intensity and she reached up to the back of my head and tightened her fingers around a handful of my hair.
"Stick your finger up my ass."
As soon as the words left her soft, pink lips I forcefully extended my finger, feeling her asshole clench around me reflexively as I slipped it deep into her smooth, pulsing tunnel. Tara let out a subtle gasp as she contracted around my invading digit, before gradually relaxing at the sensation of her holes being filled.
"Mmmm," she purred as I resumed the slow, deliberate grinding of my hips, my finger now buried knuckle deep in her twitching asshole.
With my finger inside her, I could feel my dick, as I began sliding it in and out once again. Pressing up against the thin layer of tissue separating her two holes I felt the contours of my cock sliding over my wriggling fingertip. Tara's eyes closed in ecstasy and her mouth fell open as she reached down, pulling her ass cheeks wide to accommodate my thrusting finger.
"Are you going to let me stick my dick up your ass too?" I asked, coordinating the grinding of my hips with the stabbing of my finger.
"You fucking better," she blurted back emphatically, her eyes flashing with carnal desire. "Otherwise I wasted ten bucks on that bottle of lube for nothing."
I let out a laugh, humored by Tara's blatant sexual demands before removing my finger from her ass and pushed both of her ankles up beside her ears. Her pliable body now folded in half, I increased the depth of my thrusts, driving my cock deep with every forceful descent. Each time my hips slammed into the soft flesh of Tara's ass, she let out a soft, audible gasp barely noticeable over the loud, wet slapping of our colliding bodies. Leaning down to bring my face close to hers, I gazed into her fiery blue eyes and whispered to her.
"Is that what you've been thinking about?" I asked.
"Yesss," she hissed, seething through gritted teeth. "All the time,"
"How do you want me to do it?" I asked, prompting Tara to reveal more of her lurid thoughts.
"From behind," she answered quickly, panting with lust as her body shuddered with every stroke of my rigid cock.
"Mmm," I moaned as I closed my eyes and imagined the sweet scene of my ex girlfriend on her hands and knees with my dick embedded deep in her ass.
"For the last...few...weeks...," she continued, speaking in labored, breathy gasps. "It's all I've been thinking about."
"Oh really?" I asked, encouraging her to continue.
"Uh huh. Every morning I lay in bed thinking about it. I...think about you...putting me on my hands and knees and..."
"And...?" I asked with a pleased smirk, briefly ceasing thrusting with my cock planted firmly inside her dripping wet pussy.
"...and grabbing me by the hair...and fucking me hard in the ass."
Smiling down at her, I slowly released my grip on her ankles, sitting back and letting my dick slide free.
"Bend over."
Tara flashed me an exuberant, sexy smile and promptly rolled over onto her stomach before arching her back and pushing her ass up into the air. Her inviting pose beckoned to me as I stared down at her winking asshole, slick and glistening with the fluids of arousal.
"Wait a second," she said, halting my amorous advance. "Grab the lube from my purse."
Digging through the purse on the night table, I quickly located the small bottle. Turning back, I saw Tara's face, pressed flat against the bed and smiling back at me as she reached back, lightly stroking one finger over her asshole as she buried two fingers of her other hand into her swollen, wet pussy.
"Gimme that," she ordered, lifting her hand from her ass and reaching out in request of the container.
Handing it over, I inched my way closer and reached down, pulling Tara's fingers out of her dripping wet hole. As I leaned in, I sucked her fingers into my mouth before letting them free and rising back to my knees. I soon replaced her probing fingers with my dick, sliding it back between her moistened lips and deep into the tempting confines of her warm, wet pussy.
"Mmmm," she moaned, feeling my length slide into her as my hips butted forcefully against her supple ass.
My hands gripping her soft cheeks, I withdrew and slammed back with a stronger, hard stroke, causing her to lurch forward before driving her ass back against me. Repeating my thrusting with increasing rapidity, I gradually decreased my length of my strokes to short rapid jabs as Tara flipped open the cap on the lubricant with shaking hands. Treating her to a firm, jolting slap, I brought my hand down hard, sending quivering ripples through her fleshy cheeks.
"Oooh," she cooed, overturning the bottle and drizzling the clear, slippery liquid into her upward facing palm. "That's what I like."
"Yeah," I let out, allowing my hand to linger, grasping her supple flesh with clutching fingers. "I remember."
"Then you probably remember I like it a lot harder than that," she countered, reaching back with lube-covered fingers to slide her dexterous digits between her plump cheeks and slathering her pulsing asshole with clear, wet liquid.
In compliance to Tara's request, I gave another untamed strike, causing her to toss her head back with gratification as she felt my hand crash into her ass with a loud, reverberating 'slap'.
"Mmmm," she moaned, sinking her fingertip into her tight, little ass. "That's more like it."
Pushing her ass cheeks wide, I gazed down and continued my assault as I witnessed her thin finger vanish within the tight, clutching embrace of her quivering asshole. One more firm slap and I reached out and closed my fist around a handful of Tara's soft, red hair.
"Yessss," she exclaimed, relishing in the roughness as she felt her head yanked back by my forceful tug.
Panting with lust, Tara jammed another finger into her tiny hole as I pushed her head down into the bed, driving my cock hard into her backside.
"God I want to fuck your ass so bad!" I groaned, releasing her hair and digging my fingers hard into her fleshy cheeks.
"Do it," she snapped back, reaching her hands back and pulling her cheeks even wider. "Now. Fuck my asshole!"
Trembling with desire, I eased my cock out of Tara's dripping wet pussy and grasped it firmly around the shaft.
"Go slow," she warned, feeling my slippery wet cock head butting against her glistening star.
"I know, I know," I muttered, carefully pressing my dick into her slowly opening hole.
Tara moaned and played with her pussy as she felt her asshole gradually expand to admit my pulsating cock. I could see her fingertips moving in small circles over her clit as my wet shaft gradual disappeared into the clenching confines of her eager anal opening. Slick with lubricant, her smooth tunnel hugged my dick as I began inching back and forth inside her.
"Fuck yes!" she gasped, her ass gradually relaxing to accommodate my sinking shaft. "Go deeper."
In compliance with her obscene demands, I pushed harder, gripping her hips and forcing myself further into her hungry butt. With my cock firmly embedded deep within the warm embrace of Tara's insatiable asshole, she pushed back against me, swallowing up the remainder of my slippery pole and butting her pliable cheeks against me.
"Mmmm, how does that feel?" she asked softly, grinding her ass against me before moving forward and sliding her tautly stretched hole up and down my throbbing cock.
"Fuck yes," I uttered, staring down captivated as Tara wiggled her tantalizing ass, producing a deliciously dirty scene before my lustful eyes.
"Good," she purred, smiling back at me as she arched her back. "Now fuck me."
With her hips now motionless, I resumed gentle thrusts, resting my hand on her back as I slid in and out with deep, slow strokes.
"Mmm, I love seeing you like this," I moaned, fucking Tara's asshole with increasing determination. "On your hands and knees with my cock in your ass."
"Mmmm...," Tara reciprocated, reaching back between her legs to gently squeeze my balls. "...and I love being on my hands and knees with your cock in my ass."
The sensation of her nimble fingers caressing my balls, urged me on and I began stabbing her tight little hole with shorter, quicker strokes. Tara's eyes closed shut with blissful delight and her fingers travelled back to her swollen clit in search of her second orgasm of the night.
"How...may cocks have been in this tight little asshole?" I asked, my arousal growing with each lurid word that spilled from Tara's gasping mouth.
"J...Just two," she muttered, her voice now dripping with apprehension. Sensing her reluctance, I brought my hand down hard with a spirited 'slap' and plunged deep into her tightly stretched ass.
"Who were they?" I asked, sinking to the hilt inside her hot, clenching hole.
"One...one was my...husband," she panted softly, her face flushing red with carnal emotion.
"And the other one?" I asked, my hand sliding down her arched back over the soft, sheer material comprising the back of her corset.
Sensing my intrigue, and realizing that her confession would only heighten my arousal, Tara looked back and flashed me a naughty smile.
"It..it was a guy I met at a bar," she said, her upper body pressed flat against the bed in a subservient, sexy pose. "It was the night we broke up."
"Tell me about it," I ordered calmly as I reached down and picked up the bottle of lubricant.
"He had been buying me drinks all night...," she continued, as I opened the bottle and began to drizzle a small amount down into the crease of Tara's ass. "We talked and danced for a while...,"
As she continued her sordid tale, I watched the lube form a thin, shimmering rivulet as it trickled down between her cheeks before dividing in two to encircle the shaft of my deeply implanted dick.
"Uh huh..." I said, squeezing out a few more droplets along the base my cock, withdrawing slowly in order to coat more of my length with the slippery liquid.
"We started making out," she continued, her voice rising in volume as she felt my dick plunging back inside her tight little ass. "And then...he asked me to go out to his car."
Her breathing grew more erratic and her fingers continued rubbing her clit as she continued talking, her sentences braking with every stroke of my pulsing cock.
"As...ugh....As soon as we got to his...car...ugh...I pulled his pants down...and started..."
"What?" I asked firmly, reaching down and grabbing a handful of her sweaty, tangled hair.
"I sucked his dick," she blurted out in between lusty, panting gasps. "Then...he...bent me over...and fucked me from behind."
Holding her head pressed into the bed, I listened carefully as I worked my cock in and out with diminishing restraint.
"Then...," she whimpered in a labored, anxious tone. "I told him to fuck me in the ass."
"Did he fuck like this?" I asked, pulling her head back, and slapping her ass hard, leaving a glowing, red imprint on her quivering cheek.
"Yes," Tara squealed, bucking her ass back against my cock. "He fucked me just like...Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"
Losing her last vestiges of restraint, she shamelessly pushed back against me as her asshole convulsed around my thrusting shaft. As she let out a savage series of squeals and groans she brought forth an exhilarating orgasm that wracked every inch of her sweaty, shaking body. I smiled with contentment as I let go of Tara's hair and resumed treating her tight little tunnel to a series of deliberate, long strokes. Her breathing now heavy and labored, she raised herself up onto her hands, her arms still trembling from her lingering climax.
"I'm going to cum soon," I proclaimed, quickening my thrusts as I held her hips solidly in place.
"Don't cum in my ass," she warned, looking back at me with a glowing, post- orgasmic expression. "Cum in my mouth."
I nodded, feeling the rush of my impending orgasm. As much as Tara had always loved anal sex, she hated having cum in her ass.
"Did that other guy cum in your ass?" I asked, referring back to her sexy story.
"No," she answered, still panting with lust. "He...shoved his cock into my mouth and I sucked him until he came."
As Tara's kinky confession brought me to the point of no return, I hastily unsheathed my wet cock from her twitching asshole and struggled up to my feet, my legs straining to maintain a standing position on the unstable, pliable mattress. With a crazed look of sexual excitement flashing in her eyes, Tara spun around raised herself up on her knees. As my hand pumped furiously, she eyed my pulsing cock with hunger and extended her tongue out of her open mouth in a lewd manor, awaiting my creamy white load.
Her subservient position pulled me over the edge and I gripped my shaft, holding it tightly as I aimed my dick towards her outstretched tongue. Easing my grip, I tensed the muscles in my pelvis as the unexplainable feeling of orgasm raced through me. My cock swelled and my balls tightened violently as I began showering her open mouth with stream after stream of hot, sticky cum. Tara closed her eyes and moaned with satisfaction as she felt the warm liquid spattering her waiting tongue. Clutching my twitching cock, I squeezed out a final drop as she opened her eyes and pulled her cum covered tongue back into her mouth, swallowing her second load of the evening.
"Mmmm," she purred softly, licking her lips as she reached out to grab my dick. "Did I mention how much I love your cum?"
"I seem to remember something along those lines," I answered as she pressed her soft lips against the flushed head of my wilting cock and sucking any remaining droplets into her mouth.
Unable to cope with the increased post-climax sensitivity, I pulled away from Tara's smiling mouth and collapsed onto the bed in a flushed, panting heap.
"I'm actually surprised," I said, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead as she crawled up beside me. "You only had two orgasms that entire time. You used to be able to have five or six at once."
"Well," she said, sitting up on the bed. "I guess I'm just taking my time. After all, we have all night."
I laughed, my chest still heaving from the marathon session we had just completed.
"I don't know if I'll be able to go all night," I warned, taking a deep breath and letting it out in an exaggerated sigh. "I'm pretty spent."
"Well, you better grab another drink then champ," Tara said with a smile. Because we have eight years to make up for."
I shook my head, astounded at my ex's sexual insatiability.
"Where are you going?" I asked, watching her walking across the room with a satisfied saunter.
"I'm going to have a shower," she stated without turning back. "You're welcome to join me if you like."
As she reached the bathroom door, Tara stopped and threw me a suggestive glance over her shoulder.
"Someone's been a very dirty girl."
The End |
19 | 90 Seconds of Lust | androgyne30 | Anal | 2006-06-10 | 2006-06-10 | 2022-01-08 09:36:49 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/90-seconds-of-lust | 90 seconds of lust in an elevator. | ['Anal Public', 'Elevator', 'Public Anal', 'Quickie', 'Second Person Pov'] | 4.06 | We walked into the elevator with a crowd of other people heading to the theater on the fifth floor. You stood in front of me, and I could smell your hair. I moved my face closer, noticing your luscious bare shoulder, and neck, and had to bite my tongue to stop from sinking my teeth into your flesh. I breathed the scent of your hair in deeply, and my cock surged and began to press against my jeans hard.
Everyone's eyes were glued to the numbers as we went up floor by floor, and I said to myself, 'Fuck it,' and slid my hand up over the waist band of your jeans, and slowly down towards your ass. You stiffened, and gasped—but quickly muffled it so that no one would notice. My fingers moved down into the groove of your ass, and I slid my little finger into you, and you pressed back against me hard so that I was pinned to the wall.
You grabbed my cock through my jeans with an iron grip, and I pushed my fingers further into the back of your jeans almost up to my elbow. I pushed my thumb steadily into your wet crack . . . and then the doors of the elevator opened . . .
The elevator quickly emptied out, and I yanked my hand out of your pants. You began to walk towards the opening of the elevator, but I put my left hand, my thumb still hot and slick with your juice, on your shoulder and stopped you, and I pressed the button for the twelfth floor with my right.
Some people tried to enter the elevator, but I shook my head and shut the doors on them. Before the doors were fully closed my lips were crushing yours, and our tongues furiously slapping each other. Our breath came in short sharp gasps, and you grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my mouth harder into yours, your tongue thrusting so far into my mouth that I felt like you were fucking my face over and over . . .
I shoved my hands up your shirt, and wrenched your bra up off your tits, and grabbed them roughly, squeezing them hard. I spun you around to face the mirrored wall of the elevator, and glanced up at the lights of the floors going by as we headed to the top floor . . . we only had seconds left before the doors would open again, and someone might get on . . .
I grabbed the front of your jeans, and practically ripped off the button getting it undone, and only half unzipped you before I was yanking your pants and g-string down. I looked up to see your eyes in the wall mirror staring at me intensely, and I spit in the palm of my hand and lubed up the head of my cock.
"Fuck me, fuck my pussy!" you said in a half-strangled voice.
"No." I said, and your eyes bulged as I spread your ass wide open, and slid the head of my cock into the opening of your ass, the tight ring of muscle yielding to the slow force of my entry.
"Do it, fuck my ass! Fuck it!" You said violently, and I rammed my cock all the way past the ring of muscle that guarded the entrance, burying my cock deep inside you.
I began thrusting my hips so hard that the sounds of my hips striking your ass echoed around the elevator. Your ass sucked greedily at my cock, swallowing it to the hilt with every thrust. The slick smooth pressure of your ass gripping my cock pushed me to the brink of coming, and I grabbed one of your tits with my left hand, while my right hand rubbed your soaking clit in vicious circles—
And you came. Hard. The second your ass started pulsing around my cock with the power of your orgasm, I took my soaking wet fingers from your clit and shoved two of them into your mouth, making you suck on your juices as I pulled your head back to my face.
I thrust even harder into your ass, as another orgasm wracked your entire body with a violent shuddering release, my mouth sucking furiously on your neck, my fingers fucking your mouth as you sucked on them, lost in the moment—and then I was cumming inside your ass. I could feel my cum jetting deep inside you, and you began whimpering incoherently as I moaned hard into the flesh of your neck, biting and sucking at the same time, lost in the taste of your flesh . . .
And then the bell rang, and the doors opened—to an empty hallway. Shocked, we quickly separated, my cock slipping out of your ass, cum sliding out to make a pool on the floor.
We began giggling a little hysterically, completely overwhelmed with the lust of what had just happened in the span of ninety seconds . . . and we zipped up, buttoned up, and arranged ourselves as the elevator headed back to the floor of the theater, where we exited the elevator faces flushed and sweaty, grinning like fools, and you turned to me and said,
"Let's sit in the back row . . ." And you licked your lips slowly . . . and my cock twitched, and began to get hard again . . . |
20 | 90% True | rhev | Anal | 2012-08-17 | 2013-06-17 | 2022-01-08 09:36:50 | 12 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/90-true-ch-01 | 1. I tell my wife the story of the first time I had group sex. 2. We film ourselves for her fiancee. 3. Nina, Jen, and I wait for Rich. 4. I hook up with a friend. 5. The aftermath of Keri's party. 6. Rumors and discussions. 7. Sex in the back of the car leads to a 4some. 8. Heather gets a second chance at her first time. 9. How Jen lost her anal virginity. 10. I make a promise, then the 4 of us play a game. 11. Anal with Nina while her sister watches. 12. Sex with Keri leads to some questions. | ['18-Year-Old', 'Anal First Time', 'Anal Virgin', 'Camping', 'Foreplay', 'Nature', 'Outdoors', 'Skinny Dipping'] | 4.59 | **Chapter 1 -- My first threesome**
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Author's note: The name of this story is 90% true. The reason for this is because I'm going to tell stories of my youth. These aren't works of fiction but events that actually happened to me in my youth. I've changed the names of people and places, but what follows is pretty much all true. I'm giving myself a 10% buffer for fiction that way I can try to tell you a good story. Any details that I can remember, good or bad, I'll try to be truthful to; the 10% leeway will allow me to fill in gaps in my memory. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story.
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"I want to hear the whole story though," My wife, Ann, said as she lightly rubbed her pussy lips, still swollen and wet from the sex we just had.
I sighed and put my hands behind my head, "You're really kind of a voyeur sweety, you know that?"
Ann bit her bottom lip and grinned . She nodded her head and said, "Don't forget, I'm a pervert too. One of the reasons you married me.
I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath. The air in the bedroom was warm from our love making, and I could tell she wanted a second round. But I needed a little while to recover, I wasn't a young man anymore. That's why she wanted me to tell her a torrid story of my past sexual exploits.
I had married Ann a few years ago, and we were still very much in love. Our sex life had slowed down a little bit, but was still very hot and heavy. It didn't hurt that we were two attractive and horny people with great sexual chemistry.
She liked watching porn, especially during sex, and loved hearing dirty stories from my past. It made her very hot and horny. She knew my preference for multiple partner porn and knew it came from a very early sexual experience I'd had. So she'd asked me to clarify the story.
"All right, I'll tell you the story," I consented, settling onto the bed more comfortably to tell her the tale. "Now remember, this was right in the middle of the nineties. Porn was still on VHS, not my computer. While cell phones were around, we didn't have them yet in my social circle."
"Yes yes," Ann interrupted me, "You'd just defeated the last dinosaur and invented the wheel, I get it." I was a few years older then Ann, she was just getting close to thirty whereas I was in my mid thirties. Apparently she thought that I brought up the few years age difference too often.
Undaunted, I continued my story. "Well, okay, remember that I was with Jen, my very first serious girlfriend. We had started dating when we were both sixteen, and had been together for over a year and a half. The story begins late at night on New Years Eve, and continued on into the very few first hours of nineteen ninety-six. I had just turned eighteen a month ago; and Jen (a New Year's Baby) was turning 18 that night."
She was having a combination New Years Eve and eighteenth birthday party, rolled into one. The two of us had been having sex for a while, and were each other's first partner. Until that night, neither of us had ever had sex with someone else. I still remember how cold it was that night...."
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"Fuck it's cold out," eighteen year old me said stomping the snow off my sneakers as I came into Jen's house. I quickly stripped out of the heavy winter clothing that was sprinkled with snow just from my walk up her driveway. I took my time in the small hallway of her parents house.
I was a big guy at six foot four inches tall and broad. I was in great shape, and I loved casual sports. I was huge on swimming and skiing as well as roller-blading and rock climbing. I never got into the team sports, and though I was on the cross country track team at my high school, I wasn't very good...I was a little too big and gangly to really compete. But I did it because I liked it.
While I was tall, I wasn't really ripped. I had an average runner's build under a light layer of padding that everyone in my hometown of Buffalo, New York seemed to have. My heritage (a mixture of Italian, Irish, and English) showed only my Italian side, giving me the stereotypical 'tall, dark, and handsome' look. I had a very strong chin, classic roman nose, and a strong jawline that helped defined my shaved face. I was forced to shave at least every other day because of my thick black hair. Even right after I shaved, the skin on my face looked dark as if my stubble was about to burst out. Strong eyebrows sat above the deceptively delicate glasses I would wear most of the time. The wire frames may have looked out of place on my face, but once you knew me, you realized that they simply offset my otherwise rugged features. I didn't need my glasses all the time but tended to wear them usually.
Overall, most people would say that I was a fairly attractive young man. I used to get a lot of flirting from girls at my school but I was a 'good guy' and would never have cheated on my girlfriend, Jen.
Jen was a very attractive young woman herself. Tall at five foot nine, she had a long straight fall of thick brown hair, the color of dark chocolate. Her features were a mixture of broad and narrow, a holdover from her mixed heritage of Polish and Native American. She was also a casual athlete, playing basketball for her all girls high school. She always said she wasn't very good because her larger D cup breasts often got in her way.
Her part time job working as a counselor for the town children's center kept her very busy too. What fat was on her body seemed to settle in all the right places giving her a very soft appearance without anyone ever thinking that she wasn't in good shape. She came bouncing up to me, wearing a sweatshirt with her school name printed on the front.
"About time you got here Peter," she said as she crushed her body against mine in a tight hug. I felt her soft breasts press against mmy chest, and grew warm, though I was only wearing the standard jeans and t-shirt combo that was my every day garb. Pulling away from me she planted a quick kiss on my lips and said, "Almost everyone's here except you and Rich and Nina."
I nodded, "They were right behind me on the highway. Rich and I stopped off at a bar before we went to the liquor store. That's why we're a little late." Rich was a few years older then most of our group, having had just celebrated his twenty first birthday that summer. I had a fake ID myself, but almost never got proofed. I cut a large and imposing figure, and already had a few streaks of grey in my otherwise thick black hair. It was weird when I started to go grey as fourteen year old, but at eighteen I had decided to embrace it. I certainly didn't mind when Rich would get proofed and I didn't at the liquor stores.
With that we heard the sound of snow crunching under the wheels of Rich's station wagon as he pulled into the driveway. "That's them now," I said with a smile, grabbing my jacket. "I've still got my shoes on, I'll go help them unload." I grinned, knowing exactly how much booze we had brought for tonight's party.
Rich was a good guy. Average height and build, with sandy blonde hair cropped in a short buzz cut. He used to be a bit doughy, but had just completed his basic training in the Marines a little while ago and that had cut out a lot of the fat from body.
His fiancée Nina was a real looker. Short and curvy, she was your typical cute Buffalo teenager. A few months older then me, she went to the same private school as Jen and her friends. Nina was a pretty blonde with deep blue eyes that were almost grey. Her skin was very light and she tried to keep it that way, claiming that she burned like a french fry if she were in the sun for more than thirty seconds. She filled out a sweater well and was very flirty and touchy all the time. Something that drove the girls at her school nuts, but that all of the guys in our social circle didn't mind in the least. The three of us carried in six bags of wine coolers, beer, and hard liquor. Our assembled friends cheered as we pulled each item from the bags, guaranteeing that this party would be a night to remember.
Jen's parents had given her a very unique present for her eighteenth birthday. Normally, every year Jen, her sister, and her parents drove down to Ohio to stay with family for New Years. But this year they had agreed that, as her eighteenth birthday gift, she could stay home and have a 'little party' with her friends. I'm sure they knew that we'd probably try to get some beer or something, but they had no clue we would nearly fill the counter top in their kitchen.
The evening progressed in a pretty typical fashion as you'd expect with a bunch of high school seniors that have access to way too much booze. Thankfully we had enough people who were willing to stay sober enough to drive most of the people home at the end of the night after the ball drop. I had planned on spending the night of course. Jen needed her birthday spankings and had challenged me to give her eighteen birthday orgasms before I left. She was multi orgasmic, but even so, I knew eighteen was a huge number to try to contend with. Rich and Nina were also planning on spending the night, and another couple who were good friends were planning on crashing on the couch in the upstairs den.
Jen's parents house was small, with two bedrooms downstairs, the master bedroom and Jen's bedroom, plus a small den and her sister's small bedroom upstairs A living room, kitchen, and single bathroom rounded it out. There was an unfinished basement, but I literally never went down there the entire time I knew her.
So the party progressed, and the little house started to get very hot with all the people. We all got pretty drunk, and I don't remember the exact sequence of events, but it went something like this: By 10pm we had the heat shut off. By 11 we had several windows cracked open blowing in freezing cold air to try to cool down the sweltering house. By the time the ball dropped at midnight, in our drunken logic, someone had decided it would just be a good idea if everyone stripped down to their underwear. Since almost everyone at the party was a couple, things got a little raunchy. Thankfully the only two single people at the party didn't seem to mind getting a little closer to each other as everyone else took liberties with their partners.
It was around twelve thirty when the first really odd thing happened. While Nina had been flirting with me, I hadn't thought much of it. But as some of the people started to leave, she started getting bolder. She started rolling down the lacy edge of her pushup bra, exposing the light pink caps of her areola, and then asking if I wanted to do body shots.
Of course I did, and everyone laughed as Nina grabbed my head and smothered me with her breasts when I went to do it. I don't think that everyone who was laughing saw that she had also grabbed my hand and pressed it against the lacy panties she was wearing. I remember feeling amazed by damp they were, and embarrassed that she was literally rubbing my hand across her pussy with only a light layer of fabric between my hand and her sex. When she let me up, however she acted like it hadn't happened and was laughing along with everyone else. I decided that maybe it was just an accident and to say nothing about it.
About an hour later she made her next move. She was quite obviously drunk, but so was almost everyone else. As people were leaving she pulled me aside and asked me for my help. I didn't know what she wanted, but my girlfriend was busy saying goodbye to people that were leaving, and Rich was nowhere to be seen. The other couple spending the night had already gone upstairs to Jen's sister's bedroom, and we could hear the sound of a headboard banging against the wall.
"What can I help you with Nina?" I said as I gazed at her now naked breasts. At some point she'd taken off her bra and was clad only in lacy purple panties. I'm sure if I had been a little less drunk; my cock would have been tenting my boxers as I looked at her full breasts, capped with pale pink areola and tight, hard nipples.
"I am shooo drunk," she said slurring her words, "But I need to go to the bathroom. But I need help. I'mma fall over fif I dun get help." I looked around for Jen, but she was still standing near the front door in her thong and bra, talking to our friends who were getting ready to leave.
"I'll go get Jen," I offered, but Nina shook her head violently.
"No, I gotta go now, can't wait." With that she grabbed my wrist and yanked me down the hall towards the bathroom. I looked around, hoping to spot Rich, or that Jen might turn and see me. But it was a small house and in a moment we were in the bathroom. She pulled me in and then reached past me to shut the door and lock it. As she reached past me, she leaned right into me. Her bare breasts brushed against my chest and abdomen, and she looked up at me as the lock clicked. I could feel her leaning into me, holding that pose for a moment, then another, then she smiled and placing her hands on my hips stood up. I realized she was smiling as my cock twitched, beginning to swell slightly. My plain grey boxer shorts did nothing to hide that from her.
She held the grin as she hooked her thumbs into her lacy purple panties. I turned around and faced the door. I don't know how I got here, but she laughed as she stripped off the last bit of clothing from her body. I heard a crash and turned just enough to see out of the corner of my eye that she had half fallen onto the toilet. "I'm not kidding," she said slurring her words less, "I really do need your help. Come stand in front of me so I can hold onto you."
I was still to embarrassed to face her, so as she settled herself on the toilet, I let my hands go behind my back to hold her hands. With a flash of insight however I leaned forwards and turned on the water in the bathtub I pulled up on the shower valve to get the shower going. I figured that would provide enough sound to mask what was about to happen behind me. I really had no urge to listen to her pee. I felt her hands grasp mine as her body wavered back and forth. She really did seem to need the support. I couldn't plug my ears, but I hummed a tune loudly enough that between the shower running, I didn't hear her until she let go with one hand and flushed the toilet. I leaned forwards, thinking I'd pull her to her feet without looking.
But then Nina stood and surged forwards, falling into me. The two of us crashed through the shower curtain into the shower. She fell atop me as I threw my hands out to catch my fall. I managed to avoid too bad of a tumble into the wet shower, but with her body weight on top of mine, it was unavoidable. I turned and tried to catch myself as I fell and ended up in the shower with my legs over the edge of the tub, feet sticking out awkwardly. Nina fell down on top of me, warm shower water pelting and soaking us both. She turned and knelt in the tub, her arms still pressing my body down into the tub. I couldn't move in this awkward position. I was too drunk and her weight combined with my total lack of leverage, meant I was stuck for the moment.
She looked at me as water began plastering her blonde hair to her head. Then she leaned forward and her mouth found mine. Before I knew what was happening her tongue was in my mouth. I struggled weakly, unable to find purchase in the wet tub with this naked woman above me. Feeling guilty as the kiss dragged on for several moments, as if I were cheating on my girlfriend in her own house, I couldn't stop my cock from growing turgid inside my soaking wet shorts.
I thank my Italian heritage for my physique. I know I'm not a porn star or anything, but Jen always seemed to enjoy my cock. When fully hard I was a little over seven inches long and fairly thick around. I honestly didn't have a lot of comparison at that point in my life, as I had only just started buying pornography in the last month since I turned eighteen. But Nina's hand found it's way inside the gap on the front of my boxers and fished out my hardening cock and wrapped her fingers around it.
She let out a small gasp and that was when I came to my drunken senses. "No, Nina, this isn't right." I said. "You're engaged to my good friend, you don't want to cheat on him."
She rubbed her body against mine and moaned softly, "It's not cheating, he said I could fuck you." I could feel her other hand had reached between us and was rubbing her pussy in the spray from the shower.
"Well," I reasoned as my now rock hard dick begged me to shut up, "I'm not willing to cheat on Jen, so you can forget it."
She opened her mouth to draw breath, but it was just then that there was a knock on the door. It was my buddy Rich's voice on the other side. "Uh, the door's locked Nina," he said to his fiancée, who was laying soaking wet above me fingering herself as she pressed into me.
"Nnnnn hunnnn," she said biting her lip as the soft sounds of her masturbation hit my ears. My cock lept at the noise, which I could hear despite the water of the shower pounding down around us.
Summoning the last of my willpower, I pushed Nina gently but firmly off me and said, "No Nina, it's not right." Rolling away from her, and somehow sliding out from beneath her, she pouted.
"Okay, help me up then," she said as she reached for me. I pulled myself out of the tub and shut off the shower. Then I turned, and despite my rock hard prick sticking out of the gap in my shorts, reached down to help her up. She reached for me, and then as I put her arm around my neck to lift her to her feet, she pressed her two fingers to my lips. The smell of her arousal hit me hard. Her fingers were coated with slick, clear fluid and not only did the smell hit my nose, but she wiped her fingers across my lips, smearing her cunny juice on me. My cock again twitched, and all I could think was that my girlfriend Jen must have told Nina how much I love eating her out, that the number one thing that gets me going is the smell of her pussy.
I looked down and tried to compose myself. But even that was a mistake. As I looked down I looked right at the source of that delicious smell and taste. Her pussy was slick, though it was hard to tell where her arousal ended and the water from the shower began. She had a closely cropped V shape of pubic hair above her mound. I saw dewy drops of water nestling in the blonde curls that formed the V shaped wedge pointing down directly towards her puffy pink slit. Jen and I often would have great sex after I shaved her mons bald, and I wondered if Rich likewise shaved Nina's pubes for her.
Rich again called through the door, "Nina?"
Nina pushed the two cum slicked fingers into her mouth and licked them and then whispered to me, "He really wouldn't mind if you bent me over the sink right now and fucked me you know." I was so horny at this point that I didn't realize that her slurring was completely gone. I simply shook my head "no" repeatedly, and reached into the linen closet for two large towels. Handing one to her before kicking off my soaking wet boxers and wrapping the other about my waist.
I reached over and unlocked the door to the bathroom, mentally preparing myself for a punch to the jaw. I was firmly convinced that when my friend, a marine, saw what was going on in here, I was going to lose at least one tooth. He opened the door and looked quite disappointed. He looked at me then at Nina then back to me before asking Nina, "Already? I said don't lock the door!"
I was ready to explain, but Nina spoke up first, "No babe, he won't fuck me. He said he can't because we're engaged."
Rich grinned at me, and I realized then that he had a tent in his boxer shorts. He shook his head and said, "Pete, Pete, Pete... Look man, you have my permission. Hell, I want you to, I just want to watch."
I don't know if it was the booze I had drank, the stifling heat in the house, or just the weirdness of the whole situation, but my brain couldn't process what was going on. My friend wanted me to fuck his fiancée? I'd only had sex with Jen, wouldn't that be wrong? People didn't sleep with their friend's fiancées, right? They certainly didn't do it while the friend watched. Or did they?
I shook my head and realized there was more to this then Nina, Rich, and Myself. I shook my head,"I can't, I won't cheat on Jen."
Then from behind Rich, I heard Jen's voice. I looked beyond to see her in the hallway, still in her black bra and thong panties. Her voice was soft and I realized that the headboard banging from upstairs had stopped. Our friends must have finished fucking. So I had no problem hearing the soft sultry tone of my girlfriend's voice as she said, "Go for it Pete. It's not cheating, I want you to fuck her."
My mind was officially blown. My girlfriend, my friend, and his fiancee Nina, all apparently wanted me to fuck Nina. I couldn't deal with it and pushed past Rich. I did the only thing I could and quickly hustled down the hallway. It felt like the hallway was lurching to the side but I made it to the front door and stepped out, wearing nothing but a towel about my waist. My bare wet feet crunched down into the snow on the porch and sent an electric shock of freezing cold roaring along my nerves. My entire body broke out in goose flesh immediately as my wet skin felt the ice cold air outside. I felt the fog on my brain lift a little bit and the haze of alcohol and arousal lessen. My cock quickly shrunk from the chill.
A few moments later Jen opened the door and yelled at me, "Peter, get back inside, you're going to freeze to death. You're soaking wet. Are you insane?" I didn't trust myself to answer. Was I insane? A hot blonde wants me to fuck her, and I've got the OK from anyone else who would matter, and I'm saying no?
Then Rich reached out the door and grabbed my shoulder. With his powerful build he didn't have to struggle too hard to pull me back inside the house. I turned and looked at the trio in front of me. Jen, her athletic body clad only in a black bra and thong, was glaring at me. I suppose for going outside wet and basically naked. Rich, clad only in his boxers, which were tented outwards had his hands on his hips in annoyance. Then behind them, Nina, naked and using the towel I gave her to dry off her hair. One part of my brain registered clearly, 'this is an image you will never forget for the rest of your life.'
"Look," I said, unsure of what was going on, but wanting to buy some time to think, "Let me talk to Jen in private okay?"
Rich nodded, and Jen and I went into her bedroom. I shut the door, and was about to ask what the hell was going on when Jen attacked me first. "Are you fucking crazy Pete?" she practically yelled, "It's three degrees below zero out there and you go outside naked, barefoot, and wet?"
I wasn't ready for the attack and weakly offered, "I had a towel." I pointed to the towel still wrapped about my waist as if trying to prove my point. "I needed some fresh air... I have no idea what's going on."
Jen still had a look of anger on her face, but I sensed that it was at least partially acting. "I'll tell you the story, but you're going to eat my pussy and then give me the first of my birthday orgasms while I tell you." Her tone said that there was no debating this point. Usually in our relationship I was the more dominant sexually, but this wasn't the time to argue. She sat on the edge of her bed and pulled the thong of her panties aside. Pointing at her slightly swollen slit, shaved bald of hair, she silently commanded.
I was so horny that I didn't mind. For me, going down on Jen was always a precursor to some great sex. As I lowered my mouth to her slit, I found that she was already slightly aroused. She wrapped her fingers in my thick hair and told me what was going on.
"Rich is getting shipped out in a week or so," she said, telling me information I already knew. But then she told me a tale that I didn't know. "Well, as you know, he proposed to Nina last month, and she said yes. But she was a virgin before she met Rich, and she's worried that she's going to miss out on something."
I pulled my face from her snatch and asked, "Why would she be worried about that?"
Jen pushed my face back down to her sex and moaned as she answered, "Well, us girls at school talk about our boyfriends, and I think she's jealous. She makes me tell her everything about our sex life."
My mind reeled. Jen and I were virgins when we met, and had only slept with each other, but she was very submissive normally and gave into my every perverted demand. I'd fucked her throat in a mens room at a supermarket. She'd masturbated with a butt plug in her ass while we drove for an hour to my grandmothers. She'd let me blow my loads anywhere in or on her that I wanted, anytime. But most of all, Jen was an anal addict. She loved having her ass licked, toyed with, and fucked. She claimed she liked it more then 'normal sex' or as she sometimes said, 'boring sex.'
I couldn't help but wonder if she'd told Nina about the time that she and I had anal sex in the back seat of her mother's car, while her mother went into a store to pay some bills. Or, how she'd stuffed her panties up her own ass, and plugged up all the cum I blew into her, minutes before her mom came out of the store. Or, how she kept those panties half up her ass for several hours as we ran errands with her mom. Or, how at the end of the day she showed me they were still in place, just before pulling them out and pressing them into her mouth, using them as a gag, and making me fuck her ass again in her upstairs den, while her parents watched TV downstairs.
As I had that thought, I hooked my elbows under her knees, and lifted her up to lick her asshole. She squealed with delight, but kept telling me her story. "Well, Nina said yes when Rich asked to marry her, but the sex isn't anywhere near as good as ours I guess. She said she's worried that if they get married and she's never been with anyone else, that she'll be tempted to cheat on Rich while he's overseas."
I stopped licking Jen's pussy and looked up, my lips and chin now coated with her slick juices., and asked, "So she thinks if she fucks me, she'll get it out of her system?"
Jen nodded and added, "Well that.... hey, I haven't cum yet, keep licking!"
I dutifully returned my attention to her pussy as my cock throbbed and she finished her story. "But there's another side to the story. Apparently Rich isn't the greatest lover, because he really gets off on watching other people. In fact, he was upstairs watching Michelle and Ken. I don't know what kind of deal they worked out, but whatever. So he came to me and asked me if Nina could fuck you, and he could watch. At first I wasn't sure about it, but then he started telling me how fucking hot it is to watch, and we decided that you would fuck Nina while we got to watch."
As Jen told the story, I had focused my attentions on making her cum. As she finished the last sentence I slid a spit slicked finger into her asshole as my mouth focused on her clit. Anything else to the story was lost as she grabbed my hair with one hand and the bed with the other. Her moans and pants got loud and she came, her juices flowing freely from her pussy to coat my chin.
I pulled back and looked at her as she rode the wave of her first birthday orgasm. "I don't know," I said, "It somehow still seems wrong. Like Nina and I would be cheating."
She shook her head no, but it was a voice from behind that got my attention. Rich was standing there behind me. He and Nina had been watching us apparently. "No Pete," he said, "You'd be doing me a favor. This way I won't have to worry about her cheating on me while I'm on my boat."
Nina was grinning like a cat who ate the canary. She had gone to Jen's desk and opened the middle drawer, the one with all our sex toys. Apparently Jen had told Nina about that too. I was about to protest again but Rich held out his pager. "Look, it doesn't matter, I got a call. I gotta get to the firehouse." Rich was a volunteer fireman and if he got a call it meant he had to go right then, leaving Nina with us.
"You can't drive," I protested, "We've all been drinking all night long."
Jen and Rich both laughed. "Pete, I've had 3 beers in the last five hours. Every time you were doing shots, I was just 'shooting' water, not vodka."
I looked at Jen as if it were a trick. She nodded her head. "Yup Nina and I have been drinking too, but we never did any shots. Of the four of us, you're probably the only one that's even got a buzz on anymore."
Nina shrugged and finally spoke, "I'm still a teeny bit tipsy." I realized then that the slur in her speech from earlier was gone. She'd been putting me on! She wasn't drunk at all. She didn't need my help in the bathroom.
I felt foolish but couldn't think of what to say. Rich grabbed a pile of clothing from the floor where he'd left it and began getting dressed. As he left the bedroom he said, "Remember Pete, you'd be doing me a favor." He left the bedroom and I was there with two beautiful women. Jen slid her thong down off her hips and said, "Come on Pete, why don't you fuck Nina, I'll just watch and play with myself?"
Nina, her skin still damp and glowing turned and lit a candle before turning off the bedroom's overhead light. I stuttered as I watched the blonde light a second candle, "I don't know Jen, I just can't, it would be wrong to have sex without you." My cock was raging hard and I felt a drop of precum run down my engorged shaft.
Jen chuckled, her dark hair creating a cave around her face as she said, "Did you hear that Nina, I guess that means I have to join you two."
Nina clapped her hands, "Yay," she said bouncing, her heavy tits swaying with her. "But I really want to try out his tongue that you told me so much about." She said pointing to me as I knelt on the floor in front of Jen, still stunned at what was happening.
Jen nodded and stood up, gesturing to the edge of the bed that she had just vacated. Nina quickly sat in front of me. Her swollen and slick pussy lips inches from my face. That tantalizing V of pubic hair pointing down at what I knew I wanted to taste. Yet I still hesitated. I didn't say anything but my hesitation was obvious. Jen moved behind me, and knelt on the floor. She leaned forward and I turned my head to kiss her. My lips smeared her cum across her face and she moaned softly. Then, breaking the kiss, she grabbed my head and turned it toward Nina.
There was no more fighting it. My will was gone and I gave in. My mouth closed gently over Nina's swollen pussy lips and I began kissing them as I had done only minutes before to Jen. Jen leaned into me and I could feel the silky satin of her bra pressing into my back as she leaned her head against my back. Her hands went around my hips and stroked my turgid cock.
In moments Nina was moaning and gripping the bed tightly, already in the throws of her bliss. "Give her at least two," My girlfriend whispered to me as I brought the blonde woman to a thundering orgasm.
Jen's hand stroked me quickly as Nina came and I couldn't hold back. I felt my cock twitch and spray out, coating Jen's hand and dribbiling down to the floor beneath me. She milked my cock with several pumps, then gripped the base of my cock tightly. She squeezed hard, knowing that if she held my dick like this for long enough, I'd stay hard.
I kept lightly licking Nina's pussy. Giving her just enough to stay aroused, but not so much that it overwhelmed her with her orgasm. Jen spoke up, "You'll have to kiss him after he's done Nina, you'll love the taste of your own cum on his lips." Jen laughed and licked her lips, "I know I do."
Nina, enjoying the feel of my tongue bringing her back upwards towards another peak said with a deep lusty voice, "Well, why don't you let me taste you myself then?"
I felt Jen stiffen slightly, and her voice was quiet, "Are you saying you want...."
Nina cried out as my tongue began hitting her clit again, "Yes damnit Jen, we've talked about it, don't make me think about it."
With that I felt Jen leave me and move over to the bed. The bedsprings creaked as she knelt with her knees on either side of Nina's head. Then she lowered herself down. The soft sounds of Nina's tentative licks reached my ears and my cock throbbed again. Here I was licking the pussy of a friend's fiancée, as she ate my girlfriend's pussy.
I don't know how long that went on for, but I do know that I pushed Nina past her second orgasm and onto a third and then a fourth. Jen likewise moaned and groaned through multiple orgasms before finally Nina tapped her thigh and moaned, "Oh god, I can't take it anymore, can you please fuck me now Pete?"
Jen rolled off Nina's face, a long trail of girl jizz and saliva trailing from her bald sex to Nina's lips. She flopped onto the bed next to the blonde and nodded at me. Any concerns I may have had earlier about cheating, or the morality of this, were now gone. I leaned up on my knees and pulled Nina's hips toward me a little more, pulling her off the bed slightly. I stood up and lined the swollen head of my cock up with her slick cunny. She bucked her hips, aching to be filled, and I paused only long enough to look at my girlfriend. "I love you," I mouthed to her silently. She nodded as she wrapped one arm around Nina's neck to hold the woman while she toyed with one dark nipple with her other hand. She must have finally removed her bra at some point.
With Jen's nod of approval I pushed forwards, the flared head of my cock stretching Nina open as I plunged into her. "Holy fuck, Pete," she said, "You're bigger then I'm used too." True enough, despite all the foreplay and oral attentions as well as multiple orgasms, Nina's pussy clenched my cock and squeezed in a amazingly tight grip as I slowly pushed into her. It took several strokes back and forth to work my cock into her tight cunny. I looked up to see Jen sucking on one of Nina's nipples and I began sliding my hips back and forth. Nina began moaning louder and louder and swearing softly, "Holy shit, holy fuck, I can't... holy shit..." she babbled.
Jen lifted her head and said to me, "I think this is going to be the big one baby." Then Jen's hand sneaked down to rub at Nina's clit as my thick cock pistoned into her, faster and faster.
Nina gripped the covers on the bed, then turned her head and pulled the covers into her mouth. Then with her mouth full, she began to scream through the gag as a massive orgasm overtook her. I kept pumping and pushed her over the edge. Her ass lifted up off the edge of the bed and her back arched violently as she came. But then something happened I'd never seen before. A thin jet of girl cum splattered against my pubes as she thrashed below me. My cock and balls were quickly soaked as Nina's body gushed. I was shocked, I'd never even heard of this before and part of me wondered if she had just urinated. The thought distracted me and I lost my rhythm. I started to ask "Did you jus..."
Jen quickly interrupted me though and said, "No baby, it's all good, don't stop until she pulls away from you." So I rebuilt my rhythm and fucked her hard for several more moments as her pussy continued to spray my body with jets of clear hot liquid. Finally she pulled away from me, quickly, almost violently, and curled up into a ball on the bed as she shook and trembled.
My cock ached with pent up desire and bounced angrily, wetly, in the air. Jen saw it and turned, rising up on her hands and knees. She leaned forwards, pressing her face into the bed and then reached back, spreading her ass cheeks. Her wet cunny dripped juices from deep within as well as the blonde woman's saliva, but Jen wasn't showing me the way to her soft velvety pussy. Her fingers were right against her tight puckered ass as she pulled her athletic cheeks apart. She looked back at me and said only two words, "Hard please."
I needed no explanation. I lined the slick head of my dripping wet cock up with her tight asshole and settled my hands on her hips. Knowing what she wanted, I grabbed her hips tightly and then pressed my hips forwards while pulling her hips back to me. There was a moment's resistance, then a tight squeeze as the fat head of my dick pressed past the ring of her ass. She cried out in a wail that was one part pleasure and one part pain. But the moment I stopped pressing forwards she began to press her hips back against me. She asked for it hard and I obliged. I began slamming my hips forwards, hard and fast. My dick plundering her ass while my balls bounced wetly off her sopping slit. In moments she was screaming again, but this time from an orgasm much stronger then any given to her from the oral attentions of me or the blonde, who was now watching us.
She came hard, and her asshole squeezed my dick tightly. I couldn't hold back any longer and I released, flooding her ass with my hot cream. This brought out another round of cries from her as her whole body shook with the delight of the orgasm.
After some time she calmed down long enough for me to withdraw my cock. It quickly wilted as I knelt on the floor, leaning against the bed. I felt like I couldn't move, but knew that Jen and I would have some serious cleanup to do tomorrow what with spilled and sprayed cum.
It was then that Nina moved on the bed and touched my face. She gently kissed me and ran her hand along my jaw. "Thank you Peter," she said quietly. Then looking up over my shoulder she said, "How was I sweety?"
I turned to see Rich standing in the doorway quietly. His cock out of his boxers and a spot of cum on his pants told me that he'd been watching long enough to rub one out at least. But for some reason, I just didn't care at that point. I simply asked, "Not a real call for the fire department?"
He shook his head with a smile and Jen just laughed.
I couldn't help but smile at the silliness of the whole situation, but then Jen slapped my shoulder. "Hey," she said, "I think we're going to let them sleep in here tonight. After all, you promised me 18 orgasms and I've got like fourteen more to go."
I groaned, "God, I'm going to need the help aren't I?"
\- - -
My wife Ann rode the wave of another orgasm. Her fingers pressing tightly into the swollen bud of her clit as she pressed her lips together with a moaning cry. Her other hand gripped the bedsheets tightly, pulling them up into her grasp as her back arched. Then panting she relaxed, releasing the hold on the bedsheets and allowing her fingers to cover her damp slit almost protectively.
After a few moments she relaxed and then turned to me. Almost as if she just realized I had stopped telling the story. She licked her lips and asked, "So then what? Didn't you tell me that you had a threesome relationship with someone when you were young? Was that Jen and Nina? Did Jen get all eighteen orgasms for her birthday?"
I grinned and kissed my wife, "That's another story for another day, sweety. Time for us to make our own story." I pulled her gently over to me where my revived cock throbbed angrily and awaited her touch. She didn't seem to mind waiting for the rest of the story after that.
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21 | A-Grade Student | x_knightofpassion_x | Anal | 2007-10-28 | 2007-10-28 | 2022-01-08 09:47:56 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/a-grade-student | A Professor Lucas Wainwright story. | ['18 Year Old', 'Older Man', 'Professor', 'Student', 'Younger Woman'] | 4.24 | The snow fell slowly that afternoon, drifting in flurries over the fields and forests, and settling in large, powdery drifts against the venerable buildings of the university. From his window, looking out over the manicured gardens of St. Stephen's Quad, Professor Lucas Wainwright watched the flakes whirl and settle, and he smiled. This, truly, was his favourite time of year - partly because of the snow, partly because of the imminent arrival of the long Christmas break, and partly because of the nubile eighteen-year-old girl who, at that very moment, was on her knees in front of him, eagerly sucking his prodigious cock with the sort of breathless enthusiasm one only finds in the very sweetest, ripest variety of teenage slut.
Lucas smiled contently. It was one of the perks of his job - one of the very few perks which remained in this benighted day and age - that, when the grades for the winter term were released the week before the Christmas break, a great variety of young ladies would find their way to his private office, begging him to increase their grade, or give them some much-needed tuition, or perhaps just some Professorial advice. He was only too happy to help, of course, and his price was undemanding. A blowjob, sometimes a quick, passionate fuck over his 18th-century walnut writing desk, and, as if by magic, Cs became Bs, failing students became successful, and hesitant virgins became hot-blooded nymphs.
It was everything a single man in his late forties could wish for: an endless stream of young girls, willing and able, with no strings attached.
The blonde girl who was currently paying his large cock so much loving attention was one of the new class. The girl - Lucas shook his head in wry amusement that he couldn't even remember her name, when she was whoring herself in the hope of getting a better grade - had come to his private office just after the morning's lecture, radiating sincerity and desperation in equal parts. His suggestion, couched in suitably euphemistic terms, had caused her eyes to widen, and a hesitant smile to spread across those tempting cherry-red lips. It had been a marvellous suggestion, at that - in all of his twenty years at the university, Lucas had never encountered such a talented tongue, such a natural, effortless combination of mouth and hands.
"Twenty years - and so many girls," Lucas thought warmly, casting his mind back to the many nubile bodies who had shared his quiet office with him: the moaners, the groaners, the squealers and screamers; the biters, the scratchers, the squirters; the coy virgins who spread their legs shyly and looked at his cock as if it was some potent and magical symbol of fertility, and the practised sluts who enthusiastically rode his tool for hours, grinding themselves to orgasm after orgasm; the big-titted asian student with the weak bladder who drenched herself with piss every time she came, and the quiet pig- tailed brunette who had moaned "Oh, daddy," over and over as he fucked her from behind; the mature student in her mid-thirties who had showed him pictures of her bikini-clad twin daughters as she bounced energetically on his penis, grunting every time his heavy balls slapped against the cheeks of her bottom; and now this girl, this beautiful blonde siren, this born cock-sucker.
"So many girls," he thought with a smile, "and so many memorable fucks."
The blonde girl chose that moment to interrupt his reverie. Swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, she leaned forward, sinking onto his thick erection until the tip touched the very back of her throat. Giving a particularly hard suck, she leaned back, licked her lips, and looked up at him. "Am I good, Professor?" she asked innocently.
"Oh, yes," he replied, stroking his throbbing meat, gently rubbing the drooling tip around her cherry-red lips. "You're the best, my dear, the very best."
"Does that mean you want to fuck me now?" she asked with a wicked grin.
"Well, it would be ungallant for me to refuse such a tempting offer, wouldn't it?" Lucas replied.
"Yes, it would," she said, mock-sincerely, getting to her feet and straightening her clothing. "But there is one small thing."
"And what would that be?"
"I'm a virgin, Professor Wainwright, and I want to stay a virgin until I get married."
Lucas chuckled. "Well, I quite understand, but marrying you is clearly out of the question, my dear."
"Oh no," the girl laughed. "I just meant - well, would it be alright if you did me in the bum?"
"In the bum?" Lucas repeated in surprise. "You mean, uh -"
"Anal, Professor. Would you mind fucking my bum instead of my pussy? Will I still get the better grade?"
"Well, of course, my dear, that would be quite acceptable."
The girl smiled. "Oh, I'm glad. My boyfriend complains about it, he says that my bum isn't as nice, so I have to let him do it twice as often."
"Clever boy," thought Lucas wryly, but simply nodded at the girl. "That would seem a fair compensation," he said thoughtfully.
"Oh, thank you!" the girl said happily, clasping his arm. "Where do you want me?"
"Over the desk, I think," Lucas said, unable to believe his good fortune. "I have some lubricant in the right-hand drawer, I believe. Why don't you get yourself ready for me, my dear?"
"Of course, Professor Wainwright," the girl replied. Retrieving the tube of gel, she bent elegantly over the antique desk, lifting her dress until her beautiful, round bottom came into view. Slipping her fingers into the waistband of her tight cotton panties, she tugged them down until they hung around her knees in a most fetching way. The girl smiled over her shoulder at where Lucas stood, gripping his tumescent prick, and squeezed a generous blob of lubricant gel onto her fingertips. Pulling the cheeks of her bottom apart, she began massaging the lubricant around her tiny, puckered anus. Lucas crossed the room eagerly, and knelt down behind the teenage temptress, watching her fingertips caress the tight hole.
"I'm ready, Professor Wainwright," the girl sighed. "You can fuck me now."
"My pleasure," groaned Lucas, standing up straight and grasping the girl's hip with one muscular hand. With the other, he guided the tip of his throbbing penis to her hot little hole. He rubbed the tip in a circular motion, smearing some of the gel over the thick bulb, then, with a grin of satisfaction, pressed against the girl's tight sphincter. Surprisingly, the hole remained clenched and closed. Lucas pushed harder, but to no avail. He licked the end of his index finger and stroked it around the girl's anus, then, wiggling insistently, managed to slip it past her ring. She was as tight as a virgin - tighter than most, in truth. And yet she claimed to be fucked anally on a regular basis...
"Does your boyfriend have a large penis, my dear?" asked Lucas casually.
"Oh, yes!" the girl moaned. "It's not as big as yours, but it's at least three inches long."
Lucas almost laughed aloud. "He's your first boyfriend, isn't he?"
"Well, yes - how did you know?"
"It doesn't matter, darling. Hand me the tube of lubricant, will you? I might need a little extra help."
The girl handed the tube back wordlessly, and, with an appraising glance at the near-virgin hole, Lucas squeezed a large amount onto his fingers. Bending down, his face scant inches from her most intimate areas, Lucas pressed his index finger into her vice-like hole, up to the first knuckle. "Oh, that feels good," the girl moaned. "I love it when you fuck me, Professor."
"You will," promised Lucas silently. "You'll never have felt anything like it."
Grinning wickedly, he pushed the finger deeper into the girl's willing anus, up to the second knuckle. He swirled the tip around in the hot, moist confines of her lubricated ass, then withdrew slightly, and added the tip of a second finger. The girl's response was exactly what he expected.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Oh, you're stretching me, Professor Wainwright! What are you doing?"
Lucas pulled his fingers free of her vice-like ass with an audible pop. "I'm just preparing you, my dear. Are you ready?"
"I guess so," the girl said nervously, wiggling her bottom.
"It might be a little uncomfortable at first," warned Lucas disingenuously, slapping his meaty prick against her rosebud hole, then touching the head against it, ready to thrust into her. He grasped her hips firmly, and, with a groan of pleasure, pulled her back onto him, the bulbous head of his prick popping past her unstretched ring. The blonde girl gasped in surprise and alarm, and tried to move, seeking a more comfortable position. All at once, her feet slipped on the hand-woven carpet, her stomach hit the edge of the desk, and her ass sank all the way onto Lucas' throbbing cock.
"Oh my God!" the girl shrieked. "Get it out, get it out!"
To his credit, Lucas tried to withdraw, but the girl's anus had clenched around his thick shaft, and, to his shock aad amazement, he found he could not move. The girl's ass held him like a fist, strong contractions running up and down his cock as the girl's body tried to deal with the alien intruder. "Oh my God," she wailed again, slapping her hands against the age-worn wood of the desk. "You're too - oh, fuck!" She threw her head back and hissed in pain, her fingers clawing at the desk. Lucas could see hot tears running down her face.
"Try and relax, my dear, I'll pull out," he said, shocked by the intensity of her reaction.
"Too fu- oh, too fucking big," the girl whispered, giving no sign that she had even heard his words. "Too big, too deep, too fucking - oh, too fucking good!" Without warning, her ass tightened even further, causing Lucas to grit his teeth in pain. Her body began to tremble, her eyes tightly closed, her body pushing back against his as hard as she could, swallowing the last quarter- inch of his prodigious penis in her eager, vice-like ass. "Oh, God," the girl moaned. "Oh, fucking God." For a long moment she was perfectly still - then, with a piercing scream of pure pleasure, her body exploded into orgasm. She rocked backwards and forwards on his cock, moving only an inch or two in each direction, keeping the throbbing head of his cock buried deep within her, her head thrashing from side to side, her fingernails scratching deep into the veneer of the desk, her cherry-red lips twisted in an expression of pure, desperate lust.
It was all Lucas could do to stop himself from crying out in pain, so vicious were the contractions that squeezed and kneaded his penis. The girl's orgasm seemed to go on and on, each backward thrust harder and more savage, devouring more and more of Lucas' slick shaft. He was dimly aware of a deep burning in his heavy balls, and could dimly feel generous spurts of sticky jism flooding up inside her. He hissed in pleasure as the girl's amazing muscles milked every last salty drop from his heavy balls. She rode him harder for a few minutes more, enjoying the dying glow of her orgasm, then, finally and ecstatically, allowed his softening cock to slip from her, letting a torrent of his thick, sticky spunk run down the back of her thighs. Breathless and overwhelmed, Lucas allowed his legs to sag, and sat down hard on the carpet, panting with pleasure.
The blonde girl lay flat on the desk, breathing hard, the last echoes of her titanic orgasm shuddering through her body, then slowly pushed herself backwards and half-fell, half-slid onto the carpeted floor, next to where Lucas lay panting.
"Well, Professor," the girl said with a weak smile, pushing her hair away from her sweaty face. "Do I get the A?"
"Any time you like, my dear," said Lucas sincerely, staring down at her perfect, wanton body and wrapping his arms around her protectively. "Any time you like." |
22 | A.O.O.A. Anal Only Or Almost | celesteandjim | Anal | 2016-03-06 | 2016-03-06 | 2022-01-08 09:47:57 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/a-o-o-a-anal-only-or-almost | Six women talk about anal sex | ['Anal', 'Lesbian', 'Penis', 'Plugs', 'Toys'] | null | _(With the exception of names, this is a real group of six women who meet regularly to discuss anal sex. We all live in the Boston metropolitan area.)_
About a year ago I joined an unusual club, but one that has a lot of potential. We are six women who call ourselves A.O.O.A., an acronym for Anal Only or Almost. We came together without really intended to. It was a typical friend knows a friend kind of thing, but now we meet five or six times a year in a conference room at the local library for what we have signed up for as a "Woman's Study Group." NO MEN ALLOWED and members are pledged to tell the truth at all times.
Actually, it might be more accurate to describe ourselves as a support group because we're dedicated to anal sex. With very few exceptions, that's all we do with our husbands/partners (from now on I'm going to call them partners) because we know a secret: If you're doing it right, anal sex gives a woman two or three times more pleasure than vaginal sex. We're a support group because this is an addiction for us; we can't live without it.
One of our members, Jenny, says "It feels so good that I just fantasize about Sam's dick in my ass and when I see him after work and want to rip his clothes off and have him fuck me." She also says it's embarrassing to be totally anal because so few women are, or admit they are but so many more would be if they knew our secrets. She thinks that women aren't really afraid of anal sex because of the pain, but for a very different reason. She says that women sense that anal sex could be an out of control situation for them and they don't want to risk what could happen to them if they lose control of their bodies.
She's not wrong about losing control; it happens all the time, but doesn't have to worry so much knowing that other women are just like her. We have an addiction, but don't want to be cured. We want to get together to share experiences and reassure each other that it's all right to feel so good.
Since I'm the oldest and have contributed to Literotica before, I volunteered to take notes on our meetings and write them up.
Here's who we are:
I'm CELESTE. My husband, Jimmy, and I have been married for almost 45 years and anal since we met. We have three adult children. He's sixty-nine and I'm sixty-eight. I work in the field of musical entertainment.
JENNY IS 46 and has been married to Sam for twenty-two years. They have two children, both in college. She is an accountant.
SANDRA is thirty-seven and has been married to Sean for fifteen years. They have two children, one twelve and one fourteen. She is an advertising executive.
ALICE is a thirty-five year old librarian and separated from Joel. They have one child, a five year old boy. She is a librarian.
SUSAN and LOGAN are bi-sexual graduate students at a local university, one studying English and the other in medical school. Susan is twenty-five and Logan is two years older. Their basic form of making love is rimming but they also have boy friends with whom they have anal sex. "I take it up the ass once or twice a week from my guy," says Susan, "and it's just wonderful."
Here are some other interesting things about us:
Four of us attend church regularly.
All of us take good care of our bodies. We exercise regularly and aren't overweight.
All of us are Democrats.
All of us engage in anal contact at least four times a week.
Two of us (Celeste and Jenny) don't use either condoms or lube. Sandra uses lube. Alice, Susan, and Logan use both and wouldn't have sex without having their partner wear a condom. (note: bareback anal sex is extremely risky if you don't know everything about your partner. Jenny, Sandra, and I have been in monogamous relationships for decades).
I thought the answers to the question "What size is your lover's penis?" were very interesting. They included "I don't know," "never measured," "who cares," "he's thick and that's all that counts," and "he's big but I wish he was smaller. He tries to be very careful and that takes some of the fun out of it."
Sandra added "I wish guys would just compare the size of a butt plug with the size of a dildo. That would tell them all they need to know. The bigger you are, the gentler you should be." Then she got angry: "There's no such thing as a 'good hurt.' If a guy plowed into me to get his nutt he could probably give me an orgasm, but it's the last time he'd ever be in me or see me."
Another surprise was when we talked about our nipples. We all agreed that nipple stimulation did almost nothing for us during anal sex. The perfect triple play is stimulating the g-spot, the little valley between the outer and inner sphincter, and the clit all at the same time but our nipples and breasts are irrelevant.
On the other hand, five of us had stories about what happened when we sucked or chewed on our partner's nipples.
For example, when Jenny is rimming Sam and he's playing with his nipples, he cums intensely hands free. She can tell by his sphincters snap down on her tongue. ( I always thought that I was the only woman who knew that the best way to judge how good a rimmer you were was how the tip of your tongue felt when your partner came. Oh, well.)
Toys were also interesting. Sandy has what she calls a "pocket rocket." It's a battery operated device that looks a little like the head of an electric toothbrush. She holds it in her palm and pushes it into her clit when Sean is about to cum. "I go straight to heaven," she said.
I showed the plastic sleeve that Jimmy sometimes wears on his dick. It has little nubs on it that make him feel much thicker and it drives me crazy when I feel in my ass. We don't use it very often because the sensation can easily get too intense.
The show stoppers, however, were Susan and Logan. "We both have two butt plugs," Logan said. "One is just a regular plug that we wear in school or when we're food shopping or doing something that's really boring. But here's show and tell for what we do on special occasions." She reached into her backpack and produced one of the strangest looking things I've ever seen, It looked like a regular plug but with two big differences. At its thickest point it had rim of plastic extending out from the shaft and towards its tip it hooked around like Cape Cod hooks around back toward Boston. "The rim goes right between my sphincters when I close my butt checks on it and the tip pushes into my g-spot at exactly the same time," she explained.
I'm sure the other four of us had never seen anything like that, so I asked "Where did you get that?"
Her answer blew us away: "I MADE IT. ACTUALLY, THAT'S NOT TRUE. A FRIEND CREATED IT FOR ME. IT'S CUSTOM MADE. WHEN I'M WEARING IT I CAN GET OFF JUST BY CLINCHING MY BUTT CHEEKS TOGETHER. THIS LOCKS THE RIM BETWEEN MY SPHINCTER WHILE THE TIP PUSHES RIGHT INTO MY G-SPOT. IT'S HEAVEN."
It turns out that Logan has a friend who she met at a GLBT convention who has finished her classes in medical school and is an intern at a local hospital. As part of her job she supervises the school's 3-D copier three nights a week. As a favor to Logan, they measured Logan's body carefully--where her g-spot was exactly, the angle of the hook that she needed the plug to have to reach it, and the distance from her g-spot to the furrow between her sphincters. Then they used the lab after hours to draw up a template of the plug Logan needed and produced it on the copier.
They did the same thing for Susan. She wanted the rim of hers to be a little bit wider and the hook to be a little bit sharper.
We all wanted to see Susan's to compare it with Logan's, but when we asked to see it, Sandy, who was sitting next to her at the circular table, said "that's not going to happen." Then, turning to Susan and gently putting her arm on her shoulder, she said "you're wearing it, aren't you? I can smell your cum. I think you're very excited."
Susan turned bright red. "I am wearing it and I'm a little excited. No, to tell the truth, I'm very excited. Logan promised to rim me at home if I'd wear it to the meeting and I just can't wait for that to happen." Then, like a someone who had been caught sexting, she added in a very small voice "but I'll take it out if it's against the rules."
"No, leave it in," I said. "We have to break up anyway."
Those are some notes from our first meeting, but I'm not following my notes completely. I'm only writing up the most interesting conversations.
Next, Jenny, Sandra, Alice and I all want to report on anal sex and child birth. I want to tell you about how anal stimulation helped me get pregnant and let me enjoy that pregnancy. Jenny, Sandra, and Alice want you to know how anal sex affected their marriages after they had children.
It brought incredible pleasure to two of them, but great sorrow to Alice. It's a very interesting conversation.
À bientôt.
Celeste |
23 | A1 - Anal Sex w/Stranger-Forced Sex | SexyPillowTalker | Anal | 2019-05-14 | 2019-05-14 | 2022-01-08 09:47:57 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/a1-anal-sex-w-stranger-forced-sex | What women sexually want is what men sexually want, too. | ['Anal', 'Anal Sex', 'Exhibitionism', 'Exhibitionist', 'Forced Sex', 'Noncon', 'Voyeur', 'Voyeurism'] | 4.18 | Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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I'm Brianna and this is the first of my 40-story series of the sexual fantasies that women want. Each story is 3,000 to 3,700 words and one Literotica page. Instead of only writing erotic stories in one or two categories, I'll be routinely writing stories in 27 categories.
I'll be writing about women's wants, needs, desires, and sexual fantasies. I'll be writing about what woman want. I'll be writing true stories as told to me by women and about women. Of course, the names are changed to protect the identities of the women.
Starting with Anal Sex, eventually, I'll be writing about Bondage, Celebrities, Erotic Couplings, Erotic Horror, and Exhibitionism and Voyeurism. More stories will have Fetishes, First Time, Gay Sex, Group Sex, How To, and Humor as the theme. Next, I'll be writing stories about Incest, Interracial Sex, Lesbian Sex, Letters, Loving Wives, Mature Sex, and Mind Control Sex. Finally, I'll conclude the 40 stories with Non-Erotic, Non-Consensual Sex, Non-Human Sex, Reviews, Romance, Sci-Fi Sex, Toys and Masturbation Sex, and Transgender and Cross-Dressing Sex.
A surprise to most men, especially to those gentle, sensitive, and loving men, women aren't the delicate flowers that some men think they are. Indeed, we're stronger and just as horny and sexually wanting and needy as are most men. Trust me, most women aren't worthy of being worshiped and placed on a pedestal. Instead, women want to be used, abused, and sexually taken. Suffice to write, we're more wicked whores than we are innocent virgins.
So that we're not perceived as whores, with the onus of blame on men, women want men to make the first move. Women want men to force them to stroke them. Women want men to force them to suck them. Women want men to force them to fuck them. Women want men to strip them naked and force them to show their topless and/or naked bodies to their friends and to strangers. Women want men to force them to have anal sex. In the way that most men are perverts, most women are whores, especially for the right man.
As long as they're not hurt and as long as no still means no, most women's sexual fantasy is to be forcibly taken by a lustfully, horny man, especially by a stranger. Something so very sexually exciting, all of my friends, Barbie, Debbie, Jennifer, Kim, Maxine, Sharon, Sophia, Susan, Vanessa, Violet, and me, all want to be taken and forced to have sex against our wills. While feebly resisting, all of my friends need to be forced to suck and fuck for them to be in the sexually submissive mood.
"Oh, my God. Stop. What are you doing? I can't believe you pulled out your cock. I can't believe you pulled down my top and exposed my naked breasts," said Jenna on her first date with Jim. "I can't believe you put my hand on your prick. You want me to do what? Blow you?"
# # #
In my case, I never had anal sex but I've always wanted to try it. Yet, I was too frightened to initiate it and go through with it on my own. One of my sexual fantasies is imagining a man breaking in my apartment and forcing me to have anal sex with him. While feigning my resistance, my sexual fantasy is for a man to take me by surprise and fuck me in my ass and against my will. Yet, better odds of winning the lottery or being struck by lightning, what are the odds of forced, anal sex ever happening?
'How hot is that to be taken, stripped naked, and fucked in the ass by a stranger, especially by a big, black man,' I couldn't help myself from thinking? 'Be still my heart. Only, a big, black cock buried in my ass must hurt like Hell,' I thought.
As if I'm his to sexually used and physically abused, I imagined him bending me over a chair or a table, lifting up my skirt, and pulling down my panties. I imagined him seeing my naked ass and the back of my naked pussy. I imagined him thinking what I was thinking; that he wanted to fuck me in my ass as much as I wanted him to fuck me in my ass. I can already feel my nipples erecting and my pussy getting wet by just thinking of being forced to have anal sex with a stranger.
I imagined him forcing himself on me. I imagined him inserting his erect prick in my virgin ass. I imagined him humping me to get him inside of me. I imagined him fucking me faster and harder. I imagined him not stopping humping me and fucking me in my ass until I had a sexual orgasm. I imagined him having a sexual orgasm, too. I imagined him ejaculating his warm cum in my virginal ass.
'Oh, my God,' I thought. 'I'm quivering with sexual lust and erotic desire by the thoughts of a man taking me, forcing me, and fucking me in my ass.'
# # #
And then, it happened. My sexual fantasy came true. Surprising me when I came home from work and before I even had time to turn on a light and close the front door, he grabbed me from behind. He must have been standing behind my front door and waiting for me to unlock and open my front door.
In an instant, he put a heavy hand across my mouth to stop me from screaming. Then, he pushed the front door closed with his foot. With him standing behind me and without uttering a word, as if we were tied together at the waist, pulling me by my long, blonde hair, he quickly walked me to my living room.
My heart was pounding and my pulse was racing. I was as afraid as I was sexually excited. If I didn't know my intruder wasn't my boyfriend, Jeff, I'd panic. If I didn't know my intruder wasn't my boyfriend, Jeff, I'd bite his hand, stomp on his foot, mule kick him in the balls, and run screaming for the front door in the way they taught me to do in self-defense class.
Only, I knew it was him. I knew he was Jeff. Nonetheless, even though he wasn't a stranger, it was still sexually exciting to be taken. It was still sexually exciting to be forced to do something sexual that I'd never willingly do on my own.
Somehow, even though it was pitch-black dark, I knew it was him. It had to be him. Even though he didn't speak, it had to be Jeff. Who else could it be? Who else knew my sexual fantasy was to be taken and forced to have anal sex?
I told him several times that my sexual fantasy was to be taken and forced to have anal sex by a stranger. More than just hinting while hoping that he'd do it, I told him several times that I wanted to be forcibly fucked in my ass. While continuing to fuck me from behind, I told him that I wanted him to feel and fondle my naked breasts and finger my erect nipples while fingering my pussy with his other hand.
Finally, giving me what I so wanted, he gave me my sexual fantasy. Pulling me and dragging me, he roughly walked me to the living room. Then, pushing me forward, and with a heavy hand to the back of my head, he bent me over the back of the sofa. With is pelvis pressed tightly against my shapely ass, he felt my ass through my skirt and panties. Then, he lifted up the back of my skirt and felt my ass through my panties. Finally, he pulled down my panties.
'Oh, my God,' I thought while hoping that he'd fuck me in my ass, I was already so very wet.
Sexually vulnerable, my naked ass and the back of my naked pussy were exposed to his horny hands, fingers, and eyes. He felt my naked ass. He fingered the back of my naked pussy. Then, as if his fly was attached to a microphone, I heard him pull down his zipper.
'Zipppp! Oh, my God,' I thought. 'This is it. This is really it. Jeff is going to give me my sexual fantasy. He's going to fuck me in my ass.'
No doubt, because of my sexual excitement, the sound of him pulling down his zipper was a loud and slow sound. As if his zipper was four times the size, the noise of him pulling down his zipper continued seemingly forever. I felt the back of his hand against my naked ass fumbling to remove his prick from his underwear and pants. It was then that I knew he was going to fuck me. Hopefully, he was going to fuck me in my ass instead of in my pussy.
# # #
'Oh, my god. I can't believe it. Jeff is going to fuck me in my ass. I was so sexually excited that I was nearly ready to cum already,' I remembered thinking. 'He's finally going to do it. Jeff is finally going to give me my sexual fantasy and finally fuck me in my ass. As if he's a stranger, an intruder, and a rapist, my boyfriend is finally going to take me anally by force.'
Knowing what was going to happen next, while pretending that I didn't know it was him and what he planned on doing, I struggled but not very much. Not wanting to hurt him but instead, giving in to him and submitting to his sexual lust, I silently hoped again that he'd fuck me in my ass instead of in my pussy. We talked about not having kids and the last thing that I want is Jeff's baby or some perverted, stranger's baby. If it's not Jeff, even though I knew it was him standing behind me, who else could it be?
Obviously, having done this before or read about doing it, he coated my ass with lube and coated his cock with more lube. Never needing to use lube in my always wet and sexually ready pussy, I now knew that the lube was meant for my tight, virgin ass. I now knew that he was about to fuck me in my ass. I now knew that he was giving me my sexual fantasy.
Then, as if my asshole was a locked door, I felt him pushing himself against me before he gradually moved the tip of his cock inside of me. It was painful but not unbearably so. Actually, and surprisingly, I thought it would hurt more than it did. I imagined this must be how it would feel in reverse pushing a baby out of my ass instead of out of my womb.
It did hurt a little more the deeper he moved his cock inside my anal cavity. It hurt even more the faster and harder he humped me. It felt like when I lost my virginity so very long ago but different. It felt as if I suddenly needed to take a shit but couldn't.
Yet, no matter the pain, I couldn't believe I was finally having my sexual fantasy. I couldn't believe I was finally having anal sex. Not frightened, there was salvation in knowing that my anal fucker was my boyfriend, Jeff. There was salvation in knowing that he was giving me what I so wanted. With me his sexy, pillow talker, we endlessly discussed our sexual fantasies at night while in bed. Hoping he'd take the hint, I told him my sexual fantasy was to be taken from behind and forced to have anal sex by a stranger.
Only, now, obviously too intent on fucking me, he wasn't talking. I wanted him to talk. I wanted to hear his voice. I wanted him to tell me what he was thinking and what he was feeling. Feeling too much like a dream, but for the pain, while soothing me, assuring me, and encouraging me, I wanted his voice to add more realism and detail to my anal, sex fantasy.
When having sexy, pillow talk, he told me his sexual fantasy, too. While he was naked, his sexual fantasy was to be hugged long and hard by topless, busty women rubbing their naked breasts all over his chest. With all of the female members of his family very busty, his sexual fantasy was to be hugged long and hard by his topless mother.
'His mother? Eww,' I thought. 'Even though his mother is a MILF, that's so gross.'
Not stopping with just his MILF of a mother, his sexual fantasy was to be hugged long and hard by his topless, sexy sister. His sexual fantasy was to be hugged long and hard by his topless MILF of an aunt and his topless, shapely cousin. While they stroked his erect prick, his sexually fantasy was to feel, fondle, and grope their naked breasts while fingering and sucking their erect nipples. His sexual fantasy was an incestuous, sexual fantasy.
'Eww! That's so gross.'
When he told me his sexual fantasy, I was disgusted that he wanted to have sex with his mother, his adult sister, his aunt, and his adult cousin. Yet, his sexual fantasy was no worse than mine. I wanted to have forced anal sex with a stranger.
Glad that I had big tits, Jeff loved big tits. He loved my big tits. Enamored with my big tits, always touching them, feeling them, fondling them, squeezing them, and groping them, he was always sucking my nipples.
Going a step further, while I feebly struggled, going along with it, he loved flashing my naked breasts to his friends. When they were all drinking, he even invited them to touch them, feel them, and suck my big, naked breasts. He even talked me into serving them drinks while topless when they were playing cards. While I was a little drunk too, the hands and mouths of his five, horny friends were all over my naked breasts.
I refused when he wanted me to stroke them and suck them. I didn't mind him flashing his friends my naked tits, but I wasn't about to have sex with them. Even though I was tempted to do it, I couldn't. I was in love with Jeff.
# # #
A gentleman, not a man who'd force his sexual lust on any woman, he told me more than once that he wasn't into anal sex or into forced sex. Obviously, he must have changed his mind because here he was forcibly fucking me in my ass. If it wasn't sexually exciting enough that he was fucking me in my ass, he was forcing himself on me while giving me anal sex.
Not entirely painful, feeling more like an extended cramp, I was deriving some sexual pleasure from him anally fucking me when he started humping me a little deeper, a little harder, and a little faster. Yet, the harder and faster he humped me, the more painful it was. Obviously, my asshole was much smaller than the opening of my pussy and Jeff had a big cock.
Planning to get married as soon as we saved enough to buy a house, we've been living together for nearly a year. A good man with a good job, we talked about having children but neither of us really wanted them. Perhaps, that will change once we've been married for a while and when I get closer to that age where I must make a final and forever decision if I want children or not.
While continuing to hump me harder and faster as if he was a dog and I was his bitch in heat, he reached both hands around me to feel my big tits. Jeff loved my big tits and I love it when he fondled them while fingering my erect nipples though my blouse and bra. He quickly unbuttoned my blouse and felt my breasts through my brassiere before lifting my bra to expose my naked breasts. As if he had never felt my breasts before, fondling them, groping them, and squeezing them while fingering my nipples, his hands were all over my big tits.
I only wished I could have kissed him, French kissed him, and made out with him while he fucked me in my ass. Yet, unless I was a contortionist, making out with him would be impossible. Instead, I took sexual pleasure in him feeling my big tits while pulling, turning, and twisting my erect nipples. I only wished he could have sucked them. I love having my nipples sucked while he fingered my pussy. I love having my nipples sucked while he rubbed my clit, fingerfucked my pussy, and masturbated me. Only, with him standing behind me, there was no way that he could suck my tits.
Then, something so unexpected, with his cock buried in my ass, I felt his finger rubbing my clit and fingerfucking my pussy. Oh, my God. That felt so fucking good. With him feeling my naked breasts and fingering my erect nipples with one hand and fingering my pussy with his other hand while fucking me in my ass, never have I ever felt such sexual pleasure. After tonight, I'll definitely be adding anal sex to my list of sexual things to do with my boyfriend.
"Oh, my God, Jeff. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Fuck my fucking ass. Stick your big, hard prick deeper in my ass. Squeeze my tits and pull my nipples while fingering my cunt. I'm going to cum, Jeff. I'm going to cum. Don't stop. Don't stop humping me. Don't stop fucking me. Don't stop fingering me," I begged. "I'm going to cum, Jeff. I'm going to cum. Jeff! Jeff!"
As soon as I said I was going to cum, I had an intense sexual orgasm, no doubt, made even more intense by him fingering my clit and fingerfucking my pussy while he fucked my ass. As soon as I had my sexual orgasm, he ejaculated his cum in my asshole. As if he had peed on me, I could feel his warm semen running down my leg.
I couldn't believe that Jeff not only anally fucked me but also that he shot a load of his cum in my willing ass. After he washed his big dick, I couldn't wait to show him my gratitude by blowing him. After he washed my shit off of his cock, I couldn't wait to make out with him. I couldn't wait to fuck him while he kissed me.
"After you clean yourself up, Jeff and I clean myself up too, I can't wait to make out with you. I can't wait to kiss you. I can't wait to French kiss you. I can't wait to stroke your prick while sucking your prick. In the way you shot a load of cum in my ass, I can't wait for you to shoot a load of cum in my mouth. I can't wait to blow you, Jeff," I said doing all the talking after he did all of the fucking.
Then, making me sick to my stomach with fright, thinking that an intruder entered our apartment, I heard the front door open and slam shut. Then, when someone turned on the hall light, I saw the illuminated reflection of the light in the distance.
"Honey, I'm home," said Jeff. "Brianna? Where are you? Why is it so dark in here," he asked while putting on more lights?
'What,' I thought? 'Honey I'm home? Brianna, where are you? If Jeff is there standing in the hall, then, who's this man standing behind me and fucking me in my ass?'
# # #
As soon as the front door opened, as if he was a ghost or a shadow, literally and figuratively, my backdoor intruder was gone out the backdoor. Quickly, not wanting Jeff to know that a stranger had fucked me in my ass, I pulled up my panties, pulled down my skirt, ran to the bathroom, and closed the door. I was horrified. I was mortified. I was so sexually excited that my sexual fantasy finally had come true and I had an anal sex orgasm with a complete stranger.
"I'm in the bathroom," I said. "I'll be right out."
I heard Jeff's footsteps walking around the apartment.
"Why is it so dark in here," he asked again? "Why is the backdoor wide open?"
Thinking quick, I gave him my excuses.
"I came in the backway from the driveway and just made it to the toilet," I said. "I had to go so bad that I didn't even have time to close the backdoor and/or turn on a light."
I was quivering with sexual delight. I finally had my sexual fantasy. A stranger fucked me in my ass. A stranger gave me an anal, sexual orgasm while I gave him one too. Now that I had my sexual fantasy, only fair for me to return the sexual favor, I thought about helping Jeff to experience his sexual fantasy.
Maybe there was something that I could do or say to help him experience his sexual fantasy. Dreading approaching them with Jeff's sexual fantasy, yet, maybe tomorrow I could talk to his mother, his sister, his aunt, and/or his cousin. Maybe, I could feel them out as to how they'd feel about being topless while Jeff felt their naked breasts and they stroked his cock. With me knowing how women are, maybe sex with his mother, his sister, his aunt, and/or with his cousin with wasn't totally out of the question.
THE END |
24 | AAA Plumbing | rufun2001 | Anal | 2002-09-11 | 2002-09-11 | 2022-01-08 09:47:58 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/aaa-plumbing | Black plumber with attitude brings son into business. | ['Anal Slut', 'Black Cock', 'Rock Hard', 'Trash Whore', 'White', 'White Bitch', 'White Bitches', 'White Trash', 'White Women', 'Young Black'] | 3.37 | The way I see it, all white women are whores only for black men. It never ceases to amaze me how easily we arouse them and how eager to please they are. I'm glad I'm not a white dude, going around all pussy whipped.
"No! You're not getting any anal because it's dirty." She'll tell her white boy friend.
The next day, I'll be there and I'll have her beg on her knees for me to take her ass, which I promptly do. If I had a dollar for every time I've squirted it up some white girls ass, I could take a trip around the world.
The other day, for instance, I rousted a really buxom blonde out of bed at 7 AM.
"AAA Plumbing!" I yelled while pounding on her back door.
She was barely clothed and shocked to see a big black man at the door. Her lily-white breasts were ready to just pop out of her nightgown. I tried not to be obvious and licked my lips.
"Did ya forget that we was coming today?" I asked courteously.
"I didn't think you could come so quickly. Come in." She replied.
I could smell that she was single and living alone. With all my years of experience with the bitches I've developed a nose.
"What's your problem?" I asked.
She led me in to the master bedroom. The fragrance of perfume filled her boudoir and made me swoon. She must have been in her thirties, with really big boobs and a cute face. When she bent over to show me the leak under the sink, one of her gigantic jugs popped out. She excused herself and put it back in. I wondered if she had done it on purpose.
"That's okay, m'am. We'll have ya going in no time." I assured.
The name of the game with white bitches is to see how much you can get, in as little time as possible. Keep them distracted.
"Show me again, I didn't see nothin'!"
She bent over again and this time I pressed my hard cock against her buttocks. She was your typical white slut. Not sure what to do, she just froze. I kissed her neck and took a whiff of her long blonde hair.
"Oh, Mr. Davis. I'm afraid you have me at a bit of a disadvantage."
She averted my eyes as I casually slipped her bra straps off her shoulders and exposed the two humongous teats like it was the most natural thing in the world. They were big! She had nipples that hardened to over an inch long, right before my very eyes. I grabbed them between my fingers and started to suckle and nip the engorged tips. She squealed and nervously clutched my head to her breasts. I started to French kiss her. If you've gotten them to go this far, the rest is a walk in the park. When I was finished inseminating her, I took another snapshot for my collection.
On the way to the next job, in the panel truck with my son Tyrone, I tell him, "you can't always have every one of these white bitches sucking your cock when you snap your fingers. It's nice when they have pride and it's a struggle to get their sex. And always remember to keep in close radio contact till I teach you the ropes, okay?"
Anyway, as I was saying, remember that one from the other day? We got to talking, it was getting close to time to knock off so I chatted her up over a couple of drinks. Turns out her husband travels a lot and was away on business.
When the conversation got really lively, I told her I was a photographer and I wanted to take her picture. I pulled out my new digital cam and just clicked off some easy stuff to get her confidence.
"You've got some great looking legs! Lift them in the air for me!"
She smiled for me and I got some nice pictures, but they weren't anything to write home about. Though they would get a rise out of her husband if he knew she was showing off her legs to her black plumber.
"Don't take it personally Mr. Davis, but I'm not going to be your little white trash whore. You're in your 50s, you've got a gut, so I know your not rock hard very much these days. I crave young rock hard black cock.
I got on the walkie-talkie. Tyrone my boy appeared.
One look and she was in lust with Tyrone's young and handsome Negro maleness. She couldn't keep her hands off him.
"Don't worry Mr. Davis, because as it turns out, your son will have my anal virginity. I just wanted the right young black male snatching it. And I will be only his anal slut."
She turned to Tyrone.
"Am I really your first white trash whore?" She asked him sexily.
"I squirted on a few white girl faces, when I was younger." Tyrone stuttered.
I freaked as she laughed insanely.
"Excuse me Mr. Davis, I need some privacy with your son."
I walked away slowly. From the sound of it, I knew I could be proud of my boy. He seems to have a head for the business.
"Fuck me up the ass now! I've got to have your young black cock inside. Fuck my ass Tyrone, please, please, please."
Later, he told me all about it. He had her for the week hubby was away, making porn movies and fucking her ass in every position. He could have filled a room with all the lascivious photos he had of her.
You know, lots of brothers have white whores, for their amusement and all. Their husbands and boy friends would shit in their pants, if they knew what all we do with their women while they ain't looking. It's probably the best- kept secret of the century.
If you've got any sense of the way it is out there, you realize that variety is the spice of life and I do get the lion's share of older white women too. They are really easy. I'm convinced they all have a secret craving for Negro cock.
Sometimes, it's just too easy. I arrive there and they just stand there with nothing to say. They expect me to have the situation in hand. Well, that I do.
"There's no charge, m'am. I just need you to pose for some pitchers."
At his point I usually dip my fingers into their cunt to see if they are ready. They always are. The next thing I know, I'm on a roll.
"Take your clothes off... Get on the bed... Give me some cheesecake..."
"I want you to talk dirty to me." This bitch says to me out of the blue.
"You little white trash whore! Does your boyfriend know that you are posing like a slut for a black man?" I ad libbed.
"No."
"In that case, I'll only show these photos to my home boys over at the club. We wouldn't want to get his blood pressure up, now would we? Spread your legs wider bitch!! Bend over and spread those cheeks."
"Do you like being a plumber's slut?"
"Yes."
"Suck my cock! I need a few headshots of you sucking my dick…
As I've said before, they're not all raving beauties. Some of them are real homely. But I don't care. I spend less time photographing their pulchritude and more time debauching their bodies.
Take this next old slut, she just wasn't photogenic, but at least I got her on film. She did have some nice breasts for an old broad, and it was a pleasure to fondle and pinch them while I fucked her doggy style. I had a good come and told her I had to run. She invited me back as I was leaving. I said I'd call. Yeah right...
This last white bitch is freaky. Remember the one that didn't jump out of her clothes when I snapped my fingers? Remember the cunt that was my son's first white anal whore? A few weeks have gone by. Let's listen in on that conversation.
"I'm only your anal slut. I don't want your dad to fuck me there."
Crack! He slapped the slut. From the next room I could hear the shouting.
"You're my slave and I tell you what to do. Understand?"
"Yes!"
I opened the door to find that little white bitch hog-tied to a fixture on the wall.
"Don't!" she yelped.
"You is just an anal slut now, bitch!
"Please, don't!" She shrieked.
Tyrone put a blade to her throat. The bitch just kept shrieking.
"Help!!! Rape!!!"
I silenced her with some duct tape, and we quickly subdued the bitch. We told her that she could have the tape off her mouth if she promised not to scream.
"Please don't stretch it any more! Oh my god!!!" She gasped as I powerfully plunged her bowels with my bulbous cock.
I looked that 'ho in the eye, as I plumbed her depths…
"I'm sorry I made that crack about your age. Your really a very powerful man." She pleaded.
"OOOOooooooooohhhhhh! You've spoiled me for other men." She shouted as I pumped every last drop of semen I had up that big asshole. I hope she's sore for a week.
The white husband came home early, and we had just finished with his wife.
"The leak is fixed, sir." I announce, as Tyrone and I haul our equipment back to the panel truck.
The dude just hurried into the house without saying anything. I guess he was wondering what kind of plumbers carry around camera equipment.
As I was saying, Tyrone and I are taking a little vacation till things cool down around here. But we'll be back on the job just as soon as you can say Jackie Robinson. Just leave a message on the machine. |
25 | Aaal-most Anal! | Barnaby | Anal | 2005-05-08 | 2005-05-08 | 2022-01-08 09:47:59 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/aaal-most-anal | She wants him now but it's not as easy as it looks. | ['Bathroom', 'Bookstore', 'Creampie', 'Peeing', 'Rimjob'] | 4.3 | Addie anchored her naked arms on the edge of the sink with her cute, round behind aimed straight up at me. She pushed her feet back just a bit, spread her legs and dug in. "I'm as ready as I can be, handsome. Do it."
"Okay, but I warn you, I've never done this before," I responded nervously.
"You think I have?" she said with a hint of indignity. I looked at her face in the mirror and she stuck out her tongue and winked. "I want to feel you in my tight little ASS, Shawn Michael Colvin. Do me! Come on!" I took the tiny bottle of flavored lube she had brought and plopped a pink glob onto my dick. I rubbed it up and down for a second but had to stop suddenly as I was on a hair trigger. This was my dirtiest fantasy come true. My dream girl was spread out in front of me all soft and willing and quite literally begging me to fuck her butt! In the mirror she smiled and sighed as she heard the squishiness, knowing I was almost ready.
I squeezed out another glob and spread her cheeks but the sight of her clean, crinkly little hole was too good to pass up. Instead of the lube, I leaned down and quickly stuck my face into her ass, my tongue lapping circles around her steamy hole. The only smell I could detect was the ripening musk of her pussy, so close to my chin that my beard was getting just as wet.
"Ohh! Ohhhhhhhh!" she yelped at my unexpected actions. "That feels so…so…WEIRD! OH! Don't stop! I like it. Mmmmmmm!"
"It's so tight," I said as I pulled my face away from her rear.
"Oh, yeah!"
"No you don't understand. If I'm gonna get my dick in there it has to be looser. As a kid, they teach you to hold your asshole shut, y'know, 'til you get to the bathroom? Well, right now, we're in the bathroom and I need you to reverse that and let yourself loosen up down there or I'll never get it in." With that I licked again and tried unsuccessfully to jab my tongue up her bunghole.
I took the lube in my hand and smeared it over the hole, rubbing it around the edges and slowly inching my finger inside.
"OHMIGOD!!! That is just…"
"Good?" I asked.
"Mmm-Hmmm," she nodded. Again I checked the mirror and saw that her eyes had closed. I could only imagine what sensations she was feeling but I had a mission so I plunged deeper and begin wiggling my finger in her ass. Without warning, then, I added another and spread them apart, gaping her just a little. When I pulled them out, however, her sphincter retracted immediately. "Lick me again. That felt just incredibly strange!"
"Not now, silly. I got lube all over your butt. Here. Let's try this." I rose again, my cock throbbing rhythmically at the promise of momentarily invading her bowels. Pressing my shiny dick head directly to her anus, I stopped for just a second to marvel at the fact that this woman actually wanted this…from me! "Aaaaal-most!" I grunted. Then I thrust forward quickly and slipped rather painfully straight down. "Ow! Shit!"
"You are NOT hurting me. Just push harder!"
"Look, I may not be hurting YOU but that definitely bent ME up a little! Jeez!"
"Oh, forget about that. Just think about what it'll feel like with Shawn's cock in Addie's ass and push, dammit! Push!"
I knew if I actually thought about it too much I'd coat her butt cheeks with sauce right now so that wouldn't work. Instead, I attempted to concentrate on the mechanics of the situation. I used my fingers to spread her again and this time succeeded in inserting the head of my pole snugly inside her sphincter. "Oh—My—God!!" My momentary joy was somewhat curtailed when Addie impatiently pushed back at me and sent my cock slipping and twisting again.
"Awww, man! This isn't fair!"
She started laughing. "Sorry! Now I gotta pee," she said, rising and moving toward the toilet.
"Right now?" I asked incredulously. "We're kinda busy here, y'know?"
"Yeah, right now, dumbass." She made a goofy face and sat down, her legs spread in front of me. "Wanna watch?" she giggled.
I had to admit I was intrigued. I moved toward her absent-mindedly fisting my dick as the sounds of her streaming golden liquid filled the tiny room. "Mmmmmmm. Oh, yeah. That feels good." Her eyes glanced up at mine and when she knew I was watching, she began frigging her very obvious clit while she gushed into the toilet. Before I knew it, she reached out and latched her lips onto the slimy purple head of my cock. "Mmmmph!"
"Hey! That's got all that lube on it!"
"Like I fuckin' care," she said as she removed her mouth with a loud pop. "Tastes like strawberries!" She tore off a length of toilet paper and delicately wiped herself, then flushed. As she stood, she leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "Okay, hotshot. I want this in here, now!" As she said it, she stroked my cock and also sawed a finger in and out of her own ass. She was so hot and horny I really could not understand why I hadn't just creamed all over the floor by now!
"Oooookay," I said. "Third time's a charm." She resumed her spread-eagled position over the bathroom sink. More lube. I took a deep breath and she wiggled her ass in encouragement as she again smiled back at me. Positioning myself, I angled in for the docking maneuver and saw her red, wrinkled butt- hole wink at me. Then I pushed. It was tight against the head but slippery. I could feel Addie squeezing down on it. "No, honey, don't. Not yet or you'll squeeze me out again."
"Okay." Her breathing was heavier now.
"Just hold reeeeeeal still a sec." I inched carefully in, guiding my organ slowly with my hand.
In the mirror, I could see that Addie was scrunching her face and gritting her teeth. "You alright?"
"Ungh! Yeah. You are NOT hurting me! Push, dammit! Fuck my ass!"
I pushed again, feeling every vein on my dick as it was squeezed like never before on its slippery way in through her out door. When I felt my engorged balls touching her rump I knew I had made it all the way in. I looked down and saw the most amazing sight. My cock was completely buried in Addie's tightest, dirtiest hole. "No more 'almosts!' We did it!" I gasped in excitement as I throbbed noticeably within her.
"Just hold it there 'til I get used to it. Aw, shit! I have NEVER felt so full! I can't believe this!" Her face was sweating but she laughed with relief as her colon expanded to accommodate my invading weapon. Still resting on her right hand, her left disappeared between her legs to bury itself in the swampy thickness of her bush. "Okay. Okay, now…fuck me, Shawn! Fuck my dirty asshole!"
I put my hands on her shapely hips and pulled back just a bit before immediately plunging in again. "I can't believe how fucking tight you are!"
"Shut up and keep pumping me! I have NEVER felt like this!"
The bathroom smelled strangely of musky strawberries and the earthy, squishy sounds of our coupling echoed loudly. Then, suddenly we heard a pounding on the metal door. "Awww, dammit!" I cursed.
A gruff voice yelled, "Open up in there. This is the store manager!" followed by more pounding.
"Don't you dare pull out now, " Addie growled as her hand rubbed her pussy raw. In spite of the unexpected interruption, I could tell she was about to come. "Come for me! Shoot up my ass! Now! Ohhhhh! YES!!!"
As if in response, I stopped trying to hold back. I pushed in one last time and held myself as deeply in her ass as I could while I felt first one, then two, then three…four electrifying spurts of cream unleashed into Addie's bowels. After that, I pulled out quickly and started to pull on my pants. The pounding continued. I reached out and touched my partner's raw anus as I saw it dripping my thick white sauce. "Stop that!" she said, slapping my hand away. "Hurry up and get dressed. That pounding is starting to annoy me."
"I warn you. I'm going to break this door in! I'll call the police!"
With that, Addie, now fully composed, removed the block she had placed on the door when we entered and exited the bookstore's bathroom while I waited behind. Through the door I could hear the small crowd of noontime customers murmuring among themselves as the Manager chastised Addie. "Young woman, I don't know where you think you are or what you…"
"I will have you know," she started, "that I am NEVER shopping in this store again! Is this how you treat a loyal customer just seeking to relieve herself? Pounding on the door like a lunatic? What is the matter with YOU, sir? Can a woman have NO privacy around here at all! I spend quite a bit of money in your store and here I have to put up with you hovering and threatening I don't know what! I'll have you know I am appalled, offended and…and… I MAY sue you!!" With that she walked away as the crowd of mostly young mothers began to applaud.
"But…But…" he sputtered. "She…! I…!"
While he was watching her walk away, I finally exited the ladies room behind him. As I did so, I picked up the "Temporarily Closed" sign I had placed in front of the door when we had entered and slipped it behind my back. "Problem, boss?" I inquired.
"Colvin?" he asked without even turning to look at me. " It's been a bizarre day. Are you still on lunch?"
"Uh, no, sir," I grinned to myself. " As a matter of fact, I just got off."
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26 | Aaron's Apples | hotpup | Anal | 2004-06-06 | 2004-07-29 | 2022-01-08 09:48:00 | 10 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/aarons-apples | 1. He accidentally saw older neighbor lady piss. 2. Mrs. Peacher tells Aaron's Mom what happened. 3. Aaron & neighbor lady both lose anal virginity. 4. Aaron finds great sex in his Mother's arms. 5. He gets Mature neighbor and Mom in 3 way. 6. Aaron is taken by big boobed old lady. 7. Candy and Aaron finally get together. 8. Aaron has Family room fun with all 3 Peacher women. 9. Candy & Aaron reach their goal. 10. 48DD women joins New Year's orgy. | ['Aaron', 'Aaron Back', 'Bed Aaron', 'Felicity', 'Mom Walked', 'Mrs Peacher', 'Neighbor Lady', 'Robe Fall', 'Sexy Black', 'Shit Hole'] | 4.45 | This is the city; Kansas City, Missouri. One Million people live in this laid back but hard fucking city. This is the story of two of them; their names have not been changed as they are not innocent.
This is a neighborhood like any other with kids playing in the yards of nice three and four bedroom houses that are separated by about 15 feet on each side. It is here that Aaron Berrybush grew up. He was the son of Fred and Virginia Berrybush. Aaron was typical of most teenagers as he thought of sex 24 hours a day.
His only experience so far had been spying on his parents when he caught them in the middle of the night once as his Mom took his dad’s cock in the ass leaning naked over the kitchen counter. So, he jerked off every night dreaming of his Mom’s dangling boobs and wishing it was him up her butt or pussy. Aaron at age 18 had just graduated from Southwest High and hoped that his virginity would be lost in the Fall at college.
Next door to the Berrybush’s lived John and Felicity Peacher. The Peachers were nice folks and the families did things together and helped each other out from time to time. Felicity was 44 years old but was still as sexy as she was in her20’s. She had solid 38D breast and a slim waist which showed off her massive ass nicely. She was 5’ 4” and weighed about 140 pounds; every ounce in the right places. But, Aaron had never thought of her sexually as she was just his Mother’s friend and the old neighbor lady.
One morning, late in the summer, Virginia went to her son’s room and gave a loud knock before cracking the door open just slightly. “Aaron, Dad and I are off to work. I need you to pick the apples from the tree between the two houses before I get home so I can make some pies tonight.”
Aaron moaned acknowledgement and rolled over and went back to sleep. He hated climbing that tree. It was barely on their property and the branches spread out covering the entire distance between his house and the Peacher’s house.
Finally, at about 11:00 he got the apple basket and headed barefoot around the house. Slinging it over his shoulder he began the hard climb and started picking the Apples. He was pissed off as there were a lot of apples. He worked in a clock wise pattern so he wouldn’t miss any and risk his Mom yelling at him. He had been picking for about a half an hour and things appeared to be going ok.
Suddenly, he looked down from his perch not more than six feet from the Peacher’s bathroom window and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. There was Mrs. Peacher sitting on the throne with her black panties stretched over her knees presumably taking a leak. He was so close that he could even see her thick black bush. Looking a little higher he realized that he could see down the front of her red tank top. Seeing the sides of her big tits brought stirrings he had never had for her before. Just then their eyes met. As Mrs. Peacher let out a yell Aaron heard the branch crack.
He realized he was out too far and probably had squirmed around too much looking at Mrs. Peacher. He tried to scramble to safety but it was too late. He heard a loud snap and found himself a second later flat on the ground with limbs, leaves, and apples scattered all about.
Instantly Felicity’s emotions went from disgust at her peeper to horror that Aaron might be hurt. Without even wiping off her pee hole she yanked up her silky panties and tight fitting slacks and ran outside. There she saw Aaron rolling over onto his side and their eyes again met.
“Are you hurt?” she asked
“Just a few bruises I think, but, mostly my pride.”
“Let me have a look at you Aaron.”
“I guess so.”
She kneeled down beside him and noticed a cut on his cheek. “Come with me, you are bleeding a bit, we need to get you fixed up.” All Aaron thought of at that moment was the apples saying, “No, I have to get the apples first.”
“Ok, but then you are coming with me so we can check you out.”
Felicity was formulating a plan as she had thought Aaron would be an easy conquest as were the three other young men she already had. She would have preferred if her opportunity had come after she had taken her shower as she felt stinky and grimy now. They ran about collecting the scattered fruit. Aaron reached out grabbing for an apple causing Mrs. Peacher to yell, “Aaron, you cannot put that apple in the basket, it is my breast, now let’s finish up.” He quickly jerked his hand away as his face turned red. They continued to gather the apples in silence.
When all of the apples had been recovered Felicity ordered the kid to follow her into her house. He knew he had to do what she said because of grabbing her boob and seeing her in the bathroom. She sat him at the dining room table saying, “We will get you cleaned up then we will talk. Now, take off your shirt as you probably are scraped up some there as well.” Aaron let out an audible gulp dreading the talk and slowly took off the shirt.
Mrs. Peacher brought ointment, wash clothes, and bandages to fix this young stud up. She took her time applying the repairs being sure to let her boobs and ass brush against him every chance she got. And, as she tended to the cut on the cheek she gave him a direct view down her top. Aaron swore he could see her nipples as she leaned in front of him.
Now he was confused as the older lady kept doing stuff that he thought might be flirting.
When she was done she sat down beside him and put her hand on his lower thigh and began, “So, Aaron is this the first time that you have spied on me in the john.”
“I didn’t mean to look I was just picking the apples and there you were.”
“Do you think your Mother will buy that story.
“No, no I don’t.”
“Be honest and blunt, what did you think of what you saw through the window?”
“Nice.”
“You can do better than that. Did you like it? Tell me or I am calling Virginia.”
“Oh yes. You have pretty legs.”
“My legs are not what you were interested in, tell me bluntly or I’ll tell Virginia.”
“First, I noticed your sexy panties across your knees. Then I could not believe how hairy your vagina is and I was getting turned on looking at your breasts when the branch snapped.”
“That is more like it.” She patted his thigh and began ever so slightly caressing it as she noticed a large bulge forming in his crotch.
Sure of herself now she asked, so, what made you think you could squeeze my tit out there?”
“I didn’t mean too, I thought it was an apple.”
“You mean you thought these were apples?” she said putting her hand under them holding them up for the boy to admire.
“I, I was in such a hurry, I guess I wasn’t paying close attention.” He stammered. With that, Felicity quickly pulled her top off over her head placing one hand back higher on the boy’s thigh and the other tugging at one of her nipples purring, “Now, Aaron I could understand a little more if I had my shirt off as then at least there are stems to grab. Would you like to grab one of my stems?”
Not waiting for an answer she grabbed his trembling hand and pulled it tight against her left breast. “Try the other one, too,” she growled as she placed his other hand on the right boob and wasting no time both of her hands slid up his legs and grabbed his bulge.
“Looks like you are a little happy to be here. Follow me to the bedroom,” she said knowing she would not have to say it again. Sure enough Aaron was right on her heels giving a symbolic protest as he followed, “Mrs. Peacher we shouldn’t do this; you are married and my parents friend.”
“You can leave if you want to but I thought you might want to fuck me first. “ Nothing more needed to be said until they got to the bedroom where Felicity pulled Aaron into her arms and gave him the most passionate kiss he had ever had.
She sat on the side of the king size bed with her conquest standing in front of her and spread open his pants, pulling both the pants and his briefs to the floor. He easily kick these off as she laid down pulling him with her. One of her hands ran over his butt while the other slid between them to cop a good feel of his seven inches. “Oh, Mrs. Peacher that feels good,” he gasped.
She slid her tongue deep into his mouth again then told him, “With what we are doing I think you can call me Felicity while we are alone. Now, kiss my apples and don’t forget the stems.” He was on her jugs like a bee to honey with both hands kneading the hell out of the tit flesh and his mouth sucking, nipping, and kissing for everything he had. He was so into it he had not noticed Felicity wriggle out of her pants. She cooed, “I think if you kiss a little further down my body you will find some juice just for you and I guarantee it is better than apple juice.”
He worked his way down and noticed her scent getting stronger and stronger. At first he kissed her mound through her sexy panties which was a mighty turn on. The taste was wonderful. She thrust her hips into the air letting him know it was time to get the garment out of the way. The panties slid off easily and as soon as he had them past her knees she began spreading her legs wide giving him view he thought was heavenly.” Get to work, drink my special juice,” she ordered. He buried his face in her forest licking and teasing just as he had seen in porno films he had watched.
He must have done something right as Felicity was moaning loudly and humping his face out of control. Then all of a sudden Felicity got up and Aaron thought he had done something wrong. “Lay down on your back, now,” is all she said. He complied and before he was settled Felicity was straddling him lowering her cunt onto his rigid pole He gasped as she took all of him in one stroke, “Fuck me, you little peeping bastard. God, I love your big cock. Here, squeeze my titties.” She could not believe how big this young guys prick was and diddled her clit in earnest as she bounced up and down on it. The rhythm was frantic and took no time for both lovers to cum.
She fell over in a heap laying beside her newest mate. “Next time, just give me a call and maybe we will try some new things. I may even suck that big cock; but, now you had better get home before your Mother does and put the apples in the kitchen.”
When Virginia got home that evening she asked Aaron how his day had been and got the usual shrug of the shoulders but she sensed a change in him that she could not put her finger on. Aaron and Felicity continued their passionate sessions until Aaron went off to school and occasionally got together on school breaks. But if Aaron thought what happened with Felicity was great the next adventures he was to have would blow him away.
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27 | Abbie's Summer | abigailc | Anal | 2012-06-07 | 2012-06-07 | 2022-01-08 09:48:05 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/abbies-summer | Inexperienced student finds passionate fulfillment. | ['Ass Licking', 'Deep Throating', 'Double Penetration', 'Food In Sex', 'Lesbian Fisting', 'Medical Student', 'Peeing', 'Rough Anal Sex', 'Sex Club', 'Sex On The Beach'] | 4.74 | _This is my story, albeit considerably elaborated and condensed in time. My partner, a wonderful, tolerant and creative man, has written it with my help... and a sexy tale it is, even if I say so myself!_
This is a true account of my deep, passionate involvement with two people at the same time – my then boyfriend and his wild, wonderful step-sister – during an idyllic summer holiday in 1993 at a remote beachside house in the North Island of New Zealand. The earlier encounter with my physiology tutor and the subsequent adventures of all four of us when we went clubbing together in Auckland are also true.
I will never forget that summer; it was a turning point in my life. Looking back, I confess that I was a rather uptight young medical student beforehand, but in the company of my two lovers I was quickly transformed into a much more open, adventurous and loving person. I am forever grateful to David and Lara (not their real names, for obvious reasons!) for unlocking my inhibitions and helping me find myself as a woman.
I had a sexual and emotional epiphany that summer, and to this day I remain (*blush*) an unremitted 'analoholic'.
Abigail C
******
**1**
Abbie awoke with a smile on her face. It was a warm day in early summer and the sun was streaming into her upstairs bedroom. Lying naked in bed, she stretched languidly, and as she did so the sheet slid across her chest, causing a pleasant tingling, followed by tautening, in her nipples. Her mild arousal instantly triggered the delicious memory of the previous night's hot and heavy phone sex with David, her boyfriend – a first for her. She had enjoyed two rapturous climaxes while she and David talked dirty to each other. Afterward, she had drifted off to sleep, one hand still between her legs. Sleeping naked was not something she normally did. There wasn't a lot of privacy when sharing a flat with three other university students, and besides, Abbie thought – until recently, let's face it, she'd been too inhibited to experiment with such sensual delights.
Today, though, she was alone in her Christchurch flat. Everyone else had headed back to his or her hometown for the long summer holiday. She was the last of all her friends to finish her exams; David had returned home to Auckland over a week ago. Although her 19-year-old heart ached for her boyfriend, she felt happy in a way she had never experienced before. She was relishing her independence, and the summer ahead held promise of adventure. For the first time in her life she wouldn't be spending the whole holiday period with her family in the small South Island town where she had grown up. Her plan was to head back to her parents' home until after Christmas, and then, in January, head off to join her boyfriend. Abbie had been invited to spend the rest of the summer with David and his family at their coastal holiday home on a farm in the Coromandel.
She bounced out of bed, drew the curtains and stood in a pool of warm sunshine, checking herself out in the full-length mirror. By any standards, she was stunningly attractive - although until she met David she had scarcely acknowledged this to herself. Her conservative Christian upbringing and high intelligence had combined to produce a young woman who was more focussed on her studies than on exploring her sexuality. She wasn't prudish or ignorant about sex, and was aware that her looks could easily turn heads. It was just that after putting up with years of panting attention from spotty, zealous Bible Class youths she had learned (without being specifically conscious of this) to dress and behave in a way that played down her attractiveness.
Leaving home and living in a university town, with lots of social activities and ready access to alcohol and soft drugs, had opened her eyes to different attitudes and ways of life. While Abbie remained a diligent student she had gradually learnt to relax more and to have fun. Slowly, an identity as a desirable young woman began to form. She had discovered the joys of masturbation only after coming to university, and now could scarcely believe that she had missed out on such pleasure for so long. Earlier that year she had developed a secret crush on one of her tutors, after which she found herself craving an orgasm almost daily.
Late one night, upon crashing into Abbie's bed after a party, Abbie and her flat-mate Lisa shared their fantasies about guys. It felt so right when the two best friends progressed to passionate kisses, then to masturbating together. Next morning Abbie was horribly embarrassed, but Lisa smiled and hugged her reassuringly. Later that day Abbie received a present from Lisa - a large purple vibrator tied up with a ribbon. She also discreetly disposed of Abbie's sensible underwear and saw to it that her friend's summer wardrobe had a makeover.
And then, one month ago, David's arrival in her life had been like a seismic jolt. They met at a bar, where they were each drinking with a separate group of friends. Abbie usually scorned engineering students due to their reputation as mindless jocks but she had to revise her prejudice after meeting David. He stood out because of his friendly and confident smile, his considerateness, his intelligence. A tall, muscular body, untidy blond hair and rugged blue- eyed good looks were an added bonus. The chemistry between them was immediate and powerful; there was a raw physical attraction that they both sensed would be life changing.
On their first night together David took Abbie's breath away when they kissed and explored each other's bodies; on the second night they made love until dawn. David proved to be skilled and passionate. On this, her first real grown-up sexual experience with a man, Abbie felt her inhibitions melting away and she responded with ever-growing ardour, experiencing climax after climax. She spread her thighs and opened her heart simultaneously - feeling wondrously abandoned as she pushed up her pelvis to meet his mouth while he feasted on her pussy; delighting in his eager virility, his hard, naked body, the sight and taste of his cock as she sucked him; purring inwardly like a cat as he fucked her, wrapping her legs around him, riding him, fucking him back...
Unfortunately, since that great beginning their times together had been fleeting and rushed due to demands of study and encroaching exams. Now, Abbie thought to herself with a smile – soon it would be time for her sensual education to continue.
Abbie regarded herself critically in the mirror: average height, 51kg ... big brown eyes, with long lashes ... shoulder length chestnut hair, tousled but shining in the sunlight ... clear skin, full lips ... perfectly formed pert breasts, medium sized, with slightly puffy areoles and prominent, rosy nipples ... softly rounded belly, with a jewelled stud in her navel (not yet disclosed to her parents) ... narrow waist ... long, shapely legs ... pretty ankles and feet. She frowned as she noticed how much her pubic bush had grown since her last shave; then she turned, checking out her cute round ass and smiling as she remembered how much David loved to watch it as she walked.
She stepped into the shower, razor in hand, and tended to her underarms and legs before focussing on her pussy hair. She shaved her mound smooth, leaving just a little fuzzy strip of auburn hair; then she squatted to tend to the hair around her vagina and anus. Rinsing off with the showerhead, Abbie's pussy began to tingle as the hot jets of water played over her labia, which were now pouting open, as she remained squatting. Arousal coursed through her body making her cheeks flush.
She reached for the shower gel and smeared it over her breasts and belly, and downward to her beautiful smooth pussy. Her fingers began to slowly stroke her private folds and over and around her clit. She closed her eyes and let her middle finger slide lower, further, allowing it to tease and press the sensitive skin around her puckered anal rosebud. Abbie had always secretly enjoyed washing herself there but had never consciously allowed herself to think of her ass as an erogenous zone. Now though, it felt deliciously naughty to let her fingertip slip just a tiny way inside...
Abbie was very turned on. With trembling hands she squirted more gel onto her fingers and soaped her ass cheeks and the cleft between them. Her heart was pounding as she leaned forward, resting her head against the shower wall, and sank to her knees. A soapy middle finger slid between her legs to her waiting anus. Her other hand flew to her clit, urgently stroking now. Slowly, breathing raggedly, she pressed her finger to her asshole, felt herself twitch momentarily in token resistance, and then gasped with pleasure as she felt herself open up, allowing her virgin back door to be penetrated. Eyes closed, her sensual instincts took over, and she rocked her hips so that her invading finger was now gently fucking her anal passage. It was so easy to let her finger slide deeply inside her, little by little, until it was buried as far as it could go.
Somehow, though, this didn't seem enough. She trembled, and her cheeks burned. Abbie withdrew her finger, applied more gel and pressed two soapy fingers to her crinkled opening. Her outer ring muscle yielded immediately, but then she felt a tight resistance as her fingers pressed against the inner ring. Eyes closed, panting, she concentrated on relaxing as her probing fingers pressed inward; she felt a hot stinging sensation, not exactly pain, and a little sob escaped her lips as her fingers succeeded in deeply penetrating her ass. A moment later, with a hot rush, her orgasm washed over her. Abbie's pussy and asshole clenched again and again; her climax was intense and prolonged.
"Oh fuck, yeah..." she sighed, overcome with her delightfully perverted newfound pleasure.
Later, as she dressed in snug jeans and t-shirt, she was deliciously aware of a leftover tingling/stinging feeling in her bottom and realised she was still horny. She felt warm, alive, bold...
******
It felt a little strange to be shopping alone. In this part of town the streets would usually be thronged with students, but with the summer break having begun the city seemed quiet. Abbie was looking for a new bikini – her old one dated from high school days; it was faded and very conservative. She also needed some other summer things to wear on her stay with David and his family.
She found a pair of little white shorts which, she thought with a smile, her boyfriend would really like – they were cut high at the back, revealing the crease between thigh and ass-cheek. David always said those creases drove him wild. The search for a bikini was less successful. She wasn't sure exactly what style or colour she was wanted but nothing she looked at seemed right. As she browsed from shop to shop her buoyant mood started to deflate a little.
At last, as she was starting to think about taking a coffee break she found herself outside an adult supplies store, a place she'd noticed before but never felt comfortable entering. A display of fetish-wear in the window caught her eye and she checked it out without embarrassment, confident in the knowledge that none of her friends would be about...
"Hello Abbie." The deep, sexy voice made Abbie start. Then, as the shock of recognition hit her, she spun around, her cheeks instantly reddening.
"Oh h-hi Tony..." It was her physiology tutor, the one she had enjoyed so many fantasies about earlier in the year. Abbie's voice faded, she didn't know what else to say. When she looked back at him Tony was smiling warmly.
"Pretty wild stuff, huh? I love this store!"
"Well, actually I've never been inside. Umm... I was just passing. I'm shopping for some clothes and, er..." She held up her one shopping bag as if to justify herself, then quickly realised how ambiguous this sounded considering the obvious interest with which she had been staring at a tight- fitting rubber suit in the sex shop window.
She giggled. "I mean, I'm looking for regular clothes".
"Sure, sure," he laughed, teasing her. "Come on, let's go inside". Without waiting for her reply he took Abbie by the elbow and led her through the door.
Tony chatted to the sales clerk and unselfconsciously bought a bottle of flavoured lubricant. Meanwhile, Abbie tried unsuccessfully to look worldly and cool as she stared around in wonderment at the wares on sale. Her eyes lit upon stacks and shelves filled with sexy lingerie (some tacky, some tasteful, she noticed), dildos, probes, vibrators, DVDs, books and other products that she didn't even recognise. With a shock she recognised her own (now well used) model of vibrator – the one her flat-mate had given her months ago. Lisa must have bought it here, she realised.
"See anything you like?" Tony was at her side again.
"Heaps..." she replied, rather boldly, "but I'm certainly not buying anything in front of _you_ , Mr Hughes!"
Tony laughed, and put his arm around her shoulders. "Come on, let's get a coffee".
"OK... I was just going to suggest the same thing."
Abbie found she was enjoying Tony's company. She felt wonderfully grown up, and seriously flattered, to think that her ex-tutor was interested in spending time with her. As he leaned close she could smell his familiar aftershave, and her old feelings of attraction welled up stronger than ever and made her heart skip a beat. Tony was in his early 30's, average build but with strong hands, rakishly long hair and rimless glasses; dressed in corduroy pants and a crisp linen shirt.
Sipping their lattes in the corner of a trendy café, Abbie allowed herself to flirt openly. She chattered away about her forthcoming holiday, smiling at Tony and fiddling coquettishly with her hair. He was equally relaxed and forthcoming, and Abby soon learned that he was currently unattached. She talked about her shopping expedition and her difficulty finding a bikini she liked. He demanded to see her new shorts, to which she made a token protest, but was delighted to notice the sharp intake of breath and widening of his eyes when she teasingly displayed her purchase.
"Your boyfriend is in for a treat," he said softly, and a little wistfully. He leaned back in his chair. "Abbie," he began, "it's been a delight to get acquainted... properly, I mean, not just as your tutor. I'd really like to buy you a present, something special for your holiday. Have you got a summer dress to wear out at night?"
"Well, no... but I can't let you spoil me like that." Abbie demurred.
Tony laughed and took her hand across the table. "Yes I can... and don't worry; I don't expect anything in return." Abbie felt a slight pang of disappointment at this, but squeezed his hand and smiled back happily.
With his arm around her waist he led her down the street to an upmarket designer store that Abbie had never even considered going into. Together they looked through the racks of expensive clothes. At the same moment their eyes fell on a sexy little sundress, daringly short with spaghetti straps and a plunging backline. It was beautifully cut and made of a soft, sheer peacock coloured fabric - emerald with splashes of turquoise - a perfect match for Abbie's colouring.
"Oh yes," Tony breathed. "Try this on."
Inside the changing cubicle Abbie admired herself in the mirror. The dress was a perfect fit and looked even more stunning now that she had it on. She had never worn such an exquisite garment.
"Can I see?" Tony asked, and without waiting for a reply pushed open the door to the cubicle and joined her inside. He shook his head. "You look stunning, Abbie... but you need to lose the bra - the straps are showing."
She obligingly unclipped her bra and wriggled out of it with the dress still on and looked again at her reflection in the mirror. She saw Tony standing behind her, smiling. Their eyes locked. Next thing he had his arms around her from behind, nuzzling her neck.
Abbie spun around in his arms and kissed him eagerly on the mouth. Tony felt like he was in heaven. He closed his eyes to focus on the incredible softness of her lips, and kissed her back. She stood on tiptoe, her arms snaking around his neck... lips parting, the kiss deepening, her body pressed to his. At last, she drew back. "Thank you _sooo_ much, but Tony, this dress is way too expensive..."
Tony's eyes sparkled. "That's OK. It's yours, on one condition: wear it this afternoon... and wear nothing else."
Abbie felt his hands slide slowly down from her waist, over her ass and under the hem of the dress. He hooked his fingers through her panties and gently tugged them down until they dropped around her ankles. Abbie shivered with erotic anticipation and felt her mouth go dry.
She smiled slowly, and nodded. "OK," she whispered. As she pressed her body to his and kissed him passionately again, his palms moved back under her dress to cup her ass.
"Is everything all right?" the salesgirl called from outside the cubicle.
Abbie stifled a giggle. 'Wonderful, thanks!" she replied.
Standing beside Tony as he paid for the dress, Abbie delighted in the sexy feeling of being naked in public apart from a thin, semi-translucent layer of material. Her pussy was wet and she felt incredibly aroused. She enjoyed the salesgirl's look of admiration tinged with envy, and stretched languidly, knowing full well that her hard nipples would be visible as the fabric stretched across her bust.
They stepped outside into the early afternoon heat, hand in hand.
"And now for your bikini - I think I have the answer!" Tony said.
Abbie had completely forgotten about her swimsuit problem, in the excitement of buying her sundress. Tony explained that he was the part owner of a surf store at the beach, which was managed by his brother.
"He has a great range of bikinis. The store's closed today, but I have a key. Let's take a look." Abbie happily agreed.
******
As she sat beside Tony in his classic 1968 MGBGT on the road to the beach, a warm breeze in her chestnut hair, she allowed her dress to ride high up her thighs. She turned her head to watch him as he drove, then slowly let her knees fall apart as her fingertips caressed the inside of her thighs. Sliding down a little in her seat, her dress rode higher still, exposing her pussy. 'Look..." she breathed as they stopped at some traffic lights. Tony's eyes met hers, and then dropped to feast on the alluring sight of her damp, pink, freshly shaven cunt peeking out below her dress as she writhed sensually in the seat. She smiled at the shock and excitement on his face. Abbie licked and sucked a finger then slowly drew the moistened digit between her pussy lips... dipped inside her wet centre... and returned it to her mouth. Just then a car pulled up beside them. Abbie grinned wickedly, pulled down the hem of her dress and gave her tutor a teasing wink.
They pulled up outside Tony's store. He unlocked the door (trying not to let his hands tremble) and let her inside. As soon as the door closed she flew into his arms. He lifted her effortlessly and she locked her legs around his waist, held him tight and nuzzled into his neck.
"Whoa, Abbie" he said, laughing. He let her down and gently stroked her cheek. "Let's get you that bikini first."
Taking her hand he led her to the shop's swimwear section, and then busied himself closing the blinds so they had complete privacy.
The selection to choose from was everything Abbie could have dreamed of. She picked out a sexy bikini, in a silky, shiny material with a snakeskin effect, and held it up for Tony's approval. It was much more daring than she would ever have considered in the past but right now she was so turned on her only thought was to make Tony want her so much that he would be unable to resist fucking her right there and then.
Leaning back on the counter, Tony smiled. "Good choice."
She looked into his eyes and slowly lifted her dress, up and right over her head, then stood naked before him. Her nerve faltered momentarily and she blushed, then quickly put on the bikini and checked herself out in a full- length mirror. It was perfect: the four tiny scraps of fabric fit her snugly and barely covered her breasts and ass.
Abbie felt her tutor come up behind her, one hand sliding across her belly, the other cupping a breast, his breath warm on her neck. She sighed, and closed her eyes.
"I want you... so much," he whispered, sliding one hand inside the front of her bikini briefs. She tilted her pelvis, eagerly offering up her very aroused, wet cunt to his invading fingers.
"I'm yours," she whispered back.
She turned and kissed him, gently biting his lip and his neck as she unbuttoned his shirt for him, pulled it loose, and then unzipped his pants. She crouched to pull down his pants and undershorts. Tony's thick, erect penis sprang free, right in front of her face. She looked up and smiled at him. "It's beautiful," she breathed. Very slowly, eyes locked on his, Abbie let her tongue slide over and around the head before taking his hard cock in her mouth. She sucked on it, swirled her tongue around it, making him groan. She felt his hands at the back of her head, urging her on, and knew that he wanted more.
Abbie's whole body tingled with lust. She slid her hands around to his hard buttocks and took his cock deeper into her mouth. Tony sighed in bliss as she sucked him hard. She released him, let her lips tighten just beneath the head, and then pulled his shaft into her again. Taking his cue from her, Tony began to fuck her mouth – slowly, gently, letting her stay in charge by holding onto his ass cheeks with both hands. With each stroke Abbie swallowed his cock a little deeper and held him there, sucking him rhythmically, before releasing again. Belying her inexperience, Abbie's sensual intuition took over. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and let his cock slide still deeper, inch- by-inch, until she felt him enter her throat, swallowing him completely. To her surprise and delight, she did not gag. She held him there as she suckled... then released again.
"Oh God, Abbie... I'm going to cum!" he gasped.
She glanced up, eyes sparkling, then swallowed him fully again... held him there, sucking, urging him on. Tony's legs shook, his head tilted back and his orgasm hit him like a bolt of lightning. He jerked, cried out and his cum spurted down her throat, jet after jet. She gripped his ass, pulling him completely into her, swallowing in unison with each spasm of his cock.
Only when his climax subsided did Abbie free him from her throat and draw breath. She tasted his salty cum. As she released him slowly, she closed her lips around his cock, freeing him at last with a little pop. With a wicked grin she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
He shuddered, eyes wide, stunned... "How... on earth... did you do that?" he said, his breathing ragged.
"Dunno," Abbie giggled, "but you're not finished yet, Mr Hughes!"
He smiled weakly back. She took his softening cock reverently in one hand and cupped his balls with the other. Her tongue danced and slid over his penis, avoiding the oversensitive head, then gently licked his balls.
Abbie stood and kissed him long and deep. She bent her head and sucked his nipples, making him groan. Tony watched, transfixed, as she stepped back and sat on the edge of the sales counter before him, pulled open her bikini top and traced wet rings around her own stiff nipples with a moistened finger. Consumed by desire, all inhibitions gone, she lay back and drew her feet up to the edge of the counter... let her knees fall wide apart... pulled her bikini bottom to the side... and arched her back, offering herself to him. He gazed at her coral pink, glistening cunt and thought that he had never seen anything so achingly, wantonly beautiful. Abbie opened herself with her fingers, dipped inside and slowly began to stroke her clit. To his amazement, Tony's cock stirred, and grew rigid once more.
She smiled at him, almost shyly. With shaking hands, she undid the ties of her bikini, letting the wisps of material fall away. Naked now, she lay open before his gaze, thighs spread widely apart like a deliciously provocative nymph. She felt feral in her desire. _I'm a bitch in heat,_ she thought to herself with an inward smile. Slowly, gracefully, Abbie turned over onto elbows and knees, presenting herself to him again, ass high in the air, shoulders low. She bit her lip, heart pounding, waiting... her whole body ached to be taken, to be fucked by this beautiful man, her teacher.
She felt his hands on her hips and sighed deeply; pressed back at him so his hardness nestled into her ass-cleft. Urgently, his hands pulled her open and his cock plunged deeply into her slick cunt with one stroke. Abbie gasped... met his thrust... arched her back. And then at last they fucked... roughly, both crying out with animalistic desire. He ravaged her, slamming hard into her willing cunt, his buttocks clenching with each thrust... gripping her hips and pulling her towards him, his balls slapping against her. The heady scent of passionate sex filled their nostrils.
"Oh yesss...fuck me, FUCK me!" Abbie heard a woman's howl of desire and realised, with a shock, that it was her own voice. As she bucked and jerked, Abbie rubbed her clit with one hand. The need to cum consumed her and made her body thrum with almost unbearable tension.
And then she erupted with a half-scream, orgasm flushing through her from her neck to the tips of her toes. Tony rode with her climax, thrusting in time with her waves of pleasure. Just as her orgasm began to subside she felt him groan and the spasms of his own climax spurted deep inside her.
She collapsed face down onto the counter, her legs suddenly weak as jelly. His semen dribbled out of her as she pressed her legs together and squeezed her inner muscles, little ripples of pleasure coursing through her still. Tony climbed up onto the counter beside her, stroked her face and took her tenderly in his arms. She nuzzled into his shoulder, tears pricking her eyes.
Abbie knew in that moment she had been transformed. No longer a sexual novice, she was a young woman whose sexuality had been ignited and now burned at the core of her being. She was shaken... amazed... and very excited, as she thought about the summer ahead. Even now, lying in Tony's arms feeling wonderfully contented and fulfilled, she knew she was both ready and eager for more erotic adventures.
"Thank you, Mr Hughes," she murmured.
**2**
A few weeks later, In early January, Abbie was sitting on board a plane to Auckland. She was feeling a mixture of apprehension and slight deflation. David had phoned the previous evening to explain that he and his parents had to attend some boring business meeting in the city, which meant they wouldn't be able to meet her as planned.
"I'm so sorry, babe. I miss you heaps, but it's only going to be one more day," he said. His mother and father both came on the phone to apologise as well. They sounded really friendly and welcoming.
"Don't worry, Lara will take care of you. She's staying for the summer as well," David said. Lara was David's 26-year-old stepsister. He had spoken of her a few times, and had said they got on well together.
"How will I recognise her?" Abbie asked, a little plaintively.
"Oh, she'll recognise you... she knows all about you," David replied
******
As she walked into the arrivals area Abbie scanned the crowd anxiously. She was just about to find a seat to wait when she spotted a strikingly sexy young woman on the other side of the hall, also looking around. The other woman was tall and curvy but carried not an ounce of overweight... lightly tanned... blue eyes and black hair in a short bob... a face like a model, subtly but perfectly made up... dressed in a short blue halter top, tight white jeans, classy but understated earrings and bangle, and high heeled white sandals. Abbie stared, oblivious to everyone else in the hall, and held her breath in anticipation. She realised she desperately wanted this siren to be Lara.
After what seemed like ages the woman noticed Abbie looking at her. A smile lit up her face and she hurried over. "Abbie!!! Yay, I found you!" she gushed, opening her arms and enveloping Abbie in a long welcoming hug.
"Hi Lara," Abbie smiled back, "glad you recognised me."
"I'm short-sighted, but once I spotted you it wasn't difficult... I was too vain to wear my glasses," she added, laughing.
Lara seized both Abbie's hands and appraised her without embarrassment. Abbie felt her cheeks go slightly pink.
"Wow, you're even hotter than David said!" Lara breathed. "I'm _sooo_ glad you've come, I'm really looking forward to getting acquainted."
It was on the tip of Abbie's tongue to blurt out that she found Lara incredibly hot as well, but caught herself just in time. "Umm, thanks... it's... er... great to meet you, too," she stammered.
If Lara noticed how nervous and tongue-tied Abbie was she didn't let on. She chattered away unselfconsciously about herself, filling Abbie in about her life and her family, as well as showing an interest in Abbie's studies and social life. It turned out Lara was the only child of David's stepmother from her first marriage, which had ended five years ago. She was close to her stepfather and stepbrother and loved spending time with her new family. She worked as a law clerk in Auckland, and was employed by a female lawyer whom she really liked. She hinted at a relationship with her boss that was more than just professional. Lara said she had a boyfriend but was feeling dissatisfied with him. She hadn't invited him down to Coromandel for the summer holiday because "we both need a break".
In truth, Lara's love life was a tangled mess. She had plunged into a hot affair with her female boss, but had chosen to be open about it with her boyfriend. This had naturally caused pain and ructions, and she was glad to have some respite with her family to consider her options. And now, she thought ruefully to herself, she was feeling hugely attracted to this gorgeous young thing who had landed almost literally in her lap. So much for 'time out' from the complications in her life! Lara decided to be circumspect – for now – about her bisexuality. From what David had told her she knew Abbie was quite inexperienced, and she didn't want to make her feel awkward.
Sitting in the passenger seat of Lara's BMW convertible on the way to the beach house, Abbie gradually relaxed. Lara was really easy to talk to, almost like they had been friends for years. She soon found herself conversing amiably, sharing personal details and laughing. She was a little in awe of Lara's stunning attractiveness, as a result of which it never entered her head that Lara might be similarly interested in her. She therefore felt quite safe in allowing herself the secret luxury of falling in lust. Apart from drunken kisses shared with her flatmate, Abbie had no experience of sex with other women. Her Christian upbringing had caused an unconscious psychological barrier to this idea. Now, though, in her new adventurous frame of mind, she eagerly embraced the possibility – at least in fantasy.
Lara negotiated the winding farm road to the coast, driving fast and confidently. Abbie periodically stole glances at her new companion, imagining her naked and indulging in daydreams of touching and kissing her beautiful golden skin.
They arrived at last at the beach house, and Abbie literally gasped when she saw its perfect setting for the first time. The modern house was designed to complement the landscape rather than compete with it, and opened onto a huge wooden deck with an outdoor spa pool overlooking the blue Pacific Ocean. To one side was a gully with lush native flax and palms; on the other, steep hillside. Just below, down a short path, was a small beach with gleaming white sand fringed by pohutukawa trees, offering natural shade. The whole property was completely secluded - the nearest neighbour was at least 5km away. Lara explained that the surrounding farmland had belonged to the family for generations but was now leased out.
"Like it?" she enquired with a grin.
"I've never seen such a beautiful place," Abbie answered honestly, gazing at the spectacular view.
It was early afternoon by the time they arrived. The sky was cloudless and it was very warm. Lara grabbed Abbie's bag and wheeled it inside, to the guest bedroom.
"OK... I'll leave you to get unpacked and freshen up. Your bathroom's right next-door. Then let's have a picnic lunch on the beach... why don't you change into your swimsuit, if you want? It's so hot today, I can't wait to have a swim!"
"Mmm, sounds great!" Abbie replied happily.
She quickly unpacked her things and peeled off her sticky t-shirt and jeans, then jumped into the shower. With the hot jets of water caressing her skin, Abbie felt deliciously horny. She massaged the shower gel all over her body, lingering on her breasts and pussy. After drying herself she put on her new bikini and checked herself out in the mirror, suddenly feeling embarrassed by how skimpy it was. She pulled on a pair of denim shorts, pulled her hair into a ponytail and skipped out to the kitchen to rejoin her new friend.
Lara had changed into a sexy black one-piece swimsuit and colourful sarong. She turned, looked Abbie up and down and gave a low whistle, a big grin on her face.
"Whoa, girl, just as well it's a private beach... otherwise you might cause a riot!"
To her annoyance, Abbie felt herself blush, but was secretly pleased by the compliment. She was very aware of her erect nipples showing through the thin fabric of her bikini. "What about you, Lara... you look like a movie star!" Abbie blurted out.
Lara turned from the bench and hugged her. "You're so sweet!"
Abbie grinned, and hugged her back. "Hey, that looks yummy!" she said, eyeing the sandwiches, cheese and fruit Lara had thrown together, along with a bottle of riesling.
They put on their sunglasses and walked down the grassy path to the beach. Lara spread a huge beach blanket on the hot sand and they lay on it, chatting away easily and sharing their picnic. Before they knew it the wine bottle was empty and they both felt a little lightheaded.
Conversation gradually petered out. Lara stretched lazily and unwrapped her sarong. "Let's sunbathe for a little while before we swim, shall we?"
"Good idea," Abbie replied, wriggling out of her shorts and lying supine in the sun.
Eyes closed, she sensed her older companion's eyes on her. It felt exciting. She stretched her body like a cat, arching her back and thrusting out her breasts, hoping Lara would see them straining against her bikini top.
"Abbie, hon, we're going to fry if we don't get some sunscreen on," Lara said. "Would you like me to put some on your back?"
"OK, yeah... thanks," Abbie replied with a warm smile. She turned over onto her front and lifted her ponytail up. Abbie thought she detected a slight trembling in Lara's hands as she began to smooth the warm cream over her shoulders and upper arms.
"Umm, you know what," Lara breathed, a little huskily, "there's really no need to wear a swimsuit on this beach – no-one else ever comes here. I hardly ever bother with mine." Abbie's heart began to race, but before she had time to figure out a reply she felt Lara's fingers untying her bikini top and gently pulling it from under her. As Lara's hands resumed her work – a sensuous massage, now, rather than simply application of sunscreen – Abbie moaned softly, "Mmm, that's _so_ nice."
The massaging hands slowly moved all the way down her back, and then stopped. There was an electric silence in the air as Abbie sensed that her new friend had stood up and was peeling off her swimsuit. Naked now, Lara knelt astride Abbie's thighs; next thing, Abbie felt soft hands gently tugging at the sides of her bikini briefs, untying them, pulling them off too. She felt deliciously aware of both her own nakedness and Lara's, the warm sun, the smell of the sea, the sound of the waves - a kind of primeval sensuality that she had never known before. Her pussy was very, very wet, and she couldn't stop herself squeezing her thighs together. She wondered what Lara would think if she noticed this, then realised she really didn't care.
As she straddled her, Lara now smoothed cream over the lower half of her new friend's body, caressing and kneading her perfectly rounded ass, then her shapely legs. Finally Lara leaned forward; as she did so, her hard nipples brushed Abbie's back causing a sharp intake of breath from them both. "Turn over, honey," she whispered in Abbie's ear.
Abbie did so, keeping her eyes tightly closed behind her sunglasses. She bit her lip, a little scared to be so openly exposed in public, but desperate for Lara to continue caressing her sun-warmed skin. She reminded herself the beach was completely secluded and soon found herself relaxing, letting her thighs roll slightly apart and delighting in the novel pleasure of warm sunshine on her naked pussy. Kneeling beside her, Lara slowly spread cream over her shoulders, arms and legs, then her belly, and down over her pubic mound... so close, but not touching her juicing pussy. Finally Lara spread her fingers and slid them one by one over Abbie's erect nipples, then gently caressed and kneaded the younger woman's impossibly perky breasts. She leaned forward again, this time openly allowing her body to press against Abbie's as she again whispered in her ear: "My turn."
Abbie felt almost in a trance as she opened her eyes, sat up and saw Lara lying prone on the blanket beside her. Naked, she was if anything more spectacular than Abbie had fantasised. She had no tan lines, a perfect ass and on her left shoulder blade was a beautiful 10cm black tattoo depicting a dragon. With shaking hands Abbie started to follow the caressing and massaging routine she had been shown. At first she was too shy to kneel astride Lara's body, but as she relaxed she grew bolder. She had never done anything so exquisitely charged with erotic sensuality, but it just felt so right and natural.
As she worked on Lara's lovely ass, Abbie gently pushed one knee between the other woman's legs; Lara obligingly let her thighs move apart, allowing Abbie to kneel between them. She massaged the tanned globes with her thumbs, spreading them apart as she worked, feasting her eyes on Lara's most secret flesh - the deliciously cute wrinkled brown star, the pink, wet, pouting labia. Finishing the first stage of the massage, she lay without hesitation face-down on top of Lara and slid her body over hers; then she butterfly kissed the back of her neck, gently blew in her ear and whispered with a giggle "You know what to do..."
When Lara eagerly turned onto her back, Abbie gave a little cry of surprise and delight as she saw that Lara's pubic area was waxed completely hairless, but with a small dragon tattoo in the centre of her pubic mound, matching the one on her shoulder blade.
"You like it?" Lara asked, unembarrassed by Abbie staring at her pussy.
Abbie clapped her hand to her mouth. "Oh Lara, that tattoo is so sexy!"
Lara grinned, sat up, took off her sunglasses, and beckoned. "Come here, Sweet One".
As she kneeled hesitantly beside her, Lara gently removed Abbie's sunglasses as well, and then with hands on each side of her younger companion's pretty face she looked deeply into her eyes before slowly leaning forward to brush her lips against hers. As they shared the kiss, so soft and sensual, Abbie nearly fainted with delight. Their arms slid around each other and they kissed again, longer and deeper this time, growing increasing hungry and passionate... lips parting, tongues dancing, At last Abbie broke the kiss, panting and breathless; eyes locked on Lara's, she gently pushed her down onto her back once more and moved the other woman's legs apart so she could kneel between them. She squirted another dollop of sunscreen onto her palms and smoothed it onto Lara's belly, then up over her full, round breasts – slowly kneading and caressing, finally pinching the nipples between thumb and forefinger as she moved her head down and kissed the sexy dragon tattoo. Lara's eyes were hooded with lust as Abbie sensuously slid her outstretched body over hers and kissed her passionately again.
It was very hot on the beach and both women were glistening with sweat mixed with sunscreen. Reluctantly, running her fingers through Abbie's hair, Lara said softly "I think we're gonna melt if we don't swim now. Come on..."
They ran naked down the beach, hand in hand, into the cool water and splashed about, diving into the breaking waves at the water's edge. Then Lara swam out a little deeper, bobbed down in the water and waited for Abbie to join her. She opened her arms and Abbie floated gracefully into her embrace. Under the water the two women's bodies intertwined, mouths locked together once more. They laughed as a wave tilted them off balance, breaking their kiss. Abbie wrapped her legs around Lara's waist for support, holding the back of her head, then realised with a shock that her breasts were bobbing right in front of Lara's face. Lara looked up, smiled and licked her lips sexily. Abbie held her breath... waited... and shivered with pleasure as Lara kissed her breasts all over, then took first one taut nipple then the other between her lips, letting her tongue slide around them, sucking, gently biting.
They emerged from the water like two goddesses, walked up the beach and flopped down again on the blanket to dry, again wallowing in the sensual pleasure of the hot sun kissing every inch of their naked bodies. They were both unbelievably horny, both dreamily imagining what might happen next. After drying off they began to get hot again.
"Let's move into the shade before we roast," Lara suggested.
Together they picked up the beach blanket and laid it down in the shade of trees higher up the beach. Kneeling face to face, bodies pressed together, Lara kissed her new friend softly... buried her face in her hair... nibbled her lip. Abbie responded ardently - long, wet, deep kisses that made them both gasp with pleasure. At last Lara broke their embrace and looked into Abbie's eyes for a long time. "Are you sure you are ready for this?" she whispered.
Abbie could hardly speak."P-please... teach me. I want... everything." She couldn't bear to think Lara might stop, and tears filled her eyes.
"Oh Abbie, I _sooo_ want you," Lara breathed. She smiled tenderly and licked away Abbie's tears, pushed her gently down onto her back, then slowly kissed all the way down her delicious young body, tasting the salt on her warm skin – her face, her neck, the insides of her wrists and elbows, her navel, her mound... taking time to lick and suck her rosy nipples... and then, at last, gently spreading her thighs and pushing her knees up toward her chest.
Abbie's pussy opened like a pink tropical orchid, glistening wetly in the bright sunlight. Lara nearly died with desire. Slowly, very slowly, her eyes locked on Abbie's, she lowered her face reverently and kissed the waiting flower. Then her tongue began to slide wetly around and between the coral-pink folds, teasing, tasting, suckling... making Abbie sob with pleasure and arch her back.
Barely a minute later Abbie's head fell back and she began to whimper. "Oh yes... oh fuck... I'm going to cum". Suddenly she felt her whole body drowning in pleasure as her orgasm consumed her. She cried out and bucked against Lara's mouth, juices gushing, her cunt clenching over and over again. When the quivering subsided, Lara moved up to kiss her young lover and hold her, moved by her power of her erotic responsiveness.
For a time they lay in each other's arms, not speaking. Then Abbie, still flushed, began to move her body sensuously and kissed Lara again, gently at first, then eagerly. With a smile of satisfaction Lara understood that the younger woman was ready to make love again. Moving like a sleek, lithe cat, Lara turned and kneeled in 69 position above Abbie's supine body.
Abbie gazed upward, transfixed by the sight of her lover's wet and swollen pussy just inches from her face. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the wild, heady scent of female arousal mixed with sea-salt, and her whole being ached to feast on every sensual pleasure promised by the delicious feminine flesh displayed before her. She felt, with a mixture of apprehension and delight, that another boundary in her sensual life was being pushed aside. Unbidden, almost, her hands moved up and gently spread Lara's cunt, exposing her dusky pink clit. For a moment she hesitated as Lara writhed and arched her back in anticipation... then drew her lover's open pussy down onto her waiting mouth.
Lara gasped and moaned softly at the first touch of Abbie's tongue. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the pleasure of participating in a new and very special experience: gifting her body to another woman, enabling her to experience lesbian lovemaking for the very first time. Abbie lapped at Lara's pussy, her tongue exploring, pushing inside, tasting... lips closing over her folds, gently sucking. Gradually her attention shifted to focus on Lara's clit, licking around and across it, alternating with slow, gentle suckling. As she sensed her lover's building erotic response, arousal suffused her own body and she began to tilt her pelvis, squeezing her thighs together. At this cue, Lara gently opened the younger girl's thighs, dipped her head between them and began to reciprocate the expert licking her own cunt was receiving. Perfectly in tune now, as if they had been lovers for years, they feasted on each other, their arousal peaking... easing back... rising again. At last, Lara's body began to shake as she felt the inevitability of her climax welling up from deep inside her.
Abbie knew with certainty that her own orgasm would crest simultaneously to Lara's. She held Lara's hips tightly and clamped her mouth to her lover's centre, judging perfectly, by some deep erotic intuition, the perfect rhythm and pressure to exert on her clit. Lara's climax broke with a shuddering sob and pleasure drowned her like a tidal wave. Somehow, dimly conscious, she managed to keep licking Abbie, whose own orgasm burst a moment later... a series of clenching peaks that somehow, magically, coincided with Lara's.
Afterwards, totally spent, they lay in each other's arms, both shaken and moved by the intensity of their experience.
"Thank you," Abbie said softly, as her eyes began to close. Then, drowsily, "What am I going to say to David?"
Lara smiled at her, stroked her cheek. "Why don't you tell him everything? I don't think he'll mind," she replied. It was on the tip of her tongue to say more, but she decided it could wait. Abbie smiled, blissfully happy, and drifted off to sleep.
******
When they awoke from their nap it was late afternoon. The air was still warm but the sun had dipped below the ridge of hills to the west. Abbie stretched, hugged Lara and nuzzled her neck, still aglow from her afternoon of sexual awakening. Together they gathered their things and headed back up the track to the house.
Inside, they showered together, washing away the salt, sweat and other juices that had dried on their bodies. They soaped each other, delighting in the slippery sensuality of skin sliding on skin. Standing behind her, Lara massaged shower gel over Abbie's shoulders, down her back and over her rounded ass (now slightly pink, like a fresh peach, from sunbathing). She let her thumb slide slowly and deliberately down the central cleft, until it pressed gently against Abbie's anus. Abbie gasped and her body jolted; a moment later she relaxed and even pushed back a little.
Lara leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially in Abbie's ear "I think you like that, don't you?"
Abbie turned to face her new lover. She was blushing, but her eyes were sparkling; no other answer was needed. They stepped out of the shower and dried each other off with big soft fluffy towels.
"Come with me, Sweet One," Lara breathed. Taking Abbie's hand, she led her into her bedroom. The room was suffused with soft light from many candles, and the bedcover was already turned back invitingly. Unbidden, eyes hooded with desire, Abbie lay down on her back and spread her legs wide apart, her feet on the edge of the bed. Smiling into Lara's eyes, she pinched her nipples into hard buds and tilted her pelvis upward, eagerly offering her body to the beautiful dark siren who had begun to unlock the depths of her sexuality - depths that she had never before imagined.
Lara knelt on the floor beside the bed and nuzzled the insides of Abbie's thighs, then slowly began to lick and gently suckle all around her pussy folds. At first, she teased her by avoiding direct tongue contact with her clit. Then, when Abbie began to writhe and whimper, she flicked her tongue over and around the little button which was now peeking out of its hood.
Growing bolder, Lara pushed Abbie's knees right up onto her chest, and let her tongue slide experimentally around her perineal area, between pussy and anus. Abbie gasped and shivered... Lara noted with a secret smile that her young lover did not try to lower her pelvis again. In fact, she hooked her elbows behind her knees and held herself in position, even lifting a little. Lara gazed with unbridled lust at the gaping cunt and sweet pale-brown wrinkled rosebud, and could not decide which was prettier or more inviting.
_'She did say she wanted everything',_ Lara thought.
She let her tongue snake gradually lower, eliciting soft moans from Abbie, then began to slide the tip over and around her twitching anus. Abbie sighed deeply and her moans grew louder.
Lara spread Abbie's ass-cheeks with her thumbs and watched as the now wet little star uncrinkled and gaped open a little. She licked it in earnest then pushed her tongue tip inside the dark chute as far as she could... withdrew... pushed in again, tongue-fucking her.
Abbie cheeks burned and she felt deliciously depraved. "Oooh, YESSS, that's so fucking nasty! Lick me there... T-take me," Abbie cooed.
Lara wet her index finger with saliva and traced the tip around Abbie's anal opening, teasing her, whilst transferring her mouth to suck on her clit.
"Please.... please," Abbie whimpered, her head rolling from side to side.
"Er... please what, Sweet One?" Lara asked, faking innocence. "Tell me."
Abbie blushed scarlet but her incredible arousal overcame all her remaining inhibitions. "Please put your finger there, and... f-fuck me... _fuck_ my tight asshole and make me cum!" she whispered, eyes glazed.
Lara slid her finger in and out of Abbie's anal opening, just a little way at first, then gradually deeper, gently easing past the sphincter muscle. From then on her finger seemed almost to be sucked in, as if Abbie's bottom-hole itself was eager to be penetrated more deeply. Lara was able to fuck her right to the limit of the finger's reach. Lara could sense Abbie's climax approaching – her breathing was ragged and she laid still, her body quivering on the brink. Lara sucked hard on her clit and at the same time thrust her thumb deep inside her cunt, fucking her there along with the finger invading her asshole. Abbie cried out, and her whole body convulsed in a shattering orgasm. As she came, Lara finger-fucked both holes in rhythm with each clenching wave of pleasure, until at last Abbie sighed deeply and her head rolled to one side, utterly spent. Lara withdrew her digits slowly, savouring the sight of both holes slick, gaping open and messy with cunt juice and saliva. She climbed onto the bed and fell into Abbie's open arms. As they embraced Abbie sobbed with gratitude and relief. She felt wickedly feral, as if her sexual being had abandoned all limits.
Lara smiled at her lovingly and shook her head in mock admonishment. "I'd never have guessed what a wicked little vixen you are!"
Abbie clapped a hand over her mouth, blushed and giggled. "I never realised either!"
They lay together quietly, luxuriating in each other's bodies... caressing, stroking, kissing. After a few minutes Lara reached into a bedside drawer and handed Abbie a bottle of lube and a selection of vibrators. Positioning herself on elbows and knees, ass high in the air, she turned her head to lock eyes with her lover and breathed huskily "Do whatever you want to me, Sweet One."
Slowly and gracefully, as Abbie watched, transfixed, Lara placed her forehead on the sheets and reached around with both hands to spread her ass-cheeks wide apart. Her pussy gaped open, glistening wetly in the candlelight and then, as her muscles relaxed, her wrinkled anus began to pout open as well. Abbie, stunned by this erotic display, licked her lips then buried her face in Lara's pussy. She closed her eyes and tasted her deeply, inhaling her musky sexual scent. Her pulse raced with the excitement of crossing another sexual boundary as she allowed her tongue tip to trace slowly up to Lara's anal opening, flick across it, tentatively push inside. Lara sighed with pleasure, pushed back and felt her anus dilate a little further. Abbie squeezed some lube into the waiting hole, and then spread some more onto her fingers. She pushed two fingers, then three, into Lara's cunt, rubbing her lover's clit at the same time with her thumb. Lara whimpered and began to rock backwards and forwards. Taking the hint, Abbie fucked her – gently at first, then more roughly.
Abbie's eyes glinted wickedly. With her other hand she reached for a medium sized ribbed vibrator, coated it with lube and switched it on, then pressed it against Lara's twitching anus whilst she continued to finger-fuck her cunt.
"Oh God, yes...FUCK me!" Lara cried, her climax beginning to swell up deep inside her. Abbie pushed the buzzing vibrator past Lara's anal sphincter... drew it out completely... pushed in deeper... pulled out... thrust in again. At last, fucking her hard now in both holes, Abbie heard her lover's orgasm crest in a scream of pleasure, her whole body shaking as Abbie fought to keep both her holes pumped full as she climaxed. Exhausted now, Lara collapsed face down on the bed, her ass and pussy still open and slick. Abbie lapped up the leaking juices like a greedy kitten, then lay beside her lover and snuggled her. They basked in the afterglow of their passion for a long time, both completely sated.
******
The phone rang, startling both women out of their reverie. "Umm... hello," Lara said, picking up.
"Hi big sister!" came the reply. "How are you? Is Abbie there?"
Lara covered the receiver with her hand. "It's David!" she whispered to Abbie.
"I'm good, and we're getting on just fine," she replied, winking at her naked lover lying beside her.
Abbie giggled, her face blushing red. She desperately wanted to see her boyfriend again, to have him hold her close while she told him everything that had transpired since they parted... and to show him what she had learned. But what if he wasn't cool with it? What if he felt hurt or jealous? Abbie's throat tightened with anxiety. Gradually, as she listened to Lara chatting away happily to her brother, she relaxed. David wasn't the jealous type, she reminded herself, and neither was she.
She mimed her eagerness to take the phone, finally tickling Lara mercilessly to make her hand it over.
"Hi David!" she said, breathlessly. "I can't wait to see you."
"Me too. So... is Lara being nice to you?"
"Uh huh. We've – um – we've had a great time together," Abbie replied, a little flustered.
David laughed. "I bet! You can tell me all about it tomorrow."
As he proceeded to update her about his activities since they had last spoken Abbie felt Lara's naked body pressing against hers from behind. Lara slid her warm hands around to cup Abbie's breasts and fondle them, teasing the nipples to hardness. At the same time she leaned forward to breathe in Abbie's free ear and nibble her earlobe. Abbie's heart pounded and she could barely respond articulately to what David what saying.
"... so Mum and Dad won't be coming down tomorrow after all. They have to stay on for another couple of days - just some family business stuff. But they don't mind if I take the car and drive down tomorrow by myself. I should be there around midday. So we can cut loose without worrying about them being around. Can't wait!"
"Oh... er...OK." Abbie paused. "David?"
"Yeah?"
"I want you so bad," she whispered.
"Oh fuck, I want you too... you're making me hard now."
Abbie giggled. "Don't you dare touch yourself. Save it for me!"
"OK, I will," David groaned, "...if you pay me back," he added with a chuckle.
His next words made Abbie gasp and her heart skipped a beat. "Hey... guess what? I met one of your tutors – Tony Hughes – the other day. Seems a pretty cool dude, and he obviously likes you."
Lara removed her teasing hands from Abbie's breasts, looking concerned. "What's up?" she mouthed.
Abbie covered the phone with her hand. "Tell you later," she whispered.
Trying hard to re-focus, she answered her boyfriend. "Um... oh really? Yeah, he is pretty cool. How come you got to meet him?"
"He was at the same forestry management seminar that Mum and Dad dragged me off to. Turns out that his family trust owns a plantation in Hawkes Bay. He's coming down to check it out the day after tomorrow, so I invited him to call in at our bach for a drink afterwards, sometime that evening. He was really keen."
Abbie clapped her hand to the phone again and looked at Lara in horror. "Oh shit... oh FUCK!" she exclaimed under her breath. She had a heap of explaining to do.
"That's... great," Abbie spoke into the phone.
David was in a hurry. "Gotta go, Abbie. We're going out to dinner at my auntie's... funfunfun – not!"
Abbie laughed. "OK then. Don't let your auntie see that hard-on! Be good... can't wait to see you tomorrow."
"Have fun with Lara. See you soon, baby" David said, and hung up.
Lara raised an eyebrow. "Well...?"
Abbie bit her lip, took a deep breath and proceeded to tell all about her encounter with Tony. By the end, Lara was grinning. "He sounds pretty darn cute!" she commented.
Lara put both hands on Abbie's shoulders and looked into her anxious eyes. "Sweet One, please don't worry about David. Just tell him everything. I promise he'll be cool with it because I know he's just like you: he's a sensual being who understands that sex doesn't have to be complicated or possessive, it can be just for pleasure."
Abbie looked doubtful. Seeing this, Lara took a deep breath and carried on.
"I know he feels that way for sure because..." She hesitated. "...Because I taught him," she confided in a soft voice.
Abbie gasped. "Y-you mean...?"
"Uh huh... we've been lovers for a few years now - I was his first." Lara said, a little wistfully. Abbie's jaw dropped and she clapped her hand to her mouth.
"Don't look so shocked, Sweet One," Lara went on. "We're not biologically related, remember, and we didn't grow up together. We love each other, and we have a really deep bond, but we've never been _in_ love."
As Abbie's shock gradually melted away she found herself strangely excited by what she had just heard... and about the possibilities it opened up for new encounters among the three of them. She smiled and hugged Lara.
Lara held her in a tight embrace. "I like to think I've helped David open his heart and mind to all kinds of erotic pleasure. Abbie darling, I'm so pleased he's found you – you two are sensual soul mates," she said tenderly.
The two women lay back on the bed facing each other, and talked and talked. The new openness between them allowed a wonderful sense of mutual connection and trust to blossom.
"Lara, can I ask you something?" Abbie said, after a while.
"Sure."
Abbie's mouth felt dry. She swallowed. "Um... what's it like, being fucked in the... in the ass?"
Lara smiled. "You haven't done it yet with David, have you?"
"Or with anyone else!" Abbie replied hotly. "I... I sooo want David to take me that way," she blurted out, blushing. "But... will he like it? Will it hurt?"
"Oh sweetie, all men love anal... it's instinctive!" Lara laughed. "And no... he won't hurt you – he's been well trained." Lara winked, and patted Abbie's bottom. "It can be a little sore at first but, judging by the way you like your ass played with, I promise you'll love it!"
Abbie giggled. "So... do _you_ like anal?" she asked.
"Mmm... oh yes," Lara replied. "The three important things to remember are: first, you have to use heaps of lube; second, go slowly; and third, you have to be really clean. Do you know how to do an enema?"
"Uh-huh... yup," Abbie answered, in a small voice, a little embarrassed.
They chatted on into the night, watched a little TV, and painted each other's nails. At last, talked out, they turned off the light and fell asleep in each other's arms.
"Guess I'd better enjoy having you in my bed tonight - don't suppose you'll be with me tomorrow!" Lara mumbled as she drifted off to sleep.
**3**
"Wake up, Sweet One... it's 'D' Day – 'David Day', that is!" Lara grinned down at her friend as she reached under the bedcovers and tickled her feet. "When you're done in the shower, breakfast'll be ready out on the deck. It's another perfect sunny day."
Abbie's heart sang with excitement. She sprang out of bed, skipped into the bathroom – and smiled as she saw the enema bag and tubing thoughtfully laid out for her. Half an hour later Abbie emerged onto the sunny deck in a towelling robe, squeaky clean both inside and out.
Lara had laid out a sumptuous breakfast on the outdoor table – champagne, orange juice, waffles with maple syrup, fresh fruit, yogurt, coffee. "Go for it," Lara invited. Abbie realised she was really hungry. She piled her plate with food and tucked in.
Ten minutes later, Abbie sat back in her chair. "God that was good... almost as delicious as you," she sighed. She took a big gulp of orange juice, accidentally spilling some down her front.
Lara grinned. "Here, let me help you with that," she said, crouching beside Abbie. She dipped her head and licked the spilt juice where it had trickled down the centre of Abbie's chest, then kissed her on the mouth. "I think this got wet," she continued, her eyes locked on Abbie's while she slid the robe off her friend's shoulders. Abbie dipped a forefinger into her glass of juice, traced a circle around each of her nipples and arched her back so her succulent breasts jutted forwards in offering to Lara's hungry mouth. Lara bent her head again and sucked Abbie's nipples to hard points. Dizzy with desire, Abbie rose, shrugged off the robe completely and stood naked in the morning sunshine.
Lara spread a towel out on the table, took Abbie's hand and helped her to lie down on it. "On your back, Sweet One," she breathed. Her eyes sparkled wickedly. "It's my turn for breakfast..."
"Mmm..." Abbie sighed, as she felt a slice of warm melon sliding across her belly, then up to her chest, around and across her breasts, then back down to her pubic mound and between her legs. She shivered, and let her thighs fall open. Next, the shock of cool yogurt on her sun-warmed skin made her gasp. As Lara smeared it all over her torso, Abbie felt her nipples tighten in response. A warm, wet, melty feeling of arousal began to spread through her pelvis. Lara's fingers slid across the folds of her friend's pussy and Abbie arched her body upwards, eagerly meeting the caress. Lara poured a little liquid honey around each stiff nipple, and then bent her head to feast on Abbie's body. Slowly, teasingly, she licked up all the yogurt... suckling on the sweetened nipples, swirling her tongue around Abbie's navel, and finally lapping at her centre. Abbie sighed with pleasure and spread her thighs wide apart.
Lara took a swig of champagne from the bottle and kissed Abbie's luscious full lips, probing with her tongue and sharing the wine. Then she lifted the bottle and slowly, carefully poured champagne over her lover's supine body, rinsing her. The tingling of the bubbles was delicious on Abbie's nipples, but when Lara gently parted her friend's labia and poured a slow, gentle stream of champagne over her clit the feeling was almost unbearably exquisite. Abbie shuddered, nearing orgasm.
"And now for dessert," Lara breathed. She pushed another folded towel under Abbie's hips, then coated her middle finger with maple syrup... held it up, locked her eyes on Abbie's... waited. Abbie hands flew between her legs and pulled open her cunt lips, offering her wet dusky centre. Lara shook her head. "You should never put sweet things inside your pussy, darling... it just encourages thrush," she said. Abbie looked puzzled. And then, as her lover's intention finally dawned on her, she felt a jolt of shocked erotic desire, followed by the now-familiar sense of complete abandonment of inhibitions. She shivered, scarcely able to breathe. Slowly, without a word, her hands slid from between her legs and instead pulled her knees up to her chest so her pelvis tilted upward... this time wantonly offering her asshole to her lover's ministrations.
"Good girl," Lara murmured. Abbie's cunt and anus sparkled wetly with champagne and Lara couldn't resist sliding her tongue around every crevice, tasting the heady mixture of the wine and Abbie's arousal, before pressing her syrup-coated finger to the cutely crinkled star that twitched in anticipation right in front of her face.
"O-ooh...yes," Abbie whispered. Eyes closed, she slowed her breathing... relaxing, letting her anus open up to the probing finger now sliding deeply into her tight chute. She felt the finger withdraw, but this time she remained dilated. Her entire being ached to be penetrated again as she watched Lara thickly coat two fingers with maple syrup. She whimpered softly as the fingers pressed gently at her opening. Abbie felt her sphincter expand with a hot sting, which quickly faded and was replaced by a dark erotic pleasure, which enveloped her consciousness as her ass was deeply filled.
"Fuck me!" Abbie panted. Lara began to gently slide her fingers in and out, at the same time rubbing her lover's clit. Abbie's mouth fell open in a silent scream. She hovered on the brink, thrusting her pelvis high, muscles quivering, and then sobbed out loud as a powerful climax flooded through her. Her sphincter clenched over and over as she came, contracting tightly on the invading fingers, and then fading to little pulses of pleasure which rippled through her body. She sighed with disappointment as her lover's fingers slipped from her body at last, the wonderful fullness in her ass receding.
"Keep holding your knees up, Sweet One," Lara whispered softly. She watched, eyes hooded with desire, as her lover's stretched anus twitched closed, loosing a little gush of syrup. Eagerly, Lara leaned forward and lapped up her dessert. Abbie gasped, feeling wickedly, deliciously depraved... and to her amazement and delight a second peak of orgasm washed over her.
******
As she showered for the second time that morning, lathering soapsuds all over her soft, flawless skin, Abbie thought about her latest encounter. She had begged to reciprocate Lara's breakfast lovemaking but her friend had just smiled and gently spanked her bottom, saying "Later, Sweet One. If you don't get straight back in that shower you'll soon be feeling horribly sticky... and besides, David will be here any minute."
Abbie realised she was rapidly becoming addicted to the power and passion of great sex. She knew she was being swept up in something that was changing her whole perspective on life... and she loved it! She felt incredibly, deliciously alive. What's more, she felt insatiable – despite her two orgasms just beforehand Abbie found herself already fantasizing about making love to David. A broad grin flashed across her face as her hands slid lasciviously between her legs.
Eyes closed, she played with her pussy and clit, letting her imagination run riot. She paused to reach around behind and soap her bottom with a liberal amount of shower gel. Continuing to masturbate languidly with her right hand, Abbie pressed the soapy middle and index gingers of her left hand to her anus. She felt her ring relax... softly, easily... letting both fingers slide smoothly inside her eager ass. Smiling to herself, she remembered how it was only two days beforehand that she had first dared to penetrate herself there. ' _I've come a long way in 48 hours!_ ' she thought.
In her mind's eye Abbie imagined David's beautiful cock penetrating her backdoor for the first time. Her fingers moved, fucking herself gently... pulling out, plunging inside again. With shaking hands she poured more gel onto her fingers, and then squatted on the floor of the shower. This time she let three fingers press to her anal opening and felt the familiar delicious sting as she stretched herself wider. Pleasure washed through her as her sphincter yielded once more and, breathing raggedly, she began to fuck herself... just a little way at first, then as deeply as she could. She imagined David's purple cock-head invading her rectum, and as the erotic vision filled her mind she allowed her pinkie to join the other three fingers.
Summoning all her willpower Abbie opened her eyes and let her reverie subside. She withdrew her fingers, leaving a nice prickly glow in her ass. She smiled to herself; she was ready.
After finishing her shower and drying herself, Abbie rummaged through her suitcase, trying to decide what to wear. Having so far been naked for most of her holiday it felt strange to be getting dressed. Eventually she slid on her new white shorts – no panties – and a pair of white sandals. Selecting a top was more difficult. She had a number of cute options but none seemed to have quite the wow factor she wanted for impressing her boyfriend. Just as she was about put on a plain cotton tank top, Lara appeared in the doorway holding a skimpy pink blouse with pearl buttons and little capped sleeves. It was expensively cut and made of some gossamer-light sheer material.
"Would you like to wear this? It's new," Lara said.
"Oh Lara, it's perfect. Thank you so much!" Abbie beamed happily and hugged her girlfriend. Lara grinned back and helped Abbie put the top on, leaving buttons undone at the top and the bottom.
Abbie checked herself out in the mirror, turning left and right. She noticed how the shape and movement of her breasts and the rosy peaks of her nipples could be made out beneath the see-through material. There were a few inches of bare flesh between her shorts and her top, and her diamante navel stud flashed seductively.
"You look unbelievably hot, Abbie" Lara said softly. Abbie had to agree. It wasn't just her outfit, or her pert body... she had a glow, a sexual aura like a cat on heat.
Abbie just had time to put on some earrings, a gold chain necklace, a plain gold bangle and a little makeup before hearing a car door slam outside. Her heart leapt into her mouth and she ran outside to see her boyfriend standing there with a big grin on his face, holding his bag. David looked great; he was fit and tanned, his tousled blond hair shone in the sun and his muscles rippled beneath his white t-shirt and skinny jeans. He dropped his bag and caught Abbie as she flew into his arms, lifting her up and holding her in a tight hug as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"You look incredible, Abbie," he whispered into her ear.
She buried her face in his neck, momentarily choked up, tears spilling down her cheeks. Then she lifted her head and smiled at him.
"I _so_ want you," she said, and kissed him passionately, hungrily. David's cock was instantly erect, straining against his jeans. He put Abbie down and she grabbed his hand, eyes sparkling, and pulled him by the hand towards the house.
Watching from the front door, Lara grinned at them both. "Hi bro," she said, "guess I'll see you guys later..." David hugged her on the way past and grinned back.
David's eyes were glued to Abbie's pert bottom as she led the way to the bedroom. The tiny white shorts fit snugly and rode up just above the creases between her thighs and her ass. He was stunned at the change in her. From the lovely but slightly naïve, inhibited girl of a few weeks ago she was now transformed into the hottest babe he had ever set eyes on.
He closed the bedroom door and took her in his arms again. Abbie smiled uncertainly, bit her lip, and took a deep breath. "David... I need to tell you some stuff," she began.
Her heart in her mouth, Abbie haltingly confessed the details of her encounter with Tony. To her huge relief David's reaction was one of surprise, quickly followed by amused delight. "No wonder he was so keen to come out here to pay a visit!" he said, grinning.
Then, more seriously, he added "Abbie, I really hate jealousy or possessiveness... and I hope you're the same."
Abbie nodded happily. "Ok... but there's more to tell", she said softly, unable to stop herself blushing. "Lara and I have gotten close... real close. She's taught me things..."
"Have you two got it on already?" David interrupted, laughing. "She is such a minx!"
Abbie giggled. "Your sister is unbelievably sexy. We've been making love almost continuously since I arrived! " David's jaw dropped with astonishment.
"And David," she added, "I know about you and her as well. I'm cool with it. In fact", she whispered into his ear, "I'd love to watch you fuck her!"
Abbie dropped to her knees and undid David's shorts. She looked up at him. "But right now, I want you to myself!"
She tugged his jeans down and released his thick cock, which was already oozing pre-cum. David pulled off his t-shirt and stood before naked before her, his hands entwined in her hair. Abbie needed no encouragement. She took his cock reverently between her lips and slid it into her mouth, maintaining suction to maximise his pleasure. Her tongue slid around his cockhead, teasing him as she looked up into his eyes.
Her hands wrapped themselves around his lean, muscular ass... took a deep breath... opened her throat... and slowly swallowed his full eight inches. As she pulled his ass toward her, she suckled rhythmically for a few seconds then released him again. David felt weak at the knees, and was breathing raggedly. "Oh fuck, Abbie... I didn't know you could do that!" he gasped.
She smiled sexily in reply, and again took him deeply into her throat, holding him there longer this time, sucking rhythmically and at last releasing his cock inch by inch, until the purple head slipped from her lips with a wet pop. Abbie reached for the lube on her dressing table and spread it over his balls, fondling and playing with them gently as his cock stood erect, twitching. She pushed him back onto the bed, so his legs were bent over the edge, and knelt between his knees. Once more she swallowed his cock to the hilt, until his pubic hair tickled her lips, but this time her lubed middle finger slid backwards beneath his balls to press against his wrinkled anus. David gasped, and then groaned with pleasure as he felt her finger penetrate him at the same time as her mouth and throat milked his cock. She came up for air, simultaneously pulling back her finger, then began continuously sucking, her lips forming a tight seal as they moved slowly up and down around David's engorged member. Again and again Abbie sucked his cock all the way into her mouth then withdrew until her lips sealed around the head alone; with the same rhythm, she finger-fucked his ass . . . slowly, deeply.
David's eyes rolled back. He felt orgasm well up from deep within his consciousness. He tried to delay his climax, but soon surrendered helplessly to the exquisite pleasure centred on his groin. Crying out as if in pain, he came in huge spurts, once, twice, three times... followed by a series of smaller quivers of pleasure. At the moment of climax Abbie swallowed him deeply and held him there, milking him with suction in parallel with each crest of orgasm; at the same time her finger thrust to the hilt into his rectum. He came back to earth, opened his eyes and watched as Abbie slowly released his cock from her mouth, slid her finger from his ass and gave him a saucy grin. She stood and slipped quickly into the adjoining en-suite bathroom to wash.
David was speechless, in complete shock for a long moment. He shook his head to clear it, and then opened his arms to hold Abbie as she returned to the bedroom. She kicked off her sandals and climbed eagerly onto his lap. David's slowly softening cock pressed against her shorts. "Damn, this seat is lumpy," she giggled. With her arms wrapped around his neck she kissed him, a long and sensual kiss, sharing traces of his salty semen.
Abbie ducked out to the kitchen, returning with two cans of beer. They chatted for a while, catching up, sharing sexy secrets. Abbie tingled all over with arousal as her boyfriend's hands slowly stroked and caressed her body.
At last Abbie couldn't stand the sexual tension any longer. She put a finger to David's lips to signal "hush" and stood before him, smiling and slowly unbuttoning her top. David's eyes were riveted to the sight of the filmy blouse slipping from her shoulders. Abbie cupped her round, firm breasts with her hands. She pinched her nipples and pulled gently on them, looking up coquettishly as she did so. Her hands moved down her front and undid her skimpy shorts. Then she turned away from him and bent slightly at the waist. With her thumbs hooked into the band of her shorts, she slid them ever so slowly over the globes of her perfect ass until they dropped to the floor. She stepped out of them, now fully naked. Abbie turned her head and smiled to see the hungry look in David's eyes reflected in his huge erection.
"I'm yours. Do _anything_ you want with me!" she said, huskily.
She climbed onto the bed, still facing away from him, and positioned herself on all fours, her knees spaced well apart. David gazed at her hairless pussy, the labia swollen and wetly pouting open with obvious arousal. He stroked himself and licked his lips. Male sexual desire suffused his whole body; his heart beat quickly, his muscles tensed. He ached to pounce, to ravage her.
He watched as Abbie lowered her forehead to the bed and arched her back so her luscious heart shaped bottom rode high in the air. Slowly, gracefully, she reached back with both hands and pulled her ass-cheeks apart – the same erotic tease that Lara had shown her the previous day. David saw his previously shy girlfriend deliberately expose her crinkled rosebud to his gaze. Anal play had never previously been part of their repertoire; he had never pushed her boundaries in that way, thinking her too shy and inexperienced. But it was clear, now, that Lara's influence had utterly changed her. He wondered just how far her limits had been expanded.
Entranced, transfixed, David watched Abbie gently stretch her anal aperture, initially with the help of a moistened index finger. As she concentrated on relaxing, the wrinkles slowly dissolved, leaving a small round opening. She began to rhythmically twitch her cute little backdoor, so the hole opened and closed enticingly. As Abbie had hoped he would, David rose and moved forward to kneel on the floor behind her, his face inches from her brazenly exposed cunt and asshole. He could smell her heat, her feral arousal. He gently moved her hands away and replaced them with his. Spreading her once more, using both thumbs, he bent forward and lightly traced his tongue in a tiny circle around her anus. She shivered, softly moaned "Yesss..." and pushed back slightly at him to signal her eagerness. At the same time one hand flew to her pussy, drawing forth lubricating juices with which she began to stroke her clit.
David grinned. "Not so fast, babe," he breathed, interrupting her self- stimulation by taking her wrist and drawing her arm out to lie flat across the bed. He pulled a strip of black silk from a drawer and tied it around her wrist. The other end he tied to the bed head, keeping her arm fully extended.
"And now... the other arm, please," David said with quiet authority. Abbie obediently extended her other arm, keeping her head flat on the bed. As her other wrist was tied she was flooded with a wonderful mixture of apprehension and arousal. A trickle of pussy juice ran slowly down her thigh, tickling her. She was helpless now.
Returning to his position at her rear David teased her, kissing and licking her buttocks, her perineum, and her pussy lips. At last, when Abbie began to writhe and pant with impatience, he concentrated again on her asshole. This time he abandoned all restraint. He pressed his mouth to her flesh and slid his tongue wetly around and inside her anal opening. Slick with his saliva now, her ring muscle yielded as he probed with his tongue, testing her readiness.
David reached for the bottle of lube conveniently left for him on the bedcover. He coated two fingers with lube then squirted more into her little round hole. The coolness momentarily shocked her but she remained relaxed, resisting the reflex to close up. She felt one of David's fingers press at her opening and ease inside, gently, easily. He rested a moment, and then began to move inside her... pushing slowly all the way in, sliding right out again. With his fingertip he rimmed her anus, exciting her nerve endings, helping her to relax still more, and then entered her again.
When he judged her ready, David pressed two freshly lubed fingers to Abbie's dilated anus, now glistening dark pink. She inhaled sharply. He waited while she regained her focus... concentrating, relaxing. As soon as she sensed her readiness she pushed back tentatively at his fingers. As she did so, David gently increased the pressure on her anus, stretching it, and both fingers slowly eased about an inch inside and rested there. Abbie felt the now- familiar warm stinging in her ass, quite bearable, not unpleasant. She let herself experience it; she was calm and unafraid, completely trusting in her lover's gentleness and experience.
As the stinging faded Abbie was enveloped from head to toe in a strong, primal heat. Fantasies of being fucked hard in her virgin ass flooded her mind. She ached to be taken deeply, fiercely, without mercy.
David started to move his fingers inside her. With each stroke he pushed a little deeper into her yielding ass, until his two fingers reached in to the hilt... withdrew all the way out... slid deeply into her again. Abbie sighed with pleasure and anticipation.
"Put your cock in my ass," she moaned.
With his spare hand David coated his aching cock with lube. He removed his fingers from Abbie's dilated asshole and positioned himself behind her, standing beside the bed. A moment later Abbie felt the head of his cock gently press against her anal opening. Cautiously she pushed back and felt her ass stretch, nerve endings aflame... yielding, letting go. Time stood still. Abbie held her breath. A moment later she felt his cock slowly slide into her ass. As if from far off she heard herself give a sob of relief and pleasure.
David had never experienced a more erotic sight. His girlfriend was wantonly displayed and tied before him, and his cock was lodged in her virgin ass. Her initial resistance had quickly given way; now, it felt like his cock was being sucked into her. Her tightness gave him exquisite pleasure; he closed his eyes and savoured it.
"Fuck me!" Abbie gasped, urgently. David opened his eyes and grinned. Holding her hips with both hands he eased his cock deeper into her rectum. Abbie thrust back, unable to wait, and all eight inches buried itself in her ass. She felt completely, deliciously filled up... on fire but without any pain. As David began to fuck her – slowly at first – she felt momentarily lightheaded; then she began to pant, thrashing her head from side to side, carried away on a tidal wave of wild sensuality.
She felt his fingers tighten on her hips and his fucking grow faster and rougher. Her body was being jolted violently and his balls slapped against her cunt with every thrust. Their bodies were shiny with sweat, their moans and cries almost animalistic, as David built towards climax. At last, with a great sob, David's orgasm exploded. She could feel each of his spasms and imagined his seed jetting deep inside her ass.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Oh Abbs..." he whispered. Gently, slowly, he withdrew his cock. Abbie felt a strange, awful sense of loss and tears pricked her eyes. Quickly he untied her wrists, turned her over on her back and kissed her tenderly. Abbie pulled him close and kissed him back with unrestrained passion.
She could feel he was still fairly hard. "Take me again," she whispered in his ear, releasing him from her arms.
She pulled her knees up to her chest and David pushed a pillow under her hips. Her anus was still pouting open, glistening with lube; he watched a trickle of cum dribble slowly out. He kneeled between her legs and gently pressed his cock-head against her little dark hole. She received him with the same slight resistance before her ring muscle yielded, and his cock sank deeply inside her once more. She put her legs over his shoulders. Eyes locked together, burning bright, David began to ream her ass again... this time slowly, sensually. One of Abbie's hands slid down to her wet cunt, drawing out juices to rub and stroke her clit.
As they fucked, gently but deeply, both of them felt a profound, almost spiritual sense of intimacy and connection. They watched each other's faces and breathed together, perfectly in tune. Abbie stroked herself towards orgasm, varying the pace of her stimulation, letting her pleasure build in ever-increasing surges. At last, she knew her climax was inevitable. "I-I'm cumming!" she gasped, and tipped her head back, closed her eyes and howled out loud as the most powerful orgasm of her life consumed her. Her body shook; she flushed all over; sweat matted her hair to her forehead. David's cock was locked in Abbie's tight, clenching ass. The erotic power of the moment was so intense that, miraculously, his cock jerked deep inside her and he came yet again, gently, in a series of soft ripples.
When it was over they lay quietly, still locked together, side by side. Each felt a great tenderness for the other. Awestruck, silent tears rolled down their cheeks.
"I think I love you," David whispered, his voice catching.
Abbie smiled. "I think I love you too." Limbs interlaced, they held each other, feeling exhausted but exhilarated.
The sound of applause brought them out of their reverie. Lara was leaning against the open doorway, grinning impishly, with a video camera tucked under her arm.
"I got it all... if you didn't melt the camera, that is. Damn, that was _hot_."
"What the fuck...!" David began, before his surprise melted into amusement. Abbie blushed, giggled and put her hand over her mouth.
"Come on lovebirds, let's go to the beach," Lara said. She was wearing a tiny string bikini and had a towel draped over her shoulder.
******
A few minutes later they were made their way down to the beach, cold beers in hand. David, wearing just a sarong around his waist, carried an eskie with a picnic lunch and more cans of beer. He watched his girlfriend and his stepsister sashay down the sandy path, hand in hand, their buttocks barely covered by their skimpy swimsuits.
As soon as they reached the beach and laid down their towels on the warm sand, they all immediately discarded their clothing and ran naked into the surf. They frolicked and dived like porpoises, cooling off.
Soon Lara glided into David's arms and locked her legs around his waist. "It's good to see you again, bro," she said. Abbie came up and embraced them both from the side. Gently, she pushed her two lovers' heads together and smiled as they kissed, tenderly at first, then with increasing ardour.
"I'm _so_ fucking horny," Lara gasped. "I want you both..." She reached for Abbie and kissed her passionately as well.
******
They dried off in the sun, still naked, lying on their towels while they ate their lunch – cold beer and delicious freshly made sandwiches. Afterwards, David had a nap while the two women talked and laughed together. One thing led to another and they were soon lying in each other's arms, kissing, caressing and fondling. With the sun beating down on their bare skin, Abbie knelt between Lara's widely spread thighs and licked her languorously to a delicious climax.
Lara sighed contentedly, in post-orgasmic bliss. Abbie moved up to lie prone on top of her, kissed her tenderly and stroked her hair. They smiled lovingly into each other's eyes. Just then Abbie became aware of the fullness in her bladder. "I _so_ need to pee!" she exclaimed, getting up and reaching for her bikini.
Lara caught her hand. "No need to go back to the house, honey," she said with a soft smile.
"But ..." Abbie began, disconcerted. Lara gently kept hold of her hand.
"You can pee right here on the sand, I don't mind ... In fact," she whispered with a devilish grin, "I'd like to watch!"
David opened his eyes and grinned. "Me too!" he said.
Abbie felt quite dizzy but turned on at the same time. Biting her lip, she slowly sank to her knees. She closed her eyes and reached between her legs to spread her pussy lips, knowing Lara's and David's eyes were upon her. She concentrated on relaxing... held her breath... until at last she felt her bladder relax and her stream of urine begin to flow out and spray onto the sand. Abbie let her breath go in a sigh of relief, feeling a rush of natural, sensual freedom that was strangely arousing.
Just then she became aware of Lara, also on her knees, moving in close to face her. Abbie's warm piss rained down on Lara's thighs; Abbie was shocked. Immediately one of Lara's arms circled her waist, preventing her pulling back. As Lara leaned forwards, her other hand moved to Abbie's pussy, fingers playing in the stream of urine and stroking her wet clit. They kissed deeply, urgently, both very turned on.
Abbie felt strangely disappointed as her flow of pee petered out and stopped. Then, with a gasp of delight, she felt Lara begin her own stream of urine as they continued to embrace and kiss, kneeling face to face on the sand. As Lara peed over Abbie's legs, Abbie reached out gingerly and let her hand play in the hot spray, fondling the other woman's pussy and massaging the warm, golden fluid all over her belly.
Lara groaned. As her bladder emptied, she lay down on her back... legs open, playing with herself... writhing on the sand. She opened her eyes and looked at David, who had got to his feet and was standing above her. Her eyes sparkled with desire.
Abbie, watching, was aware of her heart pounding. A powerful sexual intuition told her what was going to happen... what she wanted to happen. She rose and stood behind David, reached around him and held his penis.
Lara's eyes were locked on David's. "Piss on me!" she breathed.
With a soft moan David's cock twitched and he began to pee. Abbie directed his stream onto Lara's belly, spraying her jewelled navel, down to the sexy dragon tattoo on her pubic mound and lower, to her splayed cunt. Lara continued to writhe and masturbated furiously, as the hot rain splashed her hands.
Holding David's semi-erect cock like a hose, Abbie excitedly aimed his stream up Lara's body to douse her breasts and throat. Then she hesitated, caught the naked woman's gaze... and saw there a look of pleading desperation. Slowly, heart pounding, Abbie moved David's golden stream higher still and let his piss splash all over the supine Lara's face and hair. Lara gasped, shuddered, and came with a howl of pleasure, her soaked body convulsing again and again as she squeezed one hand between her legs.
"Oh, _fuck_ , that was _so_ amazingly dirty!' Lara exclaimed with a sheepish grin, as she returned to earth after her orgasm. Laughing, David and Abbie pulled her to her feet. Hand in hand they all ran back into the sea to rinse off.
**4**
Abbie shared her bed that night with David on one side and Lara on the other. Reaching out to kiss, hug and snuggle with each in turn, she felt a blissful sense of contentment and security.
Next morning, they slept late, then got up and spent the day exploring the surrounding coastland and bush, and generally lazing about. Although they continually flirted and touched each other there was an unspoken agreement among them to delay further sexual exploration; instead, they let anticipation build up. As a result Abbie was filled with a constant ache of sexual excitement. Between chatting to the others and reading magazines she let her thoughts drifted into erotic fantasies. Walking along the beach collecting shells and interesting pieces of driftwood, or lying naked in the sun, her body tingled in anticipation.
Early evening found the three friends sitting on the deck around the wooden outdoor table, watching the beautiful red/gold sunset and enjoying a smoke of some high quality weed. Abbie felt content and mellow. She was amazed at how sexually 'out there' she had become. After the experiences of the last few days she felt radically changed and grown up, like a butterfly that has emerged from its cocoon. She was delighted, too, that her boyfriend had been so encouraging of her newfound personal growth.
Car tyres crunched on the gravel driveway on the other side of the house.
"That must be Tony," said David. He got up to meet the new arrival, leaving the two women waiting on the deck.
"I hope you like him... I think he's pretty cute!" Abbie said, with a cheeky smile.
Lara smiled back. "I hope so too!"
******
Tony greeted Abbie warmly and unselfconsciously, with a hug and a kiss on her cheek. "It's so good to see you again, Abbie," he said, with a raised eyebrow and a knowing grin.
He turned to shake Lara's hand as David introduced him to her, and the sparkle of interest in his eyes was obvious. Lara smiled demurely; she watched him furtively, biting her lip, as Tony talked to the others. Abbie winked at her. Lara took in Tony's rumpled intellectual look – swept back, longish hair; glasses; dark stubble on his face; kind, deep brown eyes. She liked what she saw.
"What a drive! I thought I'd never get here," Tony said. "I'm all sticky and my muscles have tensed up." He shrugged his shoulders to ease the stiffness.
"Then I know just what you need, Tony... a hot spa!" Lara said, handing him a glass of wine and a fresh spliff. She flipped off the cover of the large spa pool on the deck, pulled her cotton beach dress over her head revealing her tiny string bikini and turned to face him boldly: "How about it?"
"Great!" he grinned. "I'll just go get changed"
As David took him inside Abbie looked at Lara with feigned shock. "That was _sooo_ fast, you naughty girl!" she laughed. The two women stepped into the pool in their bikinis and were soon in a huddle, discussing Tony's attractiveness.
"Mmm, what a nice ass!" Lara whispered.
"His cock is lovely too... as you're going to find out, for sure!" Abbie whispered back. They giggled like schoolgirls, excited and aroused. Immersed in the hot water, Abbie pulled her friend into her arms and kissed her on the mouth. She reached around to Lara's back, loosened the tie of her bikini top and pulled it off. Moving behind her, she cupped Lara's breasts, marvelling at their fullness and firmness, and pinched the nipples to hard points. From behind, her lips grazed the side of Lara's throat.
"Imagine Tony's hands on your tits... like this," she breathed, nibbling her friend's ear.
"Oh God, my cunt is on fire!" Lara gasped, her eyes closed.
Just then the men returned, wearing swimming trunks, four cocktails in hand. The girls hastily took their hands off each other. Tony grinned at Lara as he handed her a drink. She wondered if he had seen Abbie caressing her or heard her last exclamation, and surprised herself by blushing. She sat up to take a sip of strawberry daiquiri, and her nipples stiffened afresh as she felt his eyes on her luscious, wet breasts.
David and Tony climbed into the spa-pool. All four of them luxuriated in the hot water, exchanging banter while they finished their cocktails.
"Would you like a shoulder massage, Tony?" Lara offered, setting down her glass.
He smiled. "Sure, that would be great."
Out of the corner of her eye Lara noticed David winking at her, while Abbie mouthed " _Nice one!_ " Ignoring them, she slid behind Tony so he was sitting between her lithe thighs. She began to gently knead his neck and shoulders. Tony closed his eyes, relaxing and focusing on her skilled hands.
"That's wonderful," he said. Lara didn't reply; instead, she leaned forward and slowly increased the pressure of her massage, her thumbs working at untangling the knots in his muscles. As she did so, her breasts pressed provocatively into him; then she eased back and slid softly up and down his back as she worked. Tony's cock stirred as he felt her hard nipples teasing his skin.
"Time for more drinks, I reckon," Abbie said tactfully. "C'mon, David." They climbed out of the pool and headed for the kitchen.
Lara slid out from behind Tony. He opened his eyes to thank her for the massage, but before he could speak she smiled and put a finger to her lips to silence him.
"Lean back and close your eyes again, Tony," she murmured softly. "I'm not finished yet." He smiled back and did as she asked. Lara silently removed her bikini bottom, stood and straddled him from in front, then squatted in his lap. As her hands massaged his chest, she slowly let her weight settle on the huge erection inside his shorts. Just a single thin layer of fabric now separated his throbbing cock from her swollen, overheated pussy.
"I can tell how much you're enjoying this," she teased. Lara took Tony's hands in hers and guided them to cup her ass, inducing a sharp intake of breath from Tony as he realised she was naked.
"I'm enjoying it too," she sighed. She ground her splayed cunt into his lap, at the same time leaning forward and rubbing her breasts against his chest. Tony opened his eyes; Lara stopped moving as his gaze met hers. For a long moment they regarded each other, violent lust sparking wordlessly between them. Then Tony's arms enveloped her, pulling her body to his, and their mouths crushed together in a deep, passionate kiss.
Lara opened herself to the sensual delight of him: the touch of his strong hands and hard body, his masculine scent, his talented tongue duelling with hers; she had the sensation of falling towards him, like her soul was melting into his. At last she drew back, panting and out of breath. "I want you," she whispered huskily.
Her breathing slowed, leaving Lara feeling sultry and mellow. "By the way, Abbie told me all about you... I think you've lit her fire!" she went on. "And David knows about you fucking her, as well."
Tony's jaw dropped. "Don't worry, he's cool with it," she laughed. "In fact, he was probably more shocked to hear what Abbie and _I_ have been getting up to!"
"Oh fuck," Tony groaned, "I would so love to see you two sexy vixens get it on!"
"Maybe you will," Lara grinned.
She paused and tilted her head coquettishly. "By the way, Tony, Abbie and I have discovered that she has a real thing for anal sex..." Tony was speechless, but Lara noticed that his dark eyes flashed with interest.
"David fucked her cute ass for the first time today... that was _very_ hot to watch," she went on. Lara's eyes narrowed. "Mind you," she added in a hoarse whisper, "if it was me I don't think I would have been so... _willing_."
Their eyes met, and she knew he had taken the hint. Tony dipped his head and nuzzled her full breasts. He sucked hard on each nipple in turn then bit them hard, making her gasp. He lifted her off his lap. With one hand gripping Lara's wrist firmly he pulled her roughly to her feet...
When Abbie and David returned a couple of minutes later, fresh drinks in hand, they found an empty spa-pool, a discarded bikini and a trail of wet footprints in the direction of Lara's bedroom.
******
Lara allowed herself to be led by the wrist, stumbling a little as Tony marched her inside. Her heart pounded with a heady mixture of desire and fear. In the bedroom, he pushed roughly down on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees before him, then stepped out of his shorts and tossed them aside. His erection swelled, pulsing, in front of her face. He grabbed a bunch of her hair and tilted her head back; involuntarily, her eyes bulged and her lips parted.
"Suck me, bitch," he muttered.
Lara obediently wrapped one hand around the base of his member while the other fondled his balls, and then dipped her head to take his dark pink cock-head in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, coating it liberally with saliva. Forming a seal with her lips she moved his cock back and forth whilst sucking her cheeks in.
"Oh yesss," Tony groaned. Impatiently he tore her hands away from his cock and thrust it deep into her mouth, at the same time keeping a firm grip on her hair and pulling her head towards his groin. Lara's eyes watered as she fought against the urge to gag. She closed her eyes and focussed on breathing slowly and evenly through her nose. After a few moments she was able to relax and began to suck him rhythmically, from time to time allowing his pole to slide all the way down her throat. Still holding her hair tightly, Tony allowed her to move her lips up and down his straining cock, milking him slowly with her mouth. She looked up, saw the unleashed masculine lust in his eyes; her body throbbed with desire for him. Lara brought her hands around to hold Tony's ass. Gradually he took over the rhythm as she continued to deep-throat him, and she felt his ass muscles tensing and relaxing as he fucked her mouth. He threw his head back, lips parted, eyes closed, exquisite pleasure radiating from his cock and making his peripheries tingle.
As the first stirrings of orgasm bubbled up into consciousness, Tony came back to earth. He pulled her head back and his cock sprang free from her mouth.
Their eyes met again, and Lara bit her lip. Tony bent and picked her up bodily in his arms; threw her face down onto the bed. Lara felt boneless, deliciously vulnerable. She heard him speak as if from a distance: "Up on your knees, bitch – show me your slutty ass."
"No... please," she whispered. In answer Tony's palm flew through the air and smacked her hard on the ass. She cried out, a mixture of gasp and sob.
"On your _knees_ , bitch!" he said, more loudly.
Slowly, trembling a little, she raised herself on all fours. Impatiently, Tony pushed down on her shoulders, shoving her face into the sheet. She was aware that her ass and pussy were now riding high in the air, ripely exposed for him. Lara shivered as a frisson of fear passed through her. Involuntarily she brought her knees together, only to receive another sharp smack on her other ass-cheek. Standing behind her, Tony roughly pushed one knee between her thighs and forced them apart again. He bent and spread her buttocks with both hands. For a long moment he gazed at her damp, aroused cunt and perfect little star, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled her scent of dark arousal. Then he pressed his mouth to her, hungrily feasting on her folds and crevices with his lips and tongue. Lara gasped with pleasure and arched her back.
Next his tongue tip played with her anus, wetting, circling and probing. Slowly he felt her relaxing, loosening a little. After a few minutes Tony drew back, leaving her slick with his saliva. He coated his cock liberally with lube and slid it up and down between her pouting cunt lips and into her ass- cleft.
Leaning forwards, he whispered into Lara's ear: "I'm going to take your pretty little ass... going to fuck it hard and deep!"
"P-please, not my ass... oh God, no" Lara whimpered, secretly revelling in her subjugation.
She sensed Tony's weight kneeling behind her on the bed, leaning over her with one hand pressed to the small of her back. Dissociated, as if observing from outside her body, she was aware of his cock-head pressing insistently against her puckered anus.
" _Nooo_..." she wailed. Tony grabbed her hair again and pulled back, extending her neck; with his free hand he swatted her hard, several times on each buttock. Her cheeks smarted, now glowing red. As her body jolted with his blows Lara's erect nipples slid back and forth on the bed, bringing her back into her body again and causing flickering flames of arousal to suffuse her whole being.
"Shut up!" he hissed.
Lara knew it was futile to resist further. Desperately she tried to relax... panting, willing her rosebud to unfurl enough to receive him. As he pressed forward, his cock stretching her mercilessly, she clutched a fistful of bed linen in each hand. Tears welled in her eyes and hot pain seared her ass as Tony forced his cock past her sphincter muscle. Lara smothered a howl of pain by biting down on the sheet.
She felt him withdraw again, leaving her gaping open. She whimpered... submitting, letting go; it felt delectable.
He spread more lube onto his shaft and entered her gloriously tight chute again, deeper this time. The pain in Lara's ass gradually subsided to a hot sting as Tony began to fuck her. Seizing her hips he thrust brutally hard, burying his cock in her rectum, penetrating her to the hilt. Lara gasped as she felt his massive erection swelling inside her, filling her completely. Her face, her chest, her ass-cheeks were flushed and her whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat; she had never felt so aroused.
"Take me... fill my ass you dirty fucker, I love it!" Lara cried.
He fucked her hard now, ramming his cock into her without holding back. His balls slapped repeatedly against her inflamed cunt. Lara reached a hand back underneath her to rub her clit and willed herself to climax along with him. She pushed her ass back to meet every thrust; all discomfort was gone, replaced by raw, unbridled lust.
"Mmm... yesss... YESSS... fuck... oh _fuck_... FUCK meee," she wailed, in time with his strokes; "Oh God, that's so filthy!"
Losing all inhibition, their moans and cries grew louder and louder as Tony reamed her ass like a piston. With a roar like a wild stag his orgasm peaked. Tony felt he was spraying bolts of liquid lightning as his cock twitched and spurted deep in her backdoor; moments later Lara's own climax welled up and hit her like a blow, consuming her with pleasure and making her thighs quiver and lose all tone. She howled out loud, collapsed onto the sheets and felt herself momentarily faint away.
******
They lay together on the bed, limbs entwined, each slowly getting their breath back. Without a word, Lara extracted herself gracefully from Tony's arms and pushed him gently onto his back. She positioned herself above him, squatting backwards so her ass was right in his face. He gazed at her star, now dusky red, swollen and slick with juices. Mesmerised, he watched her bear down gently so that her anus pouted open slightly, allowing a tiny spurt of his cum to emerge. She opened and closed her little round hole a few times, coaxing every drop to dribble out onto his chest. Then she turned around, kneeling astride him. Eyes locked with his, Lara slowly lowered her head to Tony's chest and lapped up his cum like a cat licking cream.
She grinned, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stretched herself forward to kiss him on the lips. As Tony responded and the kiss deepened he tasted his own salty cum on her tongue.
At last, Lara broke the kiss and reached over to rummage in her bedside cabinet with one hand, finally extracting her black silicone strap-on cock.
"Your turn," she breathed in Tony's ear.
Tony's initial puzzlement turned quickly to anxiety when he saw what she held in her hand and the wicked grin on her face. And then, just as quickly, his apprehension was replaced by a flush of desire and he felt his cock stir once more. Tony was no stranger to anal sex – like most men with a highly developed libido he had dabbled in bisexuality – but the idea of being fucked by a woman was a delicious novelty.
Lara slithered off Tony's supine body and grabbed a pillow, which she proceeded to position under his hips. She stood back and fastened the strap-on into place, then smeared lube onto her silicone cock. Lastly she coated two fingers liberally with more lube and met his eyes with a hard, expectant look.
His face reddening, Tony drew his heels up to his buttocks and allowed his knees to fall wide apart. Lara brought both her slippery fingers to his anus and pressed firmly, without hesitation or gentleness. Eyes closed, Tony bit his lip and relaxed... felt himself open for her, the initial stretching sting soon replaced by a deep sensual pleasure.
In a while her fingers slipped from him, leaving him loose, wet and ready. Lara moved forward and Tony felt the head of the rubber cock being pushed against his dilated anus... felt the swelling of his ring muscle as he accepted it. He watched Lara's sensual concentration as she began to ream his ass. The sight and feeling of being passively fucked was a new and unbelievably erotic experience; to his surprise his cock soon responded once more with a huge, aching erection. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to be taken... more and more deeply, more and more roughly, by this incredible woman, his sexual soul mate. He wanted desperately to be penetrated to the hilt, fucked without mercy, ravaged by her.
Perfectly in tune with him, Lara read his expression and perceived clearly his unspoken need. In turn, he saw her understanding reflected in her flashing eyes and groaned with pleasure as she lifted his feet high and put his ankles on her shoulders.
"You like my thick cock in your ass, don't you?" she snarled.
"Oh God, yeah!" he groaned.
Now she fucked him with wild abandon, just as he had fucked her, ramming the silicone cock up his ass to the very hilt; sometimes pulling right out slowly, leaving him gaping, then plunging in again and reaming him hard and fast.
Tony was almost delirious. His hands flew to his cock and he stroked himself in time with her thrusts. "Keep fucking me hard... please," he rasped. And a minute later: "Oh yesss... I'm gonna cum."
He howled out loud in an agony/ecstasy of release as another orgasm erupted from deep within him, his ass clenching and his cum spraying all over his belly.
Lara grinned, slowly withdrew from him and unbuckled her strap-on. She scooped up his cum with her fingers and fed it back to him, then stretched her naked body over his. Wrapped in each other, they kissed passionately.
"Where have you been all my life?" he murmured softly in her ear, feeling awestruck and moved by the intensity of their connection. Lara smiled down at him. She bent her head, gently blew in his ear and bit his earlobe.
**5**
Half an hour later Lara and Tony re-emerged on the deck; they were hand in hand, pink and freshly showered.
Their two friends grinned at them. "Worked up an appetite, have you?" David asked teasingly, as he threw steaks on the barbeque. He and Abbie had prepared a feast: various salads, fresh crayfish, garlic bread and vegetable kebabs.
"Sure have!" Tony agreed, and the four of them sat down to eat. David handed out three glasses of pinot noir.
"What about you?" Lara asked, noticing that David had left himself out of the drinks round.
"Abbie and I thought we might all go clubbing in Auckland tonight, OK? I'll be the alcohol-free driver," David replied.
"Oh yeah... cool!" Lara said, eyes sparkling. She looked at Tony. He smiled at her, nodding agreement.
"Eat up then, guys," David said. They sat around the table, laughing and talking easily, and finished their meal with a pavlova dessert as the sun went down over the hills behind them.
As they were clearing the table, David caught Lara's wrist and whispered in her ear. "I thought we'd go to Scorpio's... what do you reckon?"
"Good idea!" she whispered back. "I was kind of hoping you would take us there. I'm sure Abbie's ready..."
While the guys cleared up, the two girls went off to get ready to go out, helping each other with outfits, accessories and makeup. Abbie wore her peacock coloured mini-dress with tiny white g-string panties and high-heeled white sandals, while Lara decided on a pair of soft black leather hotpants and matching cropped jacket over a tight white designer t-shirt. Lara rummaged in the wardrobe and produced a pair of black thigh-high boots.
"What do you think?" she asked, biting her lip.
"Mmm, oh yes... fuck-me boots!" Abbie giggled. She watched as Lara put them on. The effect was stunning, and Abbie felt a surge of desire. She beckoned Lara over and embraced her, then sought her soft lips for a long, deep kiss.
Lara's eyes had their familiar dark sparkle. "You're in for a night to remember, Sweet One," she breathed.
******
It was around 11pm when David led them into an alley, and then inside the vestibule of a modern office building, where he ushered them into a lift. Next to the button for the top floor, the 10th, was an unobtrusive sign: 'The Scorpio Club'. Abbie was puzzled; she was expecting a large, noisy nightclub at street level.
In the foyer on the 10th floor Lara slid a key-card into a slot and they entered a plush, elegant reception area. A beautiful young Chinese woman in a long silk dress with high slits at the sides approached them with a smile.
"How nice to see you again, Lara... and David," she said warmly, kissing each of them on the cheek.
"It's a pleasure to see you too, Marissa," David replied. "This is my girlfriend, Abbie... and our friend Tony."
Marissa shook their hands. "I can see Lara and David have wonderful taste in friends. Welcome to the club, I hope you have a very pleasurable evening and find everything you're looking for," she said enigmatically.
She led them into a dimly-lit bar area with a grand piano in one corner and a number of small tables where well dressed people of mixed ages sat talking. At the end of the room was a small stage with a floor to ceiling fixed pole in the centre. A stunningly beautiful Asian girl with long, glossy black hair cascading around her naked body was performing a sinuous dance before a small audience clustered nearby. To the side, through double swing doors, they could hear the muffled pulsing sounds of dance music. David brought them cocktails from the bar. As they sipped their drinks and chatted, Abbie and Tony looked around with interest and approval at the classy, sensuously elegant ambience.
"Let's dance!" Lara exclaimed, after they finished their drinks. She led them into the adjoining room which was largely taken up with a crowded dance floor, with a bar in one corner, where a younger set were jiving to an energetic DJ's mix amid a spectacular light show. There was no seating in the room but there were a number of small round chest high tables ringing the edges of the room to stand drinks etc. Young, good-looking bar staff circulated with trays – girls in tight, white tube minidresses, and men with tight black pants and bare chests. Abbie immediatedly noticed one strikingly attractive waiter, a tall, well-built part-Maori man with black curly hair, smooth skin and traditional moko on his shoulders and arms. Even from a distance the huge bulge at the front of his pants was obvious.
As Abbie looked around and as her eyes adjusted to the dark she began to notice how uninhibited and loose many of the dancers were. Student dances could be pretty wild, with lots of drunken groping, but the atmosphere at 'The Scorpio Club' seemed so much more sensually erotic. Many of the women were daringly dressed and looked very sexy, and there were a number of girl-girl pairs. Couples made no secret of grinding their bodies together or touching and stroking each other as they danced. In the dim light at the edges of the dance floor Abbie saw more intimate activity: passionate kissing and hands sliding underneath clothing. She saw one couple unlock from a hot embrace and slip hand in hand though nearby velvet curtains. With a shock of excitement she realised the whole room was actually ringed with several doorways leading to other areas of the club and a number of private curtained off side-rooms of various sizes. Her imagination leapt as she wondered what went on there.
The four friends hit the dance floor right away, and were immediately caught up by the energy of the pulsing music and the writhing crowd. Abbie let the beat envelop her mind, and her body followed. She danced uninhibitedly alongside the other three, tossing her lustrous auburn hair. Her short dress rode to the top of her thighs as she gyrated and raised her arms up high along with the crowd.
Abbie and Lara lost themselves in the sensuous pleasure of moving in time to the pulsing music. Eventually they realised the guys had moved off to order drinks and to watch from the sidelines. As the music slowed the two women grinned at each other and moved in to dance close, arms around each other's necks. Lara had shed her jacket and was dancing in just her thin white top, leather shorts, and boots. Both of them were hot and flushed, with a fine layer of sweat covering their skin. As they swayed to the music their erect nipples brushed together. Abbie felt a wave of damp arousal course through her pelvis and she couldn't help pushing her mound forward against Lara's. In response Lara put her hands around Abbie's head and bent to kiss her. Abbie surrendered to the kiss, closing her eyes and parting her lips. Still moving to the music, Abbie was aware of hands sliding down her body to cup her ass and pull her in close. She felt boneless in her friend's arms, and very, very turned on.
At last, breathless now, they reluctantly broke their kiss. Lara took Abbie's hand and leaned in close to speak in her ear over the music: "Let's go to the girls' room."
It was quieter in the bathroom and Abbie was full of excited chatter. "What a cool place, Lara! What's behind those doors? And what are those side rooms for? Did you see that hot waiter, the one with the tattoos?"
Lara hugged her, laughing. "The waiter is called Mario. David and I know him well; they went to school together. Would you like to meet him?"
Abbie giggled. "I'd like to do more than meet him!"
Lara spanked her gently on the bottom. "Naughty girl! And as for those doors," she went on, "one of them takes you through to a wet area, with a giant hot tub and showers. Another one leads to a playroom with lots of sexy toys and equipment. And another leads to a B&D dungeon."
Abbie's jaw dropped and eyes widened. "You mean...?"
"Uh-huh, Sweet One, this is a sex club. It's very expensive and very exclusive, but don't worry – I'm paying. By the way, there are no rules here, so those curtained rooms you saw are for... well, anything you want," Lara said with a grin.
Abbie gulped. "Omigod!"
"So... are you willing to get wild?" Lara asked. Abbie bit her lip and nodded slowly.
"OK, great! Well... to get the full enjoyment out of this hedonists' paradise we need some 'E'!" Lara said, opening her purse to extract a couple of ecstasy tablets. "David and Tony already had theirs. I gave them a Cialis each, as well – like super Viagra – so we shouldn't have any trouble with their stamina!" she giggled.
They swallowed their little white tablets and turned to each other, eyes shining. "Now where were we...?" Lara purred, gathering Abbie in her arms again and gently pushing her back against the bathroom bench. They kissed hungrily, theirs hands stroking and exploring, oblivious to other women coming and going. Abbie lifted herself so she was sitting on the bench top, thighs spread. Standing, Lara pushed her mound forward to grind against her friend's.
Lara reached down to feel Abbie's little white panties, which were now translucent with wetness. "These need to go," she whispered, and slid them off.
******
As Lara led her by the hand back to the edge of the crowded dance floor Abbie was deliciously aware of her near naked body moving inside her filmy dress. They made their way back to join the guys. With a knowing grin, Lara handed David a little white bundle – Abbie's sopping panties. He put them to his nose and inhaled deeply, eyes locked on his stunning girlfriend, and then slid the wisp of fabric into his pocket. Abbie smiled softly. As the stimulant started to take effect she felt alert and unusually aware of her surroundings. Her skin tingled all over, the air she breathed seemed incredibly fresh. She slipped into David's arms and kissed him, on tiptoes, conscious of her mind and body moving into a state of arousal that she had never experienced before.
David's hands slid down her sides and cupped her ass cheeks as they kissed deeply. Abbie lifted her arms and put them around his neck; as she did so her dress lifted and she felt David's warm hands underneath, caressing the back of her thighs, then moving higher. He cupped her ass cheeks, squeezing gently, then pulling them apart and exposing her publically. A new, warm thrill passed through her. She shivered, and kissed her boyfriend again. Tonight she felt she could do anything... _would_ do anything.
Lara was gyrating against Tony, pushing her pelvis against his. She shot a sexy smile and a wink at Abbie, at the same time tilting her head with raised eyebrows to indicate an empty anteroom nearby. She led Tony by the hand through the entrance, with Abbie and David following. The anteroom was circular, with padded couch seating around the perimeter and a round padded dais, three metres across and covered with a huge sheet, in the middle. Dim light filled the room, softly illuminating the dark red plush velvet décor. David drew the heavy curtains and suddenly they were in privacy, and the music from the dance floor outside was muffled.
"Let's tease the boys," Lara whispered in Abbie's ear, eliciting a giggle in response. "Follow me."
Lara pushed Tony backwards onto the couch and watched, with a saucy smile, as her friend did likewise with David. Leaving the guys sitting, she moved towards Abbie, took her in her arms once more and kissed her – softly and chastely at first, with coy glances at the guys, then with increasing passion. Abbie responded eagerly, pressing her pelvis forward and letting her hands rove over the skin-tight black leather shorts covering the other woman's perfectly rounded ass. Watching with bright eyes and big smiles, the two men's hands were in their laps, idly stroking massive erections through their pants.
Slowly, sensuously, Abbie lifted Lara's white t-shirt up and off, letting her friend's large, perky breasts bounce free. Standing behind her so they both faced the men, Abbie let her hands roam over the heavy globes, caressing and lifting them, pinching the nipples into hardness. Her hands moved slowly down Lara's belly, undid her shorts and slid inside. She withdrew wet fingers and sensuously licked them. Then, very slowly, as they moved together in time to the distant music, Abbie pushed her friend's shorts down over her sleek tanned thighs, then down over her high black boots, until finally they dropped to the floor. Lara stepped out of them; she wore no panties and her pussy was very, very wet - juices trickled down the insides of her thighs.
Now it was Abbie's turn to stand facing the guys, in her filmy peacock coloured dress and high heeled sandals. Lara reached around and lifted the front hem from behind, teasingly slowly, as she licked Abbie's earlobe; the two men watched, transfixed, as the wispy material rose inch by inch, first exposing Abbie's pink pussy, then her pierced navel, then her succulent breasts, and finally was pulled over her head and cast aside.
"OK, now let's give them a lapdance." Lara whispered in Abbie's ear. "Drive David wild but don't let him touch you."
Naked now, except for their footwear and jewellery, the two women climbed astride their partners as they sat, still fully clothed, on the couch. Abbie needed no coaching. She moved sensuously in David's lap, her pussy rubbing up and down the hard ridge in his pants. Her fingers undid his shirt, and then slid inside to caress his chest and pinch his nipples. When he reached out to pull her close for a kiss she playfully slapped his hands down again, telling him "Naughty!"
Out of the corner of her eye Abbie saw Lara playing with her fabulous, evenly tanned breasts right in front of Tony's eyes, kneading them, squeezing them together. She pulled out her large, taut nipples between finger and thumb, and then let go so they sprang back with an inviting jiggle. As she leaned forward and rubbed her tits in Tony's face Lara looked across at Abbie. " _Swap?_ " she mouthed, eyebrows raised enquiringly. Abbie grinned back at her in response.
The two women slithered off their partners' laps and exchanged places. Abbie carefully climbed onto the couch in her high heels and stood astride Tony, facing him, her pussy inches away from his face, rotating her hips seductively. She reached down and peeled open her dusky pink folds, displaying her juicy cunt to his longing gaze. The scent of her arousal filled Tony's nostrils, and he closed his eyes momentarily and groaned as Abbie arched forward to rub herself all over his face. His tongue snaked out to taste her. Straight away, she pulled back, wagging a finger at him and shaking her head.
Next she turned around, still standing, so her bottom was right in front of Tony's face. Reaching back, she fondled her perfect round ass cheeks. Then, balancing carefully, she bent forward at the waist and undid Tony's pants, exposing his erection. She studied his cock at close range – it was beautiful: so hard it was pulsing with his heartbeat. The purple head was shiny with leaking pre-cum. Abbie moved her hands forward onto Tony's knees, and then arched her back so that her ass rubbed against his face. "Open me up," she breathed. Tony wasted no time in placing his hands on her cheeks and separating them, exposing her wrinkled anal rosebud and wet, pouting cunt. As she dipped her head to place butterfly kisses down the length of his cock, eliciting another groan, Abbie imagined she could feel the heat of Tony's stare on her aroused centre. She focussed her concentration, rhythmically relaxing and contracting her butt-ring, making her cute little asshole put on a tantalising display and teasing him mercilessly.
******
The two women lay together on the round dais bed in the middle of the room. With footwear and jewellery discarded, fully naked now, they took turns massaging each other each other with expensive, scented oil as David and Tony watched, still seated on the couch.
The kneading and stroking became more and more sexual until eventually Lara and Abbie gave up all pretence of massage. They wound themselves together in passionate embraces, slid their bodies over each other, and finally ended up in 69 position. Each with their head between the other's open thighs, they eagerly pleasured each other... tasting, licking, sucking... all the time making sure the men had a close-up view. The guys had discarded all their clothes too, and their shiny cocks strained in their fists as they stroked themselves in a tormented agony of arousal.
Coming up for air, Lara twisted her body to whisper in Abbie's ear: "I want you to fist me, Sweet One."
"Er... what?" Abbie whispered back, bewildered.
"I mean... fuck me, with your whole hand," Lara breathed, "...and make me cum. Oh God, I'm so horny!" Without waiting for a reply she slid off from atop Abbie's body and positioned herself on her back, with a pillow under her hips. She pulled her knees right back until they rested on her chest, showing off her smooth mound with its sexy dragon tattoo and just beneath, her splayed cunt, swollen, dripping, and musky.
Abbie swallowed hard, grabbed some lube and coated her fingers liberally. Kneeling, she slid three fingers deep into the other woman's waiting pussy. With her labia spread now, Lara's engorged clit and pee-hole were exposed. Abbie began moving her fingers in and out, whilst flicking Lara's sensitive nub lightly with the thumb of her other hand. Lara sighed with pleasure, her head rolling on the sheet. "More... please", she murmured. Abbie slipped her pinkie alongside her other fingers so all four were in a line, stretching the delicious cunt-flesh wide apart as she pushed in deeply.
"Tuck your thumb inside and curl your fingers over it to make a ball, Sweet One," Lara whispered, her voice husky with arousal. Abbie complied. She pressed her lubed fist against Lara's gaping pussy and pushed slowly but firmly.
Lara closed her eyes and panted, revelling in the feeling of her cunt being stretched and invaded as the three others watched. She gently took hold of Abbie's wrist and helped the other woman ease her fist all the way inside.
Abbie leaned forward to gently kiss her friend's clit as Lara's cunt closed around her wrist. "It looks so hot... I never knew this was possible!" Abbie said softly, in awe.
"Fuck me now," Lara gasped, "...make me cum!"
Leaning back again, Abbie slowly eased her fist out, giving the men a full view of Lara's gaping, coral pink, glistening pussy, and then pushed it back in again, wrist deep. With her other hand she rhythmically stroked Lara's exposed clit.
Lara closed her eyes, arched her head back and gripped the sheet as she felt her cunt being filled to its maximum depth and fullness... felt the fist moving slowly back and forth inside her... felt Abbie's knuckles stimulating the taut ridged flesh of her g-spot. She imagined the erotic spectacle: in her mind's eye she saw Abbie's fist and forearm buried deep inside her, fucking her like a giant phallus... saw her beautiful girlfriend gazing down wide-eyed with amazement and lust. She surrendered completely to dark pleasure, panting hard, a kind of hot tension building quickly from deep inside her pelvis as her climax approached. Lara knew she was going to ejaculate, a rare, wonderful experience that only happened when she was exceptionally aroused and stimulated in just the right way.
She teetered momentarily on the edge, aching for release, scarcely able to bear the tension, and then plunged over into orgasm... howling, gripping the sheet and thrashing her head from side to side. With each spasm of climax she felt a delicious liquid release as she squirted over and over again. Lara's cunt clenched rhythmically, each contraction drenching the other woman's fist with slippery juice, which then flowed out in little gushes to make a wet patch on the sheet. Abbie stared in amazement.
At last Lara's spasms subsided and she lay back, limbs splayed, exhausted. She was flushed and her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. Abbie gently extricated her fist. Their eyes met, and Lara smiled. "Thank you, Sweet One," she whispered, and opened her arms for Abbie to join her. As Lara got her breath back the two women lost themselves in a loving clinch, kissing and cuddling.
******
At last, rolling apart, the two women looked over to the men with sexy grins. "Do you think we should put them out of their misery?" Lara said.
"Uh-huh, I think they're waited long enough," Abbie replied. Lara beckoned both guys to join them.
Pumped up with 'E' and raw lust, David and Tony leapt from their seats, climbed onto the dais and grabbed the women eagerly. In a tangle of limbs, they embraced and fondled each other with abandon. Lara knew the men needed a quick release from the aching tension in their massive erections, so she focussed on pleasuring their cocks, and guided Abbie to do the same. Tony and David were treated to fellatio heaven as expert mouths and hands ministered to them. The girls swapped from one man to the other every minute or two - kissing and suckling each man's cock, or licking their balls, whilst teasing their perineum and asshole with fingers and tongues. Sensing a climax rapidly approaching in both men, Lara came up for air and whispered in Tony's ear: "Why don't you fuck her like you fucked me this afternoon?"
Abbie was kneeling astride David in 69 position, her head down and her ass in the air while she concentrated on swallowing his cock deep into her throat, making him groan with pleasure. As Tony positioned himself behind Abbie, Lara gently eased the other woman's succulent buttocks apart, and bent her head to lick her cute little star into readiness. A frisson of delight quivered through Abbie's body; she paused momentarily, allowing her sensitive little asshole to loosen, and then continued her rhythmic deep-throating of David. She felt Tony's cock press urgently against her backdoor as his hands gripped her hips, then with a half-sob, half-grunt he thrust roughly and deeply into her rectum. Abbie's eyes bulged and watered; she was unable to cry out because her mouth was filled with cock. As her anal tissues were stretched and invaded, the now-familiar hot prickling pain/pleasure in her ass filled her awareness and made her dizzy with desire. Refocussing, Abbie continued to milk David's cock with her throat. As she did so, she rocked her body back and forth, pushing back at Tony with her ass, urging him to impale her. Sensing her readiness, Tony fucked her hard and fast. His cock buried itself to the hilt in her hot, gripping ass – drew back –plunged into her again, his balls slapping against her cunt. He could wait no longer. With a roar of primal lust Tony's seed erupted deep in her rectum. Abbie felt his cock jerking inside her; she squeezed her ass muscles to milk his cock as he came. A moment later she heard David cry out as his orgasm crested, and another load of hot cum spurted into her, this time down her throat.
**6**
The four friends showered together in the next-door bathroom, dried off, then returned to their private antechamber, where snacks and drinks had been laid out, and a fresh sheet laid over the huge round bed in the centre. They sprawled out naked in an afterglow of sensual bliss, feasting and chatting happily. Soon Tony grew sleepy and felt asleep on the couch. Abbie still felt wired and her body tingled with arousal. ' _I'm the only one who hasn't cum tonight,_ ' she thought to her herself ruefully, as one hand snaked between her legs.
"Oh Abbie, baby... are you still horny?" Lara asked teasingly.
Abbie sighed. "I guess so, but I can hardly complain - I've had just about every sexual treat there is to have..."
Lara snuggled up to her friend and caressed her lovingly. "Honey, I've saved the best 'til last for you!" She glanced at David, and winked; he got up and left the room.
"What are you two planning?" Abbie demanded. But Lara would say no more, despite being tickled mercilessly.
When David returned, a few minutes later, with a gorgeous young Maori man in tow Abbie gasped with delight. It was the waiter, Mario, whom she had lusted after earlier.
Mario gave Abbie a sexy smile as David introduced them. Abbie's mouth felt dry and her pussy flared hotly with need. She couldn't keep her eyes off this tall, beautiful young man, with his handsome face, fashionable stubble and his mop of unruly black hair. He was bare from the waist up, and very buff, no doubt from weight training. His muscles rippled under his smooth dark skin, which seemed to glow in the dim light, and Mario's dark brown eyes sparkled with fun as he joked with his old friends David and Lara. Abbie lowered her eyes and stared shamelessly at his ass, nicely outlined by his tight black pants. Her heart skipped a beat when he turned and she caught a glimpse of the huge bulge in the front of his pants.
Lara wound herself around their guest, caressing him. "You're rather overdressed, don't you think, Mario?" she said, glancing at Abbie as she squatted down and undid his belt. Lara paused, and beckoned.
Abbie walked over, blushing, feeling dizzy with desire. "Mario's your present, from David and me, Abbie darling," Lara said. Abbie's jaw dropped; she was speechless. David smiled lovingly at her. "Go on Abbs.... he's yours," he said.
Abbie felt suddenly shy at her nakedness and bit her lip. Heart pounding, she reached out and touched Mario's chest, tracing the stylised Polynesian design of his tattoo with her fingertips. She closed her eyes and slid her arms around him, inhaling his scent and feeling his hardness and strength. Her whole body ached for him, and she whimpered when he kissed her on the mouth – a long, tender kiss that made her feel faint. He tasted exotic and spicy; she didn't want the kiss to end, but somehow she was happy to obey when he gently pushed her down to a squatting position at his groin. Abbie looked up into Mario's warm, smiling eyes, and with both hands slid his pants down. He kicked them off, and stood splendidly naked before her.
Mario's cock sprang forth as it was released. Abbie thought she had never seen such a beautiful sight. Not only was it huge and thick, Mario's penis was perfectly proportioned. ' _Like a polished ebony sculpture,_ ' she thought to herself, and licked her lips. Pre-cum glistened at the tip. His balls and pubic area were waxed smooth. She touched the rapidly stiffening shaft reverently, drawing her fingertips down its length, trying unsuccessfully to encircle it with her hand, cupping and weighing his balls. Then, reaching around to caress his ass, she kissed and licked Mario's cock all over, finally taking the giant mushroom head into her mouth and sucking.
Abbie stood shakily, flushed, aflame with lust for him, and slid her arms around his neck. "I want you, Mario," she whispered huskily, "Please fuck me now... fuck me hard!"
Mario scooped her up then, as if she was as light as a feather, and carried her to the big round bed. He threw her down roughly on her stomach, winding her slightly. She felt boneless, like a rag doll, as he quickly positioned her on elbows and knees... pressed his huge cockhead to her sopping, aching cunt... and entered her in a single hard stroke. Abbie felt her cunt stretch and swell up as he filled her, and she gasped, then cried out "yesssssss" and pushed back as Mario seized her hips and began to fuck her.
Without warning, Abbie climaxed. Waves of pleasure surged through her as she felt her insides turn liquid and gush out. She nearly blacked out but returned to consciousness as Mario continued to pound her relentlessly, as if nothing had happened. Abbie felt her arousal build quickly once more, and knew she needed more.
"Ohfuck, FUCK...do me hard!" she howled, as Mario slammed into her. Just when she was on the brink of another orgasm, he withdrew, and quickly flipped her over onto her back. Her pleading eyes flicked between his huge slick cock and his smiling face. Teasing her, he knelt astride her and rubbed his cockhead over her breasts, then her face. Abbie desperately wanted his beautiful cock deep inside her again, but she was so overwhelmed she could only whimper inarticulately. At last, after what seemed like forever, Mario moved down between her legs. She sobbed with relief as he plunged into her inflamed cunt once more, and climaxed immediately, her whole body rigid, neck extended, mouth open in a silent scream.
After she came back to earth, Mario continued to make love to her – but now slowly and tenderly. He seemed to intuit exactly what she wanted and needed, a natural genius who could play her body and mind like a violin. Whenever she felt she could stand it no longer he would find a different way to lift her to a new plateau of pleasure, and bring her to orgasmic release. Abbie came, and came again....over and over... finding heights of passion that she had never before imagined. Mario had superb control and concentrated fully on her own pleasure, foregoing his own release.
Finally, as she lay panting, taking a break but still aflame with sexual heat, Abbie became aware that David had joined her on the bed, while Mario knelt on her other side. David caressed her lovingly. She buried her head in his chest, tears running down her cheeks. Abbie rolled on top of her boyfriend and, aching to be one with him, impaled herself on his newly hard cock, grinding her pelvis into his and kissing him fervently.
"Oh...oh, David," was all she could utter. She moved her body over his, fucking him, feeling fulfilled but somehow still needing ultimate release. She felt David's hands caressing her back, and then became aware of Mario's hands there too, feather light strokes which gradually descended to her buttocks. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the blissful experience of two wonderful men pleasuring her at once.
Mario watched David's cock sliding within Abbie's slippery pussy as she moved atop him. Gently, reverently, he parted her ass-cheeks with both hands and bent his head to kiss and tongue her dark cleft. At this moment Abbie was looking deep into David's eyes. As Mario began to rim her asshole David saw her gasp and her pupils dilate. "I...w-want... you...both," she half- whispered, half sobbed.
Abbie slipped into an altered state of consciousness. She dissociated, her awareness floating; it seemed like she was observing from above as Mario knelt behind her and pressed his giant cockhead to her slick, twitching anus. She stopped moving and concentrated on relaxing, opening herself up.... her boundless sensual need tinged with apprehension at the thought of this monster invasion. Panting softly, she felt herself being opened, spread, and stretched wide like never before. There was no pain; only deep, dark satisfaction as she felt her anal ring surrender. Mario's cock eased into her rectum. She felt totally, deliciously feral.
Abbie sipped back into her body, in ecstasy now. The heady aroma of masculine sexual desire mixed with her own heated cunt-scent aroused her even more. She felt tiny, sandwiched between the two big men... and felt unbelievably filled up by their two cocks inside her. Gingerly, she began to move again, and Mario picked up her rhythm, moving with her, gently at first. His greased cock slid deeper and deeper into Abbie's ass, until he understood, with amazement, that she would be able to take his whole length. Her ass gripped his shaft tightly, and he closed his eyes, aware that he could no longer postpone his climax. He withdrew his cock all the way out and gazed with awestruck lust at the sight of her anus splaying obscenely wide open, before sliding his huge shaft deep inside her again.
Abbie shuddered, and a strangled cry escaped her lips. "Aah... aah... fuck... FUCK ME!!" she howled, and began to buck against the two cocks invading her. Sensing her readiness, Mario seized her hips and unleashed himself, fucking her with animal abandon, ramming into her ass deep and hard and fast. Together, they soared towards climax, their moans and cries mingling and building to a crescendo.
Abbie felt the spasms of Mario's cock as he spurted jet after jet of hot cum deep into her bowels. A moment later, time stood still as an enormous earth- shattering tsunami of orgasm washed over and through her, transporting her to Heaven, and.... blackness.
******
Abbie gradually surfaced into wakefulness, stretched and opened her eyes. She felt spent, and a little sore, but wonderfully satisfied. David lay beside her, leaning on one elbow. He smiled at her, his eyes tender and loving, and moved a lock of hair from her face. Abbie felt her legs being gently moved apart and her knees pushed up onto her chest. A warm, soft tongue began to lap at her pussy and ass, cleaning her up. Lara's head popped up from between her legs. The other woman licked up a dribble of cum from the corner of her mouth, and shimmied up the bed to cuddle Abbie. "You're special, Abbie – David and I both love you," she said.
Abbie smiled, feeling moved to tears. She pulled her two friends close and kissed them. "I'm so grateful to you both... and I love you too!" she breathed. |
28 | Abby's Adventure | SweetCherry | Anal | 2001-12-21 | 2001-12-21 | 2022-01-08 09:48:07 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/abbys-adventure | She pays the price and saves her ass. | ['Body Greg', 'Cupped Sex', 'Fourth Time', 'Sank Fingers', 'School Time', 'School Year', 'Severe Punishment', "She'D Caught", 'Sister Margaret', "Time She'D"] | 4.32 | She sat sullenly outside his office, kicking at the leg of the chair with the heel of her black loafer. She knew this was it. She was going to get expelled for sure, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. She silently cursed her rotten luck. Just then the door opened.
"He'll see you now," the voice said She looked up and saw the short, middle aged woman with soft gray hair smiling sympathetically at her and stood up to face her fate.
Taking a deep breath, she walked slowly into the office and closed the door behind her. She knew the routine. This was the fourth time this semester she'd been sent here to face him, and she was very frightened of her fate. He was not an easy man to sweet talk, especially when the punishment was deserved.
The first time was for back talking the sister who taught English class. That had gotten her a stern lecture. A couple weeks later, she'd been caught with a pack of cigarettes in the girls bathroom. She lied and said they weren't hers, claiming that she'd found them on the floor and was merely going to throw them away. She got detention for 3 days for that. They couldn't prove they had been hers, so she weaseled her way clear from a more severe punishment.
The last time, she'd been caught cheating on a midterm exam. For that, she'd felt the sting of the dean's hand across her backside. It was 2 days before she could sit comfortably at school. That time, she also got grounded by her parents for 2 weeks. She was also informed that next time she'd be expelled. Her father also gave her an ultimatum. Either behave in school or the next time, he was going to spank her. 18 or no, she was still his child and it was his right to discipline her how he saw fit.
Well, here she now was. Facing Dean Gregory Thomas and his stern justice. He looked up from his paperwork and scowled. "I'm not happy with your behavior, Abby. Sister Margaret has told me some disturbing things. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Abby gulped. This was it. There was no way of explaining the soda bottle of alcohol she'd been carrying around with her. She had only wanted to try getting through a day without getting caught. She thought that nobody would notice that she was drinking in school. She wasn't drunk, after all. It was just her luck though, that Sister Margaret walked around the corner into her spilling it as she was taking a drink and recognized the odor. She'd been busted.
Abby only shook her head slowly, knowing anything she said would make it worse. She knew she'd be expelled, and she'd get spanked and grounded and lose her car when her parents found out. Dean Thomas stood up and walked to the window. He cleared his throat and then began.
"Abby, I haven't spoken to your parents yet. This is a very serious offense. It's also the fourth time this semester that you've been sent to see me. You know that the extent of this act could get you expelled for the rest of the year, in which case, your tuition would be forfeit and you would have to attend the entire of next year to graduate. I doubt your father will be happy over that. He swore last time you'd get a rather severe punishment should you misbehave again."
Abby looked at her shoes and said softly, "Yes, Sir. He said he'd spank me."
Dean Thomas turned to face her. "Abby," he stated, "we both know he'll do more than spank you. You can bet that you'll find yourself grounded for the rest of the school year and probably all of the next, plus losing all privellages. You may be 18, but that will mean nothing. You will have no choice but to live there in order to finish the school year. You also have your college education to look at. He doesn't have to help you there either."
Abby nodded again. She knew he was right. She just didn't know what to do about it.
"I'm prepared to forget this little incident ever happened, Abby, but it will cost you."
She looked up, astounded, not fully comprehending what he was telling her. He chuckled at her expression. "What are you talking about, Sir?" she asked quietly.
"Abby, right now, you don't have much to bargain with. I can make or break the rest of your life right now. I want you to think about that. How much is too much to save your ass?"
This shocked Abby even more. Dean Thomas never talked like that to the kids in the school. Not even when he was fuming and raging at them. Abby took a deep breath and asked, "What do I have to do?"
He smiled. "First of all, you are going to get your pretty ass spanked. I don't mean like the last time either. Last time, you were covered by your skirt and underpants. This time, you will not be protected by anything. Your bare skin will feel the sting of my hand."
Abby paled, knowing she was in for it. It had hurt the last time and she'd at least had the protection of her clothes. The man knew how to swing his arm and make a girl squirm. She also knew, though, that her father would do the same if he found out. She agreed.
Dean Thomas smiled again. "Good. That's a very good girl, Abby. There's also one other thing. You will accept anything that I do to you without protest. If at any time, you want me to stop, I will. But then I will immediately ring your parents and tell them of your little stunt with alcohol and let them deal with you from there."
Once again, Abby nodded her head, knowing he was right. He reached down and held out his hand, taking hers and helping her up. "Please remove your skirt, Abby."
She unzipped her short tartan skirt, stepping out of it, standing before him in her white blouse, panties, white knee socks and black loafers. She folded it neatly and placed it on the chair she just vacated. "Now the panties," he said softly.
Abby shivered with embarrassment and fear. She knew this was going to hurt. She also knew that once she did that, she would be exposed. She was a student, but also a young woman and he was a 30 year old man, very attractive and very intimidating all at once. She slipped her feet from her loafers and slowly slipped her panties down her hips, depositing them on her skirt and nudging her shoes under her chair with her stocking feet.
She shyly cupped her sex with her hands, shielding her mound from his gaze. She flushed, hoping he hadn't noticed that she was shaved. Her boyfriend Alex liked her bare, so she felt the urge to comply. Besides, it made it easier when she explored her own body at night.
"Please bend over the table there, Abby. Reach across and grab the other side and don't let go. I want you also to spread your feet apart, about shoulder width. That's a good girl."
Abby did as she was bid, knowing she had little choice. She shivered as she felt his eyes on her. She clenched her eyes shut tight and prepared for the blows to fall.
Behind her, Dean Thomas stared with utter appreciation at the young woman spread out before him. The creamy skin of her ass and thighs was causing an erection that threatened to bust his zipper. And the little minx was shaved, her sweet young pussy a pretty shade of pink that begged to be licked. He gritted his teeth and crossed to stand beside her. He rested a hand on her waist and took a breath before speaking. "Abby, I'm going to spank you now. Please stay in this position. I don't want to have to hold you down anymore than this. I would hate to have to restrain you for this."
She nodded, her eyes scrunched tightly shut, waiting for the first blow to fall. She started as she felt his warm hand come to rest on her bottom for a moment before he pulled it back and delivered the first blow. She clenched her teeth and sucked in a breath, shocked at how much it had hurt. A bright red handprint rested on her rump, staining it. Dean Thomas shivered in anticipation. This somehow was turning him on even more, seeing the handprint resting there on her left cheek. He quickly followed with another to her left, making her jump once again.
He pressed down a bit harder on the small of her back with his hand, making sure she stayed bent across the table. He rained blow after blow across her bottom, turning it pale pink to bright to red. Somewhere along the line Abby's cries of pains had turned into soft moans. He snapped into reality and realized something was different. Looking down at her bottom, he saw moisture trickling down her thighs. He gaped as he realized this girl was turned on by the punishment he was dealing out to her. The shocking thing was, he was turned on by delivering it.
He stopped, his hand still resting on her bottom, feeling the heat of it rising into his palm. He slid his hand down between her legs and cupped her sex. Abby cried out, shuddering in pleasure as his fingers sought her dripping pussy. He sank his fingers into her sweet wet walls, feeling her warm walls contract and draw him in deeper. He brought his other hand under her and around in front of her, seeking her clit. He found it, that throbbing little nub, and rolled it with his thumb while he sank his fingers in again and again into her burning sex.
Abby groaned. "Ahhhh, Dean Thomas. Yes, that feels so good!"
Dean Thomas gritted his teeth and hissed, "Call me Greg, Abby. Right now, I've got my fingers in your cunt and I'm about to fuck you. I'm just Greg right now."
"Yes, Greg, yes! Ah, God, that feels so good!" Abby gasped.
She shuddered then, crying out as she came and soaking his hand in her sweet juices. Pulling his fingers out of her still-pulsing vagina. he reached for his zipper, managing to clumsily undo his pants in an amazingly short amount of time, freeing his aching, straining cock from its confines. With his other hand still stroking her clit, he sank his full length into her, groaning as she enveloped him in her velvet walls. He pulled back, and then plunged in again, giving her his full length.
He fucked her slowly, thoroughly, taking his time and keeping her young body thrumming with pleasure. He paused once, pulling his cock out almost all the way, and slid his thumb deep into her, feeling her juices flowing freely. Removing it, he brought it to her anus, circling it slowly. He teased the sensitive membranes, while keeping her in a constant state of near orgasm with his cock and fingers.
He slowly sank his thumb into her ass, nothing her gasp. "Relax, Abby. Just breathe. Go with it, sweetness." He felt her ring open almost immediately, and eased his thumb in a little deeper. He groaned and clenched his teeth, fighting the waves of pleasure that threatened to overtake him. Not yet. He wasn't ready yet.
He slip his cock from her pussy and put the head of it against her asshole. He groaned loudly, "Breathe, Abby, just breathe. I swear I'll go slow, just breathe!" He pushed himself slowly but firmly against her, the head of his cock popping in before he halted his movement. He felt her tense and heard her cry out. Greg rubbed her clit again and stroked the soft skin of her back. He reveled in the imagery of it. Her Hair a mass of red tangles against the table, the bright red skin of her bottom from the spanking he'd given her a few minutes ago, his cock in her ass. It was all more than he could take. He began to move into her, slowly at first, giving her time to adjust.
Abby moan loudly, shivering with the sensations flooding her young body. Greg's cock was stretching her ass, filling her, while his fingers were now moving in and out of her aching pussy. His thumb rolled on her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure crashing through every nerve of her body. "Oh Greg, I'm gonna cum again!"
Her body tensed and she shuddered through her orgasm. Greg cried out as she came hard, her pussy drenching his hand and clamping around his fingers, while her ass gripped his cock tightly. He roared, thrust into her a few more times before he joined her in the vortex of orgasm. His body jerked a few times, then he collapsed on her, pinning her to the table with his weight.
Slowly, his head cleared and he regained his senses. Realizing he still had his cock in Abby's ass, he slowly disengaged himself from her, easing out and off of her. Reaching out a now gentle hand, he caressed the flaming flesh of her bottom, his handprints still clearly visible on her pale skin. "Your parents will never find out about your little lapse in judgment, Abby. Nothing will be noted in your permanent record. I think you'll do just fine for the rest of the year."
Abby smiled softly as she stood up. She walked slowly across the room and retrieved her skirt and panties. Slipping them on, she stepped into her loafers once again. She turned to face him with a naughty glint in her eye.
"Dean Thomas, something tells me I'll do fine in my studies, but I also have a feeling the Sisters will need to send me here a bit more often because of my behavior."
Greg's jaw dropped, and Abby laughed as she turned and walked out the door. Her face bore a look of complete satisfaction as she began scheming what to do next to get sent to his office. This would definitely be a very good year. |
29 | Abby's Surprise | Hamster | Anal | 2002-02-25 | 2002-02-25 | 2022-01-08 09:48:08 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/abbys-surprise | Abby & her dad's best friend both get a surprise. | ['Abby Still', 'Bathing Suits', 'Bedroom Change', 'Began Shaving', 'Black Garter', 'Dad Friend', 'Gaping Cunt', 'Jim Nancy', 'Suits Back', 'Trimmed Bush'] | 4.16 | My wife and I have been best friends with Jim and Nancy Peterson for about 15 years. Jim and Nancy have a 20-year old daughter, Abby, who we have treated like our own daughter and have watched grow up since childhood. One night the phone rang and my wife answered. It was Abby, home for the weekend from college, and she told my wife that the plumbing in her house had broken and her parents were away for the weekend. She pleaded for me come over to fix it. Since my wife had told Abby that I would be right over, I collected some tools and drove to the next suburb to see what I could do.
When I arrived at Abby's house she was standing at the door waiting. She was wearing her usual jeans and T-shirt, but she had herself made up like she was going out to a fancy party. She let me in and showed me a leaky toilet in her parents' bathroom. While I fixed the leak we made small talk about her parents and school. She told me about how excited she was to go on Spring Break this year. I mentioned her very good looking make-up and asked her if she was going somewhere special that night. She said that she was just fooling around, practicing, trying to get the look she wanted. I shrugged. "Girls!" I thought, but she sure looked good to me!
I quickly had the toilet fixed and asked her why she called me since the leak was not an emergency. She then told me that she had gone shopping for clothes to take to Cancun and needed "a guy's" advice on what to take with her. I looked at her real hard and asked her if she thought that I, a parent and an "old person," could make any kind of judgment that she would like. She told me that she trusted me to not treat her like a baby as her parents would. Well, Abby is 21, 5'-10'' tall, 130 lb., a 36C with brown shoulder length hair, and she's no baby! She's a BABE and I am having trouble thinking about her as this very foxy woman standing in front of me and not as the skinny teenager I remembered. I was beginning to think that she was up to something. I'm also thinking about my wife and what I am going to tell her when I get home.
I was flattered that Abby would ask me to help her in this situation. She was always dressed in jeans and blouses or T-shirts when she was at home or when she came to our house, so I thought, "I'll stay and look at her clothes for her and then go home." I had no idea what this "situation" would turn out to be!
I called home and told my wife that the problem was serious and that I would need several hours to fix it. As I hung up the phone, Abby wobbled into the living room on 4-inch high ankle-strap heels wearing a light yellow halter dress that came only about one fourth of the way to her knees. I could clearly see that she wasn't wearing a bra as her brown areolas showed through the thin material and her nipples were poking straight out. When she raised her arms the dress slid up and flashed her little bikini panties. I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming this or not!
"Well, What do you think about this?" she asked as she smiled and pirouetted in front of me.
She was so hot that it nearly took my breath away! This was going to be a serious test of my non-parental judgment. "Wow!" I said, "That's a very good looking dress. Have you looked in the mirror with that on? The material is pretty thin and shows an awful lot." I told her.
She laughed and said, "Yes, I did, and I thought that it would be really good in the clubs. It'll be dark and nobody will see too much."
I had to agree but told her that I would reserve judgment until she had showed me all of the clubbing outfits she had bought. She turned and walked back to her bedroom to change, her ass swinging back and forth from the high heels. I really wondered what in the world I had gotten myself into! In a few minutes she came back out, still struggling on those high heels. This time she was wearing a longer dress with a kind of smocked top held up with a string halter. Her hard nipples still made little tents in the material. When she turned around, there was no back at all, just one thin string holding the sides loosely to her body. As she walked around modeling the dress for me I noticed that when she bent or turned the material gapped and showed most of one perfect breast or the other. I couldn't believe it, but it did look like she was doing that on purpose. After all I was her father's age, married, and had known her since she was a little girl! In spite of my best efforts, my brain was starting that elevator ride to my crotch.
She walked over to where I was sitting, bent down and turned slightly so that her left breast nearly fell out and asked, "What about this one?"
When I regained my breath I told her that I liked the dress (the truth!) but thought it was a little dressy and provocative for the spring break scene (a lie!). She smiled and went back to change again. It took longer for her to come back out again, but when she did I was pretty sure that there might be some other "plumbing" she wanted me to work on. Her dress was black with a loosely bloused top and a skirt that ended a little above the knee. No nipples visible this time. She had black hose on and those high heels, and I was thinking that this dress would be the one. Foxy but not too revealing. Then she turned around and I saw that the sides of the top were wide open and that whenever she moved the loosely bloused material draped open to reveal her perfect breasts and her still very erect nipples. At this point my dick was hard as iron and I was struggling to hide the bulge in my pants! As Abby walked around the room giving me the show of my life I could see that she was getting used to the high heels. Then she stopped to adjust a wrinkle in her hose. When she bent down the view of her boobs was breathtaking, but when she ran her hands up her leg over her calf and up her thigh to show the lace top of her stocking and a black garter strap, I thought I had died and gone to heaven! She walked over to me, put her arm around my neck, sat on my lap and asked, "Is this too dressy, too?"
Then she wiggled her butt into my hard cock, looked right into my eyes and said, " I can tell that you really like this one a lot, Mr. Clark." Then she kissed me on the cheek and said, "Are you ready to see the bathing suits I brought home?"
I had a very hard time keeping my hands from wandering inside the open sides of that dress and an equally hard time not running my hand up her stocking clad thigh. Taking a deep breath I said, "Yes, I really do like this dress but the first one is the one for spring break. Please, show me your bathing suits."
When she had gone back into the bedroom to change again I quickly stood up to adjust my raging cock in my pants. I was wondering when or if this would get beyond teasing. I knew that I couldn't resist her very much longer.
Abby then walked back into the room wearing a very nice one-piece bathing suit. It was cut high on the thigh and very low in the back, showing just a little of the crack of her ass. The sides were also cut so that just a little of the sides of her boobs showed. Apparently the suit had some kind of built in support because Abby's nipples were nowhere to be seen. Relieved that the sexual tension had dissipated somewhat I commented that the suit was very good looking and that it fit her perfectly. As she turned to go back for the next suit, I caught a glimpse of a few brown curls sticking out from the crotch area of her suit. I raised my eyebrows and thought, "This is going to get interesting again!"
The next suit was a string bikini with a triangle top. Both the top and the bottom looked like they were adjustable for different amounts of exposure. Abby wore the suit with the top and the bottom expanded for maximum coverage. I thought about that and about the show that I had gotten with the dresses and decided to see if Abby was up to playing a game. So I commented that the suit was nice but that it covered way too much if she was going to wear it for spring break. I asked her if the top cups could be adjusted on their string. She tried bunching the bottom of the cups to make them narrower and then looked at me and smiled. I asked her how narrow they would go and she adjusted them so they were just thin strips that hid only her brown areola and nipple. I thought that my eyes would drop out of my head as I looked at her perfectly round, firm breasts. Then she looked down at the bottom and said, "I'll bet that this works the same way!" and slid the front together until it was just a narrow strip. She turned red as she saw all of the brown pubic hair that was exposed. "I guess that I can't wear this one!" she exclaimed as she hurried back to the bedroom. I was surprised at her reaction because I thought she was still teasing me.
The third bathing suit was a red two-piece. The top was constructed with an under-wire and was very low cut accentuating her cleavage, making her breasts look magnificent. The bottom was a thong cut very low in the front that revealed much more pubic hair than the string bikini did. Abby was still embarrassed about this and I asked her if she had tried these suits on before now. She said that she hadn't and that she was embarrassed about her hair showing. I knew that most women, even my wife, trimmed their bush to avoid just what Abby was showing me. I knew then that she had planned this from the beginning. "Well, in for a penny, in for a pound," I thought. I looked carefully at her and said, "Abby, if you are going to wear bathing suits like these, you know what has to be done. Go back in your bedroom and wait for me. I will take care of your problem." So much for the "fatherly" advice! My brain had arrived at my dick and was thinking of only one thing!
She smiled at me, pulled at the hair sticking out around the thong and went right back to her room. I sighed and headed for her parent's bathroom. Now I knew why the shaving cream and razor had been left on the sink! I found a pair of scissors, soap and a washcloth, filled a plastic bowl with warm water and grabbed a big bath towel on the way out. When I walked into Abby's room, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes closed, completely naked with two fingers of one hand in her pussy, and pulling and twisting a nipple with the other. She looked up at me and said, "I had to take it off. I was so juicy down there and I didn't want to ruin the suit."
I put the shaving equipment down and asked her, "Abby, are you sure that you want to do this? We can still stop. After all, I'm your dad's best friend and I don't want to get either of us into any trouble." I knew that I had to be very careful. I couldn't fuck her, no matter how much either she or I wanted to. I had to maintain some sort of self-control and not get in over my head!
She ran her hands over her breasts and pulled on her hard nipples. Closing her eyes and sighing, she breathed, "Oh, yes, Mr. Clark! I want to do this! I want you to shave my pussy! I want it to be completely bare!" With that she put the towel under her ass and lay back on the bed. Right then I think all the blood in my body was in my dick! Here was this gorgeous girl, my best friend's daughter, spreading her legs and asking me to play with her pussy!
I picked up the wash rag and soap and washed her pubes to soften all of that hair. As I rubbed the soapy rag across her mound I heard her gasp and moan quietly. She raised her head and watched open mouthed as I took the scissors and trimmed her bush to short stubble, carefully following the curve of her swollen and pouting pussy lips, trying not to pull the hair or to cut her. "You doing OK?" I asked.
"Oh, yes!" she sighed, "That feels wonderful!"
I squirted a dollop of shaving cream onto my fingers and began to spread it over her stubble-covered cunt. As I moved down to cover her lips, I said to her, "Lift up your legs and spread them real wide, please." As she spread her legs wide and lifted them toward her shoulders I could see her crinkled brown asshole surrounded by fine hair. Her juices were flowing out of her gaping cunt and into the crack of her ass. I gently rubbed the shaving cream over her juicy lips and then down lower, covering her asshole. She twitched and sighed loudly as I ran my fingers around her ass crack and then touched her anus.
I started shaving at the top of her triangle shaped bush. I carefully shaved her, feeling back and forth until she was perfectly smooth. As I moved lower with the razor to the top of her emerging slit I began rubbing back and forth over her clit. She shuddered and moaned with each touch. All of a sudden she exclaimed, "Oh, God! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!!"
I put the razor down but continued to rub over her clit as she stiffened and grunted with the pleasure of a powerful orgasm. She was sweating and panting hard and said breathlessly, "Oh! Wow! That was the best EVER! I have NEVER cum that hard, even with my boyfriend!"
I smiled and said, "I think there might be more where that came from!" and picked up the razor again. I had to put more shaving cream on her pussy lips and anal area because her cum had washed what I had spread before right off! I began shaving her pussy lips, feeling in that valley between the inner and outer lips to make sure that there was no stubble. Abby was breathing very hard again and squirming at nearly every touch! Her pussy was pouring juice out, soaking the towel under her. When I began shaving that area between her pussy and her asshole she got very stiff and held her breath. I was still rubbing, feeling for any hair that I had missed and I noticed that her asshole was getting very soft and pliable. Abby had relaxed and seemed to be enjoying what I was doing. Smiling to myself, I slid my index finger over her rosebud and slowly pressed it into her anus. She was so wet and relaxed that it slid right in, all the way to the second knuckle!
Abby was moaning loudly, but it was obvious that my finger was not causing her any discomfort whatsoever. I slid my finger in and out a few times and all Abby did was pull her legs closer to her chest making her asshole even more open to me. Her sphincter had relaxed even more and as I looked at her red sweaty face I knew that she wanted more. I pulled my finger out of her ass and rubbed another finger in the copious juice running from her gaping cunt. "Do you want another one, Abby," I asked?
She groaned and nodded and moaned, "Oh! Yes!! Shove another one in there! Fill my ass"!
I started pushing two fingers into her rubbery asshole while she groaned and shuddered almost continuously. I was fucking her ass with my two fingers and then worked a third one into her gaping ass. I had fucked her with three fingers for only a couple of strokes when her ass clenched so tightly around them that I couldn't even move. She screamed loudly, grabbed the sheets and nearly flew off the bed in an amazing display of sexual passion. This orgasm was even more powerful than the last one and it took her almost ten minutes before she could say anything. While she was recovering, I washed her now smooth, bare pussy, cleaning off the shaving cream, stubble and cum that covered her.
Later, she stood up and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. "Wow!" she said, "This is so cool! I don't think I'll ever let it grow back!" She rubbed her hand over her bald crotch, sliding her fingers over and between her naked pussy lips. "I could cum just doing this!" she exclaimed. Then she reached under her pussy and rubbed her still tingling asshole. She closed her eyes and sighed and said, "I would have never guessed about my butt! I've never let anyone even come close to my butt before!" Then she looked at me and said, "Thanks for showing me, Mr. Clark! I would never, ever have thought that I could play with my asshole."
I then asked her to put on the lace-top stockings and those high heels for me. She smiled and nodded and said, "Anything you want, Mr. Clark, Anything."
She was an amazing sight with her newly shaven pussy framed by the black stockings and black garter belt. I admired her for a few minutes and then said, "You are a vision of heaven, Abby! I want to fuck you so bad that my cock is about to burst! But we both know that we can't do that. " I looked at her again and said, "The only thing that would make this picture better was if your beautiful nipples were adorned with gold. I'll have to keep that in my imagination."
I walked out of the room, found my tools and drove home. When I got home, I put all of the tools away but the one between my legs. My wife didn't know it yet, but her plumbing was going to get a workout! |
30 | Abhishek's Birthday Gift | blackstroker | Anal | 2020-05-01 | 2020-05-01 | 2022-01-08 09:48:09 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/abhisheks-birthday-gift | Her husband's birthday gift filled her up like never before. | ['Anal', 'Black', 'Caribbean', 'Indian', 'Infidelity', 'Interracial', 'Rim', 'Thick Woman', 'Threesome'] | 4.29 | Abhishek's Birthday Gift
My name is Krysta, I'm a light skinned East Indian woman; light as in almost white, with long shiny black hair that reaches to my big round butt which like my thighs are more like that of a black woman — I'm thick and rounded and with a flat belly and narrow waist. Some might call me slim-thick, some thick. My B-cup breasts stand straight out, with an almost nipple-less cone tip that had a large expanse of areola; the nips only daring to peep out when I'm sexually aroused. Breasts that so far have only fed a single child, my daughter. My husband Abhishek loves to spend long minutes sucking on them, much to my enjoyment.
I don't know where I got my figure from, no one else in the family is like that, fortunately my face strongly resembles that of my dad and his own mom, or my mom would have been in some deep shit. Anyhow, I'm not complaining; I love my figure, my husband loves it and it was loved by the only other two men who unknown to my husband, had fucked me. Abhishek thinks he's the first. I prayed so hard for it to happen, that on my wedding night -- not a traditional Indian wedding -- when Abhi entered me, I was midway through my period, so there was some blood for him to see.
I had disposed of my tampon before getting into bed, telling him that I had been waiting for his cock so long I wanted it immediately, without any preliminaries. I controlled my pussy muscles, giving him the feel of a tight fit and virginal resistance. For good measure, I made loud painful cries.
Early in life, a worldly wise female cousin of mine convinced me that I was sitting on a virtual gold mine. 'Don't sell it cheap, don't mess up, be patient and wait for the big fish, they will come.' She'd said. I took her advice, so I kept myself aloof and clean, except for one very discreet and well disguised affair with a married co-worker, which ran for two years of hot, mind blowing sex. While that was going on I briefly, as a front, dated two doting, harmless young men, that I could easily control, letting them get no further than kisses and some groping of my fine pussy and tits, telling them that I was saving my virginity for my wedding night. Soon after I would feign disgust with them for trying to force me or for some other transgression, and end the relationship.
I was a poor girl with dreams of becoming super rich. The big fish eventually came along when I was twenty one. Abhishek was ten years my senior and stinking rich, with inherited holdings in rice farming, gold mining, real estate and logging. He fell for me hook line and sinker. I ended the relationship with my secret lover, with mutual understanding and acceptance. After six months of sexless dating Abhishek and I got married.
Now, ten years later on the afternoon of my thirty-first birthday, I lay on our king sized bed, clothed as requested by my husband, in nothing more than a short, sheer, black teddy nightie. I was watching an interracial porn movie on our sixty inch TV and stroking my pussy, again according to instructions received a few minutes ago. He wanted me to be wet, well turned on and ready to fuck when he came home with my birthday present. He said he'd finally found something I'd long wanted, something we'd discussed before, a while back. He refused to give me a hint. The porn movie was of a black, well hung youth and his bratty, white half-sister, and it soon had me dripping. Although I'd never had a longing for such adventures, I'd found incest porn a bigger turn on than any other genre.
Abhishek had once admitted that he'd done incest with a couple of family females, without naming names. He was obviously very kinky, having also admitted to threesomes, but I guessed was a bit hesitant about introducing me into wild areas, other than spanking, anal and the regular role play that he would script for us. But somehow I got the feeling that he was gradually grooming me, and I pretended naivety, so I wouldn't make any mistakes. I loved the rich life, and through it got to help out a lot of my poor family, setting them up in business or good jobs.
I heard Abhishek's soft knock on the door and quickly switched off the TV, bent one knee and spread my thick thighs.
"Come in honey," I said.
The door opened and my smile froze. Had I not urinated thirty minutes before, I would have surely pissed myself, such was the intensity of the shock I got when I saw the big, black, tall and muscular Johnson, one of Abhishek's accountants and long-time friend. A charming and handsome young man known to Abhishek since he was a baby, his parents having been long-time employees of Abhishek's dad. Johnson and I also got along well. I clamped my thighs shut and sat up, holding a pillow over my front.
"Johnson, what are doing here?" I managed to squeak.
"I'm here to deliver your present," he said, smiling broadly.
"Where's Abhishek?" I asked, nervously.
"In his study, he asked me to bring it up for you."
"Where is it?"
"Right here," he said. His hands were behind his back.
He stepped into the bedroom and pulled the door in behind him with one foot. He removed his hands from behind his back
"There's nothing in your hands, Johnson, quit playing games and give me my present and get out of here," I cried, irritably.
A brief puzzled look came over his face, but was soon replaced by an understanding smile.
"So, he didn't tell you," he said and started loosening his belt.
"Tell me what ... and what are you doing?" I cried.
"I'm getting your present for you Ms. Krysta."
I looked on, flabbergasted as Johnson began stepping out of his pants.
"Oh my god, Abhishek told you to do this ... he's alright with this?" I asked.
"Very much so, Ms. Krysta."
"That fucker ... sending his friend into his bedroom to fuck me, his wife?" I shouted, in what I hoped sounded like anger. I was suddenly too turned on to be angry about my husband's indiscretion.
"Are you alright with this Johnson?" I asked, as if hoping he would say no.
"I am Ms. Krysta ... I'd like nothing better than to give you the present, the boss man sent." He said, with a lascivious smile.
He was stepping out of his jeans and I could see the huge bulge in his boxer briefs
"That leaves only you Ms. Krysta, are you alright with this?" he asked.
"Johnson, forget about what I said in anger a minute ago ... I have great love and respect for my husband and I'm a loyal wife. I always trust his judgements and decisions. If this is the present he wants me to have, I'm only too happy to accept. Give it to me, but keep in mind I'm doing it for him, not you," I ended angrily.
Johnson pulled down his underwear and out sprung a big black cock that though only half erect, looked quite menacing. Johnson's Johnson -- no pun intended -- was quite a troubling sight; it raised animalistic and secret urges in me. Except, for my first lover, which was so long ago, who was built like Johnson, I wasn't used to handling a revolver of that bore. That was a magnum 44. As he walked toward me it began straightening out and was bouncing seductively. I could feel my pussy getting wetter than it had been earlier, and I could only think, 'oh my god, what am I in for?' I felt like it was winking at my vulva, which throbbed in response.
Reaching out he took hold of my ankles in his big, strong hands and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He sank to his knees, and sensing what he was about to do, and feeling a hunger for it, I spread my thick creamy legs wide and looked between them to his lowering head, in anticipation. I couldn't remember when, if ever, I'd been so turned on. My pussy was pulsating and springing thick water. He sank his handsome face into my crotch, which involuntarily jumped up to meet his lips. His mouth opened wide, shark-like, and drew in the fat lips of my smooth vulva. I moaned loudly as he sucked on them noisily. And when his stiffened tongue went pass the lips into my deep pink, I let out a shrill scream, and was grateful that no one else was at home but Abhishek, downstairs in his study.
By the time he got up I was in a drunken daze, already having had one orgasm. He pulled me up into a sitting position. His big cock which was at least twice the length and much stouter than that of my husband's, bumped against my blushing-red cheek, burning it. Without a moment's hesitation, I grabbed hold of the hard love muscle, and opening my mouth which was fortunately, just wide enough, stuck it in, managing to suck on the big bulbous head. I gushed a load of saliva onto it, suddenly feeling the need to really get down and dirty -- fuck decency and civilized behavior -- wanting only at that moment in time to be a stinking, shameless sex animal. I poured more thick spit onto his dark wood, and watched as it slowly travelled the length of ten or eleven inches of fuck pipe, all the way down to his big balls, which I immediately lifted in both hands, lowered my head and began licking as well as pulling into my mouth and stretching.
I returned to the cock and he went down my throat, making me gag and splutter, almost vomiting as he touched my tonsils roughly. I choked and coughed and had to pull away my mouth to catch my breath. I felt him lift my little nightie up and over my head, and tilt me over onto my back. Still standing he leaned over and took one of my soft cones into his mouth and sucked on it while covering the other with his big hand in a sensuous massage.
"What flavor is the ice cream cone, Johnson?" I whispered.
"The kind I like, my sweet, pure vanilla," he whispered back, and moved his mouth to the other cone.
He was sending shivers through my spine all the way to my pussy, which suddenly became the target of his free hand, thumb and forefinger twirling my clit and setting it alight. I was already starting to cum when he pushed the dark brown monster against my pussy. As if knowing my terrain well it moved through the hills and ploughed into me, making me scream. I screamed again as the orgasm caused my pussy to explode. I shook like a person in an epileptic fit, my eyes turned back in my head. My mouth blowing like a pregnant woman in delivery. He held me in strong hands so his cock wouldn't be dislodged.
When I was finished cumming, I crawled backward, bringing with me, his cock fastened to my pussy, into the center of the bed. I raised my legs high, using my hands to keep them wide and pulled back.
"Ooooooooh, fuck me, Johnson ... fuck your boss' slutty wife ... fill me with yuh big black cock, yuh fucker, yuh," I cried passionately.
His cock began moving in my depths like an erratic torpedo, going back and forth, back and forth, ramming and retreating from my soft and muddy river bed, causing me pain and pleasure wrapped up in one. His hips began moving rapidly, sending the round tipped missile in a wild search, hitting every corner, until with a loud growl, he suddenly flipped me over, ordering me to straddle him. I did so hurriedly, eager to have the hammering of my pussy resumed, whether under my or his terms. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes and came down on the stout stake hard, sending it up to the base in me.
I grunted and squealed like a knifed sow, then I rose up, freeing about one third of the power drill, and leaning forward with my hands on his damp shoulders, began to ride him hard. With the ass, hips and belly of a black woman, came the ability to move on cock like one. I bucked and rolled and ground against my stallion like a rodeo jockey, until with a frantic pussy- whipping I took him past the finish line, and felt him erupt in me flooding my hole with his cum paste, wondering if Abhishek was alright with that too; the black stud's semen in his wife. I shrugged off the thought and laughed out loud, wagging my wet tail like a lost and found puppy.
His cock was only partly deflated, so I closed my eyes, and working my inner wall muscles to coax him back up to full hardness, I resumed my ride, dripping sweat onto his dark brown body.
When I next opened my eyes I saw Abhishek standing over me naked and grinning wide.
"Mind if I join the party?" he asked.
"Not at all darling, actually I was hoping you would come and watch me play with my present."
In his hand he held a bottle of KY jelly that he was applying to his hard cock. I could see the red, bulging veins. Despite its not so remarkable size, it never failed to give me pleasure. What it lacked in length and girth, it made up for in firmness and was always ready to fuck. It also stayed the distance well and was quick to recover after exploding in me. He walked behind me and I could feel his familiar fingers find my twitching butt hole, as he applied lubrication. Johnson's big dick was still stuck in me and I could feel it throbbing and beginning to stretch out and fill me up. Abhishek would bugger me with his little hard dick frequently and I loved it as much as he did, maybe more.
I liked the feel of the unthreatening cock in my booty, bringing pleasure without pain. I felt him position himself on the bed, between Johnson's spread legs. Johnson's long cock allowed me to lift my ass a few inches higher to facilitate Abhishek. He entered my ass smoothly and as usual started slowly, then gradually picked up pace until he was fucking my ass rapidly. I became a human sandwich, getting fucked from both sides. While Abhishek's little drill was probing my booty hole, and his quick hands repeatedly slapping my fat backside, something he knew I liked, till the cheeks were smarting pleasurably. Johnson's jackhammer piloted by his agile, muscular hips, was brutally torpedoing its way up into my stomach, as if sending food to me in a reverse fashion.
They rode me together top and bottom, pussy and ass for twenty minutes, during which the double friction caused me to cum twice. Abhishek came first and fell off me.
Sitting on the side of the bed he watched as his thick, curvy and pretty wife's almost white body, now smarting red, was bounced about upward by a mass of black muscle.
"Put it in her ass, Johnson," Abhishek said.
He tugged at Johnson's cock, dragging it out of my pussy and positioning the head at my ass hole, smeared with his cum. I was a bit reluctant, because of the size. But conflictingly excited. I wanted it inside of me but was afraid of the monstrous wood tearing me apart. None of my two previous lovers had been able to convince me of taking their cock inside my ass, even though they tried because they both had massive tools just like Johnson's. But now as I heeded my husband's instruction, the fear was overridden by excitement as I felt his fingers lubricating my hole anew, and I wanted to laugh when I heard Johnson tell him to stop rubbing jelly on his dick. Abhishek burst out laughing.
"Don't be scared old boy, I ain't gay, I just want to make sure you could get into she batty hole," Abhishek said.
I sat down hard on the huge pole,
"Like this, honey?" I asked.
"Yes like that, just like that, now ride it," he said, and gave me two playful smacks on my already branded and smarting fat batty.
I began to ride the fat brown dick, feeling it tearing me apart, but somehow, loving every second, then minute of it. Johnson's face was sweating as much as mine and I wondered if he was enjoying the batty ride the same as me. From the concerned way he was looking up into my eyes, I knew he was asking with his eyes if I was alright. I nodded slightly while sending the okay signal with my eyes. At that moment I felt deep love for him and knew that from that day our relationship was going to head in a new and exciting direction. He grabbed my butt cheeks and started pumping up into me, and I wailed loudly.
'Aiiiiieeeeeeee. Aiiiiieeeeeeee. Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. Oh mih gawd ... oh fuck, fuck!"
I knew that I was going to cum yet again, soon.
"Yes, yes," Abhishek cried in delight, like a kid enjoying himself at a game.
I bit my lips and bore the sweet pain, as Johnson sent his big tool up and down inside of me. Just as I felt my orgasm spread through my body, Johnson grunted and started shooting cum up into me, mixing his and Abhishek's seed in the hole they had shared.
They lay, one on either side of me, each holding a hand. I heard my husband say:
"This was fun guys. I think we should do it more often. Johnson, you could bring a girlfriend next time, make the party bigger. A nice thick black girl, to even up things."
"Yeah that could be arranged," Johnson said.
Abhishek got up to go to the bathroom which was in the bedroom, and Johnson said he also wanted to go. Abhishek told me to show Johnson to another bathroom. Inside the bathroom Johnson held me and kissed me deeply. After breaking the kiss he said:
"You're a smart lady, Krysta, baby, I like how you got him to do this, thinking he was the one leading you into wild sex, while it was you grooming him all along, and planting ideas into his head."
I laughed. I could be cunning and wicked when it came to getting what I wanted.
"I had to find a way, it's getting too dangerous, us meeting in secret, and only once in a while. You realize how near we came to almost being caught twice over the last year. I don't like going too long without your cock. What I didn't anticipate was getting my ass pumped by your big dick. But I liked it. I think I can continue entertaining you up my ass now that it has been opened up.
"The thing bothering me more than any is that now I have to manufacture a fake girlfriend to be able to fuck my real girlfriend," Johnson said, looking at me.
"Yeah, I'm not too keen on that ... that I didn't bargain for as well, we'll just have to think hard and find the best balance. I could always be stubborn and hold out that I didn't want another woman in my house fucking my husband ... we'll see, we'll see," I replied.
Johnson and I had been fucking occasionally for close to three years after meeting up at a Christmas party for Abhishek's employees. The moment I laid eyes on Johnson, I remembered my ex secret lover, the one I'd broken up with to marry Abhishek. He had since migrated. The resemblance between he and Johnson was so amazing and the memories of my first cock so titillating, it made me wet and daring every time I looked into Johnson's eyes that night. He must have sensed it, for he asked me to dance and quickly made a pass. It didn't take much persuasion from Johnson, to get me to slip away into this very bathroom while Abhishek was in a drunken stupor in a chair.
I will always remember the passion of that first encounter. How Johnson had got me to lead him to this bathroom and once inside, how passionately we'd kissed like lovers. He'd quickly freed his mighty dick, lifted my dress, pulled aside the little black thong i was wearing and forced his cock into my wet pussy. I remember raising my leg up onto the toilet bowl as he hammered me and made me howl, luckily this was upstairs away from the other washrooms downstairs the party guests were using. After fucking me hard and fast for a little while, he'd pulled out, dropped to his knees and sucked my pussy until I came against his face. I liked the way he looked up at me and gulped hard, swallowing my liquid discharge.
He then turned me around, and as I leaned over, my hands on the toilet tank, he got to his knees again and placing his face between my thick butt cheeks, gave me my first rim. He had wanted to bugger my saliva-slick ass hole, but I told I didn't think I could take it, maybe some other time. He was kind enough to desist, and moved the big cock head that had been probing my anus to the easier entrance of my pussy, where he pounded me for about ten minutes before his increased pace signaled his arriving orgasm, just as he was about to shoot, he pulled out. Thinking fast, I'd spun around and took his cock into my mouth, managing to get the first load and all other spurts until he was drained. Just like he had done, I looked into his eyes and swallowed his discharge.
"So we're right back where we started," Johnson said, looking around the bathroom.
He added, "I like how you played it when I entered the bedroom. At first I was taken aback, because I had called you and told you what to expect, but then I suspected why you were putting on that show of surprise and anger."
"I couldn't take any chances, I know Abhishek is sneaky enough to have a hidden camera or two," I said.
We kissed again and I lowered my hand and felt his sweet cock, wanting only to get back into bed again and feel it inside of me.
"Hurry back to your husband before he gets uneasy," Johnson said.
When I got back to the bedroom Abhishek was lying on the bed pumping his hard cock, and looking at the TV on which I could see Johnson ramming his big cock into my pussy. Abhishek looked at me and smiled, and I smiled back at him, and jumped onto the bed. I was happy that he was such a kinky son of a bitch; I could get to enjoy my lover and my own kinky side without fear or shame.
Abhishek rolled me onto my back and got between my thick, juicy legs. I placed them on his shoulders and he pressed forward, lowering them while raising my ass. He thrust his hips forward and his hard little fuck stick entered my ass with ease. Because of the bigger one that had been in there minutes ago, it smarted a bit, but I wasn't complaining. Abhishek plowed my ass vigorously.
I felt something fall on my lips and opened my eyes to find Johnson's big, half erect dick dangling in my face. I took it into my mouth and sucked happily, feeling well pleased with myself.
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31 | Abigail's Massage | akon217 | Anal | 2017-11-11 | 2017-11-11 | 2022-01-08 09:48:10 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/abigails-massage | Needing to relax she is offered a special touch. | ['Anal', 'Anal Sex', 'Massage', 'Masturbation'] | 4.43 | Abigail collapsed on the couch in her purple robe and turned on the t.v. The softball game earlier today had been rough, and had left her with more than a few aches and bruises. She stretched feeling the muscles pull as she tried to loosen them. She had hoped a hot shower would help her relax, but it didn't seem to ease her pain at all. She looked around feeling a little unease about being alone in the house for the first time. Her parents and sister decided to go out after the game, but she just wasn't in the mood. After a little convincing her parents agreed she could stay by herself.
It was so silent that when she heard a knock at the front door it shocked her. Steadying her beating heart she made her way towards the front door. She didn't know who she expected but it sure wasn't the person on the other side. The red hair and scruffy beard that greeted her was David, her sisters friend.
"David, what are you doing here?" she asked puzzled yet somewhat excited as she pushed her highlighted brunette hair behind her ears. Her voice was somewhat soft and meek a she spoke to the older boy.
"Erika asked me to come check on you, make sure you were okay. Heard the game was a real killer." His concern was apparent which made sense since he had always thought of her as a little sister.
"Yea, it got pretty hectic out there at times, but I'm doing okay just watching some t.v. and trying to relax." She subconsciously crossed her arms feeling that his eyes could see through her robe and straight to her naked body underneath. For as long as she had known him she had always found him attractive, only now she felt somewhat self conscious about being alone with him.
"Sounds fun, care if I join you? I brought food." he raised the pizza box he was holding giving a friendly smile along with it.
Abigail noticed the empty feeling in her stomach and realized just how long it had been since she last ate. She agreed and moved aside to let him in. She closed the door and led him to the living room. While walking she couldn't help but feel as though his eyes were taking in every part of her body through her robe. An idea that made her both nervous and excited.
As they walked David noticed her backpack lying in the hallway. Papers and books spilled from the top due to the way they were crammed inside. Sometimes he forgot that she was in highschool. He had known her for so long it was hard for him at times to break the illusion of her not being a kid anymore. Though as his attention was drawn to the outline of her shapely ass, he realized just how much she had grown.
They had barely sat down before Abigail had grabbed a slice of pizza and ate half of it in no time. The cheesy slice of pepperoni was exactly what she needed to complete her relaxation. She enjoyed every bit as it filled her stomach and once she had devoured the last piece, eagerly started on her second.
"Perhaps I should have brought two pizzas." David teased her with a smirk as he ate his share.
She felt embarrassed for a moment, but then grabbed a pillow and hit him on the shoulder. He feigned defeat as he shielded himself from the oncoming blows. She was determined to knock him from the sofa when a sudden pain in her shoulder made her tense.
"What's wrong?" David asked noticing her discomfort.
"It's just some tight nerves, I'll be fine." she answered as she massaged the abrupt pain.
"If you'd like I could help you out."
Abigail looked at him, a little shocked by his suggestion. He paid her expression no attention as he continued eating his slice of pizza.
"Mmm seriously" he said as he licked the greasy residue off his fingers "Erika says I give good massages. I could give you one real quick."
"As good as that sounds I'm not exactly wearing anything under my robe." she ducked her head slightly as a light blushed formed on her cheeks.
"That's not a problem." he said matter of factly. "I'll turn around and you can get ready. What do you say?"
"I don't know." she replied softly pondering his offer.
"I promise I won't try anything. Besides, you seem to be in quite some pain." He gave her a caring look that amplified the reassurance in his voice.
Abigail thought it over for a few more seconds and then agreed. David stood and turned his back toward the girl giving her some privacy to get in position. From the reflection in the window he could just make out her toned form as she stripped off the robe covering her. The muscles in her arms and stomach were toned perfectly, and her legs seemed to go on forever. He stared more intensely trying to make out as much as he could. Her breasts were rather small but that only made her puffy nipples stand out even more. David wondered what it would be like to play with them in his hands, and even more so what they would feel like on his lips.
His thoughts were broken by Abigail telling him he could begin. He turned around and saw that she had covered her ass with her robe denying him the pleasure of that wonderful view. He felt himself grow as his eyes trailed along her smooth legs. He so badly wanted to lift her robe and peek at what was underneath.
"Well, you gonna get started." she asked a little nervously. She could feel herself getting aroused at the thought of his hands roaming her body. Her nipples were growing stiff and her pussy was heating up as she tried to keep from showing her discomfort.
"Yeah, just warming my hands up a little." David rubbed his hands together in an attempt to lend credence to his delay. He walked next to her and placed his hands over her shoulder blades. He heard her give an almost inaudible gasp as he made contact. His palms rubbed deeply as he began the massage. Melissa tensed at first but eventually relaxed into his firm touch.
His fingers kneaded the muscles and caressed her skin. She felt her body heat considerably from just the short amount of contact. His hands traveled higher to her shoulders where she sighed in relief when he hit the spot with the most pain. He continued on toward her arms, his touch leaving a tingling sensation with each inch he covered. She squeezed her legs together hoping he didn't notice her growing desire.
Once finished with her arms he started on her lower back. Her soft skin seemed to fuse with his hands and he lost himself in the warm flesh. Up and down he massaged. Alternating between slow, deep movements and long gentle strokes of pressure. He couldn't help how aroused he was getting from touching her tender body. It was almost as if he was back in highschool experimenting for the first time. He felt he would cum right then from the thought until Abigail let out a soft high pitch moan bringing him back to reality.
"I told you I was good." he teased as he continued. He looked down to see her cheeks redden slightly.
Abigail wish she could have disappeared. She didn't mean to moan so loud it just came out. She had long forgotten about the nerves she felt being alone with David and the fact he was touching her so intimately. Now all she felt was extremely horny as every touch seemed to make her pussy burn uncontrollably. Her breathing was deep as her heart raced, she could feel her juices leak from between her legs soaking the couch.
She felt one of his hands work its palm deep between her shoulder blades, and the other grip her left calf and begin to massage. She didn't know why he decided to do her legs, but at this point she didn't want him to remove his hands. His other hand soon joined the work on her leg, and together they squeezed and caressed until it seemed his hands were a part of her. It was when she felt them travel up the length of her leg that she grew nervous once more.
Her pussy tingled at the thought of being exposed to the older boy's eyes, but her mind was frightened at him discovering just how wet she was. His hands moved slowly higher and higher up her thigh. Her ass tensed as he neared and she felt him stop momentarily then begin his descent. Her heart pounded in her chest from the close exposure. She was so conflicted between wanting more of his touch and being embarrassed from being seen in such a provocative way.
David reluctantly pulled away from covered ass. When he saw her ass jerk in response to him nearing he almost lost control. He could feel the heat radiating from her crotch as he grew close, and maybe it was just his hormones but he thought he could actually smell her sex drifting toward him. He returned his focus back to the massage and started on the other leg. She was moaning more often now though still barely audible. It was all becoming too much for him. He was about to hurry and finish when something happened that drew him back in.
He was massaging her thigh when almost imperceptibly Abigail widened her legs. He thought it was just his imagination so he went slightly higher and inside to check her reaction. She spread them just a little further. David swallowed hard, he knew he shouldn't but he was so turned on that his desire overrode his reason. He pushed his hands deeper into the crevice of her legs, slowly rubbing in and out. A small whimper escaped her throat as he slid under the robe and neared the most private place of her body. The heat that had built between her legs was enough to make sweat form along her skin.
Eventually his hands were under her robe completely and resting just below the curve of her round ass. David ran his thumb along the crease of her ass, curving his hand around the outside and back. Deciding it was now or never he took a risk and pushed his hand over her firm cheek. He cupped it, holding still his hand gauging her reaction. After a few moments he started to squeeze and spread her ass as his other hand serviced the remaining side. The soft flesh felt wonderful against his palm and each time he pulled them apart Abigail would give a squeak. He looked at the girl laying on her arms with her eyes closed seemingly lost in the treatment she was receiving.
David decided to progress even further as he slid one hand over her ass crack, and with the other ran it along her waist, up her side, and just along the outer part of her tit that spilled from the side. He softly massaged her exposed breast while his other hand went deeper into her ass until his finger brushed just over tight hole. Her ass clenched against his hand from the contact, but he didn't stop, rather he took the opportunity to tickle the spot with the tip of his finger. Abigail squirmed as he poked around making her robe ride up and finally revealing what he had desired most.
Her round firm ass made him grow even harder if that was possible. She was wriggling and groaning against his actions. So much so that when she arched her body he took the opportunity to reach under and fully cup her breast. Her tit didn't even fit his hand but feeling her puffy nipples made up for it tremendously. Abigail lowered her body fully pressing her breast into his palm. David pinched her nipple between his index and middle finger eliciting high pitch moans from the girl as he dipped the tip of his finger into her ass. His heart was racing from excitement as he fingered and groped the young girl in front of him. Her eyes were shut tight and her breathing was ragged as she experienced pleasure like never before. David pushed deeper inside her ass driving his hand further between her legs.
"AHHhhh!" Abigail let out a choked scream as David's hand made first contact with her wet pussy. The fingering her ass was receiving as well as the intense pleasure from her nipples had made her pussy extremely sensitive. Every slight touch, every thrust of his finger in her ass sent small shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her body. She raised her right knee giving him unobstructed access to her most private place. He took the invitation by removing his finger and focusing entirely on her soaked cunt.
She pushed her hips back as he rubbed his hand along her dripping pussy. Her constant moans a sign that she was enjoying the treatment immensely. She was so close to cumming that she just wanted to reach behind her, grab his hand, and fuck it until she exploded all over. She could feel her juices drip from her when he spread her lips. His hot breath hitting her inside made her feel like she was melting. She thought for sure she would go crazy when his fingers entered her. They rubbed against her smooth walls and hit the spot deep inside her that made her hips jerk uncontrollably.
She could feel the pressure building in her lower stomach. Her breaths were short and her whole body tensed as she grew closer and closer to climax. Just a little more, a little more and she would be pushed over the edge. In and out. In and out his fingers went deeper and deeper until all of a sudden he stopped. The complete emptiness she felt and the loss of such pleasure made her whimper in despair. She could feel her pussy quiver as her orgasm receded. She was about to reach behind her and finish herself when she felt a new sensation.
David had released her tit and used both his hands to spread apart her ass to lick along the length between her cheeks. When he crossed her tight asshole she felt him dip his tongue in ever so slightly. The wet, warm appendage brought back her dissipating arousal with renewed vigor. He would rub his tongue flat against her anus making it pucker and her moan loudly into the sofa. She clenched the cushions tightly in her fists as she felt her pussy heat up once more. He was lapping at her ass like a thirsty dog moaning deeply while he did.
She pushed her ass out hoping he'd take the invitation. He did. His tongue drove inside her tight opening and once in she relaxed drawing him in deeper. His tongue massaged her inner walls, sliding around and making her squeal from the stimulation. His hand pushing inside her pussy only served to heighten her desire. Her cum was flowing freely once more and she could feel her thighs become numb as the pleasure drove out all other senses. David now had his face buried in her ass and she had her hand in his hair trying to force him even deeper.
Her mind was blank, unable to focus on anything except reaching the pinnacle of her ecstasy. It was when David flipped her on her side and placed his head between her legs that she decided she would reach that peak. Her thighs clamped firmly around his head while her hands pushed him deep into her. She screamed and moaned as he sucked and groaned with each passing second; his hands placed tightly against her ass. Abigail once again felt the tightening in her stomach and felt the pressure build once more. She was grinding forcefully at this point, using the older boy as merely a toy for her enjoyment. She felt her pussy squeeze his tongue as finally she reached what she had desired for so long.
Her vision blurred and her cries caught in her throat as her body exploded in a mind numbing orgasm. All thoughts vanished as she rode out wave after wave of euphoric bliss. Relief spread as she came hard on David's face, to which he eagerly sucked in all he could. Abigail bit her bottom lip and moaned as she was brought to the peak and slowly descended. Her senses returned and she became aware of her body once more. Her eyes opened as she rode out the last bit of her climax. She stared down at the person looking up at her wondering just what would happen next. |
32 | About Ass | AnaLeePleasured | Anal | 2009-05-01 | 2009-05-01 | 2022-01-08 09:48:11 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/about-ass | She uses his ass for a change. | ['Anal Fucking', 'Cock Sucking', 'Cum', 'Dildo', 'Eating Pussy', 'Facial', 'Massage', 'Toys'] | 4.48 | _About Ass is a story about what happens when an unsuspecting man has the tables turned on him and his ass gets used for a change._
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Ally looked out over the spectacular sunset from her place in the outdoor hammock on the large back deck of her country home. She had not a single stitch of clothing on as usual, just like he expected of her. He told her he liked it when she showed off her body with her golden tan and sexy stomach. Having easy access to her smoothly waxed pussy and ass was very important to Brad. Being able to bend Ally over any item of furniture in the house at will left him breathless with anticipation and constantly turned him on.
She heard his car pull into the driveway and could feel herself instantly getting wet. Her heart was thumping wildly with expectation as she felt him moving closer to her with each second. He knew where she would be and no doubt he would cum prepared for their often frenzied daily reunion. She closed her eyes as she heard him open the sliding screen door to the deck. She could taste his kiss even before she felt his lips gently caress hers before an impatient tongue began to probe her mouth. She smiled as she kissed him back and slowly she opened her eyes to look at him.
He had removed his shirt which was always a visual delight. His muscular chest tapered tantalizingly down to a narrow sexy waist and Ally loved the lines of his sculpted hip bones just above the band of his jeans. She reached out one hand and cupped his obvious arousal in her palm. His cock grew even bigger and harder under her hand and she squeezed him, gripping him with a fair bit of strength. His hands massaged her nipples and his gaze bore down into hers. Sometimes they didn't speak at all. This was one of those times. The sound of his voice often had the power to bring her to orgasm when she was just on the edge and needing release.
With her free hand Ally began running one finger down her stomach to find her throbbing clit. He watched with fascination as she rubbed her clit for him slowly. Then her eyes widened with surprise as she felt something smooth and round press up against her exposed asshole through the net of the hammock. It felt like the head of a large dildo and upon realizing this she closed her eyes to enjoy what he was going to do to her. He had not prepared her ass as he usually did with his fingers and tongue but she trusted him completely and knew he would not hurt her.
Slowly the dildo pushed and rubbed against her tight little hole and she relaxed to accommodate its' extreme size. She continued to rub her clit as he probed her mouth with his tongue and her ass with the toy. She felt as though she was in heaven when the large head of the giant cock finally popped inside her. Bit by bit it slid further into her asshole and Ally almost came from being stretched so far. His tongue now took over where her finger had been on her clit. Her long nails bit into his shoulders as her orgasm started to take a hold of her body. One more forceful pump of the dildo and he felt her spasms under his tongue.
He lapped gently at her clit as she squirmed beneath him in ecstasy. He loved this part as it sent her over the edge and he could make her cum over and over again this way. But suddenly he stopped and pulled the toy out of her ass. She blinked once and then again and he was off back into the house. She wanted more. This was too good to be over with so soon. Sounds of singing were coming from the direction of the bathroom so she knew he was having a shower now. She slid off the hammock and walked as though on clouds towards the happy sounds she could hear.
He had his back to the door so she could see his terrific toned ass cheeks through the glass of the shower. Her desire for him was so overwhelming and she silently opened the shower door and stepped inside. He knew she was there and grinned as her hands snaked around his stomach and slid down towards his raging hard on. She gasped as her hands connected with his stiff meat. His cock was soapy and she gripped him, working her hands up and down on him. Suddenly he turned around and pinned her to the tiled shower wall. His hands groped at her still tingling ass while his mouth crushed hers in a fierce kiss that left her dizzy.
Before she knew what was happening, he had turned her around to face the wall and was forcing his hard cock into her ass. Every thought left her mind as she struggled to breathe through his forceful fucking, each thrust more powerful than the last. This was the second time her ass was getting used in what seemed like mere minutes and she could feel herself cumming again. Her cries were muffled against the sound of his groans and the running water. He didn't cum straight away, preferring instead to continue pounding into her relentlessly. This kind of hard forceful fucking usually made her squirt and he knew it.
He could feel her squirting each time he pulled all the way out of her. The feeling of her warm liquid spilling over his knee between her legs thrilled and excited him all the more. Finally he came inside her, releasing a huge pent up load of cum. But he was not finished with her yet. He turned her to face him and pushed her down on her knees to suck him clean. Her mouth greedily accepted him, swallowing him all the way down her throat in one swift movement. He loved the way she sucked his cock. He never felt as if it was a chore for her but rather as if she looked upon it as a pleasure.
Once she started on his cock she didn't want to stop and he knew she would gladly suck him for the rest of the day. But he had other plans for her so he pulled out of her mouth, helped her back up onto her feet and began washing her body. Ally closed her eyes as his hands slid over every inch of her and especially paying close attention to her ass. She loved how he just couldn't seem to get enough of her ass. They were a perfect match in many ways but their love of ass play united them most significantly. Ally loved to play with her own ass, using all of her toys, one after the other until she could fit the very biggest one inside her.
Both of them loved to watch ass play too as they were extremely visual so they filmed a lot of the action and got off on watching it together afterwards. Any porno material that involved ass play got them both very excited as well. Ally had always fantasized about playing with a willing ass so for her birthday Brad had once organized a woman with the most gorgeous ass to cum over for a couple of hours. Ally had used her tongue and fingers on the woman as well as every toy she could get her hands on. The only condition was that Brad could watch them both which meant that they could share the experience together. This was their standard condition for all play that involved anyone else. Anything was allowed, as long as they did it together.
Their shower over, Brad turned the water off and stepped out first, passing Ally a big fluffy towel. Their cozy king size bed looked inviting as they stepped into the bedroom together. What both of them loved was that nothing was ever predictable between them. She didn't know what he was going to do next and he had no idea what crazy sinful act she would want to try next. They stood facing each other with the wide expanse of bed between them. Brad still had slightly damp hair and droplets of water on his chest. Ally longed to lick each drop off.
Brad got onto the bed first and reached for the scented massage oil. Ally let the towel drop to the floor and took the bottle out of his hand. She unscrewed the cap and began to pour oil onto her generous full breasts. As the oil began to run down her stomach she rubbed her nipples with thumb and forefinger until her tits glistened. The light from the setting sun filtering through the timber blinds added a touch of magic to their surroundings. Brad could not help reaching for his aching hard cock as he watched Ally massaging her tits erotically for him. In the warm glowing light with her dark hair cascading around her face and over her shoulders, she looked sexy as hell and he knew he had to have her again very shortly or he'd die.
Ally was now running her hands over the curves of her hips and down over her own ass. He wished she would turn around so he could see her ass but instead she came over to sit on the bed. She seemed to want to be in control so he just played along obediently. When she gently pushed him face down on the bed and began massaging his shoulders he didn't complain. He began to get really comfortable as her hands sought out the swell of his ass cheeks and she dribbled more oil onto them. The oil felt great sliding down into his smooth, hairless ass crack, so did her hands as they followed suit. Gently her nails scratched over his hot flesh and her fingers dipped in to finger his tight anus. They both had a regular brazilian wax together because it added more sensations during oral activities.
He didn't even tense when he felt her snap the first ankle cuff on him. He was fine when she pulled his legs apart to fasten the other ankle cuff on as well. He was in heaven when her hot tongue started to probe at his asshole. He loved her tongue fucking his ass and grinding her face into him. She did it so well and it felt so good, plus, she really got off on doing it. He could feel her getting excited now. Her breathing quickened and her arms hugged his hips to pull him even closer as she inhaled his manly scent. This really drove her crazy as the smell of him turned her on no end.
Ally pulled back and massaged his ass a bit more. Then he felt her finger slip into his asshole, all the way to her knuckle. She groaned with pleasure as she felt how hot he was inside. She pulled her finger out and smelled it, delighting in the heat from his body and his scent. Then she put the finger inside his hole again and wiggled it very gently, groaning again as she felt his muscles clench tightly around her finger. Before Brad could wonder what she was going to do next, he felt a long smooth thin vibrator pushing into him where her finger had been. It felt like a long finger with a slightly fatter end on it. Slowly she moved it in and out of his asshole and watched in pure fascination as the fat end popped in and out of her sight. She could feel his heat whenever her hand came close to him and she knew her pussy was thoroughly soaked with her juice now.
Brad was enjoying the sensations of the 'finger' moving in and out of him but when she turned the vibrator on he jumped with surprise. It took him a moment to get used to the feeling of the low vibration buzzing inside him. Once he was getting comfortable with that, she turned the vibration up higher. This was the first time Brad had ever taken anything other than a finger up his ass and he could feel the tip of the vibrator massaging his prostate gland inside. It felt great and he was beginning to understand why men did this while masturbating.
When Ally turned the vibe up fully, Brad suddenly felt like he might cum. His whole body tensed up in anticipation for what was about to happen. Ally noticed where he was at and quickly turned the vibe off and pulled it out of him. He sighed with disappointment and his body slumped back on the bed. She smiled knowingly and reached for a larger vibe, shaped just like a real cock...only about seven inches in length and one inch in width. Brad held his breath as he felt the tip of the rubber cock push against his butt hole. He knew she was an expert at ass play so he trusted her completely and relaxed as he felt his asshole swallow up the head.
The wild clenching of his muscles around the rubber cock caused Ally to start shaking with excitement. To watch his reaction up close was amazing as Ally knew first hand what he was feeling. Now she was feeling the sensations from memory as well as seeing what happened at the same time. It was all nearly too much to take in for her. Slowly she eased the cock inside him, watching for any signs that it was hurting him. He seemed quite relaxed and the cock was sliding in effortlessly. Once it was all the way inside, she left it there for him to get used to. To take his mind off the intensity of what was happening Ally reached for a short flogger with short soft suede tails. She ran the flogger over his skin, tickling him with it.
Now she pulled the dildo out of his ass all the way and licked the end of it while he turned his face and watched. She sucked the cock like she did a real one, taking it all the way deep down her throat. Brad wanted to pull his cock but he was pinned down on the bed. After sucking it, she moved it back into place at the entrance to his dark cave. Slowly she pushed it inside again and began slowly fucking his ass with it. He knew he couldn't take this for very long as the sensations were building up in him again and an orgasm was nearing.
Just then she turned the cock onto vibration and pulled it all the way out. He desperately wanted it back inside his ass again and he pushed his butt up towards her eagerly. She loved his reaction and so she inserted the vibrating cock back into his asshole all the way. He groaned out loud as it hit the target but she withdrew it immediately again, leaving him suddenly empty. She enjoyed teasing him in this way, being the one in control. His butt was pushing upwards so she smacked each cheek once then drove the dildo inside him again. She fucked him with it for a while until she felt him nearing orgasm. Then she pulled it out and turned it off.
Brad so desperately wanted to pull his cock and keep the great feelings happening but he was helpless while tied up. Ally sneakily reached for one of her largest dildos, nine inches long and two inches wide. She could normally make herself cum in seconds when she used this one. She was shivering with anticipation, imagining what this big black cock would look like sliding in and out of Brad's asshole. She couldn't wait another second so she coated the cock with lube and started nudging his already relaxed hole. Brad could feel that this cock was bigger than the last but he didn't mind because he wanted release so badly. The head felt huge as it pushed inside him, stretching him wider than he had ever been stretched before. Astonishingly, it didn't hurt at all.
Once Ally had worked the head inside she gently massaged Brad's ass, keeping the cock where it was. She pulled it out and groaned at the sight of his open gaping hole. It began to close up again as she watched with fascination. She worked the head back in again, sliding more of the length inside this time. She left it there as she slapped his ass with her hand a few times. The slight stinging sensations of her slaps, combined with the intensity of the cock stretching, him, was truly wonderful and Brad just wanted more and more. He wanted more slapping and more fucking...just more and MORE. Ally pulled the cock out and bent to lick his gaping asshole with her hot hungry tongue.
Brad bucked and twisted at the sensation of her hot wet tongue on his sensitive exposed asshole. It was an indescribable feeling. He could feel her drooling saliva into his widely stretched hole and then she was fucking him with the gigantic dildo again. Ally was able to get at least half the length of the dildo inside his asshole comfortably and he was taking it happily with no problems at all. She pumped his ass and slapped it, pulling out and tonguing it alternatively, then fucking it some more.
Then Ally released Brad from the ankle restraints and with super strength and speed he shoved her down on her back roughly and made her swallow his thick engorged cock. She took him greedily into her mouth, sucking furiously at his cock and caressing his balls. He swiveled his body so they were in a 69 position with the big dildo still inside his asshole. This way Ally was able to continue fucking his ass with it while she sucked his cock at the same time. The cock in her mouth muffled her scream of surprise when Brad began fucking her ass with the huge toy from earlier while eating her pussy at the same time.
They came together with Brad shooting cum hard into the depths of Ally's throat. She gagged on it and pulled his cock out so the remainder of his creamy thick cum spilled over her face and eyes. Brad turned to look at her, taking in her flushed skin and cum covered face. She was his perfect little cum slut and he kissed her tenderly, tasting his cum on her lips. Together they walked to the shower and by the evil glint in his eyes, Ally knew he was planning his next attack on her and she shivered with anticipation. |
33 | About Her Limits | theneonheart | Anal | 2009-10-03 | 2009-10-03 | 2022-01-08 09:48:12 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/about-her-limits | An anal sex tale. | ['Anal', 'Ass-Licking', 'Couple', 'Love', 'Philosophy', 'Romance', 'Sci-Fi'] | 3.91 | I reach around her soft, supple tummy. We're watching an old sci-fi TV show we got out of the library earlier on this great damn spring day. Now lying on her bedroom futon curled up and half-watching some story about a scientist who thinks he can communicate with another world, perhaps the afterlife, but it will take the power of a whole metropolis.-- But just as they're about to do the experiment, the psychic, who the scientist earlier showed to be a fraud, comes in with the same intention in exposing the scientist. I say we were half-watching because we were also subtly half rubbing up against each other, our minds in our own other world.
I kiss the back of her neck, through her flowing hair. She smells beautiful, like only she can smell. My hand slides. Maybe it's the heat of the night coming through the window like a summer spirit, but she pushes into my hand hard like her loveliest parts are gasping for air and my stiff open palm slides down to the front of her panties.
"Do not attempt to adjust your underwear. We are controlling your friction," I say. My hard cock is pushed up against the inside of my pants, against her 80's-looking bright colored athletic shorts with the white stripes, pulsing on the curvy split of her ass. She is heated beneath the stretchy moist cross- hatched fabric of her some-%-polyester panties and I start to just say hello to her friendly crotch. She cranes her neck back to kiss my lips and we roll together for a while like an undulating sea.
The TV is making it's closing statements, saying about how man tampers in God's domain or something like that, I'm not listening, and she turns to reach for the remote and switches it to her CD player with some fitting music.
Now we are into it. Time to open 'er up, as they say with man's other favorite vehicles.
She and I, whatever else we are, are 'built' for this. You can have a relationship with a girl that lasts a week and remember the sex for the rest of your life. Or have a girl that years later you think "what was I thinking?"and still, ho-ly crap, that was some sweet time. As they say, there's no accounting for taste. And that's essentially what "chemistry"... biology, is... Nature's tastes.
The music is throbbing, giving the room a new kind of light.
She turns back around and looks at me like a sinner and a saint. Then looks down at her chest, the button-up dress shirt she can see down from her vantage point. A look like, "oh, did you want this?"
I look into her eyes and a fire flares up in me. She has my attention.
She begins unbuttoning her shirt, each button being pulled away like a fire spreading down her shirt revealing the silky, purple, ample globes beneath.
I pull down the purple bra and begin licking her exposed puffy nipples. She raises her upper body toward me, my hands go behind her back and her chest is like a wealth of girl, bountiful busom? I believe is the term, like a stack of womanly power, she fills my face. She is reaching around to unclasp the bra while I go for her pants. Then while she reclines on the futon, propped up on the large plush pillows, looking as tempting as a wine that can ask you to drink it..., I move to kneeling, with a good view of her sumptuously waiting, as I pull my t-shirt over my head and undo my belt by the side of the futon. "C'mere." She says. Aw, man.
I am above her and her hand is on the back of my head, touching my hair. I kiss her passionately, sucking on her tongue, her neck, kissing her ear. I nibble at her breasts and wet them with my tongue. Play with them. Push them together and nob the nipples with my sensuous fingers. All the while the friction is still there, wherever our bodies can find it. We put our perty bits together as often as we can but a leg or a knee works just as well for friendly leverage.
The philosopher Nietzsche says people secretly hate the human body and thus life because they can no longer 'create beyond themselves.' He says in his writings, people "must go under". That our self really wants to go under. Personally, I think he is talking about going down on people.
I came to the Lord's table. One calf thrown over either shoulder and my hands up close curved up around her perfect fleshy ass. Pretty much my favorite place to be. I gave her wonderment some warming up, though she was well wet by then. Munching rug is one of my favorite activities (unshaved or shaved is fine by me). I love women and I love to please women, and I've studied. Of course it's an art, and like all great arts there are some elements they say can't be taught. But doing a little reading never hurt anybody. I stuck out my moist tongue and lowered it down to just above her asshole, then licked my way all over her stopping just below her clit. I did this a few times to get us working together. The rubbing the inside of her thighs I started moving my tongue in cicles around the lips near her hole, savoring her pussy juices and loving the feel of her labia in my mouth, then, I slowly send my tongue through her walls into the moist cavern of her pussy. In and out for a while, just like a wet thick visitor for her insides. I squeeze her ass and also play with her tits and keep working, and I can tell she's liking it. So I move up to the top of her pussy and start licking around her clit, just ever so softly at first, and her butt tightens with her knees locked outward and I start to lick up and down the whole slit, up and down, while circling when I get to the top and slowly touching the clit with my moist tongue. She moans and I reach to her arms and place them over her breasts, then cup my hands on hers. My hands also rub up her sides which she likes a lot, the part just above her ass and her ass.
I start sucking on her clit because she's moaning for me. "Put your finger inside me," she says. And quickly I stick my right pointer finger in my mouth and get it wet with my spit and then slide it in her and then I'm back on top of her humming skirt-paraphenalia. She is rocking her hips into my face so I take my other hand and start giving her more stimulation around her clit by pressing her lips and sucking on her rocket socket. She is so wet she is dripping and her smell is like a warning that I must stick my dick in something or I will burst. I keep finger fucking her and I want to stick a finger in her ass, but I can't. She won't let me do that. God, and I've tried. I have to convince her tonight to let me stick it in her ass! With an ass like that the Pope would give us his blessing in front of St. Jude and all the choirs of angels: Yes, Sir! Stick that fucking dick in her ass! She is so beautiful when she's hot and she is bucking her hips in my face and now I'm just basically rubbing my nose in her junk and licking and licking for the life of me like I'm drinking the nectar of the Gods with the thirst of a Titan. There is a hot shot gasp like lightning and then she starts the shuddering thunder, convulsing against me, holding my head in her crotch and writhing. She gives a squeaky moan and I feel like I have done the job and now how about another round after some deliberation talks. She lies back on the bed and I think, this just might work.
"You're wonderful," she coos to me as I curl up next to her. "I owe you one."
"Anytime, sweetheart."
"So, whad'ya wanna do now?"
"I was thinking of trying something new."
She looks curious. "Oh yeah?" Sits up. "Like what?"
"I can't stand your ass."
She looks already put out. "What's wrong with my ass?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"Oh."
I grabbed her tight bubble butt. Cupped it. Showed my love for it, practically got down on one knee. "I need this ass, baby."
She smiled. "If I can't stick my dick in that I think it might fall off."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"It's not... right."
"What's wrong with anal?"
"I can't do it. I've always had a problem with it."
"That's so wrong. That's like Wilt Chamberlain having a problem with basketball."
She laughed. "You are so earnest."
"Damn straight."
"It's... it's like, improper."
"So what? Since when have you cared about what was proper?"
"No, I mean like... I can't explain it."
I struggled not to simply say jokingly, "you're weird."
"Can you explain what you mean?" I asked. I mean, I could think something up that made some sort of sense, but I wanted to hear what she was thinking, it was her ass.
"I guess not. I just think of bad things."
"Well. I love you. And I love all parts of you. And I love your ass very much. I promise I would never let anything bad happen to it. I promise to love it any way you want me to love it."
"Any way?"
"I said so."
"Then I'll think about it."
"How's your ass doing now?" I said, in a friendly way. "Did I hurt its feelings? Can I kiss it and make it better?"
She turns towards me and looks me in the eyes.
"If you really want to."
"I do," I say, feeling a flicker of primal innocence inside me like fear.
She has the sheet over her. I duck under it and place myself in a prime position to face her glorious ass. I peel down those purple panties like unwrapping some strange fruit and roll them down her ivory column legs. For some reason I think of the phrase 'surf's up'. I kiss her right cheek. I kiss her left cheek. I pull them apart and lick the top of her crack. She wriggles in delight. Oh, baby.
I pull the sheet down so it is just over my legs and she is glowing in the dark there above me, in front of me. I motion to turn her onto her stomach and then pull her butt a little upwards so that she arches it into the air and I can get at her holes doggy style.
I'm in heaven. I lick her up and down and center in on that pert little bud of an anus. Lick around it and then spread her cheeks and get her rim nice and wet so I can slide my tongue around it. She's loving it. She's acting different than she has all the other times I've eaten her out, pussy instead of ass. I stick one lubed up finger in there and probe it in and out, feeling her hole. It feels so good inside there. Her pitt is so tight I want to take her right then but I know I have to ease her into it so she will enjoy it as much as I'm going to. I give her two fingers and slowly, as she opens herself for me, give her another, and open her hole wider, moving the fingers around inside her. Stretching the span of her virgin tube. I'm sticking my fourth finger in and biting her round cheek when she says, "oh, put it in... put it in..." and I happily oblige.
I strain to slide just the head in first and her ass gives and then clenches around it like it is tasting it and not sure if it is ready to swallow. I feel the hard rim of her tight ass around the ring of the head of my cock. "Ohhh...." She's moaning, rubbing her wet pussy. I can hear her hand working her whole "monologue-material". "Push it in," she says.
I slide it in deeper and feel the inside of her tract clenching and her body moving now, pushing against me as we move in rhythms. We slowly work it in, and then out, and in again deeper this time and out and she is rubbing her pussy furiously. I squirt a ton of lube onto my cock as it slides out and move it around my thick circumference and then feed it back into the dynamo, giving her a little rub under the hump for good luck, pumping now. She pushes her head into the pillow for a moment, moaning, and then gets up on all fours like she has just done pushups and her ass is stolid against my hammering rod. I push it into her ample ass as her bouncing butt cheeks crack against my thighs. Swap, Swap, Swap. This girl is amazing, I think. I'm gonna ride this chick forever. She leans back then we're both half-kneeling kind of humping together and trying to kiss as we rock. I feel myself push deep into her ass and I feel a surge and then shoot my thick load inside her and she starts wriggling all around me and spreading and unspreading her legs and falls back on top of me and I let her sit on it as we both come together.
We rest for a moment.
"That... was fun," she says, exhausted and just lying on top of me now, her head on my chest.
"I agree," I say.
We smoke a cigarette and then she gets up to go to the bathroom.
"Do me a favor," I say.
"What?" she asks.
"Will you write down a note for me?
I owe St. Jude a booty call." |
34 | Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder | AfroerotiK | Anal | 2011-07-04 | 2011-07-04 | 2022-01-08 09:48:13 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/absence-makes-the-heart-grow-fonder-1 | Long distance relationships can be hard to maintain. | ['Butt', 'Exhibitionist', 'Exibitionism', 'Interracial', 'Interracial Anal'] | 4.22 | Time is measured in seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years. Distance is measured in feet, yards, acres, and miles. But time can feel like it's frozen in place and a few hundred miles can feel like hundreds of light years when you are away from the one you love. There is a delicate equilibrium to maintaining a long-distance love affair. Most people think that the time and the distance away from a lover keep the relationship fresh and exciting. The perception is that if you only see one another every few months, that you are filled with passion and lust for one another; that you don't have to deal with the mundane and the tedium that plague average relationships.
To some extent, there is validity in that theory. You have to squeeze a whole lot of loving and living into a few days when you live far apart from the one you love and sometimes you can't wait to tear each other's clothes off and get into some hot and sweaty love-making. Sure, there is a lot of late night phone sex, and sexting, and all the other forms of intimacy people can share with new technology to hold you over. But people who are in long-distance love affairs know all too well the down sides of having a partner who is not there day in and day out. They know about the lonely nights and empty beds, the subtle fear and insecurity that creeps into your subconscious mind, wondering if your lover is finding comfort in the arms of another. Being separated from your lover is no fun when you need a shoulder to cry on or a simple hug. The rush you get when you see each other is countered by the long, painful goodbyes that feel like your heart is being ripped out.
Once the relationship has survived the obstacles of time and distance, then there is always the dreaded "conversation," the looming question is always hanging out there, just beneath the surface at every reunion, "When is it time to move this to the next level? When is it time for us to move closer together? What will it take for us to make that commitment?" Bill and Suzy Suburbia never have to deal with those issues, never have to factor those things into their stable, familiar day in and day out equation.
Cynthia and Esteban were working out the dynamics of a long-distance relationship in their relationship. When Cynthia moved to Chicago from Philly, the couple didn't have years together to solidify their connection, they had a few months, a rough and rocky start, and a tremendous connection. If their affair was to survive, it was going to have to make it on a wing and a prayer, a commitment to honesty, fidelity, and open communication. It wasn't the ideal arrangement but it was going to have to work for them as long as they were in love with one another and determined to make it work.
Esteban had been feeling the pangs of something unfamiliar, something nagging at his gut. In his heart, he knew that Cynthia was a wonderful woman and perfectly suited for him. They were compatible in so many ways and the sex was great, which means a lot when you are "no spring chicken" shall we say. But his commitment to a relationship where he only got sex every few months had been on his mind. In his heart, he wasn't sure he could handle the temptation much longer nor was he even sure he wanted to. Sex with Cynthia was fantastic when they had it, and they had enough phone and cam sex to relieve some of the pressure but it wasn't the same as flesh to flesh contact. In his heart he KNEW he didn't want to be in a relationship with any another woman, Cynthia WAS the woman for him, but he wasn't as convinced he didn't want to get hot and sweaty between the sheets with someone else. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her but he didn't think he could live indefinitely with the concept of having sex every three months either.
He knew Cynthia was feeling the pains of separation herself. He heard the longing in her voice when they spoke on the phone, the growing insecurity she had that he was ready to move on, and he saw the unconditional love and passion she had for him when they were together just lounging around the hotel room when he went to visit. Neither of them was ready to relocate to be closer to one another again and financially it was still too much of a burden to visit much more often than they did. He held on to his love for her. He struggled to remain faithful and, if he was being honest with himself, he was ready for the relationship to move to the next level. A year of being apart was more than enough time for him to recognize that he didn't want to live without her but circumstances demanded that they did.
Cynthia was struggling with the distance as well. For her, it wasn't so much the temptation of having sex with someone else, it was the lack of intimacy that haunted her. She needed the touch, the bond, the physical presence of her lover there to keep her motivated on her goals; she needed that shoulder to cry on when she was weary. It was her job that caused them to be apart and hardly a night went by where she didn't want to pack it all up and run back to him. She made a point of bringing up their fidelity frequently enough to let him know that she was aware of his physical needs and she just wanted to stay informed but she didn't bring it up so much as to lead the horse to the water so to speak. Cynthia wasn't sure if their relationship could endure being open but she needed to know that she was going to be kept up to date and in the loop BEFORE the dynamics of their relationship changed.
With a significant tax refund check in hand, Esteban decided that the best thing to do in order for the couple to recharge their batteries and decide what the next step should be would be to take a much needed vacation for the two of them. Initially, he was planning on going to New Orleans but there, in the travel agent's office, he decided he wanted to take her to his hometown, a secluded village in Puerto Rico called Aguadilla. He knew there that they could be undisturbed and uninhibited. Aguadilla was exotic and exciting yet comfortable and familiar and someplace they could both just relax and unwind. An extended four day weekend would be just what they needed to and talk about their future and decide what was to lay ahead for them.
They had connecting flights in Miami and they met in the airport lounge. Cynthia's face lit up when she saw him and erupted in that smile that was reserved only for her man. Esteban was filled with that feeling of intense lust and emotional connection every time he was in the presence of his lady love. Thanks to a very romantic ticket agent who could tell the two were in love, they were upgraded to first class. True to her adventurous spirit, Cynthia was intent on igniting passions even before they left the runway. As they slid into the seats she leaned over to Esteban and whispered, "Honey, I'm so absent minded. I think I forgot to put on my panties." She winked and slid her tongue in his ear seductively.
Esteban tried to remain as calm as possible but he was visibly moved by her naughty revelation. He glanced down at her smooth, brown legs and ran his eyes up to the bottom of her floral-print silk dress. Cynthia, feeling particularly bold and empowered, shifted in her seat and spread her legs ever so slightly. She raised the hem of her skirt a little more to expose more of her sexy thighs as Esteban glanced around to get an idea of who was around and get his bearings. No one was directly across from them, thank goodness. Esteban was going to enjoy the ride, literally and figuratively, and with any luck, it would be an extremely bumpy one.
Cynthia leaned closer again; this time whispering in his ear of how wet her pussy was, of how she couldn't wait to have his hard cock pounding in and out of her hot, tight cunt. Esteban was feeling light headed and they hadn't even begun to taxi on the runway. If she wanted to play, he was going to make her pay. He leaned in closer and slid his hands up the silky smooth skin of her inner thighs. Cynthia held his gaze firmly as she spread her legs just a bit more. As his fingers explored her legs, as he began caressing her sleek folds; electricity shot through his body as his fingers felt the slippery juices of her wetness.
"Okay, enough of that sweetie, let's wait until we land," she said. Cynthia was being playfully coy and flirtatious but Esteban had other plans in mind. He gently pushed her legs apart more and began softly circling her clit with his index finger. Cynthia hadn't planned on things getting so public so soon, her plans were to pace themselves, and let the tension build. Esteban had other plans in mind.
In a smooth, confident tone, he whispered, "Spread your legs for me."
Cynthia felt powerless to do anything but comply. She began nervously looking around, to see who could see their goings on. She tried to push his hand away but the way he was touching her was causing her mind to be clouded. Her pussy lips felt so good and the wetter she became the more her inhibitions were washed away. She regretted her rather flimsy, ill-thought out plan almost immediately, being willing to concede that Esteban was far more of an exhibitionist than she had ever been.
The male flight attendant was making his way down the aisle and Esteban's fingers got more adventurous. He pushed Cynthia's legs open wider and searched for her sweet spot. Cynthia, practically panicked at the thought of being discovered, was doing her best to dissuade Esteban's antics as quietly as possible. She began making negotiations, bargaining, whispering whatever she could to get him to stop what she was sure was going to cause a very public and embarrassing scene.
Esteban would not be denied. He spread the lips of her sweet pussy and began his digital assault on her aroused clit. Cynthia squirmed and waged a battle in her own mind about her conflicting emotions. On one hand, she loved how her man was making her feel, on the other, she was too conservative and shy, too scared to be discovered. Her body was winning the war as her pussy was leaking and her juices were actually running down her ass. Esteban stepped up the pace and inserted a finger in her pussy and Cynthia actually had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out load. He leaned in close, brushed his soft, sexy lips against the nape of her neck and whispered, "Don't fight it, cum for me."
Cynthia closed her eyes. She was about to take a trip, literally and figuratively to a place she had never been before. The flight attendant was only one seat away when he turned to Esteban and Cynthia. He froze momentarily. Esteban, not at all afraid to openly display their sexuality, gave him a knowing look that said, "Don't say a word, just acknowledge and enjoy," and the gentleman did a quick double take and calmly asked if there was anything he could do to make their trip more enjoyable. Esteban shoved another finger in Cynthia at that very moment and she was helpless to do anything but surrender to the exquisite sensations he was giving her body. Esteban never took his eyes off the flight attendant as he continued to finger fuck Cynthia's hot pussy.
Beneath the rumpled folds of her dress, he was thrusting his hand between her legs. Cynthia wanted to keep her eyes shut but she couldn't. She was compelled to keep them open, to look directly at the very attractive man who was staring down at her, to let him know that what Esteban was doing felt incredible and she didn't want it to stop. She was outside of her comfort zone and feeling vulnerable but she relented to the waves of pleasure that overtook her. She was incredibly turned on and she trusted her man enough to let him have his moment of very public arousal.
Esteban was truly beside himself as he held the strange man's attention, captivated and frozen with his actions. The woman seated beside him was fighting an orgasm in a very public place and the man standing inches from him in the aisle of the plane was obviously very aroused by the scene before him. The flight attendant's breathing was becoming labored as he held his eyes fixed to the spot between Cynthia's legs. It was all Cynthia could do not to scream right then and there. She was grinding on Esteban's fingers, trying to get them deeper, trying to get them to hit her magic spot, trying to be quiet. Esteban grabbed Cynthia's hand and placed it on his dick, which could was clearly outlined through his pants. She started stroking it, hypnotized by the sensations she was feeling, her body aching for release. She could feel the warming sensations traveling her body. He could feel her muscles tense up as she was climbing towards her peak.
The flight attendant was in a daze, glancing around to see if anyone was aware of what was going on, and cautious of what the repercussions might be for himself if any of his colleagues discovered his complicity in the obscene behavior, and completely turned on as a man. Cynthia could hear herself whispering, "Oh no . . . Oh my God," over and over again, but she wasn't in any sort of position or rush to stop, she was feeling too much pleasure.
Without notice, Esteban stopped; he pulled his fingers out of her pussy abruptly and left both Cynthia and the flight attendant gasping for air. The entire scene probably only lasted a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity; like there had been a glitch in the time and space continuum that made seconds seem like hours. He began casually chatting with the flight attendant about the options for lunch as Cynthia was trying to regain control. He held his fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply; even taking the opportunity to lick away some of the sweet juices there as he repositioned his dick and went about his business like nothing had happened. Cynthia was still aroused and tingling with sensations. She pushed her seat back and gave herself over to the feeling that it was going to be a memorable trip.
The isle of Puerto Rico was home for Esteban and he gave his beloved a tour that included not only the amenities the island had to offer but also included the places most significant to his childhood. He showed her the very spot he lost his virginity, the high school he attended, and the house he was raised. The hotel they were staying at was charming and secluded and everything one could ask for in an exotic paradise getaway. The beaches looked like blankets of soft sand made by God for lounging and relaxing even with their ominous- sounding names like Crash Boat and Gas Chambers. The crystal clear blue water didn't even look real, the azure color was that of a captivating and mesmerizing semi-precious gem and the temperature invited all those who dared to dip their toes in its foaming surf to bathe in its gentle waves.
Before long, Esteban and Cynthia were settled into their suite, comfortable, and they had shed the stress and tension of their daily lives and were luxuriating in their tropical love nest. The food couldn't be fresher, caught from the sea and prepared daily, the sweet and spicy flavors of the Caribbean mixing perfectly to please even the pickiest of palettes. The sounds of salsa music and drums filled the air, providing the perfect backdrop to keep the blood pumping and the tension of eroticism ever-present. Even without asking, fruity alcoholic beverages in fresh coconut shells with little umbrellas appeared like magic from young, bronzed, shirtless hunks of masculinity and machismo named Juan or Miguel.
For the couple, this vacation was an opportunity to experiment, to explore, and to take the next step, wherever that led. Esteban knew that this trip was setting the stage for the next phase in their relationship. Esteban' biggest present was to come, when he revealed to his long-term, long distance lover his plans for the future. Cynthia was considering her own options. She was loving every second of this impromptu getaway and she wanted to commemorate it in a very special way. They had often talked about the idea of anal sex but they had never tried it with one another. After her third mango colada, the throbbing intensity of her pussy and her hormones were convincing her that not only would it be a good idea, but that she was actually anxious to get down to business. She was the perfect level of tipsy, enough to feel no pain, and to experience that uninhibited freedom that liquor affords but not so out of it that she wasn't responsible or would get sick and forget and regret everything in the morning.
Nestled safely in the confines of their ocean-view suite, Cynthia smiled, feeling that familiar tingle in her bottom, inspired by the thought that they were going to completely lose themselves in a new sexual frontier. She slid her sexy body next to his, kissed him deeply, and whispered that she was going to go to the bathroom for a few to freshen up.
Cynthia returned minutes later to a darkened room, the light of the full moon from the open balcony doors the only illumination. Esteban was reclining on the bed, stroking himself in anticipation of making love to his brown beauty. Still sufficiently tipsy, Cynthia climbed on the bed and snuggled her naked papaya and cocoa butter scented body next to him, using her body to create some sexual tension and friction. She grabbed her container of shea butter and positioned herself on her stomach, and wordlessly instructed her lover that she wanted a massage. He complied happily, warming the oil between his palms before kneading her flesh with gentle, loving strokes.
Cynthia decided to keep her secret a while longer but she wanted to tempt and tease Esteban. Every time he would get closer to her buttcheeks, she would moan and wiggle around, letting him know that he was doing the right thing. Esteban was not immune to her reactions and he began caressing and kneading her backside with more sensual attention. Glancing over her shoulder, she said, "Why don't you finger me . . . back there," and nervously buried her face in the pillow. Esteban caught on immediately and started working more of the slippery oil between his fingers to get her ready.
Wanting to go very slow, not for a second wanting to cause Cynthia a fraction of a second of pain, he ran his finger up the inside of her thighs, teasing the bottom of her ass, and traced her spine up and down. Cynthia was beside herself and moaning and making all sorts of noises. Inspired by her liquid courage, she grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled them apart, winking her asshole at him. "Do it honey," she purred, "do it."
Esteban almost lost it then and there. He turned the intensity of his massage up a bit and placed his finger at the entrance to her backdoor. Cynthia had never felt anything so sinfully delicious in her life. She arched her back and slid her fingers between her legs to her clit, rubbing the engorged button sensually, making her level of arousal increase that much more so. Esteban, taking matters into his own hands so to speak, slid his other hand between her swollen pussy lips and felt the slippery moisture that had collected there. By this time, Cynthia was humping the bed and thrusting her ass back at her lover.
"Are you sure you want this?" Esteban wanted to be sure that what he thought was going to happen was really what Cynthia wanted and needed.
She seductively looked back at him and said, "Oh yes, honey, I want you to really fuck my ass good tonight."
Esteban almost fainted. He was sure that was the sexiest thing he had ever heard anyone say in his entire life. Taking his time, he began his seduction of her backdoor. He was slow and intentional. By the time he had worked his finger in her, Cynthia was oblivious to anything but pleasure. "MORE," she panted desperately. He was all the way to the third knuckle when she was saying how delicious it felt, how should couldn't believe they had waited so long for this, that she was loving every second. Her pleas became commands, "MORE," she demanded.
"Babe, I already have two fingers in you all the way. Are you ready for the real thing?"
Cynthia, quite sure that she could take his dick in her butt, stimulated by the nerve endings in her ass, the sensation of lust, her intoxication, her hard nipples, throbbing clit, dripping pussy and the love she felt for her man, she got up and sensually walked to the open balcony door. There, in the cool night air, she crawled, naked, onto the chaise lounge and got on her knees and presented her ass like a gift to her man, the ocean a panoramic backdrop to her brazen sexuality.
Esteban got behind her and stared in awe, the salty sea air and Atlantic heat fueling his passions. He spread the lips of her gorgeous pussy and dove in, tongue first, drinking her juices and spreading them around, getting her prepared. He rubbed a liberal amount of lubricant on the head of his cock and took aim. Cynthia controlled the pace and told him when to push and when to hold still by using the commands more and wait. By the time he had managed to work the entire length of his shaft in her taboo place, Cynthia was sweating and shaking. Perspiration covered her entire body and shone in the reflection of the moon. "MORE," she grunted.
"Babe, I can't, it's all the way in," Esteban responded. In a state of disbelief, Cynthia reached back and felt the connection of their two bodies. Other than a brief second or two of discomfort, nothing even close to pain, she realized that she was getting ready to get fucked in the ass. Just the thought of that in her head made her want to explode, it was so forbidden and sexy and hot. "Esteban, baby, do it, fuck me. Fuck me in my ass. Do it, honey. Fuck my asshole."
A lesser man would have lost it and pounded away with reckless abandon. Thank goodness Esteban was always the man in control. He heard her ardent plea but knew he had to go slow. Slow and steady wins the race and he built up a slow, sexy pace, met with the Cynthia's thrusts. The sensation for Esteban was overwhelming: it was tighter, hotter, and more intense than he had ever imagined. Every nerve in Cynthia's body felt electrified, she was being pleasured by this new, erotic sensation, the intimacy and the closeness was out of this world. In so many ways, this was more than just something she was doing for her man; it was something she was enjoying as a woman who was taking control of her own passions.
That revelation was enough to push her over the edge. She pushed her fingers in her pussy and could feel the engorged ridge of Esteban' cockhead through the thin wall that separated her pussy and ass as he thrust harder and harder in her back door. Her juices coated her fingers. She rubbed her clit in time with his pounding. Their breathing was in sync and anyone who was walking the beach could have looked up and seen them there, heard their cries of passion. Cynthia felt the tremors of her orgasm approaching. She knew without a doubt in her mind that she wanted to make Esteban cum with her ass before she exploded and couldn't take any more stimulation; she wanted to make her man lose control and experience indescribable pleasure in this newfound way. "Esteban," she panted, "Oh, baby, come on, I want you to cum for me. Fuck me. FUCK ME. Shoot your cum in my ass. Deep baby. Dick me. I need it. Fuck my tight asshole."
Esteban didn't need to be told twice. He was already on the verge. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to feel the pleasure her tight orifice gave him. Within minutes, he knew he had reached the point of no return. He grabbed her hips and withdrew his cock almost to the head and thrust it deeply in again and again. The sound of Cynthia's moans, the grip her muscles had on him, the exhibitionism, the location, everything served to drive him over the edge and he erupted like a volcano, collapsing to his knees momentarily and then crumbling like a spent and exhausted athlete who had crossed the finish line first.
Breathlessly, Esteban whispered in her ear, "Baby, marry me." He hadn't planned on saying it then, there, like that, but the moment was right. Cynthia's eyes filled with tears and she laughed simultaneously. Even in their post coital bliss, she knew that marriage, the act itself, wasn't in the cards for them, it was just his way of saying that he was as committed to her as he would ever be, that he couldn't love her any more than he did. She didn't want to move; she didn't want to spoil the moment. Esteban knew in that instant that the flight home would be spent discussing the future more than sexy displays of exhibitionism. He didn't know what the future held for either of them; all he knew was that he wanted it to include some manifestation of the two of them and the special love that they shared. The last three days on their island vacation, they fucked, made love, screwed, and fucked some more. There was to be no more anal sex on that particular trip, Cynthia was a bit tender and needed some time to recuperate, but she had gotten the greatest gift of all in knowing that her soul mate and long distance lover envisioned a future, together, with her. |
35 | Absinthe and Analingus | alapen | Anal | 2012-09-28 | 2012-09-28 | 2022-01-08 09:48:14 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/absinthe-and-analingus | Drinking absinthe turnes into a night of anal firsts. | ['Anal Dildo', 'Anal Masturbation', 'Anal Orgasm', 'Analingus', 'Dildo', 'Rimming'] | 4.09 | We laughingly started analingus night with an absinthe drink. It seemed to relax me and make me horny as well. My girlfriend was so beautiful and seductive. As we drank and joked, I could feel myself getting semi-hard in my shorts.
I suggested we go up to the bedroom. We each striped and separately went to the bathroom to shower and took enemas until we were clean. I got out a Liberator wedge for the bed. I wanted to go down on her and her scrumptious ass first. But she ordered me, "Get on the wedge so I can play with you." I laid on my back and propped my butt up on the wedge for her.
She started by going down on me. She loved making me hard and it was so good to see the fullness of my cock in her mouth. She coated my cock in her saliva and precum. I always enjoyed seeing my wet veiny cock getting serviced by her. She then traced her tongue down my perineum to my sensitive ring. I could feel my hole twitch as she first traced it in rimming. I moaned and enjoyed the sensation. She then started lapping with her flat tongue on my sphincter. It was very relaxing and I could feel my hole opening up for her ministrations. Just as I was comfortable, she penetrated it and started fucking me with her tongue. I could feel my face flush. I think it was embarrassment at how good it felt and how taboo and wrong it was to enjoy it. Her tongue didn't hear my thought. She continued to pump my little hole with her stiff tongue. Then she suddenly stopped to get some lube.
She approached my raised ass and squeezed out some lube into the crack between my cheeks. "I'm getting you ready," she said as she pushed the lube into my anus. She slowly put one finger in while she continued to trace her tongue around the muscle ring. As she thrust it in and out, I moaned longing to feel the fullness of her finger reenter my ass. Each time she applied more lube into me. I wondered why was she applying so much lube and why it was this feeling so good.
She took my cockhead back into her warm, wet mouth. She swirled her tongue around the hood, licking into the pee-slit and then began sliding her mouth up and down the shaft of my cock. Her fingering and sucking began to pick up and my moans of pleasure started to come from deep inside my chest.
Damn! I was really getting heated up! I started swaying into the rhythm of her sucking and thrusting, feeling my hot load building in my balls. My cock began to twitch in her mouth and my balls started to suck-up when suddenly she let my cock slip out of her mouth. Ugh! I wanted more.
She then began to pump two fingers into me in time with her jacking my cock. My gawd! I was losing myself with the sensations she was giving me. I could hardly believe what was happening!! This was more than I had ever imagined! It felt so fucking goooood!!! My ass felt so tender and awake! My ass was so responsive to her! My cock was aching with the build up! I could feel that I was getting ready to unload. My cock started to swell even bigger with the heat of our passion! This was it! My back started to tense as the cum boiled in my sack...and she stopped! She slowly pulled her hand away from ass, a sucking sound coming from my hole as her fingers slid out. She released my cock and began to stand up.
She proceeded to lube up a curved metal undulated dildo of modest width. It had four bloops increasing in size to about 1" at the widest and a 1/2" wide stem between each bloop. It has a soft S-shape to give it a nice curve to reach the g-spot or p-spot.
She started slowly and intently watched as the dildo entered and exited my ass. I love giving anal sex and I'm always fascinated how the sphincter grips my cock as it retreats. It looks like the ass is begging it not to leave. I never understood how vulnerable and submissive being penetrated was. I felt like I was melting into a puddle as she controlled me with this toy. I don't even think she realized how much power she had at that point.
My asshole twitched involuntarily as each bloop entered and exited my ass. Waves of euphoria welled up in me as my guttural moans continued. I could smell her sweet pussy dripping. The smell of her pussy and my precum in the air was intoxicating. I wished there were a girl's face she could mount while she fucked my little hole with her tool. I would have loved to see a girl make her cum. She said out of the blue, 'I wish there were another girl her to go down on you while I do this.' Me? Mmmmm. She is so giving. Why does this feel so good?
At last my hole was filled with her tool. I played with my nipples as she completely owned me. Every once in a while she would bring her mouth to my cock to give it a swirl. She knew exactly how to keep me on that edge with my balls sucked in tight and ready to explode. She would speed up, slow down, stop, or resume watching her tool thrusting and stroking my cock with her hand. I couldn't help moaning like a dog in heat. I felt totally open to her and so weak and vulnerable.
She said, "You like it, don't you? Yes, of course you do. Cum if you want. If you want to cum while I'm fucking you, do it. Just enjoy it. You'll see how good it is." I almost immediately sensed the orgasm build up from my prostate to flow outwards across my entire body. I was red with embarrassment at how good it felt. Fuck, this was going to be messy!
My asshole spasmed involuntarily on her thrusting tool. I could not and did not want her to stop. I wanted her to keep pounding me deeper. I just wanted to give her so much of my cum.
I did not say anything to warn her apart from the long deep orgasmic moan. My head threw back and my back arched as the first spurt of cum hit my mouth. Then long, thick, warm, white ropes of cum streams striped my chest. . My whole body shook as the orgasm continued to rock me. It seemed like her tool was milking every last drop in an explosive manner.
When I opened my eyes, there was my cum everywhere! It appeared as though it was the mess of at least two men. I closed my eyes in orgasm as she slowly slid her tool out of my ass as the last of the twitches ebbed away. My body tingled in the warm afterglow and I tasted the cum on my mouth hoping she did not see me.
My balls were much lighter and were tight in my sack. My ass hole felt so good after the fucking and I knew that I would recover very soon to go again as the scent of all our bodily fluids filled the room.
She ran to get a washcloth. She came back and enveloped my softening cock in the warm washcloth. It felt so comforting. She then wiped up all the cum and commented that I must not have cum in a while. I told her I whacked off that morning but she made me spew at least twice my normal volume. I saw the proud gleam in her eye. And I was eager to service her. |
36 | Absolutely True Story | WD | Anal | 2002-06-28 | 2002-06-28 | 2022-01-08 09:48:15 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/absolutely-true-story | She spanks her husband & fingers his ass. | ['Ass', 'Ass Love', 'Bad Boy', 'Bare Bottom', 'Finger', 'Good Boy', 'Love', 'Show Ass', 'Time'] | 4.09 | Yesterday I got careless with a plate, leaving it on top of my books after lunch while I worked at my desk. Of course it slipped off and fell to the floor in what seemed like slow motion while I helplessly cursed, knowing it would shatter on the hardwood floor. I was mad at myself because it was a nice salmon-colored sandwich plate, one of a set of four that I've had for years.
So, I threw the broken pieces into the kitchen waste basket and wondered if my wife would notice, and what she'd say if she did.
When I came home from a bike ride, a much deserved break from work, she was home. I was pretty sweaty so I just kissed her and headed for the shower. Since we missed a day making love, I decided to be ready in case I "got lucky." That means getting out my disposable enema, which I wash and reuse several time, and washing myself inside before I scrubbed up in the hot shower.
Once out of the shower I stepped to the bedroom to finish toweling off. Suddenly my wife appeared at the door. "What happened to the plate?"
She had a mock stern tone to her voice, which raised my hopes as to where this might go. "It fell. I had it on my books and it slipped and broke."
"Hmm," she said, impatiently. "You shouldn't have done that. That was careless. You were a really bad boy."
Yes! The game was on. Usually she's on the receiving end, being "punished" for some small mistake. She broke a small delicate vase, a wedding gift once, and paid the price. She says that I'm always looking for some pretext to spank her. Well, I am, but only on a very few occasions have I given her more than a couple halfhearted slaps on the bottom before proceeding to pleasure her. And though she gets really nervous, shouting out before my hand comes down, it always sets her up for the best of times.
But half the reason I do it is because I want her to turn the tables on me. And now it was happening. "You need to be punished. Put that towel down and bend over the bed." I did as I was told. "I hope this teaches you." And with that she slapped my bare bottom hard with her open hand. It was just hard enough to hurt. Three in quick succession--slap, slap, slap. My cock, which had started to rise as soon as all this began, was already hard as a rock.
"Are you going to be a good boy? Are you going to do as you're told?"
I didn't want it to stop so soon. "No!" I replied. "I'll do whatever I want!"
So she slapped my ass several times more, saying "bad boy!" with each blow. I loved it. I WAS that bad boy, being spanked on his bare bottom for his transgressions. A few more spanks though, and I was whimpering a little bit. For show, really, because it was fun, but that was about enough.
"Are you going to behave yourself?"
"Yes," I said, mock-sniffling.
"All right then. Let that be a lesson. I think you want to be a good boy." She knelt to the floor behind me. "Your ass is all red. Poor baby. Does it hurt?"
"Yes."
"Then let me kiss it and make it all better." And with that she planted a soft, loving kiss right on my anus, which puckered back at her.
I love that moment just before my wife is going to love me as I so yearn to be loved. I know what's going to happen, because she knows what pleases me. I can see it all coming, and that thrills me more than I can say. My butt tingles in anticipation.
"Come on up on the bed," she said. "Show me your butt." I do exactly that. "Do you like presenting yourself? Do you like showing me your ass?"
"Yes, baby, yes. I love to show you my ass. I love it."
She started to lick my asshole with a passion bordering on fury. I moaned as she started that glorious process of opening me up. I love every part of it-- how she spreads my asscheeks so the skin between is so pleasurably tight and I become even more aware of the orifice that is her primary target. She did just that, coming in close to kiss me and swirl her tongue around my anus, pausing to plant kisses and bites all over my buttocks ("Yes baby! Yes! Ohhhhhh!") and make my testicles wag with the flickering of her tongue.
This went on a little while, then she turned me over and sucked on my cock a while. She's the only woman who's ever deep throated me. Not that she takes it so deep every time, or for very long. But she really likes sucking my cock.
Once I was really worked up in the front, she had me turn back to the first position--ass in the air. She gave each side a slap.
"Is your ass mine?"
"Yes, my ass is yours, love."
"Is your anus mine? Is it? Is your asshole mine?"
I groaned in joy and desire. "Yes, my asshole is yours, baby. All yours." I loved this line of questioning--it really excited me--but it delayed the next step. I loved how she was tickling my anus with one hand and pulling on my balls with the other. But I wanted more. So I sped things up a little by going through the litany. "My ass, my anus, my penis, my balls, they're yours, baby, all yours. Please fuck me. Please fuck me!"
So she stepped off the bed and opened the top drawer of my dresser, the one that contains the essentials. Condoms, four kinds of lubricant, an ass plug, and a two-ended silicone dildo. She's only used the plug on me once--I begged --and refuses to deal with the dildo. She's pretty experimental but this is a hang-up with her. Fingers are fine but no toys. I'm not pushing it. I just mention once in a while how much I'd love if if she'd go further with me. And I leave the tools where she'll get accustomed to seeing them.
I wasn't not that lucky this time. But she did apply a generous amount of KY to my butthole, and gently slide a finger in. As always, I was beside myself. Every time it's like losing my virginity all over again. It's so raw, so new. I'm so grateful and happy in this moment out of time, totally at one with life and my body and the woman I love. "Yes, baby, yes!" What else could I exclaim?
"Do you like it?"
"You know it baby," I replied. She responded by sliding the finger deeper, and then back, almost out, which made me despair just for a moment before she plunged it back again. This whole time I masturbated myself with my favorite back-and-forth-in-the-palm motion. All I was aware of was being a conduit for this pleasure, for this feeling of being taken, this sensation of oneness with my lover.
"Oh, baby, you're so open. Your anus is so open, I can see EVERYTHING!"
"Do you like it?"
"Yes! I love your ass." Her fingers started to twist, opening the orifice even more. "I love fucking you up the ass." She slid the finger out, but only for a moment, so she could introduce a second by wrapping it around the first in kind of a corkscrew shape. It feels so big every time that I don't care that she won't use a dildo on me. I can fantasize about that. Her fingers open me so much that I just lose control. I felt myself trying not to come, but then I realized that I had that option, unless she really wanted me to come inside her. But that would involve undressing her. Just shorts and a top, but that would take long enough that I'd lose the edge.
"Baby, should I come?" I asked. "What do you want me to do?"
"Yes! Come! Come baby come!" She fucked me harder with those lovely fingers and I gave in. I concentrated not so much on the physical sensation, which was good enough in itself. No, the real mind-blower was just the idea--the reality, that yes, this was actually happening. My adolescent fantasy come true. A woman loves me and loves my ass. I was on a bed naked with my ass in the air, my cock swollen and throbbing in my hand, while this foxy young lady who happens to be my wife plundered my anus with her beautiful fingers. Thank you God! Yes yes yes yes yes.
When it hit I almost blanked out. She knows to pull her fingers out when the first ejaculation comes. Sometimes I turn over to catch the come in my hands, or let it shoot up my stomach toward my face. This time I thought, no, fuck it, the hell with the sheets, I want to come just as I am. I fairly screamed with each pulse, each glorious pumping sensation of thick semen shooting out of my depths, all over my hands and onto the bed.
The cleaning up afterward, and the hugs and kisses, and laughter, and loving talk, were all memorable. But what I'm dwelling on right now is that joyous moment just before she penetrated me, and the other, just before coming, when I knew the orgasm approached, and that I wanted it to, but still wanted this pleasure, this completeness of being fucked to last forever. The memory will steady me and fulfill me . . . well, at least until the next time she decides to show me that my ass is hers. |
37 | Academic Advising | Viali7 | Anal | 2020-09-09 | 2020-09-09 | 2022-01-08 09:48:16 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/academic-advising | A student visits her academic advisor; anal adventures ensue. | ['Anal', 'Anal Sex', 'College', 'Desk', 'Dubcon', 'Fingering', 'First Time', 'Hetero', 'Student', 'University'] | 4.23 | "Hands on the desk," he told the blushing student, caressing her firm ass through her neon-pink panties. "You'll do what I say or you'll have an 8am lecture every day of the week, you understand? Your academic progress has been completely unacceptable and this is the only way to stay on track."
She'd walked in that afternoon carefree and innocent, just another sophomore coming back from summer vacation. She hadn't thought it was such a big deal, failing two of her classes last spring. Her blue eyes had widened as her advisor told her she was in danger of losing her scholarships, forced to move back home in humiliation. And Walter had known then that she was in the palm of his hand.
It had only taken a few minutes to convince Ashley that he could help her, could make all her problems go away, if only she'd be a good girl for him. She'd nodded uncomprehendingly. "Of course, Mr. Warren, I just want to keep attending this school. My parents would kill me if I flunked out. What can I do?"
What indeed. For starters, she could peel off her skinny jeans and let him have a good look at her long legs. She'd stammered out an excuse, pretended to be embarrassed, but with the merest words of encouragement-- "Do you want me to take care of you, or not?"--her pants were around her ankles. Ashley had bit her lip, staring at the floor, but clearly aroused by the forced exhibitionism. If she were truly uncomfortable with this arrangement, she would have run screaming to the dean's office by now. That's what Walter told himself as his lecherous gaze moved over her slim body.
And now he had her bent over his desk. A simple prompt was all it had required. If he didn't know better, he'd suspect that this particular student had been dreaming about being stuck in this position for a very long time... that, or she was just especially pliant. Hmm. How many college girls fantasized about their academic advisors?
"Ashley, my dear," he crooned over her shoulder, bucking his hips forward to rub his clothed erection against her underwear, "that's a good girl, assuming such a nice position for me. Now, why do you think I want you like this?"
"Uh, I don't know, Mr. Warren--"
"Sir. Call me Sir." The university didn't require students to be so formal, but he wanted to hear the word coming from her lips.
She swallowed, shivering a little at his command. Did she like being so obedient? "Yes, Sir. Um--you have me over your desk because--you want to fuck me?"
The term sounded especially vulgar when a woman so much younger than Walter was saying it to him. "Yes, sweetheart, that's right," he praised. "Of course I do. You've got such a plush ass." He dug his trimmed fingernails into it as he spoke, eliciting a whimper from the girl beneath him.
"I've got a tight little pussy too, Sir," she said, growing bolder by the minute. "All the guys say so."
"Really? How many young men have buried themselves in that slutty pussy, hmm?"
"I--I don't know... I don't keep track... Ten?" she offered helpfully.
"Hmm." His hand came down on her right ass cheek, hard enough to sting but not hard enough to bruise. "I like my holes a little...fresher. How about we change tack." Suddenly he was tugging at the waistband of her panties, pulling them down around her ankles. Her shirt was long enough to cover the top of her ass crack; he pulled it up and over her head, letting the fabric cover her face.
She struggled to turn around, but he planted a firm hand on her upper back, holding her in place. "Shhh. There's a good girl. How many boys have had your ass?"
"Mmph--" She worked her shirt out of the way enough to speak freely. "Nobody! No one! Sir--"
Her pleas were cut short as the older man reached around to stuff her panties in her mouth. "Good. That's very good. I think we're going to be able to make this a satisfactory meeting for us both." His fingers were tracing down her back, across her plump buttocks, between her soft thighs. One hand disappeared from a moment and returned wet and slick; Walter kept a pump-top bottle of lube hidden behind a file organizer on his desk. Sometimes while his colleagues left the office for lunch, he squirted a few drops into his hand and jerked himself off with the door locked and the blinds shut.
Ashley moaned as a single finger entered her virgin asshole, wriggling around in an effort to loosen her up and feel out the terrain. She could have stood up, run away, but the thought never crossed her mind. She was attracted to her advisor, she admitted it, although she hadn't expected to end up naked on his desk, let alone placed in such an unforeseen predicament. Why didn't he want her pussy? How depraved, taking her anal virginity without even properly asking for the honor of her first time. Her hips wiggled slightly at the thought. It was strangely arousing.
Walter continued pushing one digit in and out of the student's tight anus, watching it disappear over and over again, until her moans quieted. Time for another. He had thick fingers, good for stretching reluctant holes, good for wrapping around his own cock in moments alone. Good for thrusting in and out of wet cunts, too, but today that wasn't his mission. Ashley began to whimper again at the new intrusion, her hole fluttering around the unfamiliar invaders, and when even these noises subsided, a third finger entered, making her back arch as she let out a muffled wail.
"There, there," he soothed. "Almost ready..." Withdrawing his fingers, he stroked her back with one hand while searching for a condom in his desk drawer with the other. Once located, the packet was ripped open with both hands, followed by his too-tight dress pants, and the rubber was swiftly rolled down his flushed cock, eager for action.
"Now, here's a treat for you, my pet," Walter announced, pressing his engorged cockhead against the girl's tight ring, enjoying the sight of the puckered pink entrance tensing and relaxing around his tip. She was obviously doing her best to accommodate his wishes, her hands still on the desk, her mouth still stuffed with musky fabric. He'd been easy on her so far. It was time to make her regret making this appointment--just a little.
With one determined thrust, he sank his prick into her tight heat, his balls coming to rest against her cleft cheeks. His cock wasn't particularly long, but it was decently thick, with a pronounced mushroom head; she could certainly feel it inside her ass. Right on cue, Ashley let out a helpless noise that was halfway between a moan and a sob, more expressive than words could ever be. His dick jumped at the sound, twitching against her insides. He rested a moment before pulling out and sinking back in again, setting a moderate pace which he kept up for the next few minutes.
Ashley was shaking beneath him, head spinning at the sensation of being so utterly degraded: gagged and somewhat ineffectually blindfolded by her own clothing; fucked in the ass by her advisor in his own office. Surely he'd locked the door? She hoped she wasn't being too loud. If someone came in and saw her like this...
...she'd never come back to school again, regardless of grades or scholarships. It would be too humiliating.
Walter picked up the speed of his thrusts, too excited by the taboo nature of this encounter to hold back for long. He'd dreamed of taking one of his students over his desk for years, but never had the balls to actually go through with it. Then last month, his wife had left him, he'd learned that he was likely to be let go at the end of the year due to budget cuts, and he knew this was his chance, his time to act out his greatest fantasy. Ashley had walked in with a sway in her hips, a twinkle in her eye, and a poor academic record--and he seized on the heaven-sent opportunity without a moment's hesitation.
Her tight tunnel was almost too much for him, constricting around his cock even as he pumped in and out of her slickly, adding more lube whenever he felt the need. She felt so good, gripping him like that--did she even know what she was doing to him? His balls were slapping lewdly against her ass, he thought he could feel her pussy dripping beneath him, and her hips kept coming back to meet his. Oh, she was definitely into it. Maybe she hadn't been at first, but now... Now he'd fuck her for all he was worth.
Slamming into her, again and again; it was enough to make Walter's eyes roll back in his head. Little did he know Ashley had the same mind-broken expression on her pretty face, laying across his desk and drooling, finally accepting the filthiness of her situation. Her back arched--his hips stuttered --she was moaning, gasping, all her dirty little sounds muffled by the makeshift gag--he couldn't hold back any longer. With a low, guttural groan, he grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, cumming hard deep in her guts, filling the tip of the condom nearly to bursting. She felt his pace change; her whines grew higher, more desperate as she realized that he was finding his release.
His orgasm over, the two of them collapsed onto the solid wooden desk, breathing heavily. Ashley's pleasure had been completely ignored, but somehow she felt sated, enjoying the feeling of her advisor's thick dick slowly softening inside of her ass, his body pressed against hers. After a few moments, Walter looked at the clock on his monitor.
"Shit," he gasped, pulling out, tossing the full rubber in the trash underneath his desk, and hurriedly zipping up his fly. "Go, get out of here, I have another student at 4:30. Here--" He handed her a small mirror, distractedly combing his hair with his fingers and checking his clothing for wrinkles.
A few rushed moments later, Ashley's panties and jeans were back where they belonged, and the bewildered student was being ushered out of her advisor's office. "Don't tell anyone," he hissed in her ear as he patted her on the bottom. "And remember, I'll take care of your scholarship situation. Easy fix. Now go."
The girl all but ran out of the office, sure that every smiling face she passed on her way out of the building belonged to a person who knew what she'd done, how she'd just taken it up the ass for the first time. Her heart pounding, she made it back to her dorm without incident, although a few of the other students she passed gave her curious looks. Falling back onto her bed, she decided what she really needed was a nice hot shower, but it could wait... just until she finished fingering herself. |
38 | The Academy Ch. 01 | tentaichi | Anal | 2014-08-13 | 2014-08-13 | 2022-01-08 12:10:26 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-academy-ch-01-3 | Sarah's new university has a secret. | ['Anal', 'Anal Dildo', 'Exhibition', 'Submissive', 'Teacher', 'Training', 'University'] | 4.21 | "Covering nearly 2000 acres of land, hidden from the noise and dirt of city life, the Academy is like no other school in Britain. Our teaching emphasises independent thought, discovering oneself and how to get the most out of life. We understand that every young woman is different; goals, hobbies and habits are unique from person to person. To give the best education possible we have small, intimate class sizes, and offer plenty of opportunities for one-to-one sessions with tutors. The opportunity to expand your social circle isn't overlooked, and a variety of events run throughout the year to encourage mingling between students. We look forward to seeing you soon!
"Now accepting applicants graduating from sixth-form colleges across the country. Please note that the Academy is an all-girls school, with no male faculty or students. For a full course list, including entry requirements and fees, visit our website."
Sarah sighed as she lowered the brochure. The Academy was hyped by rich parents everywhere, but all of its advertising was like any other university: praise with no substance. She had no idea what would await her when the bus reached its destination, or what set the Academy apart from any other place. The bus trundled along through the countryside, and Sarah's mind began to wander. She was startled from her reverie by an excited voice coming from her right.
"So, what's your story then?" Looking up, Sarah noticed a smiling brunette had sat next to her. "What brings you on a journey to these hallowed halls?"
"Uh, rich parents, mostly."
The girl snorted and shook her head. "I'm in shock, really. A rich kid at the Academy is such a rare sight."
Her sarcasm was justified. As the Academy wasn't an actual university, they could charge however much they liked, often in excess of £50,000 a year. On top of that, private donations could get an applicant moved further up the list. The reason people put up with it was the Academy's amazing ability to turn even the most useless daughter of a millionaire into someone successful. No one knew exactly what they did, but the investment was always well worth it.
Looking over her new companion however, Sarah could tell that she wasn't one of the country's elite - the sort of person that Sarah was. While extremely pretty, she lacked the air of grace kicked into any girl brought up in the kind of family that sent girls to the Academy. And though her clothes weren't shabby, they definitely weren't tailored for her like the clothes of everyone else riding the bus.
A wicked grin crossed the girl's face as she seemed to realise what Sarah was thinking. She slouched down in her seat, kicked off her shoes and put her feet up on the seat in front of her.
"The name's Beatrice, but everyone calls me Bee. And yes, I did get in with a ticket. No £150,000 debt at the end of all this for me!" She smiled widely at Sarah and added: "There are plenty of empty spaces if I'm cramping your style. I'm afraid I don't quite know the proper etiquette for a bus ride with royalty."
"N- No! I'm Sarah, and it's fine, it's great, sitting next to you. I mean, um, I don't... Care? If you're rich or not?" She tried to smile back, but Bee had started laughing uncontrollably and wasn't looking at her. Sarah couldn't believe the chances that, out of over 500 students enrolling that year, she had managed to sit next to one of the two "ticketed" students. The ticket system was a sort of lottery scholarship; girls who couldn't afford course fees applied anyway, and out of those deemed good enough by the Academy two were chosen at random to have everything paid for.
"You should have seen the look on my mum's face when I told her. 'You know that secret girl's university that makes it into the papers every couple of months because it's produced the next Richard Branson? Well guess where I'm going to uni!'" Bee started laughing even harder at this point, making Sarah uncomfortable. She had always been reserved, and one of the reasons her mother had pushed so hard to get her in was that she claimed it would get her to "come out of her shell." In Sarah's opinion, her shell was lovely and comfortable and coming out of it would only expose her to awful experiences. But rich or poor, parents get their way and Sarah was packed off for a year at an institution she knew nothing about.
Even the subjects were mystifying. Sarah was expected to pick two courses to go with the mandatory one, which wasn't even given a description. The title "Introduction to You" was the only information given, and it was clear that no one outside of the Academy had any idea what that meant. On top of that, there were no lists of second year or beyond modules, which made Sarah suspect that maybe you couldn't continue with your normal studies after first year, instead doing whatever secretive things the Academy taught that couldn't be revealed to the outside world. She had picked Modern History and English Literature, both of which she had done at A Level.
Naturally, Sarah was even more nervous than normal on that bus ride.
The rest of the journey was uneventful. Bee attempted small talk and Sarah responded politely, but never let herself get into an actual conversation. Soon enough they rolled up to fancy black iron gates that opened onto the biggest lawn Bee had ever seen in her life. The brochure said they had nearly 2000 acres but it was one thing reading it and another thing realising this was a private university the size of a town. If classes were spread across the entire campus it was likely it would take over an hour to get between them. Every girl on the bus was gaping in awe at the sight, pointing out buildings up close and in the distance, and the abundant greenery that filled the spaces in between. It was picturesque, taken straight from a travel brochure, and the girls were treated to a quarter of an hour tour from their windows as the bus trundled up to Margo Hall, which hosted the main auditorium for the Academy.
Sarah stuck to Bee as they were ushered inside. She might have been a little put off by the girl's personality, but the fact was that she was the only person Sarah knew at all out of the 500 girls turning up by the busload and a friendly face would help ground her as she faced whatever was going to happen. They found seats in the middle of the auditorium, where they had a clear view but without being so close as to be recognisable to whoever was at the front. Neither of them wanted a member of staff getting familiar with their face on the first day.
The room was filled with noise and chatter as everyone gradually found a seat, and the scent of 500 girls wearing expensive perfume worked its way into every nook and cranny. On top of that was the smell of 500 girls who had sat in cars and buses for most of the day in the end of summer heat. Everyone's nerves were too on edge to notice though, and excited whispers could be heard everywhere, swapping theories as to what all the secrecy was about and when the inner workings of the Academy would be revealed. Sarah looked round to see Bee gripping the desk in front of her, breathing deeply as she stared at the stage below where someone was soon to be telling them all about their new university. Sarah wished she could share her enthusiasm, but had to instead stare at her lap and force the bile rising up her throat back down. It was bad enough just wondering what was going on, but now the reveal was nearly there and the tension in the room so strong she couldn't take it. Her entire life for the next year - and probably the two after that - was about to be dictated to her, and no amount of chewing on her dirty blonde hair could calm her down enough.
It was all too soon that the lights dimmed and the talking stopped abruptly. Everyone's heads swivelled to stare at the two women walking on the stage, one after another. The first had black hair tied up in an elaborate weave, and was wearing a black trouser suit. Initially she seemed to be wearing an almost angry expression, but when she looked up at the new students her face cracked into a warm, genuine smile. She must have been only a little over thirty, and from what research she had done Sarah recognised her as Madeleine Ascott, the dean's personal assistant, who generally dealt with all PR for the Academy. The dean herself hadn't been seen in public for years.
The second woman wore the blue skirt, white blouse and green cardigan of the Academy uniform. From the next day, that would be all Sarah and every other girl in the room was allowed to wear. The skirt went to just below mid-thigh and was pleated. The girl's long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her bright smile beamed up at the new arrivals, showing them all her lightly freckled face as she stood with her hands behind her back at Ms Ascott's side.
Once she reached the middle of the stage the dean's assistant stopped for a few seconds, waiting for any residual chatter to disappear, and then began to speak.
"Welcome," she intoned in a friendly voice, "to the Academy. For all of you lucky young women sitting in front of me, this is the beginning of the next stage of your life. Never before will you have experienced what you will here, and I assure you that by the time you graduate you will be new people, ready to seize the world in whatever way you wish.
"I am Madeleine Ascott, personal assistant to our dean. There will be questions in your mind, and those will be answered in time. It cannot have gone over all of your heads that details of our teaching methods are few and far between outside these gates. It is for good reason as you will soon agree, but first some other information must be given. After all, life isn't all about your studies - while you are here life is about you. Life at the Academy is a period of discovery, of enlightenment, and all of it is tailored to you. Our graduates are successful simply because they know their own limits, their strengths, and how to use them. Instead of factory producing people with the same knowledge, we set you to find out for yourself everything. Nothing is more important than the self.
"You will be living in one of two buildings, set across from each other just a few minutes walk from here. Together they make Julia Hall, one being Julia East and the other Julia West. First-year allocation of rooms is random, since they are all functionally the same and it is extremely unlikely that any of you know each other, though it won't be long before that changes. You can take your meals in the main cafeteria that is open 24 hours a day, or you can self- cater. There are communal kitchens between every 7 or 8 girls and plenty of places to buy food on campus.
"Your studies will take place in a variety of areas depending on what subjects you have chosen. Our campus is much wider than that however, and all facilities are available for your use. I advise you to send some time off getting to know the place and what it can offer you. Thanks to your, or should I say, your parents' generous contributions," a few laughs came from the crowd of girls, "we have state-of-the-art anything you can imagine. Sports, science, and the fourth biggest library in Europe. All of it is at your disposal to make your time here the best it can be."
She took a second to pause and look around at the faces staring down at her. "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for!" There was a wave of movement across the room as girls who had slumped onto the desks in front of them sat up, eager to know just what was going on in the Academy.
"All of your detailed questions can be answered in the class 'Introduction to You,' the only mandatory course here at the Academy. But you will surely be wondering what the class is about. Let me give you a few words from our dean, who I'm sure you all know is one of the founders of this fine institution.
"Secrets and lies are both useful tools in a person's life. Yet when growing up, it is important to realise that one must not lie or keep secrets from oneself. Instead, every hidden corner of a person must be brought into the light for appraisal. The most hidden and secretive of body parts is also often considered the tightest. It is through both figurative and literal loosening that the Academy produces such fine examples of womanhood."
Confused mutters came from all around as some girls worked out what the dean's words meant, but were sure they must have misinterpreted them. This was a university wasn't it? And not just that, but one of the best in the world? How could this be what makes them so special?
"To put it shortly, to open your mind to everything you need to discover, something else must be opened first. Paige, could you turn around for us please?" The pretty student standing next to Ms Ascott spun so she was facing away from the audience and bent over with straight legs, resting her hands on her knees. In this position her skirt rode up so that it barely covered her cheeks, and even the most clueless girl in the room was beginning to realise what was happening.
With a flourish Paige's skirt was flipped, revealing her bare ass to the entire room. With a gasp Sarah realised that wasn't all that was revealed however, because there seemed to be a black ring sticking out, a little above the tiny strip of pink and right where she expected Paige's asshole to be.
Ms Ascott again paused to take in her audience's reaction. Every girl in the room was too stunned to move or cry out, all eyes locked onto Paige bent over lewdly while their minds tried to comprehend the secret that had been uncovered before their eyes.
"As you can see, obedience is one thing we teach here. I doubt many of you would expose yourself like this with a smile!" The dean's assistant paused for a couple of seconds, as if she expected a laugh in response. Sarah heard the unspoken 'yet' and shivered in her seat. "Now you might be feeling intimidated. Do not worry, we will not expect anything like this from you for a long while. Paige is one of our most talented students, and has benefited from two years tutelage under me and the other teachers here. This is simply to show you what you can become."
The room was deathly quiet. Ms Ascott reached out a hand to the ring protruding from Paige's backside. Once she had put a finger through she gave it a light tug. Paige gasped at the sensation.
"Consider this your first true demonstration of the kind of learning you will undergo here," Ms Ascott said gently to the assembled girls. "And without further ado!"
A sickening shhhhlick noise went into Sarah's ears and she closed her eyes tightly, wishing she was somewhere, anywhere but where she was. It was only the screams coming from around the room that got her to look again, and what she saw made her wish she hadn't.
Ms Ascott was standing over Paige with the largest sex toy every new student had seen in their life. It was eight inches long, ribbed and nearly two inches in diameter. Made of black latex, it shined more than it should have and Sarah realised it was covered with some kind of lube. Ms Ascott raised it higher, rotating it so that every girl could get a good look at its dimensions.
It was with dread that Sarah moved her eyes to Paige. Though halfway up the auditorium, she could get a detailed look at the gaping asshole left behind by the monstrous toy. The ring of muscle was red and strained, and Paige was consciously trying to keep it gaping as long as possible. The hole kept winking, closing then opening wider, giving every girl in the room a good view of her depths.
Ms Ascott had clearly decided that the time for words was over. Anything that she might have said wouldn't have registered with the girls, fixated as they were on Paige's behind. After the few cries when the toy was removed the room had gone silent again. From somewhere she produced a large bottle and squirted clear lube into both hands, rubbing it around so as to cover them entirely. One hand reached out to caress Paige's buttcheek, pulling it so as to stretch her ass even wider. The other hand positioned itself at the loose entrance.
Three fingers suddenly plunged deep inside her. Paige did not let out a gasp or cry of surprise, simply a quiet moan at the sensation. Evidently not satisfied, Ms Ascott pulled out and returned with four fingers, eliciting a louder response from Paige. She slowly moved them in and out, the lube making slight squelching noises that could not be heard over Paige's moans, which were slowly increasing in volume. This continued for nearly a minute, with Ms Ascott's one hand playing with Paige's plump cheek, and her other sliding around in Paige's asshole.
The spell was starting to break, and girls were beginning to snap back into reality. Without further distraction, chaos would ensue and Ms Ascott was well aware of that fact. So as to pull them in once again, she moved her thumb to join the rest of her fingers entering the student. No longer moving in and out, she concentrated on getting as much of herself inside as possible, pushing up to her knuckles in the young woman's asshole. Almost easily her entire hand slid inside and began to rotate. Paige's moans changed, becoming louder and deeper, clearly enjoying what was going on. All across the room eyes widened as the new students realised that this would be expected of them at some point; they would have to train their bodies to be able to do this.
"If we had time I would proudly show you all Paige's ability to stretch indefinitely. I have spent many an enjoyable hour with both of my hands deep inside her, but right now a short show is the best thing for you. Again, don't be scared. This kind of talent, even after two years is unusual. Many of you will not experience anything like this until late in your third year.
"And now I must show you another important lesson: pleasure." Her free hand let go of Paige's ass to squeeze a thumb into her stretched hole. She gave it an almost affectionate tug, earning a little gasp from Paige before her hand moved to rest over Paige's as yet untouched pussy. With slow, caring movements she began to rub the girl's nub, already peeking out from the pleasure she had been receiving in her rear. The moans still coming from Paige's throat were replaced with cries, load enough to be heard even right at the back, in time with the rubs given to her clit.
All through this the hand in her ass continued to twist and move, touching her in places she didn't know she had and stretching her wonderfully. The feeling of a living thing in her dirtiest place, rubbing her all over sent waves of ecstasy crashing over her body. The rubbing and pinching of her little bundle of nerves was different, like sparks rushing up and down her spine, her arms, her legs, until everything in her head was a cacophony of contrasting pleasures, each unique and amazing and before she knew it she was coming, screaming and clamping down, not caring that 500 girls she didn't know were staring, entranced, at her. All she knew was the hand inside her, the hand on her, and the pleasure, threatening to burn everything away.
The orgasm lasted well over a minute and at no point did Ms Ascott let up. Her hands seemed to get faster and more vigorous the longer it went on, prolonging the girl's feelings as much as possible. When Paige's screams died away she pulled her fist gently out of her asshole and her other hand away from her clitoris. Paige no longer had the strength to wink her ass, instead collapsing to the floor with a gape even bigger than before, slowly closing up.
"You will now be escorted to your new rooms. Please follow the nearest member of staff," Ms Ascott said as she turned to face the audience. It was only then that Sarah remembered there were other people in the room. For a while her entire universe had consisted of herself, Ms Ascott and Paige. The start had been torture, her body threatening to collapse or vomit, shivers running down her spine. But it had all changed when Paige started coming. Her pleasure was raw, violent and endless, and it had captivated Sarah. Never had she managed to bring herself to such a powerful orgasm, and with embarrassment she wondered if one day she could come that strongly. Looking to her left she noticed Bee still staring at the stage, face flushed and sweaty, eyes wide and mouth smiling.
"I don't know about you," Bee gasped, turning to face Sarah, "but that was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
They were led with the rest of the audience to their new residences, and pointed to their assigned rooms. All luggage had already been brought up, along with timetables and maps. No one spoke a word that evening, some girls still clearly in shock even while eating. That night however, soft moans could be heard from most rooms with first years in. Every girl had been touched by the display earlier that day, though none of them would admit it yet. |
39 | Acci-Dental | NickChapel | Anal | 2010-06-24 | 2010-06-24 | 2022-01-08 09:48:16 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/acci-dental | Minor traffic accident turns dental nurse to more than flirt. | ['Anal', 'Dental', 'Rich', 'Rimjob'] | 4.35 | I'm a 31 year old dentist and my clinic has a high turnover of young dental assistants (almost entirely female). My current girl is a stunning 20 year old called Grace. She is blonde with bright green eyes and looks like something out of a fashion magazine. While she is professional and polite, she is also a rich snob who has been spoilt by her wealthy father. Why she bothers to have a job is a mystery to me but to her credit she is one of the best assistants I've had so far.
She was about to become the best.
She was over an hour late to work last Friday - it turned out on the way to work in the pouring rain she'd T-boned another car when it pulled out in front of her. Though she was shaken and had a small cut on one knee, she was unhurt except that her convertible was a complete wreck. I offered her the day off but she said she'd rather work to keep her mind on something else. I was pleased because Grace wears her uniform looking more like a stripper dressed as a nurse than a dental assistant and she looked particularly sexy after being disheveled by the storm outside. Grace has small breasts but her perfect legs and ass look like they belong in a porn film. She's always catching me looking but neither of us has confirmed or acknowledged this. I find it impossible not to stare when she bends over or reaches for one of the higher shelves and I've seen her cute little pouch wrapped in a wide range of underwear - sometimes a G, sometimes lacy French cut and sometimes bland but surprisingly sexy white cotton standard panties (probably left over from her private schoolgirl days).
Well, today I was in for a treat; after explaining the accident to me, she asked for a band-aid for her knee.
"Here you go."
When she sat down on the ottoman to apply it, she lifted her ankle and crossed it on top of her opposite knee. I could see right up her dress as clear as day and could see that she wasn't wearing ANY underwear. Time stood still and at the same time seemed to pass way too quickly. My eyes were as wide as saucers, my mouth went dry and my mind tried to soak in the image of her pussy - bare except for a tiny tuft at the top. Lucky for me Grace brought her foot down before she lifted her eyes up so I could compose myself just enough to save me from complete embarrassment.
When 5:30 rolled around I asked her if she was alright. She said she was fine but if I could give her a ride home she would be grateful as her parents were in the middle of an overseas holiday. Of course I said yes but tried my best not to sound too keen. After locking up I followed her downstairs and motioned her towards my BMW. I'd only just bought it and was pleased to show it off for the first time. If Grace was impressed, she didn't show it.
Grace gave me directions and I made polite small talk as I drove. She seemed more cheerful and relaxed now that we'd left the clinic and I began to believe she'd be a pleasant girl away from work. She pointed me up a gated driveway and I felt disappointed that my ride with her was coming to an end. My disappointment was soon replaced by awe when I saw her house. 'Palace' is the word that springs to mind.
"Wow, this is unbelievable!" I said
Grace chuckled and said "Yeah, my Dad sure knows how to put a roof over his little girl's head. I have the pool-house all to myself so you can probably guess I'm in no hurry to move out."
Without thinking I asked "Is it as nice as this?"
"Oh yeah, you should come see. In fact, I think I owe you a drink for the ride home. It is Friday after all!"
"Um, sure, it has been a long week." A long week staring at your sexy body.
We went around the side of the main building and along a garden path that came out at the pool area which again was amazing. The 'Pool House' was a complete villa that would have been an impressive house in it's own right. Grace opened the French doors and we went inside. Downstairs was a living area with an offset kitchen.
"This looks like a kitchen, but I prefer to think of it as a bar." Grace said with a naughty smile. She moved swiftly and without asking me want I wanted proceeded to make what looked to be Mojitos. While she was busy I looked around the room and spied a photo of her as a young teenager in a ballet pose. She was standing on the toes of one foot while the other leg was straight up in the air.
"Wow! Can you still do that?"
A strange look crossed her face as she topped off our glasses.
"Well, um, yes but I'm not wearing any underwear so I can't show you right now." Grace gave the cutest blush when she said it and I felt myself flush a little too.
She started to explain - "I was actually running late this morning and because my parents have given the housekeeper a month off while they're on holiday, I couldn't find any clean underwear. So I had to go without and, well, here I am telling my boss how I'm bare-assed under his uniform."
She held my gaze as she told me this and I was at a loss at how to respond. My eyes dropped to the hemline of her dress then when I realized how that must look I jerked them up to meet her eyes again.
I stood like a statue for what felt like an hour but was probably only two seconds then she broke the silence.
"Try your drink."
I did and it wasn't bad.
Grace sat down on the corner-couch and motioned for me to take the opposite seat. I guess I still looked in awe.
I looked across and there in front of me was her beautiful pussy again. This time I caught myself early and looked her in the eye.
"How's the Mojito?" she asked.
"Nice. Very nice."
"Let me know if you feel like anything else."
The look in her eyes was enough to convince me that this was an invitation to take it to the next level. I set my drink down and stepped across the floor. Her smug expression told me that she had planned to seduce me and now knew she had succeeded. I leant over and made to gently kiss her lips but Grace moved into it as well and met my advance with more lust than romance. My growing cock surged when her hand cupped my balls through my pants. Her tongue darted in my mouth in a way I can only describe as slutty and she moved her hand from my balls to my shaft, rubbing it fiercely.
"Let's have a look at your cock, Doctor."
She unclipped my belt and unzipped me. My pants fell to the floor and she smiled as my cock sprung free of my underwear.
Her mouth was straight on it. I'm not circumcised but my cockhead stands out, purple and proud when I'm erect. Grace was not wasting any time, taking me deep in her throat I could feel her push herself past what must have been her gag reflex.
As she was doing this I took my shirt off then looked down to admire the view. After a few minutes Grace released my cock and took a big breath. Her eyes were teared up which had made her makeup run a little. Damn she looked sexy.
She spat on my cock and pumped it with her little hand. I was ready to blow so I grabbed her wrist and pulled her up to kiss me. Her mouth was full of spit and precum but I was so horny that instead of being grossed out, I was turned on even more. Thankfully, I could hold off shooting my load for the moment.
As we kissed I unzipped her dress and let it drop.
"Turn around."
I swallowed the drink, wrapped my arms over her breasts and kissed her neck with my cold lips. Grace gasped then sighed as she felt my boner press against her ass. I stepped back and knelt down behind her. I kissed the back of one thigh, then the other, savoring the smell of her sex as my face moved past her butt. Each ass cheek fit perfectly in the palms of my hands. I hadn't realized how petite Grace was until just now. Her breathing was getting quicker and with each kiss I got an inch closer to her pussy. She was bending right over now, exposing her pussy and perfect, pink little asshole to me. I put my whole mouth on her pussy and French kissed it as if it was her mouth. Grace gave a scream of pleasure and I thought I might blow my load right there. I made my tongue hard and stabbed it into her pussy like a spear over and over. Grace started to push back against me and moaned with each stab. If her moans didn't confirm her arousal, the state of her pussy did; it was almost dripping but most impressive was the way it the lips had folded open, bright and pink like an invitation to my cock.
I traced my tongue from her pussy to her ass -- not directly but only an inch from her rosebud. Grace gasped and shivered so I softly kissed her in the same spot on the opposite side.
"Yes, fuck, yes...yes"
Wow. Her wanton lust was driving me insane. I blew gently on her asshole and she moaned her approval. I put my tongue back in her pussy then licked all the way up to her asshole, darting my tongue inside the hole. Her tight little hole pulsated, contracting and relaxing around the tip of my tongue. I pulled my face back to admire the view, the sight of her open pussy too much to ignore now. I stood up and grabbed her breasts from behind while probing my cock at her pussy. My purple head slid straight in the entrance only to meet some resistance at the second inch. Grace reached her around behind me and with her hand on my ass cheek, encouraged me to push harder. She turned her face to me and gasped "Fuck me Nick, c'mon, fuck me!" Her sex-crazed facial expression made my cock throb. I kissed her and thrust my tongue in her mouth, getting an extra thrill knowing I'd just used it on her ass.
Her face pulled away.
"Put me on the floor."
I felt her knees buckle and we eased away from the couch. Without breaking, we knelt on the rug, her on all fours, me kneeling behind her. Grace splayed her knees apart which made her ass cheeks open, giving me a perfect view of her pink asshole and my 7 inches in her pussy, the shaft glistening on every out stroke.
The sight of that sexy little butt was too much to ignore so as we fucked, I spat on her asshole and eased my thumb in there to the first knuckle.
"So you want to fuck my ass Nick? We should take this to the bedroom so I can see if you deserve my ass or not."
My head started spinning. What did this mean?
"Ok, lead the way."
We broke apart and Grace turned to me and with a smile that was half naughty, half excited, grabbed my cock and pulled me into the bedroom.
Her king-size bed was unmade. Grace pulled the covers to the floor, leaving only the fitted sheet on the mattress.
We sat on the foot of the bed and kissed while she squeezed my cock, still sticky with her cunt juice.
Her hand left my cock and she pushed two fingers into my mouth. I could smell and taste our sex on them.
"Now, if you want my ass, you have to earn it."
She lay back on the bed and pulled her knees up, exposing her open pussy and sexy little asshole.
"Use your mouth on me or you don't use your cock on me."
I sprawled out before her, planting my mouth on her pussy, making a point of sloppily kissing it to add more saliva to the mix. I worked my way down to her asshole and used my lips and tongue to moisten it as much as I could.
Grace moaned her approval.
Moving my mouth back to her pussy, I took my middle finger and eased it into her ass. She seemed comfortable with this so I slid my ring finger alongside it. After a minute, her ass seemed to relax so I slowly started fucking her ass with my two fingers while I licked and kissed her pussy.
Keeping my fingers in her ass, I kissed her belly, her ribs, her tanned breasts then her mouth.
Grace first confused me then shocked me by reaching down for my hand, removing my fingers from her ass and taking them into her mouth, running her tongue around them and sucking like a lollipop. The look on my face must have been priceless because she laughed before rolling to the side and reaching for something in a bedside drawer. She came back with what I guessed to be a sex- toy, shaped like an egg on a stick.
"You want my ass now?"
I nodded, no longer under any confusion who was in charge here. I may have been the boss at work but I may as well have been her slave right now.
She shuffled so her ass was at the end of the bed and lifted her feet straight toward the roof. Standing off the bed, stroking my cock in anticipation, I moved in front of her and put her heels on each of my shoulders. I placed my cockhead at her asshole and pushed past the first inch. As her ass sealed around the head of my bulbous member I looked her in the eyes, her face no longer so jovial, more a mix of concentration and anticipation. Her hand on my hip gave me guidance, encouraging or halting my advances to her tight passage.
I could sense a change in her once her sphincter relaxed, changing from trying to accommodate my cock to wanting to be fucked. I would pull out until just the head was in then push until my pubes were against her pussy lips.
Grace grabbed the egg-on-a-stick thing and turned it on. I could hear it vibrate. She started working her clit with it while I fucked her ass. I could feel the vibrations as I slid in and out of her ass. I increased my speed as I kissed and ran my tongue around one of her ankles. Grace was in another world now, her teeth biting her bottom lip as her hips gyrated to meet the thrusts of my throbbing cock. I felt her hand against my groin and looked down to see her working the vibrator inside her pussy. Now I could really feel the vibrations. The length of the toy was perfect that she could remove her hand and it would slide out of her pussy as I withdrew, only to be pushed back in with every stroke.
Grace was on the verge now and I'd been close to the edge for what seemed like hours. Her hands reached for my hips and she dug her nails into my ass cheeks to encourage me to fuck her with everything I had. Her moans turned to screams and I knew I was past the point of no return. I felt my knees fold as my cum streamed into her butt. The humming vibrator in her pussy making my orgasm all the more fierce. Grace, with a drunk look on her face (I must have looked the same) lazily removed the vibrator and dropped it off the side of the bed. Her legs straightened and she rolled them to the side, her body following. I was still standing off the bed, my cock in her ass. Without removing it, I lay along side her, now in the spoon position. Grace reached on to the floor and pulled the covers over us. I looked at her sleepy, smiling face, so different from the girl I saw in my clinic each day.
Time for a nap I think.
Then round two. |
40 | Accidental First Time | engagemind | Anal | 2007-09-13 | 2008-10-23 | 2022-01-08 09:48:17 | 5 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/accidental-first-time | 1. An accident results in a first time with your friend. 2. Continuation of story between two young friends. 3. You give your first blow job to your friend. 4. Your slowly maturing awakening continues with your friend. 5. Continuing exploration of you and your friend. | ['Exploration', 'Friend'] | 4.44 | _This "story" is just that -- a fictional accidental first time encounter between two young (over 18) close friends. I hope you enjoy, and have strived to make it a more "real life" scenario and thus less "action packed". If I receive positive comments I will try to continue the saga._
We had been best friends since middle school. I remember teasing you, pulling your long brown braided twin hair tails that snaked half way down your back. You were always a cute thin tough tomboy, and although not related most of our friends called us brother/sister because we always hung out together, did homework together, helped each other with chores, lived only a block away and were "best" friends. In the summer we used to play sports together, you always held your own in games with the "guys" and we would often go swimming in the old swimming hole, sometimes with others but often by ourselves. I wore my usual baggy swim trunks, you usually wore a simple two-piece suit, although sometimes when no one else was around, at night we would swim in our undies. You would swim in your plain white panties and a T shirt because you never wore a bra with nothing on top to contain. Those were care free fun days.
As we grew older we stayed close friends, but never "dated", still did homework together, and helped each other with chores. We were both kind of shy (except around each other), and so we only dated in groups going to dances with friends, but neither of us had an actual boy/girl friend. We shared our secrets told each other who we had a crush on, I had the hots for a cheerleader, you a football star flanker who scored most of the touchdowns. We never considered each other as the opposite sex even though we were both very aware of our differences, but just did not think of each other that way.
Even in our senior year, you still were thin flat chested, a small A cup, long dark brown hair, about 5' 6' tall and in good shape, running and swimming with an interest in the arts especially sketching. You had beautiful eyes, a captivating smile, and could always make me laugh. I maintained my nerdy math, computer, and science interests, was thin 5' 10" tall, long blond hair blue eyes and stayed fit, biking, playing sports with friends and of course swimming all summer. Whenever you were down or hurting from a fight with a girlfriend or cramps from your period, I was there for support, sometimes just holding you telling you it was all ok, things would be better, and finally after ribbing you, your lips would curl into that classic impish smile. You were always there for me too, brightening my day when I was in a bad mood, giving me a hug when I won the science fair, and offering advice/support when I had a disagreement with my parents or friends.
My name is Eric and for my eighteenth birthday I received a small (350cc) second hand used motorcycle, which for me was a dream come true. For your eighteenth, which followed only three days after mine, you Val, received your dream sketching set. As summer set in we would still frequent our swimming hole, talk about plans for college with you often sketching me in my undies still wet from swimming. This would sometimes make me blush, because of the semi hard on and associated slight tent I would get looking at you in your wet "T shirt" and panty briefs. Even though you had little on top, because you still never wore a bra, I could see your hard nipples peaking through and sometimes see the outline of your volva thru the wet panties. This in turn would make you blush realizing what I could see, and how it affected me, but you would just flash that smile and keep sketching. You further embarrassed me one time, by including my "bulge" in your sketch, with a devilish grin on your face. All though we never discussed it in detail we both knew the impact any semi nude image of the opposite sex had on each other but were almost afraid to think of each other that way, not wanting to spoil the special relationship we had developed, and not sure how the other felt. We also both had a strong faith that kept us from trying to "explore" each other, afraid we would upset or offend each other.
This all started to unravel four weeks after I got my motorcycle and only two weeks into the summer. I was on my way back from the store, when I was blind sided by a hit and run car that ran a stop sign, throwing me off my bike tumbling across the road. When I awoke in the hospital, I had two broken arms in casts, one broken leg, a lot of scratches, and a bad headache. My mom was there, my dad at work, and you with tears in your eyes. I was released from the hospital four days latter, but bed ridden for at least a few weeks, fairly helpless to feed bath or even go to the bathroom. My mom and dad worried how they would care for me those first weeks, they both worked, and we could not afford a live in nurse. You of course calmly stated you were free for the summer, and would help without thinking of the compilations this might present. My parents accepted your offer, also without thinking of the potential issues that might arise, because they new and trusted you, and it solved their dilemma. I was still groggy, feeling no pain, happy to be alive and thus also not thinking clearly at the time, and would have spent most of the summer with you anyway.
I was transported home by ambulance early Monday morning, with you mom and dad there to welcome me and set me up in my room. Dad and mom then left for work, leaving us alone which under normal circumstances was typical for the summer. You made us lunch and had fun teasing me as you fed me. But soon mother nature called and I had to pee. This led to the first awkward moment. I mumbled that I had to pee and you got red in the face suddenly realizing what you would have to do. We nervously joked about it but then I really had to go and soon, so you got the bed pan, placed it between my spread legs and looking at my crotch pulled my boxers down exposing my cock to you for the first time. I was both embarrassed and excited at the same time, and you just kept looking at my penis and turned a delicate shade of pink. I shook you out of your stare again mumbling that I really had to go and you suddenly realized that you had to touch me, hold me to aim into the bed pan. This was the first real penis you had seen, the first to touch and the first time anyone else (other then the nurses) had touched me. You gently took me in your hand looking all the time at my penis, avoiding eye contact and placed it in the bed pan. You continued to gently hold me as I almost immediately started to pee. You watched intently, the first time you have ever seen a male pee. As the stream slowed and then ended, you looked up wondering what to do next. I offered a nervous smile and mumbled to shake it then carefully remove the pan. You hesitated then shook my penis let out a little girl giggle and then looking into my eyes gave it a gentle squeeze said wow and moved the pan to a table.
You then became your smiling mischievous self again, grinning from ear to ear, departed to the bathroom to empty the pan and get a wash cloth a pan of hot water and soap. You come out proclaiming in your little girl voice that it was bath time and that we might as well get used to it soon because we would be together for the next few weeks. I am still laying there (at your mercy) my boxers down my penis exposed, both embarrassed and excited at the same time. You pull off my boxers carefully over my leg cast with me now fully naked and exposed. You start to wash, first my upper body then my lower legs. We make small talk avoiding the awkwardness of the situation for both of us. Soon however you start to wash my upper legs and stomach getting closer to my groin, your eyes darting between my eyes and my exposed cock.
I try to keep up the small talk and not think where your hands are but fail, as my cock starts to rise. You show both embarrassment and intrigue as you watch my cock grow, looking back and forth between my eyes and my now rigid cock. I try to offer an apology but you put your finger to my lips, smile, grin and start to wash my groin area, avoiding my rigid cock but washing all around including my balls. You spend way more time "washing" this area then you did the rest of my body "exploring" for your first time. By this time my cock has started to leak, I am past embarrassment and now getting close to cumming even though you have not yet touched me, but the excitement of you looking, and washing all around is almost too much for my young inexperienced body. You soap up your small hands and slowly, tentatively reach for my cock. My emotions are overwhelmed by fear, excitement, and embarrassment, I try to say something, try to stop you but instead explode as soon as you touch me. I groan as long strings of cum shoot into the air with the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced, some seamen hitting you on your arm, shirt, and hand. You freeze, holding my ejaculating cock, your eyes wide, mouth open. You knew I was turned on, but are naive did not understand how quickly a young inexperienced man (boy) could cum. You were unprepared, overwhelmed, startled and almost giddy by this first experience.
I close my eyes, ashamed, that I could not control my emotions, afraid I may have upset, and/or offended you, and so embarrassed. You are so startled, yet excited at what you have just seen, you just hold my semi hard penis, unconsciously squirm a little in your seat still looking at my member, the seamen on your arm, shirt, hand and the seamen dripping from my cock. You then slowly look up to my closed eyes, not sure what to say, do. I mumble that I am so sorry so ashamed, and suggest that you can leave if you want, my eyes still closed. You are suddenly aware by the quiver in my voice that I am upset, that I think you are upset. You give my penis a gentle squeeze lean in and kiss my cheek, my forehead , and gently tell me that was awesome. With out giving me a chance to say anything you start to, in a fast excited voice tell me you hope I am not upset, that you understand (even though we both know you do not), that you know you should not have done that to me but admit you did not expect it, did not know it would happen but thank me for sharing such an intimate experience with you. You go on almost babbling saying it was your first time seeing it (as we both already know), without thinking saying you would like to see it again, and on and on still holding me, and still looking at my penis, and the cum still covering both of us.
Suddenly you realize how silly you must sound, stop babbling and look up into my eyes, now wide open, neither of us sure what to think or say next. I try to defuse the situation by cracking a lame joke about you joining the navy so you can see more sea men. This causes both of us to crack up laughing mostly a release of the built up tension. This also opens the door for more serious conversation on what just happened. As we talk you again state that you enjoyed what happened, hope it will not hurt or change our friendship, and want to continue to help me and my parents. You state that we might as well get comfortable with this part, because it will be a regular part of the next few weeks. I start to again mumble that I am sorry for not being able to control myself. You grin still holding me, and state your glad I came, it was awesome, want us to be comfortable, and then to make me feel better, tell me you are so wet and nod your head down to your crotch, in case I did not get the meaning. I blush and ask "really" (your still holding me, and the talk is not helping my self control)? You blush and nod, then, look at my penis, a smile on your face as it slowly starts to grow again in your hand.
Your hand holding me, and our conversation especially hearing your wet , overcomes any self control and soon I am again rock hard. You still hold me eyes wide and darting between my eyes and hard cock, and shyly ask if you caused this and note you did not realize I could get hard again so quickly. You then let go, stand telling me you are getting more warm water to wash up. As you stand I can not help look between your legs. You follow my gaze, and then again in a quiet voice smile and tell me you are so wet and guess we both will need to "clean up" and then walk off to the bathroom. As you walk away you startle me by without thinking lift your seamen covered hand to your mouth and flick out your tongue tasting my seed.
To be continued...............................
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41 | The Accidental Virgin | TE999 | Anal | 2008-05-19 | 2008-05-19 | 2022-01-08 12:10:27 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-accidental-virgin | Losing her virginity--twice. | [''] | 4.23 | _Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for your votes, PC's and comments on my previous stories. In this tale, a mistake increases a couple's pleasure in one evening. Enjoy._
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Glenn's car rolled to a stop in the driveway and he ran to Susan's front door. Dancing with excitement, he rang the doorbell. She had sounded so sexy on the phone. They were finally going to go all the way. They had brought each other off many times by mutual masturbation and oral sex, but tonight they were going to fuck. He put his hand in his pocket to make sure the condoms were there when the door opened and Mister Douglas stood glowering at him. He had tried to be friendly to Susan's father, but the man simply grunted and returned to reading the newspaper.
"Good evening Mister Douglas, is Susan home? We have a date tonight."
Mr. Douglas motioned him in, waved towards the living room sofa and walked away mumbling. Glenn stared at him in disgust. _What's up with him? It's not like we're kids. He still acts like we're teenagers. What a dork._
Glenn perched on the edge of a cushion and waited for Susan to appear. The house was quiet except for the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. After what seemed an hour, he heard the tapping of Susan's shoes on the stairs.
His heart skipped a beat as she strutted into the room. She was so hot! A blue skirt barely covered her crotch, and her long lovely legs were bare. Her ample breasts bobbed under a white t-shirt, erect nipples prominent behind the thin cloth. Thong sandals displayed her scarlet painted toenails.
Susan's sultry smile of welcome inflamed his lust and his cock rubbed painfully against his jeans. Glenn stood up and took her in his arms. They shared an open-mouthed kiss and rubbed against each other. Susan took her purse from the table by the door and they left hurriedly, anxious to be alone together.
Glenn sped along Quarry Road toward a secluded parking spot they had discovered one afternoon. The first chill of autumn was in the air, which meant they would make love in the car instead of on a blanket, but that mattered little in their excitement.
Susan took Glenn's left hand, kissed the palm and rubbed it on her cheek.
"Guess what I did in the shower this morning. I shaved my pussy just for you. Here, feel."
He almost drove off the road as she spread her legs and put his hand between them, stroking her wet slit as she moaned in pleasure. Glenn's cock ached and he clenched his teeth trying not to come in his pants. Susan saw the strained look on his face, leaned over and unfastened his belt and pants. His cock sprang free and she sucked it into her mouth, tongue licking the velvet head.
Glenn saw the gravel road leading to their spot and swerved down it, the car swaying and scattering gravel as he fought to keep from skidding into the ditch. Susan never stopped deep throating him; humming happily, she filled her mouth with rigid flesh. Regaining control, Glenn drove more carefully into the woods and parked in a clearing.
His fingers tangled in Susan's long blonde hair, he fucked her mouth. She made choking noises, but never stopped sucking as he thrust harder. He erupted down her throat and she swallowed greedily, drinking the last of his warm cum and licking him clean.
Stripping off their clothes, they climbed into the back seat, wrapping their legs together as they hugged and kissed. Susan could never get enough of Glenn's hard body and stiff cock. He always satisfied her, but she still lay in her bed after he went home, playing with her pussy and imagining he was doing it. He began sucking her nipples while she moaned in delight and spread her legs. She knew what would happen next.
He left a trail of kisses and licks down her body until he reached her pussy, stopping for a moment to inhale the scent of her arousal then burying his face in the wet pink flesh. Susan screamed as his hands gripped her ass cheeks and his long tongue explored between her labial lips. She crossed her legs around his back, pulling him tighter against her pussy. Her moans were as loud as shouts as he devoured her, filling his mouth repeatedly with her plentiful juices.
Susan shook uncontrollably when her orgasm rose and burst within her. Holding Glenn's head, she ground her pussy on his face and came in his mouth. His fingers wiggling inside her coaxed forth a second orgasm and she lay gasping on the seat, her head spinning.
Glenn kissed her tenderly as she calmed. He never ceased to be amazed at the duration and intensity of her orgasms, pleased with himself that he could bring her such pleasure. He reached into the front seat and retrieved the condoms from his jeans pocket. Susan molded herself against his back, stiff nipples poking him as she stroked his cock.
"Need some help putting that on?" she purred. "Sit back, let me do it."
He leaned back against the door, his cock twitching in anticipation. Her warm mouth took him in again, covering the hot flesh with saliva. Susan tore open the foil packet and slowly rolled the condom down until it was snug.
"It's slippery," she said, wiping her hands on her legs.
"They're pre-lubed for easy entry," Glenn replied. "It was on the package."
Susan lay back, spread her legs and fingered her pussy. The drops of cum on her skin glittering like jewels in the moonlight.
"I think this'll be wet enough baby. Fuck me Glenn, I want you in me."
Glenn twisted around, positioning himself to thrust into her. They knew there would be pain when her hymen was broken, so they wanted it over as fast as possible. She sighed as he rubbed his cock over her pussy lips and raised her hips towards him.
A stabbing pain in his right thigh made him wince and shift on the seat. _A leg cramp. A goddam leg cramp. Why now? Jeez it hurts. I can't stop now. I won't._ He pushed into her and she cried out in pain. The cramp was making his eyes water as he penetrated further. She was so tight! His cock felt as if it was in a vise. Trying to ignore the ache in his leg, he began slowly stroking into her as she gasped and moaned. It was difficult to see in the dim light, but his mouth found her breast. He sucked and licked one stiff nipple then the other as she pulled his head against the soft flesh.
Glenn felt cum building in his balls as his cramp receded. He jabbed into her rabbit like, wanting her to cum with him as they did when they did a 69. Susan's moans gave way to a high-pitched wail as her back arched, body jerking as orgasmic ecstasy consumed her.
A red haze obscured Glenn's vision as he came explosively, feeling as if his entire body was spurting out his cock. Susan cried out and fell back on the seat, whimpering.
The cramp seized his leg again. Glenn opened the car door and scrambled outside, trying to walk it off. The dome light illuminated Susan curled up on the seat, not moving. Glenn called to her but there was no answer. He walked around the car several times until the pain subsided.
He saw Susan sitting up and joined her. They embraced and kissed tenderly. Her eyes were wet and a half smile was on her face.
"I'm sorry I hurt you," Glenn said. "I didn't know it'd be so painful.
But you're not a virgin anymore."
Susan raised an eyebrow.
"I am and I'm not, baby. You fucked me in the ass."
"I did what? Holy shit! Are you okay? Damn, I'm so sorry. I really am."
"It hurt like hell at first, but then it started to feel good, and you were out of your mind balling me. I barely touched my clit and I came all over the place. It was intense."
"You were so tight I could hardly move, then you loosened up and I felt like I was gut punched when I came. That explains no blood on the condom. The leg cramp must have thrown me off and I…"
Susan placed a finger on his lips.
"I'm still a virgin Glenn. Want to try again?"
He nodded and Susan laid back, her knees up and her legs spread. Rolling on a condom, he settled between her thighs and Susan guided his cock in her pussy. One thrust, a moan and he was all the way in. Locked in an embrace they moved in a smooth rocking rhythm, her pussy muscles rippling against his stiffness.
"Mmmm…I love you fucking me. It's better than I ever dreamed."
"I love you so much, baby. I never want to stop."
Susan's hips moved faster and Glenn matched her tempo. The car rocked and bounced as they pleasured each other. Glenn sucked on Susan's thick nipples as her hands gripped his ass pulling him harder into her pussy. Gasping and moaning they came, then Susan had a second orgasm.
Snuggled together in the afterglow of satisfaction, Susan nibbled Glenn's ear making him shiver.
"Let's try that ass fucking again," she purred. "I was getting to like it."
She rose up on all fours and wiggled her ass at him. He gripped her hips and worked his cock in her puckered hole while she moaned in delight. They began slowly, Glenn giving Susan light, shallow strokes still afraid of hurting her. Her sphincter muscle tightened on the intruder and Glenn moaned in pleasure. _She's so tight, Damn, I could cum right now. Gotta hold off…_
Susan pushed her ass onto Glenn's thick meat, impaling herself fully, moaning and panting as his balls swung against her sopping pussy. She braced herself against the car door and Glenn clung to her back, hands capturing her swaying breasts and rubbing her nipples. Crazed with lust they pounded against each other, the car rocking and swaying as they climbed the orgasmic peak once again.
"Oooohh, fuck me baby. Cum in my ass."
"Ahhhhh, I'm close, I'm close, I'm…Ughhhh…!"
Glenn's body tensed and he loosed a torrent of cum into Susan's gripping ass while she rubbed her clit bringing on another back arching orgasm. The car's interior rang with their screams of delight and they slumped together on the seat, his semi-hard cock popping out of her slippery asshole. In a moment, they fell into an exhausted sleep.
***
The morning sun shone in Glenn's eyes awakening him. _Damn it! We slept here all night. Her dad's gonna kill me! We are so fucked…_ He shook Susan gently.
"Susan. Wake up. We slept here all night. Your dad probably has the cops out looking for us. We're screwed!"
"Good morning to you too," Susan replied sleepily. "Where's my wake up kiss?"
Tongues dancing, they shared a long open-mouthed kiss. Glenn's cock began to stiffen as they rubbed against each other and Susan felt it against her thigh.
"Mmmmm…a morning fuck. Just what I wanted."
"Baby we can't. I have to get you home. Your dad's gonna have my ass on a stick."
"Don't worry about my dear father. I caught him and Mrs. Simms fucking in the guest room while mom was out shopping. I let them finish and then hollered 'Boo'. They almost pissed themselves. I can pretty much do what I want now."
"Your next door neighbor? She's not bad looking for an old woman. I just can't picture her and your dad…"
"Do you want to talk or fuck? I say we fuck."
"Here it comes, baby. Pussy or ass?"
"Pussy, for starters."
Hidden in the sun-dappled glade, the car began rocking once more. |
42 | Accommodating Neighbors | gentlegem | Anal | 2010-04-30 | 2010-09-05 | 2022-01-08 09:48:19 | 5 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/accommodating-neighbors-ch-01 | 1. Russ is caught masturbating by his neighbor. 2. Russ and Becca are both totally satisfied this time. 3. First anal experience for the lovers. 4. Russ and Becca shop an adult toy store. 5. Russ and Becca are joined by Jackie. | ['First Time', 'Public Play'] | 4.37 | **Chapter 01: The Beginning**
Knock, knock, knock...I thought who in fuck is that. Tucking my dick back into my pajama bottoms, I reluctantly went to the door and peeked through the peep- hole. A lady I had never seen before stood waiting, looking around and began to knock again.
Opening the door just slightly I ask "Can I help you?"
"Maybe, but I think it's the other way around. I would like to help you with what you have been doing."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Becca, your neighbor from across the way." She said pointing across the parking lot. May I come in it's really cold out here."
Before I could answer she caught me off guard by pushing the door in and stepping inside.
"You really should close your blinds when you're jerking off like that, unless you want an audience, do you?"
"You obviously have me at a disadvantage, what do you want?"
"As I said, I want to help you with that." (pointing to my crotch).
"And that's all? Plain and simple you want to play with my dick? Nothing else?"
"Well, no, actually I want to suck your cock deep into my throat, and keep it there till you coat my tonsils with your cum. And then we'll talk about what comes next." With that she reached over and tugged my bottoms down and went to her knees taking my dick in her mouth. God was she good at it!
After a pretty short time I erupted into her throat. She sucked and licked me clean and ask if I had something to drink. I am a recovering alcoholic and all I have in the place is water, milk and coffee - I gave her her choice, she accepted the coffee. We sat down and started talking. It seems she had been watching me come and go and was curious about who I was and wanted to meet me and just didn't know how to go about it until she walked by to take her trash out and looked in through a pretty small gap in the partially open blinds on my walkout patio doors. She took advantage of the situation -- I'm pretty glad she did..
I am a 63 year old man. I live alone in one bedroom ground floor apartment in moderately nice neighborhood. I have only been here about 3 months. After many years of being sexually active both in and out of my marriage, I haven't been with a woman for over 2 years. Not by my choosing, it's just worked out that way due to a lot of circumstances. You just don't find many women interested in a man my age with very, very limited resources. I'm not bad looking, I'm very clean and neat and I am healthy and have tried several dating services to no avail.
She has lived here for several years and kind of in the same boat I am situation wise. The difference is she is 44 and a woman. I always thought a woman could have sex pretty much anytime she wanted it, but I guess that depends on exactly what she wants and is willing to do to get it.
After the introductions I ask her if you would like for me to reciprocate. She said yes, but not right now. I invited her back any time she saw me home and she said she would be coming to see me soon.
That was on a Monday afternoon about 3:00. I should add, she was a somewhat attractive red head, about 5'6". That's about all I could tell. She was wearing a coat and sweat pants and kept them on the entire time she was with me.
On Thursday morning about 9:00 I heard a knock at the door and peeked out -- it was her. I let her in with no questions ask this time. This time I ask if I could take her coat and she turned so I could help her off with it.
When she turned back to me I could very easily see that she had dressed for me. She was wearing a short skirt that displayed very nice legs in nylons and a low cut knit top that accented her cleavage. Her hair was done up nicely and she was wearing just the touch of makeup -- very well done. She looked more like 30 than 44 and I complimented her on that.
I offered her coffee and then we sat and talked, she in my recliner and me in my desk chair. After about an hour of getting to know each other she ask to use the restroom. When she returned she was wearing a black see-through teddy, black garter belt and black stockings and g-string.
"It looks like you're for me to reciprocate now." I said as she came to me putting her arms around my neck. She didn't say anything, just kissed me. Very well I might add. We sat on the couch and continued the kissing and started mutually caressing. When my hands found her breasts she started to moan. She has really nice tits, but she started to apologize for them being so small. Frankly I prefer a B cup to some massive sagging bags of flesh and I told her so. "They're 36 B" she said. I removed her teddy with her help to find the most beautiful firm breasts with large puffy pink nipples jutting out from surrounding light brown aureoles. Her nipples are almost like breasts on top of breasts -- just about as perfect a display as I have ever seen. I couldn't help but take them into my mouth.
As I began kissing and sucking she went really wild. She started removing my shirt and in few minutes I was naked , on my knees and working on removing her g-string with my teeth. After discarding her g-string I kissed my way back up her inner thighs and all around her cleanly shaved mound, then on up to her breasts again; lingering only a short while I headed back south again.
After a few minutes of kissing and lick around her mound I helped her shift her weight so she was on her back with her legs pulled wide apart and her knees close to her head, exposing now swollen pussy lips. After kissing her labia a little longer I probed her slit with my tongue, running up and down the full length of her wonderfully scented and tasting pussy, working my way around her clit which was now fully extended. Even without pushing the hood back her clit protruded at least half an inch.
When I finally touched the tip of her clit with my tongue she jerked and squealed "Yes, there. Suck me there!" For the next 20 minutes I repeated my actions; in and out of her vaginal opening, up and down her slit, and then sucking on her clit until she exploded, her juices washing over my face. I had never been with a woman who squirted before, what a treat!
When I had finished licking her clean she pulled me up to her and ask me to just hold her a while. I suggested we move to the bed and we did, although she was almost too weak to walk on her own.
When we got on the bed I did as she ask, holding her I said "just tell me when you are ready to move on." To my surprise she fell asleep. Not knowing exactly what to do; not wanting to go to sleep myself and take a chance on her waking and leaving while I was in that state; and not want to disturb her I slipped off the bed and let her sleep. That was at about 10:30.
About 11:30 she came out of the bedroom already dressed and ask for another cup of coffee. She thanked me for treating her as I had and said it was really what she had needed for a long time. She said next time she would be ready to do something more mutually satisfying, rather than one-sided as we have so far. We sat and talked for several hours. She works part time nights at a local retailer and has been divorced for about 4 years. During that time she has dated several men, but only once or twice each with less than desirable outcomes. Like me, she has grown to enjoy her freedom. And like me, she is not sure she wants to get married again or even live with anyone. But we both are sexually charged individuals, so what do you do? Answer: find a fuck buddy! We think we each have now. Other information: she wants to be able to have sex 2 or 3 times a week! she is bisexual, or has been at one time in her life -- no partners in the last 3 years although she has her eye on the 20-something Asian woman who moved into the apartment next to her two weeks ago. She "might" be interested in a small group thing sometime with the right people and open to explore "other new things" (although we didn't fully explore what those might be).
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43 | The Accountant | janetsue | Anal | 2007-06-28 | 2007-11-15 | 2022-01-08 12:10:28 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-accountant | 1. A little office deception leads to a fantastic evening. 2. He had the husband & wife; now, a new employee. | ['Bi Sex', 'Cum Swallowing', 'Office', 'Swinging'] | 4.53 | I guess I should be ashamed of myself, but I'm not, really. A little guilty maybe, but not ashamed. I took advantage of a situation that I probably shouldn't have, but you know, I think it's going to work out for everybody concerned.
I'm a mid-level manager for a medium size company, and I have about twenty or so employees. Our department has three accountants, one a senior accountant in charge of the other two. The senior accountant, an older guy, decided to retire, and management told me to promote one of the remaining guys to the senior position, and then hire someone to replace him.
Well, one of the remaining accountants had been with us for only six months, so I wasn't going to promote him to senior accountant. The other guy, Rodney, was a mousy sort of guy who you would never think of calling "Rod", but had been with us for several years and did good work, so he was the logical choice for the promotion.
Of course I had to go through the company required motions of interviewing both men for the job. The first guy knew that he wasn't ready for promotion yet, and just about told me so in his interview, so I knew there'd be no trouble in promoting Rodney. But for some reason I toyed with Rodney in his interview, telling him that whoever got the promotion would have to fit in with all the company's expectations, and that one of the expectations would be the determination of a candidate's stable home life.
Actually, during this interview I had the idea that maybe I could get a free dinner out of this. Being single for many years, I was tired of my own cooking, and eating out could be expensive. I told Rodney that as part of determining the stability of his home life, perhaps I should meet his wife and we could all chat over dinner somewhere. At the mention of having dinner out, he became somewhat flustered, and finally said that he'd talk it over with his wife.
The next day Rodney approached me, and in a nervous sort of way, asked that instead of a dinner out, perhaps I would go to his house for dinner. I found out later that Rodney was very uncomfortable in social settings, he and his wife never went to parties, for instance, but I thought sure, why not, and I accepted his invitation for dinner at his house.
A few days later I arrived at Rodney's residence, a small condo set off from the others in the area. I met his wife, Janet, who was a pretty woman, about thirty, and with a good figure from what I could tell. She was wearing loose, non-descript clothing with her hair pulled back in some kind of old fashioned bun, and was about as mousy as her husband. During our introduction and most of the conversation she kept her eyes on the floor.
During the dinner, while she was next to me changing plates, I slipped my arm around her waist and gave her a little tug toward me. She leaned toward me, with no objection from her or her husband. A bit later, when she was next to me again, I slipped my hand lower and rested it on her soft ass, again with no objection. I guess it was at this point that my desire merely for a free dinner took an unethical turn, and at my next opportunity I not only rested my hand on Janet's ass, but I very obviously caressed it. I knew Rodney could see this, but again no one seemed to object to my subtle advances.
I had brought a bottle of after-dinner wine, and when the meal was finished I opened the bottle and we brought it into the living room. I sat on a sofa, Rodney sat across from me on an easy chair, and after a moment or two Janet came into the room, and with nowhere else to sit, sat next to me. We all had a few sips of the wine, and as we chatted, I casually rested my hand on Janet's knee. As we finished the wine, I talked with Rodney about the company, and as I did so, I moved my hand further up Janet's leg. I made up some official- sounding story about how the person promoted into the senior accountant's job would have to be a company man and agreeable to management's actions. I moved my hand all the way up Janet's thigh, and started to rub up and down, getting closer to her crotch each time. I was doing this in full view of Rodney, and although I knew he could see what I was doing, he seemed too enthralled with the idea of the promotion to object.
As I continued my b.s. about what would be expected of a company man, I moved my hand down, then under Janet's skirt and back up to her bare thigh. My fingers were soon rubbing along her panties, then down between her legs. I moved the edge of the fabric of her panties aside and slid my fingers down along her pussy lips. The only reaction from Janet was a gasp as my finger dipped between her lips, and as I glanced at Rodney, his gaze seemed to be transfixed at my hand in the area of his wife's pussy. At this point I decided to raise the ante.
"Stand up," I commanded Janet, "and take those off."
After only a second's hesitation she did what I asked as Rodney watched, seemingly fascinated. As she stood next to me holding her panties in her hand, I slid my hand all the way up her skirt to her pussy. I was surprised to find that she was very wet, and I slid one finger, then two, into her very easily. She let out just a little moan, and I could see that her head was tilted back and her eyes were closed.
I looked at Rodney, but he was just watching his wife. "Rodney!" I called out to him, but there was no reaction. "Rodney!" I called louder, and with a start he turned toward me. "Take off your pants," I ordered him. He immediately stood up and peeled off his trousers and undershorts. His cock was short, but I saw that he was hard, and I realized that he was enjoying watching me fingering his wife.
"Janet, take off your top," I directed his wife, and as she started unbuttoning I slipped off my pants and undershorts. As she slid off her top, unsnapped her bra and dropped both to the floor, I could see that her gaze was on my cock. As she stood next to me I could see her soft breasts, not overly large, but certainly more than would fit in my hand. Her nipples were hard and pointing out toward me as in invitation. I took her hand and fit it around my cock. She simply held it there, but after I took it and moved it up and down in a stroking motion, she continued the motion on her own. I looked at Rodney, but he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were on his wife's hand stroking my cock which was becoming harder by the second.
I thought maybe Rodney needed a little more incentive about this time, so I said, "Rodney, a management position such as the one you want demands that the person holding that position will be a team person that will do what is required for the good of the company. My visit here this evening is to determine not only whether or not you can be a team player, but whether your wife will also fulfill her part of that role."
Rodney looked at me with almost a look of desperation, so I continued my part of the charade by offering him a chance to stop what was happening, or to continue.
"You can stop my evaluation process, if you'd like, Rodney," I continued, "but the choice is up to you. Do you want me to stop?"
"Oh, no," Rodney said almost immediately with the desperation in his voice that I had seen in his eyes moments earlier.
"And you," I said to Janet, "would you like to stop my evaluation for your husband's chance at promotion?"
Janet only shook her head back and forth without moving her gaze from my cock as her hand continued to stroke me.
"Ok, then," I said, as I spread my legs a little. "Come and move over here and kneel between my legs." As she did so, I told Rodney to sit on the couch next to me, since I wanted him to get a good view of what was going on.
Once Janet was in position, I told her, "Now take it in your mouth and do the same thing your hand was doing." Her warm mouth was immediately around my cock, and she followed my instructions well by bobbing her head up and down along the length of it. I could see that Rodney, with his little cock standing up, was intently watching my cock sliding in and out of his wife's mouth.
But about this time I thought that maybe I needed some insurance from Rodney someday going to my upper management and perhaps filing some sort of sexual harassment claim over this "evaluation." I needed something that would make it too embarrassing for him to describe what was going on here. At the same time I wondered if it would be any different to be sucked on by a man than by a woman.
So I said to Rodney, as I reached down and casually fondled one of his wife's tits, "Has Janet ever done this to you?", pointing to her mouth sliding along my rigid cock. When he shook his head negatively, I asked, "Would you like her to?" His head eagerly bobbed up and down as he continued to watch what Janet was doing to my cock.
"Ok, then," I said, "but to have her do it to you, you should know how it feels to her, so I want you to take her place and do just what she's doing." Rodney hesitated only for an instant before sliding off the couch, and as Janet moved to one side, he moved between my legs and put his mouth around my cock and imitated his wife's up and down movements. My question was answered, because I couldn't tell any difference between how it felt to be sucked by the wife or the husband. As he continued to suck me I reached over and played with Janet's tits, making her hard nipples even harder, either from my touch or her watching her husband sucking on my cock. I then moved my hand under her skirt and plunged two fingers up into her pussy. She started to breathe harder as I plunged my fingers up and back inside her and she watched her husband's action on my cock. In a few moments more she gave a gasp, then a soft moan and collapsed against the arm of the couch, and I felt the contractions of her pussy around my fingers as she orgasmed. Rodney looked up in alarm, but I assured him that his wife was alright, and that he should go and sit back down in the chair.
In a few more moments Janet opened her eyes again, and the first thing she looked at was my hard cock sticking up in the air. Of her own will, she knelt across my lap and took my cock in her mouth once more, stroking along its length as her head bobbed up and down in rhythm. Her mouth was so sweet and soft, and I pumped my hips a few times in a fucking motion into her mouth. But I didn't want to cum yet, I saw there was much more in store for me here, so I pulled away from her, and pointed her toward her husband's stiff little cock. She immediately moved to him, took it into her mouth and performed the same stroking and sucking motions that she had just done with me.
She's getting good at this, I thought, but she had drawn her mouth along him only about a dozen times before I heard him grunt and thrust himself up into her mouth as he came. Janet's head jerked up as Rodney's cum spattered across her lips, but with my hand on the back of her head I urged her back down on to her husband's cock.
"Drink it down," I told her. "Swallow it all, and keep sucking on him slowly until you've gotten it all." Janet did as she was told, and when Rodney's spent cock finally slipped out of her mouth, I told her to kiss him. I watched as their lips met, and I wondered what he thought of the taste of his own semen.
I had Janet stand up and take off her skirt, then sit on the couch, lean back and spread her legs. Her pussy was wide open and her moisture glistened along her lips as I knelt in front of her and touched my tongue to her slit. She gasped as I ran my tongue around her clit, and to add to her pleasure I slid two fingers into her. She was mewing softly as my fingers and tongue worked in and around her pussy. I lapped up and down along her pussy lips and in between them, but when I moved up and started a sucking action on her clit, her mews turned to moans. I wet a finger of my other hand with her juices and moved it below her pussy to the opening of her ass. She jumped as I touched her there, but when I pushed the tip of my finger just a little into her asshole, she gave a loud deep guttural groan, then convulsed into a penetrating orgasm. Her knees clamped around me and she pushed my head down hard against her cunt.
When she finally relaxed and her breathing slowed, I could stand it no longer. I stood up, took off the rest of my clothes, then bent over and as her husband watched, I slid my cock deep into Janet's wet pussy. I didn't move for a few moments, savoring the warm tight feeling of being inside her, and as I looked at her I could see a little smile on her face. I started to pump into her and leaned over and held her breasts in my hands as my mouth sucked on one nipple, then the other. I pumped into her hard, almost slamming my cock into her cunt. But after a dozen hard strokes I realized that if I kept that up I'd be cumming too soon.
Rodney had moved next to me so that he could better see what was going on, and I noticed that to his credit he was hard again. I reluctantly pulled my cock from Janet's pussy, and motioned to Rodney to take my cock, with all his wife's juices on it, into his mouth. In an instant he was sucking on me, tasting his wife along with my precum. As Janet watched, he sucked and stroked my cock, and I finally had to pull away from him.
"Ok, enough of that, Rodney, come over and kneel between Janet's legs," I directed him. He did as he was told, and as he gazed straight into his wife's pussy, I realized that he had probably never directly looked into her cunt before. I told him how to lean forward and lick along her lips, then in between them, but when I touched her clit in showing him where else to lick and suck, she gave another moan. Rodney was startled, but I assured him this was normal, it only meant she was feeling pleasure. I guided his fingers into her pussy, and it was obvious he had never done that before. They both were getting into it now, she was mewing again, and Rodney was enjoying giving her pleasure by licking and sucking her pussy where my cock had been deeply embedded just minutes before. Then I showed him how to wet a finger of his other hand in his wife's juices, and I guided it to Janet's asshole. She started to moan, and as Rodney's finger penetrated her tight hole, Janet moaned loudly and rocked into another deep orgasm.
As she came down from her high, I realized that two of her orgasms had been brought on by having her asshole played with. I grinned inwardly, knowing that I was going to kick this situation up another notch. I gently took her arm and got her to kneel in the middle of the floor, her legs spread a little and her face turned sideways down on the carpet. I brought her arms around and had her spread her cheeks, opening her pussy and asshole to the gaze of her husband and me. I wet my middle finger and rubbed it around the tight skin of her hole, then with a little effort, pushed it inside.
"Uh," said Janet, and as I started a gentle stroking, she continued with "Uh, uh, uh," in time to my strokes. I went in a little deeper each time, and in a moment she was pushing back in rhythm to my strokes.
Rodney watched with a look of amazement on his face. I could tell that he had never heard of anal play, so I withdrew my finger and urged Rodney close to his wife's ass.
"Lick it," I told him, and when he hesitated, I said, "She will really like it, I know, and as you do it, put two fingers up inside her pussy."
Rodney gave a little shrug as if to say, "What the heck, ok," buried his face between his wife's cheeks, and I could see his fingers slide into her cunt.
I had to pee, and as I walked to the bathroom I could hear Janet's breathing getting heavier. In a bathroom cabinet I found a tube of ointment, then took my pee. I walk back out to Janet and held my cock, with a few drops of urine on the tip, out to her. She raised up and took my cock in her mouth and swallowed it all the way down, and tasting my urine, I know.
I pushed Rodney away from his wife's ass, then told him to take the ointment and smear a liberal
amount around her asshole. "Make sure there's a lot of that on your finger, too, and slide your finger into her," I directed him. Janet gave a loud "Aaahh," as her husband's finger penetrated her, and in a few moments she was pushing her ass back against him, setting up a rocking motion with him. I had him add another finger to the first, and even though she pulled away from him a little when the second finger went into her, in another moment she was again rocking back and forth against her husband's hand.
I just sat for another minute or so, hardly believing that I was watching this timid employee finger fuck his equally timid wife's ass. But those few minutes were about all I could stand.
"Ok, Rodney, now smear that ointment all around me," I said, pushing my rigid cock toward him. Rodney obediently rubbed the ointment all around my cock, and gave it a few extra strokes, I thought, but then what I was going to do next was just starting to dawn on him. He watched as I lined myself up behind his wife, and with her still spreading her cheeks, I touched the head of my cock to her asshole. It must have suddenly also dawned on Janet as to what I was intending as she gave a little cry and pulled away a little. I pulled her back toward me and pushed my cock against her opening. With all the lubrication and finger action it didn't take much to get the head of my dick into her, but I stopped there to see what Janet would do at that point. To my amazement, she slowly pushed against me so that more of my cock entered her, then pulled away a little, then came back again, and I realized that I wasn't fucking her ass, her ass was fucking me.
As her husband watched this anal action, I could hear Janet very quietly saying something. I leaned down toward her and heard her saying very quietly, but in time with her stroking, "So good, so good, so good!" I smiled to myself, and as I watched my glistening dick sliding in and out of her, I thought, I met this mousy-looking woman just an hour or so ago, and here I am, fucking her very willing ass as her husband watches.
I was soon buried up to my balls in Janet's ass with each of our strokes, but in a moment more I started to think that as far along as I had taken this "job interview", I might need some additional insurance against Rodney ever taking any formal adverse action against me. So I slowed my stroking, and asked him if he'd like to do what I was doing. Without taking his eyes from the spot where my cock was slowly stroking into his wife, he gave several emphatic nods.
"Ok, then," I said, "but you know what's required here. If you want to do this to her, you'll have to...?"
"Yes, yes, I know," he answered, "I'll have to have it done to me." He quickly copied his wife's position on the floor, reaching around behind himself and pulling his cheeks apart. I had pulled out of Janet, and she moved around behind her husband. With her staring at Rodney's rear, it was obvious that she had never seen a man in this position before, and I'll have to admit that I never had either. I quickly instructed her to put the ointment all around her husband's ass, then an additional amount on my hard dick. Like her husband had done, Janet stroked me a few extra times, then as I directed, she slipped one of her fingers up into his asshole. Rodney gasped as Janet's finger first penetrated him, then was just holding his breath as she stroked him, going deeper each time. In another moment, even without a word from me, she slipped a second finger into him, imitating what he had done to her just a short time before. Rodney gave a soft grunt, then seemed to relax himself enough to accept his wife's fingers in his ass. He soon was rocking back against her hand, and I could tell from the smile on Janet's face that she was enjoying this turn-about.
I moved then to position my cock up to Rodney's spread ass and as Janet withdrew her fingers she leaned over and gave the head of my dick a little kiss. She watched closely as I put my dick right up against his puckered hole. "Hold still, dear, and just relax now," she said to him, then turned to me and said, "I think he's ready, push it in now." Wow, I thought, she's giving me directions on how to fuck her husband's ass!
So I pushed, met a little resistance, then the head of my cock disappeared inside him. Rodney grunted a little, but didn't move away, then as his wife looked on, I slid in a little deeper, moved out a bit, then slid in deeper still. I kept up this motion until my dick was buried deep inside him, and noticed surprisingly that if I didn't look at him, Rodney's ass didn't feel much different than Janet's. I moved out some, then back in, and Rodney responded as his wife had, rocking against me with each stroke. Soon I was all but slamming into his ass, and when I glanced at Janet I saw that her eyes were fixed on when my cock was disappearing into her husband's ass, but one of her hands was busy rubbing one a nipple and the other was stroking into her pussy. I reached over, and while my cock was rocking into Rodney's ass, I played with Janet's tit. Pretty soon, though, I could tell with all that was going on I was on the verge of cumming. I didn't want to cum in Rodney's ass, so I pulled out, pushed Janet over onto her knees, and slipped my rigid cock back into her ass. She willingly took me in, and pushed back against me, driving my dick deep into her. But when I looked over at Rodney, I remembered I had told him that he could fuck his wife in the ass after he got fucked. So I pulled out of Janet, and motioned to Rodney to take my place. I watched him slip his cock into where mine had just been, and in a moment they were both stroking each other.
I moved around the floor to where I could position my cock at Janet's face. Without any urging she leaned over and took my cock, which a moment before had been buried in her ass, into her mouth. With her hand and soft lips she started stroking me, and I responded by moving my hips and driving my cock into her mouth in a fucking motion.
"Umm, umm, umm," Janet hummed around my cock as I timed my strokes into her mouth with the strokes of her husband into her ass. Suddenly Rodney gave a guttural groan as he came, and at the same time Janet convulsed into another orgasm. With all this, I just couldn't take it any more, and the cum suddenly spurted from my cock into the back of Janet's throat. Goose bumps stood out on my skin as spurt after spurt erupted from my dick, and I could see her swallowing as she went through the last stages of her own orgasm. Finally I started to feel the last of my cum, and as I pulled my dick from Janet's mouth, the final dribbles dripped down her chin.
Later, when I had dressed, and was ready to leave, I saw that both husband and wife were still on the floor in a complete sexually satisfied daze. Janet just looked up at me with a hazy well-fucked smile with that drop of my cum still on her chin, but Rodney raised himself up on an elbow, and said, "Was everything all right, do you think we'd be ok for me to have a chance at the promotion?"
Wow, did I feel just a little guilty at that point. Of course he had the job already, he just didn't know it. But I had to keep up the pretense, so I said, "You and Janet did just fine, Rodney, and I'll be glad to recommend you for the new job."
A few weeks later, after Rodney had the promotion and was settled in his new job, he came into my office to ask some question. I had behaved perfectly professional with him since my visit to his house, and I answered his question in a friendly but still professional manner. But even then he sort of hung around, and I could tell there was something else on his mind. "Is there something else, Rodney?" I asked.
"Uh, I guess, yes," he answered. "I wondered if maybe you'd like to come over to our home for dinner again sometime soon."
Whew, my pulse raced at the thought of another sexually exciting evening with Rodney and his wife, but I simply said, "Well, certainly, I'd be happy to."
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44 | Accountants Get It in the End | my_other_life | Anal | 2017-02-21 | 2017-02-21 | 2022-01-08 09:48:22 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/accountants-get-it-in-the-end | Embezzler pays with her ass and she returns the favor. | ['Anal', 'Anal Sex', 'Blackmail', 'Co-Workers', 'Mf', 'Pegging', 'Strap-On', 'Unusual Relationship'] | 4.52 | _I'd like to thank Flute 107 for challenging me to make this story better and theMasterBaiter for the later edits and several crucial improvements. I also want to thank Whispersecret for her excellent article on dialogue punctuation._
Although I liked the idea for the story I had no experience with anal sex. I did some online research but took it a step further by trying it with toys. While literally a pain in the ass the story is much more realistic because of the experience.
I really appreciate the help from the very understanding staffs at the local Adam & Eve and Katz stores while buying the toys and accessories I needed.
Finally, a reminder suggested by theMasterBaiter – be sure to read the story tags so you won't be surprised by how things turn out in the end(s) for both characters.
*****
Section 1 – The End at the Beginning
Jessica flew into my office in a panic. "John, you've got to help me!"
"Damn it," I thought. I have to deal with the fallout from the accounting audit and now she has some stupid emergency – this definitely wasn't starting out well for her. "Slow down. What's up?" I asked.
"Remember Roger and the money he took? Well, the investigation is continuing and now they're going to think I took some of it!"
People felt comfortable with me and often came to me with their problems so I knew what to say. "Jessica, you should be fine. They have to prove you did it and they won't be able to find any evidence if you didn't," I explained.
With that her head sank into her hands and she whispered, "That's the problem. I did take some of the money. Actually, a lot. It was a few thousand. I'll go to jail because of it."
I sucked in my breath. This put me in a hell of a spot. I'd just been promoted because my old boss hadn't caught the theft that was being investigated. "If you did it, maybe you should turn yourself in. I'm sure they'll go easy on you," I said.
"N-no, no, they've already started the investigation so it'll look like I was just trying to get away with it. You're the finance guy; you can change things so it looks like Roger took that money too. He's already busted for hundreds of thousands, what's a little more to him? He won't even remember it."
"Do you understand that my butt will be fired if I altered records and got caught?"
"I could go to jail if I get busted," she sobbed. "Please John, I'll do anything. I don't want to go to jail. Maybe I can, you know, do something for you," she said with a scared but hopeful look.
I wasn't quite sure where this was going. Jessica is really cute, about 5'-5", thin but not skinny with small pert breasts that she loves to show off with tight t-shirts and blouses. Her best feature though is her beautiful face, framed by medium length brown hair. She's fun and flirty but a bit vain and self-centered which is likely how she got into this mess. That's something I wouldn't forget even though I could see she was really scared. Besides, I was mad that she was trying to drag me into this.
"Look, this is really serious. No amount of money you can offer is worth my job," I said firmly.
"You don't understand. I know I can't offer you money but I can offer, y-you know, me," she said, pleading with her big brown eyes.
I was taken aback – what was she offering? I was really pissed that she was trying to get me involved but I was interested in what she might offer. "What do you have in mind?"
"I, um, I could do a, you know, a blow, I mean oral sex. Would you help me out?" she again pleaded. I decided to play hardball – I could go to jail to so this should be worth it.
"I can get that for $10 from a professional. I don't think that's enough to risk going to jail for."
Crestfallen, she looked down was silent for a few moments then quietly whispered, "Look, I'll have sex with you."
"What was that?" I asked in surprise. I really wasn't actually expecting her to go that far.
"I'll have sex with you," she said still barely whispering.
I leaned down within a few inches of her face. I could see the moisture around her eyes – she was really desperate. "Do you understand that I'm not involved and I don't want my ass going to jail," I fiercely whispered to her.
Looking at me pleading she said, "I don't want m-my ass in jail either."
That terrible idea was turning into a plan. To this day I can't believe I even thought of doing something like that. Taking a deep breath I pushed ahead.
"Well, is your ass worth keeping out of jail?"
"Y-yes," she said quietly.
"Then maybe you should offer it," I said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean maybe you should offer your ass," I said firmly.
"Oh no, do you mean sex in, in my butt? Anal sex? That's wrong."
"Yeah, so is stealing from the company. So, that's your choice – I'll risk my ass for yours."
"Please don't make me do that," she whispered with real fear in her voice.
"That's my price – take it or leave it," I said trying to sound like I felt no remorse.
But how could I even say that? When the words came out it was as if someone else was saying them. It was so unlike me. I was the nice guy in the office. But, while Jessica was vulnerable her haughty attitude and the fact that she really thought she could make me risk everything so she could have some spending money just pissed me off.
She stared at the floor, stifling a sob, then looked up with tears running down her cheeks and said, "I hate you but I don't want to go to jail. When do you want to do this perverted thing?"
I gently grabbed hold of her wrists but she recoiled in fear. I said, "Let's do it this evening, your place after work. Be sure to get a good lubricant. Give me your address and I'll be there. And while you're here, let's see what you've got." I reached out and touched her beautiful cheek, tracing the tears running down it. Then she sat immobile as I slid down her neck to her breasts and gently squeezed her.
Reaching down further I moved between her legs. She jumped when I touched her thighs beneath her skirt, and I began caressing her pussy through her panties. Although she remained immobile, her breath quickened as I stroked her warm slit and clitoris that I could clearly feel beneath the thin material.
Leaning forward I kissed her, then leaned into her ear and said, "Tonight, 6 PM. Write your address on this pad, and don't forget the lube." She stifled a sob as I reminded her of what was coming that night.
For the rest of the afternoon I could hardly work. My heart pounded. A thousand times I thought of cancelling the rendezvous, or just having sex, or covering for her without any cost to her, or just letting her take the fall. Why was I doing this? How could I do it? Luckily I didn't see Jessica at all. After discreetly asking I found out she'd left early, shortly after we met in my office. Would she go through with this? Would I? Finally, feeling almost possessed as though I was not really in control of my own body I left my office and went to my car a little early – I had to do some shopping.
I showed up at her apartment at 6:00 sharp with the small bag of things I bought. She opened the door, wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts. She looked amazing. "Come in. I guess we just need to get this over with," she said resignedly.
I asked, "In here or the bedroom?"
"I, I guess in the bedroom. I might as well be as comfortable as possible."
Suddenly gripping my arm, she leaned closer and said urgently, "You won't hurt me, will you? You could really hurt me badly. I'm afraid of what might happen – I Googled it and read that I could get a perforated rectum and die from it. I'm scared John and I really don't want to do this. Couldn't we just have regular sex? I don't have a lot of experience but I can learn," she pleaded.
Was there something wrong with me? "No, your ass is the only thing you can trade for the risk I'm taking. And yes, if someone was rough you could be hurt but I'm not going to do that. I'm not that big and the lube will ease the penetration. You'll be fine – probably sore but this shouldn't be easy for you after what you've done." Sighing with resignation and still fearful, she led me to her bedroom.
"Do you have the lubricant?" I asked. She reached over to the night stand and handed me a small bottle. Looking at it, I noticed she'd bought a small bottle of cheap lubricant. "Jessica, we can't use this. I don't think there's enough and it's not very good."
"Oh, I didn't know. I just went in and bought something then left quickly. I can't believe I messed that up. Will it hurt more?"
"No it won't because we're not going to use this one." I reached into my bag and pulled out a large bottle of premium anal lubricant. This stuff was like buying wine and seemed to cost as much. "We'll use this. It's literally the best one they had." She looked at me in surprise but before she could speak I said, "I told you I'm not here to hurt you. Are you ready?" Still looking a little dazed she just nodded her head.
"OK, I'll take off your pants now," I said as I reached for the waistband of her shorts. I pulled her shorts and panties down together, sliding them down her long shapely legs until she stepped out of them. There she stood before me naked from the waist down shyly trying to cover her brown bush with her hands.
I quickly stepped out of my pants and boxers, freeing my already erect penis. She gasped when she saw it. "You said you were small! You can't shove that in my backside," she said with real fear in her voice.
"I told you I'd be gentle, and I'm not that big. Now, do you want to do this face down or face up?" I asked.
She thought for a second, uncertain as she hadn't thought of that. "I-I don't know. I guess face down."
I said, "OK," and placed a few pillows at the edge of the bed. I then gently positioned her face down over the pillows, with her feet on the floor and her ass sticking up. She was stiff with fear but what a sight! Jessica's incredibly body was there for me, her firm rounded ass cheeks high in the air and her pink slit visible between her smooth thighs. I couldn't help but run my hands over her body.
She stiffened even more as I teased her swollen clitoris and slid my hands along her plump labia. She flinched when I slowly parted her and slipped one finger into her body. She was surprisingly wet. As I continued to finger fuck her I felt her relaxing. She probably thought I'd changed my mind but the whole time I was focused on the inviting crack between her pale cheeks.
"Ok, I promised I wouldn't hurt you so I bought something else." Curious, she turned around as I pulled an Adam & Eve Booty Camp training kit from my bag.
"What is that?" she asked hesitantly.
"These are three different sizes of anal plugs. I did some research to make sure we did this right. We'll start with the smallest so you can get used to it and we'll slowly work up to the largest size which is about the same as me." I looked into her worried eyes and said, "You did something very bad and you asked me to risk a lot. But I'm going to hurt you."
I could see the relief in her eyes. "Thank you," she said softly.
"Wait here a moment while I get these ready," I said, then went into her bathroom and carefully washed the brand new training plugs. I could see her on the bed as she watched me. "Ok, all done. You ready?" She grunted in acknowledgement.
"Spread your legs a bit, it'll make it easier," I said gently. Taking the bottle, I spread her cheeks with one hand and watched her puckered little opening convulse. She gasped as the cold fluid poured onto her body. Keeping her cheeks spread I reached out and touched her hole – I could hear her gasp as she jerked forward. I asked, "Everything OK?"
"No. No one's ever touched me there. This is so humiliating," she stammered.
"It'll be OK. It'll make amends for stealing that money."
"I really wish I'd never taken that money," she whispered.
Liberally covered in lube, I slowly pressed the smallest plug into her backside. Her breathing quickened as I pushed the small plug into her, spreading her little hole to accommodate it. I was surprised at how easily it slid in! "How are you doing?" I asked.
"O-ok," she replied.
As I gently slid the plug deeper I watched in fascination as her anal opening expanded with the plug. When the widest part was just sliding in the plug suddenly slid out of my fingers and penetrated until the flared base was hard up against her backside. Jessica gasped and bucked, and let out an involuntary cry of ... pleasure?
"You OK?" I asked.
In a ragged voice she said, "Yeah. That feels so weird."
I gently stroked her smooth backside and leaned forward. "Weird as in good?"
"Ummm... maybe," she said between panting.
I grasped the base and slowly, teasingly pulled the plug back. Jessica began to gyrate her hips as I worked the small plug in and out of her little opening, pushing the lubricant deeper and deeper. Inside the bedroom the only sounds were the ticking of a clock, the soft wet sound as I penetrated her and our ragged breathing.
"Are you ready for the next one?" I asked.
"Yes, no, I don't know. It's not as bad as I thought it would be."
I slowly pulled the small plug out of her. She bucked again as her sphincter tightly clung to the well lubricated plug being withdrawn from her butt. Setting it aside, I grabbed the middle size plug and touched the tip to her now tightly closed anus.
"Ready? "
"Slowly, please."
It was a repeat of the smaller one, only the reaction was stronger. She cried out as her body took the widest part and pulled the plug up into her. In a few moments she was bucking back and forth as I slide the anal plug in and out past her tight sphincter muscle.
My cock was straining as I teased Jessica with the plug. After a few moments I asked, "Are you ready for the big one?"
"I guess so," she said raggedly. Was there a little excitement in her voice?
Seeing now how to excite her, I made sure I withdrew the middle size plug very slowly. The careful attention was paying off as Jessica panted with pleasure. As I withdrew the plug I saw again that her anus smoothly closed, remaining open only for a split second as I pulled the tip out of her. I set the middle plug down and grasped the biggest one.
"Do you want me to put some more lube in?"
Jessica nodded, so I pushed the bottle against her opening and gave a good squeeze. "Oh shit, yes," she moaned, and then turned back to me embarrassed. "I mean, please use more lubrication," she said blushing deeply.
"Well, you sound ready. Here it goes." Jessica tensed as I pushed the tip of the plug against her still tiny opening and slowly inserted it. I could see Jessica tighten up even more and hear her breathing become more rapid as I slowly slid it into her. Surprisingly, just as the widest part of the plug was entering her I encountered a lot of resistance and Jessica gasped.
"No, no, stop for a second," she managed to get out.
"Ok, I'm stopped. There's just a little more but it's the biggest part."
"I don't think it's going to fit!"
"I'll pull it out and put more lube in. That should help."
From reading the reviews on the plugs I figured this might be a problem but if we couldn't get this one in I wouldn't fit either. Jessica gasped again as I slowly, very slowly, pulled the plug out and slowly pushed it back in while wiggling it. I think she was enjoying this! As the last of the plug came out her opening smoothly closed until with a very slight pop it came out. I spread her cheeks with one hand, inserted the lube into her exposed hole and squeezed.
"Oh shit! That feels cold."
"Sorry, I was trying to get it in there."
"It's OK now."
I figured the more the better so I continued spreading the lubricant all around her opening. She squirmed as it started dripping down her thighs.
Dropping the lube, it wasn't long before I slowly pushed the plug against her tight anus and began working it in, back and forth, side to side. Jessica's moaning and movement told me she was really enjoying this. I reached around her left side and underneath her with my free hand to massage her clitoris, which really got her moving. But no matter how carefully I worked it I couldn't seem to get the big plug all the way in. I was getting frustrated but I had to be careful – I really was afraid of hurting her.
Working back and forth I pushed a little harder which elicited a cry from Jessica. "It's not going to fit!" she said breathlessly.
Sternly I said, "If this doesn't fit, I'm not going to fit. And if I don't fit I'm not going to be happy."
"I wish I hadn't taken that money. Just, just push it in slowly, I'll try to relax."
I really didn't want to hurt her but this needed to happen. Working back and forth, with more lube, and playing with her clit I pushed it just a little deeper each time. Jessica groaned and gasped. It was hard to tell from pleasure or from pain but she wasn't yelling stop yet.
I drew the plug back about a half inch then pushed it back in using more force. Jessica's head jerk upward and her whole body bucked as she let out a short cry. Suddenly the widest part of the plug disappeared inside Jessica and her sphincter muscle quickly swallowed the plug until the base rested against her cheeks. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," she cried out.
I waited a moment for her to catch her breath.
"It's in – your behind just pulled it out of my hand. Everything looks OK."
Still breathing rapidly she said, "It's so big. I can't believe you pushed that in me. "
Eager to keep going I said, "I'll just slowly work it in and out a bit." I moved it back and forth but not all the way out since her anus enlarged alarmingly when I pulled the largest part near her opening. She finally got a little more used to it, so I dared to pull it out a bit more.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she panted as it stretched her on its way out. I'm not quite sure why but I figured I should push it back in before she squeezed back. I slid it slowly back in, and before her ass could pull it back in I slowly pulled it back out, back and forth a few times. From the "Oh, yes, no, yes, oh shit!" she kept repeating I was guessing this was giving her an intense mix of pleasure and pain.
"How are you doing?"
"Shit, shit, shit. OK, just stop for a second," she was finally able to say. I stopped with it partially withdrawn and briefly relaxed my grip. In that split second the lube slick plug slipped out of my hand and her sphincter rapidly pulled it in, drawing a loud, "Oomph!" from her.
"Ooh, sorry, I lost my grip. Do you want me to take it out? Once it's out you'll be ready to take me."
Grunting, she said, "Yeah, just... pull it out." I slowly pulled it back out, hearing her sharp intake of breath as it stretched her to maximum, then the huge exhale of relief as it got smaller and finally out. Excess lubricant flowed out of her rear and down her thighs. I reached for the tissues by her bed and cleaned her up while she stayed in position just breathing hard.
After a few moments she sighed and resignedly said, "I guess I'm ready. I can't believe I'm going to do this."
"We'll take it slowly and carefully. Just relax". I spread more lubricant into and onto her as well has on my engorged penis. I worked patiently to make sure I did it right. Grasping her cheeks with both hands I spread her wide, fully exposing her now slick little opening. "OK, I'm ready. Here it goes." Her whole body stiffened again and her breathing became very rapid as my raging hard-on touched her opening.
Now she was getting nervous. "John, I'm not sure I can do this," she whispered and pleaded.
"It's too late for that," I tersely whispered back as my penis began pushing open her tight sphincter. She started moaning as my head widened her hole ever larger and pushed ever deeper into her back door, again violating a privacy she thought was sacrosanct.
Her whole body was shaking as I pushed deeper. She shuddered as my head slipped past her sphincter. I paused, letting her get used to the penetration, then slowly slid further in. She was so tight! Her breathing was fast and shallow as she pleaded her second thoughts. But I wasn't going to stop now. For her this was a violation that she brought on herself. I pushed deeper and deeper into this girl that only a few hours before was just a co-worker. It took several minutes but finally I bumped against her smooth pale cheeks, my penis fully inside her. "I'm all the way in," I panted. Her reply was indecipherable but her body was heaving up and down from breathing so rapidly.
I looked down at Jessica, fully impaled on my cock. Now, I was going to make sure she knew I was there. I slowly pulled back then slowly slid back into her. The lubricant made it easy despite the intense pressure of her tight sphincter muscles. Soon I was nearly withdrawing almost fully and sliding all the way back in.
I gripped her hips more tightly and ploughed into her ass while Jessica grunted beneath me. I couldn't tell if how she felt but I slowed briefly and breathlessly asked, "How does it feel?"
"Fucker!" she gasped. "How do you think it feels? There's a pole shoved up my butt."
Well, I guess she wasn't having the best time but I sure was. "Maybe this'll help". I reached beneath her and began massaging her clit. She began humping back, moaning but still saying, "Fucker". My fingers reached inside of her and I could actually feel my dick pumping in and out through the thin barrier separating her vagina and her anus.
"Now?" I asked.
"It hurts," she whispered. I didn't want to hurt her, so I pulled back out a little bit and could feel her relaxing.
"Is that better?" I asked again.
"Better. Just don't go in so deep."
It was very difficult not to push all the way in but I watched very closely to make sure I only I got about four inches in. I tried to make up for depth with speed, sliding in and out fast. I came the first time after only a few minutes, unable to hold back because of how tight and beautiful Jessica was and the novelty of fucking her ass for the first time. But I remained hard and continued carefully plunging partially into her behind for another few minutes. Now that I'd cum I started paying more attention to rubbing her clit and carefully massaging the inside of her pussy. To my surprise she started bucking back after a few moments. Was she enjoying this? I kind of hoped so.
It wasn't long before Jessica arched her back and began crying out. Even with me deep inside her behind she was reaching a climax. It wasn't long before I came a second time and I collapsed on top of her, trembling but careful to keep most of my weight on my elbows.
We lay there draped across the pile of pillows, both of us trying to catch our breaths. I rested against her back, gently stroking her shoulders for the longest time.
I leaned to her ear and whispered, "Are you OK?"
She answered quietly between deep breaths, - "You're" – "Still" – "A fucker".
"I kept my promise. I didn't hurt you"
"Maybe. Probably not."
She finally caught her breath. Without even turning her head she said, "Can you pull your dick out of my ass now?"
"Yeah, sure." I leaned back, using the bed as support to keep my weight off of her. I was still hard and getting harder again as I could see myself buried deep within her backside. I slowly pulled out, watching as her stretched anus puckered up with alongside my slick penis. Jessica started panting again as I withdrew, then gasped as my head stretched her one final time. As soon as the tip cleared her hole my penis immediately popped up and flicked cum onto her back. Jessica sighed in obvious relief and I could see the remaining tenseness in her body slip away.
I leaned back and stared fascinated at her anal opening. It used to be closed tight, puckered and light pink. Now it was gaping wide open and deeper pink color splashed with my white cum. Surprisingly though it started closing very fast as a spurt of cum squeezed out and dripped down her thigh.
"How do you feel now?"
"I feel weird. I think you did something."
I leaned in for a closer look, and gently touched her still partly gaping and tender hole. She shuddered at my touch. "Hold still for a second. Everything looks OK but I'm going to check to make sure." I slowly and carefully traced the circumference of her opening. It was slick and smooth, warm but seemed undamaged.
"Your asshole was really big just a few seconds ago but it's already tightened up and nearly closed. There's no bleeding or damage. I think you're OK."
She seemed relieved to hear that. Then she said, "Oh shit, I really feel weird. My stomach is rumbling. I think I'm going to poop!"
"Yeah, I guess I just gave you an enema so we'd better get you to the bathroom quick."
"Uh-oh, I've got to go now!"
"Here, I'll help you," I said as I guided her to the bathroom. She'd just sat down before she suddenly let loose a torrent of fluid. "I'll stay with you if you want," I said as she gripped my arms.
"Y-yes, please. This is bad," she stammered. But the cramping only lasted a few seconds and I was relieved that she recovered quickly.
"OK, that was bad for a minute there but I feel a lot better now." After cleaning up, she hobbled out of the bathroom, holding her butt. "It's a bit sore but I guess I survived. And you're still an asshole. I can't believe you fucked my ass. Damn it!"
She sat on the bed and I sat down next to her. It could have been an awkward moment, but she leaned into me and put her head on my chest while I held her. Finally, she asked, "So, what do we do now?"
"Did you like it?"
"Are you serious? No, I didn't like it. Well, maybe some parts. I don't know. Anyway, are we done here? You promised to cover for me if we did this."
I thought for a minute. I was kind of hoping that she might have liked it. I sure did. I guess that was it. "OK, we're partners in crime now. You paid your dues so I have to live up to my end of the bargain."
"Yeah," she said as she slowly got up. She was still half naked and didn't show any trace of shyness now as she massaged her sore butt. As she winced she said, "Yeah, I deserved it." Then, sarcastically, she asked, "I suppose you enjoyed it?"
"Oh yeah, I did!" I said without any hesitation. With the benefit of hindsight I probably could have fielded that one better because it definitely had consequences.
Her eyes slitted as she gave me an evil look. "I'm glad you liked it, asshole. "
"You did deserve it. I'm about to commit a crime to cover for yours so I better have gotten something out of this. Besides, I did it gently and did everything I could not to hurt you. I could have really been an asshole about it."
She thought about it for a moment then said, "Yeah, OK. For now."
I took a lot of care helping her to clean up. Now that it was done I felt a bit guilty. When we were done she didn't ask me to leave but asked me to hold her again for a while we sat on the couch. I told her I'd stay with her for a bit to make sure everything was OK and we talked for quite a while. I offered to take her out to eat but she didn't feel like eating anything. Eventually it got late and I left and went back home, our partnership in crime cemented by blackmail and sex.
Section 2 – Things Develop
The next day Jessica came by my office first thing in the morning. "How are you feeling?" I asked.
"A little sore but not too bad. I didn't feel like eating until this morning. I guess it could have been worse. Maybe I didn't come off too badly. But you know why I'm here."
"Yes indeed. I've already got it taken care of." The accounts were already up on my screen and I showed her how I'd transferred the funds she embezzled into one the auditors hadn't gotten to yet but that I already knew Roger had stolen from. "See, you're covered. At the rate the audit team is going they'll find this account in a few days and your $4,300.12 will just be mixed in with what Roger took from there already."
"Oh wow, did I take that much?"
"Are you shitting me? You stole money and don't even know how much you took?"
"No, I didn't want to think about it."
"What did you do with it?"
"I spent it on clothes and shoes."
Looking at what she was wearing, I had to say, "It looks like money well spent. You look nice. Very nice actually."
"Thanks. Hey, was it easy for you to hide that?"
"Not that easy. We don't really learn how to embezzle in accounting so it took about an hour, and it was only that quick because of what Roger did."
"So, you could do it again?"
"Oh no, don't even start thinking about that. We're already taking a hell of a risk. Didn't you learn anything last night about the cost of embezzling? And don't forget that now you've dragged me into this."
She furrowed her eyebrows and paused as if thinking about something before saying, "Ok, fine", before walking off. She seemed a bit ticked off.
I watched her walk away and remembered last night. It was rough at first but the time afterwards was special, like we were really connecting. I was thinking that maybe I'd traded something valuable for the momentary pleasure of having power over her to do something I'd always wanted to do. But then again she seems only interested in the money to buy beautiful things for herself. Was there really more to her? I tried to put it, her, out of my mind but without much success.
I was still thinking about her when she suddenly popped into my office around 10:30. Startled, I nearly fell out of my chair. Between that and the deer in the headlights look on my face she just started laughing.
"Did I catch you at a bad time?" she asked laughing. Coming closer she peered over my desk and asked, "Hey, you weren't masturbating back there, were you?"
"Um, no. I was, um, watching internet porn and playing online poker. You just startled me. A bit."
"No kidding. Hey, I usually go out for lunch every day. You want to go somewhere today? You know, just you and me?"
"Yeah, that'd be great. Let's meet up at 11:30 and we'll figure out where to go."
"Ok, see you in about an hour."
That seemed a bit odd and probably dangerous with the on-going audit, but then again a lot had just happened between us. I knew our relationship was unusual but the thought of spending time with Jessica along with the danger made her offer irresistible.
We started going out to lunch regularly over the next few weeks. I talked about going out for dinner but she said she wasn't ready for that yet. It was just fun being around her. We talked about our past relationships and how we'd never found any who clicked. It seemed we never ran out of things to talk about. She told me she'd basically spent all the embezzled money but hadn't even worn everything she'd bought with it yet. So, whenever she came in to show off some new clothes she'd say it was part of her bonus and give me a knowing wink.
After about a month she wasn't showing off anything new. When we went to lunch I asked her about that.
"So, are you keeping your new wardrobe a secret?"
"No, that was everything I bought. There are so many cute outfits but, well, I don't make enough to keep in style." Then she leaned closer to me and said, "Did you like all those new clothes?"
"Of course. But you look great no matter what you're wearing." I almost added "even half naked" but we still weren't bringing that up.
"So, do you like this?" she asked, throwing her arms out to show off her low cut blouse.
"Oh yeah, you look fantastic in anything you're wearing."
"You know, I really liked having all that extra money."
"I'm sure you did. But you took a big risk when you took the money."
She looked right in my eyes and said, "Well, I paid a big price for it too." We never brought that up before so I was really surprised that she'd said that.
"Yeah, you did but I had to take a big risk to cover it up. Let's not talk about that anymore. It's a beautiful day, this is a great lunch and it's just great talking with you." While it looked like I was trying to do the right thing, what I was really trying to do was avoid any more talk that would slow down the erection I suddenly got when we started talking about "it".
"OK. But it sure was nice."
By the time lunch ended my hard-on was down enough that I hoped it wouldn't be noticeable.
I had to work a bit late that night and was surprised when Jessica came by my office. While I usually worked about nine hours a day she stuck religiously to an eight hour day.
"Hi John, I saw your light on and thought I'd come by."
"I'm kind of surprised. I don't think I've ever seen you here this late."
"Oh, I was just wondering what it is you do so late."
"With all the new procedures we have to implement after the audit we don't seem to ever catch up. Right now I'm writing new procedures on how to handle the new procedures. Wow, that sounds even more stupid saying it than when I was just thinking it."
"Oh, it can't be that bad," she said while leaning forward toward me. My eyes were instantly drawn to her blouse. Being loose and low cut it fell away when she leaned forward and I could clearly see her breasts all the way to her nipples. Embarrassed I looked back up straight into her eyes and saw she was smiling. "Hmmm, like what you see?"
Looking straight into her brown eyes, I said, "Yeah, I very much like what I see." Apparently so did my dick since it sprang up immediately.
She walked seductively around behind my desk and knelt down beside me. She hadn't been this intimate, well, really ever. I hadn't rolled my chair forward so the bulge in my slacks was pretty obvious. Smiling deviously she said, "Oh, is that a rabbit in your pocket or are you glad to see me?" Then she reached down to stroke my erection through my pants which quickly got easier as I reached full length in two seconds.
"Ooh, that's not a rabbit in there," she said as she smiled wickedly and zipped down my pants. She reached into my pants and slipped into my boxers to grasp my erection. In a few seconds she had it out. "Definitely not a rabbit!" In another second she'd moved her head down and slowly pushed her full lips around my cock head.
I shuddered with the sensation. "Hmm, that's nice. Why the special treatment?" I managed to gasp out as she moved further down me, her lips tightly squeezing as her tongue slid across my head and her teeth lightly scraped my shaft.
She came up slowly, giving a sucking "pop" sound as her lips released my cock. Her smile was pure seduction, her eyes sheer wickedness. "Oh, I don't know, maybe you can do some accounting magic. You're good at it, and I'm good at," she raked a long fingernail along my straining cock, "This."
Damn, she had me right where she wanted me. "That trick only worked once because of Roger. I, we can't take that much again."
"But you're so good at this, and I really need some new clothes. Maybe some extra special clothes," she said as her erect nipples brushed my erect penis through her blouse.
"Ok, but it'll have to be smaller amounts over time. And I'm not taking this big a risk without a reward."
"Hmm. I think I can work with that. And I think I can provide an appropriate," she purred as she went down on me again.
"Oh, I do love it when you talk dirty with big words."
She popped back up again. "So, how much risk is this worth?"
"Um, well, maybe I can get about $150 out. Well, not $150 even, maybe 157 dollars and 36 cents?"
"That doesn't sound very rewarding to me," she purred as she stroked me with those long fingers. "Maybe you can up the ante?"
"Let me see," I said. She opened my pants and pulled them down, giving her access to my balls which she lazily caressed, smiling the whole time. It was getting hard to concentrate. "Ok, I could go up to about $250, but anything more and we'll both get caught." I was breathing pretty hard by this point, hoping she'd take the offer.
Jessica said, "Deal," as she went down again. The next few minutes were pure bliss. I watched in fascination as her lips wrapped around my dick when I wasn't mesmerized by her eyes. She stroked my balls and bobbed up and down as I caressed her hair. I slid further down my chair and gently rubbed her shoulders, elicited a small moan.
I'd like to say I lasted a good long time, but I'm pretty sure it didn't take ten minutes before I was ready to blow. I tried to warn her. "Jessica, I'm getting there. Fast. I'm about to cum."
She started working even more furiously, bobbing up and down at a frantic pace. I couldn't hold back anymore. "Oh shit, Jess, Jess, Jessica, I'm about to cum!"
Just as I started to ejaculate she back off but her hands kept jacking me up and down. She already had cum dripping from her mouth but within seconds I'd shot my load onto her face and hair. All I could do was grunt and moan as she squeezed my cock to keep the pressure up.
I finally finished and sagged back into my chair. Gazing down I looked at Jessica. Her lovely face was covered in thick gobs of spunk. Somehow none had hit her eyes, but it dripped off her forehead, nose and cheeks, and dribbled off her full smiling lips.
Still smiling she said, "Well, was that enough reward?"
Breathless, all I could say was, "Yes. But you're a mess. A beautiful, sticky mess."
She reached up to her face and quickly found out what I was talking about. "Oh god, I didn't think that much came out. My whole face is covered!"
I reached into a desk drawer to pull out some tissues, and gently cleaned her face and hair as best I could. Lucky it was late and almost no one would be here since both her blouse and my pants were soaked.
While we cleaned each other up I had to ask her how, if she was so inexperienced, that she'd just done something that was so hot. I thought she might tell me, but instead she coyly shrugged her shoulders and said, "A girl can learn."
"Well, thank you. You were, are, amazing."
Winking, she said, "Yeah, thanks are great but I believe we're still partners and for my part you owe me about $250. Not exactly $250 but just a little bit more."
"Seems like you're getting good at a lot of things," I grinned at her wink.
So, while I had my pants and she had her blouse hanging up to dry we worked half-naked in my office to get away with the perfect crime. I could feel her breasts pressing against my back and her hands stroking my chest and thighs as I did my accounting magic. Entwined on my chair she watched as I pulled accounts, changed balances, deleted and added entries. In few minutes I was done.
"So, 253 dollars and 17 cents?" she asked.
"That's it – you really followed that well. Hopefully no one else will."
"When do I get it?"
"I'll pull it out of the false account tomorrow. Would you like it in twenties or fifties?"
"Hmmm. Make it twenties. That'll keep me from spending it all in one place."
"Deal," I said. "And before you ask, we need to wait at least ten days before making another withdrawal. But, we don't have to wait until then for other things," I said hopefully.
"Hmmm. Let me think about it," she replied with another mischievous wink.
We got dressed again, clearly worse for wear. We walked out together and out to our cars making familiar small talk along the way. As we reached her car, she suddenly leaned forward and kissed me, then just as suddenly backed away with a sheepish look on her face.
"Oh, sorry, I have your, um, stuff all over my mouth."
"It's OK, I know where it came from," I smiled as I reached for her again. We kissed one more time, and then parted.
I drove back to my apartment, still a bit wobbly from the intensity of the sex. Jessica had been a sexy but innocent woman before but she was a real seductress tonight. I know she was using me to get money but I was clearly getting what I wanted. Alarm bells were ringing distantly in the back of my head but I didn't heed the warning signs.
The next few days zipped by. We went to lunch fairly often and were pretty much known as an item at work. Jessica showed up with just one new outfit but it looked amazing on her. A beautifully made skirt with matching short jacket and a silk blouse, she definitely had a sense of style.
"Do you like it?" she asked as she swirled like a fashion model.
"Absolutely, although I suspect you wearing it makes it look that much better."
"Soooo, I have some ideas for new clothes that you'll really like. But, well, you know," she smiled, "It does take money."
Yeah, she definitely had me now and I was definitely her partner in crime. "I thought you might be asking about that. I see an opportunity for another withdrawal if you're interested. How about tonight?"
Ah-ha – I caught her by surprise. "Tonight? But I just got this. I don't want to get anything on it, and I know you're kind of messy."
"Tomorrow night will work too. Just let me know."
I guess she couldn't wait because later that afternoon she came by and asked if I was staying late that evening anyway. Just in case she did some by I squeezed out another $250 (well, $248.73) and transferred it to the special account.
I was absorbed in work when she came by a little after 6:00. "Hi John," she said as she walked in.
"Good evening, you dedicated employee you. Did you forget to leave?" I teased, figuring that since she was still wearing her new outfit she probably wasn't going to be staying.
"You know what I want," she said as she glided next to me behind the desk. She leaned over to give me a kiss while reaching down to stroke the hardening erection in my pants. I slowly reached for her breasts and was surprised to find that she didn't have a bra on.
"Ummm, did you forget to put something on this morning?" I asked in mock surprise.
"Well, it turns out I wasn't able to afford matching lingerie. See?" she asked as she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her breasts and stiffening pink nipples.
She leaned down again to kiss me while I squeezed her breasts and she unzipped my pants to free my erection. As she began stroking me I whispered into her ear, "I thought you were worried about getting your new clothes messed up."
"We'll just have to be careful," she replied as she stood up and pulled her skirt above her waist. She was just full of surprises today – no panties, just thigh-high stockings! Seeing my eyes glued to her now carefully trimmed bush, she purred "This is just terrible. I didn't even have enough for panties. But I could fix that for, oh, maybe $500?"
I didn't even hesitate before saying, "Deal!" Holding her waist I slowly pushed her down onto my desk so I was positioned between her spread legs.
"Aren't you going to get me wet first?"
"Of course," I said as I leaned forward and gently flicked her swelling clitoris with my tongue. It wasn't long before she was writhing and moaning in pleasure as my fingers circled her hardened nipples and my tongue darted between her plump wet labia and across her increasingly swollen clitoris. I'd had my fingers in her once before but I was still amazed how tight she was.
It took me a few tries to find just the right spots and the right rhythm to pleasure her, gauging her reactions and just asking what she liked. When she began bucking her hips violently upward and squeezing my head between her thighs I knew I'd gotten it right.
After increasingly active and harder foreplay she suddenly jolted upright and pushed me back in my chair. "Now!" she cried as she straddled my legs and lowered herself onto me. I watched for a second as my cock split her and pushed inside, then looked up to see her beautiful face as she stared back in lust. In only seconds, she had slid all of me into her, and then gripping my shoulders began riding up and down with incredible speed and force.
We both moaned and panted as I thrust upward to meet her plunges. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was hoping the chair was sturdy enough for this but that thought evaporated as I reached for her bouncing breasts.
I moved my hand down to massage her clit. Jessica gripped my shoulders hard as she began screaming, "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuuccckkkk!" It wasn't long before our aggressive sex reached a crescendo as we both hit our peaks. The collision was intense and long - I tried ramming her into the ceiling and pumping deeply into her at the same time she was trying to force me down through the floor and squeezing me mercilessly.
Spent, she slumped across me as we struggled to catch our breath. Despite the air conditioning both of us were soaking wet with sweat and heat pouring off our bodies, reluctant to untangle from each other. I nuzzled her neck and felt her breathing, then shivered as she squeezed my still hard cock buried deep inside her. I slowly pushed up and down while twitching my cock to elicit a shiver and moan from her.
Even while holding her I wondered if she was still only in it for the money, or if we were developing a real relationship. We sat entwined for quite some time, teasing each other to get a shiver, purr or moan. Eventually Jessica leaned backwards, still impaled on my slowly softening cock.
"I don't want to get up – I like you in me."
"I don't want you to get up – I like being in you."
"You know we can't stay here all night."
"Yeah, come morning somebody's probably gonna notice."
She slowly and unsteadily got up, her vagina reluctantly giving me up as she stood. She leaned heavily on my shoulders while I braced her waist. "Ow, ow, ow! My legs feel like rubber. Oh no, there you go," she said while looking down as I slid out of her. A second later a big glob of liquid spilled out of her and onto my lap. "Oopsie!" she giggled. "Well, that was your fault. You can clean it up."
"Yeah, I got this," I said as I reached into the same desk drawer for some tissues. If this kept up I was going to have to buy in bulk. We spent quite a bit of time cleaning each other up, in part because we were still both taking little opportunities to tease each other just a bit more.
"How big do you think that thing is?" she asked as she was cleaning me up.
"I don't know. I never measured it."
She turned toward my desk, opened the top drawer and pulled out a plastic ruler. "Ok, next time you're up I'm going to measure this thing."
"Is that so you can brag?" I asked.
"Sure, let's go with that," she answered sweetly. Then she whacked my penis with the ruler. While I was in wide-eyed shock she just smiled and murmured, "Hmm, possibilities," while stroking the ruler.
To dodge the question I had earlier I brought up the topic of our embezzling by asking, "Well, I'm not sure if having money for lingerie is such a good idea."
With mock shock she declared, "I definitely need money for lingerie. It's just not decent to walk around without underwear. And speaking of that, I do need to put my bra back on but I'm not sure about my panties. I'm still dripping," she said as she looked down between her legs. She was clearly reluctant to pull her skirt back down. "Maybe I'll just shove a few tissues up there and hope that holds until I get home. You're gonna owe me for new panties if they get messed up."
"That shouldn't be a problem. We did agree to pull out $500. About."
"Sounds good, partner," she said, holding out her hand to shake. "We're definitely in this together."
"Yeah, definitely partners in crime."
As I drove back to my apartment later that evening it seemed we'd both dodged the question about our relationship. I guess it was working out to our mutual benefit. I started humming a song and then laughed when I realized it was Bob Seger's "Night Moves" – no doubt, just like the song I was using her and she was using me. I just wasn't sure if neither one of us cared.
Over the next few months our unusual arrangement continued. We were both doing things we hadn't done before and enjoying the hell out of the experience. We seemed to feed off each other while playing this dangerous game that we only wanted to get deeper into.
I was usually the one to set the schedule mostly because I had to make sure the "transactions" were far enough apart and irregular to keep them from being discovered. But it was hard and getting harder to resist Jessica. I could feel that I was gradually losing control of the situation. Only my intense desire to keep us from getting caught kept me from giving in to her devastating combination of charm and determination that she seemed to get better at every day.
Still, I couldn't complain. I was getting the best sex of my life and the risk made it that much more exciting. Besides, I really liked Jessica even when we weren't having sex. She was just fun to be with. And yet the core of our relationship seemed to be centered on our embezzling. We'd pretty much settled on some variety of straight sex while regularly embezzling more money. Still, it wasn't a bad stalemate, at least for now.
But, even as things settled into a pattern I couldn't help but wonder where all this was going. Then one evening I found out.
Section 3 – The End at the End
"Hey lover boy! It's been almost two weeks and mama needs some new shoes," she said with her seductive smile.
In our familiar way I answered, "Yeah, you're almost barefoot now. So, is this for one pair of shoes or several?"
She replied, "I haven't decided yet but I'll let you know. Hey, how about something special for tonight?"
She definitely had my interest. "What you got in mind?"
Coyly shrugging and looking down, she said, "Wanna come over to my place tonight?"
That was a surprise. "Sure, what time?" I asked, trying to hold down my excitement.
"Come by at 6:00. You still have my address?"
"I do." Pressing my luck I figured I'd ask in an offhand manner, "So, anything like the last time I was at your place? With me being so innocent and all I just want to know what you're getting me into."
As if she couldn't surprise me anymore today, she answered, "Yeah, maybe. It'll be fun!" The expression on my face must have been priceless since she started giggling. "6:00, don't be late."
It was just like the first time. As much as I enjoyed all the sex we'd been having, that first sex had been something different. It wouldn't be the same since I wasn't blackmailing her but that was OK. We were, after all, equal partners. Still, thinking about sliding into her tight ass kept me semi-rigid for the rest of the day. Jessica coming by every once in a while to smile and wiggle her tight skirt clad behind did not help one bit. I surely wasn't earning my pay that afternoon.
I showed up at her apartment at 6 sharp. She opened the door, wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts that seemed very familiar.
"Well, are you going to just stand there or are you coming in?"
"Oh, yeah. Hey, isn't that the same thing you were wearing last time I was here?"
"It is! I thought it might bring back some pleasant memories." She smiled demurely and said, "Let's just head straight to the bedroom."
As I walked in she noticed the bag I was carrying and asked, "What's that?"
"You know, stuff we'll need."
"Silly, I have everything we need. Just follow me." She sashayed into the bedroom with me following right behind.
"Why don't you go ahead and get ready. I'll get what we need and be right out," she said as she headed to the closet.
I quickly undressed and sat down on the bed, my cock straining in anticipation.
"Hey, do you know how much we've put into our special account?" she asked from her closet.
Being an accountant, I knew exactly how much we had. "$8,627.54".
"Yeah, that's what I figured. That's right about double what I took on my own."
"It is," I replied, not quite sure why she was bringing this up.
"And if I remember I had pay special for the original amount."
I still wasn't quite sure where this was going. "Well yeah, but we shared the risks just like we're doing now – right, partner?"
"Right, partner," she said as she came back into the bedroom – with a strap-on dildo.
Despite my surprise I managed to blurt out, "Say, that's a new look for you."
"It is. And I did some calculating. I figure we've split the risk and the reward 50/50. So, you're now in for $4300 worth of reward. And do you know what the prize is at that level?"
"Um, you can't be serious, are you? There's no way that's gonna fit."
"I didn't think so either a few months ago. But it's exactly the same size as yours so I'm sure it'll feel just the same." She sat down next to me, both our "erections" standing at attention.
Actually, despite the shock I was impressed with her find. "You know, except for being purple it really does look a lot like mine. I mean it's the same width and length and everything. Hey, that's why you measured me!"
"That's right, sweetie. But this one has an extra special feature." She pulled at it a bit and I could see the base of it disappearing into her, with a small extension that looked like it snugged up against her clit.
"That is very ingenious. But still, you can't do this to me! I mean, I'm a guy."
"Yeah, I can. It's called pegging. And if I don't get to, I'll turn you in."
"You'll get busted too."
"Not as much as you will. You're the one that actually embezzled the money on your computer. I'll testify against you and get probation. You'll wind up in jail getting this every night from some guy nicknamed Psycho. Wouldn't you rather get it from me?" she said as she smiled sweetly.
Despite my shock I had to admit I was impressed with her determination and planning. She definitely had me right where she wanted me. I hung my head down as I involuntarily tightened my sphincter. There was no doubt she was serious. "Ok, I guess I had it coming. Let's just get this over with. But remember, I was careful with you. You do remember that, don't you?" I really hoped she did.
"Yes, I remember. I brought all the same stuff. Take a look." She reached under the bed and pulled out a brand new Booty Camp Training kit and a big bottle of same brand of anal lube I bought. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. But I do want my revenge. Now get up on the bed and assume the position."
Resignedly I turned around and, with Jessica's impatient assistance, piled up some pillows so my ass was in the position she wanted. I still couldn't believe she'd maneuvered me into this. But, having been on the other end (as it were) I figured it was survivable.
"Ok, lover, here's some lube for you," I heard her say as I felt the fluid dripping down on my ass. A second later she pressed on my anus and inserted her finger into me. I instantly tensed up.
"Shit, lighten up! You're going to crush my finger."
"Would that be a bad thing?"
"Yeah, that would piss me off."
"Well, I wouldn't want that. I'll try to relax but this isn't easy."
"Yeah, well it wasn't easy for me either."
I was surprised that her finger felt pretty good. She pushed it in probably as far as it would go, and then slowly sawed back and forth. I let out a small moan of pleasure and was rewarded by her speeding up. She reached under me and grabbed my semi-rigid dick.
"Enjoying this I see," she said as she stroked me, bringing my erection fully up. I couldn't help it. It was totally humiliating but with Jessica there it was also overwhelming.
She pulled out her finger and I tensed for what was next. "Wow, you closed up really fast. Let's get that back open. Here's the little one." With that she slowly inserted the smallest of the plugs. To my surprise I could feel it open me up, then quickly get pulled inside as my sphincter closed in on the smaller stem.
"Damn, that was quick! Your ass pulled it right out of my hand," she said.
"Yeah, I remember that happened with you too."
"Well, I guess you're ready for the next size," she said as she plucked the small plug out very quickly. I grunted and bucked involuntarily at the sudden withdrawal.
I was about to remind her to add more lube but she was already doing it. I was thankful I'd been kind and she was returning the favor. It didn't take long before she was ready with the next one.
"Here it comes," she said as I felt the slight pressure of the plug pressing against my anus. I could feel a weird but erotic sensation as the plug spread my sphincter under pressure. I tried to keep loose but I was losing that battle. Not that it mattered to her. She moved it back and forth slightly, then more and more until suddenly the same thing happened – the big part of the plug got past my anal ring, and the muscle closing pulled it right in. I gasped in surprise and, yes, pleasure as the flared based stopped against my cheeks.
"Whoa, that went in quick. I think you like this!"
Gasping slightly, I managed to say, "Yeah, it's really weird being on this end of it."
"Well let's see what happens when I move it in and out a bit." With that she started pulling it out and letting it slide back in, all the while still stroking by now erect cock. I was definitely moaning and moving as she pulled it in and out, not knowing until later that it was probably massaging my prostate gland and causing intense pleasure. My rear felt so full, like I had to take a crap but in a pleasurable way.
After a few minutes she suddenly pulled it out. The sensation almost caused me to collapse. "Oopsie, my bad!" she giggled. "How you feeling?"
Just recovering I said, "It feels hot back there. Is it OK? I'm not bleeding or anything, am I?"
"You're such a pussy, but I'll check." I could feel her spreading my cheeks, then probing my anus with her finger which caused me that odd mix of discomfort and pleasure and elicited a groan. "Ooh, must be doing this right. No problems there. Are you ready for the big one?"
"Sure," I said with a mix of fear and anticipation.
"I'll squirt you with some more lube just to make sure," she said.
"Thank you," I replied as I felt the cool thick gel being smeared on me. I could feel her inserting the bottle, which went in very easily. Suddenly I felt a shot of coolness shooting into my rectum. I jumped and she squealed in delight.
"You seem to be really enjoying this," I said.
"Oh yeah, definitely. I guess I should ask how you're doing."
"I'm kind of mixed, a little fearful but it feels kind of good. I also feel a little humiliated but I'm kind of OK with you doing this. I mean, not really OK OK, but I trust you. I think."
"Aw, you're just saying that. Maybe this'll change your mind," she said as I felt the biggest plug pressing against my again clenched anal opening. I tried my best to ease my muscles but that didn't seem to be working with this thing being forced into me.
As it stretched me more and more I started gasping and groaning. "Wait, slow down. It's too big".
"Ok, I'll run it back and forth a bit."
The sensation of the plug going in and out was incredible – a little painful, a little pleasurable, a lot just weird. Rumbles shot through my lower body into my stomach as Jessica pushed and pulled the plug into me. I could feel my ring muscles expanding and contracting on the smoothly contoured toy as she moved it in and out. I could feel it going deeper and deeper with each stroke making for more pain with the pleasure. Jessica's fast breathing clearly indicated she was getting excited.
"Damn, this is so weird watching your asshole stretch and squeeze down. I really like doing this."
"Uhh, yeah, I remember that too. It's going in further but hurting more."
"Here, just a little bit more." Suddenly she really pushed. My eyes must have opened wide as I grasped handfuls of the bed sheets for support. "Oh shit, you're splitting my ass open!" I grunted as the largest part finally cleared my sphincter. That same muscle suddenly pulled it in the rest of the way as it closed on the following neck to the suction cup base. My legs got wobbly from the intense uncomfortable pressure accompanying the sensation of it filling me.
"Ooh, looks like I got it in. Let's try a little back and forth."
"I don't know about that – uhhhhhhh!" I groaned as she pulled it partially out, stretching me again and rubbing along my prostrate. More groans and my legs got wobbly as she ran it in and out. I felt her squirt more lube on.
"How ya feelin'?" she asked.
"I'm not sure" I replied breathlessly. I really wasn't sure. It wasn't so much painful as uncomfortable, but the sensation was like nothing I'd ever felt. "It's weird, but good. Kind of uncomfortable, especially – umph – when you push it in like that. Or, oh shit, pull it back out."
"You should see your butthole. It just keeps getting bigger and smaller. Lucky my finger isn't in there; it looks like it's squeezing pretty hard." I turned around and noticed she was stroking the dildo on her strap-on. Well, she wasn't so much stroking it as she was grinding it back and forth into her and her clitoris. I got harder seeing that.
"You looking at my dick?" she asked sweetly. "Maybe you need some of this bad boy. Let's get the toy out of the way." I could feel her pulling the plug out of me.
"Ow, ow, ow" I groaned as the large part slid out. Once that was done the rest shot out fast, leaving a hot feeling behind.
"Wow, your asshole is really big. Aw, now it's getting small again. I'm gonna fix that." I shivered a bit, knowing what was next. "Don't worry sweetie, we'll get you all lubed up." Again, the cool lubricant was a shock as she poured it between my cheeks and injected it into me.
I turned to see what she was up to. She was just coating her "dick" with lubricant, sliding it on the whole surface. Still breathing hard I told her, "This is weird but you look really sexy stroking your cock."
She just smiled and said, "I like it too. Ready? Here goes."
I braced myself as she pressed the head of the dildo against my ass. Gripping my hips she pressed forward, splitting me open again. I gasped and groaned as she effortlessly pushed into my rectum. "Ooh, I'll bet that feels nice," she purred.
I was surprised how easily it was going in. "You doing OK?" she asked.
Raggedly I answered, "Yeah. It's going in... pretty easy. I'm so fucking full!"
As she kept pushing it in deeper it started to feel uncomfortable. I could feel my muscles tightening on the shaft of the dildo but that didn't slow it down. I was panting and groaning as she filled my rear up and started noticing her doing the same. Just as it was getting really uncomfortable and becoming painful I felt her body bump up against my cheeks. She was fully in! I released my breath, not realizing that I had been holding it for the last few moments.
Breathlessly she said, "Wow, I'm in. You're being fucked in the ass!"
"I'm" – "so" – "fucking" – "full. Can you" –" Pull it back" – "Out" – "A little?'" "I'm cramping up" – "it hurts," I managed to get out.
"OK, how's this?" she said as she pulled back some.
"Better."
"So, how did it feel?" she asked
"Like you shoved a pole up my ass. How'd it feel for you?"
"I like it!" she exclaimed. "Ooh, that was probably the wrong answer. Oh, it's terrible for me – NOT!"
"I remember that. I guess I deserve it."
"You do. And now you deserve this." She reached around underneath me to grab my partially erect cock. "Hmm, thought this guy would still be hard. Let me see what I can do." As she started pulling out and pushing back into my rear, she used her other hand to stoke me back to a full erection. I could hear her straining though, but it wasn't long before the movement of her cock inside my anal canal and her stroking had me ignoring everything but the strange sexual sensations overwhelming me.
Finally, she slowed to a stop and said, "Umph, this is hard to do. It's so awkward."
After all this I didn't want her to stop. "I have an idea. Pull back out, I'll lie on my back and you can reach me easier."
I could see that little devious smile forming on her face. "OK, let's do it."
In her eagerness to try my idea she pulled out of me very quickly. I gasped and collapsed onto the bed, overwhelmed by the sudden rush, the heat from the withdrawal and all the sensations flooding through me.
"Ooh, maybe I shouldn't have done that! You OK?"
"You" – "are" – "a" – "fucker," was all I could get out. I could hear her giggling.
After just a moment I recovered and stood up. "Here, turn around and lay down on this side of the bed. Ok, now put your legs up and – oh yeah, there it is! You look like a girl about the get fucked."
"Gee thanks, that was really good for my male ego. Did you not notice this substantial difference?" I asked as I grabbed my now full erection.
"Wah, I got one too," she said as she grabbed hold of her erect dildo.
"You're making sure you keep your hands separate, right?" I asked.
"Yes. Left hand for dirty stuff, right hand for dirtier stuff like whacking you off. Don't you worry; I'll take good care of you. Are you ready to get all lubed up or would your male ego prefer we do it dry?"
"Nah, seems like that would hurt you more than me. Somehow."
"Whatever. Spread those cheeks wide."
Lying on my back with my ass completely exposed in such a submissive position was, well, weird. Hell, I'd just been sodomized by a woman with an artificial dick. My musings on how strange all this had become was suddenly interrupted by cold lubricant being inserted into my ass.
As Jessica prepared I could see her unlike before when I was face down. She was such a strange mix of innocence and wickedness – a beautiful, pixie like figure with a strap-on cock. She noticed when my cock twitched in reaction to my thoughts.
"Looks like somebody's getting excited. Are you ready?"
"Um, not sure."
"Well, it doesn't matter. Here it comes."
I tensed up briefly but by now I was able to take her dildo in pretty easily, at least most of it. Once she got to the threshold of pain she backed off a bit. "Good now?" she asked.
"Ok," I said, again breathing hard.
"Hmm, this is a lot easier to get to," she grinned as she grabbed hold of my erection. She leaned over and spit on it, then slid her hand up and down my now slick shaft. "Hold tight!"
She started bucking into me while stroking me intensely. I ended up holding my calves to keep my legs from swinging wildly as the sensation of being ass- fucked and jacked-off overwhelmed me. Although she tried to keep from going too deep just like I had, sometimes she accidently did. Somehow the brief feeling of discomfort seemed to heighten the pleasure.
It didn't take long before I yelled out, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" Jessica sped up both her hips and her hand. Within seconds I started spurting. I didn't care that it was flying all over my chest. Jessica's orgasm followed shortly afterwards, after which she collapsed on top of me.
We lay there spent for quite some time, breathing hard. I idly stroked her hair while she purred in contentment. Everyone once in a while she moved her hips to move the dildo in or out of me. We both shivered as the double ended dildo hit both our hypersensitive spots.
Jessica finally spoke. "Wow, that was fantastic. I've been dreaming of fucking your ass ever since you did it to me. So now we're truly even, partner."
"I'm glad I could make your fantasies come true. And by the way, you're still a fucker."
"So how was it?" she asked as she propped herself up on her elbows. Looking down we could see long strings of sticky cum trailing down from her breasts to my chest. I was a little embarrassed, but she just smiled and said, "Never mind, looks like I found the answer."
"So tell me, how did you like it when we did it before?" I asked.
"Well, I was scared and still upset about maybe getting caught taking that money. You blackmailed me into it, remember? But... yeah, I liked it and I'd like to do it again. What about you?"
"As long as you're not going to blackmail me into it," I smiled and rolled my eyes up in mock dread. "Yeah, sure, I'd do this with you again. And speaking of blackmail and why we busted each other, you know the longer we embezzle from the company the more likely it is that we'll be caught."
"Yeah, I know. I pretty much got everything I wanted," she grinned and smacked my ass. "Do you think we should stop?"
"Yes!" I said. "I like taking risks with you but I don't want to lose you."
"I don't want to lose you either. The money isn't worth it anymore," she said snuggling up to me.
As good as it felt to hold her eventually the dildo in my ass got really uncomfortable. With me propped up on the pillows so we could both watch she slowly pulled the strap-on out of my ass. "Whoa, that doesn't even look real," I said watching in fascination. "But you know, I thought the same thing when I was in you. So what's next, miss naughty?"
She pulled out completely and stood up, hot lube dripping from her dildo and out my rapidly closing anus. "Naughty, eh?" she said. She reached into a drawer behind her and pulled out the plastic ruler from my desk that she'd used to measure me.
"Hey, I've been looking for that!"
She walked back over to the bed and gave me the ruler, and then lay down across my lap with her lovely rear presented to me. The strap-on she was still wearing poked my thigh as she wiggled for the stimulation it gave her. Turning and smiling at me she said, "I have been naughty, stealing your ruler. Not to mention pegging you till you came. And probably a few other things. I deserve a good spanking."
"Hmmm... if you deserve a spanking I'm guessing I deserve a spanking too?"
"Oh yeah."
Our unusual arrangement had developed into an unusual relationship. I looked into her sweet but devious brown eyes and realized I'd found my soul mate. |
45 | Accounting For More | DooneyGirl | Anal | 2003-04-27 | 2003-04-27 | 2022-01-08 09:48:24 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/accounting-for-more | She hunts and becomes the prey. | ['Ass Cum', 'Green Leather', 'Head Hair', 'Heat Body', 'Hole Today', 'I Cum', 'Nerve Ending', 'Pussy Open', 'Smacked Ass', 'Swell Breasts'] | 4.52 | Her heart pounded in her ears as she listened to the sound of her black Chanel pumps clicking on the floor. They were a constant sound, one of comfort, to one who was about to do the unthinkable. At least to her.
She felt dampness on her upper lip and stopped at the Ladies Room before making her appointment. Once inside she dabbed at her face with blotting tissue and looked herself up and down in the mirror.
Her hair was tied in a loose chignon held together by black lacquered chopsticks. It gave her the look of neat elegance but not one of severity. She had also opted for her small rimless glasses today rather than the contacts. She knew the librarian look tended to make men sweat at the thought of them letting down the hair and taking off the glasses. She also wore a black camisole top with a jacket over it. Black Dolce & Gabbana skirt with little silk stockings. There was no garter, these babies stayed up all by themselves and looked yummy with those little Chanel pumps that said “Fuck me.”
As she looked in the mirror she remembered the first time meeting him. It was at a dinner party at a cousin’s house. She knew from her cousin that he was at least 18 years older than her and having marital trouble because his wife was her cousin’s friend. She expected to meet a bastard from the second-hand stories she had heard. Instead she met a man who seemed trapped in his skin. A man who, given the right push of a button, could be propelled into overdrive.
She’d caught him more than once that night looking at the swell of her breasts and the line that was created by her bra. Throughout the night she entertained fantasies of them secretly abusing each other’s bodies in the most erotic way. When he hugged her a friendly good night her body was rocked with electricity and she longed to have him inside of her.
Through conversation she had learned where he worked and for what firm he worked for. She had been looking for an accountant she said and would he be interested in taking her on as a client. She had asked innocently enough and she could tell that he could not read her. He could not tell if she was really interested in his number capabilities or far more than that. Either way, she was given the business card for later use.
Now, as she looked herself up and down in the mirror, her chest felt like it would explode. She’d never hunted anyone like this before and certainly never anyone’s husband. Then again, she had never met anyone who on first contact had sparked every nerve ending in her body. He wasn’t the most attractive man in the world, but he was handsome. Whatever it was that made her feel this way, it wasn’t the look of him. It was the feel of his presence.
Looking one last time in the mirror, she took a deep breath and opened the door.
She continued her walk down the hall to his office. She opened the door and found no one in the waiting room, no secretary either. Probably out to lunch.
She saw the wooden door with his gold embossed name on it and knocked. The door opened and there he was opening it to an office of dark green leather and cherry wood. The type of office where a man could kick back, smoke his cigar and have a scotch. The walls were lined with leather bound books, most for business some for pleasure all for show.
“Hello, glad to see you found the place all right. Sorry there was no one to greet you but my secretary is on vacation and I had to dismiss the temp today. She just didn’t know what the hell she was doing. Can I offer you a drink?”
“Yes, please. What have you got?”
“Scotch, gin and whiskey.”
“I’ll take the scotch.”
“Ice?”
“Yes, please.” She took her jacket off as she watched him open a shelf in the wall that displayed a mini bar. She saw that the bottle was Johnny Walker Blue. Nice.
“I see you like the finer things.” She said, still not exactly letting him know her intendment. She did need an accountant and would at least let him go over her finances before she made her intentions known.
“I find that my clients appreciate the treatment after they see what I charge.” He smiled at her and she thought she was going to fall right then and there.
He handed her a healthy rock glass of scotch and they sat down at his desk. She put her briefcase down and they began going through her papers…
Not too long after and on her second scotch they had ascertained what she could itemize with the taxes and loved learning how much money he was going to save her even after he was paid.
“I guess it pays to leave H&R Block.” She laughed. He smiled at her and said “Well, you have your own business and really need someone’s personal attention.”
“I certainly do.” She was painfully aware of how close he was to her and that he was inhaling her scent. Her body trembled as she leaned on his desk for balance.
“Are you all right?” He said holding out a hand to steady her. He left her arm burning where he touched her.
She turned to him and looked up into his face. His brown eyes were on fire. “Just…fine.”
There was silence for a moment as she felt the heat of his body close to hers. He was so close she could smell him. She picked up her scotch and downed the last of it. He just looked at her not having any doubts anymore as she suddenly grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head and pulled his lips to hers.
The kiss felt like they had both been starved for years and were only just now being fed by each other. He pulled the chopsticks from her hair and let her curls spill down her back. He pulled her head back hard by her hair and bit down on her neck.
“I’ve wanted to taste you since the moment I saw you.” He rasped into her ear. “Once I’m done with that, I’m going to fuck every hole in your body.”
He picked her up then and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He set her down on the green leather couch and pushed her skirt up. She wore no panties today.
“You didn’t care about your finances did you? You just came here for my cock.”
“No, I needed done what you did, your cock was just an added bonus.”
“You just want me to fuck you like a little slut, don’t you?”
“That’s exactly what I want.”
With his left hand he took a breast and then pinched the nipple until she felt the blood swell into it making it hard as a rock. With his right hand he inserted two fingers in her pussy and began to lick and suck on her clit.
All of the anticipation she had felt in the past few weeks was exploding inside of her.
She clasped his head by his hair and pulled him closer to her pussy and she felt his fingers swirling around inside of her. “I’m gonna cum all over you.”
“You’re going to cum if I let you.” He said between laps.
She whimpered in response as his licking became more frenzied and she felt his thumb enter her ass.
“I’m just getting you ready for what I have in store for you. I told you, I’m going to fuck you in every hole you have today, whether you like it or not.” He continued his oral escapade and felt her body seizing as every nerve ending became inflamed. She was dripping all over him as she quivered. He knew she was cumming, not just from her screams, but from the response he was getting from her body.
He took his fingers from her pussy and inserted them in her ass as the orgasms rocked her body. It hurt her a little, but that kind of pain only added to her pleasure. She felt a third finger slide in and felt like he was going to break her.
“No more, please, I can’t take anymore.” She was gasping for breath.
“Oh, but there’s so much more in store for you. Now, it’s my turn.” He let her catch her breath as he took off his slacks and got on his knees on the couch and straddled her face.
He grabbed the sides of her head by her hair as he shoved his dick in her mouth and drove it deep into her throat. She sucked on him greedily as he grew bigger than he was just a moment ago.
‘This man is hung’ she thought. She had hoped for something substantial, but never dreamed she’d get this monster. And he was going to put this in her ass?
As if he read her thoughts he pulled away and made her lay down long ways on the couch. He got over her 69 style and dove back into her mouth as he started finger fucking her ass again while licking her clit.
He had three thick fingers pistoning in and out of her ass stretching her and she knew it still wasn’t as big as that cock. She continued to suck his cock and figured she would cross that bridge when he made her.
He really started to shove his cock deep into her throat and she thought she would choke when he just stopped and his hot cum poured down her throat. She swallowed every bit of it. Relieved she may not have to take him in her ass, but disappointed if this was all there was.
He pulled out of her mouth and rested a moment. He got up and poured 2 glasses of cold water and handed her one.
“Drink up; you’re going to need this.” He sat on the couch next to her as she drank the water looking at him over the rim of the glass.
He gasped for some air himself and then downed his water and set it down on the table next to the couch.
“Now, get down on your fucking knees and get my cock hard again or I won’t be so nice.”
She set her water down and quickly got on her knees. He was making her hot just by the way he was treating her. Dominating her. Making her his even though she took him.
It wasn’t long before her sucking and licking had him hard as iron. She felt his hands on her cheeks holding her face as she went up and down on his shaft.
“Stand up.” He said. She did. “Take your top off.” She did revealing that there was no bra there, though he already knew that. “Take off your skirt, but leave on those shoes.” She did as she was told. He then took off his shirt and just looked at her body.
“Walk over to my desk and face away from me.” As she did so, slowly and deliberately, he watched the way her ass lifted and fell with each step. The way her stockings stopped just below the curves of her ass. ‘My God’ he thought, ‘It’s like watching the Underall commercial.’
He watched her for a minute and then stood up. He walked up behind her and cupped her breasts. He pulled her close to him. She felt his cock poking at her ass as he whispered in her ear: “I hope you are ready to get fucked, because I am going to fuck you like no one ever has.”
He hastily pushed her down on the desk and held her there by her neck. With his other hand he smacked her ass, hard. She cried out from the unexpected sting. Her ass on fire she pushed toward him, hungry to have his cock inside of her.
He smacked her on the ass again, harder this time. “You be patient my little slut or I won’t give you anything.” Her ass was really stinging now as she felt the head of his cock stretching her pussy open. He stayed there for a minute letting her get used to his girth. He started fucking her with just his head, teasing her really. Then when she least expected it he drove the length of his cock all the way into her causing her a great sharp pain that made her cry out.
“Did I hurt you? Well, sometimes a man like me is going to hurt a little girl like you.” And he pounded into her again. He stayed buried deep inside her enjoying the feeling of her pussy contracting around him and then relaxing as she got used to his size.
Slowly, he started to slide in and out of her. Each time working his cock in deeper within the folds of her pussy. She didn’t think it could go any further but he seemed to make her pussy deeper. She tried to close her legs a little because he really went deep into her and though it was good, it was also painful. She was rewarded by his legs spreading hers wider. His hand wrapped around her hair and he pulled her onto his dick as he pounded really hard and slapped her on the ass. The sounds of his pelvis crashing into her ass and the spanking he was giving her filled the room. As he grunted she whimpered in a mixture of both pain and pleasure.
He let go of her hair after a few minutes and then grasped her by the hips. He was fucking her with long and fast strokes now. She clenched so hard in an effort to keep him from going so deep, but that only facilitated his pleasure. There was no going back now. He was fucking her like she’d never been fucked before, just like he’d promised.
He pulled her upright and lifted one leg up with one hand as the other started rubbing her clit. He stretched her pussy open in this position and it squeezed his dick even harder. It was his turn to moan this time.
“Your pussy’s so tight; it’s so hot I could cum in you right now.” He grunted again as he pounded into her. “Only I’m not going to. I’m not finished with you yet.” He slowed his pumping and then pulled out his cock. He rubbed her juices all over her asshole as he got it really wet. “You know what comes next don’t you?”
His only answer was a strangled cry from somewhere deep in her throat.
“Oh baby, I promised you I was going to fuck you in every hole today. That’s a promise I intend to keep. You just try to relax.” He said as he rubbed her swollen clitty. “You like when I rub your little clit don’t you, Slut?”
“Mmmmhmmm.” Was all she could manage.
The next sensation she felt was the head of his cock opening the tiny aperture of her ass. It felt like a thousand needles pricking her sphincter all at once. She bit her lip to keep from crying. Small screams escaped her lips.
“Easy, easy. Relax. Breathe. Get used to me.” He stroked her hair and rubbed small deliberate circles around her clitoris. “I promise you once it is inside you all the way, you will love it like nothing before.”
As he said this he pushed in another half an inch and he was rewarded with a sharp short scream. He pulled out to the tip and pushed back in as far as he had been. He pulled out again and pushed it in a little farther.
There were tears stinging her eyes as she thought she couldn’t take anymore. But she wasn’t willing to stop either. She didn’t care if he ripped her open, she might never have him again, and she was going to have all of him today.
Slowly he worked himself in and out and with every other stroke he made it in her ass a little deeper until he had most of it inside of her.
“There, you have it now. I’m just going to soak inside you a minute and let you adjust.” He put her leg down and reached in front of her. One hand had fingers working in her pussy now while the other hand started to rub her bursting clitty again. Her breath started to come in rasps and he knew now was the moment to mark her as his.
He started slowly pushing in and out of her, sometimes hilting her, getting little whimpery screams from her when he drove it all the way in. Her pussy was flowing all over his hands. He took hold of her legs and lifted her.
“Put your feet on my desk and keep your legs apart. Ride me while I fuck you.” He put one hand under her body as he dipped his fingers inside of her. His other hand went around the front of her and claimed her clit again. “I want you to cum. I want you to cum when I cum.” He bit her ear as he sucked it into his mouth. He pistoned in and out of her ass faster and faster as she rode against him.
“You like this baby. You like getting fucked in your ass?”
“I like when you fuck me in my ass.” She breathed.
He lifted her again and set her down on her feet.
“Turn around.” He said as he slipped from her ass.
As she did he pushed her back onto the desk. He suckled her nipples a moment, alternating them and then lifted her legs up and rested them on his shoulders.
“I want you to play with yourself while I fuck your ass. I want to see you make yourself cum while I cum in your ass.” He grasped her hair by the back of her head and lifted her in a kiss. She took his breath away. The sweetness of her breath and the heat of her body had him intoxicated. The sensations her body treated him to had him dizzy with pleasure. He didn’t want any of this to end.
He pulled back and started fucking her ass again. He watched as she played with her pussy with her blood red nails. He looked at her belly and the swell of her breasts, up to her face and finally rested on her blue eyes. They stayed there as their eyes locked and they were trapped in the moment.
He grabbed her breasts and picked up speed.
“I’m going to cum.”
“Yes. I want you to cum in my ass.”
“I want you to cum for me. Come on baby, cum for me.”
He grabbed her thighs now and started pounding her ass. She started screaming out with every stroke. She circled her pussy over and over bringing herself closer with every one of each of his strokes. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps as she felt herself cumming in torrents.
“I’m going to cum in you now.”
“Yeah, cum in my ass. Come in my ass and cum all over me.”
As she said this he slammed inside of her and she felt him swell and thought she would break. She felt heat flood her bowels as the heat of her own orgasms spread through her whole body. He pulled out of her body and came on her belly as well. She rubbed it in as he fell on top of her and hugged her to him.
“Oh you feel so good I don’t want you to ever leave.”
“But we both know I have to. I can’t stay. You have to go home to your wife at the end of this day.”
“Well then, there’s always tax season…” |
46 | Across the Ages | rothning | Anal | 2019-11-30 | 2021-08-20 | 2022-01-08 09:48:24 | 6 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/across-the-ages-01-1979-peggy | 1. Peggy gives Jack an early Christmas present. 2. Jack helps Ruth get over her divorce. 3. Jack and Kay fall in love. 4. Jack falls in love with another Barron woman. 5. We learn about Viola, the matriarch of the Barron family. 6. Jack has some time alone with Mimi, the youngest Barron. | ['Alone Time', 'Anal Sex', 'French Kiss', 'Older Man', 'Younger Woman'] | 4.45 | Jack looked out through the wide picture window at the pretty stretch of desert separating his house from Peggy's, streaked with yellow light from the setting winter sun. As long as he could remember Jack had been picking his way through the prickly pears to visit the sprawling compound where Peggy and her mother lived, with its guest house for her great grandmother and its grand pool overhung by old eucalyptus trees. Peggy was home for Christmas and Jack was looking forward to seeing her after the social complications of his first semester at the local university. He had fallen in with a crowd of medical students, and fallen in love, or so he imagined, with one of them.
But while they enjoyed each other's company and conversation at the parties he was included in, and although he thought he had made his feelings clear and thought he perceived some reciprocation, they hadn't moved to what seemed to him to be the logical next step, having sex. And he wasn't sure whether the hesitation came from him or from her. Although generally a talkative and gregarious person, Jack didn't know how to talk about sex, or how to initiate a conversation about it. Any move that came to mind seemed crass and at odds with the demands of friendship. He was, in fact, thoroughly confused about the relationship between friendship and sex. A confusion that was understandable because Jack, to his embarrassment at the age of 19, was a virgin.
These were the thoughts that occupied his mind as he made his way out the back gate and followed the winding path through the saguaros to Peggy's house.
"Jack, lovely to see you, here, help me with these cheese crisps," said Peggy's mother Ruth as he entered the kitchen door.
"Take this tray and pass it around the guests in the living room."
Every space in the kitchen was occupied by cutting boards piled with raw vegetables, plates of cheese, bowls of tortilla chips and guacamole, trays of filo dough triangles ready to be put into the oven, loaves of crusty French bread, large glass jugs of eggnog--the usual provisions for the Barron's annual holiday party. Ruth, a short woman with sharp eyes and a brisk, friendly manner, was head of the psychology department. A crowd of her colleagues was already emitting a buzz of conversation from the living room as they milled around the bar where Peggy was serving wine. Jack and Peggy had grown up serving as waiters at these parties, enjoying the occasional sip as they got older and joining the lively intellectual debates. It was a world that Jack felt comfortable with.
Peggy ran across the room to greet Jack as he entered. He put down his tray to hug her, registering in the back of his mind the warm press of her breasts against his chest.
"Vivian, Kay, and Lowell are coming over later for the after party in my room," she whispered. "Lowell is bringing some dope."
"Great, we can all sit around listening to Bob Dylan and getting stoned."
"Not likely. You know how I feel about Bob Dylan."
"One of these days I'll change your mind."
The old familiar argument was interrupted by Ruth. "Peggy, get back to your post! Jack, come in here and get another tray!"
For the next few hours the tide of the party surged from living room to pool to kitchen and back to living room, whirls of conversation spinning up and dying down, the flotsam and jetsam of empty bottles and food scraps accumulating at the margins.
Later that night, after Ruth had gone to bed, the five friends were sitting in Peggy's room, drinking wine, smoking dope, and listening to Bob Dylan. Peggy was sitting on her bed next to Lowell, Jack was lying on the floor with his head in Kay's lap, and Vivian was sitting at Peggy's desk, chair swiveled around to face the others.
Jack has been holding forth on the subject of Bob Dylan's qualities as a singer and poet.
"He can't sing worth a damn. He's always out of tune," said Vivian.
"Oh no," said Jack, taking another hit of the joint that was being passed around, "he has complete control over his voice. And his lyrics are a sort of abstract poetry, beautiful and mysterious."
"Fucked if I can see it," said Vivian.
"Speaking of fucked... " said Kay, grinning.
"Oh no, not another orgy," Vivian groaned.
"When did you guys have an orgy? And how come I wasn't invited?" complained Jack.
"Last weekend," said Peggy. "A bunch of us were hanging out around my pool. You were studying, remember?"
"Yeah, well, nobody told me there was going to be an orgy."
"It wasn't planned. People just sort of started doing stuff. I stayed out of it."
"What sort of stuff? You mean, full sex? Why did you stay out of it?"
"I don't know. It just seemed too impersonal, I guess."
"Poor Jack," said Kay. "But really, I don't think it would have been good for your first time."
They all knew that Jack was a virgin. It was something they had discussed endlessly on drunken evenings in their last year of high school. The truth was that Jack, much as he wanted sex, also shied away from it when the opportunity stared him in the face, as it had on more than one occasion. He had a private core that opened up under the warm glow of easy friendship but retreated when the air was crackling with the lightning of sexual desire.
Kay understood this, and bent over Jack with sweet enigmatic smile, her long brown hair drooping further and further, until their lips met, as if by chance, a gentle hint.
"Maybe we should give Jack an early Christmas present."
Peggy looked longingly from the bed, shivering at the thought of those lips touching. She held a secret desire to be Jack's first, but saw the sweet binding chemistry of reciprocity building between Jack and Kay. They kept kissing, their stoned hands wandering over their bodies as their buzzing lips remained locked together.
"Yeah, that's the sort of stuff they were doing," said Peggy. She shrugged her shoulders wistfully and then turned to Lowell with a wicked smile. "Want to try?" She put her arms around his neck and pulled him down on to the bed, on top of her.
Kay lifted Jack's head off her lap, swung herself over him, pinned his arms to the ground and rubbed her crotch against his. Jack was liminally aware of his stoned state, that Kay was a childhood friend, the way they had wrestled together as kids, this new thing that was happening as he raised his lips to hers and felt his cock harden against her crotch, the sighed "oh yes" that left her throat, his tongue probing her open wet mouth, her tongue responding.
Vivian's gaze was soft and bright. She stared at the two couples grinding against each other, still clothed, thinking the unthinkable, and moved her hand between her legs.
"Um, guys, you're not really going to do it, are you?"
Lowell and Peggy stopped their grinding and looked around sheepishly.
Kay said, "Give me a few seconds, I'm almost there," and continued moving on the hard bulge in Jack's jeans until she arched back with a deep groan. "Oh, that was a good one. I needed that. That's a nice big cock you've got there Jack." She looked over at Vivian, eyes still veiled with lust, and answered her with a little shake of her head.
"Actually, I can't give Jack his present now, at least it would be a bit messy. I'm having my period."
"I can," said Peggy.
"But what about me?" asked Lowell, desperation in his eyes.
Kay looked at the four of them and decided to take charge. She had always been the one to teach them new things. It was she who had decided they would all learn to cook when they were in middle school, commandeering Ruth's kitchen for the lessons. She had a talent for quiet command, a curious impassive quality that betrayed no personal expectation, as if what she was suggesting came not from any particular desire on her part but was merely an expression of the reality of the situation, a reality inconsistent with any thought that people might disobey her. This quality would stand her in good stead in her future career as a school teacher.
Kay flashed one of the rare brilliant smiles that she dispensed at critical moments to reassure her students, a glimpse into the guarded privacy of her soul.
"I learned a few things from my landlord last summer. I think it's time to pass on my learning. Lowell, you come over here and lie down where Jack is. Jack, you go and sit next to Peggy and watch. Vivian, come sit here on the other side of Lowell."
The room was saturated with potentiality. They all knew something new was about to happen, and they felt safe in the knowledge that they would be among friends, with affection binding them and trust sealing their circle off from any intrusion or knowledge of the outside world. They were moving in their own little universe.
"OK, let's start with you, Lowell."
She expertly removed the clothing from the lower part of his body, yanking out his belt and throwing it across the room with a flourish of the wrist, pulling off his underpants to reveal his semi-erect cock. She took it reverently in her hands, much as she might hold up a piece of prime meat in a cooking demonstration.
"This, boys and girls, is a penis. Or, as I like to call it, a cock."
She inspected it carefully.
"Good, I was afraid you might have come already. Vivian, take off your panties and show everybody your pussy."
Vivian, having no idea what possessed her, complied, as if in a dream, revealing her swollen pink valley amid luxuriant black hair.
"This, boys and girls, is a vagina. Or, as I like to call it, a cunt. Aren't they both beautiful? They are the most wonderful things we humans possess, and we should learn to make good use of them."
She looked over at Peggy and Jack, who were making out on the bed, oblivious. "Oh well, never mind them, they can learn later. Now, Vivian, come and sit on Lowell's face while I suck his cock."
Lowell was now feeling adequately compensated for the loss of Peggy, as Kay's warm wet lips enveloped him and his tongue probed Vivian. "Make your tongue stiff, Lowell," said Vivian, as she started to move herself around on him, discovering that she could get exactly the right pressure and movement on her clitoris.
On the bed, Jack moved his hand down, reached under Peggy's dress and found the tangled swamp of her pubic hair and then the ripe wet flesh hidden inside. This was new territory for Jack. He didn't quite understand the geography of those parts. But he knew that if he reached into his own pants and pulled out his cock and started searching with it he would find the most wonderful accepting place to put it in. Suddenly the body beneath him became Peggy, his childhood friend, and with a start he looked at her. Her eyes were wide with surprise and narrow with desire. Knowledge and acknowledgment passed between them, amplifying the moment in a way that mere lust could not: this is us and we are going to do this. Peggy reached down and fished Jack's cock out of his shorts and guided it inside her. Jack felt the smooth tight slickness around his cock, like nothing he had ever felt before, stunned at the the newness of it, that Peggy, his old friend, could have such a place.
"Hold still for a moment. I want to show you something Kay told me about, that she learned from her landlord." She also was marveling at firm piece of Jack's flesh inside her, at the soft look in his eyes, which widened when she contracted her vaginal muscles around him. "Can you feel that?"
"Yes. Oh yes."
"Isn't it amazing, you being in me?"
"Yes. Unbelievable. I dreamed, but didn't know. Thank you."
They looked affectionately into each other's eyes, sharing the trusting vulnerability of penetration and being penetrated, exposing their most intimate parts to each other.
"I don't think I'm going to last very long."
"Go for it. Kiss me."
They sighed into each other's mouths, tongues plunging as Jack started thrusting. He came quickly, furtively, holding his breath and not wanting to make a noise, the way he had done so often when masturbating into his pillow, thinking of this very moment.
"Sorry, I should have tried to last a bit longer. It's just that it was so wonderful, so nice being inside you, and we were kissing and your tongue was inside me and I wanted it to last forever but I also just wanted to come so much and then suddenly I was coming like mad and I... "
Peggy fit a finger over his lips.
"Shoosh, you think too much. Just relax and enjoy the moment."
She pulled his head down on her breast and stroked his hair, looking up at the ceiling, enjoying the way her body encompassed and accepted his thickness. And secretly thinking that it really would have been nice to go a bit longer.
Across the room came sounds of completion, Lowell spurting into Kay's mouth as Vivian spasmed on his thrusting tongue. They fell asleep in a triangle, head to lap, to the sound of gentle snoring from the bed.
Some time later, Jack awoke, needing to pee. He picked his way through the bodies on the floor to go to the bathroom. Standing at the toilet, he remembered as he finished the magical moment of fucking Peggy, and his cock started to swell. He removed his clothing, planning to return naked to her bed, rub against her bum, caress her breasts, give her what she needed. But as he was returning, Peggy came out of the room, determination and desire in her eyes. She looked at his erect cock and hanging balls.
"You unwrapped your present too quickly. Now I want mine."
She drew him in and kissed him then, enveloping him in a warm fleshy welcome. This time Jack was fully aware of her generous breasts against his chest, her round bum cheeks in his hands as he grabbed her, their tongues twisting and chasing each other in their conjoined mouths. Peggy stood back, pulled up her dress, lay down on the hallway floor and spread her legs wide apart, showing her copper colored bush, crinkly dark rose flaps, and wet red gash.
"Come and take me now, take me hard. I want you all the way in."
Jack got down and entered her in one thrust. They fucked hard and loud this time, rocking back and forth in perfect synchrony on Peggy's fleshy bum and Jack's knobbly knees. They climbed the mountainside together, until Peggy threw her head back and cried out her orgasm as Jack gave a full throated groan, his spurting cock buried in her spasming cunt. They came back to his world, staring at each other.
"Better that time?"
"Oh yes, perfect. Merry Christmas, Jack."
"Merry Christmas, Peggy."
They spoke at the same time.
"Best present ever."
Down the hallway, behind her closed bedroom door, Ruth lay in bed, awake to the sounds, thrusting her dildo deep again and again as she reached a silent orgasm.
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47 | Acting out Fantasies Ch | revolution1776 | Anal | 2014-09-13 | 2015-01-29 | 2022-01-08 09:48:28 | 5 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/acting-out-fantasies | 1. A husband and wife act out their fantasy. 2. Shar and I bring in a new girl into our sex club. 3. Waking up in the morning.. 4. Shar's lesbian fantasy. 5. A special meeting after work. | ['After Work', 'Anal', 'Cheating', 'Fantasies', 'Husband', 'Secret', 'Seduction', 'Strangers', 'Wife'] | 3.82 | Early in our marriage my beautiful wife and I began buying erotic magazines. One of our favorite turn-ons was reading about the fantasies of others. Invariably we would wind up having a discussion about these fantasies followed by some fantastic lovemaking.
One day I confessed that one of my fantasies was to have sex with the very sensuous and quite mature daughter of our divorced next door neighbor while my wife and the next door neighbor looked on and then made it with each other. At that point my wife had never had a homosexual relationship nor acknowledged any bisexual tendencies. Since ours was a monogamous marriage, I assumed that my fantasy would remain just that.
Several days later while we were eating breakfast clothed only in our birthday suits, the front doorbell rang. Shar, my wife, slipped on her housecoat and went to the door while I continued eating. Within seconds, she returned and I looked up from my paper to see her and our lovely divorced next-door neighbor staring at me and giggling. Trying to appear nonchalant (although we were all blushing), I told Jill to take off her clothes and enjoy breakfast with us.
It's difficult to describe the delights of that breakfast. Seeing the woman I loved naked with a woman I had often fantasized about, also naked, gave me an almost painful erection. This happy fact was visible to both women through the glass-topped breakfast table.
Suddenly Shar was telling Jill all about my fantasies. To my utter surprise, Jill said that she had had similar fantasies about fucking me—and about experimenting with bisexuality. I thought I was dreaming when both women moved their chairs nearer to mine and began fondling my cock and talking sexy. Before I knew it we were all in the bedroom and in bed. Jill and I fucking while Shar watched and masturbated. Jill had not been making it with anyone lately, which no doubt explained why she came twice in rapid succession. Since I hadn't yet come I pulled out of Jill and sank my cock into Shar's wet vagina, catapulting her into a frenetic orgasm. I came seconds later, my creamy semen gushing into Shar's quaking cunt.
After resting for a while, I took one of Shar's hands and put it on Jill's breasts, then put one of Jill's hands on Shar's breasts. They needed no further encouragement. Soon they were really getting it on licking, kissing, and stroking each other as I watched. It was sheer delight to witness two beautiful, very turned-on women experience for the first time the pleasures of bisexuality. The two of them enjoyed each other for over thirty minutes, during which each experienced multiple orgasms. Finally, they lay back on the bed exhausted.
A little later, as we layed back and talked, Shar informed Jill of my fantasy involving her daughter. Again much to my surprise Jill responded favorably, saying with a devilish smile, that my having sex with her daughter sounded like a "fun thing." Just talking about it turned us all on, and soon we were fucking and sucking again. Jill spent the whole afternoon with us and left only when her daughter phoned inquiring as to her whereabouts.
Jill was a regular breakfast visitor for the next two weeks so I thought nothing of it when one morning the doorbell rang as Shar and I were having breakfast (in the buff, as always). I heard Jill and my wife talking and went back to my newspaper. I was startled when cool hands suddenly covered my eyes and a nipple was thrust into my mouth. When the hands were removed, I discovered that it was Dian's breast that I had been nibbling on. She was stark naked and exceedingly lovely to behold.
I pulled the deliciously desirable eighteen-year-old onto my lap and began fondling and kissing her. I heard a moan from behind me and turned to discover Shar on her knees, kissing and licking Jill's pussy. Picking Dian up, I carried her into the bedroom and placed her spread-eagled on the bed. She lifted her hips off the bed, offering up her pretty pussy. Within seconds I was tonguing her young womanhood, lapping up her tasty juices as she kept her firm, muscular legs wrapped around my head to hold me in place. Her hands caressed and tugged at my hair—it was as if she wanted my whole head inside of her.
After a while I pulled my face from Dian's wonderful wetness and glanced to my right. I had felt the mattress sag while eating Dian and now I discovered Shar and Jill in a sixty-nine, each with her head buried between the other's legs. I positioned the bulbous head of my fully erect cock at Dian's vagina and then, in one firm thrust, buried myself balls deep inside her tight love passage. She immediately locked her arms around my back and started moaning. By the time I came she was writhing under me like a wild thing, clawing at my back as my semen spurted into her tight, gripping vagina.
That Saturday I had intercourse with Dian twice, her mother once, and Shar once. I was thoroughly spent, but very satisfied, by the time Dian and her mother bid us goodbye and returned to their own house. The scene has been repeated a number of times and Dian has been introduced to the delights of lesbianism. Watching her pleasure her mother and Shar is something I know I will always enjoy. We have also welcomed Dian's boyfriend, Don, into our little group and he has proven to be a very nice addition.
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48 | Actions and Consequences | Shadowforce1 | Anal | 2018-09-06 | 2021-09-04 | 2022-01-08 09:48:30 | 9 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/actions-and-consequences-pt-01 | 1. Some actions are worth the risk, just for the rewards. 2. Anna tells the truth and faces the consequences. 3. Anna finds a new job, but can she make the right decisions? 4. Anna starts to think for herself. 5. Anna gets ahead of her problems. 6. Anna Makes another hard decision. 7. Anna starts to rethink her decisions. 8. Anna Dives Deeper into her new world. 9. Anna finally gets what she deserves. | ['Bbw', 'Busty', 'Double Penetration', 'Facial', 'Interracial', 'Tit Fuck'] | 3.94 | He fucked me harder, pushing my legs further forward. They were almost touching the headboard behind me. I looked up at him. His dark face, with those dark brown eyes looking down at me. His strong muscular arm was holding the headboard from hitting the wall.
"Fuck me," I moaned softly.
He nodded then began pounding his big black dick into me, harder and faster. I slammed a hand over my mouth, to stifle the loud scream that wanted to tell the world, how hard this man was fucking me.
I could hear my husband talking to our children in the room next to us. If Frederick weren't holding the headboard, it would be walloping the wall, letting my husband hear everything. I knew I should feel guilty for having another man inside me. But I didn't, for six days I had watched Frederick walk around the resort hotel with his wife, all I could think of was how lucky she was. It was pure coincidence that their room was next to ours.
From the first night we arrived, I heard Frederick fuck his wife. I heard her scream and calling his name over and over again. My husband grew angry because our children might hear. I knew they couldn't hear anything because their room was on the other side of ours. I knew he was jealous that he had never got me to scream that loud, or scream his name. It was after the third night that I decided I wanted to know how it felt to get fucked liked that.
When I finally got the nerve to talk to him. I quickly noticed he couldn't take his eyes off of my chest. When I looked at his wife, I could understand why. She had small natural breasts, while mine were nearly triple her size. Having three kids had made mine large. I decided I was going to use them to my advantage and by the second time we talked his hands were all over me.
With his wife out shopping and my husband watching the kids, I lied and told him I was going to the exercise room. I slipped on my shortest black workout shorts and a pink sports bra and went out of the room. I made sure no one was in the hallway. Then knocked on Frederick's door. He practically threw me from the door to the bed.
Within seconds our mouths and tongues were all over each other. Frederick's hands squeezed and mauled at my breasts. When I took his dick out, I understood why she was screaming. His dick was nearly double the length of my husband's and much thicker. I removed my shorts as fast as I could, he thrust it deep inside of me and began to fuck me hard.
Now I looked up at him he silently nodded down to me and whispered that he was going to cum. I pulled my legs off of his shoulders, wrapping them around his waist. I locked my feet around him and pulled him deeper into me. He looked at me with a smile.
I felt his muscles tighten, as he flooded my insides with his cum. Never had another man cum inside me. My husband had been my first love. He had taken my virginity just before we got married. I had never been with another man until now. My hands wrapped around his neck as his dick throbbed and pulsed inside me, pumping more of his cum into me.
When he finished, we just nodded at each other. I gave him a kiss then put my clothes on. I knew I had to make it back to my room and take a shower before his cum leaked out of me and down my leg past the legs of my shorts. He gave my ass a gentle spank as he let me know the coast was clear. I went out into the hallway. Then I heard the chime of the elevator. I quickly ran to the opposite side of the hall then quickly turned around. I began walking back at a faster pace.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," I replied back with a smile.
"Was there a gym inside of the hotel?" she asked me as we got close to each other.
"Yes, it is just downstairs to the right off the elevator," I answered.
"Looks like you hit all the shops," I smiled looking at all the bags she carried in her hands.
"Yes, there was a lot of bargains," she smiled.
I looked at her with her long black fake hair, long fake nails, and that fake smile. She was doing the same to me. Without a doubt, she was calling me a bitch or a white she-devil, like some of the other black women I worked with called me. Most of them called me a bimbo because of my blonde hair and big tits. Little did this one know that this bimbo with the blonde hair and big tits, just fucked her husband and had his cum inside her.
"Well I better get inside, the kids will probably want to go to the pool," I said.
"Nice talking to you," she replied.
When I entered the room, Timothy greeted me.
"You're back," Timothy said. "We were just about to go down to the pool."
"I will join you guys after I take a shower," I nodded as I walked into the bathroom.
"You look like you had a good work out," Timothy said.
"The best!" I replied. "I think I will have to work out like that more often when we get back home."
"That would be great," he said as the kids pulled him out of the room. The door closed behind them.
"Oh yes, it will," I smiled as I stepped into the shower.
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49 | Adam & Eve | NorthwestRain | Anal | 2002-01-09 | 2002-01-09 | 2022-01-08 09:48:38 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/adam-and-eve | Hot sex at the beginning of humanity. | ['Adam & Eve', 'Back Allowing', 'Finger Slid', 'Flat Rock', 'Folds Skin', 'Head Penis', 'Penis Anus', 'Slightly Open', 'Soaking Vagina', 'Sucking Gently', 'Vagina Pushed'] | 4.11 | She sprang from the moss beside the palms and white lillies, the first human on earth, and the most perfect creation of mother nature so far. She grew in the Garden of Eden, flourishing on the plump fruits and abundant spring waters, splashing in the lagoons and climbing through the jungles, her developing young breasts already full and bouncy. Her hair long and dark, strands slipping beside her oval face with adorning soft cheeks and pointed chin. Her buttocks looked plump beneath her thin waist and elegant back which the gentle sun had slightly darkened.
My mouth was watering at the sight of her lovely body as she squatted on the water's edge, splashing pee down beneath her spread legs and looking up at the blue sky. I noticed as she slipped quietly into the lake that her body was quite different from my own, which was broader, bigger and more muscular. Although I didn't have the plump breasts on my chest or only a small spattering of hair, she was minus the penis hanging between my legs, which sometimes grew hard and red and bubbled with small daubs of a sticky fluid.
It was like that now, jutting out in front of me as I hid behind the bushes, wondering how I could approach this wondrous creature. Her head was above the water, and the sun illuminated her hair and skin making them glisten. I so wanted to burst forth from the bushes and leap into the water with her smooth, almost hairless body, so much like my own, yet still so lusciously different. My hand gently stroked my erect penis, trying to soothe its flaming heat.
I moved cautiously around the bushes, my knees brushing against small red chilis and orange cumquats, and I pushed the palm fronds to the side for a closer view. Ah, here I could see the small spatterings of freckles across her tan cheeks, and the red moisture of her lips. I could imagine kissing them, sucking gently on them. My thickly veined penis strained harder and I wiped away a little drop of fluid and brought it to my lips for a taste. It was smooth and salty, like an oyster from the rocks down by the sea.
She climbed gracefully from the water and back onto the rocks, next to the wet puddle she had made and lay down in the sun, her legs stretching out towards me, slightly open, droplets of moisture glistening in the hair between them.
I ducked lower hoping to glimpse the ruddy brown flesh hiding so teasingly below that alluring tuft of hair. I gulped, my mouth intensely dry, parted slightly, as I held my breath in the shadows of the shrubbery. My elbow brushed against the engorged head of my penis, taking with it the next bulb of moisture, followed by a long sticky strand.
Her hand slid down over her ribcage and belly, slowly between her legs, making them part slightly. I strained my eyes harder to make out what was there. Her middle finger slid up and down as if the spot was very slippery and her legs parted further. I nearly fell over as I saw her sex come into view. It looked tantalising, glistening there in the sun, pouting cheekily at me. She let out a low groan .
I could see two folds of skin, and a smaller fold just lingering between them, encased perfectly beneath a swell of flesh, all glistening. I sucked on my lip, my heart pounding in my chest, transfixed by this beautiful creature's sultry display. Her finger slid up and down, dipping between the pink lips and then back up to her mouth where she sucked on it, a look of warmth coming across her face.
I knew if I moved she would see me, so desperately I tried to stop my legs from shaking. Her legs opened further and I looked lower to where her buttocks squashed flat on the rock to the dark shadow beneath her open vagina. I could just make out the shape of her anus in the shadow, and the sublime creases where her thighs met her bottom. I wanted to suck on all of them. From where had such a creature come, I wondered, and are there more of them?
Then her eyes caught mine. She stared directly at me and I froze, my heart stopping dead and my limbs seizing up. She sat up a little pushing her dark hair back, and I was amazed as a tiny smile appeared on her face. She sat forwards more, her breasts swaying, and her smile broadened into an expression of joyous surprise.
She stood up and walked towards me and held back the branches between us. I slowly rose from my position and her eyes dropped to the engorged penis jutting out before me, angry with veins. Her mouth opened as she stared at it then back at my face, her expression a mixture of joy and surprise. I stood frozen to the spot, my face burning with embarrassment.
With slender fingers she beckoned me forward, her tongue peeking between her lips. She touched me gently on the shoulder as I climbed from the brush, and she wasn't frightened as I had expected her to be. Then again, I was not some wild animal. I was one of her kind. One of the humans. I wondered if I was the only other one she'd seen, and if she knew where I had come from. Yet I had no way to ask her. I could only stand there smiling nervously as she felt my skin and smiled, her blue eyes flashing.
I'd watched her many times from my hiding spot, wondering if I should make contact with her and every time backing away, too afraid of her mysteries. And now I was here, standing by her lagoon while she ran her hands all over my body. I couldn't believe my luck. I had spent my life on the coastline fishing and hunting, sometimes thinking about how I seemed to be the only one of my kind, and sometimes feeling a little sad, a little lonely.
Now I looked into the blue oceans of her eyes as the backs of her fingers skimmed over my stomach and the corner of her lip turned up, and nervously reached my hand toward her shoulder. Cautiously I checked her expression to ensure she didn't get frightened, then finally touched her skin. It was so much smoother than my own, and deliciously creamy. She moaned softly and I knew it was all okay. Then I felt her fingers brush my penis.
I felt it jerk tightly, threatening to ejaculate all over her. She jumped a little with shock, pulling her hand away, then she looked back up at me and giggled. Her breasts swayed, full and swollen, and her dark nipples were crinkled and hard, pointing towards me. I let my fingers slide down her arm, over the small bone at her elbow and down her forearm to her hand which again tentatively touched my penis.
I looked down at it and could see more clear fluid in a bulb at the opening. Her cool fingers touched it on the side, then curled around the shaft, squeezing gently. I groaned with ecstasy, feeling it jerk a few more times, then relax.
My own hands roamed over her warm skin, down her belly and across the bones of her hips. We both instinctively knew what had to be done. My hands cupped her breasts and I gently squeezed, enjoying their fullness. Gently I pushed her down on the flat rock. Her hands dropped away from my penis and she smiled as she spread her legs wide and lifted her bottom off the rock. She spread her swollen lips, showing me the shining fluids collecting there and her engorged clitoris nestled among the folds of her skin.
I knelt before her, sucking in a long, shaky breath and stroking the tuft of soft curls then sliding down into the slippery lips of her vagina. She groaned and whimpered slightly, straining to lift herself higher towards my mouth. I lowered my head and kissed her mound softly, then swept my tongue down the side between the inner and outer lips, immediately tasting her rich tang.
I let the tip of my tongue complete a slow round of the outskirts of her vagina, then I ventured into her soft centre. I flicked over her hard clitoris a few times then slid lower over her urethra, feeling the small hole with the tip of my tongue, then I pushed up inside her as far as I could, making my entire lower face wet with her juices. The taste was exquisite, a cross between an oyster and a mango, yet with a zest of tangerine.
My penis threatened to explode so reluctantly I pulled my face from her soaking vagina and caught the glazed, lustful look in her eyes. She sat up and grabbed my penis which was covered in slippery fluid at the tip and put her lips around it. My knees gave out a little and I sat back, allowing her to do whatever she liked. I felt my penis flinch and shudder a few times as her mouth slid down to take in as much as she could. The head pushed hard against her throat and her saliva ran down my hard testicles bunched tightly beneath me.
She slowly licked down the underside of my penis to my testicles and ran her tongue lavishly over them, gently pushing me back and licking around my bum, then back up and engulfing the head again, her blue eyes looking up at me, her chin wet.
I took her head and gently urged her to turn around on her hands and knees. She eagerly did so and arched her back invitingly. I grabbed her hips and moved toward her spread vagina and gorgeous anus, which also lay slightly open. She was so ripe and ready for me I took my hot penis and rubbed it from her vagina up to her anus and back again, smearing more wetness over the entire area, then stuffed it halfway into her. She squealed and flinched as I was stopped by some kind of barrier, but in my haste I pulled back and thrust again, harder this time and felt the barrier burst and I slid in as far as it would go, until I was snugly embedded within her.
Again my penis flexed and threatened to ejaculate deep inside her, but I held still, feeling her vagina gripping and relaxing. I stared at the joining of our bodies, and could see blood around the base of my penis. Her anus was no longer open but clenched tightly like a tiny dimple. It was still slick with her fluids and I was overcome by an urge to lick at it. For some reason I had to push my tongue into her bum, so I slid out with a soft squelch and saw more thin blood slicked along the length of my penis.
She groaned in surprise as I licked at her anus, then leaned forward more and arched her back allowing me full access. There was a similar tang to her vagina which made me want more. I stretched apart her bum cheeks and pushed my tongue gently past the folds of her muscle until she relaxed and I could push it right in. There was a different, more earthy taste inside which I liked and I poked my tongue in and licked at the tight passage.
She was now groaning in pleasure, her face on the rock and her own fingers pulling apart her holes, ocassionally brushing over her own anus when my tongue crept lower to lap at her vagina. Again I pushed my penis inside her vagina, coating it in juices and blood while my thumbs pushed into her anus, spreading apart the hole, watching the muscle contract and relax.
I could stand it no more so I pulled out of her vagina and pushed the head of my penis into her anus. I heard her gasp again and go still, then I felt it open gradually and accept me inside. I slid in as far as I could and licked at the juices all over my fingers. My penis was begging for release, so swollen and jumping inside her bowels that I made one more thrust and then pushed right in as far as I could go. She too must have felt my impending climax and pushed back harder against me, her squeals of delight echoing off the water.
And then I exploded, in great convulsions and spasms of pleasure. I felt each spurt of semen shoot up through me and deep into her rectum, flooding her bowel and seeping out around my penis as I slid back and forth in her hole. I felt warm liquid splashing on my thighs and reached my hand to her vagina which gushed with pee as she screamed over and over. I thrust again and again, feeling more spurts being squeezed from my penis as the last of her pee dribbled over my fingers.
I slid my erection from her anus and looked at the red, gaping hole and the interior of her arse, all coated with white sperm before it slowly closed leaving a pearl on her anus. I bent down and licked at it gently, tasting myself, then went lower and licked at her soaking vagina. I had to gulp at the thick mixture of juices gathered there, before she was relatively clean, then I went back to her anus and felt the now softened muscle allow even further access inside her. I sucked as much of my semen as I could from her gaping orifice while licking at the interior.
She turned around and passionately kissed me, lapping at the juices all over my face, then lowered her head and engulfed my softening penis, sucking gently on it.
I sighed and sat back, totally drained, and took in the sights around me. The beautiful curves of her back and bum, and the lagoon behind her, shimmering in the afternoon sunlight. |
50 | Adam and Sharon | Aussiemale50 | Anal | 2012-06-01 | 2012-09-15 | 2022-01-08 09:48:38 | 6 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/adam-and-sharon-things-progress | 1. They get more confident together and she reveals her need. 2. Their sexuality explored. 3. Shaz talks about Mandy. 4. Sharon explores his anal desires. 5. Sharon makes him an offer he can't refuse. 6. Sharon and Adam debrief his night with Anna. | ['Fetish', 'Oral', 'Strap On'] | 4.17 | Adam and Sharon, things progress...
They had been seeing each other regularly for some months now. The relationship was becoming very comfortable. Adam had met her work colleagues at the publishing company where she is a senior editor. In turn, Adam has taken Sharon to a staff function with the staff of his consulting engineering business.
All of his staff were delighted that he was dating again; his happiness was obvious and he had become far easier to work with.
Andrew and Steve were delighted for both of them and had been privately discussing if and when they might move in together. Both were very comfortable with their obvious sexuality although Andrew had been highly embarrassed to come home one afternoon to find her in the kitchen wearing only a lacy bra and skimpy almost transparent black knickers!
She didn't seem to be as embarrassed and casually returned to the bedroom to cover up giving him a terrific view of her butt on the way. "Dad sure got himself a hot piece here" he thought, surprised that he had a hard on watching her...
They celebrated their six month anniversary with a weekend away at a coastal resort. Sharon drove in her Volvo and Adam spent the drive happily massaging her thigh, wondering if she was wet.
He didn't take long to find out as she pulled off the highway into a quitter side road where she pulled in to a forestry access road and killed the engine. "Damn Adam; how do you expect me to keep driving with my pussy throbbing like this?" She leaned over and unzipped his jeans, taking his dick firmly in her hand.
His hand slid up her leg and he was pleasantly surprised to find she was naked under her skirt. His fingers slipped easily into her sopping pussy as she went down on him.
She took a break from sucking and while continuing to stroke him, asked "Do you like this Adam? Do you like me sucking your cock almost in public view? Do you like the thought of me not wearing knickers? Do you want to cum in my mouth?"
Yes he did! His fingers worked her cunt and clit and before long he felt the sperm rising in his groin. "You ready for me Shaz? I'm going to fill your mouth with my sticky white juice" and with that, he did.
Sharon let his cum drip out over his dick then hungrily licked it off. She didn't mind not climaxing herself, there was plenty of time for that, and besides, with Adam having cum now, she knew that he would take his time with her when they got to their room in an hour or so.
"You'll need to look after me tonight for that, and by the way, I have a couple of surprises for you when we arrive..."
She straightened her skirt and Adam zipped himself up. In 45 minutes they arrived at their motel and checked into their room. Sharon needed to pee and asked Adam to unpack her bag. He hung a dress, and two skirts and tops in the wardrobe, put her shoes away and put her cosmetics bag by the bathroom door. Conspicuously there was no underwear. All that was left in the bag was a very skimpy red bikini and a wrapped parcel labelled 'To my boyfriend'.
Coming out of the bathroom she asked if he'd found the surprises. He held up the bikini and the parcel but didn't mention the lack of underwear. "Do you like the bikini? It's my favourite colour, and are you going to open your gift?"
"Yes to both" he replied, ripping the wrapping off the package. Inside were two silky black male G-strings and a big blue dildo. "What are the G-strings for?"
"You" she replied. "Didn't you notice that I packed no underwear? I'm not wearing any now and I thought you might like the feeling of these instead of those ugly boxers you're wearing! Come on, get your pants off and put one on. I want to see your naked butt and to see how well your cock fits the tiny pouch at the front." With that she pushed him back onto the bed and ripped his pants and boxers off.
He'd never worn anything like this before and was somewhat embarrassed. Once he had them on she spun him around and smacked his arse. "I like the way they look, it will be fun at dinner tonight, with you knowing I'm naked under my dress and me knowing you're wearing these. I want to shower before we go but first I want you to do something for me and finish off what you couldn't finish in the car." With that she pulled her dress off over her head, lay on the bed and started to stroke herself.
"Get your head down here now" she commanded. Adam didn't need to be invited twice and after quickly removing his shirt, buried his head between her legs, licking and sucking at her freshly shaved slot.
Although his late wife Katherine had enjoyed sex, and was always willing to suck him, she never liked oral herself and for years Adam had fantasised about being with a woman who liked to have her pussy eaten out. To get between Sharon's legs, to sink his tongue into her pussy, to lick her clit and finger her arsehole was like going to heaven.
Sharon was clearly enjoying it, her fingers joined his lips on her clit and as her juices began to flow rapidly, and as her nipples hardened, she knew it wouldn't be long before she climaxed. Her pussy juices flowed over her other hole and, knowing she was ready for it, Adam pushed two fingers into her butt. Now with her arse penetrated, with three fingers of his other hand deep in her slot, her clit under massive attack from his tongue and her fingers, she exploded. "Oh Jesus Adam, you're good; that's fucking fantastic."
Her body relaxed and for maybe 30 minutes they lay together, saying nothing. By now it was 7 and she was getting hungry. She suggested they shower together and then chose each other's outfits and go for dinner. In the shower she washed his dick, stroking it with soap sufficiently for him to get hard again. He wanted to fuck her badly and when he went near her with his hard on, she pushed him away, saying he had to wait...
Once dry, he selected her short black skirt and the striped red top. Watching her put them on, knowing she was naked underneath was a huge turn on and he found it difficult to get himself inside the G-string. She chose him a pair of blue pants and a grey checked shirt which she said was not to be buttoned to the top. He wore loafers with no socks, she chose black sandals.
They sat on bar stools and ordered drinks. "You're only allowed two Adam" she reminded him, "I want you able to perform tonight." Her short skirt was riding high on her legs and she was having fun flashing her nakedness at him. Adam was sure other people could see up her skirt and when he mentioned it; her reply was to let them!
This was a side of her he hadn't imagined before, Sharon an exhibitionist! Where had this been hiding? "They can probably see my nipples too" she noted with a smile. "You've been so busy looking up my legs you haven't noticed that they're hardening." He looked and yes, they were very evident.
"I feel really wanton Adam, I want you to talk sexy to me throughout dinner, share your dirtiest thoughts with me, and tell me stories about what you'd like to do with me over the next 48 hours. I'm going to be your dirty little whore for the weekend; my goal is to please you more than anyone ever has before. I might even give you some suggestions about using that vibrator too."
Dinner arrived and they sat at their table.
Sharon's left leg was massaging the inside of his and he felt his erection straining against the G-string. The feeling of having a naked arse was more exciting that he had imagined, the idea of G-strings was becoming more and more appealing! Especially as she had bought them for him; he figured he now knew how women feel when guys buy sexy lingerie for them.
"So what do you want to do to your slutty girlfriend tonight my dear? Do you want to take her out into the carpark and fuck her against a wall? Do you want to spread oil all over my tits, fuck them and come on my face? Do you want to use that new toy on my pussy and fuck my arse, or maybe you want me to use it on yours? Come on big boy, tell me all."
Where to start? The last six months had been the most intensely erotic months of his life. What could his highly logical mind conjure up now? "I sense an exhibitionist streak in you so right now I want you to show me your tits. Pull your top down for two seconds so I can see." Sharon didn't hesitate and did exactly what he asked.
"Impressive, now slide your fingers between your legs, get some pussy juice on them and let me lick it off." Again she did as she was told. There, in a public place, Sharon had flashed her tits and stuck her fingers into her cunt. "Finish your steak then I want you to masturbate until you come and give me a commentary as you do."
She described in detail the feeling of her hand on her pussy, of how many fingers she was using, which one was on her clit; her nipples hardened again and he knew from her face that she was enjoying this. Looking around the room, Adam sensed a "Harry met Sally" moment; three guys and at least one woman were watching closely as she let out a huge sigh and a muffled "Yes!"
"Well done girlfriend, now relax while I tell you what's going to happen for the rest of the evening. After we finish eating, we're going to the park across the road and I'm going to take your clothes off and walk back to the room. When you see the light go on in the room, you're going to walk back, knock on the door and wait for me to open it. Then once I let you in, you're going to undress me and let me oil your arse and use that new toy on it. Then I'm going to oil your tits and use them to get me really hard.
"Next I'm going to roll you onto your stomach and you will thrust your arse up and I'll fuck your arse until I can't take it anymore. With your pussy full of cum, you're going to straddle me and let it all drip out over my stomach then you're going to lick every drop off me."
"Yes, yes, please, let's not get dessert Adam, take me to the park now, I want your cock in my arse desperately and the thought of exhibiting myself really turns me on." Adam signed the check and we left.
In the park she kissed him hard, rubbing herself against him as she did. He took her skirt off, stuck his fingers into her dripping pussy then took her top off. She stood tall; upright and looked to be brimming with confidence. He left her there, naked in public and casually walked back, turning around to see if she had become coy and covered herself. She hadn't.
She did exactly what he had told her, she waited until the light came on and he watched thought the curtains as she crossed the road, receiving a couple of car horn toots as she did. Adam wasn't in a hurry to open the door and as soon as she was inside, she jumped at him and almost tore his clothes off me. Adam had some lubricant ready and massaged it around her butt hole and when he thought it was ready, slid two fingers in her before putting the vibrator to work. She spread wider as he thrust it into her.
For at least 5 minutes he worked that thing in her arse. She loved it, telling him that she had always wanted a guy to pay attention to her anal desires. He was incredibly hard, his dick seemed bigger than it ever had been and, taking the lube, he poured great blobs onto her tits and stroked his cock between them. Meantime Sharon kept the vib working in her arse, telling him she wanted him inside her, to fuck her stupid and fill her with juice.
By the time Adam got to enter her, her pussy was soaking wet. He had rolled her on her stomach and pushed as deep as he could. She moaned with pleasure. "Fuck me Adam, get deeper, get right inside me, I want to feel you banging against my stomach; yes, yes, I'm going to come again, fill me up honey, ahhhh, yes I can feel your juice exploding inside me, yes I'm coming too!" The sheets were soaked and she was dripping wet too. She knelt over him and cum dripped out onto his stomach then as he had commanded, then she licked it off.
She kissed him gently and passionately and before collapsing to sleep, her last words were "What's going to happen tomorrow?"
"When we wake up, you're going to give me the longest hand and blow job ever. I want you to make me last for an hour at least and then let me splash everything I have over your face and hair."
"I will do that for you my darling. I love you, goodnight."
That was the first time she had used those words with him. "I love you too" he replied, cuddling up to her as we drifted off to sleep.
The clock said 7.15 when he woke, I Sharon was still asleep and he popped out of bed to take a piss. Back in bed she was still asleep. He leaned over her to give her a soft slow kiss which woke her up.
"Morning honey, you slept well."
"Hardly surprising after the work out you gave me last night!" she replied. "I need to pee." Adam watched her amazing butt as she disappeared, wondering if she was going to deliver on last night's promise. When she returned she sat on the end of the bed; her legs spread out and across his, her pussy staring him in the face. She told him he wasn't to move, wasn't to touch, wasn't to speak; just to watch. She licked her fingers and circled her nipples slowly for maybe five minutes before working slowly down over her stomach, past her pussy and down to her legs.
She played her fingers up and down between her knees and her pussy before eventually touching herself between the legs. With her left hand she spread her lips apart showing her her pinkness. She was visibly wet.
Two fingers of her right hand slowly entered her pussy and her left hand moved to her clit. Adam watched with amazement as this beautiful woman slowly masturbated in front of him. By now she had three fingers inside her and she was clearly enjoying herself. Her hand movements became more and more serious, her eyes closed and she started to moan.
Adam was hard and badly wanted to reach out but held back and did what she said. Drops of precum dribbled out of him as he watched her bring herself to orgasm. "That was nice" she said, opening her eyes. "Now it's your turn" and her attention turned to my throbbing cock. She held his scrotum with one hand and, using her own juices, stroked his dick with the other. "Enjoy my dear, this is all for you."
Adam closed his eyes and focused solely on the feeling in his groin. Sharon was now licking the underside of his cock, circling the tip each time she reached it. For over twenty minutes she licked and stroked it, her fingers played with his scrotum and the edge of his arsehole while she licked him.
Suddenly she took it deep into her mouth, simultaneously slipping a finger into his hole. Her lips were tight around him creating a similar feeling to being inside her. Now she took him firmly in her hand and slowly stroked while licking his balls and around his arse. For at least another fifteen minutes she alternately licked his balls and deep throated him.
"I'm so close Shaz, don't stop, don't stop." She changed position, lying on her back and told him to straddle her so he could cum on her face. Now straddling her with his dick in her mouth and her fingers squeezing his nuts, Adam felt myself losing control and watched himself spurt out over her face and into her hair. Sharon took him in her mouth again and took the rest of his cream into her mouth.
Collapsing back on the bed he watched her lick cum from around her mouth then gather the rest from her face onto her fingers before licking it off. "Yum, cum! I love it Adam, I love knowing that I can make you cum, that you deliver so much gooey stuff for me. I do love you Adam, I love sex with you. I feel more wanton and desirable every time we fuck. Thank you." Squatting down beside me she took my now very limp dick in her mouth and sucked on it for at least five minutes. "What's on the agenda for the rest of today dear?"
"We're going to the beach, you're going to show everyone your hot sexy body in that red bikini, and the world is going to know you're mine. At some stage, you're going to take your top off and sunbathe lying on your back. We'll get some lunch then come back here again and I'm going to make very slow, passionate love to you. After a sleep, we'll go for dinner then find somewhere to dance."
"Okay."
Adam thought there might be some objection to his plan but Sharon seemed to be up for anything. He wondered how far he could push her...
The day went as planned; they found a secluded spot where she sunbathed topless. Their afternoon session was soft and gentle; afterwards they slept then showered and dressed for dinner. Sharon wore the same black dress she wore on their first dinner date but this time he knew she was naked underneath. They ate in relatively silence then went to the nightclub where they danced for close to two hours. She was constantly crushing herself against him, her tits into his chest, and her groin into his. Frequently she would open her legs, drawing him towards her so his leg was between hers, tempting him with kisses.
Adam knew she was drawing attention to herself and when a really good rock and roll song was played, she jived so fast he was sure everyone on the dance floor could see her bald pussy. "Let's go" she commanded, grabbing his hand. They left the club and instead of heading back to the motel, she took him to the alley behind the club, unzipped me, lifted her skirt and stuck his dick into her. "Fuck me hard and fast, cum before anyone sees us." He thrust in and out as hard and quickly as he could until his juice spurted inside her. He zipped himself up as she pulled her skirt down to cover her sopping wet, dripping pussy.
"Let's go back inside, I want to sit down and feel your juice dripping out of me onto the chair. Some lucky guy will see it when we leave."
After two cocktails, their first drinks of the night, she left to go to the bathroom and yes, there was a white puddle on the chair. "What had I got on my hands with this one?" he asked himself? How long could this continue?
"Let's go back to that park, I want to sit on a bench and have you lick me out."
Adam had never imagined anything like this. Thanks Andrew and Steve! There he was kneeling down in front of her spread legs licking and fingering her to an orgasm. There was definitely an exhibitionist in her! Finally back to the room at about 1am, they undressed and slept through the night.
Sunday came and over breakfast in a café, she asked if she could share something with him. He agreed, and she started...
"Adam, I'm so in love with you. I want to commit my body to you for you to fuck as often as we can. I want to be your loving partner and I want us to share both our fantasies. I've waited so long to be comfortable enough to tell a guy the things I really want to do. You're the guy I want to share them with and the guy I want to do them with; are you ready?"
"Sure."
"By now you know that I love anal sex. You've seen me exhibit myself in public. You've watched me masturbate. You've experienced me squirting. I want you to be the first person to watch me do it with another woman.
"I've fantasised about how it would feel to lick a wet pussy, to find out what it's like to have a woman orgasm at my touch; then to have her do the same to me. I want to know what it's like to have two or even three cocks inside me at once. Actually, truth be known, I'd love to see you suck another guy's cock! Are you willing to indulge me, my dear?"
"Yes. I'm not sure about me with another guy's dick in my mouth bit, but if that's the price... I have a fantasy about group sex, always wanted to see a woman fucked by a group of guys but not at all sure I'd like to see a bunch of guys fucking you though."
"That's the price to see me with another girl Adam. Fair's fair.
"Why don't we start with you, me and another girl to see how we feel about sharing. That would involve me sharing you remember.
"I have a girlfriend who I think would play. Anna; she worked with me for a while. Got married, had a kid then her old man walked out on her. She gets support but finds it touch to hang onto a guy 'cos her kid has some problems and needs lots of attention. Her mum looks after him when she needs a break. I heard that she likes girls so maybe I can talk to her? She's a looker; slim, dark hair, big tits."
Adam wondered if Shaz knew something about Anna already. Had she and Anna already been together, had she experienced girl on girl love, did his girl want to revisit this but with him now?
"Sounds like this is pre-meditated Shaz? Have you and Anna planned this already?"
She was silent for a minute or so. She had talked to Anna; "Yes we have talked about it, remember than night a couple of weeks ago when I went out with the girls? The conversation got to sex and how our love lives were going and I admit saying quite a bit about you. Anna said she badly needed to get laid and in the washroom, asked if I was willing to share you. We had both had a few drinks and I replied that you would probably want to see us make out together, never thinking she would agree!
"When she said she was game if I was, my pussy got really wet and I decided there and then to agree. I had an idea you'd like to see that and it was then that I decided I'd tell you want I said a few minutes ago, that you were the guy I wanted to share my fantasies with and to act them out with." It was getting better all the time. "So you'd let me fuck Anna, and you want fuck her too?"
"If it's okay with you; you do want to help me do these things I said I want to do; you do want to fuck me for years to come don't you? Tell me if you don't and we'll call it quits now... I'm really serious about this. Adam, if you asked me right now to marry you, I'd say yes. I truly want you to be the man who helps me be and do everything I want to be and do."
"You want to go looking for an engagement ring today then?" I replied. "Yes, that IS a proposal; will you marry Sharon?"
She jumped up to throw her arms around hi, almost knocking the table over in doing so. "I accept Adam. Yes I want to be your wife. I promise you I will be the sexiest wife you could ever imagine and whatever happens, you will always be my number 1 guy."
"I love you too Sharon, let's go find that ring."
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51 | Add Crisco for Instant Fun | boysetsfire | Anal | 2004-06-03 | 2004-06-03 | 2022-01-08 09:48:42 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/add-crisco-for-instant-fun | What better way to blow off some steam? | ['Ass Jim', 'Bad Day', 'Cock Sliding', 'Deep Karen', 'Eyes Popped', 'God Cock', 'Held Counter', 'Karen Gasped', 'Karen Moaned', 'Wife Karen'] | 4.45 | Bad day.
‘Bad day’ didn’t even begin to encompass the events of Jim’s Friday afternoon. As well-paid upper-level manager of a huge accounting firm, he had to depend on a lot of different people to get a job done; the office was a finely-tuned machine. But when someone didn’t do their job, everything broke down. Luckily, Jim’s managerial style kept this from happening very often. He was a tough boss, no doubts about it, but he was also kind, gentlemanly, and everybody’s good pal. But this new guy was driving him up the wall. He would be fired on Monday, but until then Jim just has to bear the embarrassment of missing another deadline and losing a big account.
It was after 8 PM when he left. Up until about 4 PM, he had been looking forward to a quiet dinner at home with is beautiful wife Karen, but after that all he could think about was strangling Wayne Carlson until his eyes popped out of his head like champagne corks. But we won’t get into that. The last one to leave, he locked up the main office door and stalked to the elevator, punching the button for the garage level so hard it made his thumb hurt. He fumed, muttering all the way down the 47 floors, and emerged in the dark garage. His executive parking space was waiting for him, as was his new toy: a brand new Audi RS 6. He opened the door and put his briefcase on the passenger side, then stood up outside the car to take off his jacket. He was getting a little hot around the collar, in more ways than one. He loosened his tie and jumped in the car, giving it some gas as he started it to make it roar to life in a satisfying fashion. He sped out of the garage as fast as he dared, taking the turns at a breakneck pace, tires squealing. The man at the gate saw him coming and simply opened the gate before he got there; no one else in the garage had a car like that, or drove like that. Jim gave him a quick salute as he sped past, cutting off another car as he darted out into the busy city streets.
He was feeling better already. Spying an open corridor in the maze of evening traffic, he downshifted to 3rd and stamped on the gas, hearing the tires screech for purchase and feeling his back sink into the seat as if he taking off on a jet. Within minutes he was on the highway and really opened it up. With 450 ponies at his disposal, he tore like heck down the left lane at over 100 mph, feeling better and better as the engine wound higher and higher. He cut across three lanes of traffic to make his exit, and didn’t stop speeding until he was in his driveway in picture-perfect suburbia.
The front door was open a crack, allowing Jim to push it open violently with his foot, the knob crashing into a coat rack. His wife Karen was standing near the sink in the kitchen, and just shook her head.
“Hi honey!” she called out, hearing his things drop on the floor by the door. “How was your day?”
Jim simply muttered expletives, barely keeping himself under control. Usually, his wife’s quiet obliviousness to his daily trials was refreshing; it made him realize there was life outside of work. But today it wasn’t working. He fumed silently, slumping down at the table. She turned to him, dinner already made, and set in front of him a pint glass of beer and a plate of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans. Jim muttered a genuine ‘thank you’ and shoveled down his food in minutes. He got up with is beer and left the table. He walked through the living room and to the front door, where he picked up his briefcase and carried it back into the family room. He switched on ESPN to watch the highlights and opened the case. Jim took long pulls from the beer as he looked over the day’s losses, working the numbers over in his head.
He nearly dropped his beer. He had estimated far too low. Carlson’s slow action came with an opportunity cost of tens of millions of dollars. The company could have been on easy street. Steam virtually shot from Jim’s ears. He chugged the last of his beer and gently set the glass down on the coffee table, his hands shaking with rage. He ran them through his hair and looked towards the kitchen. Karen was there, looking beautiful as usual, knowing well enough to leave him alone for a while to let him cool off. She wore a simply white smock, the outline of a white lace bra underneath. Her pants were a pair of tight khakis, the thin material showing her panty line well. Her feet were clad only in little white flip-flops, and an apron covered her front. Suddenly, looking at her ass, he was overcome with lust. He had to take her, right there and then.
He stood up from the couch and walked slowly into the kitchen, taking in the surroundings in a sort of stupor. His rage had given him a huge adrenaline rush. She was making cookies; rolling out the dough and cutting shapes, probably for her kindergarten class. A tin of Crisco shortening sat on the counter near her right hand. She didn’t turn around as he approached; probably thinking he had come for another beer.
Karen jumped a laughed a bit as he sidled up behind her and put a hand on her ass, squeezing firmly.
“Oo!” she cooed. “My my, Jim, has the office given you a hard-on for once?”
Her question was answered as Jim pressed his big cock against her ass through his pants. He was so hard that it almost hurt. Karen started to try to turn around, but Jim restrained her gently, letting her know what he wanted. She complied. She felt his fingers fumble quickly with her button and fly, and suddenly her pants were undone. She grabbed hold of the counter and thrust her ass out as Jim jerked her pants down, just low enough to expose her panty-clad bubble-butt. The term ‘panty-clad’ only held for another split second before those two were jerked down off her ass. No other clothing had been touched; her shirt was in place, and she still wore the apron, somehow adding to her sexy allure.
Jim unzipped his pants and fished out his erection with some difficulty, pulling out his balls also. Karen moaned a little as she felt his hot rod against her buttocks, anticipating that shaft in her pussy at any second, stabbing deep into her, hitting her G-spot hard just the way she liked it. ‘But’ Jim had other plans. Her eyes darted to the right as she spied his hand quickly pop over and dig out a large dollop of Crisco with four fingers. She was puzzled, but only for a second. She felt his fingers between her big, round cheeks, spreading the thick, greasy shortening all over her tight, virgin pucker! Her eyes popped open.
“Whooooaahoho there mister, don’t even think about it!” she said, straightening up a little. But while straightening up would have kept him out of her pussy, her hiney was another matter all together; he was still right in line! She tried to turn around, but he held her against the counter with one strong arm. With his free hand he guided his throbbing, swollen cock between his wife’s buttocks, pressing the tip against her rosebud as she stood bolt upright against the counter. Karen didn’t even have time to protest a second time.
“Unnnnggghhh!!!” Karen groaned, her toes curling. The greasy shortening was like a shapeless pry bar; her anus stretched open like a hungry mouth! Karen gasped over and over, disbelieving, as her husbands long shaft slid deep into the uncharted territory of her tush.
“JEsus you’re tight!” Jim groaned, his breathing ragged as he held onto his wife’s hips.
“Aagh! Uh!...I’m a fucking virgin, Jim! Please! OH!! Please take it easy!” Karen cried. Jim shook with excitement, barely hearing his wife’s groans and cries. He held her wide, curvy ass flush against the counter as she stood up straight, her head tilted back and her teeth gritted. He looked down at their coupling, relishing the visual with his wife’s cries in the background. Karen had the best ass ever. Her buttocks were so round and tight that even when she bent over and touched her toes you still couldn’t see her pucker. And now, even with his cock up in her rump like a hotdog in a bun, he couldn’t actually see where his cock disappeared into her; only where his greasy, glistening cock was squeezed up between her tightly-clenching buttocks.
“Ohhhh yes! God…” Jim breathed. Karen’s sphincter was so tight that even with the greasy lube he was unable to really thrust. Rather, he had to force his cock back and forth; the blood wrung from his cock on the way out, her bowels opening up on the way in. His cock was long, but not especially thick, and he forced every inch into his wife’s bottom. She cried out and pounded the counter with her fist, biting her lip.
“Unnngghh!...” she groaned as he pushed deep into her.
“Ohhhh yeah, how’s that feel, sweetie?” Jim said into her ear, kissing her neck as he slowly plumbed her depths.
“Aaah! Nng! It…ow! Careful!” Karen yelped when he pushed too fast. Jim slowed. He wanted to enjoy every second of this.
“Where is my cock?”
“Ohhh Jesus!” Karen gasped.
“Where?” Jim said, pushing deep.
“Ohhh!! It’s….it’s in my ass!” she cried. “God is it in my ass…”
“How deep?” Jim asked, pushing in slowly.
“Uh! So deep!” Karen moaned back.
“Tell me just what I’m doing…” Jim said. He slowly slid in and out, in and out of his wife’s arse, all the way to the balls each time, forcing her to take his full 9 inches.
“Ok…oo! God…your cock’s sliding out…”
“Of where?”
“Ah! Ugh! Of my ass! Your cock’s sliding out of my ass…and now! Uh shit! It’s…mm!...sliding back in! (God that’s deep!)” Karen continued.
“Keep going…” Jim said, his breathe quickening.
“Ok…oo! Oo!! OO!! Oh God, you are SO fucking me in my ass! Ung! Your cock…it’s sliding out! Ohgod! Uh! Now in again! Oo…out…God, it’s sliding easier now! OoooJesus you’re going faster! Oh God! Your cock is going up and down in my butt…God, SO deep! You’re hurting me but I don’t even care! Oh!Oh!Oh!OH!! In!Out!In!Out!In!Out! Unnnggg!...IN!!...Oh! Oh my God you’re coming! I can feel it! I can feel you coming in my ass! Ohhhhh yeeessss, come for me baby! Shoot all that come up my tight ass!”
Jim’s mouth hung open and his legs were as tight as guitar strings as he went on tiptoes. He moaned over and over again as his emptied his balls into Karen’s butt, pumping a huge load into her as she moaned and cried out. Karen held onto the counter with white knuckles, her eyes tight shut as her husband clung to her hips through his orgasm. After what seemed like minutes, his cock finally stopped pumping come into her ass, and her over-sensitive muscles pushed out his softened shaft. She let out a held breath as he exited and leaned her elbows on the counter as Jim flopped down on a chair behind her, breathing hard.
“…ohmygod.” Karen gasped. She slowly straightened up and put a hand on her abdomen; she was a little sore from the depth, but she felt warm and refreshed all over! Behind her, Jim stood, gently pulling up her panties and pants and buttoning her fly.
“Thanks honey,” he said, kissing her neck and giving her booty a pat and squeeze combo.
“Don’t mention it,” Karen said with a smile. As she padded around the kitchen making her cookies, she could feel his load in her panties, leaking from her ass and making her buttocks slide past each other smoothly. “Can’t wait for the next bad day…” she said, shaking her head with a smile. |
52 | Addicted to Anal | Taylor_b | Anal | 2007-01-17 | 2007-01-17 | 2022-01-08 09:48:42 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/addicted-to-anal | She's desperate for something big to shove up her bum. | ['Anal Masturbation', 'Anal Penetration', 'Female Anal Masturbation', 'Female Masturbation', 'Solo Sex'] | 4.23 | Damn! I really will have to gather up my courage and get myself out there and buy a proper butt plug.
Not for the first time I find myself casting about for something smooth and sensual to shove up my arse. The hotel room is equipped with every convenience device known to man (and woman), there's even a porn channel on the TV -- but there aren't many hotels that have dildos in the bedside cabinets. Well... I know of one in Soho, Soho in London... London, England that is, but that's a bit special -- and a long way from here.
"Here" is a very nice room -- almost a suite (I'm not paying) on the umpty- first floor of a very nice hotel on Wilshire Boulevard. I've got most of the lights off and the smog has cleared so there is a fantastic view of the sparkling nightlife of Los Angeles through the huge glass windows but they don't got no dildos up here and I'm getting desperate!
I'm a strange girl. I've been shoving things up my bum since before puberty and I can't really explain it. I remember the first time, lying on my bed in my little room at night, with the moon shining through the curtains, taking off my panties, lifting my legs over my head and bringing my knees down on either side of my head -- I was much more flexible then. I wasn't at all interested in my pussy -- I don't think I even knew I'd got one. I had a wee hole and a bum hole and the bum hole was the one that interested me. I probed my bum with a finger, it was soft and yielding but I didn't go in, even on the outside it made my finger smell a bit -- not bad exactly, I remember sniffing it and getting to quite like the funny "not quite poo" smell.
And then, having dared myself over a couple of nights I tried the blunt end of a pencil and to my fascinated surprise, with very little pressure, it slid in. I remember the sensation to this day, really quite pleasant, and the sense of amazement as I gazed up at the sharp end protruding out of my bottom.
As I grew I graduated to bigger things, hairbrush handles mostly, and I stole my brother's pen torch -- he never did get it back, God, I hope he doesn't read this! The fascination didn't leave me as I got older, but the innocence did and I began to worry about doing it. Was it right? Would God punish me? And later when I knew a lot more about anatomy, especially my anatomy, I wondered if I might be doing myself some harm?
By the time I got to my middle teens I'd stopped entirely. I almost forgot I'd ever done it. But then in university after a couple of relationships didn't go exactly right -- and anyway, I was a good student, determined to get a first, not much time for the hassle of sex with another person -- I tried again. Back to the hairbrush! This time it was my pussy first; I remember I had quite a reasonable cum. The next night though, alone in bed in my college room, with the moon throwing shadows of the diamond patterned leaded windows onto the opposite wall and the quiet dark of the quadrangle outside I remembered where that hairbrush had been when I was a kid. Yes dear reader, it was the same one, a very nice Mason Pearson that my grandmother bought me for my seventh birthday because I had very long, beautiful hair. Mr Mason Pearson had a long, beautiful handle, quite wide at the end narrowing down at the base, near the bristly head.
Dare I do it again? A little thrill crept up my stomach; it made me catch my breath. After a moment's hesitation I threw back the bed covers and brought my knees up, not too high -- just a normal fucking position. Well, normal for me anyway -- I don't know what the rest of you do. I slipped my hand inside my panties and I felt my cunt. I rubbed my hand over the tight curls of my bush and slid my middle finger along my pussy lips and down to my bum hole; still soft and yielding when I pressed a little. I sniffed my finger and the memories came flooding back.
My mind made up now I rolled out of bed and padded across the cold parquet floor to my dressing table. "Oh, Mr Mason Pearson, where are you...?"
Clutching my bristly, smooth handled prize I scurried back into bed and snuggled under the warm covers. I was shivering a little, was it that cold? Or was it something else? I lay stiff and straight and pushed the brush handle down inside my panties between my tightly closed thighs. It was cold against my groin, almost deliciously so. I pulled at the head end flicking it a few times so the bristles pressed into my mound and the trapped handle pressed briefly against my cunt. After a few moments of this I relaxed and eased my panties down over my bum. I held Mr Mason Pearson in place to keep him warm and scuffled with my feet curling my big toe to grip my panties and get them down each leg in turn. Then my panties were off, a soggy heap somewhere near the bottom of the bed. On an impulse I pulled Mr Mason Pearson from my groin and started to brush my cunt hair with the stiff bristles. That was nice! I wondered why I hadn't done it before?
The handle was warm now in my hand. I turned the brush around and, still under the covers I opened my legs and raised my knees slightly, enough to ease the handle down my slit. I felt horny and wet, but the wetness was inside me still, so I slipped a finger down alongside the brush handle. I pressed on my labia and rubbed it up and down a little then I probed my lips and gradually worked my finger inside.
There now -- inside my hole. That is nice, all wet and slimy -- and hot. I moved my finger in and out a few times, spreading the wetness onto my cunt lips and rubbing against my clit. My hips moved up off the bed of their own accord, pressing against my hand. Three fingers now, spread across my labia, managing to get two of them inside every three or four strokes, diddling my clit every so often... not too much, it makes me want to wee a bit.
Now I'm very wet. I sniff my fingers again, pungent, a very strong aroma. I'm quite clean and I don't know why I smell so strongly. I always have. I know that even if I scrub my fingers thoroughly the smell will still be lingering there later the next day. I sniff again...mmmm! Why do I like my own smells so much?
Time for Mr Mason Pearson! I grip the head; the stiff bristles on their sponge base give way under my fingers. I probe my wet cunt lips with the tip of the handle. I use a finger to help find the entrance to my hole. You have no sensitivity Mr Mason Pearson I say to him. Oh well, never mind, you have other qualities. In he goes...delicious! I slide him in and out a few times, all the way in and all the way out. I love that moment of entry, but then I push him all the way in so the head is pressing on my clit and the bristles tickle my thighs.
I take my hand away and lay still for a moment, and then I have to hump him a little, my hips rising off the bed rhythmically. I reach between my legs, feel how far in he is, pressing a little further, lifting the bristly head and letting it go a few times so I can feel the handle wobble against the walls of my cunt. Then I reach past him to my bum. I have to lift my legs a bit more, drawing my heels up and raising my knees. My wrist is pressing against Mr Mason Pearson, pressing him sideways in my cunt. I find my bum hole, soft and yielding like always. I probe a little with my finger, and then I sniff my finger again. Lovely! The strong, pungent odour from my cunt is mixed with the brown, musky smell of my bum hole. I stick my finger in my mouth and suck on it. I lick it with lots of spit then I put it back down underneath the covers, careful not to wipe the spit off. I reach between my legs, past Mr Mason Pearson and find my bum hole again. I rub round it gently making it wet with my spit, and then I start to press, wiggling my finger into the tight little opening.
It slips in just a bit and now I can feel the firmness of my sphincter muscle inside. I bend my wrist and press upwards easing my finger into the pressure; it's quite comfortable, just... nice... A little more pressure and my finger slides in, my sphincter giving way. I move my wrist and forearm sideways again, and feel Mr Mason Pearson in my cunt. I hump again, and rub my free hand on my mound; my fingers go either side of Mr Mason Pearson and rub my labia. I find my clit and diddle it a bit.
Lovely, but now it's time. I'm getting impatient and my stomach is tightening and releasing in waves.
I wonder if I can get my legs over my head with Mr Mason Pearson still in my cunt? I roll back the covers and pause, my knees up, one last push to make sure he's firmly in. I lift my legs and support my back with my hands. I lift my legs even higher then bring my knees over my head and down by my ears -- oh the memories! There's Mr Mason Pearson! I can see him quite clearly poking out of my cunt; but now you're going somewhere altogether different my old friend. Somewhere you haven't been for a long, long time.
I take a hand away from my back and nearly roll sideways. Whoops, that won't do! Don't want to spoil our fun do we? I get my balance and I can free both hands easily. Mr Mason Pearson slides out, almost falls out he's so sloppy and wet. I sniff him, wow! He's really powerful, I expect it's because he goes deeper than my finger. It's really strong and I wonder briefly if there's something wrong with me. But it's not a nasty smell so it's only a fleeting thought. Holding the bristles again I feel for my bum hole with the other hand and guide his handle to my opening. I hold him against me, feeling the delicious pressure. Then I wiggle him gently, easing him in just a little. I can feel the pressure from the inside, and through the bristles in my hand. I consciously relax my arse. Then he starts to slide in, past my yielding anus right in to my rectum, no trouble at all, just like the old days.
Bliss!
Lovely, lovely, lovely!
For a moment I gaze up at him. Standing there all on his own, sticking up out of my bum. Then I lower my legs and pull the covers back over me. I feel him pressing against the mattress, pressing up into my arse and I reach down to frig my cunt. I rest my palm on my hairy mound and pull all my fingers hard up into my labia, squeezing my bum cheeks and humping upwards feeling Mr Mason Pearson inside me as the pressure against him from the mattress falls away. I go back down again and he's pressed upwards into me once more. I can feel the bristles against the back of my thighs and I start rhythmically humping, squeezing my cunt and easing my fingers past my labia. I rub back and forth as I hump, slipping two fingers inside. In and out, in time with the humping, feeling Mr Mason Pearson alternately pressing back and forth against the walls of my rectum. I'm in heaven.
My orgasm builds slowly. I slide my fingers in and out of my cunt, sometimes rubbing my cunt lips and sometimes diddling my clit. I start to press my clit harder, sideways, and backwards. I pinch it a little, then I leave off when it gets too much and slide my fingers back inside. All the time I'm humping Mr Mason Pearson and he's bumping away inside my arse. And then I can feel it coming. My arse feels fantastic, my cunt feels fantastic, my belly is tingling. My throat is dry and I'm breathing heavy, ragged breaths.
Shit! It hits me very, very hard.
Oh, dear God! I heave my hips upwards against the pressure on my cunt, squeezing my anal muscles and my bum cheeks against Mr Mason Pearson. I go rigid, only my shoulders and heels in contact with the mattress. I frig on like this for a few seconds but then it gets too much. I'm breathing heavily and my thighs are quivering. I ease my bum down onto the bed the lovely feeling of Mr Mason Pearson still inside me.
Gradually my breathing returns to normal and I start to relax. I rub my sticky cunt a few more times before letting out a long sigh of contentment. I roll over onto my side and curl my legs up. I haven't had a cum like that in years. After a bit I reach back to my behind and my fingers find Mr Mason Pearson's bristly head, his handle still firmly up my arse. I wiggle him a bit. He still feels nice in there. I get another little thrill through my stomach and I wonder if I should leave him there all night?
With that delicious thought I snuggled deep into my covers. Maybe not, I'll take him out in a bit I thought to myself; he's ok for now.
The next morning he was still there.
Metaphorically speaking I haven't looked back since! I enjoy sex with myself far more than I do with a partner. It's almost become an addiction and over the years I've had so many things up my bum. The easiest things to get hold of are courgettes, they are just the right size and shape though lately I keep looking for something bigger. I've never had a dildo or, even more intriguing, a butt plug -- I've always been way too wary to pluck up the courage and go and buy one; and I'm never in one place long enough to order something discreetly over the net; but I sure wish I had one now.
I've got a high profile job and I can't risk the exposure. You will have seen me on TV if you watch the news much. I'm one of those ubiquitous Brits that came out of the BBC and now seem to be all over the satellite news channels. I specialize in global political stories. Wherever the politicians go I go too so I'm usually on the move. I'm in Los Angeles right now covering a conference on the environment. That's why I'm in this wonderful hotel that seems to be totally devoid of anything I can shove up my arse! I've looked at the shampoo bottles in the bathroom but they are rectangular with hard corners, entirely the wrong shape. There are bottles in the mini bar but they slide out of your bum too easily because the neck gets wider as it goes down. You might guess I've tried them before! They're alright to go down on from a squatting position but I like something that stays up there by itself, I get pretty physical when I start humping around and it really spoils the fun if your partner pops out at the crucial moment.
Sadly Mr Mason Pearson bit the dust long ago. His sponge had crumbled and his bristles were all falling out and on a rare visit back home to my mum's place in the Cotswolds she said I really ought to throw him out. I pleaded half- heartedly that he held fond memories (of my Grandma of course!) but in truth his handle was actually quite small and even back then I was beginning to crave something a little more... "testing" shall we say?
I stood and looked around my room again. Surely there must be something here? Dare I ask room service for a salad with a whole courgette? (Here in the U.S. I'd have to call it a zucchini of course - actually, a much sexier name!) I gazed unseeing out of the huge windows. The lights of the traffic at the junction of Wilshire and the Santa Monica Boulevard far down below were like strings of diamonds and rubies threading their way through each other. A glint of something caught my eye, a reflection in the glass. I turned and tracked it down. On the sideboard were two fancy stainless steel candleholders. They were very nice, very contemporary, like everything in this place.
I'd soon dismissed the candles in them, they were all of three quarters of an inch in diameter; they wouldn't even touch the sides! Each candle holder was a one piece sculpture of stainless steel, at the top was a ball two to three inches in diameter (with a hole in the top to take the candle) mounted on a short stubby pillar about an inch long and an inch in diameter on a round flat base about two inches across. I started to entertain the possibility... would that ball go through my bum hole? Once the ball was inside my rectum the width of the pillar bit would be ok in my anus, and the base would stop it disappearing, though that didn't bother me too much. I'd once had a courgette - sorry, "zucchini" - right up my arse for two days before I managed to shit it out. Made me squirm a bit sitting on a newscasters' chair for a studio presentation but it was actually quite a turn on. If you had known who I was back then -- God forbid! -- you might have noticed I presented that day with a slightly glazed look.
I looked again at the candleholders. I'd never tried anything remotely that size before, but... I've been hankering after something bigger for a while now, and I was pretty desperate. Maybe with plenty of lube? Moisturising cream was my favourite and there was a whole rectangular jar back in the bathroom! |
53 | Adelle's Girls | svenjolly | Anal | 2010-03-29 | 2011-02-09 | 2022-01-08 09:48:43 | 7 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/adelles-girls-cleo | 1. Filling in at work can be quite fulfilling. 2. She pleases the clients, but what about her? 3. Getting back to work can bring its own problems. 4. Gotta keep the client happy. 5. Maintaining a professional distance can be hard. 6. Going after what you want can be risky. 7. Customer service is everything, especially to a call girl. | ['Anal Sex', 'Blowjob', 'Oral Sex', 'Prostitute', 'Straight Sex', 'Whore'] | 4.69 | _I'm trying something a little different here with a series of loosely connected stories focusing on different interconnected characters. I hope you guys enjoy, and remember comments and votes are appreciated._
"Yes sir, Dianne will be there at nine pm sharp," Cleo said, marking the appointment in her calendar.
"Fantastic. I look forward to it," the man on the other end said, a smile in his voice. "Thank you so much dear."
"You're welcome, sir. We hope you enjoy your night," Cleo said, hanging up. Checking the schedule for the night, she could see it was shaping up to be pretty busy. Fridays were generally busy, but this was exceptional even for them. "Busy night," she said to Adelle.
"Oh?" the older woman asked, looking up from her own bookkeeping.
"Uh-hm," Cleo said, pulling up the main calendar page. "Eleven dates, plus three doubles and that party at Verve... Yeah, I think we actually have everyone out tonight," Cleo said, double checking just to be sure. "That's a first for me."
"It's probably all the snow," the older woman replied in her clipped British accent. "If you're forced to stay in, might as well stay in fucking, hm?" Cleo blushed and laughed, and Adelle allowed a small smile at the younger girl's embarrassment. "I remember during that big blizzard two years ago, as soon as the weather reports started coming in we were booked solid."
"Snow's good for business then," Cleo noted, returning to her business mode. Adelle watched the younger girl closely for a moment, remembering hiring the girl four months previous.
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"So, Ms. Miller, may I call you Cleo?" Adelle had asked, hoping to put the girl at ease.
"Please do," Cleo said, pushing her glasses up on her nose.
"So Erica has told you about our business here," Adelle stated simply. "What do you think?"
"Well, she didn't tell me at first, but I had sort of figured it out," Cleo explained.
"Really?" Adelle asked, surprised. "How do you know Erica, exactly?"
"I've been rooming with her for almost six months now, but before that I was a friend of a friend. I was looking to move closer to work, and she had an open room, so... It's been working pretty well."
"And how did you figure out that Erica was a call girl?" Adelle asked, amused when the younger girl blushed. Imagine if I had used the word whore, Adelle thought.
"Well... Her schedule was odd, and although she never talked or complained about work, she always seemed to have money. And she would talk about 'dates,' but I knew she didn't have a boyfriend. And the way she would dress for these dates was sometimes a little, well, whorish. So a couple weeks ago I just asked her, and she admitted it."
"Were you disgusted? Shocked? Titillated?"
"Maybe at first, but... I mean, she's never gotten hurt or anything, and she seemed to enjoy the dates, most times. Once we started talking about it, she made it seem a little glamorous, actually."
That'll pass, Adelle thought. "Glamorous how?"
"Oh, I don't know... Dashing men paying thousands of dollars for her companionship, y'know... I could see it was a bit of an ego boost for her, for the girl," Cleo explained. "I mean, I don't think it's for me, but I don't look down on her or anything for it. I mean, she's getting her master's degree, I'm not going to judge her on how she's paying for it."
"I see," Adelle said, appraising the young woman. She was quite pretty, even if she didn't know how to show it off. Long dark hair, pulled back into a simple ponytail, her pale skin unadorned with make up. Her delicate features, coupled with her glasses, gave her the look of a librarian, and her drab clothing did little to indicate at her body. Luckily I'm not hiring her to work with clients. "What did Erica tell you about the job?"
"Well, she said that you needed an assistant, someone to answer the phone, book the dates, keep everything straight. And, I mean, that's pretty much what I do now, so she thought I could..."
"If that's what you do now, why change? Whatever your current job's shortcomings, it's still legal," Adelle countered.
Cleo shrugged. "My current job is a deader than dead dead end. My boss is an ungrateful, foolish, demanding pig, and I'm sick of watching his back and covering for him. And, well..." Cleo foundered, not wanting to look foolish.
"What?" Adelle asked, leaning closer.
"I thought... I thought it would be a bit of an adventure. Exciting," Cleo said quietly, looking down. "I know it's stupid, I'd only be answering phones, but..."
"It's alright," Adelle said, placing a hand on the younger woman's knee. She liked this young woman, her resume more than qualified her, and Erica's recommendation weighed heavily in her favor. "The job's yours if you want it, but you should know: I can be a bit of a demanding bitch myself." Adelle quoted a figure that made Cleo's eyes widen, and with a handshake the job was hers.
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Cleo snatched up the phone on the first ring. She hoped it wasn't another client, as she'd already had to turn down two for want of any available girls. "Adelle's, how may I help you?"
"Cleo? Oh thank fuck. It's Sheila."
"Hi... What's wrong? You sound like death."
"I don't know, but I'm definitely sick... I've got a hundred and two fever and I'm shitting a goddamn fountain," Sheila groaned.
"Sheila, Christ, that's disgusting."
"I'm sorry, I'm just a fuckin' mess. Is Adelle there? I was hoping I'd get better before my date, but I'm just getting worse, ugh..."
"Adelle's right here," Cleo said as Adelle returned from the front room. "It's Sheila, she sounds really sick."
"Oh hell," Adelle said, taking the phone. "Sheila? How are you feeling... That good. Sheila, dear, is there any chance that you'll be able to rally for tonight, because I don't know if we even have anyone in reserve... Ugh, lovely imagery dear, thank you." Adelle quickly checked the night's bookings, flagging Sheila's date and reading the relevant information. "Hm. Well we'll see what we can do here. Hm? No, no of course not. Stay warm, drink lots of fluids, and for god's sake never tell me about the state of your bowels ever again. Yes dear, please feel better. Bye." Adelle hung up.
"Well?" Cleo asked, looking at the date's details. Mr. Dunn had booked Sheila for the whole night three weeks ago, so she knew Adelle would be loathe to cancel it.
"Well I think we need to try and find someone to fill in for Sheila, clearly. And we have, oh, only two hours to do it." Cleo was worried that Adelle would say that.
"Adelle... We're already using some of our back-up girls as it is. I mean, I could call Danielle, but-"
"I told you to burn that slut's file," Adelle said bluntly. Danielle had broken a cardinal rule of Adelle's: she tried to snake clients and go independent. All she had managed to do was get sacked and lose the access she was hoping to use. Adelle was a great boss, but Cleo quickly learned that you didn't want to cross her.
Adelle looked closely at that calendar pages, saw that Cleo was right: They were already stretched to the breaking point, and she just plain didn't have any other girls to send. As she turned to tell Cleo to call Mr. Dunn, she considered the young lady again. Cleo had come a long way in the four months since she started working for Adelle. At Adelle's gentle urging, Cleo had started dressing better and doing her hair a little differently. Her hair was now in a stylish French braid, accenting her long neck and delicate features. Her clothing no longer hid her body, but took advantage of it, displaying her slim figure to excellent effect. Well, Adelle thought, it's worth a shot.
"Cleo... Perhaps..."
Cleo glanced up and saw the look on her boss's face and quickly deduced her thoughts. "No. No. No way. No. Absolutely out of the question!"
"Dear, you know I wouldn't ask if it wasn't an emergency, but-"
"But nothing!" Cleo said, flustered. "I'm not one of your girls, Adelle. You'll just have to call Mr. Dunn and cancel the date! I won't do it. I won't."
Adelle's eyes narrowed. She knew the young woman who called what Erica did "glamorous" would have at least some curiosity about it. She decided a different tack was needed.
"Mr. Dunn is a long time client, and I would hate to disappoint him so," she began, taking a seat at her desk and pulling up his client records. "He travels a great deal for business, but he finds himself in New York for a few days each month. He stays at the Waldorf and has a date with us whenever he's in town. I understand that he is quite generous, both in bed and out of it."
Cleo glared at her employer. She knew what Adelle was doing. "Oh really?"
"Quite. His desires are rather tame, compared to some of our other clients. But while tame, they are substantial. I understand he's quite the charmer. He would be a good client, if someone was having their first job."
"Fascinating," Cleo said, hoping Adelle would drop it. Unknown to Adelle, she had pulled up the same information on her screen. Adelle kept extensive records on her clients, which helped her to meet and anticipate their desires. Cleo could see that Mr. Dunn had never gotten anything but glowing comments from the girls assigned to him. She saw that three of the girls had indicated he had a proclivity for anal sex, but nothing too extreme. All of the girls gave him a star, indicating that they'd enjoy a repeat booking. This was in fact Sheila's fourth date with him. "Besides, I couldn't pass for one of your girls. He'd feel short changed."
"Cleo," Adelle said, and the force of her voice made Cleo look to the older woman. "Don't short change yourself, please. You are a striking young woman, and any one of these old codgers would gladly pay to get between your thighs." Cleo blushed at the compliment, and Adelle's eyes narrowed. Almost got her, she thought. "I'll give you the full fee if you do it. Plus a ten percent bonus, for sacrificing so nobly in the service of the house."
Cleo's eyes widened. The full fee alone was almost five grand, plus a bonus. Hold on girl, she said to herself, are you really ready to fuck a man for money? Well, a darker part of her mind snickered, it's not like you're fucking anybody for free either. Cleo straightened imperceptibly.
"Alright, I'll do it," she said with authority. She glanced down at her clothes. "But I think I need to change." Cleo went to the walk-in closet where she knew Adelle kept some spare clothes for emergencies like this, and went about finding something sexy to wear.
"I'll help you in a second, but first I have to call the client," she said, picking up the phone.
"Hello?" asked an older sounding voice, deep and rich.
"Good evening Mr. Dunn, how are you. This is Adelle, and I'm sorry to tell you there's been a problem with your appointment this evening."
"Ah, the mysterious Adelle," Mr. Dunn replied, "it's nice to finally speak to you. But there's a problem? Nothing serious I hope."
"Unfortunately, Sheila has fallen ill and will be unable to make it."
"Oh I see," Mr. Dunn replied, his displeasure evident. "Well that is disappointing. Is there anything that can be done?"
"In fact, there is," Adelle said, knowing that she could make the client's night if she played this right. "I have a new girl, you see, and I had been hoping to find the right gentleman to introduce her to the business." Mr. Dunn laughed on the other end of the line.
"Oh I'm sure," he chuckled.
"I'm quite serious, Mr. Dunn," Adelle said solemnly. "Cleo is filling in tonight, and I'm glad that a gentleman of your caliber will be her first client." Mr. Dunn's laughter died off, and Adelle knew that his cock just got a little harder.
"Very well... The original booking was for nine o'clock, will Cleo be able to make it in time?" Just as he asked, Cleo emerged from the closet wearing a black cocktail dress. The dress' built in bodice thrust her tits up, creating some lovely cleavage, and Cleo's slim legs looked fantastic with her black high heels. She had let her hair down, her lovely auburn curls tickling her shoulders.
"Yes sir, she may even be early. Thank you for being so understanding," Adelle said as she hung up. "You look lovely dear. Knickers?"
"I ditched the bra and, uh, I was wearing a cute little thong anyway, so..."
"That's fine. Are you... groomed?"
"I'm not bald if that's what you're asking. But it's not a jungle or anything." Cleo said, blushing. She went to the mirror and put on some quick make up. "Um, so is there anything I should... Like what about kissing? I thought hookers don't kiss."
"You aren't a hooker, you're a call girl," Adelle explained, stepping closer. "And kissing... I've heard it said that kissing is too intimate, but I must say I find that a bit silly. If you're going to let a man put his cock in your ass, you can let him put his tongue in your mouth." Cleo gawked at her, and Adelle waved her hand. "Just an example. But if he wants to kiss, kiss him. But what you do with your ass is up to you."
Cleo had to laugh a little. "So um, oral and uh, the usual then," she said, finishing up her lipstick. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm shaking like a damn leaf."
"You look lovely dear," Adelle said, smiling fondly at her newest charge. Cleo had also grabbed a small clutch, and quickly transferred her wallet and keys to the small bag.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Cleo said, shaking her head as she headed to the door.
"Cleo," Adelle said sternly, going to her desk. She grabbed something out of a drawer and went back to the young woman. "Just relax and be yourself. The money has already been taken care of, so you don't have to worry about that. Don't let him tie you up and don't let him take any pictures of you. And if he does anything to hurt you," she handed Cleo what she grabbed from her desk: a can of pepper spray, "I want you to empty this in his face, kick him in the balls and get the hell out of there. Your safety is the only thing that really matters to me. Understood?"
"Yes ma'am. I can't believe I'm doing this."
"Relax, dear," Adelle said, fixing the younger girl's hair a bit, "you'll have fun, don't worry."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cleo arrived at the 17th floor at the Waldorf-Astoria about an hour later, a little early for her "date." She stopped at a hallway mirror, and checked her makeup and hair. She had put on a deeper red lipstick then she would typically wear, as well as darker eye shadow and mascara. The overall effect made her look sexy, almost predatory. She shifted her breasts in her dress, noticed that her nipples were already quite hard. Okay, so maybe I'm not absolutely dreading this, she thought to herself.
"Fuck it, he'll appreciate me being early," she muttered, heading down the hall to Mr. Dunn's room. Taking a deep breath, she cleared her mind and focused on the job at hand. She knocked quietly on the door and waited.
"Good evening my dear," Mr. Dunn said as he opened the door. "You must be Cleo. Please, come in." Mr. Dunn was older, in his mid-40s, with salt and pepper hair. He was tall and broad, with a flat belly and strong legs, and Cleo was very pleased to see that he wasn't a corpulent old beast.
"Thank you," she said entering the hotel room. She jumped a bit when the door closed behind her, but forced herself to relax. The room was opulent, a large suite with a nice view of the snow shrouded city. She noticed a bottle of wine and some cheese and crackers on the coffee table, the TV was quietly playing a news channel. Turning around, she was surprised to find Mr. Dunn so close behind her. Even though he was barefoot and she wore heels, he still towered above her.
"Can I take your coat?" Mr. Dunn asked, helping Cleo remove the heavy coat and hanging it in his closet. He watched the young girl, was pleased with what he saw. She was slim and willowy, with a pretty face and piercing hazel eyes. He could tell she was nervous, and wondered if Adelle perhaps hadn't been bullshitting him. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Yes please," Cleo said, maybe a little too quickly. Mr. Dunn smiled and poured two glasses of wine, placing one in her tiny hand.
"To new beginnings, Cleo," he said, tinking his glass with hers.
"Indeed," she said, smiling. She gulped about half the glass down quickly, hoping to calm her nerves, and Mr. Dunn noticed.
"Adelle wasn't kidding, was she? You've never done this before?"
"No sir..."
"Andrew, please."
"Andrew. She wasn't, lying that is. I'm the booker, I just answer the phones and stuff. We were absolutely slammed with reservations tonight, and Sheila got sick at the last minute and I... Well, I volunteered," she finished, taking another sip of her wine. "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I know I'm not what you exp-"
"Stop right there," Andrew said, stepping closer, a hand moving to her side. "I will never be disappointed when a beautiful young woman comes to my room. Never." Cleo smiled at the compliment. "Did you have a chance to enjoy the snow today?" Andrew asked, moving to the couch.
"Not really. Like I said, it was very busy today," she said, joining him on the couch. On a whim, she placed her legs across his thighs. "Adelle says that snow like this makes people want to stay in and fu-uh, use our services."
"Ah, that is definitely true," Andrew chuckled, putting his wine down and removing Cleo's shoes, revealing her dainty feet. "My meetings ended early, so I was able to go to Central Park and walk around in the snow. I grew up around here, but I spend a lot of time in Texas and Florida."
"Eesh, sorry to hear that," Cleo said, immediately regretting the joke, but Andrew laughed.
"Right. And no snow to speak of. I really miss it, I find," Andrew said absently, now rubbing her feet. "So I walked around in a blizzard for a few hours this afternoon."
"Sounds nice enough. Cold, though." She was enjoying the foot rub. His hands were big and strong, but he was surprisingly gentle.
"It's not so bad. Keep moving and you hardly notice it," Andrew said as his hands slid from her feet to her calves, feeling the smooth skin.
"I grew up in California, where we didn't really have seasons at all. Then I went to college in Michigan. There're only two seasons there: winter and other."
Andrew smiled. "So New York?"
"You get all four here, as big as they can get. Hundred degrees in the summer, ten below in the winter, but the nicest spring and fall." Cleo laughed quietly. "Talking about the weather is so exciting."
"Quite," Andrew said, chuckling. "What did you study?"
"History and classic literature," she said. Off of his look, she shrugged. "I know. I'm a highly sought after commodity with those useful, highly applicable degrees."
Andrew shrugged. "I minored in history. Nothing fascinates me more than how we all ended up here. Look," he said, picking up an enormous book. "My light reading, Gotham. An exhaustive history of New York city, from the Native Americans to the modern era."
"I read that when he won the Pulitzer," Cleo said, nodding. "But you majored in... Finance? Business?"
"Law," Andrew conceded, sipping his wine. "I work in M&A now. Mergers and-"
"I know what it means," Cleo said, smiling slightly. "Are you with a firm or..."
"I'm a bit of a hired gun, actually. I really just come to New York to network and keep my name out there."
"It's always about networking, isn't it? I hate that," she said as she finished off her wine.
"It is that," he said quietly, watching her slim throat as she swallowed her wine. He and Cleo locked eyes, he noticed her lovely lips, their red vivid against her pale skin. "I'd rather like to kiss you, you know."
Cleo smiled, placed her glass on the table. He pulled her close to him, enfolding her in his big arms. The kiss slow at first, gentle sucking pecks at each other's lips. Cleo surprised him when she was the aggressor, her tongue pushing into his mouth, her hand going to his hair and pulling him against her. Andrew's hands slid down her thighs, cupping her firm butt in his hands, lifting her onto his lap. Cleo could feel his hard cock against her ass, squirmed down against it.
"Andrew," she whispered in his ear, nibbling at his lobe, "I'm still very new at this, but shouldn't we move over to the bed?" Andrew merely growled in response, picking her up and walking over to the bed, depositing her on the soft quilts as he kneeled beside the bed.
"We're also wearing too much clothing," Andrew said quietly, pulling his shirt off and tossing it across the room. He stood to remove his pants, but Cleo's hands went to his belt and started to remove it.
"Allow me, sir," she whispered, undoing his pants and dropping them to his ankles. His hard cock was evident through his boxers, and his apparent size gave her pause. Her hands gripped his boxers and slowly pulled them down his thighs, and his hard cock bounced out. Cleo failed to keep her gasp to herself: Andrew was huge, maybe nine inches long and quite thick, with a fat mushroom head. "Oh fuck," she muttered.
Andrew returned to his knees and kissed her softly. "Don't worry love," he said quietly, "I'm a gentle giant." Cleo snorted at that, but Andrew's kisses down her throat made her shiver. She could feel him unzipping her dress, the tight bodice coming away from her chest and falling around her waist. Andrew's kisses continued down her chest to her breasts.
"Mm, lovely," Andrew murmured as he nuzzled her breasts, showering her cleavage with kisses. He cupped a breast in each large hand, stroking their full undersides. They weren't enormous, but her orange sized globes were absolutely perfect for her frame. As Andrew pulled a large nipple between his lips, he was pleased to here a hiss of pleasure escape hers. As he suckled at her, her pushed her gently back against the bed so she lay back. He pulled away from her breasts and grinned at her slight mewl of protest. He quickly pulled her dress past her hips and off her, tossing it with his clothes across the room.
Cleo tried to calm her breathing as Andrew's hands slid to her hips, taking the straps of her thong in his hands. She could clearly remember the last time she had had sex: it was four and a half months ago with a guy she had picked up at a nearby bar. What Cleo couldn't remember was the last time she had been this turned on during sex. As her panties slipped past her feet, Andrew pulled her butt to the edge of the bed.
"Oh!" he said as her pussy came into view.
"What?" Cleo asked, suddenly nervous.
"It's been quite some time since I've... So many girls are shaved nowadays." Before Cleo could apologize, he shushed her. "I love it. I didn't realize how much I missed a little muff," he murmured, petting her small bush. Cleo's giggle turned to a gasp as he spread her pussy wide. Andrew was pleased to find her soaking wet already, leaning forward to slowly lick from her ass up to her tiny clit.
Cleo sighed deeply as Andrew ate her pussy with relish. She wrapped her legs around his head, pulling him tight to her pussy. Andrew teased her, licking and sucking all over her pussy while avoiding her clit. Then, cupping a firm ass cheek in each big hand, his broad tongue dragged from her weeping opening up to her clit, now firmly at attention. Cleo gasped, her hands fisting the soft comforter as Andrew attended to her clit for long minutes. Gently licking, teasing, lapping, sucking at the sensitive bud until Cleo could feel her orgasm right around the corner.
"Oh! Oh Andrew," she groaned as she felt a fat finger ease into her gripping cunt. "Oh, oh honey I'm gonna cum." Andrew didn't respond, instead focusing on her clit as he eased a second finger into her pussy, stretching her open. Cleo's gasps turned to a sharp squeak as her legs tightened around Andrew's head as her orgasm struck her hard. Andrew didn't let up, continuing to tease her clit as her his fingers pumped in her flooding pussy. Cleo's legs slowly relaxed from Andrew's head, dropping off his shoulders as she slumped back on the bed, spent. "Oh Andrew..." she groaned, after shocks of pleasure still striking her.
"Damn hon," Andrew said, her juice all over his lower face, "you get so wet when you cum baby."
"I... I'm sorry," she gasped out between pants.
"Could you please stop apologizing for things that are so damn sexy?" Andrew laughed, moving over her and kissing her deeply. Cleo could taste herself on his lips, and it made her even wetter. Andrew climbed onto the bed, Cleo scooting back until she was under him in the middle of the soft quilt. Cleo could feel his thick cock lying on her belly, and it's hot length filled her with a mixture of fear and lust. As she felt him slide his shaft through her slick folds she forced herself to relax. "Don't worry baby," Andrew murmured, swiping his thick head up and down her pussy, "we're gonna go very slowly. I'd never hurt you hon."
"I know it's just... Even if you're gentle, you're still a giant," Cleo said quietly. She could see him smile at the words. She knew that he would love to hear that. He continued to move his thick cock head up and down her folds, spreading her copious juices over him. Every sweep up he would bump against her clit. Each sweep down, he would press against her tight hole, each time pressing a little harder, spreading her a little wider. He kept this up for what felt like hours, but eventually she could feel his fat head enter her, her lips closing around the flared head.
"Jesus girl... You are so fucking tight," he groaned, feeling her wet heat gripping his head. "And don't apologize for that."
"I won't," she murmured, kissing him softly. "Keep going, I'm alright."
"You sure?"
"Mm-hm," Cleo murmured, pushing against him. "Give me more of that big cock." Andrew smiled at that, nodding.
"As you wish," he said, pressing his cock deeper into her tight pussy. He would push steadily, gaining a small fraction of an inch, before pulling back to just the tip. Again and again he thrust into her, each time penetrating deeper and deeper into her tight pussy. With each thrust deeper, Cleo would give a quiet gasp or low groan, her fingers gripping his shoulders tightly.
"Oh... Fuck!" Cleo gasped as he hit bottom, his balls against her ass.
"You okay hon?" Andrew asked, resisting the urge to start thrusting into her heat.
Cleo nodded. "Just, mm, just keep going slow..." she murmured, crossing her ankles behind his butt. "Until I tell you to go fast, okay baby?"
Andrew nodded, smiling. He began doing just that, slowly pulling his cock from her gripping pussy, pulling back till just the head remained inside. Then he pressed in to the hilt again, slowly fucking her with the entire length of his cock. He loved the noises she made with each deep thrust, little mewling gasps that made his cock even harder. But he maintained his glacial pace, counting to five with each pull out, to ten with each thrust in.
Cleo was losing her mind beneath him. She'd never felt anything like this, didn't even know sex could be like this. With every thrust in he was hitting her core, and every pull out made her feel so empty. Full, empty, full, empty. And with every motion, his cock dragged heavily past her clit, sending her pleasure soaring ever higher. As she felt another orgasm approaching, she dug her fingers into his shoulders and whimpered one word. "Faster." She groaned as he obeyed, her legs tightening around him as she came on his thrusting cock.
Andrew kept fucking her through her orgasm, feeling her pussy flood on his thrusting cock. He gave her no respite, grinding his cock deep inside her as she cried out in pleasure over and over. As her orgasm passed, she relaxed back against the bed, her legs slipping from around him and falling limply to his sides. But Andrew kept slowly pumping his cock into her, smiling as her eyes cleared and snapped to him.
"You didn't cum?" she asked, amazed. Andrew shook his head, his hips still pumping. "Oh Jesus, I don't know if I can handle ano- oh fuck..." Cleo could already feel another orgasm building. I've never been multi-orgasmic before, she thought, but I guess that's another first for tonight.
Andrew fucked her through another two toe-curling orgasms, and she was convinced she was going to lose her mind. The pleasure just kept building and building until it would break over her, then Andrew would give her a few minutes to recover before pushing her back up the path to orgasm. Her juices were practically pouring out of her, soaking both of their crotches in her cream, as well as the comforter beneath her ass. She could feel her next orgasm coming when Andrew suddenly rolled them over, finding herself on top of them.
"Getting tired?" she asked, pumping her hips on him.
"A little," he laughed, gripping her hips. Cleo squeezed tight on the down thrusts, her hips picking up the pace, fucking him faster. "Mm, fuck, I'm gonna cum baby," he groaned. Oh thank god, Cleo thought to herself, her thrusting hips going into over drive.
"Me too, cum with me baby," she whispered to him, kissing him softly. His hands gripped her hips tight, pulling her down hard on her down thrusts, fucking up into her.
"Oh, Cleo, fuck!" he grunted as he came, his cock throbbing deep inside her. Feeling him explode inside her set her off, and Cleo collapsed against his chest, sobbing as she came hard. Andrew pulled her tight against him, his cock throbbing again and again as he came. They held tight for a few long seconds, then relaxed against each other. Cleo kissed him deeply. She loved this part of sex, feeling the guy slip out of her, holding him tight as he recovered.
But he didn't slip out of her. He didn't even get soft.
"That was amazing," he murmured, kissing her neck softly before rolling them over again, thankfully to the dry part of the bed. "You're amazing," he murmured, looking into her eyes as he pulled his hard cock from her slippery cunt, thrusting back in slowly.
"You... You're still hard?" she asked, mystified. "What... Did you take a Viagra or something? Or a dozen?"
Andrew smiled shyly, his thrusts stopping, relaxing against her. "I've, uh, just always been like this. My wife, my ex-wife, she called me hyper sexed. It's why I'm not married anymore, mostly," he explained, brushing a sweaty lock of hair from her forehead. "It, uh, it makes it hard for me to date. Seriously, anyway," he continued, a little embarrassed, "so that's why I call on Adelle from time to time. Are you okay? We don't have to ke-"
Cleo quieted him with a kiss, wrapping her legs around him once again. "Didn't you tell me to stop apologizing for things that are sexy?" she asked, smiling. "I haven't had sex in almost six months. Being fucked senseless all night sounds like it would be a good way to make up for lost time." Andrew smiled at her words, and she pulled him close for a soft kiss.
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Cleo awoke the next morning momentarily disoriented. She was tired, sore, and wrapped up in a big hug with a large man spooning behind her. When she felt his morning hard on pressing against her ass, she remembered. Oh that's right, she thought, I whored myself out last night.
Their second bout had lasted until almost midnight, and ended with her bent over the bed, his cock going so deep in her pussy that she was convinced it was hitting her lungs. She had long ago lost count of her orgasms, gushing again and again over his thrusting cock, her thighs and ass shining with her cream. Her orgasms became even more intense when he eased a thick thumb into her ass as he kept fucking the hell out of her, and she had actually started squirting all over the floor. He had cum with a groaning, gasping cry, collapsing on her back as she moaned, exhausted underneath him.
Their third bout had started when she awoke at three in the morning to find him sucking at her nipples as a finger gently stroked her clit. They fucked slowly this time, grinding against each other as she sat in his lap, his thick column filling her up delightfully. His hands were busy, exploring her breasts, pinching her nipples, playing with her clit, teasing her ass. They stayed like that for what felt like hours, her orgasms now softer, shivering affairs that bought a lovely smile to his face. When he finally came, jetting into her gripping pussy, he held her tightly, shivering as he pumped powerfully into her.
Cleo managed to slip out of Andrew's strong arms, gently pushing him so he rolled onto his back. His cock was hard again, big and solid against his belly. She considered mounting him, but her pussy was just too sore after almost four hours of fucking the night before. She gently took his cock in her hand, pulling it away from his belly as she lay on her side beside him, careful not to wake him.
She started slowly, lapping around the head before sucking it into her mouth. She could always deep throat her other boyfriends, but none of them had had a piece of meat like this. She continued to tease the head for a few moments, before she realized it was a little silly to tease a sleeping man. Taking a deep breath to prepare herself, she set about trying to swallow the monster. Andrew roused when she had reached her limit, with slightly less then half of his shaft still beyond her.
"Oh honey," he groaned, a large hand resting gently on her head. Cleo hummed in her throat a good morning, Andrew shivering at the sensation. She began to step up her attack, her hand beginning to pump his thick shaft as her head continued to bob up and down. As he saliva continued to spread down the shaft, her pumping, twisting hand kept moving easier and easier, bringing a groan to Andrew's lips. "Mm, I want to fuck you again baby."
"Oh Andrew," she said, pulling his cock from her mouth and pumping it furiously with both hands. "I'm sorry baby, but my pussy is just too damn sore. So you're going to have to cum in my mouth, okay? I'm going to have to swallow your cum down. Could you? Could you please cum in my mouth baby?" Andrew groaned at her pleading, and Cleo attacked his cock with her mouth again, gaining another inch or two. She worked like that for some time, pumping solidly with her hands while fucking his cock with her mouth.
"Oh Christ hon, fuck, Jesus," he groaned, "that's, you're, oh fuck that's amazing," Spurred on by his praise, Cleo was determined to try and take his whole cock. With each thrust down of her head, she was able to go a tiny bit more, until finally, her eyes watering, her nose touched his pubic hair. Andrew groaned, his hand gently gripping her head as she slowly moved back up his shaft. She took him to the root again, easier this time, and then again.
"Oh, oh baby, fuck!" Andrew groaned, and his first blast of cum shot straight down her throat. She pulled back, fighting the urge to gag, and let him shoot the rest of his load into her sucking mouth, her tongue lapping at the sensitive underside of his cock as he jetted again and again into her mouth. Andrew collapsed back onto the bed, completely drained, as she let his cock slip from her lips.
Deciding to be extra nasty, she kept his cum in his mouth and showed it to him, before closing her mouth and swallowing grandly. "Good morning," she said quietly, moving to lie beside him.
"Cleo, fuck, no one's ever done that to me before," Andrew murmured, still panting.
"Deep throated you?" Andrew nodded. Cleo had to smile at that. This man had been a customer of Adelle's for years, and she was the first one to suck him to the root. Take that, Sheila! "It was my pleasure. I'm going to take a shower before I go. Join me?"
"In a moment. I'm still... A little destroyed here," he chuckled. Cleo gave him another kiss before walking to the expansive bathroom. Firing up the shower, with it's six different nozzles, filled the whole room with steam. She took a moment to look at her self in the mirror. Her pubes were a matted mess, her thighs and ass coated in dried cum and pussy juice. She had a hicky on her neck, another on the inner slope of her breast, and a third on her inner thigh. Her make up was a smeared mess, and her hair had a lovely just-fucked- repeatedly look to it. Yeah, definitely better shower before work, she thought.
Stepping under the streams she began washing the night's sex off of her. A few minutes passed before the shower door opened and Andrew's enormous body joined her, pulling her close. "Let me wash your back and... Well, all of you please."
Cleo stood quite still as he thoroughly washed her, enjoying his attention. She wasn't surprised when she saw his cock was hard again, but he made no move to use it. When his soapy hand reached her sex, he gently spread her open, gently washing her sensitive folds. His other hand explored her ass, a thick, soapy finger teasing her pucker.
"Easy," Cleo said softly, "I've already had enough firsts for one night honey." Andrew chuckled, his finger retreating. As one soapy hand focused on her clit, he began kissing her elegant throat. Cleo relaxed into his arms as he bought her to a relaxed orgasm, gasping deeply as the waves washed over her, gripping him tightly as her knees gave a little.
"I have a meeting in less than an hour," Andrew said quietly after she had calmed down, and Cleo nodded, understanding. She left him in the shower and dried off, returning to the bedroom and dressing quickly in her dress from the night before. She looked around at the bed, with its rumpled quilts, multiple wet spots and mussed sheets, it looked like four or five people had fucked on it.
Now what, she thought. Do I leave without saying goodbye? The money's settled, the job was done, so that should be it. No, she thought, I want to say goodbye to Andrew Dunn before going back to my life.
"I wanted," Andrew said as he came back into the bedroom, a towel around his waist, "to thank you for an absolutely amazing night." He handed her a small envelope as he pulled her in for a rather chaste kiss.
"Th-thank you," she said, flustered. "It was my pleasure. It really was, Andrew." She planted one more passionate kiss on him before saying goodbye and leaving the suite. "Always leave them wanting more," she murmured to herself as she entered the elevator to return to her world.
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"Good morning," Adelle said as Cleo entered the office at 11:30. "I was about to order lunch. Your usual?"
"Um, no. Chicken parm hero, please," Cleo asked, settling at her desk. She hadn't eaten since dinner the night before and was starving. Adelle placed the order and the two sat in silence for a few minutes as Cleo checked the bookings for that day.
"Oh fine," Adelle gasped, throwing her hands up, "fine, I'll be the first to bring it up. How did everything go? How was it?"
"Um, it was fine," Cleo murmured, avoiding Adelle's eyes.
"Oh fuck fine," Adelle said, stalking over to Cleo's desk and parking her firm ass on the edge. "You're dying to talk about it just as much as I'm dying to hear about it. You'll have to write up a comment sheet anyway, so you might as well." Cleo sat silently for a moment more. "Oh come on! Tell me! Please!" she whined, sounding like a petulant child.
"Adelle! It... It was incredible, actually. He was a perfect gentleman... Even while he was fucking my brains out." Adelle laughed out loud at that. "He... We fucked three times, it felt like hours. He was still hard in the morning so I sucked him off... It wouldn't fucking go down!"
"I told you he had large desires," Adelle said, shrugging.
"What he had was the fucking biggest cock I'd ever seen and the libido of a fucking..."
"Of a randy goat?" Adelle offered. "So a good night then? I'm glad, really."
"Adelle, it was the nicest date I've had in months," Cleo said honestly, then considered her words. "Which is kind of sad, I guess, but... Whatever." This was the worst argument Cleo had ever given in her life, and she was a bit embarrassed with herself. Just admit it, she thought. Admit that you just got the best fucking of your life and got paid for it. And loved every minute of it.
"So... Interested? I can always use a back up girl. We're almost full-up tonight, so..."
"No." Adelle paused. "No, really. I know that the guys aren't always as... Well, nice as And- Mr. Dunn, for one thing. I don't want to... I'm not interested in changing careers at this point, Ms. Reynolds," she finished strongly, putting her glasses on.
"Very well. You should know," Adelle said, locking eyes with her, "Mr. Dunn called early this morning and made an appointment for next month. A five to nine on the 20th." Cleo nodded. A five to nine was a 5pm to 9am job, a long overnight. "And he requested you. Demanded, actually."
"Really?" Cleo's voice came out as a tiny squeak. She cleared her throat. "Really?"
Adelle nodded. "I suspected what your response would be, and told him you would be unavailable."
"Thank you."
"He offered double the fee." Cleo's jaw dropped.
"Wh... Why? Did he say why?"
"He said that he had a fantastic night. He found your genuineness terribly disarming. Nothing crude," Adelle said, smiling. "I told him I would ask you once you got back."
Cleo thought on that. There had been five hundred dollars in the envelope Andrew had given her. That, plus what Adelle paid her, left her with enough money to pay off some debt, buy a new laptop and have enough left over for mad money. Andrew seemed like a nice enough guy, and even if he wasn't, it's not like he's paying me to date him, just be with him once a month. To have him fuck me senseless and then get paid. Even as she was thinking about it, she could feel her pussy starting to get wet.
"Okay. I'll do it," Cleo said slowly. "The 20th?"
"That's right. And if he wants to see you again after that?" Adelle asked.
"Well... We'll see," Cleo said, blushing.
"You don't get to keep the full fee this time, you understand. Standard split between you and the house." Cleo nodded in understanding. "Are you sure about this? I don't want you to do anything you might regret dear." Cleo nodded. "All right. I'll call him... Unless?"
Cleo smiled, back in her booker mode. She picked up the phone and dialed Mr. Dunn's contact number.
"Hello?"
"Hello, this is Cleo calling from Adelle's," she said as professionally as she could.
"Cleo, hello," he said. Could she hear a touch of nervousness in his voice? "It's, uh, it's nice to hear your voice." Cleo couldn't help but smile at that. "Adelle spoke with you, I take it?"
"She did. I'm just calling to confirm your reservation for the 20th with, uh, with me," she said, blushing hotly but smiling nonetheless.
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54 | Admiring the Gardener | VeryDirtyMind | Anal | 2015-03-07 | 2015-03-07 | 2022-01-08 09:48:49 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/admiring-the-gardener | The mother of Mike's friend dressed casually in the yard. | ['Analingus', 'Busty Woman', 'First Anal', 'Hairy Pussy', 'Older Woman', 'Plump Woman', 'Rough Anal', 'Voyeur'] | 4.49 | _A story about two neighbors, a young guy and an older woman. It would fit in at least a couple of categories, Mature and Anal._
Just another summer day on Amboy Drive in upstate New York circa 1997...
*****
Mike Zostant wasn't all that big on flowers or plants but when he would notice his next door neighbor working in her garden on warm days, he usually made a point of giving the middle-aged woman a glance either from his bedroom window or if her attire warranted a closer look, going out to engage in conversation with Rita Cox.
Mrs. Cox, the divorced mother of a couple of kids who were a bit older than Mike and now out on the own, wasn't a ravishing beauty but Mike found her attractive. He didn't mind that she was a little chubby because while she was a tad plump she was solidly built and the weight was in the right places.
Her short black hair was cut like the skater Dorothy Hamill, and even if the style was a couple decades out of date and the woman had never changed it all the while they were neighbors, Mike had always found it attractive.
Mike never gawked at the neighbor lady because of her hair-do or cherubic face though. What most appealed to the soon-to-be college student was when Mrs. Cox would wear a top with a low neck that allowed him to look down at her full breasts.
He had seen the bras that held those beauties hanging on the clothesline quite often, but looking at those big cups wasn't as good as seeing a lot of the flesh they got housed it, and most of the time she didn't wear a bra out there. Mike never saw all of her breasts over the years but enough to appreciate them like any red-blooded 18 year old boy would, especially one like Mike who wasn't all that popular with the females.
Another feature of Mrs. Cox that he was growing to appreciate was the rear view of his neighbor when she would bend over. Rita Cox had a plump bottom that looked pretty solid, and while her legs were also a little fleshy they were very shapely.
Mike thought that maybe he was attracted to his neighbor because he was built a lot like Mrs. Cox, being short and thickly built himself, but his 5'9" and 200 pounds had kept him on the football team despite him not being very skilled. He hadn't played much but he tried hard, earning him the nickname "Bulldog" from his coach, although that may have been given to Mike as much for his facial features and out-of-style crew-cut as for his tenacious attitude on the field.
So one day when Mike glanced out and saw Rita Cox in the yard he was glad he didn't have to go to work at the market because it was warm and Mrs. Cox was out there working and looking good to him.
Rita Cox was wearing a yellow tank top and while it wasn't tight it showed all of Mike's favorite parts. The low neck was already revealing some cleavage even though she was just standing there surveying her garden.
Mrs. Cox had nice arms too, toned and almost a little muscular in a way, and Mike would love it when she would raise her arm to wipe her brow with the back of her hand. Mike thought Rita Cox had sexy armpits, nice round hollows that to Mike's dismay were always shaved, although when she hadn't shaved in a day or two the teen thought that the way the faint stubble that would fill those shapely caverns glistened with perspiration was sexy.
All that five o'clock shadow meant that Mrs. Cox had a hairy pussy, or so he had been told by friends who had actually seen a lot of pussies. Mike had only seen a couple of them in the flesh so he didn't know for sure himself, but it made sense.
Mrs. Cox was wearing what looked like white shorts but as Mike looked closer he saw it was more like a skirt and exposed those solid legs of hers from the middle of those sturdy thighs down to where her little white socks were on her ankles.
So Mike decided he was going to go out and talk to his neighbor as he often did, and do more looking than talking. He sensed that Mrs. Cox was aware of what he was doing but she never seemed to mind. Besides, she was probably close to 50, and since she got divorced about 5 years ago it wasn't like Mike had seen a stream of men over there.
After their chat which would invariably get the teen aroused despite the very generic conversation topics, Mike knew he would probably go up to his bedroom window and look down and pleasure himself. It wasn't something he was proud of doing but it was a lot more enjoyable than anything else he would do the rest of the day.
"Morning Mrs. Cox," Mike called out as he went towards the chain link fence that separated the properties, and that began what would be the best day of his young life.
***
"Good morning Michael!" Rita Cox chirped merrily, smiling like she was happy to see him. "Going to be scorcher today so I thought I would get out here early."
"Good idea," Mike agreed, taking a deep breath and enjoying the view as Mrs. Cox reached up and ran her hands through her hair, exposing those sexy armpits that sparkled with a little glaze of perspiration.
Mike wondered what it would feel like to stroke the barely visible stubble that had grown since yesterday when those underarms were smooth. Probably like his face felt after a couple of days growth.
"College starts next month, right Mike?" Rita asked, smiling like she had noticed the boy staring at her, and when he confirmed it she added, "Bet your Mom is glad you're staying local. When my kids took off it really made this place seem empty. I should move because it's too much house for just me."
"Hope you don't," Mike replied. "You're a cool neighbor."
"Why thanks honey, but wouldn't it be good for you if a family with teenage girls moved in?" Rita kidded. "I know how you young guys think."
"I - uh," Mike mumbled as he pawed at the ground while staring at Mrs. Cox's breasts which were hanging perilously close to her waist without a bra.
"Well, if I don't get this weeding started it will never get done," Mrs. Cox declared as she looked up the gentle slope where few weeds were visible to Mike as he pretended to care about the condition of his own yard and picked up some stray scraps of paper while watching Mrs. Cox throw down the soft yellow cushion she knelt on.
Before kneeling she bent over and straightened a little piece of fence, and as she did Mike watched the muscles in her calves bulge a bit but as she leaned further down that little skirt rode higher and exposed more and more thigh.
"Nice," Mike whispered to himself as the sunlight made the light down on the backs of Mrs. Cox's thunder thighs sparkle, but then when the teen boy's eyes went higher he did a double take.
Black panties? That was his thought at first when he looked up to Mrs. Cox's crotch, but then he realized that it probably wasn't underwear but hair. Deep black hair that apparently grew up from her pussy and filled the deep crack between her legs.
"You can help if you want to honey," Rita Cox said, and when her voice broke Mike out of his trance he knew that his neighbor had seen him staring, but she didn't seem upset. "If you have nothing to do that is."
Mike stammered and stuttered, panicking at being caught staring, and he almost said no before he caught himself.
"Uh sure," Mike said. "Don't know much about gardening though."
"Not much to know, and besides, I'd like the company," Rita responded.
"Okay," Mike said, and after contemplating walking around changed his mind and grabbed the top of the fence and vaulted over with little effort, happy that he stuck the landing and didn't make a fool of himself by falling on his face.
"Oh my," Rita said. "That's quite an entrance."
"It's not that high. What can I do to help?"
"There's a big bag of top soil in the garage right as you go in. Could you bring it out here?"
Mike nodded and went up to the garage, and after he went in and saw the bag she wanted he looked out at Mrs. Cox bent over.
"Oh man!" Mike said to the empty garage as he saw her ass in all its glory, and while he knew that the girls in Playboy didn't have asses like that and he had never thought a woman could have a hairy ass crack like Mrs. Cox did, he decided he liked this better.
Maybe it wasn't feminine but it sure was sexy. So sexy that he was tempted to stay in the garage and jerk off watching, and the way he felt it wouldn't take long, but he decided against it and instead rearranged his erection in his shorts so it didn't show, and in the casual and rather brief shorts that wasn't easy.
"Oh, thanks honey," Mrs. Cox said as Mike dropped the bag next to her. "Nice to have a big strong guy around to do the heavy work. I miss that. You should see how I struggle carrying one of those."
"I have - I mean I bet. It wasn't that heavy though," Mike babbled as he almost let on that he had seen her carry stuff like that plenty of times, and it didn't look like she didn't have all that much trouble doing it, not being the shrinking violet his Mom was.
"Not heavy for a big strong guy like you," Mrs. Cox said with a smile as she straightened up, and as she playfully reached over and squeezed Mike's bicep - making him glad he wore the tank-top if not the revealing shorts - she added, "I used to play field hockey back in college and liked to mix it up but those days are long past."
Mrs. Cox knelt on the pad and Mike eased down to his knees on the grass to join her, wishing he could have seen Mrs. Cox playing field hockey when she was his age and longing to be a fly on the wall in the showers after the game.
Did she have those big tits back then, Mike wondered? And the hair? Seeing her ass crack Mike knew that Mrs. Cox HAD to have a hairy pussy. Was she hairy like this back then?
"Huh?" Mike said as he realized that Mrs. Cox was talking to him.
"I asked you if you were playing football in college," she patiently repeated.
"No, I wasn't that good," Mike admitted. "Mom's just as happy because she hated me playing, not that I played that much."
"I guess some Moms are like that but I didn't mind my kids competed, but then again they were more the soccer and track types," Rita explained. "You played some in the games I went too, especially the last game."
"You went to our games?" Mike said as he wondered why anybody would go to a game if they didn't have a kid playing.
"A few. Hey, it's not like I have a lot to do and it was fun to get out in the fresh air," Mrs. Cox declared without shame. "Besides, I knew you were on the time so I wanted to root you on."
"We stunk this year - again," Mike lamented.
"You tried, and besides that last game you played a whole lot and you seemed to do well."
"They let the seniors play a lot the last home game and there were guys hurt so I played more, probably more that game than all year combined."
"I remember that one play," Rita said as she faced Mike, the front of her scoop necked blouse falling open and making it tough to keep his eyes on hers. "I was standing next to the fence down near the 20 yard line I think. I like it better down their than the stands because you can hear the collisions and all."
Footballs. That was what Mrs. Cox's breasts looked like as they hung in front of her, about the same size or maybe bigger and full instead of pointed at the end.
"Yeah, it's different," Mike mumbled.
"Anyway, the other team had the ball and the one kid was running down the sideline and I saw you were chasing him across the field before he could score."
"I remember that."
"So he was running along the sideline and you nailed him. Creamed him!" Mrs. Cox said excitedly as she recreated the scene. "The sound when your pads collided - and that poor kid went flying! I was so happy when you jumped right up afterwards. The ball flew out of that number 10's hands and he went head over heels. That was so great!"
"I got a penalty on that play. I didn't realize he had stepped out of bounds," Mike shrugged.
"I didn't care. I was cheering for you and the crowd was roaring as you two boys stood there screaming and cursing at each other," she recalled. "I grabbed the person next to me and screamed that I live next door to that boy. So exciting. Just thinking of that crashing sound sends shivers down my spine even now."
"Oh," Mike said as he throat got dry. "Neat that you like football so much."
"Well, not really but you realize that I had a rooting interest," Mrs. Cox said. "Nothing wrong with me keeping an eye on you, is it? You don't mind that do you?"
"No," Mike managed to say as sweat dripped down the sides of his face.
"After all," Rita Cox said as she stopped even trying to pretend she was gardening. "You seem to like to keep an eye on me, or so it seems, although why a young buck like you would be interested in a woman like me is beyond me. Not much interest in old fat cows these days."
"You're not," Mike said as his heart threatened to race out of control while they knelt near each other.
"Not what honey?" Rita said.
"Not old - or fat," he assured her in a very shaky voice.
"I think you're being kind but I love hearing it," Rita said as she took off her glove and put her hand on Mike's shoulder. "Maybe there are some real men out there after all. Men that don't mind a little extra meat on a woman's bones, and aren't scared off if she's not waxed head to toe. You seem to be that kind of man."
"I - I know I look at you a lot, especially in the the summer, but..."
"Now if you ruin it by saying you're sorry that you look I'll never forgive you," Mrs. Cox said as she smiled that smile again while gently squeezing his muscular shoulder. "A lonely woman like me doesn't get looked at too much anymore, and when you would come out all shy and everything sneaking peeks at me? Makes my day."
"I - uh - You're just pretty. Can't help it."
"And I like letting you look too Michael. Heaven knows I don't go out in the real world like this - with no brassiere - and certainly never without panties," Mrs. Cox declared. "Especially not without panties. I was so afraid because most guys - especially young folks these days - hair seems to be out of fashion, but you seem different."
"I am. Mom and my teachers? They always tell me that."
"You're an ass man too," Rita said as she blushed.
"Huh?"
"You like women's asses," Mrs. Cox said to her very shocked neighbor. "Nothing to be ashamed of, although I wish mine was a little tighter - firmer."
"Yes, I guess I do like them but I like all parts of girls. Everything about you I guess."
"And you're so shy too. It's been tough living next to you lately," Mrs. Cox confessed. "Watching you grow up and all. One minute you're a little fellow pedaling your bike with the training wheels and the next minute you're a man. So big and muscular."
"You're hairy too," Rita said softly as her hand came off the teen's shoulder and onto Mike's thigh, softly stroking the coarse hairs. "When I was young I used to fall hard for guys like you."
"My ex was like that, at least in the beginning," Rita continued as her hand kept rubbing Mike's leg. "When we were first married he was a big guy too. All muscles and as hairy as Sasquatch, and rough too if you know what I mean. I loved it and him too even when the muscles went away, but he found somebody who liked it rough and nasty too but wasn't a dumpy 48 year old."
"You don't understand what I'm saying do you honey?" Rita Cox said after the deafening silence threatened to suffocate her.
"I do - a lot of it," Mike replied. "Don't understand why your husband and you broke up but the rest I think I get most of."
"I see you up in your bedroom window something looking down at me, and I wish that I was younger and slimmer for you because I think I know what you're doing sometimes," Mrs. Cox said. "Don't be embarrassed about it honey, because believe it or not there's been times I've looked over at you too and done... well, let's just say I've admired you too."
"Don't know what to say," Mike told her. "Never noticed."
"I don't want to do any gardening today," Mrs. Cox confessed. "Half the time I'm out here this summer I'm only out here hoping you would come out, wishing you would tell me things only your eyes say and praying I wasn't just an old fool imagining things. I would beg that you would come on to me, or give me just a hint that you wanted me."
"Shy. Scared," Mike admitted. "Not good at all with girls."
"You do well with women, at least this one," Rita said as she stood up slowly and held her hand out for her neighbor. "I'm curious. Are you a virgin? It's okay either way."
"No. I'm not," Mike said. "Might as well be though. It wasn't very good. The girl was scared and cried - she was a virgin too."
"I'd like to try and change that. Just tell me what you want."
"I'd like to make love to you," Mike said as his broad chest heaved.
"That sounds nice," Mrs. Cox agreed as her hands went to Mike's broad chest and squeezed his pectorals which were as firm as they looked to the divorcee. "We can do that later but I need you to do something else first. Would you?"
"Sure."
"I want you to take me inside - your house or mine I don't care - and take me," she revealed as the teen's eyes widened. "Do what you want. I don't care if you rip the clothes off of me and fuck me like an animal. I'm so wet right now my juices are dripping out of my cunt and down my thighs."
"I'm all sweaty," Mike warbled as his voice sounded like it did when it was changing years ago.
"Me too and you'll get sweatier," Rita said as she moved up next to the lad, and since the yard was out of the sight of all but the nosiest neighbors she found herself reaching down and grabbing the bulge in Mike's shorts."
"Knew you'd be big," she hissed as she squeezed the throbbing cock through the fabric.
"Not really," Mike started to protest after groaning and bending over a bit in shock.
"Thick," Rita Cox gasped, her eyes bulging as her voice became almost possessed. "So fucking thick. Please. Your Mom isn't home is she? You can take me there if you want."
"Your house," Mike groaned as Mrs. Cox kept squeezing the bulge, and then the two almost ran inside.
***
The two made a quick pit stop in the kitchen to wash off their hands but Rita Cox didn't wait for Mike to dry them before she started climbing over him, her mouth devouring his while clawing off his clothes.
Mike managed to pull Mrs. Cox's yellow tank top off, revealing a pair of breasts that may have started to show the effect of nearly a half century on earth but seeing the pendulous breasts unwrapped was anything but disappointing, and as they kissed Mike's hands roughly kneaded the pliant tits, revealing in their softness as the fat nipples burned his palms.
"Let me!" Rita was gasping as she struggled to get Mike's t-shirt over his head, and after she yanked it off sighed at the sight of the lad's broad chest and the little hairs that were growing around his nipples.
She squeezed the firm pectorals much like he was kneading her breasts, and then her hands went to his shoulders and arms, squeezing and even leaning down to gently bite his bicep before lifting Mike's arm and burying her face in the moist tuft of hair that filled the hollow, licking and chewing like a feral animal.
"Now - right here," Rita Cox told the stunned teen as she lost her shorts and yanked Mike's down as well, and when she saw that Mike was hard she told hold of his throbbing cock which, while not especially long was absurdly thick, so much so that her hand barely got around more than halfway around the stump of the organ. "Oh Mike - it's been so long for me and your cock is so damn thick you're probably gonna split me in two but I don't care."
Rita turned around and swept the morning newspaper off of the kitchen table before leaning over the heavy wooden oak and presenting herself to the lad while practically yelling, "Hard!"
Mike would have been more nervous if he had time to think but he was faced with the sight of his neighbor with her full round ass staring up at him, and with her legs spread that furry crack was calling him. He moved up behind Mrs. Cox and rubbed the knob of his cock into the abyss before he felt her hand reached down and guide him.
"You can have my ass later, I promise" Mrs. Cox declared as she brought his tool to the dripping opening of her sex. "Fuck my pussy and don't hold back."
Mike had been trying to do just that but his inexperience and the thick bush had him fumbling until Mrs. Cox's hand came down and guided him. Mike leaned forward and as he felt his cock push into the tight channel he heard his neighbor cry out in what sounded like pain, but when he stopped she leaned back into him and made it clear what she wanted by taking him all in.
It wasn't pretty but more like some kind of savage mating ritual, and it didn't last long either. Long enough for Mike to drive Mrs. Cox and the table over so it was against the cabinets as he held her fleshy hips, thrusting into her hard while she kept screaming "Harder!" until suddenly he felt as if her pussy was going to crush his cock in a series of contractions.
This caused Mike to cum as well, and as his cock jumped and spurted inside his neighbor his body tingled from the toes on up until he went limp.
Mike looked down at the little bruises his hands had caused to her hips while he gripped them hard, and he started to apologize for hurting her as well as not lasting longer - had it been much more than a minute? - but Rita Cox was having none of it.
"Lasted long enough for me. So good - I needed that so bad," she said after straightening up and facing the lad. "Let's go to bed."
***
"Glad I didn't waste time making the bed," Rita said as she pulled Mike into the bedroom and fell into the bedding, and as she reclined and waited for Mike to join her she added, "Now we can make love."
Mike felt like he had been in some kind of whirlwind out in the kitchen, some unreal universe that seemed like more of a dream, but this was real.
There was Mrs. Cox, his neighbor for all these years, naked and on her back. Her huge breasts were still massive looking in that position as they rolled slightly on her chest, and then down below that solidly thick waist was a wide uneven triangle of black hair that was just as hairy as Mike had thought it would be. The hair grew wide and high, and there was even a trail of curls that went up from her bush towards her belly button.
In the middle of that jungle of hair was milky white seed that had oozed out of her pussy. That was HIS semen, Mike realized, and the way Mrs. Cox was beckoning him it was clear she wanted more of it.
"I was right about you liking hair, wasn't I?" Rita said as she parted her thighs and showed that the black curls even grew outside the delta and right up between her legs. "I could trim it some but..."
"No," Mike said with a grin as he shook his head while getting onto the bed. "I love it."
"And I love this big boy," Rita Cox said as she reached over and grabbed Mike's spent cock. "I may not be able to walk after you get done with me though - or so I hope. Damn, this is one fat cock."
Mike beamed with pride because he had always been afraid that he wasn't big enough since he was a bit less than 6" long hard and a lot of the other guys dicks in the locker room seemed longer than his, but judging by the way Mrs. Cox was acting both out in the kitchen and here, he started to feel better about himself.
"Let me see if I can fit this in my mouth," Mrs. Cox said as she leaned over, parting her lips and taking in the bulbous mushroom head, and although her mouth had to stretch to the limit she managed to get her lips down past the ridge of the bulbous knob and as far as she could.
"You ever get head before?" Mrs. Cox asked when she came up for air after a bit.
"Sort of," Mike replied, recalling when Ginny Miller made the effort, giving up after her teeth scraped him. "A girl tried but she ended up just licking it."
"It is like a lollipop," Mrs. Cox commented as she wiggled the slowly stiffening stub, slapping it on her cheek while she tried to loosen up her jaw by contorting her face. "A big fat all day sucker. "I meant that before - about my ass. I do want to you to take me anally - that is if you want to. Some guys like to just look."
"No - I mean - I'll do anything to you," Mike explained. "This is all new to me."
"Well why don't you get a better look at it," Mrs. Cox suggested as she maneuvered herself so she was straddling Mike's flushed face. "You know what rimming is?"
As Rita went back down on her neighbor's meaty monolith Mike looked up at Mrs. Cox's crotch. The semen was oozing out richly in this position even though her opening was not visible through the fur which grew right up her crotch and into the crack.
Mike's hands grabbed the meaty buttocks and spread them apart, and he didn't know what the term was but he figured it out, especially when Rita wiggled down onto his face. The crevice was tart as was the taste, but Mike hardly noticed as his tongue found the tiny orifice.
"OH!" Rita choked when she felt Mike's tongue hit the mark as most of his face was burrowed in between her buttocks. "That's it honey - eat my asshole. Damn that's so good."
Mike's voice was garbled which made his response inaudible, but there was no doubt that while he didn't know what he was doing Mrs. Cox was enjoying it and so was he judging by his stiffening tool.
Mike let out a squeal of his own when Mrs. Cox took his erection out of her mouth and spread his legs, letting her tongue slide down his balls and towards his anus.
"Feels good doesn't it?" Rita asked after she straightened up. "I'll do better later - couldn't reach well at that angle. Now where's that lube?"
Rita scrambled over to the night table like a crab, and after opening the shelf and frantically clawing threw the the stuff, found the half used tube of lube.
"You want to do the honors?" Rita asked, throwing the tube to Mike before he could answer, and as she got on all fours, her massive breasts swaying down to the sheets, she presented herself to him.
"Don't be shy - lube my ass up real good," Rita said as Mike fumbled with the tube, and after he found the puckered ring and poked his finger into the hot cavern she added. "No need to be gentle honey. Use two fingers - three if you can. Yeah!"
Mike thought that her anus was tight for just one finger, but after working that single digit in and out a bit he tried to force in his middle finger too without hurting her.
"Yeah!" Rita crowed, answering Mike's unasked question of whether it hurt or not, and after pushing his two thick fingers in as far as he could Rita called back, "You still hard babe? Good. Grease that horse cock of yours up and give it to me hard."
Mike squeezed lube on his hand and slid his fist up and down his stiff tool until it was slick, and then knee-walked up behind Mrs. Cox and pushed the fat knob into the abyss blindly. He found the slightly opened ring fairly quickly, but after getting the tip in his progress stopped.
"Push!" Rita cried out, her face down in the pillow and her legs spread, her plump ass up high. "Don't baby me. I want it! PUSH!"
Mike leaned forward as hard as he could, but could not get the thick ridge into the tight hole until Rita lurched backwards. Suddenly the head of Mike's weapon popped it, and then he lurched forward, impaling Rita with his whole cock before catching his balance.
Rita had screamed when the thick cock ripped into her long neglected orifice, but her mouth was full of pillow and muffled what might have been a blood curdling howl.
"Damn!" Rita gasped as she raised her upper body with her arms so she could rock back and forth. "Feels like a fist. That's it!"
Mike felt like the captain of a ship as he knelt behind Rita, his hands on her hips as he thrusted in and out of what was an incredibly hot and tight orifice. The bed was squeaking as he humped with short firm strokes, and the squeaking got louder and faster as he got into a rhythm. The headboard was banging into the wall but Rita didn't seem to care. All she wanted was more.
"Oh damn - so good - you like my ass honey?" Rita asked as the groaning of the bed frame got louder and the entire thing started swaying a bit, and after Mike said it was great she told him, "Don't worry about the bed babe. Just don't stop. Pull my hair if you want."
"Like this?" Mike asked as he reached out and seized a fistful of Rita's moist black scalp and gently tugged it, but she jerked her head away so the tug became a yank.
"Don't be such a gentleman," Rita snapped playfully. "Treat me rough. Talk dirty to me."
"Uh - I like my dick in your rear," Mike mumbled. "Feels good."
"You can do better than that," Rita told Mike as she pushed back hard and the clapping of their damp flesh got louder. "Get nasty. I love it."
"Your asshole feels so tight," Mike said tentatively, and when Rita voiced her approval he continued, "You like my fat cock in your hairy asshole?"
"YES!" Rita chirped. "That's it. Rip my ass up. Fuck me like an animal."
"Fuck!" Mike cried out as he hunched over on Mrs. Cox, his sweaty chest against her equally wet back, and as he wrapped her arms around Rita and tried to maul her swaying slippery jugs he screamed, "Gonna cum! Gonna cum in your ass!"
"Yes!" Rita exclaimed as she felt Mike's manhood jerk inside of her, and it was only after his warm seed coated her rectum and he cock was spent did the two of then sink down to the bedding.
"So good," Rita declared after Mike gingerly got off of her before he crushed her, and as she ran her hand over the boy's red cheek and added, "That was the absolute best. I hope you liked it half as much."
"It was incredible," Mike admitted. "I was afraid I was hurting you.'
"Nope, I'm fine. Sore but fine," Rita assured him. "I like it rough and I like the dirty talk too. Just playing - so don't worry about what you say. I liked that part about - I think you said something about your fat cock in my hairy asshole?"
Mike blushed even more as Rita giggled, and she kissed him before telling him, "Well, it's true. Your cock is fat and my asshole is hairy. I loved it. I'll bet you can think up even nastier things too."
"I'll try," Mike said.
"Speaking of nasty things, I think we need a shower," Rita declared. "Want to join me?"
"Sure," Mike said, and while the warm water ran out by the end because they took their time scrubbing each other's special places it was fun.
Drying was just as enjoyable, and after Mike dried Rita off thoroughly, even getting under her breasts as she lifted them for him, he got the same treatment.
"This big boy," Rita said after kneeling on the rug to dry Mike's turgid cock, and then directed the boy to turn around and bend over. "I bet by the time I get done drying you back here you cock will be hard again."
"OH!" Mike said after he bent over and clutched the sink while mentioning, "That's not drying."
Rita leaned back from where her face was buried, her hands spreading Mike's rock-hard ass cheeks apart, and asked, "Was that a complaint?"
"No ma'am," Mike chirped as Rita's tongue dipped back in, and after a minute or so Rita's hand came around the teen's hip and found what she was looking for."
"Told you," Rita announced as she spun Mike around to face her, the thick six inches standing straight at her, and as she grabbed the base of the shaft she explained, "My pussy was sore and my ass is destroyed, so this will have to do."
"Oh man," Mike groaned, running his hands though Rita's hair as her lips slid down the stiff dick almost all the way down, and although it took a while for him to cum again he finally did.
"There!" Rita said as she leaned back onto her heels and looked up at her young lover, his cum trickling out the sides of her mouth. "Now you've got my jaws aching - and don't you apologize either."
"I won't," Mike assured his neighbor.
"How about if I make us some lunch?" Rita suggested. "Unless you have somewhere to go that is."
"No, I'm right where I want to be," Mike said as he walked behind Mrs. Cox, his eyes fixed on her plump derriere every step of the way.
***
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I grew up a very attractive girl. I kept my brown hair about chin length and have what I consider to be a wonderful smile. My tummy is not a fit as some but I keep it trim enough for my taste. My legs are long, firm yet slightly larger than most girls. I have a nice bottom that is well rounded from the only exercise I ever did as a kid -- weightless squats.
While I consider my best attribute to be my smile the men and women I have been with seem to think otherwise. I was born with a very sizable chest that has yet to fade as I approach my mid 20's. What makes me happiest is that my breasts have kept their circular shape and continue to sit high on my chest. I will keep my cup size to myself but suffice it to say I was a 32EE in 10th grade and had grown a cup size by 11th grade.
Now, one would think I would have been a very popular girl in High School with my breasts pouring off my chest. This was not the case for there is one other thing about me, which I have neglected to mention. I am deaf. My parents were ashamed of my deafness and more or less kept me shut away. My mother home schooled me and I spent most of my life squirreled away in my bedroom.
If it had not been for my brother, Jake, I would have had no friends in my life before the age of 16. My parents had a 'normal' son a year after me and they turned most of their attention to him. He was wonderful to me and was the only one in my family, other than I, who has learned American Sign Language fluently. My parents expended most of their energy on him and left me alone except for my daily reading lessons and whatnot.
When I was 18 my parents bought me a computer and that is where I have spent much of my life. There were three things that intrigued me most about the various computers I have owned. The first was programming. Being a bit of a deaf shut-in, I need some mental release and that is where I got it. Later I was able to turn this hobby into a career. It is the perfect for me since all the communication can be done with the written word.
The other was the internet. It opened so many doors to me and allowed me to 'chat' just like a normal girl. I learned what people were truly like and was finally able to tell people my true emotions.
The third came from the internet and is really what brought me here today. The unlimited supply of porn. I'll never forget the first time I was surfing the web and typed in the wrong keyword. One click and I was changed forever. By day I would do my reading for my mom and putzing around with my latest program; but once everyone was asleep I would get lost in a world of the nastiest porn I could find.
Eventually I purchased a vibrator and a dildo. I became addicted. I would stay up until three in the morning googling, "monster cocks", "anal with huge facials " and "dirty sluts". I could not get enough. To this day, I spend an hour or two every day pleasuring myself to all different kinds of porn.
I was never very picky early on and just looked at what ever turned me on. I guess that turned me into a girl with more kinks than friends. Some of my kinks are less needy than others but one stands out as the master. After the first time shoving a dildo in my butt, I knew I was hooked. I love to try all sorts of things, but when I am super horny, my butt is going to need a lot of attention.
This coupled with my fear of getting pregnant brings me to my first sexual encounter. I knew being 18 and having 32GG's, was going to make me a hot target, so I could afford to be picky. I wanted to be extra careful. I decided to use craigslist for my coming out party and wanted to be sure to find the right guy. I said my name was Belle, posted a pic without a face, and let everyone know that I was deaf and need special attention. I also noted that I would be dictating the terms of our encounter.
I went to bed and woke up to an overflowing inbox. I quickly closed my post, sure that there must be someone of interest already waiting in my inbox. The first fifty or so emails came from someone who was illiterate, disgusting, or just sent me a picture of their erection. After a few hours of sorting through them I settled on about 10 that seemed to qualify. I sent them all a reply email and asked them to send a full pic, with head, and to describe some of their own kinks. I also said I wanted a full name, a phone number, and some more proof of id, if possible.
Only one person responded within the guidelines , Brian. He sent me his phone number a very sexy pic. He said he was 23 and was in college. He was in great shape, and had a killer smile. He sent me his Friendster profile, which was the first time I had heard of social networking sites. I perused through his profile and decided to get my brother to call him.
I waited till the next morning when my brother was getting ready for school. I told him to call the phone and ask whoever answered if he was Brian. If yes, ask him to answer yes or no to the question of if he wants to meet up with Belle. Whatever his answer, hang up the phone immediately. I told him that I would make it worth his while, and he agreed.
Jake called and Brian finally answered. Jake stayed on script and hung up the phone quickly. He said Brian had answered yes to both questions. I was very excited. I ran downstairs and emailed Brian, telling him that I would meet him at his house at noon on Saturday. I told him I needed directions. Gathering some courage, I told him not jack off until then, and that it was ok if he blew his first load early, we were going keep going after that. Five minutes later I got his reply with directions.
The rest of the week took forever. By Wednesday I decided I should practice as much as I could. I practiced blowing my dildo. I had been doing this for a while now, and I felt like I was better at repressing my gag reflex than most porn stars I watched. I went and bought a bus ticket on Friday afternoon and wrote Brian a note of directions later that night.
On the bus Saturday morning, I read over the note. I was going over in my head which kinks I wanted to act on today. I underlined the phrase on the note, that said when I want something I will point. I decided that I would fulfill one of his kinks first, since it was one we had in common. I got out near his apartment. I realized I needed to be buzzed in but I did not want him to do it. I pressed many of the buttons, careful to avoid #309. I pulled on the door a few times and eventually I was let in.
I walked the stairs. Looking at my watch, I realized I was 10 minutes early. Nevertheless, I banged on his door, trying to catch my breath. He answered, dressed in jeans and an oxford. He showed me in and I handed him the note. After a minute or so of reading he nodded in agreement. I took the note from his hand and tossed it on the floor.
I took my coat off, revealing the schoolgirl outfit I had on. I had black, chunky heels, white stockings, a short, red plaid skirt, white panties, a low cut white shirt, and a revealing white bra that pushed my heaving bosom together for maximum cleavage. I let him eyeball me for a second. Then I pointed at him, signaling for him to get undressed. He stripped down to his boxers and moved towards me. Shaking my head no, I pointed at his boxers then at the ground.
He looked around anxiously before finally dropping trou. He had a wonderful body. A slender build with well toned muscles. Two away from a six-pack and taut legs. His penis was flaccid at the moment but I hoped it would not disappoint.
Pointing at his flaccidness, I reared back and laughed. He hung his head. I walked towards him, and palmed his manhood. Bending over slightly, so he could see down my cleavage, I ground his withered penis into him and smiled at him. He realized what I was doing. I grabbed his penis and turned heel. Locating the bedroom, I headed for it with him in tow. I could feel his cock growing between my fingers. Whenever I felt him stiffening, I would squeeze tightly, enjoying the sensation of finally having my first dick.
Walking towards the edge of the bed, I paused, still holding his hardening cock. Gripping tightly, I bent over slightly so my white panties would show. I ground the tip of his cock in my ass. The feeling of having a dick finally touch my yearning asshole made me breathe deep, even if it was over the panties. I yanked him into my butt until I thought he was as hard as I could get him.
Pulling him towards the bed with his cock, I turned him around and pushed him onto the bed so he was lying on his back. His cock was slightly thicker and a few inches longer than my 7-inch dildo and it stood out from him like a flagpole.
I climbed on the bed, got on my knees and straddled his face with my legs, so we were in a 69 position only I was more or less sitting. I pulled my panties down from my butt while his face looked up from underneath me. I used my hands to rub my generous cheeks as I teasingly plopped down on him before quickly pulling back up. Looking back down at him, I laughed again. Reaching back, I grabbed the back of his head and thrust it into my butt underneath my skirt.
He began licking as I grinded on his face. Finally he began tonguing at my asshole. It was heavenly. Lightly at first, he circled my most sensuous spot. I squealed and tried to shiver my ass further onto his face. He kept a perfect rhythm as he ate my hershey kiss. He was doing such a wonderful job I nearly forgot his throbbing cock.
I stroked it slightly with my right hand, balancing myself with my left. I could feel his tongue vibrating on my asshole and assumed he was now moaning with pleasure. I continued to tease with my hand, ignoring his thrusts for stronger action. Once he could take no more teasing, I stopped touching him all together.
I took my shirt off and unhinged my bra. My tits were heaving. My nipples were hardening. I loved how I could no man could ever get less than a handful. His butt licking never missed a beat and I decided it was time to get a taste of his cock.
Bending over, he repositioned himself so he could keep licking my ass. I plopped my massive tits down on his stomach so he could feel them for the first time. I reached down with my left hand and began flipping my clit, hoping to orgasm during his ass licking. As for him, I lightly licked the tip of his rigid cock. I tasted pre-cum for the first time. I licked his entire shaft before moving to his balls. I tongued his balls for a minute or so before the main event.
I scooted up, forcing my young bottom into his face. I opened wide and stuck my tongue out. I slowly enveloped his cock with my mouth without closing down on it. My teeth bumped up against his cock at times but I refused to give him the pleasure of closing my mouth around it. He was licking feverishly at my ass obviously going insane with the teasing.
Eventually I felt the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat. I closed down tightly and sucked as hard as I could. His salty cock was glorious in my mouth and sent me to place I had never been before. With six of his inches buried in my mouth, the fingering, and the ass worship I was careening towards an orgasm. All that practice with the dildo was going to pay off though. I wanted to cum with this cock situated down my throat.
I opened my eyes and saw his balls dangling in front of my face. Telling myself I would not stop until my nose was touching his sac, I began swallowing his cock inch by inch. I pushed his dick past my gag reflex and felt it bending down my throat. My eyes were tearing up, I still had two more inches to go and my orgasm was coming on furiously with his tongue lapping at my sphincter. I bit down slightly and forced myself further down his shaft until I eventually felt his sweaty sac rubbing against my nose.
I came immediately. I could not breathe as Brian's thick cock filled my spasming throat. My whole body shook with pleasure as I felt my orgasm filling my entire body like a wave. My pussy was gushing everywhere as I fingered away. After I was done, I slowly withdrew his cock from my throat, enjoying every moment.
I spun off of him and got on my knees beside him. Grabbing his cock, I began stroking. I jiggled my tits for him and then buried his face in them. He molested them and sucked away. He kept two hands on them at all times and squeezed them like he had never seen a pair of tits before. I let him bask in my tits for a few minutes while I jacked him off.
Pulling my breasts from his mouth, I motioned to his cock, my face, and made an explosion sign. He nodded, and stood up. Standing up with him, I undressed. I knelt down under him and placed his rigid cock between my tits. I pushed them together and moved up and down. Maintaining eye contact and smiling, I let him fuck my tits as I pushed my breasts together.
Then I took hold of him with my left hand and stroked him. I took my right hand and began fingering my backdoor. I needed to warm up. Alternating between blowing him, deep-throating him, and jacking him off, I brought him to the precipice. I had his cock lodged in my throat as I rubbed my nose on his pubis when he grabbed my shoulder.
He pushed me back and I wrapped both hands around his throbbing length. I pulled and tugged as I squeezed tightly. I aimed him at my face the way I had seen porn stars do it. He leaned his head back and finally began covering me in cum. The first stream covered the entire length of my face and even dribbled on to my tits. He continued with his torrent of cum, glazing my face with every drop that was available to him. I felt so slutty, being facialized by someone who was channeling his inner Peter North.
Once it was over I looked up and smiled at him. I licked the cum from around my mouth, delighting in its wonderful taste. He smiled at me and started to move away. I grabbed his hips and shook my head. I was not done yet.
My face was dripping with his warm seed, but it was time to get even dirtier. First, I needed to get this mans flaccid cock hard once again. I put it back in my mouth and sucked on his shriveled penis. I found there was still some cum left in his johnson as it dribbled into my mouth. It took a minute or so of twisting his flaccid junk with my tongue before I felt him hardening once again. I looked up at him, I could sense he was getting off on the fact he had some girl blowing him after he sprayed her face with his cum.
I started finger fucking my rosebud in preparation. Once he was fully hard, I stood back up and bent over on the bed. I pointed at my bottom and bit my lower lip. Brian moved behind me and rested his manhood on my backside. His cock was over heating and it felt wonderful resting on my little asshole.
He slowly pushed it in as my sphincter fought hard against his cock. It hurt a little bit, but not nearly as much as the first time I shoved a dildo up there. He put the first inch in my ass when my butthole closed down around the head of his cock. I started fingering my clit, amazed that I was finally being fucked in the ass. The pain was subsiding and the pleasure was sinking in.
He took his time as my virgin ass swallowed his cock inch by inch. I was beginning to sweat and I could taste cum on my lips again. I could not wait for that cock in my ass to fill my mouth with cum. By this time, Brian had about half of his stiff cock buried in my chute and he was not slowing down.
The final half of his cock slid in easier as soon I could feel his pubis rubbing up against the base of my bottom, meaning my ass had fully swallowed his length. I loved ever second of it. I felt him starting to retreat, eventually pulling all but the tip out of my ass. He then plunged it deep within me. I started grunting, and I am sure I sounded ridiculous.
Nevertheless, he did not slow down one bit. He continued to plow my ass. I realized early on that I was to inexperienced to cum from this. He slid his cock in and out of my ass for some time. Eventually, he rolled me on to my back so he could see my tits bouncing up and down as he leveled my backdoor.
After about three minutes of having my ass fucked while on my back, I decided it was time. I looked up at him, opened my mouth, stuck my tongue out, and pointed down my throat.
He slid his dick out from my ass. I got back on my knees, and looked at his still rock-hard cock, straight out of my ass. Breathing deeply, I took it all in. I knew I was a slut, but I was amazing even myself. I slowly opened my mouth and let my tongue come into contact with his steaming cock. I had just an inch of his cock in my mouth when I closed my lips down.
It was the sexiest thing we had done all night. Ass to mouth was officially my fetish. I promised myself right then and there that every guy I would ever fuck, would be getting ass-to-mouthed by me.
I sucked on the tip of his cock enjoying the sluttiness of it all. I pulled back and opened my mouth wide. Guiding his cock down my throat again, I tasted every inch of his rigid cock. My tongue was in a frenzy, as I pushed him all the way down once again. I sucked hard, closing my lips around his base. I started fingering myself once again as I began sliding my mouth up and down his shaft.
I couldn't help myself so I stood back up and planted his cock back in my ass. He fucked my backdoor for a minute or so before I dropped back down to my knees. Any girl who doesn't get on her knees after a good ass fucking does not know what she's missing.
I went to town, blowing him with no hands. I was in ecstasy as I fingered myself furiously while being throat fucked by a dick straight out of my butt. I wrapped my hands around his cock and started rubbing his dick all over my cum soaked face. I licked it a few more times before standing back up for the rear entry one more time.
Brian buried his cock in my chute. I dropped to my knees again and put his anal-loving dick between my tits. The smell of nasty sex was everywhere and I was now rubbing it all over my 32GG tits. Brian looked ready to cum again so I buried his bone in my mouth.
He unleashed another torrent of cum that coated my mouth. Pulse after pulse my mouth was filling. After I felt ready to explode, he shot one more stream, causing my mouth to spill open. I quickly closed it again, trapping all his semen in my mouth. I let it stew in my mouth as I continued to blow him, bathing his cock in cum he unleashed in my mouth.
I eventually swallowed it all. I stood up gathered my things. I went to the bathroom, and got dressed. I wiped the cum from my face with my hands but passed on cleaning up any further. Leaving the apartment, I nodded in thanks, put on my coat and walked out the door.
I sat in the back of the bus and kept my head down, taking in the nasty sex smell still permeating from my cleavage. |
56 | The Admission | shane038nz | Anal | 2005-07-19 | 2005-07-19 | 2022-01-08 12:10:29 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-admission | His lover admits a desire. | [''] | 3.95 | We had been seeing each other for a while now, and each time the sex was getting better. Little discoveries of pleasure spots each time had led to some very hot sessions.
This particular day I heard her car pull up and waited for her to come inside. In the background the TV was playing a porn movie the sound track betraying the moans and squeals of pleasure from the various actresses. As she walked through the door in a glance I took her in noticing her hard nipples under her clothing and the slight flush on her cheeks and throat. I moved towards her and took her in my arms passionately kissing her lips sliding my tongue into her mouth, my hand dropping to clutch one of her ass cheeks in my hand.
I felt her thrust her hips into mine causing my cock to thicken and lengthen. She continued to grind against me while sucking my tongue in her mouth; I cup one of her tits in my hand gently stroking the nipple making it harden even further.
Her breathing was starting to get a little ragged and I could feel her body trembling all over.
I broke off the embrace and led her to the couch and told her to sit down. Once seated, she reached out and cupped my bulge in her hand, and looked up at me with pure lust in her eyes.
I tell her to wait there and go out of the room.
When I return I have shaving foam a razor and a bowl of warm water I also have a towel. While putting the equipment down I feel my pants being opened then she puts my cock to her lips and slides my cock straight to the back of her throat. I reach down and grip her nipples between my fingers and squeeze hard, which drives a moan from her throat and an increase in the tempo she is sliding her mouth up and down my throbbing thick tool, at the same time she gently scratches my sack with her long fingernails. I look down and see a bright red ring encircling my cock where her lipstick has rubbed off.
Meanwhile the porn film continues the slapping sound of fucking and the moans of the starlet add to the eroticism of the moment.
A mew of disappointment escapes her throat as I withdraw my cock from her mouth and start to get set for shaving her cunt, which I can already smell the musk which just serves to excite me further.
I slide a towel under her ass and tell her to spread her legs wide and place her feet on the seat so she is wide open for me to see. I can't resist a lick of her very wet creamy hole and stiff clit before I get to the business of shaving her.
Reluctantly I relinquish her clit, and start to apply the shaving foam all over her cunt getting it very lathered up.
Next I take the razor and remove the hair around the outside shaving it very smooth, then I pull one of her labia gently out and carefully shave her labia then the other.
Once finished I apply a warm flannel and the water to clean the foam and hair away gently, and then dry her cunt with a towel.
Now I can truly see all aspects of her cunt her clit peeking out her piss hole and her dripping moist hole as well. As I watch I see moisture form and start to flow out down her ass glistening in the light, I lean in and lick it up.
I sit beside her and we start to concentrate on the movie. I feel her hand reach over and it encircles my throbbing cock. She is also fingering her own cunt frigging her clit and breathing deeply.
The scene in the film involves two men and a woman, the woman is on her hands and knees, she is deep throating the man in front of her, meanwhile the man behind her is slowly sliding his cock into the woman's asshole.
I here her gasp and turn to ask what is wrong?
For a long time there is no reply, only the sensation of her hand tightening its grip on my cock and the tempo increasing both on my cock and her clit. I also hear her breathing becoming more ragged. The scene on the TV is reaching its crescendo the men both nearing their climaxes when she says to me "babe I want you to fuck my ass tonight! I have been wanting to tell you for a while now"
I look at her face and see she is blushing but also I see a look of pure lust in her eyes.
It is a lot to absorb but my cock betrays my excitement by twitching in her hand.
We roll into a 69 on the floor my cock slides deeply into her mouth and she opens her throat and my cock slides right down until it is totally engulfed, my balls resting on her lips. There is already a river of juice dribbling from her smooth shaved cunt.
I lick slowly from her asshole right up to her clit lingering at her hole and her piss slit.
Back and forward my tongue goes from dipping into her asshole sliding up pausing to dip into her wet hole then lingering on her peehole for a moment or two then swirling up to her clit, then, repeating the movement in reverse lingering over her peehole, every time I do this I feel her jump. I slide my tongue over her open cunt hole and down to her puckered brown hole, when I get there I poke my tongue into the hole just teasing and opening it up. Wanting it to open up for me. The musky pungent scent of her asshole thrills me and I thrust deep into her mouth, all the time fingering and licking her ass hole and cunt.
All of this tongue action on her rosebud and cunt are starting to have their effect and the moans coming from her throat vibrate along the length of my cock. Continuing with my oral assault causes her to start to writhe around, and the moans coming from her increase in volume and pitch. Still licking and fingering I feel her nails sink into my ass cheeks, and her cunt is now wide open and copious quantities of her nectar are flowing out and running down between her ass cheeks and over her asshole. Increasing my licking tempo I feel her whole body tense, her moans are now shrieks screaming over and over again i'm gonna cum. Now. its time for me to take her over the edge. I start to bite her clit then run my tongue into her peehole over and over again, her body arches and her shrieks become one drawn out scream, suddenly my face gets soaked as her cunt squirts again and again I continue to lick and am rewarded with even more juice, shortly after this she goes limp her breathing ragged.
When she has recovered she says to me oh wow that's the best orgasm I have ever had mmmmnnn she almost sounds like she is purring.
We now go to the bedroom and I flop onto the bed, immediately I feel a mouth engulfing my cock sucking me in deeply while gently squeezing my balls.
Her mouth is like a vacuum almost sucking my balls out through my cock and I start to moan. I thrust upwards fucking her mouth rapidly reaching deep into her throat each time I feel my balls start to constrict, I am in heaven when. She stops sucking and stands.
I start to complain when she turns round and plunges her cunt right to my cock's base and starts to ride me hard, my cock and balls getting saturated by the copious flow of her cunt juice. She starts to ride me up and down faster and faster, she screams out as she cums again. After about five minutes she gets off me again and gets on to her hands and knees! She turns to look at me with lust glazed eyes and says to me FUCK MY ASS NOW STUD!
I move up behind her, and apply some lube to her ass and slide my finger in then two stretching her asshole I slide the third finger in and feel her ass dilating, I reach around and start fingering her clit, the screams are starting again as I position the head of my now engorged cock at her asshole entrance. With one smooth thrust I slide my cock into her asshole to the hilt. I wait a few seconds for her ring to adjust to the girth of my cock before I start to thrust in and out sliding the whole 7" of my cock right out then back in again slowly building speed. I start to feel her thrusting back towards me as I push in and I hear her starting to keen louder and louder. I once more reach around and start to flick her clit, as I thrust in harder and faster, my fingers are now saturated and I feel my balls tighten again, I know now I am about to cum in her asshole and tell her so.
Into overdrive I go thrusting in and out faster and faster, I am aware of her thrusting back at me and this drives me over the edge I shout out ohhhh fuuuck i'm Cumming! As my cum starts to spurt into her ass I feel her cunt contract and my hand is seared by gush after gush from her cunt, she is speaking but it is just incomprehensible babble as she writhes on my cock, the cum is still gushing from my cock into her asshole. Slowly we come back to reality and collapse on the bed totally spent my softening cock still lodged in her ass. We can hardly speak or move, I wrap my arm around her and pull her close to me we cuddle this way as we gradually drift off to sleep together. |
57 | Adopted Sister | Robb | Anal | 2000-06-22 | 2001-07-10 | 2022-01-08 09:48:52 | 4 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/adopted-sisters-anal-adventure | 1. Bro explores new frontier. 2. He makes strange bet with married sister. 3. He shaves sis. 4. Adopted siblings enjoy anal pleasures. | ['Back Sally', 'Cum Decided', 'Deep End', 'Grabbing Dick', 'Hard Long', 'Mark Looked', 'Pool Sally', 'Pucker Hole', 'Sally Looked', 'Sally Turned'] | 4.31 | It had been a few days since I heard from Sally. Our initial sexcapades had been intense. I was getting hard just thinking about them. My wife had to head out of town to finish a contract with a customer, so it left me alone. The pool was nice, nude swimming was a favorite on mine.
The phone woke me out of my daydreaming. "Hello." I said.
"Hey! What's up?" Mark said on the other end.
"Not much, just hanging."
"Linda gone?" He asked.
"Yea, for a few day."
"Well, Sally and I were thinking of stopping by and having some fun in your pool. Do you mind?"
"Not at all. I have a few beers in the fridge. Come on over. There is plenty of space." I answered back.
"Sally suggested we pack and overnight bag. I have to head to the office for a few hours tomorrow, but I can come back. Since you and Sally are off, maybe we can make a weekend out of it?"
"Sure...Sounds good to me," I said before I thought about it.
"Great, we'll be over in an hour." Mark said hanging up the phone.
My mind was running. The thought of seeing Sally again had my dick rising quickly.
They arrived and Sally didn't even say a word to me. What happen, I thought? Mark already had his bathing suit on and he told Sally to get hers on. She went to my bedroom to change while Mark and I broke into the beer and made idle chat. A few minutes later, Sally appeared in a conservative two-piece suit. Mark commented that she should put on her sexier suit but she just smirked and told him no. Boy was she cold.
All of us had several beers and made idle chatter about work or whatever else came up. Mark went to use the bathroom and Sally turned to me and told me that Mark demanded a blow-job from her on the way to my house. I asked her what she did and she said that she told him where to go. We were both in the water waist-deep and she grabbed my dick and said that it was too bad that she couldn't suck on that tool.
I was surprised by her boldness. Mark had just come back and tossed me another beer.
"Sally, take your top off." Mark said. He was kinda drunk and not really sure what he was saying.
Sally looked at him and wanted to piss him off. "Sure, honey." In one quick motion, her top was off.
Wow, they are beautiful I thought to myself. Every time I have set my eyes on them, they just look better and better.
Mark didn't seem to notice, or care. He jumped into the pool with Sally right behind him. I jumped in to join them. We started to horse around with each other, tackling, dunking under water and just playing with each other. I made sure to get my feel of Sally's tits whenever possible. She was grabbing my dick every chance she got. I was hard. It was nice that I had a loose bathing suit on so it didn't show too much. Sally knew.
Mark made his way out of the pool as Sally grabbed onto me. Mark was heading for the bathroom. Sally turned her ass to me and said, "Fuck me now. And do it quick. I'm so fucking hot and I want you inside. Do me now."
I was so turned on I took my hard-on out and she slipped her bikini bottom aside and I mounted her from behind while we were in the pool. We were fairly deep in the pool, so it took me a second to line my dick up with her pussy.
It went in real easy. All the way in. "Fuck me" she moaned.
I was fucking her fast. In and out; in and out. I had her hips in my hands and I was rocking her hard.
Then, Mark jumped out onto the patio singing into a beer can. Caught! MY dick was all the way in his wife. We both stood there as Mark looked at us and said as he finished his line, "Toss her in the deep end. Go for it."
Then he went back to singing in his can. Sally and I were shocked, but she picked up that Mark was not paying much attention to them. "Finish me off. Then throw me."
With a few quick intense thrusts, she came and I did too. We both let out little screams and Mark looked. I grabbed Sally's leg and tossed her into the deep end of the pool.
"Good job." Mark said to me. "How are you feeling, honey?" he said to Sally.
"I'm feeling great. I wish I could do that again." Sally looked at me as she finished saying it. Both of us knew what she was referring to. Mark was totally oblivious.
We took a break from the pool since it was getting late. We had some dinner and chatted while watching TV. Mark got up and found himself heading to the spare bedroom. Sally went in and checked in on him about twenty minutes later. She came out.
"He is out cold. The beer got to him." She grinned at me.
"Well, what would you like to do?" I started to ask.
She peeled off the little outfit she had on and motioned me towards the pool. Of course, I was staring at her bald pussy as she walked towards me. We headed to the pool and she whispered in my ear, "I want you to fuck me hard and long right here. No quickie, just good hard fuck."
She jumped in. I started to take off the shorts I had on and asked, "Won't Mark wake up?"
"No, he is so out of it." She smiled, "Even if he did, we'll be in the pool and he won't notice."
I jumped in and Sally was right around me. Grabbing my dick she was stroking it slowly as our lips met. I had my fingers in her and I could feel the wet slippery cum inside her. Even in the pool, she was very hot. She guided me into her hot pussy slowly. I wrapped my arms around her and she did the same. We kissed as we were attached by my dick. I started a slow rhythm inside her. Her tits were rubbing my chest as we continued our underwater fucking.
We were in a serious groove as she started to moan. I picked up speed and started creating serious waves. She let out a scream as she came hard. I was about to cum when I decided to hold off.
When she came around we kissed intensely.
"That was great." She said.
"I'm not done."
She looked at me as I guided her to the shallow end and put her on the steps. I brought her around to kneel on the top step. Perfect height.
I slipped right into her. All the way deep. I thrust my dick in and she screamed a little. If Mark came out right now, we were have been screwed. But neither of us cared, it felt great.
I started a serious penetration and her hips bucked to my thrust. I grabbed her hips and rocked her hard. I was thrusting so hard I was lifting her right out of the water.
"YYYeeewwooooo..." I screamed as I shot my cum inside her.
Her scream was just as intense, but quieter...
I slammed a few more thrusts into her and then we held our position until my dick went limp.
"That was awesome." She said as she started to get out of the pool.
I grabbed her ass and did a quick lick of her ass. I rimmed her for a few seconds.
"Oh my! That felt wild...You got to do that again."
I turned to her, kissed her and said later.
We went back into the house naked and she headed to the guest room, me to my room. About 1/2 hour later, I was just about asleep when Sally walked in.
"Do you mind if I join you?" She asked climbing into the bed, naked of course.
I was about to answer her when she begged, "You got to do that thing you did to my ass. It felt...like...I don't know, incredible."
Knowing she wasn't going to leave if I said no, I told her to get on all fours. She did it so fast.
I spread her ass cheeks open and let my tongue touch her sexy little pucker hole. She gasped. I then started licking slow at first. She was now panting, rather quickly. I decided to stick a finger in her open pussy. She loved it and pushed her ass further into my face. I licked and licked for close to twenty minutes and her pucker hole was soaked. She had cum at least twice. I decided to pull my fingers from her pussy and slide them into her ass. I slid a finger slowly into her and she jumped a little, but then pushed back for me to continue. I was all the way in and met no resistance. I started to finger fuck her ass for a few seconds and she was already cumming and cumming hard. Knowing she was rocking, I decided to put something else in her ass. I quickly found a bottle of oil and oiled my dick. She knew it was coming and just smiled. I positioned my dick at her pucker hole and slowly pushed it in. The head took a second before her hole started to swallow it. Finally, the head was in and I waited a second for her to relax. She didn't want to wait and started to push back slowly. I just let her push.
I heard her pant, "Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh, oh this is good..."
A few moments later, I was all the way in her ass. I started to pull out slowly and Sally started panting really hard. I thought I was hurting her, so I was pulling out of her; when she begged, "Oh, wow, this is fucking awesome...fuck me harder..."
I slide back in a little faster than the first time. She wanted more. She started bucking. I sped up. I was fucking her ass with hard long thrusts. And she wanted more.
"OOOOwwwwwweeeee, wwwwooooowww...Give it to me. Harder!!!" She was now screaming.
"Yes....Yes....Oh, fuckin yes..."
I screamed as my load blasted in her hot ass.
Then she did something I never expected, she bucked me hard and screamed louder than I have ever heard before.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh fuuuuucccckkkkkkkkk. ..."
That had to wake Mark up I thought. She didn't care...She was still cumming. She didn't stop, even after I pulled out of her. It was a few minutes after that before she came down.
"I think you woke Mark." I said.
"Who the fuck cares? That was so...intense."
About five minutes later as we relaxed on the bed, she got up, kissed me and told me that she was going to bed before he came looking for her. She headed to the door, naked and very well satisfied. I was still thinking how sexy she looked.
She turned to me and said, "Mark will be leaving about 8:00am. I will be back and you are going to fuck my ass till he gets back."
Smiling, she left...
The morning will have to be another story.
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58 | Adult Education | Antonio_y_Cleopatra | Anal | 2012-09-09 | 2012-09-09 | 2022-01-08 09:48:54 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/adult-education-2 | Amy asks Eric to teach her a thing or two. He learns. | ['Anal', 'Friends', 'Masturbation', 'Playful', 'Romance Novella'] | 4.8 | _Can there be a fun, romantic, and relaxed way to push the sexual boundaries? Sure there can! You just need the right partner and a lot of time..._
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"I bet he wants your ass, too. Men always think women want that, and they never do."
I watched the other ladies in the group laugh or look down. That was Jennifer talking, and she was teasing Jackie about her boyfriend, whom Jackie described as "pretty adventurous in bed."
"What do _you_ think, Eric?" Amy's eyes challenged mine as I snapped over to her.
"I think I'm smart enough to stay out of this conversation," I replied, to a couple of giggles from the ladies.
"Well that's the nice, safe, boring answer," Amy chided. "You won't tell us what you think?"
"OK, I'll take the bait. Like anything sexual, I think it depends on the woman. Some would never do it, some put up with it for their partners, and some really enjoy it."
"And I suppose you have the magic touch to make them enjoy it?" Jennifer's sarcasm dripped out.
"I never said anything about me. Heck, you can read about this if you want. They've surveyed a lot of women about this, like everything else."
"So what about _you_?" Amy again, her eyes sparkling.
"When did this become a discussion of my sex life?"
"You've got a group of women here, talking about sex with you, and you're backing down? Hello? Is there any red blood in there?"
"Yes!" I blurted out—Amy had got me. "I know they can enjoy it from personal experience. I don't kiss and tell, so I'm not going to reveal who, but I absolutely know that at least one woman can have extremely powerful, soul- crashing orgasms that way."
"And you're so sure about that? And that _she_ wanted it?" Jennifer again.
"When she puts a bottle of lube in your lap and hooks her finger at you while she sashays to the bedroom, I think it's safe to say she wants it. As for the orgasm part, it's more the involuntary side that I picked up on. Tremors, spasms, and all that. She wasn't in control of herself."
"And you didn't marry her for life?" Amy gave me a theatrical look of disbelief.
"Very funny," I said. "It would be great if sex were the only aspect of a relationship. We were great in the sack, but there were other issues. It didn't work out in the long run."
"A guy admits that there's more to a relationship than sex?" Jackie quipped. "I didn't know that happened." The other ladies laughed while I rolled my eyes.
I looked over at Amy. "So I've spilled a bit, Lady. I'm not going to keep up a one-way conversation."
"Fair enough," she said, laughing. "I'll just say that I haven't done it, but I try to keep an open mind on things sexual."
"Whoa. Maybe we've got another adventurous soul in the sack!" Karen observed. Amy just stuck her tongue out.
"Speaking of relationships, you and Lisa have been split for several months now, right?" Jennifer asked me, changing the subject. "How come you aren't hooked up with some new babe?"
"I try to avoid the rebound thing. That usually leads to regret. Why, you want to hook up? Probably enough time has passed for me." I wanted to get a barb in at Jennifer.
"In your dreams, stud," she said, rolling her eyes while the other ladies laughed.
They continued to a discussion of boyfriends and prospects, with a lot of laughs and catcalls. I joined in the fun.
After another half hour or so, Jackie looked down. "Look's like it's time for me to go. Got to get ready for tonight."
"I'll bet, with your _adventurous_ boyfriend," Jennifer commented. "Come on, girls. We should give Amy and Eric a chance to clean up. By the way, Eric, that's very nice of you to help Amy with this little afternoon party."
"I'm hoping you spread this story around with the ladies. I can start with a good reputation, and coast for a while in my usual lazy, self-centered way."
That got a few more laughs and teases as everyone picked up their things and said goodbye. Most of the other folks had left an hour or so ago. Amy had done a good job inviting a co-ed mixture, and the party had gone well. She was right—an afternoon party got a lot more folks to come, since they could make evening plans as well.
"Ready to help with the dishes? By the way, thanks so much for co-hosting," Amy said.
"Anytime, Amy. Let's do it." Amy had been a good friend of my girlfriend Lisa, and we continued the friendship with each other after Lisa left. We both felt the loss when Lisa moved away, but the job opportunity had been perfect for her. Lisa and I both knew that we didn't have enough going for her to stay or for me to relocate with her. Lisa had told me that I should go after Amy, but it felt a little weird to hit up on a friend of my ex-girlfriend. Amy and I lived in the same condo building, so we saw each other a lot.
"Soul-crashing orgasms, huh?"
I noticed how close together we were at the sink. The dishes became a little harder to hold. "Uh-oh. Not my sex life again," I replied, groping for something to say.
"Hey, maybe I'm trying to help," she said. "I've got a friend who's mentioned that she wanted to try anal sex some day. Should I hook the two of you up?"
I shook my head. "I know it sounds crazy that I'm not jumping at the chance to get some girl's ass, but you have to understand how I operate. I only have fun in the sack if the girl is having a great time herself."
"Who says she won't have fun?"
"It's not as simple as just pushing inside and having her swoon with pleasure. That may be what porn movies show, but it doesn't work that way in real life. While she may endure it and eventually come to enjoy it, chances are it will just be a horrible experience. For me, anal sex is something that comes after a lot of trust and history have built up. Both partners need to be comfortable with many other forms of sex together, and the lady has to have learned how to relax and receive pleasure from that part of her body. Finally, she's sharing a _very_ personal, private part of herself, so she needs to completely trust her partner. If all those ingredients come together, it can be pretty amazing, and she has a good chance of loving it. On the other hand, it's just not something to check off in a hook-up."
"Sounds like a very mature outlook, Eric. Or are you just looking for a package deal—you know—guaranteed sex for a while?"
I laughed. "I think you got me there. I'm a package deal kind of guy. Now, if she's interested in that type of thing, maybe we should talk. I'm certainly not against it, and you generally have great friends. I'm not a big condom guy, so make sure you ask about getting tested, so she can rest her mind about that aspect of things. It's all about relaxing and having fun."
"Sounds right. I'll look into it," Amy said. "You'll be a lucky man if she says yes."
"No doubt. Now, if you keep talking like this, I'm going to have to get an apron on."
Amy laughed her deep, rich laugh. She enjoyed teasing and having fun with people. "OK, I'll let you off the hook for a while. Let's get the chairs and everything off the deck."
We did that, chatting about other things. Amy didn't show any sign that we had been discussing intimate subjects just a few minutes before. She moved gracefully through her house, her blonde hair swishing between her shoulders. Many times, I had noticed her combination of tight body and curves in all the right places. With Lisa in the picture, I had been more discrete, but now I enjoyed having a friend so easy on the eyes. I fell silent while I admired her.
"What are you thinking?" _Busted_. Amy always seemed to pick up on what I was thinking, and she loved putting me on the spot. For someone who had a reputation as a great friend and all-around nice person, Amy kept me on my toes.
"I think it might fall into the category of too much information. What are _you_ thinking?" I said, trying to turn the tables.
Amy gave me a long look with her piercing blue eyes. "I think it falls into the same category," she said. "Let's fold up these tablecloths."
We got the last one folded. I put it on top of the others. Neither of us had said a thing.
"Eric."
My eyes snapped back to her. She stood there, beautiful. "Yes?"
"I didn't give you the full story before, with my friend. Yes, we have discussed her interest in back door sex. But I wasn't asking for her when I talked to you."
Suddenly, a lightheaded feeling coursed through me. "Uh, you weren't?" I asked lamely.
She smiled, looking straight into my eyes. "No, Eric. Your story sounded pretty good, and I was really asking for myself. If you're interested, let me know."
Time stopped. I'm sure I looked stunned. Then my brain got back in gear. My heart was hammering.
"I'd love to!" I blurted out. I was still trying to comprehend what was going on, but some part of me knew to answer with enthusiasm. "I mean, whenever you would want to."
Amy laughed. "I'll take that for a yes, silly boy. So how should we get started?"
"With a hug and a kiss," I whispered, moving close to her. I took her in my arms. "Wow, Amy, you've left me speechless."
"You don't have to say anything," she whispered, catching my lips with hers.
When our lips connected, something clicked inside, and I realized how much Amy had attracted me all along. I wanted to be more than friends, much more. I could feel the same waves coming off of her. Our kiss heated up. Finally, we separated, both a little breathless.
"Amy, you kiss fantastic."
"Thank you. I figured you were a good kisser, too, and I was right," she said. "I think we'll work out together. Now, I like your idea about testing, even if it slows us down for a while. If we hurry today, we may still have time."
"Lead on, Lady," I said. "Do you know a place?"
"I think I've seen one, but I'm going to check online. Just a sec." Amy pulled out her phone, concentrating. After a minute or so, she made a call.
"We've got an hour before closing. Let's go—I'll drive."
My mind was still in a whirl while we drove down there. A lot had happened since I woke up this morning.
"Eric, thanks for doing this," Amy casually remarked as she drove.
"Amy, I don't think _you_ need to thank _me_."
"Any guy is lucky just to be with me, huh?"
"Something like that."
Amy laughed. "So, you might be interested in dinner? Part of that 'getting to know each other' thing you were talking about?"
"I'd love to, Amy."
"Good. Let's plan on it. Maybe we can walk down along the river and then look for something."
"Good idea. We can walk up an appetite."
We found the clinic and parked. As Amy walked in, I noticed some of the subtle looks she was getting. Both men and women checked her out, and I saw the admiration in their faces. She had a girl-next-door look of shirt, skirt, and sandals, but they fit her curves just right. They looked at me, too, and I caught their faint smiles as they realized what we were doing together at the clinic.
We finished and drove over to the river. I took her hand as we started walking. She squeezed back, a smile on her face.
"Glad the testing part is over," Amy said a few minutes later. "But, Eric, I appreciate it. You're a great guy. It will be a long week."
"If we're creative, we might be able to work on getting a little closer without getting _too_ intimate."
"What are you thinking?" she asked, turning to me.
"Let's see how the evening plays out," I replied, "and then we'll discuss it."
"A little mystery for me to think about?"
"Exactly."
Amy gave me another of her looks, shaking her head and smiling to herself. We walked on, just enjoying being together. I was walking on a cloud.
"Remember when we'd bike with Lisa?" Amy said as she saw some bikes go by.
"Yeah, I miss that. You still interested?"
"I am. I try to stay in shape, and it's fun to do things together. I run with my friends, but I enjoy biking, hiking, and other things, too."
"Let's plan on it." I said.
"How about tomorrow?"
"Great."
Amy squeezed my hand again. "So what type of food do you like?"
"As you mentioned in another context, I try to stay open-minded." That got a snort from Amy.
"Like to play with fire, huh?" she challenged.
"Can't help it."
Amy laughed again. "I guess I can't blame you. I like to play myself."
"Now to answer your question, I like anything prepared well. So if you have a favorite, let's do it."
"I'm the same. Why don't we stroll around, check the menus, and see what catches our eye?"
"Perfect. I'm having fun."
"Me, too, Eric." Amy squeezed my hand again.
We found a seafood place tucked around a corner with a nice outdoor area. I had been before and really liked it. We kicked back with a bottle of Chardonnay, talking about all kinds of things. I had always liked talking to Amy. She combined wit and humor with a playful, curious attitude.
"Excuse me, Eric. I'd like to wash up before the food comes."
"Of course." I got up and held her chair.
"Such a gentleman. Thank you."
Amy left her phone and purse on the table, so I didn't go with her. I took the chance to check out her ass while she sauntered away from the table. It was everything I remembered—rounded and tight. She suddenly turned her head, caught me looking, and smiled to herself before disappearing around the corner.
It was my turn to smile, thinking how Amy kept a wicked side carefully wrapped in her fresh, girl-next-door exterior.
I got cleaned up myself and then we enjoyed a great meal of seafood, wine, some salad, and crusty bread. We both ordered somewhat light, not wanting to slow ourselves down.
"Fantastic dinner, Amy. Thanks for asking."
"My pleasure," she replied. "Shall we head back?"
"I think that's a great idea," I answered, as my cock started to swell.
We walked hand-in-hand back to Amy's car and then drove back to our building, continuing to talk about all sorts of things. As we were getting close, Amy turned to me.
"I don't know exactly what you have in mind, Eric, but if it involves us being together, perhaps you'd like to grab your toothbrush and spend the night?"
"Great idea. I'd like that," I replied. I never liked having sex and then going to sleep alone. In a flash of insight, it suddenly hit me that Amy knew a lot about me. Lisa had liked the fact that I spent the night, and I'm sure she mentioned it to Amy. I wondered what else she had mentioned. I looked over at Amy as she seemed to study the road. It felt like she knew what I was thinking.
Amy parked and took my hand as we walked to my place together. Amy had a little smile on her face as she put me on the spot again. She had managed to invite herself in without any preparation from me.
"Nice try, but I've got my place decent. Didn't know if anyone would stop by afterward."
Amy looked up, all innocent. I laughed and got just the barest hint of a smile in return. She followed me into my place, pretending to stay close as she got to check out my drawers and cabinets. I grabbed a set of morning clothes and a few toiletries. When I went to the nightstand to get a bottle of massage oil, she briefly raised her eyebrows, but never said a word.
"I think I've got everything," I said as I moved to the door.
Amy took my hand again. "Sure?"
"I've got you, and that's the main thing," I replied.
"You say such the prettiest things," she said as she batted her eyes. "Let's go."
We walked over to her place and she let us in. Locking the door behind her, she leaned back against it, as if to say _I've got you all to myself now_.
"Why don't you put your things in the other bedroom," she directed. "Then we can talk about what you have in mind."
"Got you wondering?"
"Bedroom's around the corner, or don't you remember?"
I laughed and moved on. I heard Amy's sink running, so I took the opportunity to brush my teeth as well. When I walked out, she caught me in her arms. In the split second before we hugged close, I thought I caught a little more definition in her nipples.
"Yes—wondering," she said simply, looking up at me.
"OK. Well, we can definitely kiss and hold each other. That felt really good before. But the fact that we can't touch _each other_ in certain places doesn't mean we can't have an orgasm at some point, does it?"
I watched her take that in. Her eyes got wide. "You _are_ a wicked little boy, aren't you?" she whispered.
"Definitely. You'll have to admit that we will know each other a lot better afterward."
"I'll say. I haven't played with myself for very many people."
_I wonder how many—Amy's definitely my type,_ I thought to myself. "After we kiss for a while, I was figuring we could move to your bed and I would give you a massage. When the time's right, you can touch yourself."
"While you get to watch everything."
"Yes. It's going to be totally hot," I replied.
"You think?" Amy shot back. "I get this. You're helping me share my secrets. Pretty clever."
I nodded. "Anything to help a friend."
"Right," Amy drawled. "Thanks for being so considerate."
"You are _so_ welcome," I answered. "I may not last long when you return the favor."
"So I get to watch, too?"
"Amy, we will do everything together. Part of building trust is that you will be getting to know my body as well."
"All of it?"
"All of it."
"I can live with that. In fact, I like it a lot. OK, I'll go along with your little plan." Her eyes flashed. "You're a lucky guy, Eric. Just remember that."
I pulled her close. "I won't forget." I caught her lips again.
We stood close and shared the gift of kissing. When we took a breath, she took my hand and led me to the sofa, kicking her sandals off and pulling me down beside her. Her hands wandered along my legs and chest, so I moved mine a little further. I teased her for a long time before I finally cupped a breast. She was nearly pushing her chest into my hands.
"Ohhhhhhhh. Finally. You _are_ a tease," she whispered.
I chuckled against her lips as I gently played with her chest. I liked what I felt under her shirt—I guessed a nice, full B-cup. Exactly what would fit the rest of her athletic build. Her nipples stood out and brushed against my hands as her breath got hot.
"Let's try that massage," she said, a little impatient.
"Perfect," I answered.
Amy got up and took my hand again. She led me into the other bedroom, grabbed the massage oil, and then led me into her room. She went to one side of the bed, and I helped her turn it down from the other side.
"A towel to lie on might help," I suggested.
"Good idea." Amy disappeared into her bathroom and came out with a bath towel. We arranged it on the bed, and then she moved to the end.
"Come here," she whispered, crooking a finger at me. We joined for another smoldering kiss, our hands wandering up and down each other's backs. As she heated up again, Amy moved her fingers to my front and started unbuttoning my shirt. She slid it off me and then raised her arms, inviting me to pull her top off. I slid it gently over her head, and then caught my breath.
"Wow, you are beautiful," I sighed. Her breasts stood firm, crowned with hard nipples just begging to be sucked.
Amy smiled. "Just wait for when I can _really_ get you to myself. You are _so_ lost, little boy."
I smiled back. "I can't wait."
"Now, are you just going to stand there with your tongue hanging out, or are you going to get my skirt off too?"
"As you wish, madam." I found her zipper and carefully worked it down, sliding her skirt down her legs and off. Standing back up, I took in her figure, wearing only a sheer pair of pink panties.
"Your turn," she said, undoing my belt and sliding the zipper carefully around my straining cock. "A little excited, huh?"
"You could say that," I replied to a gentle chuckle from Amy. She got my shorts off, stood, and looked me up and down. She slowly closed the distance between us.
"You look as good as I imagined," she whispered, sliding into my arms. "And I've been imagining this for a long time."
I groaned as she pressed her nipples into my chest. We molded our bodies together as we kissed, my tented boxers pressed deeply into her junction.
Amy reluctantly pulled back, sucking my lip before separating. "I could do that all night, but let's get on the bed."
I led her over to the bed, holding her hand as she arranged herself on the towel. She twisted slightly and pulled my hand to the hem of her panties. I slid my fingers under the material and slowly worked them down, assisted by Amy rocking side to side. I got them off her feet and then moved forward again.
"You are spectacular, Amy," I said, and she was. Her hips flared out into a curved, tight ass that begged to be played with. Amy looked good in a bikini, and it was easy to see why.
I felt her hand find my leg and travel up, lightly pulling on the waist band of my boxers. She was a gifted tease, and I got the message, sliding to the side to release my jutting erection. Dropping my boxers over the side, I leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the massage oil. I started with a light coating on my hands. Remembering massage sessions of my own, I lightly touched between her shoulder blades to center her, and then slid my full hands onto her back.
The touch was electric, with what felt like sparks flying between our skin. Amy sighed deeply as I lightly worked around her shoulders. I slowly increased the pressure, feeling her muscles relax under my fingers.
"You have magic hands," she murmured, settling fully into the bed.
"Enjoy," I answered. My hands worked slowly down, ranging over Amy's lower back. I kneaded deeper into her muscles, slowly unwinding them.
"Ummmm, that feels good," Amy sighed.
I continued, then moved my hands to her calves one at a time—not breaking the connection. I took one hand and added some more oil. Her firm muscles rippled under my touch, while a continuous stream of sighs told me that she was loving this. I kept my hands from wandering too high, however, to build the tension.
My cocked lurched when I thought I saw a slight grinding motion in Amy's hips. I wasn't sure since I was kneading her legs, but her motions became more obvious with time. Then the scent of her arousal hit me. It wouldn't be long before Amy had to reach down. My hands continued on her calves—I was going to make her take the next step.
Amy drew in a long breath and then sighed deeply. Her right hand pulled away from her head and slowly wandered down. When it reached her waist, she twisted slightly and I helped her pull a leg forward to give her room. As her hand reached underneath, my hands slid up onto her ass.
"Ohhhhhh, God," she whispered. Her ass pushed up into my hands.
I kept the pressure light, drawing out the tension. Frustrated, Amy arched her back, shoving her ass upwards. I looked down and was rewarded with the sight of her swollen pussy coming into view, her greedy fingers sliding between her lips and shining with arousal. My cock hardened to almost painful levels—this was fucking volcanic.
Now that she had confessed her need, I allowed my fingers to knead deeply into the muscles of her ass. Amy continued to push into my hands. She had to know the show she was giving me, but it was clear she didn't care anymore. Her fingers worked more quickly between her pussy lips, and a continuous stream of sighs and moans issued from her throat.
On a hunch, I slid back a bit and lifted a knee to give her legs more freedom. Immediately, she drew her legs apart, and I moved between them.
"Uhhhh, fuck," she whispered while her ass hiked even further into my hands. Amy never cussed—she had to be really turned on. I ground deep into her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh while the pucker of her anus came into view. Looking lower, I saw the deep red of her inner lips slide around her fingers, and the knob of her clitoris mashing between her fingertips.
_This girl is totally lost,_ I thought to myself, the erotic energy coursing through me. I teased around her anus, but never went deeper, even as she bucked and twisted beneath me, trying to draw my fingers inward.
Her fingers pressed deeper and deeper into herself, and I studied her pattern, learning the secrets of her pleasure. My eye caught a movement, and I looked up to see her other hand drop to her chest. She twisted slightly and seized her nipple, pulling her entire breast with it. I couldn't believe how long and hard the nipple extended out as she rolled it savagely between her fingertips. I nearly blew at the sight.
"Uh...uh....uh," Amy grunted with each thrust. The muscles of her ass grew more and more tense under my hands. Her back heaved and arched.
"I'm gonna cum!" she gasped. She hiked her hips off the bed, rigid with effort. Her anus and pussy faced right at me, hungry for orgasm. Her fingers dug deep into her inner lips, strumming her clit furiously.
"Oh, ah, oh, AHHHHHH!" she wailed as she went over the edge. Her anus pulsed with the contractions, and my cock throbbed with her. Her fingers pressed deep, slowly moving around her clit to milk all the pleasure it could give her. Amy certainly knew how to make her body respond, and I drank in every detail.
My hands continued to caress her ass as she sighed and whimpered her way back to earth. She lowered her hips, but kept up the slow massage of her clit and nipple.
"That...was incredible," Amy finally said. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," I replied. "It was intense for me, too."
"Enjoy the view?" she said, her body lightly shaking with laughter.
"Yeah, you could say that. My cock's about to explode."
"Poor baby. Should I help make the pain go away?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
Amy stretched languorously beneath me. Then she raised up, a smile playing about her lips as she glanced at my jutting cock. Kissing me, she pointed at the bed. "Down," she mouthed.
I laughed and stretched out beneath her, pulling a leg forward to give my straining erection some room.
"Nice view," Amy remarked as she spread oil on her hands.
She touched between my shoulder blades to center me, then she trailed her fingertips down either side of my back. I groaned involuntarily as the fire flowed from her fingers into my skin. _She's got magic hands_ , I thought to myself.
With mercy for my raging cock, Amy skipped the back rub and trailed her fingers down to my legs, squeezing my muscles between her fingers. The mutual relaxation and arousal seeped into my skin. She ranged close to my ass, but waited for me to make the first move.
I made it. Pulling my leg forward a little more, I felt Amy moved in between them to give me room. I reached down and closed my fingers around my cock. I heard Amy's breath catch, and a shiver raced down my spine to know this turned her on.
Inspired, I reached back to Amy and cupped my hand. A flow of oil into my palm told me that she got the message. I reached forward again and spread the oil around my cock, relishing the smoothness and warmth. At the same time, her hands ranged up to my ass, kneading and tracing over my skin. A tingling sensation spread through my limbs as I realized how deeply Amy was connected to me.
I started pushing back into Amy's hands, and I felt her position herself further back between my legs. She wanted the view—I just knew it. So I hiked up my hips and gave it to her. Her hands squeezed deeper, telling me she appreciated it.
The tension jolted up a notch as I shared so deeply with Amy. My hand smoothly pumped my cock—orgasm was rushing to take me. I held off as long as I could, lightening the pressure to walk the knife-edge of pleasure. Amy's fingers continued their intense connection.
Finally, I could hold the flood back no more, and I squeezed down. Cum surged up from my balls in bursts of fire as I howled out my release. I shot rope after rope into the towel below me and rode it out.
Finally, I came back to earth. I pulled a corner of the towel over the mess below me and eased myself down to rest. Amy's hands left my ass, then moved to either side of me. I felt her weight shift, and then a very wet pussy touched the back of my leg. The pressure increased as she settled astride it.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah" she breathed.
My cock stirred. _Was this girl going to hump my leg_?
I got my answer as she started grinding her hips. She held her upper body off me, putting all the pressure between her legs. She squirmed back and forth, her juices soaking my skin. Her breathing changed to grunts as she worked herself hard. I just lay there, blown away by Amy's raw sexuality.
"This is sooo good," she gasped, grinding faster.
"You are incredibly hot, Amy. Go for it," I replied back.
"Uh, huh."
In a little bit, Amy went into overdrive, mashing her abused pussy on my leg. I felt the tremors start through her body as she whimpered and moaned above me. Then she screamed out her release and rode me through a marathon orgasm, her pussy flooding my leg with her essence. When her twitches subsided, she eased herself down onto my back and sighed contentedly.
"Oh, God, that was good," she breathed.
I chuckled. "It sure felt like it down here."
I felt her laugh. "I needed that after watching you. I had some serious pent- up desires."
"Keep 'em going. How did I get so lucky to meet a tigress like you?"
"This tigress has been hunting her prey for a while, and it brings out the animal in her."
"We're going to be great together; you know that Amy?"
In answer, I got a long kiss on my back.
When we cooled off, we moved the towel out of the way, and Amy turned to spoon together. I put my arm around her, and she sighed and snuggled back against me.
"Thank you for a great day, Eric. I liked your little plan."
"It's been the best day ever. Amy, you really surprised me."
She chuckled. "I think I surprised myself."
I drifted off thinking that everything was right with the world. I had this beautiful woman in my arms, but she was something more. I couldn't wait to find out.
I awoke to find her eyes looking into mine.
"Morning, sleepyhead," she said.
"Morning, beautiful," I said as I leaned forward to kiss her.
Her face lit up as I pulled back. "Still happy with the tigress memories from last night?" she asked.
"Are you kidding? If I'd had any idea, I would have dragged you into my bed a long time ago."
"I guess you liked it," she said softly. "I wanted to make sure that I wasn't too forward."
I looked into her eyes. "Amy, if you're worried that I'll feel threatened or something, put it to rest. That was the hottest thing I've ever experienced. I've always dreamed of a woman who's completely on fire, and last night, that dream became reality."
"Thank you," she breathed. "Thank you for the freedom to let go." Then she kissed me, and we both held onto it. It heated up, both of us sucking each other's lips. My cock hardened into her leg.
"Oh, God, I can't wait until I can get all of you," she moaned.
I answered by sliding my hands around until I cupped a breast. Amy sighed, then let out a shaky breath as my fingers closed over her hardening nipple. She kissed me fiercely, like she couldn't get enough. We intertwined together, heating up to boiling.
"If I roll over, do you think you can find a place to rub that lovely cock of yours?" Amy spoke onto my lips.
"Yeah, I think I can do that," I breathed back.
"Good." Amy pulled away and then rolled face down on the bed. I watched her hand slide under her hips, and then she turned her flushed face to me.
"I want to feel your skin on mine," she whispered.
I raised up and looked at the sight below me. Amy's ass undulated to the tune of her fingers seeking her folds. I slid my cock between her firm cheeks and settled down over her.
"Oh, yeah," I said. "You feel fantastic."
"You have no idea," she answered. Her hips moved into a sexy grind that sent shivers down my cock. We pushed together, and—a veteran now—I watched Amy start her journey to another orgasm.
After a few minutes, her breath became ragged, and her hips plunged into her waiting fingers. Her ass squeezed and milked my cock, and my excitement ranged right behind hers.
When she came, I felt the shudders race through her body. Fueled by hers, my orgasm raced toward me. I buried my cock deep between her cheeks and twitched over her, shooting into her back. When the aftershocks subsided, I gently eased down and kissed along her neck.
"Ummmm, what a way to wake up," Amy said. "Want to get a shower and then have a little breakfast before I let you go?"
"Sounds perfect," I answered.
Amy got the water warm, climbed under the spray, and beckoned me inside. "I'll try to behave myself," she said.
"Yeah, I don't want to have to give you a spanking," I answered back.
"Haven't had enough of my ass yet?" she teased.
"Haven't even started," I answered.
Amy laughed. "You know, I kind of outsmarted myself yesterday. I wanted to tease and get you worked up about my friend, but then I realized that I had done too good a job. I really wanted you for myself, so I had to act fast."
"I'm glad you did. It's hard to believe that we were just 'good friends' a few hours ago. Amazing how a few words change everything."
Amy looked up at me. "They do, don't they?" She lifted up to kiss me softly, then pushed me away. "Let's get this shower over before I attack you again."
I laughed and grabbed the soap to start on her back. She kept up a stream of playful comments as I went to work on her, mixing compliments like "You have the magic hands" with warnings like "Careful where those fingers are going."
I got her finished, and then she went to work on me. With more playing and splashing, we finally got done.
"When you get your hands on this body, you gotta pay," Amy said in the kitchen. "You get to clean this fruit for breakfast, while I get some eggs going."
We kept up a lively conversation while we ate. Amy and I had been friends for a while, and we both really enjoyed each other's company. We finished, and I helped her clean up.
"Weren't we doing this same thing yesterday?" I said as I worked with her in the kitchen.
"Maybe it _looked_ the same, but it sure didn't _feel_ the same," Amy answered.
"Yeah, I didn't know I was going to get that sweet ass of yours," I drawled, jumping out of the way for Amy's snapping towel.
"Very funny," she said. "But you're going to pay for it."
"Oh, I'm sure I will, but it will be _sooo_ worth it," I teased.
"Well, your first payment is Friday," she said, all business-like. "You're due here at 5pm, and you better be ready to put out all night. Just show up, and I'll take care of the rest."
"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, my cock stirring again.
"OK, well I guess I can let you go for now."
"Don't we have an exercise date later today?" I asked, remembering our walk the day before.
Amy got a big smile. "We do, don't we? Thanks for remembering. What would you like to do?"
"How about bicycling? We could leave from here around 2 if that works for you."
"Perfect."
I reached out my arms to her. She glided into my embrace. "Amy, that was a fantastic evening," I whispered into her ear.
"Thank you for sharing it with me," she whispered back. She reached up and kissed me again. "Now go, before I jump you again."
I laughed. "My reputation would suffer if people knew I was walking out on a girl who wanted to jump my bones."
"Especially if they knew it was me," she added.
"See you at 2. Bye." I reluctantly walked out of her door.
I got a few things done and met Amy for the ride. She looked good in her outfit and kept up a good pace. We finished, and I dropped her off at her door and settled in for the evening.
"Hello?" she answered to my call that evening.
"What's that thing about how long it takes a boy to call after the first date? I wanted to let you know that I'm interested."
"Nice," she answered. "You keep this up, and you may just get lucky."
"That's the plan," I answered. "Now, how about a nice, chaste date on Tuesday or Wednesday? Could I take you to dinner?"
"That would be lovely," she replied. "Let's do Wednesday."
I called Amy a couple of more times leading up to Wednesday. We chatted and laughed like we always did, and I looked forward to seeing her again. Finally, Wednesday evening arrived.
"So you said this was a 'chaste' date, huh?" Amy asked as we were walking out.
"Yeah. I'm wondering why I did."
"I like it—just getting to spend some time with you." Amy squeezed my hand. "Also, it builds the tension for Friday. I can't wait to get my hands on you."
"I'm starting to worry."
"Oh, I'll pull you through—never fear! I've got a lot of tricks up my sleeve."
"So I just have to lie there?" I deadpanned.
"No, silly boy. You just have to follow my lead."
"Oh, I get it. If I do as you say, we'll both be happier."
Amy rolled her eyes. "Well of course, silly. I figured you'd know that by now."
"I'm a real slow learner on that type of thing."
"That's what I was afraid of. I'll just have to keep working on you, now won't I?"
"You do that." We both laughed.
We shared a great meal of food and conversation. Amy sparkled throughout—it was like she could feel my attraction, and that gave her the confidence to be even more herself.
"I had a wonderful time tonight," she said as we got back to her door.
"I did too. You're a lot of fun to be around, Amy."
"Even outside the bedroom?"
"Even then. Although the bedroom certainly doesn't hurt," I added.
"That's where I'm at my best, that's for sure," Amy laughed. She leaned in and kissed me suddenly, then opened her door and stepped inside. "Friday," she whispered and closed the door behind her. I smiled to myself—Amy liked her mystery, and I had to admit that she was drawing me in.
The week dragged on, but Friday finally arrived. The clinic called with the results, and I realized that Amy and I were going to get a lot more intimate in the weeks ahead.
I picked up some flowers and knocked on her door promptly at five. It immediately opened, and I took in Amy standing in a robe.
"How lovely," she exclaimed, taking them and inhaling deeply. "Let's get these in a vase, shall we?"
I followed her in after she locked the door. She found a vase and arranged the flowers within it, setting it on the table. "This will look great for dinner tonight," she said. "Thank you. It's very thoughtful."
Then she turned to me, her expression hungry. The robe slipped off her shoulders and pooled on the floor.
"You've played your cards right, Eric. This," she said, spreading her arms to offer her naked body, "is all yours. And you," she added, drawing closer, "are all mine."
I took her in my arms for a deep kiss. My hands roamed the smooth skin of her back. Her breath blew hot in my mouth.
"Don't tease me tonight," she whispered. "I've been waiting all week. Take me."
In answer, I crushed her to my chest. She whimpered in my mouth, and then she moaned when my hands squeezed her ass, kneading the firm flesh. I then spun her around and pulled her back to me, cupping her breasts while my lips sought hers again.
"Ohhhh, yes," she encouraged.
My fingers found her nipples, already erect and wanting. I pulled and rolled the hard points, feeling Amy arch her chest into my hands. Her ass pushed into my hips, searching for my hard cock.
"I need your skin next to mine," Amy breathed. She pulled away and reached for my shirt, pulling it over my head. She kneeled to pull my shoes and socks off, then undid my belt and dropped my pants. My boxers jutted with the force of my erection, and Amy eased the waistband over my length. I sighed as I sprang free, and my boxers joined the rest of my clothes.
Amy took my cock into her hands and gave the head a deep kiss. "Coming attraction," she murmured, before rising to kiss me again. "Now, where were we? Oh, yes." She turned around and pulled my hands over her firm breasts, lining up her ass to nestle my cock in the crack.
"This feels so right, to hold you like this," I whispered in her ear.
"You belong here—holding me," she breathed.
I worked her breasts over, twisting her nipples harder as she heated up and moaned in my ear. Her ass danced around my cock, grinding exquisite pleasure into the base. I let a hand wander down, hearing her assent in her breathing.
"Oh, God," she whimpered when my hand found the soft mound above her pussy.
"Let's get to the bed," I commanded.
"Ummmm, hmmmm," she replied, taking my hand and leading me back. I found her bed turned down, with several candles burning. I kissed her and guided her back onto the bed, then opened her legs and nestled in between them. Her pussy opened to my gaze, hot with arousal. I lowered my lips and kissed around it, then zeroed in, heeding Amy's wish not to tease.
"Oh!" she exclaimed when I made contact. I started lower, but Amy pushed her hips down, driving her hooded clit under my tongue. Taking the hint, I focused on the hood, hearing Amy thrash and moan around me. As I felt her clit emerge, I pulled the hood back and lashed the tiny pearl back and forth.
"Yes!" Amy yelled. "Don't stop!"
Amy arched her back, and I looked up to see her breasts tighten and heave into the air. I flattened my tongue and let her ram against it as she pushed herself to orgasm.
Amy grabbed my shoulders and wailed as the spasms overtook her. Her pussy pulsed against my tongue, and I let her ride a long orgasm out. Finally, she relaxed into the bed, and threw her arm over her eyes.
"Oh. My. God. That was incredible."
"Glad you liked it."
"Liked it? I loved it," she replied. "And there's something else I'll love. Lie down. I want you inside me."
I stretched out on the bed and looked up to see Amy position herself over me, chewing her lip in concentration. She placed my cock at her entrance and looked into my eyes as she slowly sank down. I gasped as I felt the tight, liquid heat of her tunnel. She smiled at my reaction, continuing her descent until she bottomed out with a look of satisfaction.
"You feel amazing," I told her.
"You have no idea," she responded, leaning down to kiss me. Our tongues intertwined, letting each other know our appreciation. Amy then raised up, placing her hands on my chest and starting a slow rocking motion. I let my hands travel up her arms and move to her chest. Amy hummed her approval as I cupped her breasts, feeling their firm weight while she leaned into my hands.
I looked up into Amy's eyes, seeing trust, happiness, and something deeper radiate back at me. I couldn't help but respond, not knowing exactly what I communicated, but seeing it was something good from the little smile that played at the corners of her mouth.
Amy rocked a little faster, and then I felt one of her hands slide down between us to play at her clit. My cock jolted to know that—once again—Amy was unafraid to get what she wanted in bed. I winked at her, and she smiled wider.
I tried to fix this moment in my mind and appreciate everything that was happening. I had a beautiful woman astride my hips, who was clearly happy to be there. Her pussy slid around my cock, driving a stream of fiery pleasure that flowed throughout my body. I could see the pleasure flow through her body as well, and I could feel the tension in her nipples as they moved under my fingers.
I relaxed as much as I could to allow Amy catch up to me. However, her smile turned wicked as she picked up the pace on my cock, arching her back to grind deeply into me. I felt the signs of a one-way trip to orgasm, so I gave into the sensations. Amy's look changed to satisfaction as she saw that I was lost.
My skin tingled, my muscles tensed, and I clamped down to prolong the climb. Finally, the pressure was too much, and I crunched up, squeezing my eyes tight as my cock throbbed in sweet agony. Amy slammed down, adding even more pressure to the base of my rod.
"Oh, God," I moaned, and then I grunted with each blast of cum into Amy's clutching pussy. I forgot everything as I emptied into her.
After a long while, I opened my eyes. Amy's eyes positively danced back at me—she was immensely pleased with herself. She was also really turned on, and I felt her hips start up again and her fingers busy themselves on her clit. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, and she gasped in pleasure.
"Yessss," she breathed as I increased the pressure. I took the hint, pulling and twisting the hard nubs in time to Amy's motions above me. This time, I got to watch her climb to orgasm. Amy's eyes lost focus, and her fingers sped to a blur on her clit. A blush spread down her chest, and her muscles tensed. She hunkered down, held her breath, and then exploded.
"Ahhhhhh!" she wailed, and she jerked and quivered through a powerful orgasm. Her face contorted in concentration as she tried to deal with the forces whirling within her. I watched—fascinated. _This girl responds to sex like no one I've ever known._
Amy slowly regained control of herself.
"Whew," she said when she opened her eyes. "That was really good."
"I think you could tell how good it was for me," I remarked back to her.
She smiled. "I kind of picked up on that. Glad I could do that to you."
"You're amazing, Amy." I pulled her down, and we expressed our thanks to each other with our lips and tongues. I loved feeling Amy so close, and it was hard to let go. We kissed, and smiled, and laughed, and kissed some more.
"Ready, Eric?" Amy finally said, looking down at me.
"I can't stay here forever?"
Amy laughed and slowly lifted herself off of me. I twitched as my sensitive cock pulled free of her pussy, then she stretched her legs and we collapsed together.
"I was thinking that we could take a quick shower, and then regain our strength with dinner and some conversation. I'm not quite through with you yet," Amy said to me.
"Sounds wonderful—every bit of it," I replied. "This date is going great so far."
"Yeah, getting laid first is perfect for you men. I'm surprised you're staying for the rest of it."
"Well, you did say I'm getting laid again, so I figure I can act interested in whatever you're talking about for a while at least."
"You better do a good job acting interested, buster."
"Watch me." We both laughed.
Amy led me to the bathroom, and we laughed and teased our way through a shower. We got some clothes on, and moved on to the kitchen.
"Something smells great," I said.
"I guess you didn't notice before."
"Not with a gorgeous, naked woman in front of me. No, I can't say I did."
"Glad I can get your full attention, at least once in a while," she drawled. "Now, would you see to the wine?"
Amy and I spent a lively evening around her table, laughing and discussing all manner of things. I had always enjoyed her company, but something added a spice this evening. We were more than friends, now. At some point, we got up to clear the table and put things away. We moved to her couch to finish the wine.
"What?" Amy asked when she saw me looking at her. Our conversation had paused.
"I'm having a great time, Amy. You're a lot of fun to be around."
"I bet you say that to all the girls."
"Well, I do. But this time I mean it."
Amy grinned, then looked back at me. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"I'm thinking that we're too far from your bed."
"Exactly," she said, getting up and taking my hand. "Come here," she said, pulling me back into the bedroom. "Why don't we get ready for bed? I have a feeling that we'll be falling asleep after we wear each other out this time."
"Great idea."
I got ready and then waited beside her bed, pulling her into my arms. We remained standing, letting our hands roam as we got each other excited.
Amy pulled back for a moment and looked up at me. "Would you like to try a little sixty-nine, and then maybe finish by pushing into me from behind?"
"Uh, I'd love to," I croaked, my cock pushing into her leg.
Amy chuckled and pulled me down to the bed. She winked at me as she put a pillow under my head, licking her lips. I watched her athletic body drape across mine, and then I sighed when I felt her soft lips encircle the tip of my cock. I got busy and started kissing around her pussy, already tasting the musk of her arousal.
Amy's skill in giving head matched everything else about her in the bedroom. I could tell that she enjoyed it, and she picked up on every cue that my body gave her. While keeping the pleasure flowing, she worked her magic, teasing and building the tension. I did the same back to her, not letting anything go for too long.
"You're a wicked man," she said, pulling back. "I'll need you inside me to get any relief."
"That's the plan," I said, chuckling.
Amy hopped up and kneeled down on the bed. "Come and get it."
I jumped up and lined myself up behind her. We both groaned when my cock found her entrance, and we pushed deeply into each other.
We pulled back and pushed again.
"Harder!" Amy commanded, looking back at me. I put my hands on her hips and starting pulling her into me, getting a grunt of approval. Her hand snaked back between her legs, and she dropped her head down again to focus on the sensations surging through her body.
Having drained myself a few hours earlier, I was able to avoid blowing it as I looked down at the incredible woman pushing back into me. Amy stretched before me, her tight back sinuously leading to flaring hips and a perfect ass. I felt its firm contours with each stroke, and the contact rippled outward from my groin, adding to the pleasure radiating from my cock.
"Oh, yeah!" Amy encouraged as we found a rhythm and bounced against each other.
"Amy, you feel incredible!" I answered, then lost myself in the boundless pleasure of Amy's pussy.
Amy whipped her hair over her back, and I saw that her face was flushed with arousal. Her fingertips tickled my balls as she worked her clit hard. Amy moaned with every thrust, and her passion pulled mine along with it.
From deep within, I felt the spark of orgasm flare into a flame. At the same time, I felt Amy's greedy fingers speed into a frenzy. Her moans increased in pitch.
"I'm close, Eric. _Harder_!" Amy rammed into me, and I slammed back in response, determined to give this girl what she wanted.
Several crashes later, Amy dug her fingers deep into herself and held them, just pounding back into me.
"I'm coming!" she wailed, and convulsed around my cock. I watched the sinews of her shoulders stand out while a deep flush encircled her neck. My excitement soared to watch her cry and thrash through her orgasm.
Suddenly, I was hurled over the edge, hanging in space while an icy incandescence shot out through my limbs.
"Ahhhh!" I wailed as my orgasm rushed up to claim me. I fell into sweet relief, blasting my release into Amy's clutching pussy while my body twitched behind her. She pushed back hard into me and held there, amping up the pleasure flowing from my cock.
We stayed joined together for a long time, occasionally rocking through a spike in the afterglow. I let my hands drift over Amy's legs, back, and ass, feeling the smooth skin as she purred beneath me.
Finally, she spoke. "Wow. That was fantastic."
"It was the same for me, Amy. You're amazing."
"Thank you, Eric. I really needed that."
"I was more than happy to help. Let me know _anytime_."
"Always ready to help a girl out?"
I laughed. "Yeah, you've got me there."
"Good. I have a lot of needs. You'll be busy. Now, you ready for me to let go of you?"
"Not really, but it will have to happened sometime."
"Poor baby. Here goes."
I whimpered as my cock slipped free, hearing a chuckle in return. We both stretched out on our backs, sighing in relaxation. I rolled to my side and leaned over Amy.
"That was a fantastic evening, Amy. I'm glad I stayed for everything."
"So the dinner and conversation were a small price to pay for the great sex?"
"No, they were a _high_ price, but the sex was worth it."
Amy rolled her eyes. "Whatever, lover-boy."
I leaned in to kiss her, pulling back and changing tone. "The truth is, I would count myself lucky just to have dinner with you, Amy."
Her eyes softened. "Thanks, Eric." She kissed me again, slow and tender. "I'll dream well tonight."
"Me, too. Good night."
Amy turned, and I spooned behind her, drifting off with thoughts of how lucky I really was.
Morning came, and I awoke to fine Amy's sparkling eyes looking into mine.
"Morning, lover-boy. I hope you didn't think you were done for the night."
"With horny, needy women, I'm never done," I answered, drawing her in for a kiss.
I decided to focus on her pleasure this morning, heating her up and then tongue-lashing her pussy until she cried out in orgasm. Amy then pulled me up on top of her, and she locked her ankles over me as we gently rocked together, our tongues deeply twined. I came forcefully, moaning into Amy's mouth. We kissed our way back to earth.
"What a way to wake up," I offered.
"Pretty good, Eric. My compliments. You have a magic tongue."
"Comes in handy sometimes."
"Keeping needy ladies satisfied?"
"Exactly."
"Well, it worked. By the way, I'm impressed." Amy's hand snaked around to my ass. "You spent an entire night with me and never went for my ass. Just like you said in your little speech on the subject."
"You had any doubt?" I laughed. "Besides, I know I'm going to get there anyway. What's the rush?"
"Pretty confident in yourself, aren't you?"
" _That's_ why I worked so hard to have a magic tongue," I replied. "Got to keep you satisfied so I can get what I want."
"And what, pray tell, is that?"
"Not so fast. I don't spill all my secrets so easily."
"Ooooh, I so love a challenge," Amy whipped back. "We'll see how long you last."
I just winked in reply.
Amy and I got cleaned up and made breakfast together. We took a hike, with plans to meet up again for dinner. After a great dinner, we were walking up from the car. Amy put her hand in mine.
"Would you like to spend the night again?"
"Love to," I replied.
"I think you'll enjoy what I've got planned," she said, winking. I figured I would. I was starting to appreciate Amy's bedroom manner. Sometimes she wanted to lead, sometimes she wanted to be led, and often she would respond to whatever waves were coming from me.
Amy let me into her place and escorted me to her guest bathroom. "You'll find a toothbrush and a few other things there," she said.
"A little advance planning?" I teased.
"Never hurts," she said lightly. "Oh, and dress for this evening is _very_ casual. I'll meet you beside the bed?"
"Sounds perfect," I replied.
I got ready, hung my clothes in her guest closet, and moved to her bedroom. I wondered what she had in mind. My cock figured it was something good, because it jutted out, ready for action.
I sucked in my breath as Amy's body came into view. Her eyes smoldered up at me through lowered brows. Her nipples jutted out on her firm breasts. Her legs gracefully brought her over to me.
"Glad to see you're excited for me," she said, lightly encircling my cock in her hand.
"How could I not be?" I replied, drawing her in for a kiss.
We kissed long and hard, our breath heating up. Amy pulled me down on the bed and threw me a pillow, laughing as she straddled me. I used the pillow to prop up my head so I could reach Amy's pussy, already wet with desire. I felt her lips kiss my cock as I took the first pass with my tongue. After a bit, I let my hands roam and caress her ass.
"Uh, huh!" Amy encouraged. She reached under my legs and did the same, as if to say _I'll do it if you will_.
I grew a little more bold, eventually cupping my fingers over her valley, but not inside. Amy's sighs encouraged me, and she twisted under my hand, trying to get my fingers deeper. Amy had lifted my knees to get better access, and her fingers continued to mimic mine.
Finally, I let a finger briefly drag across her rosebud. Amy jolted in excitement, moaning around my cock and shoving her ass into my hands. She was definitely OK with this. A second later, I felt her finger touch me in the same place. I roamed some more, then let another finger drag, getting another moan. This went on for a while, with Amy getting more and more worked up. She popped off my cock to breathe, and then just used a hand to hold on. I gave her mercy and slid my fingers directly over her ass, caressing the rougher skin.
"Yessss," Amy hissed. I lapped at the moisture flowing from her pussy, as I felt her fingertips lodge at my back door. Amy shifted, and her clit mashed into my tongue. Her breath blew ragged on my cock while her body tensed and trembled.
"Oh, God, don't stop!" Amy exclaimed. I took her to the summit, and she jumped off with a wail of release. Her body shook all over me in a monster orgasm. I felt her ass pulse in time to the contractions racing through her pussy, each one accompanied by a groan of relief. I exulted in Amy's extended ride and kept my fingers possessively on her ass while she came back to earth.
"What happened?" she said in a shaky voice. "I came _really_ hard."
"Let's talk later. I want to be inside you _now_."
"Good idea," Amy laughed. She flipped around and sank down onto my pole. "This what you want?"
"Yeah," I moaned back.
Amy started grinding her hips over me, a smile on her face. "Come for me, baby."
I did just that, letting her ride me into a fantastic orgasm. Amy had primed me with her reaction to my fingers on her ass, and I came long and hard, letting Amy watch me writhe and moan under her. When I came back, I looked into her eyes.
"Turned on a bit, were you?" she asked, her eyes dancing.
"You could say that. I just had this hot chick come hard all over my face."
Amy blushed. "I'm almost embarrassed by how much that turned me on."
"Well, we're getting closer to 'soul-crashing' territory."
Amy laughed, her body setting little shocks along my cock. "I don't know if I can handle any more. Wow."
"I think there's a little bit of the taboo, and letting yourself go. But a lot of it is just that it feels really good."
Amy crouched down to kiss me. " _Really_ good. Thanks for that."
"Any time."
Amy rolled her eyes. "Duh. You'll be more than happy to get your hands on my ass any time?"
"Exactly. You have one grade A, premium ass."
"Anything else grade A?" Here eyes flashed a challenge.
"Everything, Amy. Everything."
"That's the right answer, Eric," she said softly. She leaned down to kiss me again.
We got out of bed to wash up and cuddle together for the night. The next morning, we laughed our way through a shower, ate a quick breakfast together, and then I went back to my place to get ready for work.
Tuesday evening, we were having dinner together.
"So, we're both invited to the big party Saturday," Amy observed.
"And you're wondering how we should introduce ourselves?"
"Something like that," she said, her casual words at odds with the blazing intensity of her eyes.
"Perhaps we should introduce ourselves as boyfriend and girlfriend," I suggested. "It would provide a cover for us being together so much. People will start to notice our package deal."
"That may make sense, Eric. Think you can play the part?"
"It will be a cameo appearance for me, Amy. No problem."
"You say such the prettiest things," she replied, coming around to sit in my lap. She stayed there a while, and then we shared her bed.
Saturday arrived, and I drove Amy over to the party. I took her hand as I helped her out of the door.
"Such the gentleman," Amy said, clearly pleased that I was publicly showing affection. I didn't release her hand as we strode to the door, and I kept a firm hold as we walked into the home. You could almost feel the reactions and recalculations as everyone took in our new relationship, telegraphed more forcefully than any statement. Amy positively beamed, and I was having a great time with such a striking creature beside me.
Jennifer gave us a long look, cocking an eye at each of us. "Well, well, well. I can't say I'm surprised. Eric's wild ways appealing to you, Amy?"
"He's a complete devil in the kitchen!" Amy gushed theatrically. "I'm learning so much!"
"I...see," Jennifer deadpanned. "Well, be sure to let me know the high points."
I even laughed at that one. Jennifer winked, and then her face got friendly.
"I think it's great. I like you both, so I'm happy. You apparently even find time to spend with your friends, so it's all good."
We got similar ribbing from everyone else. People were happy for us, and said things like "about time" or "glad you're admitting it." We stayed together for a while, and then circulated separately as the evening lengthened. After a while, I made my way back to Amy.
"Looking for a good time, baby?"
"Yeah. Can you help me find one?" she shot back, to laughs from her circle.
"I realize that legions of underperforming guys have made you jaded, but I can cure you from that," I answered back.
"Oooooh. I like the challenge in that," she said, sliding an arm around my waist. "I'm sooo jaded," she added, rolling her eyes to her friends. There were a lot of giggles.
"I'll just wait until I don't need words anymore," I said, to more giggles from the group.
"Ladies," Amy said, sighing. "I've got another guy to evaluate. I better get him started. Good night."
We left to a chorus of catcalls. "Go easy on him!" "Grade hard." "You've given so many F's. Cut him a break!" On our way out the door, I stopped and pulled Amy close, nailing her with a deep kiss in front of everyone. She put her hands around my neck and nailed me back. We left in a blaze of clapping and cheers.
"So you certainly weren't embarrassed to admit being my boyfriend," Amy observed as we walked to the car.
"Chicks dig the public affection thing. Small price to get under their skirts," I answered, looking straight ahead.
Amy snorted. "Riiiight. But, it's working."
I looked over and winked. Amy squeezed my hand.
We got to her place and Amy pulled me inside.
"You're doing all the right things, Eric," she said, molding her body to mine.
"I want this boyfriend/girlfriend thing to work," I answered, giving her a kiss.
Amy nearly attacked me at that point, getting me rock hard with the waves coming off her body. She pulled back and looked me in the eyes.
"I _really_ want it to work," she breathed.
We made intense, romantic love that night. Some sort of threshold had been crossed, and we both felt it. Our lips never left each other after she pulled me on top of her, and I felt her orgasm as my own. We slept tangled together, secure in our relationship.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," Amy said the next morning. "We're going running, and we want to get out before it gets too hot."
"Can't we just make love and count the workout that way?" I replied sleepily.
"No reason to make a choice, Eric," Amy said reasonably. "We can do both. You get to dream of my ass on the run."
"That run is sounding better and better. What are you waiting for?"
"Whatever, lover boy." Amy threw a pillow at me.
We got going and headed out the door. Amy did look good in her running outfit, and I made a point of "following" her whenever we needed to run single file. I heard a chuckle each time.
As we were cooling down at the end, Amy looked over.
"So, we definitely need a shower, and perhaps some breakfast. Anything else?"
"Yeah," I replied. "No doubt you need to recover after trying to keep up with me. How about a relaxing massage after breakfast?"
"Recover your ass," Amy shot back. "But the massage does sound nice. I'll take it."
"Good. Maybe it can be a little more intimate than last time."
"It better be," she replied, eyes dancing. "Now let's get that shower."
We cleaned up and Amy pulled together a great breakfast.
"Fantastic, Amy," I complimented. "Shall we clear the dishes and get the massage going?"
"No," Amy answered, getting up. "Let go straight to the fun part."
"I like your style," I laughed, taking her hand.
I got Amy settled on a towel, and spread the oil over her back.
"Yeah, Eric, that feels great," she murmured in a relaxed, easy voice. "Very nice after a workout."
"Keep relaxing, Amy."
She sank further into torpor as I worked over her back. I kept the pressure firm this time, interested in loosening her muscles from the run before bringing back the tension. Amy followed my lead, staying relaxed as I worked down her legs. I squeezed the vigorous muscles between my fingers, appreciating the effort she invested in her body.
Finally, I moved to her ass, but again kept the pressure firm—not wanting to excite her too quickly.
"Ummmm," she sighed, while I felt her muscles yielding to my hands. I kept this up for a while, then gradually reduced the pressure. She sighed at the change, lightly pushing her ass up into my hands.
As my touch lightened to a caress, Amy's body heated up, squirming and pushing beneath me. I felt her legs separate, and the first whiff of hot pussy reached my nostrils. I let the tension build until I could feel the frustration in her body. That's when I finally let a finger brush around her anus.
"Yessss," she hissed, hiking her ass up to invite me further. I responded, teasing around the sensitive spot until she was panting under me. Yielding, I brushed over her pucker.
"Oh, God," she moaned. I looked up so see her eyes tightly shut, blotting out everything else to concentrate on what my hands were doing to her.
My fingers spent more and more time over her most private place, until the point where they never left. Amy's body undulated to the sensations, accompanied by a steady stream of groans and sighs.
My other hand probed under her hip, and she immediately took the hint, rolling up just enough for me to slide under her. She let out a throaty moan as my fingers found her inflamed and slick pussy.
My cock lurched when she spread her legs and hiked her hips off the bed, balanced on her chest and knees. I was an ass man, after all, and Amy had her body in the most erotic position possible—completely surrendered to wring the maximum possible pleasure out of my hands.
After sawing through her pussy for a while, I slid my fingers up to squeeze and fondle her prominent clit. Amy went wild, pushing and panting her way to the brink of an explosive orgasm.
Finally, her body went rigid, quivering in my hands. I clamped down on her clit, and her orgasm exploded, rippling through her pussy and ass as she sobbed into the sheets. After a long set of aftershocks, I gently slid my hand away from her ravaged clit when she settled on the bed. However, I kept my other fingers possessively on her anus, and she occasionally squirmed into them. After a while, she let out a long sigh.
"Very nice, Eric," she murmured. "That was incredible, and it still feels safe and warm."
"Your body responds so well," I responded in admiration. "I could play with you all day."
"My body could get used to that!" she responded. "At least I know that you're enjoying this too."
"You have no idea, Amy," I responded, looking down at my hand caressing her killer ass. "This is the best."
Amy talked to me a little while longer, recounting how my hands had made her cum hard. She didn't seem embarrassed at all about my hand remaining on her ass. On the contrary, she continued to gently rock under my fingers, clearly enjoying the play.
"As good as this feels, I'd like to return the favor," Amy eventually said. "Why don't you lie down, Eric?"
"Gladly," I answered.
"Face up this time," she directed. "I have a plan."
"Uh-oh," I responded, getting a laugh as I stretched out beside her.
"I don't think you need to worry, Eric," Amy said as she settled beside me. "Aren't my plans always good?"
"Reminding me that I should just let you take charge?"
"Isn't it always better that way?" Amy said, leaning down to kiss me.
"It's hard to argue when I'm in bed with a beautiful woman," I said as she leaned away again.
"Especially when she's about to go down on you," she added. I groaned as her lips closed over my shaft.
Amy gave an outstanding blowjob, sucking and teasing my cock until I was writhing under her. Her hand caressed my balls, and then travelled between my thighs to encourage me to open up. I did, and Amy slid deeper, massaging my perineum.
"Yessss," I whispered to encourage her. After a while, her hand travelled deeper, ranging closer and closer to my back door.
"Ahhhhh," I groaned as Amy found it. She worked back and forth between my ass and prostate, driving me into a frenzy.
"I'm going to cum!" I said in a shaky voice, trying to warn Amy. She responded by sinking even further around me.
I took the hint and just dropped into the moment—Amy's fantastic lips sliding along my shaft along with her hands confidently probing along my ass. An icy heat prickled outward from my groin, and I held the floodgates back as long as possible, going rigid with the effort.
Amy sucked hard, building the pressure until it was unstoppable. I exploded into her mouth, wailing sounds torn from my throat as I quivered beneath her. My orgasm rolled on in a long, satisfying set of blasts, draining the pent-up energy born from feeling Amy's body cum beneath me.
Amy rode with me the entire time. Finally, I relaxed back into the bed, and she gently eased her lips off my cock and her fingers from around my ass.
"Oh, God, Amy, that was fantastic."
"Glad you liked it," she replied, kissing my chest and settling down beside me.
"You are amazing, you know that?"
Amy's face lit up. "Of course, but it's nice to hear from you," she said as she leaned into kiss me.
We finally separated later that evening, and I got a few chores done. Amy was definitely making it harder to keep up with the mundane parts of life—we just fit together so well that the time flew.
Next Friday, Amy met me at the door naked again. I sure liked this girl's style. We kissed and felt each other up just inside the door, and she pulled me into her bedroom. I noticed a bottle of lube on her nightstand, and my cock jolted at the invitation. As Amy got my clothes off, I turned her around and pulled her against me.
Amy groaned as my cock slid up between her cheeks, and she tilted her head back to fasten her lips on mine. My hands found her breasts, the nipples stiff and wanting. Amy's skin sizzled against mine.
"Damn, girl, you're on fire," I said as we caught our breath between kisses.
"Oh, yeah," Amy breathed, grinding her ass even harder into my rod.
We twined together for a long while, neither in a hurry to break our bond. Finally, Amy started slowly moving toward the bed, pulling me along with her. When she reached the side, she pulled away and arranged herself face-down on the bed, her arms pillowing her head. She reached out and grasped the lube, handing it back toward me.
"I think it's time to get a little more intimate," she stated in a throaty voice.
"One 'extended intimacy' coming up!" I said.
Amy's body shook with her laughter. "Why am I putting up with you again?" she wondered aloud.
"Because it feels _so_ good," I replied, kneading my hands into the cheeks of her ass.
"Oh, yeah, that's right," she sighed. "It does feel really good."
Amy was already hot and bothered, so I quickly circled around to her anus, getting plenty of encouragement.
I stroked around the puckered bud until Amy was squirming beneath me, her ass pushing into the air. I reached for the lube with my other hand.
"Thought you'd never get there," Amy murmured when she heard the snap of the lid.
"Everything in due time," I replied easily. "We'll take this at your pace, so focus on the pleasure." I took my hand from her ass, watching her pucker grind into the air, and then trailed a stream of lube over my index finger.
"Ohhhh," Amy groaned as my slick finger found her anus again. She pushed impatiently, but I demurred, not wanting to rush this. I circled around, pressing deeper. Amy shifted and pushed her forearms forward, bracing herself to drive into my hand with more force.
"Feeling good?" I asked her.
"Yes, Eric. I need more," she directed as her body writhed on the bed.
"OK, Lady," I answered. I pulled my finger away to drizzle a little more lube, then replaced it and gently pushed. Amy groaned in satisfaction. My finger eased into her pucker, and Amy twisted her ass back and forth, trying to get more inside herself. I watched my finger sink past the first knuckle, then I slowly dragged it back, just letting the tip remain inside her.
"Noooooooooo," Amy groaned in frustration, twisting her body even harder.
_Where did this girl come from?_ I thought to myself. I pushed my finger deeper this time, feeling the hot walls of Amy's rectum. I let my finger follow them, getting a moan of approval. Amy figured out my pattern and didn't complain as I pulled back out again.
With each stroke, my finger buried itself further into her depths. Finally, I bottomed out.
"Ohhhhhhh, that feels good," Amy gasped, driving herself back to flatten my other fingers over her cheeks. As I pulled back slightly, she rocked forward, then she met my next inward stroke with a strong push into my hand.
We got into a rhythm, and my cock hardened to a bar of steel to see Amy drive herself into my hand with such abandon. Her body twisted and bucked under me, and her ass clutched around my finger.
I reached under Amy with my other hand to find her clit.
"Oh, God, yes!" she exclaimed as my fingers found her folds. Her essence ran freely from the furnace of her pussy. I framed her prominent clit and started lashing it without mercy. Amy went wild, her body wringing every bit of pleasure it could.
When Amy started grunting with each thrust, I looked up to see her face pressed into the mattress. My finger continued to pump in and out of her ass, and I felt the tension build in her body. The grunts grew in pitch, and then she pushed back hard. I rammed my finger deep into her and felt her inner muscles begin to throb.
Amy wailed into the mattress as her ass and pussy exploded in my hands. I thrilled to her sphincter pulsing wildly around my finger, matched by contractions in her pussy. There is nothing more beautiful than a woman in orgasm, and I got to watch a great one as Amy's body twitched and shuddered through countless spasms.
When Amy started to come down, I slowly withdrew my fingers from her pussy and let her settle on the bed. Then I gently eased my finger out of her ass, getting a whimper as her sphincter closed behind it. Amy turned her head and looked at me.
"Wow," she said, "that was intense. Maybe soul-crashing," she added shyly.
"It looked pretty damn good from here," I said. "You were beautiful."
Amy blushed. "Beautiful, huh? I guess it makes sense, since you're an ass man."
"True enough. But I think I'm finding someone who's as fond of her ass as I am."
Amy blushed even deeper this time. "It's kind of embarrassing how much I liked that."
"You can always be yourself with me," I responded gently.
"Believe me, I wouldn't be this way with anyone else," she emphasized.
"That's why I'm a lucky guy."
"Better believe it," she shot back.
"Now, would it help to balance the score if you did the same to me?"
Amy smiled. "Yeah. That just might."
"I'll be right back." I got up and washed my hands in the sink, then grabbed a towel and walked back into the bedroom. Amy was her old self, sitting on the bed with the lube in her hand and an expectant look on her face.
She guided me down, and proceeded to work my ass over with masterly strokes. When it was time, she mimicked my motions to ease her finger deeply into my ass, and then I twisted beneath her just as she had done. I rose up to give her other hand room, but she wasn't ready yet. After she had tortured me enough, she finally lubed her other hand and slid it around my cock, pumping me to an explosive orgasm. After riding out the aftermath, I settled down on the bed, and she neatly pulled the towel from under me. She took care easing her finger out of my ass.
"That was pretty hot, Eric. I could feel everything throbbing inside you."
"Yeah, I think it's an important part of a woman's sexual education."
"I see. And what else is important?" she asked archly.
"Everything in its proper time," I said.
"What insolence, lecturing a love goddess like me about education. However, I'll let you get away with it, since you're so good in bed. But you better keep it up."
"Believe me, Amy, I intend to."
"Good. Now, I think I'll clean up a bit, and then we can figure out what to do with the rest of the evening."
Of course, that was pretty easy. Good food, conversation, and wine, and then another round of fantastic sex. We woke up the next morning and went for a hike, laughing and bantering the whole time. We had always been good at trading wicked barbs, and we got back to Amy's place in a playful mood, laughing at the dust and sweat on our skin.
Amy spun out of my hands when she closed the door and turned to face me. Her eyes danced.
"I'm feeling a little naughty and mischievous," she said. "Got any ideas?"
My cock jerked upward as a picture formed in my mind.
"Yeah. I think you'll like it."
"Oh, goody, I can't wait," she said. "Am I naked?"
"I think _exposed_ may be a better word."
Her face took on a wilder look. "Then I'm starting now." She reach down to tug her shirt over her head. I stripped along with her, and soon we stood facing each other.
"Go get a spare sheet and bring it into your living room," I said. Amy arched an eyebrow, then nodded and padded off. I went into her bedroom to grab the lube and met her near the sliding glass doors to her balcony. I pulled the curtains aside, letting light pour into the room. Amy swallowed.
"Now, I don't think anyone can really see in here, but you never know for sure, do you?"
She shook her head, then gasped as I dropped the lube on the floor to help her spread the sheet.
"Yes, Amy, I'm going to play with your ass. You're going to be on all fours, squirming around my thumb buried deep in your back door while my other fingers play with your pussy. My other hand will be clamping your nipples, and I'll be watching everything, and I mean everything."
Amy pulled the sheet tight with me and then came over, crushing herself against my body.
"Oh, God, I want that," she said.
I locked my lips to hers, then slid my hands around her back, ranging up and down her spine. My fingers found her ass, and she moaned her approval. I possessively cupped the firm flesh while Amy dragged her nipples across my chest. I pushed a leg forward, and she immediately straddled it, humping with need. When I felt the wetness of her arousal, I reached up and pushed her shoulders down. Amy didn't need to be told—she sank to her knees and then to her forearms. Her ass stuck invitingly into the air, and I caressed the soft skin, feeling the dark current flow between us. I let my eyes roam over her body, seeing the pucker of her sphincter, the swollen pink of her pussy and her clitoral hood, and then looking over to see her nipples protruding from firm breasts. I finished by studying her face, seeing the lost expression of someone in deep arousal.
My fingers ranged closer and closer to her anus, and Amy sighed when I brushed my thumb across it. My other hand found her breast, and I rolled the fat nipple between my fingers. Amy arched her chest down into my hand, and I increased the pressure, triggering a moan of approval while she pushed her ass into my other hand.
My thumb now hovered over her sphincter, rubbing and prodding the slightly rough flesh while Amy bucked beneath me. I let my fingers drift down over her slit, and they found her swollen and wet. Time to move this along.
Amy opened her eyes as my fingers left her body, and a small smile played about her mouth as I drizzled lube along my thumb. When I replaced it on her ass, she wiggled her hips to try to get me inside her. I took it very slow, feeling her outer ring open to me. My thumb eased inside a bit and came to rest at her inner ring. I eased back and forth, teasing the ring to open, while my other hand tweaked her nipple again. I looked up at her face, and my cock jolted at the eroticism of seeing her eyes look into mine as I opened her ass.
I took a good look, seeing a mixture of vulnerability, passion, anticipation, and elation flit across her features. I felt her push, and her inner ring relaxed, letting my thumb ease into her. I slowly worked back and forth, while Amy arched her ass into my hand. Still, she looked deeply into my eyes, seeking a window into my thoughts. Her eyes widened in surprise at something in mine, and then she closed them and buried her face into the sheet, purring happily to herself.
My thumb had worked in to the flare of the second knuckle, and I let my other fingers splay across her ass, giving her another sensation. Still, she kept rocking and pushing back into me, driving my thumb to the root. I watched as it slid in further, her ass stretching to accommodate the fleshy base.
"Yessss," she whispered when she felt my hand press deeply into her ass—my thumb was buried to the hilt in her gut. I followed her motions, drawing partway out as she rocked forward and then driving deeply home when she pushed back. She gave a little grunt each time I bottomed out, clearly lost in the sensations. I watched her experience that for a while, her back arching and twisting beneath me, then I grabbed her nipple again, squeezing hard.
"Uhhhhhh," she moaned, pushing her breast into my hand. Her desire soared higher as I worked her body over, and I could feel her tension build. I watched her nipple stretch as I pulled and twisted.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she sobbed into the sheet, wracked by her dark need with no clear way for release. When I felt she couldn't take it anymore, I shifted my fingers to her quivering slit.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, God," she exhaled, her relief evident at finding some way out of her sweet agony.
Her pussy ran freely, juices flowing down her legs. I exulted in how hot this girl had become and slid further behind her to get a better view.
My fingers massaged the outer lips, pulling away as she arched her back and shoved, trying to get them on her clit. Finally, I relented, sliding around the hard pearl, standing proud from its hood. I kept the pressure gentle at first, but Amy had other ideas, twisting her hips to mash her clit against my fingers. Her moans got shorter and higher in pitch, and I knew she was close to a massive orgasm. I clamped down on her clit, pinching it between my fingers, and she shrieked into the sheet. A few more bucks of her hips, and her body went rigid.
From deep within her, I felt the detonation begin. Amy screamed as her pussy and ass clenched around my fingers, and her entire abdomen shook with the force of it. I even felt the waves reach her distended breast, her nipple pulsing in my fingers. Amy's body throbbed for a long spell, and she whimpered and groaned through it, her eyes tightly closed.
Eventually, her orgasm played out and her wracking sobs subsided. I slowly eased my thumb out of her ass, but kept it possessively at her entrance. She sighed with fulfillment.
"If you want my ass, it's yours," she said softly. My cock quivered with the assent in those words.
"Not quite time," I replied, "but believe me, we'll get there. My cock is nearly bursting after watching you go through that. You okay with me pounding into you from behind? I won't last long."
"Please, grab my hips and take your pleasure, Eric," she responded.
I lined up behind her and positioned my iron rod at her entrance. She slammed back, impaling herself. I grunted with the sensation of her tight sheath gripping my cock, and I took hold of her hips and drove myself into her, over and over again. Amy stayed right with me, pushing back each time until her ass flattened. Soon, I could feel the pressure build, and I held back as long as I could. When it became to much, I pulled her back tightly against me, smashing her mound against the underside of my cock. My cum surged past in white hot jets, shooting deep in to the depths of her pussy. I grunted with each blast, savoring my release from the tension of watching Amy's erotic display. When the fires died down, I eased out and collapsed on the sheet, pulling Amy down with me. We kissed deeply, then she nestled her head on my chest. We quickly feel asleep.
Waking up after a refreshing nap, I felt like a million bucks. I could feel Amy's heart beating against me, and the world felt totally right.
Amy stirred, and then she gently lifted her head to look into my open eyes. Hers were clear and content.
"That was... _exactly_ what I needed," she said. "You possessed me completely, yet I could feel how much you cared. Thank you."
"Amy, the thing I like about you best is when you give me a heartfelt thanks for doing something that I was dying to do anyway. You are so welcome."
Amy smiled. "If I'd had any idea what a wicked lover you were, I'd have kidnapped you from Lisa and never let you go. How did I get so lucky?"
"I ask myself that every day."
Amy's eyes latched on to mine and went deep again. She found what she wanted, for I saw a smile turn up the corners of her lips.
"You really do," she wondered. We looked into each other's eyes for a while longer. Finally, I broke her gaze and pulled her lips to mine for another kiss.
"Ready to get a shower?" I asked. "We're every kind of dirty."
Amy laughed. "You can say that again. Help me up?"
We made it into the shower and traded washing duties. As Amy was soaping my backside, her hands wandered until she held my balls. She brought her lips close to my ear.
"So I have to ask, how were you able to keep from taking my ass when I offered it to you?"
I laughed. "I would have come in two strokes if I had done that."
Amy laughed back. "I hadn't thought of that."
"Seriously, though, there's a time and place for that. As you're probably figuring out, a big part of anal sex is wanting it. When you're horribly frustrated, and you want it so bad that you'll do anything to get it, that's the right time. You _know_ it won't hurt, and you _know_ it will cure what ails you. We'll get there, and we'll look into each other's eyes again as you sink down and fill your ass with my cock. Believe me, I want this as much as you do."
"I'm getting horny listening to you. I can't wait," Amy said breathlessly. I felt her smile behind me. "Looks like somebody else can't wait either."
We ended up making love in the shower, Amy pressing me against the wall and taking me inside her. I marveled at her eroticism—vulnerable one instant and insistent the next.
That evening, we went to dinner with our gang of friends, and hung out at Jackie's house. We got back to Amy's late and went to bed,. I dreamed of Amy all night. The next morning, I woke up to find her looking at me.
"Penny for your thoughts, sleepyhead."
"You really want to know?"
Her eyes widened. "Especially now."
I sighed. "Amy, do you have any idea how erotic that was yesterday? I mean, I know we're working on anal sex together. But, you are beyond volcanic. When you looked at me yesterday as I was playing with your ass, that was about the hottest thing I've ever seen. You tap into some dark current that's wild and untamed, yet vulnerable and intimate. If you told me that you were a sorceress, I'd believe you."
Amy looked at me a long time, then smiled. "But Eric, I _am_ a sorceress."
"I believe you. You've got a magic combination of girl-next-door freshness, smarts, and something wicked. Then you wrap it all inside a package that's extremely easy on the eyes. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm under your spell, and I'm a _very_ lucky guy."
Amy's eyes held mine. I let her probe. Finally, she smiled again and spoke softly, her words contrasting with the blaze in her eyes. "If you're trying to get into my pants this morning, you're doing great."
I burst out laughing. "I forgot to add the sense of humor."
"Isn't that what they say about a blind date?"
"Yeah. So why don't you fuck me silly, Miss Blind Date?"
She rolled her eyes. "I always fall for the romantic ones," she said to herself. Then she jumped on top of me in a flash of intensity, pinning me to the bed and taking charge. I did nothing except respond as she warmed me up and proceeded to fuck the daylights out of me. I highly recommend it.
We recovered with her remaining on top of me, her disheveled hair cascading across my chest.
"Feel free to tell me how lucky you are _anytime_ , Eric."
"Hmmmm, I think I've discovered a spell over you."
"Oh, yeah, and I'm helpless against it." I could feel her smile on my skin.
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Tuesday evening found us talking on the phone.
"Thursday is going to be a rough day," she told me. "We have a review with a major client, who is very demanding. We've been preparing for a couple of weeks, but we expect to be put through the wringer. I'll be a stressed-out zombie when I get home."
"I've got an idea that will make you forget about silly things like what your client thinks. Interested?"
"Let me guess. It involves me naked?"
"Surprisingly enough, it does."
"Well of course I'm interested!"
"When you get home, give me a call. Then hop in the shower and scrub your naughty bits really good. I'll let myself in with this handy key you gave me," I instructed.
"Thursday isn't sounding so bad, after all."
"That's the spirit! Now, get your sleep, and knock 'em dead."
After work Thursday, my phone rang.
"It was brutal, but we made it through OK. And it really helped to have your little mystery to look forward to. I'm hopping in the shower now."
I gave her a couple of minutes and let myself in, going to her bedroom and lighting several candles that I brought. I uncorked a bottle of wine and poured a couple of glasses, put a French country stew on her stove, got the salad in the fridge, then stripped down and wrapped a towel around my waist.
Soon, I heard the water stop, and Amy emerged a little later, a towel wrapped around her.
"Oh my, I like," she said, as she took in the candles and the glass of wine I was handing her.
"Good. Now sit down beside me and tell me about your day."
Amy really did have a hard day. As she finished her glass, I took it from her, then got behind her on the bed and started massaging her shoulders and neck as she continued her story. Eventually, I came around and stood her up.
"Keep talking," I instructed.
I responded to her, but whenever I wasn't talking, I trailed kisses across her body. I started at the back of her neck, dipping down between her shoulders. I covered her arms, then gently eased the towel from around her and continued down her back.
"It's going to be hard to finish telling you this story," she said after a sigh.
"That's the idea. Keep going."
I let my hands tease her nipples as I worked down her back. I kissed briefly down one cheek of her ass, then started working on the backs of her legs. In front, my hands mirrored what my lips were doing in back. I could feel Amy getting distracted. The sighs came more and more, and she shifted her weight between her legs. I moved up, kissing lightly across both ass cheeks.
"Ahhhh, that feels good. I think you've got the gist of the story," she said.
"Are you sure? I don't want to miss anything."
"Well, you're not _missing_ anything so far," she said, wiggling her ass in my face.
"Tell me a little more. What happens the next time you meet this client?"
I smiled to myself as I listened to Amy trying to focus. My lips circled closer and closer to her rosebud. I heard little sighs mixed in with her narrative, and she gave a pretty short answer.
"Sounds like you're relaxing pretty well, but I want to be sure. Why don't you get up here on the bed?" I helped her up and got her on all fours. "Here's a pillow for your head."
"Such a gentleman," she laughed, resting her head and arching her back.
"Now," I continued, "I'm _trying_ to relax you, but knowing you, you may start getting hot and bothered. Please feel comfortable to take care of any little problems you may have in that regard."
"Don't worry."
"Great." I moved back behind her. "Now, where were we? Oh, yes, kissing your wonderful ass."
I started over, working slowly toward her center. Amy's breathing picked up, and the scent of her arousal reached me.
"Ohhh, God," she moaned when I first touch her anus with my tongue. Slowly, agonizingly, I touched it more often, watching as her ass started writhing in the air.
Finally, I gave her what she wanted, lapping deeply across her pucker. I felt her hand slide between her legs to start playing with herself. I alternated deep strokes with lighter journeys around her rim.
Amy started pushing into my face, and I flattened my tongue to let her find the pressure she wanted. Her hand moved faster and faster, and I could hear the wet sounds of her pussy getting pummeled.
I felt the familiar tingle of her body tensing for a big orgasm. She twisted her ass into my tongue, completely given over to the pleasure coursing through her body.
Amy's breath came in grunts and gasps, then she went rigid, shrieking into the pillow as the convulsions rippled through her pussy and ass. My tongue was treated to a front-row seat, and it picked up every tremor.
I stayed with her as her orgasm died down. Then she whipped her head around.
"Inside me. Now!" Amy commanded, her fingers guiding me. Her hands never left her clit as I stroked into her, and she came shortly after I blasted a very satisfying load inside her.
We finished coming back to earth, and I lay down beside her on the bed.
"Pretty kinky, Eric," she said. "You _definitely_ made me forget all about my day."
"It was my pleasure. Actually, I had a lot of fun. I love your ass."
"I can tell. I guess if I ever tell you to kiss my ass, you'll wonder what I mean."
"No I won't," I said.
Amy laughed her rich laugh. "No, I guess you won't." She turned to hug me. "I loved it. I'm glad my ass turns you on."
"Big time. Now, shall we try out some dinner?"
"I was hoping that I was smelling something good. I'll have to admit that I didn't notice until recently."
"Glad to hear it. Come on." I led her out of bed, and we got dressed and padded into the kitchen, bringing the bottle of wine with us.
Once again, I enjoyed a great dinner with Amy. As we were lingering over the last glass of wine, she fixed me with her eyes.
"Eric, I want to say how much I appreciate what you're doing for me. You're taking me to places I didn't know existed, and I'm loving what I'm finding there."
"Amy, I can't tell you how much fun I'm having taking you to those places."
"I can see it in your eyes. But there's something more. You know I've been a fan of yours for a while. What I didn't understand was how much the real thing surpasses my dream."
It's almost hard to accept a powerful compliment like that. I sat back, stunned. Then, I acted with my body when the words wouldn't come. I got up and took Amy's hand, then pulled her up for a long hug. When we separated, I got my tongue back into gear.
"Amy, that made me feel _really_ good. I'm a really lucky guy."
"You bet your boots you are," she responded. "But I'm a really lucky girl, too."
As you might guess, our mutual admiration society got us all hot and bothered. We made love again that evening, and I stumbled out of Amy's bed early the next morning to get back to my place and start my day.
We spent Friday out with friends, then went to dinner Saturday with a few more.
"Care to spend the night?" Amy asked as I was driving us back.
"Hard to pass up that offer," I answered, my dick hardening in my pants.
"Would you be interested in letting me direct our recreational activities this evening?"
"I could go for that," I answered, my dick getting even harder. "What do you have planned?"
"Uh, uh, naughty boy. That would ruin the fun, wouldn't it?"
"Okay, Lady, I'll let you keep the mystery."
We got back to Amy's place and she led me inside.
"Do you trust me, Eric?" she asked, a smile on her face that was right out of a second-grade playground.
"Yes, but answering a question like that always leaves me a little worried."
Amy batted her eyes. "Worried about sweet little me?"
"Now I'm _definitely_ worried!" I answered, to a laugh from Amy. "However, I'll trust you."
"Good, you won't regret it. Now, could I ask you to close your eyes?"
I closed them, my other senses instantly heightening. I strained to hear Amy move, but could pick up nothing. Finally, I hear the soft padding of feet away from me, then coming back behind me. I jumped when I felt the blindfold slide over my eyes. Amy tied it gently, then took my hand and led me down the hall. We entered a room, but it didn't feel like her bedroom. Amy's hands came around my front to unbutton my shirt, then gently ease it from my shoulders. My shoes and socks were removed, then Amy got my pants off. It took a little more work for her to guide the waistband of my boxers over my rampant erection. Her game was turning me on.
Amy took my hand and guided me to the bed, arranging me on my back, with my head comfortably on a pillow. I felt a rustling to one side, and a soft material was looped over my right wrist. My cock strained even harder as I heard Amy walk around the bed and loop another band over my left. I remained still as I heard and felt her do the same to my ankles.
"Very good, Eric. You do really trust me, and I can't tell you how good that makes me feel. Why don't you try your bonds? Wouldn't want to spoil the fun if they aren't working right."
I moved my arms and legs, finding I could move each a couple of inches.
"Hey!" I yelped, as Amy's hands tickled me. I tried to roll away, or do anything, but it was useless.
"Now I'm satisfied," she said, relenting. "Kind of fun to have you at my mercy."
"What was I saying about being worried?"
"I like you a little worried," she said, giggling.
I sensed Amy padding around the room to several destinations, and then I felt her climb onto the bed with me and reach forward. Surprisingly, I felt her pull the blindfold off, but I was even more shocked to discover that I couldn't see anything.
"Yes, Eric, it's pitch black in here. I wanted to see how our other senses were heightened when we couldn't use our eyes. Your senses will be especially heightened since you can't use your limbs. You've been leading me to some great places lately, but I'm the type of girl who likes to keep the score even. My turn to take you on a journey."
"Lead on, Amy," I said. "I'm yours."
"That's why I like you," she whispered as I felt her leaning down.
My lips felt the softest touch imaginable. My nerve endings danced, straining for more, as she ever so lightly brushed her lips against mine. Then I felt her trail kisses over my face and neck, an electric buzz crackling off my skin wherever she touched.
"Oh, God," I groaned.
"You're trembling," she whispered.
"I can't believe what you're doing to me," I whispered back.
"Believe it," she answered, and then I felt her hands lightly brush along my arms. Thrills raced through my body as Amy traced over my bonds and then my hands. She worked her way back to my chest, and then I felt her lean down again.
"Fuck!" I jerked against my restraints as her tongue touched my nipple. I felt Amy chuckle as she gently, agonizingly, worked her magic over both of them. I didn't know how much more of this exquisite torture I could take.
It was then that I felt her tongue descend down my abdomen. I twitched and shuddered under her attentions—every inch of my skin crackled with anticipation. My cock strained like it would burst.
Finally, Amy worked her way to my groin. She gently blew a breath at my cock, and I jumped to feel icy fire shoot out from my hypersensitive skin.
"Jesus, Amy!" I gasped.
She ignored me, touching the tip of my cock with her tongue. I bucked and writhed at my restraints, even though I knew it was hopeless. She blew again, and I trembled from the chill at the tip of my cock.
For what seemed an eternity, Amy teased me mercilessly. She was everywhere, and she was nowhere. My superheated cock would have smoked if it could. Licks, breaths, kisses, and touches—Amy kept me guessing.
Then I felt her moving around on the bed, and I sensed that she was leaning over me. A hard nub just grazed my lips, and I got the hint, gently opening them to explore Amy's nipple. Without my other senses, it was a revelation. The skin was soft yet hard underneath, with little bumps and texture along the length of her nipple. I also felt the little bumps of her areola, and beneath, the tightness of her breast. I could hear Amy's gentle breath as she held herself still for me, helping me know her in a completely new way. I marveled at how much this woman could express with her body.
Amy gave me a long time to play, and then I felt her nipple withdraw while she shifted again, the weight of her thighs settling on either side of my face. My nostrils were flooded with the scent of hot pussy, and I waited while she settled down. Like her nipple, her pussy lightly brushed my lips, and I gently explored the folds of her pussy with all the nerve endings at my disposal. I felt her outer lips, swollen and hot, quivering slightly as I touched along them. Next, I moved to the inner lips, softer and flushed with heat and moisture. I finally let my tongue explore, feeling everything anew. Satisfied for now, I licked with more force, turning from exploring to pleasuring. Amy's soft sighs told me I was doing it right, and I felt her teasing my cock again.
After a while, Amy pulled away and pushed her hips back. I closed my mouth and once again felt a light touch at my lips. This time, it was her upper pussy, and I explored how the inner lips converged at a little hood. I could feel the tension in Amy's thighs as she held herself back—no doubt she wanted to ram her clit down on my lips. I probed around the hood and then felt underneath. Amy gasped in spite of herself, and I thought I felt the little pearl of her clit, but it was hard to be sure. I kissed and nibbled in this spot, and Amy started to writhe above me. Finally getting my tongue involved, I gently swirled around her hood, patiently letting the tension build. Amy played along, never mashing herself against me.
Amy's pleasure built higher and higher, and I could finally be sure that her clit was standing proud. I swirled around it with my tongue, gently lashing it from all sides.
"Oh, God," Amy moaned. My cock could feel her ragged breathing.
Her pussy was a wet furnace, dripping onto my chin. My nose was flooded with the hot tang of her arousal. Her thighs quivered with the strain.
Sensing the time was right, I ever-so-gently sucked her clit between my lips.
"Ahhhhh!" she gasped. I pursed my lips and let her drag the little pearl out between them. I opened them again, and she got the rhythm, driving her clit in again as I sucked.
From Amy's incoherent grunts and gasps, I could tell that she had lost all conception of anything but the feeling of her clit dragging through my lips. Her pitch got higher, and I knew that she was bracing for a huge orgasm.
Suddenly, she went rigid, just holding her pussy above me. I could hear the strain in the rapid whimpers coming from her throat. I sucked in her clit as deep as I could and held on.
The first spasm raced through her body, clenching all her muscles even harder than they already were. I heard her cry as the relaxation wave passed through, then the next contraction came even stronger. Her pussy and clit pulsed in time, and my sensitive lips captured it all. On and on it went, Amy screaming with pleasure so hot it was nearly pain.
As the contractions lessened in intensity, I gently relaxed my pressure on her clit, knowing it was hypersensitive. Amy was nearly sobbing above me. I involuntarily flailed against my bonds, wanting to hold her through the comedown.
As it was, I just gently massaged around her inner lips with my lips and tongue, keeping the good feelings rolling while she settled through the afterglow.
Finally, I felt her pull a deep breath in and then exhale in a long sigh.
"I don't even know what happened there," she murmured. "That was so intense, it was frightening."
I just nodded under her, and she jumped, giggling at the contact.
Then I jumped when she plunged her lips down over my cock. She laughed, back in control. Her hips quickly spun away, and felt their weight settle down astride mine.
Gentle fingers positioned my straining cock, and then I felt the head enter her slick tunnel. I waited for her to sink down around me.
She didn't. Instead, she gently rocked above me, bathing the head of my cock in liquid fire. I squirmed under her, trying to get more inside her. Even though I couldn't see anything, I could positively _feel_ her smile radiating down at me. I knew she was loving this—my pleasure depended completely on her.
Then the bitch found my nipples with her fingers. Gently caressing, lightly rasping, she sent jolts of current out through my chest. Coupled with the sweet agony burning the head of my cock, she had me quivering under her.
"Amy!" I croaked pathetically.
She ignored me. She was a wicked sorceress, playing my body like some demon musical instrument. Suddenly it hit me with icy clarity—Amy was sharing her secret mysteries with me. Something primal and elemental flowed from her, a dark power that shot into my body.
I gave myself to her, and let my body respond in kind. Something flowed from me back to her, a recognition of her dark side and the answering shout from mine.
We both gasped at the connection. To open yourself to another, and then to find what you've always dreamed of; well, that doesn't happen very often.
Amy slammed down, engulfing my cock in her fiery tunnel. One hand went to my abdomen, tickling me to distract me from the exquisite pleasure radiating from my cock. I knew where the other hand was going.
Amy rocked her hips hard, pumping my cock in liquid velvet. Her fingers strummed her clit, taking herself along with me. I thrashed and writhed under her, trying desperately to get away from her tickling fingers and trying desperately to stay with them. I didn't know where torture ended and pleasure began anymore. It didn't matter.
In that darkened room, my senses focused down to two things: Amy's touch everywhere on my body, and then a sixth sense of energy flowing between us. I plunged in, following that twisting, pulsing channel back to its source in the dark recesses of Amy's being.
A sense of incandescence flowed through me. It was no longer my cock, but my entire body that burned under Amy's torch. I rose with it, and then a white- hot wave convulsed through me. I yelled out as another took me, a feeling of mindless rapture filling my entire being. Through our connection, I could feel something similar coursing through Amy.
Then, I ceased to exist.
Later, I was aware that waves of ecstatic pleasure had rolled through me, and that Amy had cried out with the same. At the time, there were no words for what happened, or for long it went on.
I finally regained awareness of myself, and I felt the aftershocks quaking through me and the full weight of Amy's hips resting on mine. Then I felt it—the connection was still there. Not as hot or bright as before, but still linking us—smoldering and ready to leap to flame again.
Other sensations came through to me: Amy's breathing, slow and steady as she recovered. Her hands, pressed deeply into my chest as she supported her weight. My cock, still secure inside her.
We stayed together like this for an extended time. Neither of us wanted to break the spell.
Finally, Amy sighed deeply.
I decided to speak first. "Amy, I don't exactly know what happened, but I'll never be the same again."
" _We'll_ never be the same again. It hit me, too, and it definitely hit _us_."
"Who are you?" I wondered aloud. "Good, friendly, and cute, but also dark, mysterious, and wicked. How did I get so lucky to meet you?"
"I think you're meeting the person you've let me become," she answered. "I've never even _thought_ about letting anyone see that before."
"I hope I get to see it many more times," I said. "I'm just in awe. You _are_ a sorceress."
"And I cast my dark spell on you, Eric," she said, her voice clear and blazing. I felt our connection leap again.
Amy let that linger, then she leaned down and crushed her lips to mine.
Finally, I felt her ease her hips up and slowly let go of my cock. She paused at the head, and slowed even more, lessening the shock of her lips passing by. I still twitched, but I appreciated her thoughtfulness.
She moved off the bed, and I felt my restraints being released one by one. Then she came back, and nestled at my side. I rolled toward her and spooned into her back. She grabbed my arm and pressed it deep to her chest, sighing contentedly. Without sight, my other senses were still sharpened. I could feel her heart beating, slow and satisfied. I feel asleep with our connection still intact.
We woke after a restful night, still tangled together. Faint motes of light leaked through the dark covering that Amy had on the windows.
"Mmmmmmm," she purred, nestling further into me.
I held her, feeling her contentment flow across to me.
"I could stay here forever," she said aloud.
"So could I," I answered. "Do you feel it like I do?"
"Yes," she said, "But I want you to tell me what you feel."
"It's like I have a channel of spiritual energy connected to you, Amy. It's gentle right now, but it burned hot and bright while we were making love."
"That's it," she said. "I think it's the connection that our secret sides made with each other."
"Yeah, you're right. It's like I know your true colors, Amy, and they go with mine."
"I've never dared to share them with anyone before," Amy said. "I'm so happy I did with you."
"From sorceress to innocent little girl," I mused. "You are all those things."
"And do you like it?"
"No, I love it," I said and gave her a long squeeze.
"So do I," she breathed and snuggled back again.
I nestled against her and let my hand roam over her legs and hips. It wasn't sexual this time—we had burned that away for now. Instead we just existed, and let our skin express our connection.
Eventually, my stomach rumbled, and Amy giggled.
"I'm glad I didn't do that first," she said, laughing. "I guess we'll have to get up and get something to eat."
"Let's do it."
We slowly got up, and Amy led me to the door. Before opening it, she took both of my hands.
"Remember what happened here," she commanded, her voice blazing again.
"I swear I will never forget," I said formally, the words ringing true between us.
"I release you," she finished, leaving me to wonder what was she releasing me from. It sure wasn't the dark spell she cast over me—I could still feel that. I knew she wanted me to wonder.
She pulled the door slowly open to let our eyes adjust. Sunlight streamed through her place—we had slept late.
She handed me a robe, taking one for herself. "Let me get you some breakfast," she said.
"Those were strategically placed," I said. "Had all this planned out?"
She looked up, a grin on her face. "Eric. What happened—you don't plan that."
I laughed, deep and long. "No, I guess you don't. But some part of you did."
"Are you so sure it was me?" she asked, her blue eyes flashing.
She spun around and was striding to the bathroom before I could answer. Her question hit me like a thunderbolt, throwing my mind into disarray. What _had_ happened last night? What had she started, and what had I started? Would I ever know? I realized that there was a lot behind those blue eyes of Amy's.
We cooked and ate breakfast together, Amy steering the conversation away from the night before. We got dressed, and then she saw me to the door. She looked deeply into my eyes.
"Spend some time with your heart, Eric. I'm going to spend some time with mine." She kissed me, and gently pushed me out the door. "Call me."
I stumbled back to my place and got dressed for a long bike ride. Nothing like physical work to clear the head. I pushed out and took about thirty minutes to get into a rhythm, my muscles warmed up and the energy flowing.
I then sank into my heart, sensing it pumping life through me. I opened myself to my feelings about Amy. The first was a wall of fear—fear that I would lose myself in her and fear that I could be deeply hurt. I explored my fear, knowing that I had to honor it to move past it. _Amy must mean a lot to me for me to be this worried_ , I thought to myself. I pushed past and explored deeper.
The next feeling was fear again—fear that I was falling for Amy sexually, but not completely. I felt deeper into my heart and knew this wasn't true. I loved being around her for herself.
As I explored deeper, it hit me with force. I wanted to share my heart with Amy, and I couldn't live without her. I was already lost, and the only path was to double down and get closer to her. So much had happened so fast—but it felt so right.
I explored that for a while. Did I feel any doubt? Was there some hidden warning signal in my heart?
_No, you idiot. She's the one for you._
"Thanks," I said aloud, chuckling at myself. "Glad that's settled."
And it was—I could feel that deeply. I rode with that feeling for a while.
With such minor things settled as who I wanted to spend my life with, I could move on to other subjects, like what the hell happened last night. Clearly, Amy wanted to even the score a little. I had been the lead for most of our relationship, and she wanted to turn the tables and take me on a journey. Of course, she nearly lost control when I was lashing her clit. Funny how I was the one tied up, but I had her under my spell.
Under my spell. Maybe that's what she meant when she implied that I had started it last night. Maybe she was responding when she cast her spell on me. Whatever she was doing, she outdid herself.
On the other hand, as I searched my heart, I could feel that she had been working her spell on me for a long time—at least since the day of our party together—and probably much earlier. She had put a lot on the line to bare her soul to me last night. I could still feel the connection to her—something I had never shared with anyone before.
I stopped thinking and just rode home in a sea of feelings and emotions—all good, but also frightening in their intensity.
That evening, I called her.
"Nice to hear your voice," Amy said. "What did you do all afternoon?"
"Exactly what you said. I took a long bike ride and spent some time with my heart."
"And did you learn anything?"
"Yes. Quite a bit, in fact."
"Anything you'd care to share?" Her voice was light and friendly, but I could sense her listening intently.
"It was pretty powerful stuff, Amy."
"Just so you know, I spent the afternoon with some powerful stuff of my own."
I knew that she wanted—no she _needed_ —for me to go first in this little game. And the stakes were high. _Double down_.
"The first thing I felt, Amy, was a wall of fear. Fear that I was losing myself, and that I could be deeply hurt."
Her voice got very soft. "We have to put great trust in those we care about. It means a lot that you're putting that trust in me."
"I do trust you, Amy. And I pushed past that fear. But the next thing was another form of fear. This time, about me. Could I be sure that I wasn't just falling for you sexually? I mean, I had to admit, the sexual part has been pretty awesome."
Amy's lilting laugh came through the phone. " _That's_ an understatement, and I appreciate the underlying complement. What did your heart tell you?"
"Not to worry. I was falling for the complete package, for all the right reasons."
"I...you...thanks." Amy's voice was thick with emotion.
"One more thing that I'll talk about tonight. I asked my heart if there was some doubt, some warning signal, that I should know about."
"And?"
"Nothing."
"Eric." I could feel the quiver in her voice. The line got real quiet. "Eric—just so you know—my heart is very happy right now."
I could feel her holding back the sobs. "Amy, why don't you share your heart next time? I think we've had a big day and it's probably time for some sleep."
"Thanks, Eric," she whispered. "No... _Thanks_. Good night."
"Good night, Amy," I answered and cut the connection. She needed the time to herself.
The next morning, I had a message on my phone.
"Can I cook you dinner?"
Easy three-letter answer.
I stopped by the florist and arrived at Amy's door with some flowers. She literally dragged me through the door and crushed me in an embrace. Her words came in a rush.
"Eric. You need to know. My heart feels _exactly_ like yours. What you said—it was so much more than anyone has ever said to me. Do you know how happy I am?"
"It just felt right."
At that, she burst into sobs. My tears followed hers.
"I promised myself that I wouldn't cry," she wailed into my shoulder.
"Amy. You can always be yourself with me." I hugged her tight.
We eventually disentangled, shyly laughing at each other's red-rimmed eyes. Amy led me to a chair and served me a great dinner, her eyes sparkling each time I caught them. It didn't take much insight to see that she was floating on a cloud. I floated with her, barely aware of what we talked about.
When we finished, I thanked her and then I rose to help her clear the plates.
"No," she commanded. "I'm serving you tonight. Your job is to talk to me while I get this put away."
Amy finished cleaning up and came back to me, offering me her hand. She lifted me up and kissed me, then pulled me down the hall and shooed me into the bathroom.
"Meet me in my bedroom in a few minutes. Don't wear too much," she directed. I cleaned up, taking my time, then undressed. I walked back to Amy's bedroom to find it lit with several candles. Amy stood by her bed and beckoned me over.
She slid into my arms. I felt the smooth skin of her back as she kissed me. We shared the pleasures of each other's lips, and then Amy gently pushed me back onto the bed. I lay back while she straddled me and led me through an evening of romantic lovemaking. My main memories were of her eyes, looking deeply into mine as she gently rocked above me, and the smile that played about her face. We never broke eye contact, even as we each twitched in orgasm.
We lay together and talked, then Amy started kissing me again. She eventually turned and straddled my face, leading us through a 69 session that got us both hot and bothered. This time, she lay back and pulled me atop her, and we kissed deeply while we slowly built to another satisfying climax.
"Thank you for spending the evening with me," Amy said as we recovered. "I enjoyed getting to look into your eyes the first time, and then feeling your tongue in my mouth the second."
"Any time, Amy," I replied. "I'll do it above, I'll do it below, I'll do it behind, and I'll do it real slow."
"And you'll do it in my house, and you'd probably do it with a mouse," Amy observed drily. "I'd better get these candles out before I have to listen to much more comedy central."
When she got back in bed, I pulled her close.
"Amy. Thank _you_ so much for having me over. You're pretty special, and it's great that your heart is falling for a comedian."
"I wish I could help myself, but I can't," Amy said as she snuggled further into my arms.
I gently stroked her back until she settled into sleep, and then I followed her.
We gave each other a few nights off after all the emotion that had spilled over the last several days. However, I had invited Amy to dinner with a group of friends Friday.
"Only if you agree to come back to my place for a nightcap," she had offered.
"I think I can do that," I said.
Jennifer, with her usual intuition, cornered us at the bar before dinner.
"You two look like you're on a cloud. Things must be going really well between you."
Amy looked down, a blush creeping up her cheeks. I could feel my face getting warm.
"Now, you've told me everything," Jennifer said. "I'll be merciful and leave you alone, Amy. And you, Eric, I trust you're taking care of her?"
Amy and I both laughed—a bit nervously.
"Oh, my, you two are lost. I could ask more questions, but I think I already know the answers." Jennifer's face broke out into a smile. "I can't tell you how happy I am for you both. Now, let's steer the conversation to safer subjects."
"Great idea," I croaked out. Jennifer winked.
We got through dinner without any more awkward moments. We walked up from the car with our fingers intertwined.
"Still want that nightcap?" Amy asked.
"Anything at your place would be great," I answered.
"Anything?"
"You bet, girlfriend."
Amy rolled her eyes and pulled me through her door. She locked it behind her and turned to me.
"Can I be your nightcap?"
"I'd love that, Amy."
She laughed and closed the distance between us. Her soft lips found mine, and we forgot our banter. Her body smoked in my arms, her breath hot and her lips insistent.
Finally, Amy pulled back to look at me. She took each of my hands and drew them behind her to rest on her ass, which squirmed against them.
"Eric. What did you say about being terribly horny and frustrated? I'm feeling that now."
"You mean..?"
"Yes, you know exactly what I mean."
"Let's take it slow," I said gingerly.
"But don't be too cautious," she said. "I want this."
"Need it bad?" I teased.
"You have no idea," she whispered. She closed the distance between our lips and kissed me fiercely. My cock stiffened to steel in my pants as she ground into me. My hands ranged up and down her back as she heated up. I only occasionally strayed down to her ass, teasing her mercilessly.
"I want out of these clothes," she breathed. I helped her undress everything, noticing the excitement in her taut nipples. She helped me undress, and then I pulled her back into my arms, continuing my gentle caressing of her back.
I could feel the tension building in her body, so before she got too frustrated, I spun her around and pulled her back into me.
"God, yes!" she moaned as my cock found the cleft between the cheeks of her ass. My hands rose to find her straining breasts as she shoved her ass back into me. Her head lolled back when I palmed her breasts, closing my fingers to pull and twist her nipples. I started a bit gentle, but increased the pressure in time to her whimpers of assent. Amy shoved her ass deeply into my cock, and I tweaked her nipples hard.
"Eric, I'm on fire! Pleasssse," she begged.
"Let's get to your bed," I directed.
Amy grabbed my hand and literally dragged me to her bed. She snatched the covers and threw them back, heedless of where they landed. Still holding my hand, she opened her nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube, handing it back to me. She let go and then stretched out face down on the bed, spreading her legs slightly and hiking her ass up into the air. I took a moment to drink in the sight: a beautiful woman, horny beyond belief, spread out before me, waiting expectantly for me to plunder her tight ass.
"You are beautiful, Amy," I whispered.
"Get your hands on this beautiful body," she commanded.
I wasted no time and climbed beside her. Her ass squirmed beneath me, hungry for my touch. Finally, I gave it to her.
"Yessss," she purred.
My fingers tracked over the heaving skin of her ass, so soft yet so firm beneath. I was reminded of our first night together, when she desperately tried to get my fingers on her back door. This time, she didn't have to worry. I let my fingers dip over her private spot, then I went to massaging the ring of muscle. A continuous string of sighs and hums told me that I was doing the right things.
When I felt her ring relax, I reached for the lube and flicked open the lid. Amy's breath caught in her throat, and her ass hiked up expectantly.
I drizzled some lube on a finger, then placed it at her ass.
"Ummmmmm," she purred, and I felt her gently push out, relaxing her sphincter for me. My finger pushed inside, slowly, gently, gaining entrance to her most private space. I stopped at her second ring, and waited for it to relax fully before I pushed in. Then I gently withdrew, and slowly pushed in further.
"Ohhhh, God," Amy groaned with her face firmly pressed into the mattress. Her ass waved in the air, pushing back when I pushed inside, and withdrawing when I did the same. Soon, I had my finger buried to the root, and I began slowly taking long strokes in her ass.
"Yeahhhhh," she encouraged. As Amy got excited, she tilted her ass further up and drove back harder, signaling me to push harder myself. Soon, I was sawing my finger in deeply, pressing the rest of my hand firmly against the cheeks of her ass.
Amy whimpered and moaned, her hair splayed around her buried face. All her attention was on the finger doing magic to her ass.
"Ready for a little more?" I whispered.
"Pleasssse," she whispered back.
I slowly withdrew my finger and joined it to another, drizzling lube over them both. Amy's ass humped in the air, missing the feeling inside her. She moaned when my fingers reconnected with her ass.
I took this very slow, letting Amy adjust to the feeling of size. Again, her ass relaxed, and I felt the resistance fade and my fingers start to spread the ring of muscle. They slid forward, then waited at her second ring. It relaxed, and I ever-so-gently pushed inside. I let the ring open up, then slid my fingers out a bit, letting her rest. Then back in, and this time she relaxed fully, willing me into her body. She pushed with her hips, and my fingers slid to the second knuckle, accompanied by a lusty moan. I stopped there, and slowly pulled a little way out.
"Ahhhhh," she encouraged on the next push. I went just a bit further, then back out. Each time, a little further. Finally, I reached the end.
"So good," she murmured. Her hips tilted up again, and she offered me everything. Emboldened, I pushed harder, and slightly rotated with each stroke. Her back arched, and her ass rose to meet me. She was loving this.
We got into a rhythm, and I sawed more firmly. I started rotating my fingers all around, stretching her open, readying her if she wanted to go further with this. I needn't have wondered.
"Eric, I want you inside me. Now. I'm ready," Amy directed.
"I know you are," I answered. "I'm going to sit back against your headboard, and you're going to lower yourself down on me."
"Fantastic."
I crawled up beside her and settled back against the headboard, stretching my legs in front of me. Amy lifted herself from the bed and straddled my legs. I handed her the lube, and she drizzled another measure over my cock. I shivered as her hand expertly jacked my cock while she spread it around.
Still holding my cock, Amy worked her knees forward until she loomed above me. I looked up into her smile and the wild edges around her eyes. Amy carefully positioned my cock at her back entrance. We both sighed when the head nestled at her outer ring. Her eyes never left mine as she slowly lowered her hips. Surprisingly, I didn't feel much resistance as she opened to receive me. I saw the same feeling in her eyes. When I hit the inner ring, I did feel resistance, but Amy slowed down and let herself adjust. Suddenly, her eyes went wide as her inner ring relaxed. We both knew that this was going to work.
Amy's inner ring caressed the head of my cock in hot velvet, sliding open slowly but surely. She stopped, rose slightly, and sunk back down. Her ass opened up a little more, and on the next descent, the head slipped inside. My hands found her cheeks and caressed.
"Ohhhhhh," she breathed. Her eyes smiled down at mine while she continued to work me inside her. I let her see the arousal she created in me. Her ass was hot, smooth, and tight. Up and down she went.
"We're doing it," she wondered aloud.
"Yeah. Amy, you're incredible," I answered back.
"This is so hot." Amy's hands reached back and spread her cheeks apart. She arched her back and lowered herself down; I felt her cheeks brush my legs. Within a few more strokes, she rested her full weight, my cock driven all the way inside her.
I tore myself away from the mind-blowing situation in front of me: a beautiful, horny, hot, woman astride my hips with my cock buried to the hilt in her ass. I needed to focus somewhere else before my cock erupted from the sheer eroticism of it all. Amy was an excellent place to focus, so I slid my hands around to her jutting breasts, cupping and squeezing the nipples.
"Yesssss," she hissed, sinking down so my cock impaled her ass. I tilted my head back, and Amy took the hint, lowering her lips down. She kissed me hungrily, pushing her tongue into a sweet duel with mine.
Amy snaked above me, her body responding to the exquisite feelings coursing throughout. Her lips stayed glued to mine, and her breath came hot and hard.
I made sure I remembered which hand had stayed out of her ass, and then I let it trail down her side. I felt the smile on her lips.
"Oh, yeah," she moaned into my mouth. My hand slowly worked between her legs.
"Uhhhhhh." Her swollen pussy pushed hard into my hand. It was soaked with arousal, and I spread my fingers, keeping the pressure indirect. Amy made it difficult, twisting and pushing her hips to drive her clit into me. I circled around it, concentrating hard to keep her frustrated and keep me from blowing my stack.
Amy sped her motions, taking long drags up and down my pole. I could sense her shift from tentative motions to full on stroking, secure in the pleasure radiating from her ass. I relented and let my fingers converge on her engorged clit.
"Ahhhh," she sighed in relief. I curled my index finger and let her rut her clit against it. She mashed her pussy into me, her breath coming in short gasps. I continued to concentrate on her clit, thinking about anything but the goddess astride my hips.
"Oh, God, Eric, I'm going to cum," she announced, pulling away from me.
I finally allowed myself to look back into her eyes. Our connection leapt to life, and I felt my shaft swell and harden to pure steel as I looked at the unalloyed lust radiating from Amy. I pinched her clit in my fingers, and by other hand did the same with her nipple, pulling hard. My own orgasm built down below, waiting to boil over. I squeezed back, holding off.
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she panted in time to her thrusts. Then, her body tensed as her orgasm gathered force. Her pants got higher in pitch, then she threw her head back and cried out as the first spasm ripped through her. I felt her pussy tense, then her breath caught and she screamed as her ass rebounded from my hard dick inside. I heard more incoherent cries tear from her throat, and then my own orgasm demanded its due. I howled out my release as the first blast jetted up through my cock, spraying deep into her convulsing bowels. Blast after blast continued, the pleasure from her clamping ass nearly unbearable. My balls just continued to empty into her.
After I don't know how long, I felt her body slump against me. I released her nipple and lessened the pressure on her clit while we both whimpered and twitched through the aftershocks. We took our time.
Finally, I opened my eyes again to see hers looking deeply into mine. I could sense the slight smile playing on her face.
"Wow. What happened?" she wondered.
"That's called soul-crashing."
"Boy did it ever," she said and laughed. I laughed with her, both of us twitching with our most sensitive spots still connected. Amy calmed down and then bent down to kiss me.
"Thanks, Eric, for being so gentle with me. That was unbelievably good."
"You are so welcome, Amy. I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be."
We kissed deeply, thanking each other with our lips.
"Ready, Eric?" Amy pulled back and asked, looking again into my eyes.
"Yes, Amy," I responded.
Still connecting with her eyes, I felt Amy raise herself from me. She twitched as my head passed her rings, and then smiled at my whimper when her sphincter closed over the retreating head. I slid down and she lowered herself beside me.
"Ahhhhh. I didn't realize how stiff I was," she admitted, looking up at the ceiling.
"I think we were both a bit wrapped up in the moment," I answered, reaching down to gently massage her thighs.
"Feels good," she breathed.
I continued to work my hands over her skin as her eyes closed. Feeling her drifting off, I pulled the covers over us, then rested my head on her shoulder and draped my arm over her. She snuggled into me and sighed, and I allowed slumber to overtake me.
My mind wandered in deep dreams, no doubt fueled by the powerful lovemaking of the night before. Finally, the fog lifted, and morning's light filtered through the curtains as I opened my eyes.
I just rested and enjoyed the peace, Amy's breathing slow and steady beside me. Then it caught, and she drew in a deep breath as her eyes opened. They blinked and turned to find mine.
"Morning, Amy," I said gently, smiling into her eyes.
"Morning, Eric." Amy smiled back and leaned in to kiss me. We hugged tight.
"What a night," she said when she pulled back. "I slept fantastic. How about you?"
"Solid and deep," I answered. "I didn't wake until a few minutes ago. Everything is right with the world."
"Let me guess. Great dinner, great companion, fantastic sex, deep sleep. Is that your formula for happiness?"
"Pretty much," I laughed back. "You have to admit: It's hard to beat."
"Well, the sex _was_ fantastic. You finally took me there, Eric."
"And you were unbelievable, Amy. It took everything I had to keep from blowing it the second you lowered yourself onto me."
"I could see it in your eyes," she said, smiling. "But then the tables turned when I came. I've never felt anything that intense."
"You were totally lost," I reminisced. "Head thrown back; animal noises coming from your throat. It was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
Amy blushed. "It's a little embarrassing to admit how much I liked that."
I smiled back. "You were open and vulnerable. I loved it."
"You're the one guy I can open up with," she said.
"Don't ever change," I answered.
Amy's arms slinked around me and pulled me in a tight hug, saying everything with her body.
"Ready for a shower?" Amy asked when we eventually disentangled.
"Great idea," I answered. We helped each up and padded into the bathroom hand- in-hand.
Soaping her back, I asked a question. "Amy, were you okay with me touching you after my fingers had been in your back door?"
She laughed. "I don't think I even noticed, but yes, I'm fine. Your hands felt pretty good on my chest, and I know you take care where you put them. Keep it up."
"Keep it up, huh? So there's going to be a second time?"
"Oh, yeah. There is _definitely_ going to be a second time." I burst out laughing, and Amy joined me.
"Let's get finished, and I'll cook you breakfast. I'm ravenous," I said.
"Need to get your strength back after ravishing me?"
"Exactly."
We finished up, and I found breakfast fixings in Amy's refrigerator. "Expecting company?" I asked.
"I figured that I'd have some horny guy over this weekend, and that he would need food after a night with me."
"You're not kidding," I agreed. I got busy while she sat at a barstool.
"Kind of fun to have someone else cook in my house," she observed.
"Just remember, not every horny guy treats you this well."
"No guy has _ever_ treated me that well, in bed or out."
"No girl's ever treated me that well either," I answered, looking up from our omelets to see her dancing eyes. "Not even close."
"Not even Lisa?" she asked mischievously.
She caught me off guard, but I quickly recovered. "Lisa and I were a good pair. But there is something about _us_ , Amy, that goes beyond anything I've known."
"I know _exactly_ what you mean," she laughed. "But I still like to tease you."
"Yeah, I don't see that changing."
"You wouldn't want it to." I looked up and she winked. I laughed, knowing she was right.
We went bicycling, getting down to the river and having a snack for a break. On the way home, we pedaled by a park and took a break under a shade tree. We both lay down and looked up into the leaves.
"Eric, thanks again for last night. It was amazing. It didn't hurt, and you felt really, really good inside me."
"I'm a lucky guy to get thanked for what we did last night," I answered to a chuckle from Amy. "But you're welcome. When two people take the time to build trust and experience with anal sex, it can be fantastic. You've learned to trust me, and more importantly, you've learned to trust yourself. When I gave what you call my 'little speech on the subject,' that's what I meant. I'm really glad that you enjoyed it."
Amy took my hand and squeezed hard.
We spent the weekend mostly together, visiting friends and making love. I marveled again at how much fun Amy was to be around. I stumbled out of her bed Monday morning and got back to my place in time to get ready for work.
"Jennifer would like to meet you for a drink," Amy said later that week over the phone.
"Just me?" Like any guy, I was playing this cautiously.
"Just you. I told her I'd ask. I think she has some things she wants to tell you. Probably about me, or about us. She's a good friend, so I trust her instincts. Interested in hearing what she has to say?"
"You're not afraid she's going to share some deep, dark, secret or misgiving?"
"You've seen her look at us, Eric. Does she _look_ like she has any misgivings?"
"No, she sure doesn't," I admitted. "Yeah, I'd be happy to meet her. Maybe I can gain some leverage over you, anyway."
"Don't think you have enough already?"
"Never hurts to have more, especially with a sorceress like you."
Amy laughed. "You're learning, Eric."
So that's how I found myself waiting Friday evening at place Jennifer suggested. Classy, with just enough noise to make private conversation possible. I didn't wait long before she appeared, decked out in a sundress. Fortunately, I had followed Amy's advice and dressed decently myself.
"You look stunning, Jennifer," I said. "What can I get you?"
"My, my, a compliment and a polite offer. Amy's doing well with you. Gin and tonic, thank you." Jennifer settled into the chair I offered, crossing her legs and displaying a lot of tanned thigh. Her brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing an elegant face dominated by piercing green eyes. I carefully kept my eyes away from her chest, but I could sense that a hint of cleavage led the eye down to nicely swelling curves. Jennifer smiled at everything that crossed my mind.
"Such a gentleman," she purred. "Feel a little naughty, meeting another woman while your girlfriend is at home?"
"A little, yes. So I'm happy that the woman's such good company."
Jennifer laughed. "Eric. You are the devil himself! You're passing this part of the test extremely well. Now, how is your mother? I still remember talking to her when she visited."
I responded, knowing that Jennifer was seeking her opportunity to pounce. She took her time, and we both chatted about all manner of things.
"Like another?" I asked when her glass was empty.
"Please."
Our drinks came, and she picked hers up. I did the same, and just as I was about to sip, she hit me.
"Amy really likes you, you know."
I played it as cool as I could, taking a sip and leaning back while I bought time. I'd always had trouble responding to that line, starting back in second grade.
"Probably not as much as I like her," I said, feeling pleased with an answer that didn't sound lame or arrogant.
She smiled. "I'm not so sure about that. But I _am_ sure that neither of you actually knows how deep it goes. How could you? You have a lifetime to find out."
"A lifetime, huh?"
Jennifer didn't answer. She just looked at me.
"Anyway," she went on, "I wanted to do you both a favor. You're both made for each other. But eventually, something Amy does will get under your skin. When that happens, you will remember this conversation, and how much you appreciate everything about Amy. What a great person and friend she is. How athletic and beautiful she is. How much fun she is. And most importantly, how wicked she is. She can be an innocent little girl, a quick-witted sparring partner, and every man's wet dream—however she chooses. Do you know what I'm talking about?"
"I think you know the answer to that, Jennifer."
"Tell me, Eric, so _you'll_ remember. What is it about Amy that you appreciate most?"
"She just a hell of a lot of fun to be around. She keeps me on my toes, in a good way."
"She's your equal, Eric. She's your partner in crime, now and forever. There aren't many that can make that cut."
"A little compliment for me? I don't think I've ever heard that from you, Jennifer. I'm flattered."
She smiled, a wide, genuine smile from deep inside. "I always give my favorite people the most hell. If you'd tried your luck with me, Eric, you might be surprised where it would have led. But I'm happy you didn't. Amy is the girl for you, and you are _definitely_ the boy for her. Make sure you cherish her. She's glowing so bright right now, I'll know when you're not treating her right."
I laughed. "You have a way of just knowing things, Jennifer."
"And even I get it wrong, sometimes," she pouted. Her green eyes fixed on mine. "I have to retract a certain statement I made about what women want and don't want."
I felt my cheeks get hot. "I'll give you a pass on whatever it is you're thinking about."
Jennifer chuckled. "Amy let me off the hook in much the same way. It was fun to make her squirm—the chances don't come that often. You either."
I smiled back at her.
"Sometimes silence makes the best answer, does it not?" she said daintily.
"Indeed."
Jennifer burst out laughing. "This little rendezvous is even more fun than I thought it would be."
"You have an interesting conception of the word 'fun,' but then, so do I."
"And so does Amy," Jennifer added. "Now, I wouldn't be doing my job without extracting at least one more thing that you appreciate about her. Any ideas?"
"Yeah," I said, looking into Jennifer's eyes. "Amy goes deep—way deep. There's a lot to explore, and I like exploring."
"Both your answers were about who Amy is on the inside, and that has staying power. Sure, she's gorgeous, but there are other gorgeous girls. Me, for instance."
I dipped my head in acknowledgement.
"But there's no one quite like her, is there?"
"That's what my heart tells me." Wow, I had said a lot.
Jennifer smiled. "Thanks for sharing that, Eric. You let your guard down a bit, but your heart wanted to. I'll save that for a special time with Amy. She'll love you all the more for telling me."
I bowed my head once more. Then I looked up. "Thank _you_ , Jennifer."
Those green eyes fixed on me again. "Say more."
"Meeting me; having this conversation. It shows you care about Amy—a lot, and that you care about me. Also, I can feel something coming from Amy through you. You're glowing a bit too, for your friend."
"Very perceptive, Eric. You're welcome. Now, I'd best be going soon, before this rendezvous becomes more fun than it should. You'll remember what we talked about?"
I looked into her eyes. "Yes. I will remember."
"Amy said she'd remember as well," she added, getting up. I got up with her. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "Lucky devil," she whispered before spinning around and walking off. I knew she wanted me to wonder who she meant. At least I got a chance to check her out as she waltzed out the door—she knew she looked good.
"Nice lady," the bartender offered.
"Extremely," I agreed.
I called Amy when I got to the car. Of course, she didn't answer.
Later, she called.
"We both laughed when your call came in. We had a bet on how long it would take."
"Even I'm smart enough to call my girl after meeting one of her friends for a drink."
Amy laughed. "I'm taking you out tonight, Eric. Jennifer gave a _very_ positive report on her little mission. Said that you were incredible—that you did everything right. She had to string out the good parts—too much to tell me in one day. You must have really turned on the charm."
"I'm buttering her up in case this doesn't work out."
Amy's laugh got me laughing as well. "Anyway, Mr. Comedian, get over here."
Amy treated me to a great dinner, her sparkle heightening the good vibes. Driving back, she looked over.
"Jennifer told me about how she dressed to kill, and how you admired her yet kept your gaze carefully on her eyes. She definitely noticed that you wanted to pass her little test. Would you like to join me for another little test tonight? This time, it's about how much you _can_ look at all of my body."
"I like that test."
"I figured you would."
We spent another great weekend together, featuring some great lovemaking, of course. We stayed in touch over the phone during the week, planning to meet Friday after work. Bedtime Thursday evening, my phone rang.
"Hello, Amy, how are you doing?" I answered.
Her voice was low and throaty. "I need something really bad, and you're the only person who can give it to me."
My cock stirred—this sounded interesting. "Anything. How can I help?"
"Anything? I'll have to think about that. But I know what I need right now. I'm lying naked on my bed, face down. There are candles everywhere. I need something from you, badly, deeply. Can you come over and help?"
My cock was rock hard. "I'll be right over."
"Leave your clothes by the door. Hurry."
I did hurry, unlocking and easing her door open to see soft candlelight. I stepped in, locked the door behind me, and jumped out of my clothes. A trail of candles led back to her room. I followed them to the flickering light pouring from her open door.
"Amy..." my breath caught in my throat.
"Eric. Thank you so much for coming." She was stretched out on the bed, candles everywhere, and a bottle of lubricant near her ass. My pulse leapt at least 30 beats.
"I am _so_ worked up, so horny, so frustrated," she continued. "Do you know what I need?"
I looked down to see her legs slightly spread, her knees pushed into the bed, and her ass thrusting into the air. Her hands were under her chest, playing with her nipples.
"I think I've got it figured out," I chuckled. "And I can _definitely_ help with your little problem." I stretched out on my side beside her. "Would you like to snuggle back into me and let me play with you for a bit?"
"Ohhhh, I'd love that," Amy replied, rolling back into me. Her ass found my cock and she squirmed until I was nestled securely between her cheeks. The she pushed back hard, moaning and grinding. I reached around to palm a breast, testing its weight and feeling the hard nub of her nipple jutting out. I gathered my fingers and squeezed the nipple, pulling it out and twisting.
"Yeesssss," she hissed, shoving her ass into my cock. I felt the slight roughness of her anus drag along the underside. Amy was on fire, and I let her build the heat higher. She rippled into me for several minutes, and her ass kept moving up until the head of my cock found her back door. She purred and twisted, trying to get me inside her. My precum had slicked everything back there, and Amy strained to use that as lubrication. I smiled to myself—she wanted it bad. She was just where I wanted her.
"Okay, babe. Back on your tummy."
"Ummmmmm." She rolled over and spread her legs, hiking her ass up. I got the lubricant and drizzled some over a finger, then slid it down to tease her opening. She squirmed under me, fighting to get my finger deeper in her ass. Finally, I held my finger still to let her impale herself. With a long moan, she jacked her ass up, and my finger slid inside easily. Amy started rocking her hips, pumping my finger back and forth. I could feel how relaxed she was as I started twisting inside her. On one of her thrusts, I pushed as well.
"Ohhhh," she whispered when I bottomed out, the rest of my hand possessively palming her ass. I let her enjoy the sensation of giving over her ass for a while, then I slowly withdrew to the sound of her whimpering.
I drizzled more lube on two fingers now and moved them back to her opening. More gently this time, I let her squirm against them and slowly draw them inside. Her outer ring opened easily, but I paused at her inner ring. Amy sighed, and I felt her relax and push out. My fingers moved inward, and I paused, backed out slightly, then let her draw them inside again. In a few cycles, I was buried anew to another sigh of satisfaction from Amy.
Again, I let Amy thrust into me while I gently twisted my fingers, relaxing the full circumference of her sphincter. I also tuned into Amy, feeling out her excitement level and her readiness for more. She was turned on but also deeply relaxed, fully enjoying what we were doing together. I could find no anxiety of what was to come. My eyes told me the same story. Amy's body writhed under me, her fingers still clamped to her nipples.
"You ready for me inside you?"
"I thought you'd never ask," she responded from somewhere far away. Before I could say anything more, she drew her knees forward and lifted herself up, hiking her ass into the air with my fingers still buried inside. I saw her pull her arms in and raise her chest as well, resting on her elbows with her arms crossed under her, pulling at her hanging nipples. I didn't think it possible, but my cock hardened further at the sight. I let her get used to this new position, then I flipped the lid open on the lube and drizzled another portion onto my cock with my other hand.
I shuffled forward and rested the head of my cock beside my fingers sawing in and out of her.
"Eric. Please."
I relented and slowly withdrew my fingers to another gentle whimper from Amy. I got the head of my cock positioned at her entrance and let her set the pace. She sighed and slowly pushed herself back. I felt the head open up her outer sphincter, then I felt the pressure from the inner ring. Amy backed away a bit, then pushed back again. Her inner ring slowly expanded, feeling like a gentle wave riding along the head of my cock. It wasn't so much a sense of penetrating as it was a sense of her relaxing. Suddenly the pressure eased.
"Oh, God," she sighed. We both knew that I was in. Amy paused to adjust to the new sensations, then she started rocking her hips little by little, drawing me deeper and then pulling back. Her tunnel was a furnace, bathing my cock in liquid heat and pressure. I watched my cock progressively sink into her until her cheeks touched my groin.
"This feels _so_ good," she breathed.
"This feels _fantastic_ ," I answered back. In fact, she felt so fantastic that I drew my focus completely onto her, delaying the volcano building inside me. I traced my fingers over her legs and back, feeling the sparks flow between us. Amy sinuously twisted her hips, exploring and drawing out all the sensations inside and around her ass. Her moans and whimpers attested to the raw pleasure coursing through her body. I slowly pushed and pulled, letting her control the pace and depth.
Then I saw it—the movement of one of her hands back between her legs. She dropped her head down to steady herself on the bed, and then she sighed as her fingers found her slippery folds.
She started slow, not wanting to rush to orgasm too quickly. I could tell: she was blending the new sensations coming from her ass with the familiar tingle of her pussy lips. I let her explore.
Soon enough, her body shifted gear, and she moved from the tentative to the confident. Her ass pushed back hard, and I met her thrusts. She groaned, grinding her hips each time we bottomed out. Her fingers picked up speed on her pussy, occasionally tickling my balls. Amy was in the zone, ass full of cock and loving it.
_Is there anything better than this?_ A gorgeous woman, turned on beyond belief, dancing on the end of my cock. Better yet, she loved me, and if I was honest with myself, I loved her just as much.
Amy's breath now came in grunts, timed with her rocking into me. We started to bounce into each other, and I grabbed her hips to pull her back with authority.
"Oh, fuck yes," she groaned. Her fingers gave her pussy a workout that I could feel in her ass. Enough playing around. She was pushing for an orgasm—now.
"That's it, baby," I encouraged. "Ride it hard." I squeezed down on the eruption threatening to blow inside me, hoping I could make it until Amy was ready.
"Oh, yeah. I'm gonna cum soon," she panted. Small pinpricks of sweat broke out on her skin. She pushed, and twisted, and gasped her way into pure lust. I could feel her muscles tense, and then I knew it: she was beyond the point of no return.
"I'm cumming!" she yelled, and rammed into me. I met her and held on. Her voice dissolved into guttural grunts and moans as she came, hard. Her ass pulsed around my rod and then rebounded back, causing her to shriek in delight. Her orgasm ripped my own from deep within me, and I howled as my semen struggled and spurted past her clutching sphincter, doubling the pleasure.
My memory of the next several moments is hazy, occupied as I was by mindless ecstasy. However, I have a vision of Amy throwing her head back, gutting out an orgasm that was so powerful it was almost painful. She whimpered and moaned through the contractions, truly heedless of what she looked like.
We slowly came back to reality, twitching with the aftershocks as always. Amy cupped her pussy, and I stayed deep inside her, both of us drawing out the last remnants of our union.
"Oh. My. God." Amy finally exclaimed.
"Soul-crashing?"
"Big time."
I smiled. "You were truly beautiful."
Amy chuckled. "So you think a girl screaming out in mindless ecstasy is beautiful, huh?"
"Every time."
We eventually got disentangled and lay down next to each other for a rest.
"Like to share a shower before we go to sleep?" Amy asked.
"Showering with a pretty girl? I'm always up for that."
"No doubt. Now go get the water started, funny guy."
I stood and offered a hand out to her. She smiled and took it, looking radiant in her post-orgasmic glow. She shooed me into the bathroom to get the water started. While I was adjusting the spray, I sensed her coming in and putting something on the top of the shower enclosure.
When I stepped back to let the water warm, she pulled me to her for a hug and kiss.
"Thank you, Eric. That was fantastic."
"Amy, like I said before. I don't think _you_ need to be thanking _me_."
She laughed. "Keep up the compliments, Eric. You'll get everywhere with them."
She tested the water and pulled me inside. We started soaping each other up, and I could sense something playful in her blue eyes. When I got to her breasts, she gasped and moaned.
"Get them _really_ clean," she said a little breathlessly. My cock stirred. This girl continued to amaze me.
Amy reached up and gave me a kiss. "Maybe if I turn around, your hands will fit them better." With that, she spun around and nestled back against me. I brought my hands back to her breasts, and she maneuvered my cock between the cheeks of her ass.
"Yeah. Really, really, clean," she directed. When she tilted her head back for a kiss, my cock hardened. She moaned into my mouth and started grinding her ass back into me.
She was hot and wanting. Her nipples stiffened in my hand, and I took them in my fingers. Amy sighed her assent, and I started rolling the hard nubs. Her ass danced around my cock, and I took her moans as hints to squeeze and pull her nipples harder. Amy's tongue burned in my mouth.
Amy broke our kiss to arch her back, and I felt her slight roughness of her anus drag along the underside of my cock.
"I could do it again—if you want to," she said, looking back at me.
"Are you sure?"
"Lube's up on the railing. That tell you how sure I am?" she said breathlessly. If her words didn't convince me, I had her body grinding all over me for evidence of her passion.
For an answer, I dropped my hands onto her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, grinding my cock deep into her crack.
"Oh, God," she exclaimed, crushing her ass back against me. I got my hands back on her breasts and squeezed her nipples hard. Amy was in the mood to want it a little rougher.
"Yesssss," she hissed. I let her grind against me, peaking her passion level.
After a spell, her ass shifted, and I knew she was seeking out the head of my cock. I dropped a hand to guide it to her pucker, and she moaned. I backed up to the wall and leaned against it, letting her dictate the pressure she wanted to apply.
Amy took the hint, grinding back against me. She twisted and writhed her ass, trying to pull me inside with the copious pre-cum leaking out of my cock. The head had already disappeared into her welcoming outer ring. _OK, she really wants it,_ I thought to myself. I reached up to get the lube, not wanting her zeal to push things too fast.
"Ummmmm," Amy purred when she heard the snap of the bottle. I considered letting her go straight with my cock, but saved that for another day. She might want a little pain in the future, but these first times should be relaxed and easy. I drizzled some lube over a finger and started the same gentle stretching routine I did before. Amy made it go faster this time—she was hot to trot. When she was sawing easily on two fingers, I got my cock lubed and placed it at her entrance.
"Oh, yeah," she breathed, and she started pushing back into me. With me leaning against the wall, Amy was in complete control. She went a lot faster than I would have, and soon my head could feel the velvet caress of her inner ring opening up. Amy kept steady pressure on me, and I slid past.
We gasped together, lost in the sensations. Amy worked back and forth, driving me deep into her. When her cheeks touched my groin, she sighed in victory. On the next couple of strokes, she had her cheeks flattened against me.
"God, this is good," she exclaimed, reveling in the ability to do whatever she wanted. I could feel more and more of her weight pin me back as she pushed deeper than I would ever have done. I watched her hand slink down between her legs, and I got my own hands back on her swollen nipples, matching the pressure she was applying to me.
Amy started twisting her ass with each stroke, getting lots of skin contact before flattening against me. Her fingers worked her pussy with firm strokes that I could feel through my cock.
Fortunately, I had emptied my balls into her once already this evening, so I was able to relax about blowing it too soon. I leaned back and enjoyed the sight of Amy's body writhing in pleasure, her hair hanging in wet strands down her back. This was all her, and she was completely loving working my cock deep into her bowels.
Amy's fingers picked up the pace, and I felt them shift to concentrate on her clit. I let my body respond to hers, and she drew me along the road to climax. My cock pistoned smoothly in the hot, tight, caress of her back tunnel.
Her gasps increased in pitch, and her fingers sped to a blur. My orgasm pooled in my balls, and the tension radiated out through my limbs. I looked down, and Amy's body was rigid, just rocking on her feet to slam into me.
"Oh, God, I'm cumming again!" she cried, and then I felt the spasms rip through her ass. Amy lost it, shaking and grunting hoarsely through another incredible orgasm. Her climax launched my own, and I blew another load deep into her bowels. I had just enough brain cells functioning to grab Amy to keep her from falling over in the shower.
Just like before, we both whimpered and twitched our way back to earth.
"Wow." I didn't know what else to say.
"Soul-crashing," she said and giggled. I twitched with my sensitive cock still in her ass causing her to giggle louder. We both ended up laughing, although my laughs were punctuated by gasps.
"Should I have mercy?" she asked.
"Please."
Amy gently pulled forward, and I slowly withdrew from her tunnel. Her sphincter closed over my head, and we both jumped a little as I pulled free. Amy stretched back upright and turned around. I looked into her eyes and pulled her close for a kiss.
"You're too good to be true," I sighed when we pulled back.
Amy's blue eyes danced, and she pinned me to the wall for another long kiss.
We eventually disentangled and got cleaned up, this time without any further extracurricular activities. We dried each other off, and I held Amy's hand back to the bed. We climbed in and spooned together, thanking each other for the evening and both falling deeply asleep.
The alarm pulled us back from our slumber. We jumped in for another quick shower.
"Last time we were in here, you took advantage of me," Amy said playfully.
"Uh, right," I answered. "I look at it more as helping a desperate woman get what she sorely needed."
"And you did it _so_ well. Maybe I'll need you to do that again."
"I sure as hell hope so."
Amy laughed and swatted my ass.
"So, tell me, Amy," I continued. "What would you have done if I couldn't come over?"
Amy looked up at me, straight into my eyes. "Let's see, Eric. I call you and offer a night with a perfect piece of ass. Somehow, I had a feeling that you'd accept. But if you hadn't been home, I guess I would have just fantasized about what would happen and take care of it myself. Know what I mean?"
I laughed. "I do. And you're right. You have my number as far as your ass."
"By the way," she said looking up at me. "It was fantastic. I'm glad I've done this little project your way. Like you said, when I'm that horny, I think only of the good feelings to come, and I'm totally relaxed about what we're doing."
"I'm glad you played along, Amy. You've been amazing."
"So are the orgasms. 'Soul-crashing' is right. I can't believe how intense they are."
"Your back door wants to contract during your orgasm, but my cock prevents that. Your ass then rebounds outward, greatly increasing the pleasure. So now you get it."
"I 'got it' alright!" We both laughed and finished getting each other cleaned up. After another smoldering kiss, I quickly stopped my place to get some new clothes and get to work.
We spent another weekend together, and ended up Sunday evening at Amy's place. She made us dinner, and we sparred and laughed our way through another meal.
I swirled the wine in my glass and looked over at Amy. "I think it's time to discuss something."
"Yes?" she answered, her face a bit more serious.
"As much as I've enjoyed it, I think we've fulfilled a narrow definition of our original package deal."
A bit of color tinted her cheeks. "I'll have to agree that you are correct. But you said 'narrow.' What might a broader definition include?"
I leaned back. "A broader definition would be comprehensive in every sense of the word. It could take a long time—a very long time—to fulfill. It's probably something we'd want to think about before committing ourselves."
Amy looked at me for a long time. Her eyes sparkled. "I think you'll find me willing to discuss the particulars of a comprehensive deal anytime you're ready." She let that linger in the air. "In the meantime, I'm more than happy to broaden the original deal one step at a time. It's been working quite well for me."
We eventually did commit to a "comprehensive" deal, and I realized that a lifetime was too short to understand everything about Amy—goddess, mother, friend, lover. She remained "horny and frustrated" throughout, and I was more than happy to relieve her tensions and keep her back door satisfied. She still blushed a bit when the kids asked about how Mommy and Daddy met, but we got by with the story of us "living in the same condo complex and running into each other all the time." Maybe someday we'll tell the kids a bit more of the truth.
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59 | Adult Theatre | TannedTop | Anal | 2021-08-01 | 2021-08-01 | 2022-01-08 09:48:57 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/adult-theatre-1 | Adult Theatre Action. | [''] | 4.37 | Even though it happened a while ago I still get excited thinking about the event.
I had gone to San Diego on a business venture. The day was long and boring. Meetings, socializing and taking time to talk about really nothing.
When the day was through I really needed a place to relax.
I knew of a book store that had an arcade and theatre on its site...so once I cleaned up in my hotel room I was off for some fun time.
At the location I first took a brose through the store looking at items and checking the prices. I also spent a little time looking at nice sized dildos and thinking about past adventures in using them. This got me a bit excited and I went into the arcade.
I put a few bucks into the machine and scanned the different videos stopping at on where a guy was getting a nice deep blowjob. That wet mouth was doing a number on this guy's tool.
I was wearing some exercise shorts so I pulled the pant leg aside and pulled my dick out for some hand manipulation. Soon I was stroking a nice hard-on and liking the movie...but I wanted more than watching and jerking.
When my money ran out I tucked my dick back into my shorts (which was a little difficult to do as it was hard and really wanted some air) and paid to go into the theatre. I tried to hide the extended carrot in my pants as I walked through the showroom...but I don't really think I did that good of a job as I did get some looks from guys strolling the floor
Inside the door there were two options...go left and watch some male-female action or go right and watch some man-man action...I went right!
I found a seat in the middle of the small theatre and watched some hot action of a guy sucking another nice sized dick while getting his ass fucked by an even nicer cock.
Old glory of mine was even harder now and peeking out of my pant leg on its own.
I pulled the material aside and began stroking again as I locked on the action on the screen.
My hand was doing a nice job keeping me excited...so much so that I didn't notice a guy take a seat next to me. I notice he was there when he reached over to grab my hand...pull it off my cock...and replace it with his.
I just put my arms on the armrest and let this man do the work of making me hard and horny.
His technique was smooth sliding and squeezing of my thickness. Every once and a while he'd grip the head of my cock and rotate around it giving me a beautiful tingling sensation before returning to stroking me again.
On one such move he noticed I had some pre-cum oozing out my hole, "We can't have this making a mess on your shorts!" the stranger said to me and then licked the clear liquid off his hand while moving into position between my legs.
In the movie lit theatre this man got on the floor between my legs and work my shorts down exposing my nakedness below my shirt. He got my shorts off around my shoes and draped them over an armrest.
His hand returned to stroking me keeping me hard and wanting. With each stroke his face moved slowly closer and closer to the tip of my cock.
My eyes were not on the movie anymore but looking at this stranger in anticipation of his mouth coming in contact with my needs.
Then he was there...licking around my cockhead, up and down the shaft, trailing the action of his stroking hand, his warm breath on my sensitive skin, playing with my ecstasy and then I felt it!
Lips opened and slowly my cock disappeared into his mouth.
His squeezing hand was replaced by a wet squeezing mouth with a tantalizing lapping tongue working the shaft.
He descended slowly...only an inch...then up...tongue getting my hardness wet.
Then more into his mouth...inch by inch he took me in until I could no longer look at the screen by lay my head back and fully enjoy the sensation he was giving me.
His hands were not idle...they were moving up and down my hips to my chest, lightly touching and when he got to my nipples, playfully pinching them to further the excitement.
His mouth was heaven and I figured others must be watching because you can't hide this kind of action in a small dark theatre...and I was right!
My head was laid back in my seat, eyes closed and my mind lost in the sensations that were going on between my legs.
I felt hands on the side of my head turning it to the right. When I opened my eyes there before me was a nice hard cock that beckoned my attention.
Lost in the moment I did what was expected...I opened my mouth and let this other stranger take command of my mouth.
Feeding me his cock with his hands controlling the positioning of my head.
I got a firm grip on the armrests of my seat as my cock and mouth were being attended to.
My head held firm as this cock touched to beginning of my throat. Back and forth letting me get accustomed to being used. I opened up as best I could and that cock did find the door to my throat! This caused my face fucker to really drive himself into my face.
When he pulled backI could taste the pre-cum as he allowed me to suck and lap his rod to depth.
I figured my cock sucker could see the action because between up and down action I could hear him say, "Yes! That's it!"
The cock in my mouth was having no objections to getting what it wanted...my throat and cumming hard!
My face fucker was now telling me how close he was to cumming and pulled my face to his groin, "Yes! Yes!" and there it came. Hot gushing cum was fired into my throat. He held me to his body as he fired away into me. Some of his cum dripped out of the side of my mouth...but no one cared.
Once emptied he pumped my face a few times before pulling out.
As soon as the cock left my mouth my cock sucker grabbed my hips, got me to stand and turn around.
The seat folded up as he turned me so I was now standing in the space between the armrests and my back to the screen.
He slid between my legs, sitting on the floor facing my cock and once again took me to depth sucking with more earnest
As I was turning around I notice other men had gathered around my seat and had their cocks out. Once in the reverse position I felt another hand on the back of my head guiding me to another cock that wanted my mouth...I didn't resist.
The cock went in and a sigh came from its owner. He too began to use my mouth as his fuck toy. This cock was not as thick as the one before but it was thin and long so going in and out of my throat was a little easier for me to handle.
I wasn't fighting anything. In reality I just let myself go with the action around me with no care of who was watching or planning on participating.
My cock sucker was working my dick and getting it all wet. With some of the spit he was dripping off me he used to lube his finger for my asshole.
I like my ass played with (male or female) and he was magically exciting my puckered hole.
One finger...two finger...three fingers were now fucking my hole.
With my head in someone's grip, my cock in someone's throat and fingers working my butthole...I felt another pair of hands on my hips.
My cock sucker pulled his three fingers out of my hole and grabbed my butt cheeks pulling them apart then I felt it...someone's hot and wet tongue finding depth in my asshole. Lapping my sensitive sphincter driving me into my cock suckers mouth and making me moan around the fucking cock in my throat.
The tongue was another magical experience and I was gripping the back of my seat to hold me up as I melted with the sensations going through me.
If you have ever seen a giraffe you know they have one of the longest tongues in the animal kingdom...I think this guy had just a tongue.
It wiggled and probed and fucked me like nothing before.
A few minutes of this before the tongue was removed from my saliva filled hole and a hard cock kissed my grasping opening...I wanted more...and I was going to get it!
The cock was just as excited as I was and lost to its own desires. This was not a time for caring but of releasing...and this cock wanted to release.
It seems to me that in an arcade or theatre like this guys just want to fuck and cum and get the hell out and that's how it went from this point on.
As the cock touched my butt the cock in my mouth fired away. He too wanted me to suck a little bit longer after unloading. Once I did this he pulled away and another took his place.
The cock on my ass was trying to find my hole and each touch sent shivers of anticipation through me.
Just as the new cock was being aimed at my face my ass fucker found his mark and without any consideration slammed his hardness fully into my hole.
This cause me to gasp loudly and caused my mouth to open as his cock found full depth and then started jackhammering my butt
With my mouth open my face fucker didn't hesitate to wait and drove his cock into my throat.
He too took hold of my head and face fucked me without any consideration.
I had spit and cum dripping out of my mouth...and I didn't care!
I had a thick long cock up my ass raping me...and I didn't care!
I had a hot mouth on my cock and taking me to depth in his throat...AND I CARED!
With my hand clawing into the back of my seat, my ass feeling this throbbing expanding hardness to orgasm of my fucker and the cock my mouth doing the same as what was in my ass I fired away in my sucker's throat.
Once the first shot cannoned out of me my sucker pulled my hips to him and held me there as he attempted to swallow everything I had.
My ass fucker got the joy of feeling my ass orgasmically squeeze his cock fired into me as well holding me in his tight grip as he unloaded on after another shots up my canal.
My face fucking watching me cum and my ass fucker calling out as he filled me with cum only took him over the limit of holding back. Grabbing my head he screamed out and fired his load into my throat.
Holding my head after he fired his first shot his hips did that old pumping/shaking thing and he held my head tighter and fired another stream into me.
I couldn't move...the grip on my ass...the grip on my hips and the grip on my head kept me as a slave to the needs of these fucking cocks
The cock in my ass, though it had unloaded in me, was still fucking me causing me to keep pumping my cock into my sucker's mouth.
My sucker was lapping and sucking away at my cock keeping me hard and wanting more.
The cock in my throat pulled back and allowed me to taste his juices as well as lap clean his rod.
But I wasn't done...
For the next hour or so I kneeled on my seat with my ass open to anyone who wanted it and facing the aisle behind me I allowed any cock to come take advantage of my sucking. I jerked off a couple of guys during some of the action and even got my cock sucked again before I left.
When I got back to my motel I parked my car in front of my room and went in. I went into the bathroom to start a shower when I heard a knock on the door. I answered and there stood this tall handsome man asking me if I still wanted to play?
I forgot that I had written my hotel room number in the video booth...we started off first with a shower! |
60 | Advanced Yoga | RratedR | Anal | 2021-01-13 | 2021-01-13 | 2022-01-08 09:48:58 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/advanced-yoga | An even harder lesson from the yoga instructor. | ['Anal Sex', 'Bondage', 'Female Fantasy', 'Humor', 'Straight', 'Vaginal Sex', 'Yoga'] | 3.84 | This is a sequel to "Beginner's Yoga". You could read it as a stand alone, but it is better if you've read the first part.
Four days passed, my body stiff and tired from the last hard lesson, full of little aches and sensitive sensations-but I started to recuperate. I didn't tell Ali what happened, I just couldn't bring myself to it out of fear it would encourage her to do the same. She pretends she doesn't care about him, but I know what a jealous bitch she is, always wants to be wanted no matter what. Friday today and it is time for another lesson. He told me not to come to his class anymore, but hey, I have paid for the entire month!
-Good evening class! So, how have you guys been? Any injuries?
He looks at me with an inscrutable expression. Is that loathing, because I came back? Or something else? I raise my hand.
-I had some back pain, but I am good to go now. Must have been that upside down position.
-Since it's Friday I'll try not to be too hard on you today, he says face blank.
We begin. After the initial warm up positions something unexpected happens.
-For this exercise we are going to use props, to help us align our body more easily.
He then proceeds to hang a length of rope from the ceiling. He ties it up to form a swing of sorts.
-So, who wants to go first?
I am frozen in place and I think my mouth might be a bit agape. Ok, a lot. A million dirty thoughts cross my mind, as I number all the alternative uses of that length of rope.
-Ali, come. Help show the position to the rest of the class.
I must have muttered something unintelligible under my breath, because I got a Look from the girl next to me. I watch with horror as he leads Ali to the swing, bends her over with the head down and she tries to touch her toes.
-Ali tell us, how does this feel?
-It is so much easier to bend down, she replies with a smile.
At least I thought she was smiling. I mean her head was down, cut me some slack. I probably had visible fumes coming out of my ears. After she got up, it was my turn. He didn't bother touching me at all.
-Okay, now bend over. That's it. Can you reach the floor?
I was surprised to see that I could. It was really easy actually. I was also very conscious of the noose rubbing in my nether region as I reached for the floor. I felt his eyes devouring me, enjoying the compromising position he had put me in.
-We should use this more often, I said with purpose. It provides great support, I added.
He let out a hearty, high-pitched laugh.
-It does, but it is for beginners mostly. I think you are ready to move on to more advanced stuff soon, he said his tone flat.
The rest of the class continued as per usual. Only I couldn't concentrate at all. I kept looking at him every chance I got, but he pretended he didn't. Time flew by, and soon the lesson was over.
-Girl, let's go get wasted, what do you say? Friday night!, Ali said to me.
-Oh, not today hun. I didn't bring clothes to change and I am kind of tired. Rain check for tomorrow?
-Sure thing... Let's go then!
-Oh, I want to ask some questions about home practice. You don't need to wait up.
She eyed the instructor putting away the rest of the equipment slowly and then me, pretending to be too tired to roll my mattress.
-Tomorrow we are definitely getting that drink!
Thank God she left without much of a fuss. Alone at last. I casually walked up to the swing and sat on it.
-So... What do those advanced lessons include exactly?
He laughed and turned around. He then proceeded to walk slowly towards me.
-You have to have the beginner stuff down in order to do more advanced stuff. But I see you didn't learn your lesson yet.
"Oh, you arrogant prick is that so?" I was so frustrated by his mock tone that I got up and kissed him with a passion, just to see the look of surprise on his stupid face. He grabbed me by the shoulders to pull me away and sat me back on the swing.
-Perhaps you do need a harder lesson, he said with a heathen smirk. Why don't you take your clothes of?
He reached for the side shelf, where the belts were hanging from. In disbelief I did as I was asked and stayed in my athletic bra and panties. What did you expect, for me to go commando all the time? He turned around with the belts in his hand and a stern expression on his face. Then he moved close enough to loom over me, passed both belts behind my neck and let them hang on me for a moment. The metallic ends were cold on my half naked body. Both his hands reached down my panties as he looked at me in the eyes and with a sudden movement he ripped them. I was speechless. I hastily took of my bra before he tried anything-it was expensive.
-Take the first belt, make a noose and put it under the middle of you feet. Give them more space, like at the opening of your shoulders. Good. Now pass the other belt around your waist and give me the ends.
He then made me get up, turn around and bend over, just like we did during the exercise. And just like then he didn't touch me. Instead be used the belt around my waist to guide me. After he made me touch the floor he came close.
-I will help you readjust the belt on your feet otherwise the opening will be wrong.
He bent down fixed it and bit my buttock. I was taken by surprise and yelped. The first strike landed on my right buttock. The second on my pussy.
-You need to be quiet in order to breathe properly from your nose!, he barked.
I felt his tongue on my pussy, teasing. I was already pretty horny since my clit had been rubbing on stiff rope all this time. He seemed to acknowledge that and got up. With swift motions he took he pants off. I could glimpse from my upside down position. I realized that I hadn't actually seen him naked, since he didn't take anything off last time. He hadn't been wearing any underwear. I was so focused on my jealous thoughts that I hadn't even noticed. How unlike me. He entered me hard and fast. I know I said I was wet, but I realized I wasn't completely ready. I gasped in pain.
-Please take it slow!
-How will you take advanced lessons if you can't take this?, he replied.
My first thought was "damn him", but my protests soon died down. I loved being dominated. He was fucking me hard and fast, using the belt at my waist to reposition me every time I slipped forward. I could stay in that asana for long, since most of my weight was supported by the rope. The other belt at my feet helped my legs not to spread too much, so that penetration felt deeper from that angle. He definitely had done this before, it felt like he really knew what he was doing. I felt him slowing down. He caught the belt with one hand. With the other, he reached to the wall behind him, at the nook where he kept the incense. There, to my surprise, concealed in plain sight, was what seemed to be a bottle of lube. He proceeded to cover his index finger in it and then slowly guided it in my butt. My ring was a little loose from the last time, but I still felt sore, so I didn't take kindly to the intrusion.
-Slow down! It hurts!, I mumbled. At this point all the blood had started to go to my head.
-We both know your ass can take the exercise.
Nevertheless he slowed down a bit, put more lube and started making tiny circular motions with his finger to loosen me up more. His dick picked up the pace in my pussy again. Just when I was feeling really close to coming he stopped penetrating me abruptly. The belts were dropped.
-Get up and turn around, he said.
With only a shirt on he looked ridiculous, like Donald Duck. But what was under there sure made up for it. He was completely shaved and his sizeable member was glistening with my juices. I was ogling.
-Sit on the swing. Then grab onto the ropes going up and tangle your arms in them.
-I will get rope burns.
-All the better to remember me by at home practice.
"Nasty". But I say nothing. I would indeed remember it at home practice for years. He then grabbed my thighs and dragged me closer, so that my higher back was on the makeshift swing and my feet touched the wall.
-I made you turn around because I want to look you in the eyes when I fuck your sweet ass this time.
I swallow hard. His thick juice-covered cock enters my back door decisively and I writhe in his hands. My eyes widen. Having nowhere else to look (him being still in his shirt and all), I look desperately in his eyes. He seems very pleased.
-You are going to hurt yourself. Put your weight in your arms and feet. It will help you relax.
I do and pretty soon he is vigorously fucking my butt. Still sore, but it starts to feel good. My head starts to fall behind. He adjusts my legs over his shoulders, making him penetrate my ass even deeper. He then ducks forward and starts licking my erect nipples. His abdomen is rubbing on my clit. It is too much. I start to cum. I am really glad ours was the last lesson for the day, otherwise everyone in the next room would have heard me scream. I come down from the high, and feel him close to his orgasm too. He pulls out violently, leaving me hurting, and comes all over my chest and face. I finally leave the rope and collapse.
-I hope this time you learned your lesson, he says exasperated.
After such an advanced lesson how can I stay away though? |
61 | Adventure in Paradise | GWBosh | Anal | 2009-05-13 | 2009-05-13 | 2022-01-08 09:48:59 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/adventure-in-paradise | Unhappy holiday alone becomes a fantasy with a surprise. | ['Erotica', 'Hardcore', 'Humor', 'Romance', 'Tender', 'Young Man Older Woman'] | 4.71 | Sarah looked around her suite at the island resort. It was luxurious, with marble in the bathroom and a balcony looking out to the ocean.
She unpacked quickly then she lay on the double bed and stared at the ceiling with tears in her eyes. This was the bed she had been going to share with Roger, her fiancée until two months ago when he had called off their marriage. She had been devastated. She adored him, they had been living together for two years so happily, he was perfect for her, they had talked so much about sharing their lives together and the family they would have.
She had thought of canceling the reservation but over the two months she was in grief. Grief from missing Roger, grief from missing her relationship and grief from loneliness. It had been unnerving to go to parties without a partner and going home alone to her apartment afterwards was even worse. It was the loneliest time of her life. A lot of men would have liked have to changed that, but she compared them to Roger and none got past polite conversation.
Sarah owned a boutique and with her flair for style, her flair for fashion and her hard nosed business sense she was successful and she never had to worry about money. But her mind had become preoccupied with Roger and her loneliness, she had become stressed, her business had suffered and her accountant had said she needed a holiday.
She poured a glass of wine and took it to the balcony. The beach was bordered by palm trees, the sand was white, there were windsurfers scudding across the bay and gentle waves lapped onto the beach. She looked to her right and saw a big swimming pool surrounded by deck chairs. She took in the view for ten minutes then started to pour another glass.
"No, I haven't come here to drown my sorrows. It's time for a swim."
She took off her clothes and looked at herself in a full length mirror as she put on her bikini.
"35 and not too bad. Not too bad at all."
She was tall and slim with waving black hair which came to her shoulders. Big brown eyes, chiseled cheek bones and generous lips. The only small lines she had were where she smiled. She was a competitive age group swimmer, with lightly muscled arms, abs and legs and her B cup breasts looked larger than that as they proudly jutted out from her slim torso. Her media people always liked it when she modeled the clothes for her boutique.
She wandered through the lobby, looked at the resort shops, looked at the postcards and decided there was no-one she wanted to send one to. She resolved that she had to do something, so she booked a bus tour for the next morning and a fishing trip for the next.
The gardens were huge and lovely with towering palm trees, a blaze of color from the bushes, buzzing from the insects and brilliantly colored tropical birds flitting through the trees.
Only half the deck chairs around the pool were taken and Sarah found one in the shade. She looked around. There were some family groups and some couples. Her heart sank, everyone was sharing this holiday with family and friends. Everyone except her.
She heard shouts of laughter and looked around. There was a group playing volleyball. College students on vacation she guessed. About 10 young men and young women with tanned bodies were having the times of their lives. Her loneliness sunk in more and she opened her book.
After an hour Sarah was hot so she took off her sundress and swam in the pool. The cool water was refreshing and she pushed herself to swim 25 fast lengths. When she got out she was aware of men's eyes on her but she was used to this and comfortably ignored them and returned to her book.
When she was dry she put on her sundress and decided to walk past the volleyball court to go to the beach. A girl walked close to her to pick up the ball and gave her a friendly grin.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," Sarah smiled and replied.
As she was walking away from the court the volleyball bounced at her feet. She picked it up and turned around. A tall, young, blond haired man was coming to collect it.
"Catch," Sarah smiled and threw it to him.
"Thanks." He caught it and went back to the court.
"Did he blush?" Sarah asked herself.
The beach was white sands, palm trees, an almost tranquil sea, seabirds soaring in the sky and lots of couples and people in groups. It was a paradise and Sarah wished she had never come.
In the evening she overcame her inclination to have a meal in her room, strolled into town and found a small restaurant for dinner. The ethnic food was delicious, the service was friendly, there was a noisy, boisterous atmosphere and everyone was having a good time. Except for Sarah. The other restaurant guests were all couples or groups. She looked at her book but couldn't read.
She wandered through the town, poking into some of the small shops, then she heard some music and followed it to a night club. Dancing was one of the passions of her life.
Everyone there was younger but that didn't bother her as she was confident with her appearance. One young man asked her to dance. She enjoyed it as he was a good dancer but after two dances the music slowed, he put an arm around her waist and Sarah made her excuses and went to the bar. Two good looking men came to talk, but she wasn't interested and soon they took the message and left her alone.
The girl who had said "Hi" to her at the volleyball came over to the bar and they started to talk as she waited for her drink. Her name was Jeanie and she was studying fashion so when she learned that Sarah had a boutique they kept talking. They were joined by a confident and enthusiastic young man who had a winning smile.
"Sarah, this is my boyfriend Brad. Brad, Sarah owns a fashion boutique. It's really interesting, I'd like to do that someday."
Brad joined in the conversation and the three of them struck up a rapport.
"Sarah, why don't you come and meet the others?" asked Brad.
He introduced her to all the young women and young men. They were a happy group and welcomed her and, as she had thought, they were students who had come for a holiday after their exams.
The last she was introduced to was the boy who she had thrown the volleyball to. He was tall and gangly and looked awkward as he came over.
"Al, this is Sarah."
"Hi Al," Sarah smiled at him.
"Hi." He glanced quickly at her then looked away. Sarah's attention was diverted for a moment and when she turned back he was gone.
Two of the boys asked her to dance and she happily joined them. Once she noticed Al looking at her but as soon as he saw her glance he blushed and turned away. She sat a table and talked with Brad and Jeanie. She worked out that Jeanie was a sort of mother hen to the group and Brad just carried everyone along with his enthusiasm.
Sarah saw that a lot of them tried to help Al join in. Some girls dragged him onto the dance floor where he danced awkwardly and sat down after one song.
"Al is very shy isn't he," said Sarah remembering his blush when she had thrown him the volleyball.
"He is, always has been. And his father died a year ago after a horrible long illness. We don't think he has recovered yet. He and Brad are in the same class and basketball team and they used to room together until Brad and I got together." said Jeanie.
"We were surprised when he said he would come here,"
"Look at him dancing, he's so uptight and awkward. You wouldn't think it was the same person if you saw him on the basketball court, he's like a gazelle there."
"Never had a girlfriend as far as I know. I just wish he'd find someone and get laid."
Brad gave Jeanie a big squeeze and she kissed his cheek.
Brad took Sarah onto the dance floor. What he lacked in natural rhythm he made up for in enthusiasm and Sarah became happy and relaxed. She talked and danced with a lot of her new found friends. Then the music slowed and the couples started to embrace as they danced. Sarah watched some of the girls clinging tightly to their partners and kissing them. Her loneliness swamped her again and she went back to the hotel.
Sarah thought about the kissing couples. She loved sex. For her it was an intimate and passionate time of excitement and giving and receiving. She had never been into one night stands, but she didn't have to be engaged to do it either.
She thought about the tragic story Jeanie had told her about Al's father. She thought about how terrible it would be to watch a loved one die like that. That put her own issues with Roger into perspective and she resolved to stop wallowing in self pity. She thought about that awkward and gawky and vulnerable young man and wondered how it would have been for him.
The next morning she went on her a tour of the island with its white sand beaches. Some were developed and built up but others were absolutely deserted. It was all very beautiful but Sarah realized that sightseeing alone was an empty experience. She felt loneliness and depression clouding over her.
It was more crowded at the pool when she went there in the afternoon and there was only one free deck chair in the shade. She saw that Al was sitting and reading in the one next to it.
Sarah thought for a moment about how awkward and isolated he seemed to be, how vulnerable he seemed to be and so shy and how he had blushed when he had seen her. It was almost a maternal instinct which made her decide to sit beside him.
"Hi Al, how's things?"
He looked up and Sarah saw him blush again.
"OK . ah . ah . thanks."
"Is anyone sitting here?"
"No, y , you're welcome."
She sat down and tried to make some conversation.
"What's the book?"
He held it out.
"I've read that, it's great. Are you enjoying it?"
"Yeah, it's cool."
"Well, I won't tell you what happens," she laughed as she sat down.
She tried to talk more but he only stammered brief replies. She noticed he couldn't look her in the eyes and sometimes a little of that blush returned. He made obvious efforts to return to his book so Sarah picked up hers and they sat side by side reading in silence.
It was time for Sarah's swim and she stood up and took off her sundress. Al glanced over his book. He had already seen her long, slim and shapely legs.
As Sarah's dress went up he saw her bikini briefs. They were white and they were small. The shape of her pubic mound could be seen in the fabric which stopped only just above. Then her flat stomach and thin waist and navel. Her bikini bra only covered half her breasts and he saw the smooth roundness of the bare skin.
Sarah lathered sunblock over her face and front and legs. He glimpsed her breasts moving under her hands, saw her fingers rub up the inside of her thighs right up to her briefs.
Sarah was aware of his glances but she didn't mind and took no notice.
"If you don't want men to look at you, don't wear a small bikini" was her attitude.
"Al, can I ask a favor please?"
He looked up.
"I don't want to get sunburnt on my back. Could you put put some sunblock on please?
Without waiting for answer, she lay down on her towel, undid her bra strap and held out the tube of sunblock. There was no ulterior motive in her request; she simply didn't want to get sunburnt.
Al looked down in confusion. From the first moment he had seen Sarah the day before he thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Maybe she was seven years older but she was stunning. He had never been close to such a woman wearing a bikini before, let alone touch one. His shyness had always made it almost impossible to talk with girls and his only two sexual experiences had been one night stands when both he and the girls were drunk.
Now here was Sarah with her naked back wanting him to touch it. He could see the side of her breast. He looked down her slim straight back and saw that her tiny bikini briefs showed a lot of perfect, smooth and rounded buttocks, even the start of cleft between them above her briefs and he could see right to the top of her thighs.
Sarah was holding out the sunblock expectantly so he knelt down beside her. She brushed her hair from her neck but a few strands were still there and tentatively Al stroked them away, touching her skin.
"That tickled," giggled Sarah.
At first his hands were trembling but he brought himself under control as Sarah chatted.
"Where are the others?"
"Gone into town to do some shopping."
"Didn't you want to go?"
"You can only do so much shopping and sometimes I like to read."
"So do I. There's nothing like a good book."
"Brad says you're an ace at basketball."
"Anyone is an ace compared to Brad."
They laughed together and Al relaxed a little.
"What are you studying at college?"
"Computer science. I've just finished the second year."
"So you must be 19 or 20."
"20."
"20. That makes me feel so old."
"You're not that old," he said. "You must be about 27."
She turned her head and smiled at him. "Much older than that."
"Well you look like 27 to me."
"Al, you do say the loveliest things." She laughed and he turned crimson red.
"Why did you come on holiday by yourself? Isn't it lonely?"
Sarah thought this was a bit personal but turned and smiled and answered truthfully.
"Well, I was going to come with someone, but he changed his mind."
"He must be mad."
Sarah laughed. "Either him or me."
Al put down the sunblock.
"I think that's pretty much all."
"Thanks. I didn't want to get burnt." She noticed he hadn't gone right to the edge of her bikini so she did that herself.
Sarah had intended to go swimming straight away but changed her mind since she had broken down some of his barriers. She waved to a waiter.
"I'm going to have some tea. Would you like something?"
He settled for a coke.
She asked him questions about his college and his interests. Basketball was his favorite, he swam a lot for exercise and he liked skiing.
"How long have you been skiing?"
"My Dad first took me up when I was six."
His eyes glazed over and he stopped talking.
Sarah patted his hand. "Jeanie told me about your father last night. I thought it was so sad. You must miss him so much."
Al turned towards her and saw that her sympathy was genuine from her misty eyes and anguished face. He made an effort to pull himself together.
"What's it like having your own business? I'm going to have one and be my own boss."
She laughed. "Al, when you have have a business you have more bosses than ever. Your customers, the tax inspectors, your bank manager, your landlord and your staff and just about everyone else."
Sarah stood up.
"So, you reckon you can swim a bit, do you Al?" She pointed to the pool. "25 lengths is 750 meters. Are you up to that?"
Al saw the challenge in her smile. He stood up and grinned at her for a moment.
"How much of a start do you want?" he asked. But now he looked at her straight in the eye.
He took off his T shirt and she saw that he was a swimmer. He had a slim waist and hips but had powerful shoulders and pecs.
Sarah was a competitive person and all thoughts of sympathy went from her mind as she started. She set a steady and demanding pace but each time she looked across she saw him swimming beside her with a slow, long armed style. At 400 meters she decided to burn him him off and upped her efforts, but there he was, his arms moving in that same relaxed tempo. She made a charge over the last 60 meters but they touched the rail at the same time.
"Dead heat" said Al.
She splashed him with water and laughed. "You could have beaten me easily." But she was glad to see that he was panting.
"We're all going to the club again tonight."
"I'll see you there. I'm having dinner with a couple I met today. I'll probably come later on."
She had a pleasant evening with an elderly couple she had met on the bus. They excused themselves at 11 and Sarah went to change. She was looking forward to the club. There were great kids and good company and no-one minded that she didn't have a partner.
"27 did he say? OK, let's see what we can do."
She didn't let her hair flow as she normally did, she drew it back tightly. From her modeling she knew about a good deal about makeup and a few understated touches were applied. She put on one her favorite dancing dresses. It was red, skin tight to her waist but flared below. It started half way down her breasts and finished six inches above her knees.
She drew admiring glances as she went into the club and the boys all wanted to dance with her. The girls took it in turns to dance with Al and this time he danced for at least two songs. Once they danced near each other and Sarah gave a little wave. This time he didn't blush and he smiled at her
Sarah sat a table with Brad and Jeanie.
"Look at Al, he looks as if he might actually be enjoying himself," said Jeanie.
"Yeah, I think he's coming out of his shell at last," replied Brad.
Sarah had been waiting for Al to ask her to dance, but realized that she would have take the initiative and walked over to him.
"Al, you're the only one who hasn't danced with me. Do you think I'm too old for you?" She looked at him with the same challeging smile she had at the pool when she had wanted to race and grabbed his hand and pulled him up.
She toned down her style so that it wasn't too much for him. Gradually he relaxed and started to copy some of her movements and Sarah saw some small traces of that gazelle. She wriggled her hips a little more expansively and in a few moments he followed. He looked at her and they grinned at each other. He watched her and other dancers and soon realized there really wasn't too much to learn. It was how you did it, not what what you did.
Sarah could see what was happening and started to raise the pitch again and soon he responded. He didn't just copy her and they danced as a couple.
Others of the group joined them and the music was turned up louder. Caught in the atmosphere and following more people's moves, Al's gazelle emerged and Sarah let her inhibitions go. She swayed her hips and moved closer towards with her hands over her head, they looked into each other's eyes and grinned again.
She knew she danced sensuously. It wasn't something she did all the time, only with a partner who was good and interacted with her on the floor. She didn't do it calculatedly but just as Al was responding to her, she was responding to him. Al looked at her and had never seen anything so sexy in his life. He picked up the atmosphere more, picked up the beat more and the gazelle in him was fully set free.
Sarah taught him how to jive and he was thrilled to the hold her hand and waist. His confidence increased and he was strong as he twirled her around the dance floor. The more strong and assertive he became, the more Sarah responded. She had her challenging smile and a twinkle in her eyes as she held out her arm for him to take. As she swirled, her dress flared showing her thighs and knickers.
"You take your eyes away from that Brad," hissed Jeanie.
"It's Al I'm looking at. He looks like some sort of matador. She's done that in half an hour."
The music changed and they switched dancing styles. Sarah was carried away, she loved dancing so much and she danced with her body writhing like a python. Al watched for a moment then joined her. She smiled her challenging smile, came closer, put her hands on his shoulders with her arms almost straight and they matched each other's rhythm and movements. She changed from a sideways movement of her hips to thrusting, which Al matched, then she pulled away again. Al watched her coming to him with his confident grin and when she put her hands on his shoulders he put his on hers. They looked into each other's eyes, their faces only half a meter apart as they bounced their hips towards each other.
The music stopped for a dance break. Sarah laughed from exhilaration still keeping one hand on his shoulder.
"Thanks Al, you're a great dancer."
"I wasn't an hour ago."
"You've got a lovely feel for rhythm. And you're so light on your feet and so strong."
"Thanks for teaching me, I never knew I could do it."
"You're a natural."
Before he could blush, she pecked his cheek. "I've got to go. I'm going fishing at five tomorrow morning."
"We're going to an ocean beach tomorrow afternoon Sarah. Want to come?" asked Brad.
"What time are you going?"
"What time are you back from fishing?"
"Midday."
"See you in the lobby at half past."
After Sarah had gone Al didn't want to dance with anyone else and left soon after her.
Jeanie spoke sternly to Brad. "Now I don't want you or any of the other guys making any of your suggestive jokes to him later on."
"Hell, that was some display they put on. I hope she isn't a cock teaser."
"Mmmm," said Jeanie. "I hope not too. I don't think she's that sort of person. We'll see what happens tomorrow, I guess."
In her hotel room, as her exhilaration wore off Sarah suddenly felt guilty. She had a fair idea of the effect her dancing like that would have on a naïve young man like Al.
"Was I being a cheap cock teaser with that poor boy? I danced with him for so long, he was the only one I jived with and the only one I touched.
"Why did I wear that dress? I know how it can show my legs all the way up."
When she had started talking to him at the pool it had been been out of sympathy and to help him with his shyness. Then she remembered his grin when he had asked her how much start she wanted. She had liked that.
She had empathised with him as his emotions showed when he talked about his father and she had thought how brave he was.
She remembered how quickly he had become such a good dancer. She thought about his strength and confidence when they had jived. She realized that she had danced like that in response to him. She had liked it when they had smiled at each other. When she had put her hands on his shoulders, it hadn't been out of sympathy, it was because she had wanted to. She had been waiting for him to put his hands on hers and she had liked it when he did.
"I wonder if he knew how sexy he was when he danced like that?
"Here's the question for you Sarah. Would you like to be fucking him right now?"
She thought for just a moment. "You bet I would."
That body, that lithe strength, that lovely confident smile she was seeing more of, his sensitivity and that sense of humor she was seeing traces of. And in that youthful, awkward way, his sexiness.
Then she started to have self doubts. A 35 year old woman with a 20 year old boy? Why would he want to?
Al was shy and easily embarrassed and unsuccessful with girls, but he had all the 20 year old male urges. In his room he relived every moment of the most exciting hour of his life.
"God, she is so beautiful and so sexy and so nice. Putting that sunblock on her back. And that dancing together, that was out of this world and she danced with me far longer than she danced with anyone else. Dancing so close and holding her with her hips moving like that!."
He thought some more. "Hey, I was pretty good." He grinned as he remembered how he twirled her when they were jiving and how she had moved towards him holding out her hand.
Then he remembered how all of her legs had showed as she had swirled with her dress flaring. And her knickers. And the bulge of her pubic mound. It took him a minute or so to compose this thoughts.
"And she said I was a natural and she kept holding me after the music stopped and she kissed my cheek."
He remembered her twinkling, challenging smiles. When she had challenged him to a race at the pool, when she had grabbed his hand and pulled him up to dance, when she had held out her hand for him when they were jiving, when they looked into each other's eyes when they were dancing with their hands on each other's shoulders.
That smile had seemed to say, "Are you man enough?"
A panic attack. "She'll know everything about sex and I don't know anything I won't be able to do it properly.
He calmed down. "What the hell are you thinking? Sarah with someone like me? Why would she want to?"
The students were waiting in a small bus they had rented. Jeanie had kept a seat for Sarah beside her and Al was down the back. The music and laughter was loud as they drove for half an hour on the asphalt and another half hour on potholed dirt road to a deserted palm fringed beach. This was on the ocean side of the island and large breakers foamed and crashed onto the beach.
Sarah lay on her towel and undid her bikini bra straps.
"Please Al, you know what to do." She held out the sunblock and Al knelt down beside her.
Jeanie and Brad looked at each other in surprise.
"Al was gentleman and helped me yesterday at the pool," Sarah explained seeing their glances.
"Gentleman? I'll bet he wasn't thinking about being a gentleman," said Brad.
As soon as Sarah had asked for him to sunblock her back again Al was confident that it was game on. He looked up at Brad and Jeanie, grinned and gave them a big, slow wink.
"Come on Brad, let's leave them to it. I need some sunblock on me. Why can't you be a gentleman like Al, for goodness' sake?"
Sarah hadn't seen Al's wink but she laughed with him. She noticed that his touch was more confident and delicate and this time he went right down to the edge of her bikini. Like Al, she realized it was game on. Especially when he spanked her lightly on her bikini briefs and said "Finished."
Al passed the sunblock to Sarah and lay on his towel.
"Please Sarah, you know what to do."
Sarah knew a bit about massage and her fingers drifted over his back as she admired his lean muscles. It was just as well that Al was lying on his front as his erection shot up.
"Finished." said Sarah slapping his backside hard.
Al had to stay lying there for five minutes until his erection subsided.
The ocean breakers were big and warm and strong. Brad and Jeanie and two other long term couples went five hundred meters along the beach so that they could swim naked. Sarah would have liked to have joined them but thought that could be pushing things too fast.
With four others they frolicked and body surfed in the breakers. The others had seemed to have formed into couples and were touching a lot and holding hands and Al and Sarah drifted together. Sarah was a strong swimmer but she didn't know about body surfing. She watched how Al dived under the breakers as they waded out and copied that. Then she watched in frustration as Al seemed to catch each wave perfectly while she just couldn't time her start.
When Al came out to her again Sarah asked if he could show her how.
"OK, just float on your stomach."
He had one arm supporting her under her stomach and the other behind her feet. He could feel her smooth skin and the firmness of her abs.
She heard a wave approaching and then felt him push powerfully on her feet. She caught the wave perfectly and felt the thrill of the speed and the foam and the turbulence of the water on her body.
Al caught the next wave and was soon beside her in the shallows. He looked at her in her wet bikini which clung to the shape of her breasts and to the shape of her pubic mound.
"This so much fun." She gave him an excited hug. "Let's do it again."
She dragged him out by hand and didn't let go until they were far enough out for the next wave. On the third wave Sarah lost her balance on Al's arm and slipped through the water. He felt her body slide against his arm, felt her bikini bra being pushed up and a momentary touch of his arm against her bare breast. The wave crashed over them and when Al surfaced Sarah was finishing adjusting her bikini. He expected her to complain, but she shrieked with laughter and splashed him with water
After two more rides Sarah was able to get started by herself. Al missed holding her in the water but each time they walked back out they held hands.
"There's a big one," said Al. "We''ll need to get further out
Sarah saw the large swell in the distance and waded out further but it was hard to keep balance in the deeper turbulent water. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist and held on with an arm around around his shoulder. Both looked at the progress of the swell and Al gave her a few pointers on dealing with big waves, but was very much aware of her legs around him. She moved into position before the gathering breaker towered over them and had a moment of panic before catching it at exactly the right time.
It was one of the most exciting experiences of her life, her body half out of the water in the front of the wave, the power of the wave, the surf crashing around her, the spray, the noise and the speed. When she stood up she jiggled with excitement.
"Al, that was incredible." She hugged him. Her eyes were glowing with pleasure as she looked into his face, before she closed her eyes and kissed him. Al felt her soft lips, felt them part and felt her tongue run across his lips. He opened his mouth and felt her tongue explore his. As they stood he could feel her breasts against his chest and her hips against his and her smooth, wet body.
Another wave came in and almost knocked them over and they went out again. There was a long wait for the next good wave so Sarah jumped up again and wrapped her legs around his waist. Only this time she was facing him with her pelvis pushed into his bathers. As she kissed him he put his arms around her bottom to hold her up. His erection was rising and they didn't notice the next wave which crashed into them and knocked them over. When they surfaced Sarah shrieked with laughter again and hugged him.
They looked to the beach and saw that the others were preparing the barbecue.
"We should go in and help," said Sarah.
They caught the next wave and when they got out of the water Sarah kissed Al's cheek.
"That was so much fun. Thanks Al, thank you for showing me how to do that."
"You're a natural."
They laughed and held hands as they walked. Al worked out that one of the reasons liked Sarah so much was that she was so quick to give genuine praise and thanks.
Brad watched them walking up the beach.
"What's the odds on Al losing his cherry tonight?"
"About 100 % chance I reckon," said Jeanie. "He's not just a toy boy for her is he?"
"Cut it out, she's a lovely person, you know that. And Al can look after himself. You saw that wink."
Sarah put on a singlet and a long cotton sarong which floated around her legs. She did her bit to help with the fire and the food then took a glass of wine and sat by herself looking at the surf. She felt a glow of contentment wash over her. The thrill of the surfing, the great company of the students who accepted her so warmly. She hadn't felt so relaxed since before that terrible night with Roger.
She looked at them, such a nice group of kids. No, not kids, just great company. She noticed Al talking to some of the girls, so relaxed in contrast to that first night in the disco. She remembered how strong he was when he was holding her up. She remembered the feel of his smooth young skin.
"If I'd got pregnant the first time I did it, my child would be almost the same age as he is."
She thought about the simple facts of life for a 35 year old woman and that her most likely men would be over 40. She compared his sleek and powerful young body and the boyish confidence and enthusiasm he was showing more and more. She knew from their kisses that he wasn't experienced and Brad had said that he'd never had a girlfriend, but that didn't matter.
"I think we'll be good for each other, young Al," she thought as she walked to the barbecue.
Al and Sarah mingled with the others as they ate and when it was dark the stereo was turned up and the dancing started. Some of Al's friends danced with Sarah and she saw how he was comfortable asking the girls to dance with him and saw that he was the best of the boys at dancing.
After an hour Al came over to Sarah. "Sarah, you never dance with me. Am I too young for you?"
They started apart but fed off each other's eroticism. They smiled at each other as each raised the tempo. Her sarong sometimes opened showing her lovely legs and he could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. They bounced their hips towards each other and Sarah moved closer, her arms over her head and rubbed her hips into his, then moved back. The next time she came close Al pretended to reject her by moving away but then came forward, his hips into hers and clasped her backside for a moment.
The others watched in fascination for a minute then moved away. The next time Sarah came close she held him around his ass and Al put his arms lightly around her shoulders. They writhed hip to hip and breasts to chest, then separated again. The times apart became less frequent and the times in contact became longer until they were swaying together. Sarah raised her face, Al lowered his and they kissed as they swayed to the music.
Al was sure that they would be making love that night and the long buildup which had really started a day ago when they were dancing, had continued in the surf and now, feeling her body and kisses, was starting to drive him crazy. Then his doubts.
"She's so sophisticated and so sexy and so experienced. And I've only done it twice and I can hardly remember them." He panicked. "God, I don't know what to do except just sticking my dick in. I'll stuff up."
He worried about his erection. Surely Sarah could feel it? Then he realized that she certainly could as she was rubbing against it. Well, he didn't mind if she didn't. He drifted one hand down her back to her bottom and gently squeezed and Sarah hugged him tighter.
He made the sensible decision. "This is unbelievable. She's the boss, just go with her flow."
Some of the other couples drifted further off into the darkness with obvious intentions. Sarah didn't want that, she wanted their first to be special and in complete privacy, she wanted to slow it down, she didn't want a one minute quickie and it was her painful experience that sex and sand didn't mix. She led him some distance from the others.
"Lie down here please Al."
He didn't know what was happening but she was the boss. He lay on his back and Sarah lay at right angles, her head resting on his stomach. They looked up at the stars and moon and listened to the ocean's roar. Sarah took his hand, delicately stroked it with her fingers tips then placed it on her breast holding it their with her hand.
"You did that on purpose out there didn't you?"
"Did what?" replied Al knowing exactly what she was talking about.
"Taking my bikini top off."
"No, I thought that was your idea," he laughed.
"Perhaps it was an act of God?"
"Thank you God," he laughed again.
Another silence and he felt her nipple harden and softly stroked it between his fingers. He looked at her face, silver in the moonlight, with a tranquil, dreamy expression. He looked down at her legs where the split in her sarong was wide and he saw her thighs glinting in the moonlight.
He looked at his hand on her breast with hers holding it there.
"Surely she won't mind," he thought and gently eased his hand under her singlet.
She didn't seem to mind at all and as soon as his hand was inside she put hers on top. He felt the smoothness of her breast, felt the jutting nipple and the texture of her aureole.
"I'd like it if you took off my top."
She sat up and he nervously tugged her singlet up. The moon and the stars cast their silver over her upper body, over her firm small breasts and over her jutting brown nipples. Sarah stayed sitting up as he looked at her body in awe. Then he looked into her eyes.
"I. .I don't know what to say,' he stammered.
"You don't have to say anything dear Al," she whispered.
She went back to lying with her head on his stomach and returned his hand to her silver body.
Someone had turned the stereo off. There was no sound but the roar of the surf and the rustle of the leaves in the breeze. There was no light except for the moon and the stars.
He started to squeeze her breasts.
"Sometimes I like it like this."
Like a feather she drifted her fingertips over his hand.
As gently as he possibly could Al traced his fingers over Sarah's breasts over her aureoles and nipples, then over her flat stomach, over her navel, over her collar bones, even more gently over her throat and her forehead, her eyelids, her cheek bones, over her ears and nose and lips and chin. He watched her face all the time and saw her gentle smile.
She took off his T shirt.
"You're not allowed to move. Nothing at all."
She lay on him, he could feel her breasts against his chest and her pubic bone on his erection. Ever so gently she kissed him all over his face, his forehead, eyelids, nose and cheeks and lips and ears and throat. Then she repeated it all, licking with the tip of her tongue.
Al thought he was on a different planet; the planet ecstasy.
She rolled off and lay beside him giving him a big kiss.
"Now you can do it like before."
Al drifted his finger tips over her nipples.
"No silly, like before that"
He took the hint and squeezed her breasts as she kissed and hugged him. But he had learn the lesson she had taught and mixed firmness with tenderness as he pleasured her breasts and she kissed him with her tongue in his mouth. She wrapped a leg around his and he could feel her pubic mound pushing against him.
They heard the sound of the bus and saw its lights. Sarah handed Al his T shirt and put on her singlet.
"It's been a lovely day and you've been so lovely."
"You've taken me to another world."
The others returned from the darkness with some of the girls adjusting their clothes.
There was no music in the bus this time and no talking and the lights were off. Al and Sarah sat on a double bench seat. Sarah snuggled into his shoulder and he put his arm around her. She took his other hand, found the gap on her sarong and put Al's hand on the inside of her thigh, just below her pussy and because she had been up since half past four she went straight to sleep.
Al relived the afternoon. Swimming in the surf, the laughter and the kisses and hugs. Her body in the moonlight, how perfect every millimeter of her skin was, her kisses and her tongue.
Had he stuffed up? Yes he was squeezing too hard and she told him to be be softer. But later she said she wanted that. He was confused but then he realized that he had to try different things and see what she wanted.
He looked down at his hand on her thigh. God that was so nice, so intimate. He could see the edge of her knickers. He moved his hand up so that it was just touching them.
They came into the lights of the town and everyone woke. Sarah looked at Al's hand, smiled at him, squeezed his hand and then moved it away.
Back at the hotel they unloaded the bus then Sarah took Al's arm.
"Al, I wanted to talk about that book with you."
"Book? I don't think there will be too much reading. Or too much talking," muttered Brad to Jeanie.
In her bedroom Sarah kissed Al, holding him and stroking his hair.
"Would you mind taking my clothes off?"
"Mind? No I don't think I'll mind too much," said Al in a croak.
He lifted her singlet and saw those breasts again. The size of apples with brown aureoles. Sarah moved his hand to the ties of her sarong and soon that too was on the floor. She pecked his lips and guided his fingers onto her knickers and they were eased off.
Al had seen her in a very small bikini but the sight of Sarah naked was something different altogether. Her trimmed black pubic hair and total nudity was an awe inspiring sight of perfect sexuality.
She came to him, kissed him then guided his face to her breasts and held him as he kissed her nipple. Then she stood back.
"Right, we need to get rid of all this this sand."
She led him into the bathroom and quickly and firmly took off his clothes. In a moment Al was standing naked and extremely embarrassed with the hardest erection of his life. Sarah did nothing to help, looking at it closely, then she tenderly stroked it and smiled.
"Hi there stranger, although you're not really a stranger the way Al pushed you into me."
"I did not. You pushed into me."
"I certainly did not. It must have been an act of God."
"Thank you God," they said and laughed together.
Sarah turned on the shower and beckoned him in. Under the jets of water in the shower she washed his body with a flannel and soap. There was nothing sensuous in her touch as she rubbed to clean off every grain of sand and salt. Even his erection was firmly rubbed with the flannel in a professional, nurse like manner.
Then her attitude changed and she kissed him again and he felt her fingers fondle his balls.
"I wonder if this is really clean. I'd better make sure."
Before Al understood what she was talking about she was on her knees under the jets of water from the shower and his knob was being licked. She licked everywhere carefully and then took him right to the back of her throat. Al had only ever fantasized about oral sex before and was out of his mind with excitement as her head bobbed up and down. He felt her lips running along his shaft, he felt his knob move over her tongue and rub against her throat. The long build up, the excitement that she was really doing this and wonderful sensations combined with an almost instant reaction.
"Sarah I'm going to come," he gasped and tried to pull her head back.
But she pushed forward and Al felt a load of jism shoot through his perineum, along his shaft and explode through his knob and into her throat. Sarah stood up and then swallowed and licked her lips.
"Hello Alistair."
She guided him out onto the balcony and they looked out at the dark sea and sky and the moon and the stars. Al put his arm around her and she snuggled in. Al was bewildered. A woman doing that to him, Sarah doing it to him! He nuzzled her hair. Then another panic attack about what she would expect him to do for her.
On the bed they started kissing again. Al's feeling of intimacy for Sarah showed and he kissed her with passion and tenderness, their tongues entangled and their saliva intermingled. Sarah ran her fingers over his body and he responded, she kissed his nipples and he responded and she pleasured his genitals and he responded.
Sarah liked his touch but realized that he knew little, if anything about a woman's body. She thought of telling him, but by now she was desperate to feel his cock inside her and guided him in.
"Just slowly at the start Al," she said as he started to pound.
She wrapped her legs tightly around him, stopping him moving and squeezed her vaginal muscles.
"Ah, that feels so lovely having you right in there."
He felt the wonderful exciting sensations for a moment then gradually started moving. He felt her hips thrusting up to him, then his 20 year old's hormones took over and he came in a rush.
Sarah held his cheek to her shoulder. She hadn't come and he had been even faster than she had been afraid he would. He hadn't gone down on her when she had gently nudged his head. But she had loved the feelings in her vagina and loved being in his embrace. And she remembered how he had traced so delicately with his fingers at the beach. She hugged him tightly and they went to sleep in each other's arms.
Al woke first and took a moment to work out where he was. Then he saw Sarah's beautiful face and saw the shape of her body under the sheet.
"Have I really had sex with her? Did she really do those all wonderful things to me?" As well as sexual desire and fascination at her beauty he felt a wave of tenderness.
"I've got to find out what I should do."
He went from the bedroom to the living room and did a Google search. It took him a while to sort through the hardcore sites but eventually found what he was looking for. There were a lot of detailed instructions and some surprised him and some made him breathe in sharply.
"Jesus Christ, will Sarah really like it if I do that to her?".
Sarah had been tired after getting up early the previous morning and it was two hours before he heard her stirring and quickly switched to a news site. She came in wearing a white bathrobe.
"Hi Al, what are you doing?"
"Just catching up on the news."
She leaned over beside him, her side against his shoulder.
"What's happening?"
"Suspected bird-flu in Albania." He pointed at the screen.
"Do you care?"
"No."
Sarah hadn't done up her bathrobe very well and a perfect right breast was on display. She noticed his gaze but did nothing to cover herself. Al was already aroused from his internet studies, now with that welcoming breast and Sarah's challenging smile he leaned forward and kissed her nipple. Sarah immediately noticed the difference from the night before. He was licking and sucking and nibbling and tickling and exploring. She put her arms around his head until he lifted her and carried her to bed.
His kissing was even more passionate and his hand on her breast was a mixture tenderness, eroticism and excitement. He moved his mouth to her nipple and Sarah's excitement rose. Then she felt his hand part her legs. She felt him explore the insides of her thighs and then her vulva and then her thighs again. A mixture of tantalizing and delight. She felt his fingers softly probe her vagina then move up through the feminine folds around her clitoris.
Al was finding it hard to work out exactly where her clitoris was but Sarah was in ecstasy at his tender explorations. He still wasn't sure but when Sarah groaned and her hips shivered he knew he had found it. With care he stimulated her with his fingers, sometimes moving away briefly, then returning. He listened to Sarah's reactions and he felt her reactions and did just as the website had said.
Sarah's hips bounced and shuddered, her breathing became rasping, culminating in a high pitched groan. She lay on the pillow with a lovely happy smile and lifted Al's head.
"That was so wonderful Al, thank you so much for being such a lovely lover."
Al was in heaven. To see Sarah have an orgasm, to feel her reaction to him and to hear her say he was a lovely lover. He bent down to kiss her and just about suffocated in her hug.
Al moved down the bed and Sarah watched in anticipation.
He took a pillow and said "Lift you bum please."
She now had her backside raised and him between her legs. He nudged her legs wider and pushed her knees back and she felt a thrill of excitement at his assertiveness.
Al's inexperience was Sarah's delight as he explored new territory. He had no trouble finding and licking and nibbling the top of the inside of her thighs. As the site had advised he licked the crease between her legs and vulva, then he moved to her vulva. He couldn't resist the urge to push his tongue deep into her vagina. God, it tasted and smelled so beautiful. He lingered, sucking and licking as much of her juice as possible.
Sarah's hopes hadn't been high but that had soon changed.
"I never would have thought that he would know about that. What's happened?"
Then she stopped thinking as the erotic sensations built up in her vulva.
Al worked out what must be her outer labia and he licked and nibbled and Sarah groaned. Then her inner labia which he sucked. He moved up and at first was a little bit confused by the folds around her her clitoris. He explored with his lips and tongue.
Sarah didn't realize that her extended pleasure was a result of his uncertainty, all she knew was that this was gorgeous. She spread her legs wider and stroked his head.
At last he found her clitoris. He thought it was that when he felt the small bud and was sure when Sarah's hips started to writhe and her panting became louder. He remembered the website.
"Take her right to the brink then pull back. Make her beg for it, man."
He returned to her vagina, licking as far as his tongue would go, nibbling her labia and clitoral hood. He loved the tastes and textures, he loved her responses and most of all he loved knowing that this was Sarah's most intimate parts she was opening for him.
His tongue came back to her clitoris more firmly. Sarah raised her hips to feel more and held his head more tightly. She groaned and writhed. Al remembered the website, "make her beg for it, man", and moved his tongue away.
"Oh no, Al, please, make me come, please."
It was a high pitched moan. Al sucked and licked her bud and Sarah came in a combination of shrieks and bounces and writhing. Her orgasmic juices covered his face. Al licked and sucked and explored her folds as she recovered.
He came up beside her. She had a tranquil smile as she stroked his face.
"Oh my fucking God, that was wonderful." She felt the moisture on face. "I've come all over you, don't you mind?"
An embarrassed blush came to his face. "Sarah I'll ever get enough of it."
"What on earth has happened since last night?" wondered Sarah.
She made some coffee which they drank on the bed. Al looked at her wonderful body as they talked and traced his fingers over her breasts and stomach. Sarah loved it and when he moved to her pussy she opened her legs for him. His touch was very light as he explored each detail. It just felt intimate and tender rather than arousing to Sarah and she lay back in pleasure. Then she felt some more intensity and quickly put their coffees on the bedside table and kissed him urgently.
It only took a few seconds before she whimpered and shuddered into another orgasm. She simply couldn't believe it.
"This isn't fair. I've had three lovely orgasms this morning and you haven't had any."
The website had prepared him.
"Remember, a lot of very sexy women don't ever come from a straight fuck, and some not very often. This position will give you your best shot.
"Whatever you do, man, don't come too soon.
"Now women often like it soft and tender, but you're more likely to hit the jackpot by forgetting about that when you do it this way. Go for it man."
He had also read about premature ejaculation.
He started to move Sarah into a kneeling position and she quickly understood.
"How does he know about this?"
But it was one of her favorite positions and she put her bum in the air and her shoulders on the sheets. Al's entry was tentative as he still wasn't sure, but Sarah pushed her buttocks back into him. He realized the website must be right and thrust in hard and deep so that his knob nudged into her cervix. Sarah knew what was going to happen and moved so that she could hold onto the headboard.
But she hadn't anticipated what a fit and strong 20 year old who was just starting to enjoy his sexual prowess could do. Al held her hips and decided to "go for it". The sight of her rounded ass, the powerful urges from his cock and the confidence from her having three orgasms already meant he forgot all his inhibitions.
His loins bashed into her buttocks and his knob banged into her cervix.
Sarah groaned in delight and held the headboard tighter. Al sped up and thrust even harder. He changed position slightly so he could get in deeper. He forgot about tropical islands, he forgot about beaches, he even forgot about Sarah as raging hormones and raging sensations from his cock took control.
This suited Sarah. Her body shook but she kept thrusting back on him and she too forgot about the sea, beaches and Al as the only things she was aware of were the soaring sensations in her vagina. Her groans became grunts.
Al didn't have to worry about premature ejaculation having come twice the night before and he thrust and pounded in an unrestrained and mounting primeval frenzy. He didn't realize that she had come to a groaning orgasm as the surge shook through his loins and burst through through his knob. They collapsed in a sweaty jumble of limbs.
"Did you come Sarah?"
"Come?" she panted. "I came, I went on a rocket to the moon and came again on your beautiful cock darling Al."
"I didn't hurt you did I? I sort of got carried away."
"Did you?" She smiled.
Sarah ordered a brunch to be brought up and they sat on the balcony as they ate. She couldn't contain her curiosity.
"How many girls have you bonked?"
"Before you, only two." That blush again.
"And did they teach you lots of things?"
"I don't think so. It was only once with each of them and I was pissed both times."
Sarah thought before her next question.
"What happened between last night and this morning?"
Again that blush and a sheepish expression.
"Tell me. I won't mind."
"I went on the computer and found a website."
"You mean you weren't reading about bird-flu in Uzbekistan or wherever?"
More of that sheepish expression.
"I'm glad you weren't."
After another five minutes, "You can move your things in here if you'd like to. And Al, you can do that to me anytime you like. You don't need to ask."
They played volleyball with the others, went swimming, another dead heat, and went sailing in small racing dinghies. They showered, then idly and tenderly pleasured each other's genitals, licking and kissing in the 69 position. Sarah couldn't quite understand why he seemed to adore her so much down there but was delighted that he did.
"I used to have a Brazilian. Would you like me to get one tomorrow?"
She took that kiss on her clitoral hood as a 'Yes'.
When she had his cock in her mouth she remembered how he had tormented her that morning and took him to the brink three times.
"For fuck's sake Sarah," he groaned before she took him to the depths of her throat and then felt his cum spray onto her breasts.
The next morning Sarah showed him her beautician's expert handiwork but hadn't expected his reaction to her Brazilian.
"Oh my fucking God, you're so beautiful down there. For heaven's sake Sarah, look. You've got two smiles. Hello southern smile." He kissed her vulva.
"Hello northern smile." He kissed her lips.
"Hello vertical smile." Her vulva again.
"Hello horizontal smile." Her lips.
"Are you just going to talk about it? Or are you going to do something about it?" Sarah demanded.
So he slipped between her legs, pushed them right back beside her body and wide and got down to some serious business. After an hour she pushed him away because she was exhausted.
Over the next two days everything became better and better. Their sex went to new heights of tenderness sometimes and new heights passion and raw physicality at others. Sarah realized one of the very real positives of Al being 20 was that he was always ready for more. She thought about one of life's cruel ironies in that men reach their sexual peak at 19 or 20 while women reach theirs in their mid to late 30s. In this respect they had perfect timing.
It was far more than sex. Their days were busy, swimming in the pool always with dead heats, surfing, sailing, snorkeling, volleyball with the group and in the evenings they went dancing. Sarah taught Al more steps and they became quite an attraction on the floor. They could happily spend hours talking and laughing or walking and reading in silence, just soaking up the pleasure of the other's company.
Sarah was becoming fonder and fonder of him. She called him darling and Al was absolutely devoted to her.
On the second night after she had had her Brazilian, Sarah noticed something different in Al's oral sex on her. He was licking all around her vulva and perineum as he often did when his tongue tickled her anus for a moment. She had two immediate reactions.
"How could anyone do that?" and her instincts against anal sex. Two men had asked her to and, when she was drunk one night, she had agreed to try it with one. But she had stopped in less than half a minute because it had hurt so much. But what Al had just done certainly hadn't hurt and he seemed to enjoy it. She couldn't understand why anyone would want to lick her there.
"I don't mind if he doesn't".
His tongue ventured again, this time for a little longer.
"God I never thought that would feel so nice," she thought and pulled her knees back to open herself more.
This time his tongue even probed inside. Sarah was excited by the feeling of forbidden pleasure and she soon orgasmed when he turned to her clitoris.
She pulled him up and kissed him. No nasty tastes, mainly her vaginal juices which she loved almost as much as he did.
"No-one's ever done that to me before," she said.
"I've never done it to anyone before."
"Well that doesn't surprise me. Why did you do it?"
"I've had the urge for days and this time I couldn't hold back." He didn't mention the instruction website.
"I'm so glad you didn't hold back, but isn't it dirty?"
"No it's lovely. Did you mind?"
"Mind? No I never thought anything would feel so nice there. But Al, I tried anal sex once and it just isn't me. It hurt so much I stopped in half a minute. Please don't try it, please don't even start to talk about it. I just don't want your cock in there."
He kissed her nipple. "It's your body and it's your decision."
Sarah snuggled into his arms, she knew he would never do anything to hurt her.
He didn't repeat it in their love making the next day and Sarah became a little frustrated. But that night his gorgeous tongue returned. She lifted her backside up and splayed her legs to help. She even used her hands to pull her buttocks apart.
"God his tongue must be in almost an inch. That is soooo lovely!"
Al moved to her clitoris and inserted two fingers into her vagina and played on her G spot. As her excitement grew she felt one of those fingers come out and rub her anus. Then it just slipped smoothly in.
With one finger on her G spot, one in her anus and her clitoris being sucked Sarah came to the biggest orgasm of her life. After a minute Al started to lick again.
"No Al, darling, I couldn't take any more just now."
He came up the bed and she put her head on his chest as she still felt her body purring.
"Put your finger back there again."
He reached over and put some massage oil on his fingers He played over her anus.
"Put it inside again please."
Sarah was surprised how easily it slid in and how beautiful it felt.
"Try another finger as well."
This was a little bit more difficult at first, but Al was gentle. At first she felt uncomfortable but as he gently massaged and moved in and out, it felt better and better.
So good that she nibbled his nipple. She pulled away.
"And what would you like now, young Al? My mouth or my vagina?"
"Both."
Al played volleyball with his friends the next morning but Sarah said she had a headache and stayed inside. Once he was gone she did a Google search as he had done four days before. Her first results were similar to his as she landed on hardcore sites but by luck she arrived on "A Woman's Guide to Anal Sex" and she read carefully for an hour.
Afterwards she took a taxi to the other side of town where she wouldn't be recognized and bought two big tubes of gel.
They strolled along the beach.
"Have you still got your headache Sarah, you seem a bit quiet?"
She squeezed his hand. "I'm fine, I'm just thinking."
"What about?"
"I'll tell you inside."
Once inside she showed him a tube of gel.
"This internet site says you've got to use lots and lots of this."
He knew immediately what she was talking about but just nodded.
"It says it's usually best if you use your fingers first to get me ready and it says you've got to be gentle and slow at first." Sarah held his hand tightly and looked at him pleadingly.
"I'll be gentle and slow."
"It says lying on our sides with you behind might be best for the first time."
"That seems like a good idea." His voice was a whisper
"It says it might hurt me a little bit at first, but it's worth making the effort."
"I'll stop if it hurts too much."
"You will please, won't you?"
Al could tell she was nervous so he put on some dance music and took off her clothes and Sarah undressed him. They danced and perhaps drank too much wine. Sarah relaxed and was soon dancing erotically in front of him, then holding him tightly.
Al went down on her and with two fingers in her anus she came to a lovely orgasm. Her emotions were in conflict: she needed him in there but she was scared.
"Have you put lots of gel on?" she asked as she lay in front of him.
"Lots."
"Good, put on lots more. And on my bum."
"I think you should lift up your knees a bit more."
She felt his knob nudge her anus and winced.
"Did that hurt?"
"No, I'm just a bit nervous. Try again."
There was a little bit of pressure but suddenly his knob was inside and it hadn't hurt at all.
Al felt exquisite sensations from his cock and pushed in further. Her rectum felt tight but he slid in easily.
"How far are you in now?"
"About half. Is it alright?"
"It's lovely. Just go in and out up to there. No further."
Al started his rhythm and found that it became easier the more he did it. He could take his cock right out and slide in with no resistance. He sped up his movements and felt Sarah's backside start to writhe then suddenly she thrust back.
"As far in as you can Al, darling. It's gorgeous."
That was the end of his restraint. He pushed in hard so that his pubic bone was up against Sarah's buttocks as he strove to get his cock in deeper into this wonderful channel. She groaned and pushed back and he moved his fingers to her clitoris.
"As hard as you can, please Al."
So he obeyed her command and he obeyed the commands of his cock. The tightness and smoothness of her bowel was a new and exciting feeling. That Sarah was giving him her anal virginity aroused him more and as soon as he was sure she was enjoying it he drove in hard and deep,his loins crushing into her buttocks.
Sarah's anal nerves were humming. The rim of her anus was almost burning with delight and her rectum squeezed on this welcome intruder. Every time he thrust in deeper the better it felt. She felt the pressure through to her vagina and her pleasure seemed to be surging everywhere. She pulled her buttocks apart to help him get in deeper and sighed with joy.
She came first with a shudder and a joyful wail and Al grunted as his load surged through his cock and into her deep recesses.
She looked sad afterwards.
"What's the matter? I thought you had liked it"
"It was absolutely beautiful. No, I was thinking of all those wasted years. But perhaps God was wise and kept me waiting until I found you.
"Yes, that's it. I'm so glad I did that with you first darling Al. No other man would have so been gentle and then so exciting"
Al looked into her eyes and felt his adoration of her overflowing.
"Sarah I adore you, I love you so much."
"We're both so lucky having each other beautiful Al."
They went for a long walk on the beach in the evening. Over the five days Al was able to talk about his father more. She was the only person he had been able to talk like that to since he had died. They sat under some palm trees in a cove they had to themselves.
"Your Dad sounds like he was a very nice man," Sarah whispered.
"He wasn't rich, he wasn't even very successful, he wasn't all that good at sport but he was always the man I admired most of all. With my Mum and Sis and him we were always so happy. I still miss him everyday." Tears rolled down his cheeks
"So you should Al."
"What do you mean?"
"Of course you're going to miss your dad who you loved so much and admired so much all your life. Something would be wrong if you didn't. The death of your dad that isn't something you should ever get over. You should always remember him and miss him."
He thought for sometime. "No-one has had ever said it quite like that before. They've said that it's right for me to grieve but some time I'll recover. He looked at Sarah. "Dad would have liked you."
"I'm sure I would have liked him too. I'd like to hear all about him if you want to talk."
Al narrated his story from his first memories as a toddler through his childhood, the happy times when his Dad taught him how to play sports, the family holidays. The sad times like when his Dad was laid off from work and they had to sell the house, the funny times like when his Dad hadn't clipped his ski boot on properly and fell flat on his face at the first gate of a masters' ski race in front of some spectators.
"Your Dad thought that was funny?"
"At first he was a bit pissed but then he started laughing so much all the spectators joined in."
"I'm sure I would have really liked your Dad."
"When I was a teenager a lot of my friends didn't get on so well with their fathers. But as he said, we were best friends. We could talk for hours and he never talked down to me. Sure he was pissed off when I was suspended from school for smoking but he didn't yell and scream."
Tears continued to gently flow. Al turned to Sarah and she saw the pain in his face.
"The doctors said he would most likely live for six months, but he only lived for five. I wish it had been only five days. It was terrible Sarah.
"He spent the first month getting all his legal and tax matters sorted and then the weight started to fall off him and the pain started. They gave him painkillers and by the end he was on morphine. He didn't want to take them because he said he wanted to be able to talk to Mum, Sis and me, but we could see it in his face. He didn't get out of bed much in the last two months. Me and Mum and Sis took it in turn to lie beside him on his bed holding his hand and we talked a lot. Sometimes he was content but sometimes he cursed himself for failing us by getting sick. I used to tell him how much I loved him, how I was the luckiest boy in the world having the best father in the world. He liked that, I'm sure."
"I'm sure he did." Tears were streaming down Sarah's face.
"He often said he was the luckiest man in the world because he had Mum and Sis and me."
"Sometimes he was a bit scared. He used to go to church just a few times year, but he he didn't really know. Once he asked me if I thought there was a heaven. I said I didn't know, but if there was I'd meet him there sometime.
"My Dad died in his sleep. A brave and kind doctor gave him an overdose of morphine. All three of us were lying on the bed with him. There was a funeral and some people said a lot of nice things and then it was just Mum and me and Sis and an empty chair at the dining table. Jeanie and Brad have been real friends, but even with them I haven't really been able to say what I feel. Not like this."
They lay in each others arms and their tears made little dark puddles in the sand.
After five minutes he pulled her up and hugged her and kissed her then told her to look at the stars.
"That's where you've come from Sarah, you're an angel come down here to make the world a better place."
"Al, you do know you talk some absolute rubbish sometimes, but you can talk that sort of rubbish anytime you like."
They walked around town with their arms so tightly around the other, that their ribs started to hurt, but neither wanted the other to stop.
Back in their room Al asked "Well, angel Sarah, is your ass ready?"
Sarah lay on her back on the on the bed, her thighs pulled back so far they touched the sheets.
"Yes my darling Al, my ass is ready, willing and waiting."
As Al knelt on the floor in front of Sarah he held her right hand in his left and her left hand in his right. They both looked into the other's eyes as Al's cock slid into Sarah's anus and watched the pleasure mount in each other's face as he probed deeper. Unlike the first time, the pace and pressure was gentle and languid.
"Al darling, why didn't you fuck me like this sooner?"
"Sarah darling, why didn't you tell me you liked it so much?"
"Because I didn't know."
He looked down at her thighs, down at his cock sliding easily into her anus, down at her vulva which was open and her inner labia were glistening from the moisture of her pleasure. He looked up at her breasts just bouncing slightly as he nudged in deeper, up to her smiling lips and into her loving eyes. They both tried to extend the bliss forever, but eventually Sarah's eyes closed, her hips wriggled and rotated and shivered and she sighed "Darling, darling Al.."
With one deep thrust he came and Sarah pulled him down and wrapped her arms and legs around him, his flaccid penis still inside her quivering anus.
"Al, darling Al, what are you doing to me?"
"Angel Sarah, what have you done for me already?"
Their adoration for each other grew even stronger and physically they climbed to even greater heights. Both Al and Sarah knew they had paradise on earth.
Every evening when they had been at the night club they spent some of their time dancing with other people and it was only the last hour they danced together. Both were happy with this and that last hour was always a sensuous build up to bed. Sarah had watched Al's growing confidence and he now easily asked girls from outside his own group of friends to dance.
His dancing skills and his confident smile meant he was not often turned down and quite a few of his partners were unhappy when he took them back to their tables.
Shed saw how he raised his sights and confidently approached the most attractive and sometimes the most aloof women. It didn't make any difference.
"He's learned how to fly, it's time for him to soar with the eagles," thought Sarah.
She was happy for him and proud of her contribution but tears came to her eyes.
Three mornings after their anal initiation they were on their balcony having breakfast. At this time on the next day Sarah would be flying home and both knew that there was a serious discussion to be had.
"Our last full day here Al," said Sarah.
He looked at her with sad eyes.
"I could come and live with you."
"I'm sure in some ways we could be very happy. But you need your mother and your sister and they need you. And you've got all your lovely friends. And Al, darling, there is the age difference."
Both of them had heard the snigger of "toyby" a couple of times. That hadn't worried them but it had caused them to think.
"I've seen you dancing with other girls. There's a world full of lovely girls who will love to meet you. You've got the whole world to discover. And I want to have children as soon as I find the right man."
While his heart had said how he wanted to be with Sarah forever Al's mind had come to the same conclusion. He had thought about Sarah's friends being 20 - 25 years older than him and knew that would be very hard. Would they just see him as her toy boy?
And he knew that for some reason girls suddenly seemed to like him. He understood Sarah's desire for children and in one way would love to be the father of them, but the idea of being a father so soon was not appealing at all.
He couldn't think of anything to say. His mind went through all the times they had had together since she had first thrown that volleyball to him. His eyes misted over.
Sarah kissed him.
"Al, I loved every minute we've had together. I've loved you more every minute. I'm so glad that it was you who made love to my ass for the first time. I adore you, I always will. Let's make our last day a happy one. Let's be glad we've been so lucky to have this paradise together. Most people never will."
"I owe you so much Sarah. You've made me so confident, you've shown me all about sex. And every second with you has been from paradise.
I'll never find anyone like you."
"You'll meet lots of girls and some of them will be perfect in a different way. Come on Al, I've got a special request for you."
"What's that?"
"You'll be the last 20 year old I will ever fuck. I want you to give something to remember 20 year olds by. Starting right now."
At the airport they had a tight hug and a long kiss.
"Good luck, darling Al."
"God bless, angel Sarah."
Sarah settled in her seat as the seatbelt lights were switched off and turned on her computer.
She decided to open the 10 emails from Roger which she had seen build up in her mailbox. There was a similar theme in all of them. He had made such a stupid mistake and could she please forgive him.
She composed a brief reply: "Get lost!*!".
Then she decided to think before she hit the send button.
Al's mother hugged him at the airport.
"Did you have a nice time dear?"
"It was cool."
"And did you meet a nice girl?"
He didn't answer but within five minutes she could see the change in him and knew that he had. Later he showed her some photos and told her all about Sarah, except for the sex. Then he asked his mother to tell him everything about his father from the very first time they met. |
62 | Adventures in Victorian London | BadWolf49 | Anal | 2021-10-07 | 2021-10-07 | 2022-01-08 09:49:01 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/adventures-in-victorian-london | A story about a randy Lord and his Lady. | ['Straight'] | 3.92 | It was October 1888, and on this particular night, London was drearily cold and foggy. It was definitely not a night to be outside but rather at home in front of a good, well-built fire. Lord and Lady Forbes had decided to do precisely that. They would stay in and sit in front of the fire rather than face the bitter winds and rain that they could hear slamming against their window panes.
Lord Forbes, the former Thomas Forbes, had not started life out as a lord but rather as the son of a gamekeeper. He had grown up on a member of the aristocracies estate in Devon. Still, he had wanted much more out of life than his father and, early on, realised that he was not happy with the class system. A system that would have kept him in servitude. When his father was no longer considered fit enough to carry out his duties and was forced to retire, he would replace him as the gamekeeper.
Thomas decided to escape those expectancies for his life. So he made his way from Devon to London with nothing much more than the clothes on his back. Upon arrival, he had quickly found work as a groom; he was very good with horses, and of course, back in 1888, they were the primary mode of transport.
As he worked, he was astute enough to save and invest some of his money, not something prevalent for the working class in those days. Sometimes the investments were not successful; fortunately, he seemed to have an inordinate amount of luck for the majority of his investments. With the money that his investments brought him, he started to buy properties and eventually take over several different businesses. He also began lending some of his newfound riches to the upper classes, some of whom could not always pay back their loans and thus became owing to Thomas.
Thomas soon came up with a way for them to absolve themselves of their debts and thus not suffer the disgrace of being taken to court by a commoner for unpaid debts. In lieu of their repayment obligations, Thomas asked for favours that would make him more affluent and more influential. One of his debtors had been a well thought of Prime Minister. When he could not pay what he owed, Thomas asked for a contract for one of his acquired businesses, a contract to make ships for the Royal Navy. The Prime Minister beholding to Thomas had no option but to ensure that Thomas got the agreement on the terms he desired.
As Thomas rose in eminence in the business world, he was eventually knighted by Queen Victoria. He had now become one of the richest men in Britain, and with his knighthood, he felt he had defeated the class system he hated so much. He became a philanthropist, donating to many charities and endowing hospitals and universities with the money they needed to keep running. As a result of all his charitable work, it was only a matter of time before he was awarded a peerage.
Thomas was always a handsome man and, even in his youth, one who had looked after himself and his body, often exercising to keep his body fit. He had married into the aristocracy; in fact, he had married the youngest daughter of the Duke who owned the estate upon which he had grown up. He and Eleanor were very well matched. Despite the disparity of their births, both were intelligent. They each had ideas on sexual activity that would have been considered quite scandalous at that time.
Both had agreed early on that theirs would be an open relationship. Although obviously, living in the times they did, it would be behind closed doors. However, they would not deny each other the chance to not only enjoy each other's bodies but enjoy those of others too.
This brings us back to that cold October's night in 1888; the rain always made Thomas feel horny. As her ladyship rose and bent over to pick up her crochet that had fallen on the floor, he reached out for her derrière and pulled her close to him. Thomas told her to forget the crochet as he had other things on his mind. Then, turning to him, she smiled and said that he could take her tonight in any way he chose but that she was determined to take their young coachman to her bed tomorrow night.
Most of the staff knew about their unusual attitudes to sex but were committed to a vow of secrecy. In actuality, several of the servants had been well rewarded for their own sexual activities with their lord and lady.
Thomas told Eleanor that he intended to spank her and sodomise her, no stranger to sodomy and, in fact, a lover of it, Eleanor began getting wet at the very thought of it. She was soon naked and standing before Thomas awaiting his pleasure; he pulled her down, placing her over his knees and began to softly spank her proffered arse. Eleanor could feel his rapidly growing cock trying to get out of his trousers as her pussy was pushed down on top of it. With each expert slap driving her wild with desire, knowing that she had to have it inside her, but still enjoying the spanking.
He carried on slapping her until her posterior was red and smarting, each nerve ending now on high alert to the gentlest of touches. Then, fully aroused, she begged him to stop and fuck her tender rump; within seconds, he had risen and pushed her to the floor.
He was soon as naked as she was; he ordered her to bend over the card table, calling her a dirty little bitch as she did so. Calling each other dirty names was another aspect of their lovemaking which they enjoyed immensely.
She did as ordered, spreading her legs to facilitate his entry into her anus. He spat on her little hole to provide a little lubrication; it would mix with his pre-cum that was by this time dripping profusely from the end of his cock. Then, he pushed into her as she gripped the table, feeling the pain that she found so sweet, as her hole was stretched by his now engorged nine-inch prick.
He pumped slowly, and she moaned softly with each gentle thrust; he was a skilled lover of both men and women, and he knew how to time his thrusts and anticipate his partner's movements. This enabled him to recognise the factors that would signal they were close to orgasm. Eleanor removed one hand from the table, bringing it to her pussy, which, was of course, really wet by this time. She began to massage her lips and clitoris, her body started to twitter, and her breathing became laboured. She just loved the pleasure of having both holes attended to at the same time.
Thomas recognising the signs, started to increase the speed of his thrusts; he soon filled her arse with his life-giving love juices, though they would not be creating any life in her ass. As he began to slowly pull out, Eleanor also had an orgasm. Thomas lifted Eleanor to her feet and turned her around, calling her a dirty slut, telling her that she was not yet finished and still had a clean-up job to do. She obediently dropped to her knees, knowing what he was referring to. Her ladyship took his still rigid cock into her mouth. She licked away both his and her own cum that still dripped down his shaft and onto his balls.
Thomas reached over and pulled the sash that would summon the maid; she soon knocked on the door, and Thomas called her in. He and Eleanor were still naked but being used to such things and having had sex with both her lord and her lady, she did not bat an eyelid but felt wet at what she imagined, well knew had been going on.
His lordship told Anna the maid that they wished some tea and toast before retiring to bed and to be about it with no dawdling. When she retired from the room, Eleanor reminded Thomas that she would be taking the coachman to her bed tomorrow and fucking him until she was sore.
Thomas gave her his blessing and said that a night with Anna would suffice for him, but he might try the coachman himself on the following night. |
63 | Adventures of a Working Girl | scuik | Anal | 2013-04-07 | 2013-04-07 | 2022-01-08 09:49:03 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/adventures-of-a-working-girl | Ben and Patricia meet for drinks after work. | ['Anal', 'Ass To Mouth', 'Atm', 'Couple', 'Cum Swallow', 'Facial'] | 3.88 | It has been a hard day at the office. For the past few weeks, Ben and Patricia have been working on a project together and, at just past six thirty that evening, they put the finishing touches to their work. To celebrate the project's completion, Ben suggests they go our for a few drinks.
The walk to the nearest bar and celebrate by sharing a bottle of champagne. They move on to a restaurant for some food and wine. The conversation flows and they find each other to be pleasant, easy company. As the evening draws to a close, Ben walks Patricia home.
"Well, here we are." Patricia announces as they reach her home. "Thanks for a lovely evening."
"Yeah, I had a really fun time." replies Ben. Chancing to fate, he ventures "So, can I come in for a coffee or something?"
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Okay, you're right. Perhaps just a goodnight kiss then?"
"Well, okay. I guess I don't see any harm in that!"
The two embrace and fall into a deep, passionate kiss. Ben backs her up and presses her against her door as they kiss. Patricia pushes her body up against Ben in response. His arms envelop her as his left hand moves down towards her firm, round rump.
"Well, maybe you can come in for a little while." concedes Patricia. "But only for coffee. I'm not the sort of girl who has sex on a first date!"
They move inside and Ben joins Patricia in the kitchen as she makes the coffee, still a little flustered from their kiss. They move over and sit down next to each other on the couch. Ignoring their coffee, the conversation continues as they edge closer to each other. Until they are once again locked in a passionate kiss. Although this time slower and less urgent than the previous one.
Ben leans over, easing Patricia into a reclining position on the sofa as they continue to kiss. He slides his hand up her leg, over her knee and pushes her tight pencil skirt up a few inches as he slips his fingers underneath it.
Patricia pushes him off her and sits up. "I told you, I'm not that sort of girl." She notices the bulge in Ben's pants and can't stop herself from reaching out to touch it. "Maybe there's something I can do with this though...."
She fondles his stiff cock through his work trousers. Running her hand along the length of it, she reaches his zip and pulls it down. Ben shuffles in his seat to make room for Patricia's hand as she reaches inside his gaping trousers and pulls out his thick, stiff dick.
She runs the tips of her fingers along it and then grabs hold of it towards the tip. She slowly moves her hand gently all the way down the shaft, then back up and down.
"So what do you want to do with it?" asks Ben.
"This is nice," says Patricia as she continues to stroke his achingly hard dick. "Maybe there's one thing more that we could do with it though...."
Patricia moves down to her knees in front of Ben and pulls his balls out of the opening of his trousers. She licks his scrotum as she continues to stroke his cock. She licks up the shaft to the tip of his dick, tasting the wetness that had seeped out it it. She licks her tongue around the head of his cock before taking it into her mouth. She sucks and licks him enthusiastically, taking him as deeply as she can into her mouth, although she struggles to wrap her lips fully around his girth.
"Oh, that's amazing." says Ben. "I want you. Let me fuck you."
"I said we can't. I don't want you inside my pussy tonight. Although my mouth is getting sore."
"Maybe there's something else we can try? Climb onto the sofa."
Patricia kneels up on the seat cushion and bends over the back of the sofa. Ben stands up behind her and hitches up her skirt all the way over her round hips to her narrow waist. He sees she is wearing hold up stockings and beautiful, expensive looking panties. He slips them down over her firm ass and down to her knees.
"What are you doing? I said...."
"Don't worry, I won't touch your pussy. Although I can see it is very beautiful."
Patricia blushes as Ben grabs her ass cheeks and eases them apart. He admires her pretty, neatly waxed pussy and perfect, tight ass hole. He runs his tongue along the inside of her right cheek, before pushing it against her ass hole.
"Oooohh!" groans Patricia as she feels the tip of Ben's tongue against her ass. He licks around her ass hole before pushing his tongue into her. Her ass gives way and the tip of his tongue enters her without difficulty. "Mmmmm, yes. You can put yourself inside my ass. I want your dick inside my ass."
Ben positions himself behind her and slowly enters her ass. He pushes himself inside her, his stiff cock meeting no resistance from Patricia's relaxed, accepting ass hole. He fucks her with long, slow strokes as Patricia pushes back against him, forcing him deeper into her. He increases the pace and power of his thrusts as Patricia's pleasure grows. She shrieks and grips tightly to the back of the sofa as she climaxes hard.
She pulls herself forward and off Ben's dick and turns round to sit on the sofa. Brushing a lock of her shoulder length, impossibly dark hair behind her ear, she leans forward and takes him in her mouth. She licks and sucks at his cock, then takes a breath and opens her mouth wide to deep throat him.
She takes him all the way into her mouth and into her throat, until her nose presses against his stomach. She moves her mouth up and down his length in this fashion until she runs out of breath and has to move back. When she recovers, Ben pulls her head towards him and she takes him into her mouth again. This time she doesn't have to move as he fucks her throat until she runs out of breath again.
He sits down next to her on the sofa and she climbs up and straddles him, pushing her ass hole down onto his stiff dick. She rides him hard and fast, bucking her hips into him. She comes again and flops down onto Ben, exhausted. He gathers her in his arms and stands up, still inside her. She grinds herself onto him and, still shaking from her last climax, brings herself to orgasm once more.
Ben turns and lays her down on the couch. He looms over her, pushing her knees up to her shoulders as he pounds himself into her ass at a ferocious pace. Patricia's eyes roll back with pleasure as he declares "I'm going to cum!"
He pulls himself out of her and moves himself up to her. Patricia grabs his cock and directs him as he splashes a jet of cum over her pretty face, which streaks from her forehead to her chin. A second stream lands on her cheek and a third over her mouth. He thrusts himself forward and Patricia takes his still throbbing cock into her mouth as he releases more sperm, which she swallows down with a big gulp.
Patricia groans with pleasure as she sucks on the tip of Ben's dick and strokes gently along it's length. Ben stands up and fastens up his trousers.
"So, see you at 9 o'clock tomorrow?" he smiles. |
64 | Adventures of Ariel | celestija | Anal | 2005-08-29 | 2005-09-11 | 2022-01-08 09:49:05 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/adventures-of-ariel | 1. Ariel is watched during her first group sex. 2. Ariel loses a game and must pay up. | ['Anal', 'Bondage', 'Group', 'Party', 'Rough'] | 4.08 | Ariel laughed as she fell into the back seat of her waiting limousine. She had just finished yet another successful concert, and finally convinced one of her colleagues to join her for a little fun that night. Her flowing black skirt revealed more than a little thigh as she reclined across the seat, waiting for Tim to get in.
As he stepped into the limo Tim caught sight of Ariel's long, slender legs and decided to make his move while they were still high from their performance. He sat next to Ariel and leaned close, his hand grazing her inner thigh as the limo moved away. Tim caressed her legs, teasing, yet denying Ariel any sort of relief.
The first touch was like an electric jolt for Ariel. She was still buzzing from the concert, and not really caring that her colleague was feeling her up. Something should have screamed at her to stop it here, before it got awkward, but all she could think about were those musician's hands massaging her legs when she so desperately needed to come. How was not important.
They fooled around in the back seat for a little bit, doing everything but what they both really wanted. Tim spotted a familiar bar through the window and asked Ed, their driver, if they could stop here for a while. Both men knew this was a bar whose patrons had a tendency to start fucking at their tables, while those who were interested looked on from their own seats. Ed's shift finished in half an hour, and he decided to join them for a quick drink.
Ariel looked around as she walked into the bar. There were two older guys sharing a beer near the door. They looked like truckers, in their beer stained flannelette shirts. The windows were blacked out, although she couldn't figure out why. She sat at a table in the corner while Tim and Ed got the drinks.
'This place should be packed on a night like this,' she thought. It seemed like a semi-decent place, and the music was good. Ariel tried not to move to the music while she was sitting on the stool, half fearing looking stupid, or attracting the trucker's attention. Tim came over with the drinks while Ed made a phone call. They each downed a shot of sambucca while they relived the highs of the concert.
One drink quickly turned into four, and Ed, who by now had finished his shift, joined them in a round of tequila slammers. Ariel, who was feeling more than a little naughty, suggested the guys lick the salt from her breasts. She giggled during the first round, unaccustomed to the feel of one man's tongue on her breasts, let alone two.
Ariel downed her drink as Tim licked her chest ready for the second, and moaned with pleasure as his tongue explored all of her cleavage. He lingered over her hard nipples, his tongue swirling and teasing in way Ariel did not know was possible. She found herself wondering what else he was so good at, when she was snapped back into reality by a shot being placed in her hand and a wedge of lemon between her breasts. Ariel could not believe she had worked with Tim all these years and not once thought about what else he might get up to.
When they were ready for the final round of tequila Tim whispered into Ariel's ear. Her cheeks blushed a rosy red and she found herself standing up and leaning over the table, lifting her ass into the air as Tim slid his hand under her skirt. Ariel wondered if he would notice she wasn't wearing any underwear, while Tim slowly worked his tongue across both of her ass cheeks and salted the glistening trail he had left behind. His dick had become rock hard at the sight of her perfectly rounded ass sans underwear, and he turned his head to see Ed standing next to him watching.
Tim waited for the exact moment Ariel downed her shot to thrust his cock deep into her glistening pussy. He was hoping this would be met with desire rather than anger, since he had told her he only wanted to see her ass. Tim began moving his cock in and out as Ariel sucked on the lemon wedge in her mouth, muffling any cries that would tell him whether to keep going or stop and run. His cock went so deep that each thrust bounced the table and the glasses slid perilously close to the edge. He watched as Ariel let the lemon wedge fall out of her mouth, and heard what he had so wanted to hear, the gentle cries of delight that allowed him to do as he pleased.
Ariel did not know what to think when she felt that first, gloriously hard thrust. She did not know if she should stop it, since they were in a public place, but it felt so good her mind was incapable of reasoning. As she leant over the table she watched the glasses bouncing with each thrust, teetering so close to the edge they would surely fall, when the barman came over to clear them. Ariel was keenly aware of this stranger watching the whole event, yet for some reason she didn't care. It made her feel good to know that someone she didn't know was so appreciative. Tim was fucking her so hard now that Ariel did not think it was humanly possible for it to get any deeper or better than this. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth in little moans of joy, and felt something invade that space.
Ariel opened her eyes to see a cock working its way in and out of her mouth. From this angle she could not see who it was, and found herself not caring. Ariel was stunned as she realized this huge cock was in her throat and she hadn't felt any resistance at all. She started throat fucking this cock as best she could given it was larger than anything she had sucked before, secretly delighted that she could deep throat. Each time one cock pushed in, her body was forced against the other. They found a rhythm and Ariel reveled in how good it felt to have two cocks so deep inside her. She closed her eyes and suddenly felt both men pull out, leaving her feeling emptier than she had ever felt in her life.
She felt herself being pulled off the table and led to a sofa nearby. Tim lay on the sofa, his cock shiny with her pussy juices, and she obliged in tenderly licking his cock clean. When she was done she turned and found Ed behind her, stroking his hard cock. Ariel then realized this was the cock she had been sucking, and with a mischievous look she sat herself on his cock, slowly sliding it into her pussy. Tim pushed her forward and started licking her puckered rosebud. Ariel had never had a man do this to her before, and wondered if Tim's cock up her ass would be any better than her previous experiences. It felt so delightfully good that Ariel soon asked for Tim to fuck her ass, and he obliged by slowly pushing his long cock into her. He was soon all the way in, and began fucking her ass in earnest.
Ariel could not believe this was really happening. For so long she had dreamt about what it would be like to fuck two guys at the same time, but never had she imagined it would feel as good as it did now. Tim started fucking her ass so hard Ariel thought she would split in two. When he started slapping her ass she couldn't hold back any longer and her body began shuddering in orgasmic bliss.
Tim suddenly withdrew, not wanting Ariel to come yet. He motioned to the barman for another round of drinks. When they were brought over Tim suggested Ariel give him a blowjob in lieu of payment. Ariel did not hear this comment, and Tim knew her mind was on the orgasm he had so cruelly denied her. The barman freed his bulging cock from his pants and waited for Tim's signal to join in.
Ariel screamed as Tim's cock plunged deep into her ass without warning. At that exact moment a cock forced its way into her mouth and for a second or two Ariel was unsure if she really wanted to keep going. Here she was with her driver's cock in her pussy, and at the same time she was being ass fucked by one of her friends with a strangers cock in her mouth. Her hesitation was brief as she realized she may never have the chance to do something like this again, and gave herself completely to the three men. She felt better than she ever had before, and the mere thought of being stuffed with three cocks was enough to bring her back to the edge of orgasm. Ariel tried to scream with delight as her body arched and shuddered, feeling her pussy being flooded with cum. She tried to scream as the cock in her mouth released its treasure deep into her throat. It stayed there for the briefest of moments before her mouth was finally free and she could scream as she felt rivers of cum surging into her ass. Ariel had never been one to stay quiet when it mattered, and at that moment she was oblivious to the many eyes in the room focused on her bliss.
The trio gathered their belongings and were ushered through the back door. Ariel was already thinking about her next adventure as she stepped into the cool evening air.
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65 | The Adventures of Butt-woman | born2rebellis | Anal | 2021-12-22 | 2021-12-22 | 2022-01-08 12:10:30 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-adventures-of-butt-woman | Is this ass slut a fantasy or reality? | [''] | 3.35 | Every night she appeared, It was always the same.
Her appearances began with a dream, Billy felt a warm pleasurable sensation around his cock, only to 'wake' and find Butt-woman -- always in the same position -- reverse-cowgirl, yet leaning further forward with the perfect image of her gorgeous ass on display, swallowing his dick.
He was completely paralyzed, unable to make a sound; therefore, had zero control over his orgasm.
Due to being a horny 'virgin,' Billy never lasted more than five to ten seconds as Butt-woman slide her ass down his shaft. It only took a couple of times and she vanished like a thief in the night, just as she'd arrived.
Butt-woman took great pleasure in taking boy's virginities like Billy's. She thought it was amusing how all these wimpy, inexperienced boys thought of her as their 'girlfriend' and 'dream girl' when she was literally fucking thousands of them.
Butt-woman saw the boys as a collective, whilst on the contrary, every one of them individually worshipped her.
She loved to return to their rooms as these comic-book-type fanboys drew pictures of her from their memory banks and plastered them on their walls proudly. She peered through their windows late at night and in the early hours of the morning to watch them masturbate over her whilst using her superpowers to read their thoughts.
Butt-women could only be seen in their' dreams.'
She was, however, an inter-dimensional being and would often cast a spell over the boys to put them in a dream-like state as she had her way with them. She then made it appear as if they'd 'woken up' from the dream to disguise her 'visits' which left the boys in a state of confusion as to whether it was just a dream or the encounter had happened.
Was she some kind of phantom succubus? or even a female sex predator?
She often left the faint scent of her perfume behind. That, along with the fact their dicks were coated in cum were surely evidence of something.
It's not rape if you like it, the boys insisted.
Their mothers became impressed as they formed a habit of going to bed early.
They began to pray to Butt-woman to visit them and made a goddess out of her.
Butt-woman wasn't into the jock-styled hunks, she gained pleasure from 'nice boys', the inexperienced kind. It gave her a sense of superiority and dominance. She enjoyed not only stealing their virginity; but capturing their hearts, minds, and eventually souls.
Butt-women lived up to her namesake; she was only interested in anal sex. She found it erotic that the boys' first encounter with a woman went against all traditions, customs, and expectancies.
Her vagina was sacred. A beautiful innie; with zero labia protruding, a puffy vertical line bulging from below her giant blonde bubble-butt.
The boys rubbed their cocks raw until it hurt to masturbate.
That's when Butt-woman paid them another visit.
Only this time applying a soothing appointment to their cocks and when they woke, their wounds had healed overnight, throwing them further into confusion.
They loved how Butt-woman took the initiative and made their experiences pleasurable; any encounter with any other woman would have been terrifying since they 'didn't know where to put it.' Butt-woman was taking these matters into her own hands.
The young men were raging with hormones in which she gained a sense of empowerment from extracting. The hormones along with their seed served as a life force to Butt-woman. Her unsuspecting 'victims' fantasies and worshipping allowed her to manifest more promptly; therefore, the boys and Butt-woman couldn't co-exist without each other.
One of her favorite past-times was to instill dreams into the boys' consciousness from afar. One of which, she chose a vision of her sitting in a car at night -- the city lights in the distance and her hand stroking a black gear stick like a cock shaft before she began to ride the stick with her beautiful ass whilst licking her sexy full lips which were displayed prominently through her cat-like latex mask.
She was never seen without the cat mask, and her trademark provocative blue, yellow, and grey swimsuit-styled costume.
Behind the mask, she had the prettiest of eyes; large, oval-shaped blue, which often appeared purple.
The boys started to notice their cum rags from beside their beds going missing and were being replaced with new black washcloths with the initials 'B.W' in red lettering, neatly folded by their bedside tables.
Initially, the boys were shocked their dirtiest and darkest secrets had been uncovered; however, they now began to find it a turn on that Butt-woman was showing such an interest in their masturbation habits, more than just interest, she was taking complete ownership -- her initials marked on the washcloths were symbolizing this, their cum belonged to her.
It was similar to when the young men once left baby teeth behind for the tooth-fairy; instead, now, they left cum stained washcloths behind for Butt- woman.
The boys couldn't say anything about the 'encounters' over the fear of persecution and having people think they were mad.
They were unsure as to whether they had a stalker. When they applied cameras to their rooms the washcloths didn't get changed and Butt-woman never appeared.
One morning after an exquisite dream, Billy went into his en-suite bathroom and in red lipstick, a message was written on the mirror:
"Stroke your cock for me." Next to an imprint of Butt-woman's lips.
On another occasion a message read:
"Pull hard for me."
Initially, he was quite taken back -- even frightened! However, these feelings soon subsided and were replaced with erotic thoughts. He didn't care if he had a stalker! He was enjoying every moment -- as were all of her boys!
Butt woman's idea of fun was leaving behind sexy surprises. The boys were in a perpetual state of excitement. They couldn't go to more than 2 classes without having to take a bathroom break and masturbate. Every day, they practically ran home and told their parents they were doing homework and went straight into their rooms, hoping to uncover another surprise left behind by Butt- woman.
When they didn't, they continued to masturbate over old messages she'd written in lipstick on their bathroom mirrors.
Occasionally, they'd notice their showers had been used and since the glass had fogged up. Butt-woman would leave her bubble-butt ass cheeks imprinted on the glass, to which they'd stand before with their 'BW' cloths in hand and masturbate over the sight of her ass imprint, often shooting over the rags and splashing against her imprint on the walls.
Another favorite activity of Butt-woman's was face-sitting.
Like clockwork, she'd weave her magic and the boys entered a dream-like state with their eyes open and unable to move, as soon as they 'came to', they were staring directly into her gorgeous big ass. She liked toying with the idea that the boys were in complete darkness and entering heaven, only instead of seeing God, the first thing they'd see was Butt-woman's ass! Which had become God to the boys.
As they waited in darkness, they began to sense the familiar salty, sweaty, fleshy smell and a warm sensation flooding through their cocks.
Then they'd 'wake' with their noses only centimeters away from Butt-woman's asshole as she gently started fucking their noses with her ass whilst massaging their erect cocks.
The boys were helpless and might as well of been in bondage as they were unable to move their arms and legs or shut their eyes.
As she was fucking their noses with her pretty asshole, the boys savored the salty, fleshy, sweaty smell. The only other part of their bodies they could move was their tongues as they helplessly stuck them out and lapped up Butt- woman's pussy, which ever so slightly, began to part, revealing her glistening light-pink inner labia.
She loved the fact the boys were so incredibly horny and inexperienced, they'd never seen a real woman's ass before until her, they were so horny they'd try to fuck their sister's barbie dolls and masturbate over models in wall-mart magazines, now they were getting a taste of the real deal and punching far beyond there weight.
The girls at school became insignificant to them and the former 'geeky' guys bestowed a new sense of masculinity and confidence.
They were, after all, having anal sex with gorgeous super-women on a regular basis and began to develop a carefree attitude towards school and life in general.
There were times when the young men were rummaging through their draws for socks when they'd uncover one of Butt woman's black thongs, reeking of her sent. They went to bed with her thongs beside them like teddy bears and smelled them whilst often wrapping the material around their shafts and masturbating.
All while butt-woman, unknowingly to them, would be peering through their windows watching and reading their thoughts. She loved how kinky they were and couldn't believe the fantasies these young men conjured up.
She considered the boys' sacrifices. On their birthdays, they received fleshlights with Butt-women's all too familiar asshole immortalized into them.
There was, however; one condition, If the boys were to engage in romances with other women, then all relations would be discontinued.
Year after year went by when these young men eventually grew up and were now in their mid-40s. To others, they appeared to be single lonely guys, and they were of course, in the domain of the world.
However, they chose to live celibate and away from the world, so they could proudly wear their Butt-woman Pyjamas that matched their Butt woman bedspreads whilst every night playing with their Butt-woman figurines, AKA --fleshlights. |
66 | Adventures of Wiley Coyote | wiley4377 | Anal | 2009-10-22 | 2010-03-04 | 2022-01-08 09:49:06 | 19 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/adventures-of-wiley-coyote-ch-01 | 1. I wondered what it would feel like to be fucked in the ass. 2. Joe wanted to make out, but I wouldn't kiss him. 3. I could feel Tony's balls slapping against my ass. 4. Her pussy was on my mouth, my nose squarely in her bunghole. 5. I have to be fucked in my pussy and ass twice. 6. Wiley began thrusting his fat cock in my ass, deeper. 7. Her pussy was agape and the juices of our labor oozing. 8. She relished the taste of her pussy in my mouth. 9. The tips of the leather flogger found her pouty cunt lips. 10. The fat fingers rudely prodded her front and back. 11. It takes four to make an orgy. 12. Susie's head bobbed up and down on Bobbie's pussy. 13. I wanted to taste her little brown orifice. 14. The hills rolled a lot quicker and smoother at 100. 15. I pistoned in and out of her buttery channel like a machine. 16. Pearls of wisdom—use a condom. Madam Butterfly 17. I inhaled her near virginal pussy scent. 18. The girth and weight of his enormous cock scared me. 19. George pulled his gym shorts down to reveal his massive, | ['Anal', 'Anal Fingering', 'Ass', 'Ass Licking', 'Huge Cock', 'Oral Sex', 'Pain', 'Rimming', 'Rough', 'Squirting'] | 4.45 | It was a cool autumn day. I wiped the fog from my steamy bath from the mirror in order to shave. Staring back at me I could see a twenty-one year old boyish-looking face with blond hair and blue eyes.
My nuts hung down after soaking in the tub of hot water. They were swollen from lack of pussy. Madeline my girlfriend had run off to California two weeks earlier. Hope she has fun with the cash that she took.
I'm so horny, I thought, as I looked at my naked body in the full length mirror; My six inch cock proudly stood at attention; it looked like a fireplug; it was three inches thick and seven inches round.
I had a nice shaped ass. My hips were narrow and butt cheeks were nicely shaped and protruded not flat at all and smooth.
I got dressed in jeans (no shorts) and t-shirt and flannel shirt and walked down Highland toward Ponce. I liked the feel of soft jeans rubbing against my cock.
I was on my way to the diner on Ponce when I decided to check out the adult book store down the street.
After entering the store I passed the chubby clerk to the back where the video booths were.
I stopped to look at the marquee pictures demonstrating the movies. One movie in Booth 3 showed a man with a nice size cock protruding from a woman's ass hole while she smiled.
A tall dark haired man walked up and asked me if I wanted to watch a movie together. He seemed very nice; maybe he was a salesman around 30 years old. I figured he just wanted to jerk off together.
I said yes and before I knew it, we were inside a 5X5 booth. He put several quarters in the money box and the movie started.
We had to stand and look inside a glass window at the movie. The action was exciting as the young busty woman sucked a large cock while spit filtered out and dripped on her tits.
I was a little surprised to feel my new companion's fingers stroking the outline of my very stiff cock through my jeans. However, I did not protest his touching; while in Rome. . .you know.
He knelt down and unfastened my belt then pulled my jeans down to my knees. My cock sprang straight out at attention. He made a moaning sound in appreciation of what he saw.
His mouth quickly encompassed my cock and I could feel his wet hot mouth gingerly sucking the head. He sucked expertly on my cock while my eyes viewed the woman being fucked in the ass.
"Oooooh, that's sooo good," I moaned. What a nice man I thought as he sucked my cock expertly and massaged my nuts so gently.
He took all six inches in his mouth and throat effortlessly. Most women couldn't get much past the head.
Then I could feel his hands on my ass cheeks. He was pulling my cheeks apart and massaging them. Mmmmm yes that felt great too.
I was apprehensive when his finger tips stroked and massaged my virgin ass hole.
He then spit on his finger tips of his right hand, reached between my legs and while pulling my left cheek apart began to rub my little brown hole with his slick fingers.
He continued to softly suck my cock while his slippery fingers were prodding at my little hole.
I wasn't sure I wanted him to do that but when one of his fingers managed to squeeze inside me, it felt so good that I let out a soft moan.
Soon he had his long fat finger in my nether hole and his finger began a wriggling motion that massaged my prostate and caused my cock to spasm like it was cumming.
I was powerless to stop him. I was on the verge of cumming. He withdrew the digit to spit on two fingers that quickly entered my aching hole. His fingers stretched my tight hole but I felt so good.
He alternated sucking and releasing my cock and prodding my ass with his fingers not allowing me to cum yet.
Once again he removed his mouth from my cock and I could feel the cool air on my spit drenched cock.
He didn't remove his fingers and continued to finger fuck my hot hole. It was such a great sensation my cock felt like electricity was running through it.
Each time he thrust his fingers in my hole, my cock jumped up noticeably. It was a spasm delight that felt like I was cumming.
He continued to finger fuck me for several minutes. Each time he thrust his fingers inside my tight hole, my cock jerked up in perfect unison.
I was concerned with how much cumm would come out and where to put it crossed my mind.
He stood up behind me and reached his left hand around in front under my shirt and found my nipples.
He began pinching and pulling them. They were so hard and pointy. The pinching sent waves of pleasure to my hard cock.
"Mmmmm yes that feels so good," I moaned out.
I had wondered what it would feel like to be fucked in the ass. I had never before experienced such feelings of ecstasy with fingers up my ass. Then I could feel his hard cock on my thigh.
"You liked my fingers in your butt," he inquired. I think I said yes.
Then he asked me if I had ever been fucked before and I stammered n-n-no.
"Would you like to try it," he asked. How could I refuse after the sucking and ass playing he gave me? He explained that I would enjoy it a lot.
"I guess so," I murmured softly.
"Imagine how good its gonna feel having my big cock inside you," he promised.
"How big is it?" I asked him.
"Nine and a half inches," he said proudly.
He said he would go slow and stop if it hurt. I only nodded my approval. I felt some assurance that he would stop if it was painful.
I grabbed his cock and was shocked to feel it was so long and thick. It was at least two hands long and my fingers only touched when I squeezed it.
My ass was wet from his spit. He helped me pull my jeans off leaving my tennis shoes on. My pants gone I felt vulnerable and anxious but the feelings of exquisite delight and my boiling need to cum overruled any hesitancy.
I watched as he applied some ointment from a tube from his pocket to the head of his cock.
He had me put my hands on the wall, spread my feet apart and slightly bend over my ass facing him. I felt like a suspect being frisked by the cops.
He held his cock with his right hand as it nudged inside my cheeks and his left finger guided the head to my tight hole.
My bung hole was itchy and wanted more of his fingers inside me. I anticipated a painful entry but his soft cock-head massaged my anus as it prodded and it felt good when it finally popped inside.
He reached around with his left hand and massaged my cock. With just the head snugly lodged in my ass ring, my ass began to pump back against his cock.
I was hungry to engulf the rest of his hard cock. I wanted to satisfy my new found hunger for anal pleasure.
All of a sudden, his cock popped inside my sphincter stretching my virgin hole and the pain hit me like a knife.
"Aiiiiiih,dam" I cried out in agony.
I cried out but he had already pulled back in anticipation and with just the soft head of his cock still lodged inside the entrance to my aching hole. My legs quivered and my cock was still raging hard.
The biting pain ebbed and soon I was pumping back again onto his cock.
"Its OK see it doesn't hurt now, its your first time it hurts a little the first time, just take deep breaths," he counseled me as he pumped on my cock.
We repeated this action twice more until finally I was pushing back on his cock when two inches of hard fat cock entered my rectum.
This time it didn't hurt and my rectum had an unusual full feeling that I could tell was pleasant. My body felt really hot.
Wow, what an experience.
His hard cock felt so much better than his fingers. I could feel the tingling in my cock and my rectum was stretched sore to its fullest.
"You like that don't you," he asked. I only moaned a yes and continued pumping my ass back onto his hard cock.
"You got half of it," he stated.
I reached back in disbelief and grasped his cock and then I knew that at least half his cock was inside me.
I continued to hold his cock directing it in my ass; pumping my ass against it. Each time his cock poked a little inside my rectum, my cock spasmed in delight.
I let go of his cock and he began very slowly plowing a little bit at a time in and out of my ass deeper and deeper. It felt like he was moving one inch back and forth sort of teasing my rectum.
"O, you're so deep," I muttered as he stroked slowly in and out. He had seven or eight inches inside my virgin ass.
"It's starting to feel good isn't it," he inquired.
"Uh-huh'" was all I could moan out.
As my new friend slowly fucked me with his big cock, my ass met his strokes.
Suddenly he held me and slowly urged his long cock straining for more penetration.
I felt my bowel give way and his entire huge cock buried to the balls against my ass cheeks.
"Uuuhh, ooooo, mmmm," I moaned out. But not in pain it was so good. I rocked up on my tip toes and back down but his entire nine inch cock was securely lodged up my virgin ass.
He rubbed my nipples through my t-shirt then reached underneath and pinched my nipples and pulled on them and he stroked my cum oozing cock. It was the beginning of a blissful journey of orgasmic delight.
I could feel my prostate pulsing and my colon spasming and milking his cock. We stood there for what seemed a long time. My butt rubbing his pelvis with my rectum totally stuffed with his long cock.
"Oooo that is delicious," he said in my ear. "You like it now," he stated.
"Yes, I like it," I moaned out.
"You ready for me to fuck you now," he asked.
"O yes I'm umpf ready," I replied. But before I could finish the sentence, he pulled half his cock out and rammed it back in my rectum.
I let out a loud oomph and breath. It hurt a little but I was powerless to stop the onslaught of battering my innards with his hard cock.
His left hand reached around and grasped and squeezed my cock that was oozing pre cumm.
He began pounding my ass. The fucking and slapping of my butt against his pelvis lasted four or five minutes.
I was about ready to explode when he let go of my cock and reached up to find my nipples. He pinched them both real hard.
The feeling of his hard cock in my ass, my ass pumping back and forth on his cock and him pinching my nipples put me in orbit.
The nipple torture and my ass pumping against his hard cock lasted about three more minutes.
He grabbed my hips and started pounding my ass--slap, slap, slap--over and over--pulling almost all the way out and re-entering deep in my rectum. The pounding lasted less than a minute and my cock launched into orbit.
"O' God, I'm cumming," I cried out in a loud voice. Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt ejected from my cock hitting the wall in front of me until there was no more cum left and yet my cock still spasmed even though dry.
I began to want him to stop when after 20 or more strokes of hard pounding inside me with my cock dry spurting continued when he started to grunt and I could feel him cum deep inside me.
He pushed all the way as deep as possible and I could feel his warm cum squirting and filling my bowels.
We just stood there for several minutes with his hard cock still buried deep in my ass and my cock still hard and my nuts sore from spurting so much. I could feel my ass spasm trying to push his tool from my now aching rectum.
I caught my breath and exclaimed: "Oh my God, that was so dam good," I said.
_Part Two next week._
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67 | Adventures with Angela and Janet | trevorb968 | Anal | 2010-04-05 | 2010-04-05 | 2022-01-08 09:49:16 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/adventures-with-angela-and-janet | Janet Moves in and the Games Begin. | ['Erotic Couplings', 'Exhibitionists', 'Group Sex', 'Oral Sex'] | 4.57 | PART 3 JANET MOVES IN.
A week had past since Janet came to dinner, and enjoyed her first experienced of anal intercourse. Before she left our home, she had expressed her desire to leave her husband, and come to live with Angela and I.
I was working in my office when Angela walked in still naked after her shower. God she was a sexy creature, she stood opposite me and patted her long legs and stomach dry. When she arrived at her large firm tits she rubbed them vigorously, making her nipples protrude even further. Next she slipped the towel down to her hairless cunt. She rubbed it between the gaping lips and stimulated her erect clit. Groaning loudly when she brought herself to orgasm.
This wasn't the first time Angela had put on this erotic performance; it was a frequent occurrence when she was feeling particularly randy. She told me that bringing herself off whilst I watched increased her enjoyment immensely, I asked her; "Have you been thinking about Janet again?"
Angela nodded smiled, and told me she thought Janet would have moved in before now. Angela and I reminisced about Janet's gorgeous body, her red silky Basque, and the erotic experience of sharing her delightful small body. Angela teased me, telling me that I was desperate to fuck her friends arse and was devastated that she hadn't moved in.
I told Angela that she was the only woman I needed. She was beautiful, funny, unbelievably sexy and an outrageous exhibitionist. Angela thanked me for the compliment and disappeared into the well of my desk. She took my hard cock in her mouth and gave me one of her expert blow jobs. Whist Angela was blowing me; she frigged her cunt and brought us both to orgasm.
Angela popped up above the desk, and rested her two magnificent hard tits on the desk top licking her lips salaciously, as she savoured and swallowed my sticky semen; "Your semen tastes of Whisky, how much did drink at the Golf club last night?"
I replied, I'd had a couple of doubles and that was all; "Drink more next time it makes it taste delicious." She smiled like a small child, who had just discovered something tasty and new to eat. "You are disappointed that Janet didn't come to live with us, aren't you? I know I was so looking forward it."
I told Angela that, Janet was capable of making her own decisions, and perhaps, she'd changed her mind, Angela replied; "But she told me she'd thoroughly enjoyed the two of us making love to her, and was longing to do it again."
I knew that Angela and Janet were meeting at the Gym, later that morning. I advised Angela not to raise the subject of Janet leaving her husband, leaving Janet free to make her own decision; "She'll be under enough pressure and doesn't need us badgering her to move in."
Angela agreed not to discuss it with her friend. She leaned over the desk, cupped her gorgeous large firm breasts in her hands and thrust them towards my mouth. I kissed both hard nipples, also Angela's puckered lips before telling her; "Go get ready for the Gym, and brush your teeth, your breath smells of Whiskey."
Angela was laughing and swinging her naked arse provocatively, as she left my office. A few minutes later she walked back in wearing her Gym kit. She gave me a long kiss before she ran out of the house to meet Janet. I tried to get on with my work, but Angela and Janet luscious but very different bodies, were never far from my thoughts.
A couple of hours later Angela charged through the front door, shouting for me to come downstairs, she needed a hand to unload her car. I made my way down the staircase presuming that she'd visited the Supermarket, returning home laden with carrier bags of food as usual.
When I stepped out of the front door I saw two cars parked on the drive, ours and Janet's. Angela was walking towards me struggling with two large suitcases; "Janet's left her husband, and she's moving in."
Janet's pretty face popped up from the boot of her car, she smiled and asked; "I hope it's alright Ken?"
Angela reassured her that it was more than all right, it was fantastic news; "Ken's desperate to fuck you again, aren't you?"
I asked if Angela had contact the local newspaper with that titbit of information; "You might as well, you've just told all the neighbours. Take Janet in the house I'll unload the cars."
Janet stopped to give me an affectionate kiss and a hug, which crushed her large breasts into my chest. She blushed furiously when Angela called out; "Don't fuck him on the drive, wait until he gets inside."
I shook my head in resignation; I had long ago, become accustomed to Angela's outrageous behaviour. I gave Janet a playful slap, on her delicious firm rump as she ran to join Angela. I carried suitcase after suitcase into the hall, and piled it high with Janet's belongings.
After closing the door I walked into the kitchen to join the girls who were chatting excitedly. Angela turned and told me; "Your first job is to phone the Italian Restaurant in town, book a table for three for 6-30. Then we have to go and buy a bigger bed, ours is too small for three."
I looked across at Janet whose face turned bright red; she looked down at the floor to hide her embarrassment. I asked Angela if we shouldn't wait, Janet should decide what the sleeping arrangements were going to be. Angela replied that the two of them had already decided; Janet would be sharing our bed. "Isn't that fantastic news Ken, she wants us to fuck her again?"
I held out my arms and they both rushed into them laughing. They hugged and smothered me in kisses. Angela told me to carry the two large suitcases upstairs; they contained most of Janet's clothing. She told me not to bother with the bags containing underwear; "We won't be wearing any."
The pair of them ran upstairs leaving me to lug the two heavy suitcases into the master bedroom. When I entered Janet and Angela were standing side by side with their arm around the others waist, totally naked and grinning at me.
The contrast between their naked bodies was marked. Angela was taller, had a fantastic body with slightly larger tits and a shaved cunt. Janet was tiny in comparison. She too had a gorgeous body, and large firm tits. A shock of bright ginger hair covered her cunt. I dropped the suitcases onto the floor, kicked off my shoes, ripped off my shirt and slacks allowing my long hard cock to spring to attention.
Angela slapped Janet's naked arse playfully telling her; "We haven't got time for a fuck. But you can suck Ken's cock, while I eat your delicious little cunt."
Angela lay on her back at my feet; Janet straddled her face and lowered her cunt onto Angela's waiting mouth. Janet smiled up at me, as she gripped my long cock in her tiny hands. She slipped it into her small open mouth, closed her bright red lips around it and sucked greedily. Angela had impatiently started feasting noisily on Janet's tight little ginger cunt, eliciting a low groan from Janet.
Angela told her; "Let us know, when you're going to come. Ken can come in your mouth, and you come in mine."
I could see Angela was furiously stimulating her own wet cunt, she was determined not to miss out on an orgasm. After a couple of minutes Janet plucked my saliva coated cock from her mouth and groaned; "I'm going to come any second, God what a welcome."
Janet's tiny hands were pumping my cock, as she ran her tongue around its bulbous throbbing head. She was groaning loudly and a long shiver rocked her tits across her chest; "I'm coming now and so is Ken." My cock had started to jerk in Janet's tiny hand. Semen spurted out some of it entered Janet's open mouth. The rest splattered onto her pretty face.
Angela was wriggling her arse around on the carpet as she brought herself off. Janet screamed; "Ken's come is all over the place. Some of it is in my mouth, and the rest is trickling down my face."
Angela sprang to her feet, and kissed Janet open mouthed, they exchanged my semen and Janet's fluids. Angela licked the come from Janet's pretty face frigging her cunt as she did so. Janet trembled and groaned as another orgasm assaulted her.
My cock dripped its last few drops of semen onto the floor. Angela saw it and slapped my cock playfully. She asked Janet; "Could you taste the Whiskey in Ken's come? I could this morning it was delicious."
Janet ran her tongue around her mouth pausing to study the result before replying; "It tasted different, last time it was quite salty. This was thicker and very sweet, it's delicious." They were both laughing as they walked into the en suite bathroom to clean up.
Angela told me to grab some clothes, use the other bathroom to wash and change then wait for them downstairs.
I did as I was told, had a quick strip wash, put on my clothes and went to the lounge. I could hear the pair of them, laughing and giggling in our bedroom. An age seemed to pass before I heard their footsteps descending the stairs. The two of them marched into the lounge holding hands. I couldn't believe what they were wearing.
Both wore black Micro Mini skirts and red silk blouses that were far too tight. Their prominent nipples strained at the thin shiny material. Angela's and Janet's large tits looked as if they could burst out of the blouses any second. The blouses gaped between each button, as they struggled to contain their large breast. Both had bare legs, and wore six inch stiletto heeled shoes.
Their faces were fully made-up, with bright red lipstick liberally applied. They tottered around arms outstretched asking as one, what I thought. I burst out laughing; "You look like a couple of whores. Beautiful, sexy whores, but whores none the less."
They jumped up and down, hugging each other and laughing. Then they tottered over to me and smothered my face with lipstick, as they kissed me still laughing and giggling. They wiped the lipstick from my face, and told me; "We are a couple of whores, but we're your whores, and we don't mind who knows it."
I laughed, and hugged them both, rubbing my hands over their tight arses as I asked; "Underwear?" Angela and Janet smiled excitedly and shook their heads.
We walked to the car; lord only knows what the neighbours thought both of them flashed their naked arse as they clambered into the rear seat. I drove into the city centre and parked the car outside the largest department store in town.
There was a building under construction opposite the store. When the two girls clambered out of the car; the workmen went berserk whistling and shouting lewd comments. Angela and Janet waved, and blew kisses to them before we walked arm in arm into the store.
We rode the escalators to the third floor; I deliberately let the two of them go first. I boarded three steps below them to see what the view was like. Their skirts were so short; I could see most of their wonderful naked arses. Angela enquired smiling; "What's the view like from down there?"
I told her it was fantastic, God knows what people behind me thought. The faces of people travelling down the escalator opposite were amusing. Women either glared at, or elbowed their male partners when they turned to look up the girl's indecently short skirts.
Angela and Janet chatted animatedly knowing exactly what was going on behind. Walking straight into the bed department we started browsing. Quickly we were joined by a smart looking salesman in his mid forties, who asked if he could assist. Angela asked which was the largest in bed in stock with an early delivery date. The salesman led us to a Super King Size bed telling us it was the largest size available in the U.K.
I listened to the salesman's patter; he told Angela about the beds revolutionary springing, the extra padding that covered them. The salesman went on and on about quality of the damask top. I watched his eyes, dart first to Angela large hard breast then to Janet's protruding nipples. The poor guy was sweating profusely and didn't know where to look.
Angela solved his conundrum, she stepped closer to the bed, and keeping her long legs straight. She leaned forward on the pretext of testing the beds firmness; she shoved down on the mattress two or three times. Each time her tits bounced on her chest and her short skirt rose further up her thighs.
Janet also stepped forward to examine the mattress. The salesman felt compelled to avert his bulging eyes. He turned and asked me, what I thought of the bed. Angela replied the bed was for her and Janet. They were twins; I was their rich Uncle and was only there to pay for the bed.
I had to walk away before I burst out laughing. I pretended to examine a couple of beds nearby. I sat down where I could watch and hear what was being said. Janet had thoroughly enjoyed watching Angela tease the hapless salesman and decided to join in the fun.
She asked if they could try out the bed. When the salesman said they could. Janet slipped off her shoes and jumped backwards onto it squealing in delight. The springy bed threw her splay legged into the air. The salesman got a brief tantalising glimpse of her ginger pubic hair. Angela also jumped onto the bed and flashed her naked cunt in the process.
I thought the salesman was going to have a heart attack. I stepped in and called a halt to their fun. I told the sweating salesman we'd take the bed and asked how soon it could be delivered. I think he was pleased to walk away from the pair of them cavorting on the bed. He led me to his computer, flicked through a few pages before telling me the bed could be delivered in ten days, adding that delivery was free.
I asked if he could deliver tomorrow if I paid the delivery costs. A quick telephone call confirmed that the bed could be delivered the following morning if I paid cash or by debit card.
The transaction completed I returned to join Angela and Janet who were still lying flat out on the bed; "Come on you two, let's get out of here, before someone calls the Police."
Arm in arm we left the store the girls were giggling as they received, glares from all the women customers and open mouthed stares from the men. When we returned to the car and the workmen were waiting for us. A dozen of them were hanging off the scaffold whistling and shouting. The girls preened at the attention they were attracting.
As we drove away they removed tissues from their handbag hoisted up their skirts and dried each others dripping cunt and thighs Then they rolled around on the back seat laughing. Janet told us; "God I'm so hot, my cunt left a little wet patch on the bed. I can't believe how randy I got." Angela asked; "What about those workmen, did you hear, some of the things the dirt sods were shouting to us?"
"Twins, you two are twins and I'm your rich Uncle. Where did that come from?" Angela was almost crying with laughter. She told me I was like a rich Uncle who took care of them. The fact I had a big cock and fucked them was the best bit.
We arrived at the Restaurant early and went to the bar to have a drink. There were no tables and chairs around the bar only very high stools. Janet gasped when she saw them; "We can't sit on those, we'll show everything we've got."
Angela replied; "Keep your knees together and Ken can lift us up. It's either that or we stand?"
Their high heeled shoes were crippling them so they had to sit down no matter what the consequences were. I hoisted the pair of them onto the bar stools and sat between them. Angela was quite relaxed but Janet was blushing furiously, telling us; "That chap sitting opposite is looking straight up my skirt."
Angela leaned forward and whispered quietly; "You flashed you ginger minge at the bed salesman. That guy is younger and better looking; give him a treat and cross your legs."
Without any hesitation Janet parted her luscious legs and crossed them slowly, looking the guy straight in the eye. Janet did it just as the young guy was taking a drink. He sucked the wine straight to the back of his throat, coughing and sputtering as he fought to regain his breath. Janet swivelled round to face the bar, she and Angela dissolved into fits of laughter.
We chatted about our visit to the store. Angela asked when the bed was being delivered. I told her tomorrow morning, I wasn't sure what time; it would depend on how long it took the salesman to carry it from town. The observation provoked more laughter which resulted in the girl's large tits bouncing and trying to escape from their thin tight blouses. It was a sight that didn't go unnoticed by the customers and staff.
We placed our orders, and were shown to a table in front window. I sat with my back to the window, the girls both faced out into the street. As prospective male customers peered through the window they were treated to a quick flash of Angela's or Janet's dripping cunts. They pair of them were horny and thoroughly enjoying themselves.
The more wine they drank, the more they flashed their cunts. I called for the bill, much to the disappointment of the girls. The head water told me; we were very welcome customers and he hoped we would return again soon. He presented me with a 25% discount voucher redeemable on our next visit.
I had never seen Angela so turned on she was pawing Janet's tight arse, as we walked the few strides to the car. No sooner had she clambered into the back seat she opened Janet's blouse and chewed her hard long nipples. She also thrust her long fingers into Janet's sopping wet cunt. Janet's breath rasped as she responded to Angela's thrusting fingers. I could hear her groaning louder and louder as I drove off quickly.
I saw in the rear view mirror Janet was writhing about and sliding down onto Angela's probing fingers. I looked back and saw Janet's mini skirt had ridden up her thighs; her ginger cunt was in full view.
I found the two of them very distracting as I drove home through heavy traffic. It was all I could do to keep my eyes on the road when Janet cried out; "I'm coming, eat my cunt and taste my juices." I saw her swivel round and raised one leg onto the seat. Angela immediately plunged her face into Janet's ginger cunt and slurped in it. Janet experienced a very noisy orgasm wriggling her arse around on the leather seat.
Quickly they changed places and Janet tended to the needs of her friend. She sucked and chewed Angela's nipples frigged her cunt and then ate it greedily. As Janet fingered Angela's cunt, she also probed her own. The noise they made filled the car. They gasped, panted, and screamed until they both shared an orgasm. They pair lay entwined in each others arms and legs kissing tenderly. It was very clear to me, that they loved one another deeply.
Their relationship; included but transcended the sex they just enjoyed. If I ever hurt either one of them I knew that our special relationship would be over.
I had been distracted and suddenly realised we were almost home. I turned and told the girls; "Get dressed, and start to look like a couple of whores again. At present, you look like rape victims your skirts are up around your throat and your tits are wobbling all over the shop."
They were both laughing as they dressed, and apologised. Telling me it can't have been much fun for me listening and catching the odd glimpse of their antics. I replied; "I could watch you two, all night. You are beautiful sensuous women with amazing bodies. One day I'll video you pleasuring each other and you will see exactly what I mean."
Angela asked if I owned a video camera. I told her that I didn't but intended to purchase one in the morning. I would video them when they christened our new bed. Janet and Angela couldn't conceal their excitement. The prospect of being filmed as they pleasured each other; rang their bell. I parked the car in the drive; the girls got out and walked into the house in their bare feet.
Once inside our home they walked straight up the stairs hand in hand, Angela told me; "Lock up and open a bottle of Champagne. We're going to have a quick shower; you can join me and our new roommate in fifteen minutes, not before."
I knew better that to argue. I got the bottle of Champagne and three glasses; put them all in an ice bucket. Then I poured myself a glass of red wine and sat down at the kitchen table. Angela called down telling me to bring the Champagne up. I hurried up to the master bedroom walked in and stopped in my tracks.
They both lay on the bed side by side naked. Their arms were stretched above their head and handcuffed to the metal bedstead. They wore blindfolds and had their legs parted. Angela and Janet were giggling and breathing hard.
Wow what a sight, their magnificent bodies were, mine to do with whatever I wished. I just stood at the end of the bed looking down at them smiling. Angela's body was tanned all over; even her naked cunt was bronze. Janet's skin was much paler; her small body looked as if it had been chiselled from a block of flawless alabaster.
Her tiny frame was complimented, by her neatly trimmed delightful bush of bright ginger pubic hair. Their delicious bodies were toned, tummies flat and defined from hours spent at the gym. Despite them laying flat on their backs their large firm tits retained their shape and their hard nipples stood erect.
My cock was straining at the front of my slacks. I just wanted to mount them both and fuck them until my cock fell off. But who should I fuck first.
This was a dream come true, without saying another word I crept out of the bedroom went down to the kitchen. I selected a few items; I could use to fulfil my favourite fantasy.
I returned to the bedroom and quietly I opened the drawer of the bedside table I picked up a selection of large vibrators and slid two of them into the bucket filled with ice cubes. I undressed and tiptoed to the end of the bed, and stared down at their different but very beautiful naked bodies.
Picking up two lengths of string each with a knot tied on the end. I touched them onto the blindfold girl's tits. Slowly I dragged the knot over and between their hard globes. Janet cried out, that she had a spider crawling on her tits. Angela told her it couldn't be; as something was inching its way over hers. I told them to not to speak as I dragged the knot slowly over their flat stomachs. Watching their muscles tense as the knot passed over en route to their waiting cunts.
Angela cunt gaped and the knot easily descended into her pink slit. Janet's cunt had a covering of ginger hair which snagged the knot making it tug on her pubes. Her body and cunt twitched, as the knot dragged through her pubes she groaned loudly.
As I tantalised Angela's bald cunt I watched her lips slowly part. Her cunt slowly opened like the petals of a flower when the warm sun fell on them. Angela's gaping cunt reveal her pale pink shimmering clit, when I danced the knot on its pointed tip Angela growled like an animal.
Her clit twitched responding to the knot dancing upon it. Her cunt gaped wider allowing the knot to slide down dance around its root. Angela's clit and cunt lips turned from pale pink to a bright vibrant pink as blood engorged them. Her clit grew longer and twitched repeatedly as it tried to locate the knot tantalising it. Angela tried to keep her pulsing cunt still to allow me to tantalise her more. She groaned loudly and her body arched trying to recapture the knot when I snatched it away.
Janet raised her knees and opened them to allow the knot access to her small cunt. Her reaction when the knot tantalised her clit was immediate and violent. Her small body arched and trembled as she tried to clutch the knot between the lips of her pulsing cunt and stop it annoying her clit.
Putting down the string I picked up a feather duster and brushed it gently over the tips of their hard erect nipples. They both wriggled and groaned as the duster flicked over them. When it brushed over their flat stomachs they both wriggled trying to escape it.
I told them to raise their arses when they complied. I slid a pillow under their glorious round buttocks and asked them to raise and open their legs wide. I ran the duster through their gaping cunts and over the exposed wrinkled roses of their arse.
Removing two feathers from the duster I circled them around the rose of their arse. They both responded immediately wriggling and contracting the rose tightly. When the tip of the feather tried to burrow its way into their arses Janet and Angela were wriggling, moaning and groaning in unison.
I retrieved the two large vibrators from the ice bucket and applied a liberal coat of lubricant before thrusting them deep into their arses. I couldn't believe the response.
Both the Angela and Janet's bodies jumped then they screamed as they told the other about the freezing cold vibrator buzzing in their arse. A warm vibrator applied to the tip of Angela's clit made her go berserk. Screaming and bucking her hips she came violently. Her fluids tricked from her pulsing cunt onto the pillow supporting her arse. She told Janet, I'd saved the best till last; "I'm coming so hard, I think my tits are going to boil."
Janet's reaction to the vibrator being applied to her clit was no less violent. She planted her feet and arched her back her whole body was trembling. Her arched back allowed me to look straight into her gaping pink little cunt. I watched it pulse repeatedly as juices trickled out. Every time her cunt contracted Janet's hips thrust skywards, as if she was trying to impale herself on an imaginary cock.
Janet came again screaming and clenching her firm buttocks onto the vibrator buzzing in her arse. Suddenly the vibrator shot out of her gripping arse. It flew like a guided missile and landed on the carpet two feet from the end of the bed, Janet came violently. She asked; "What happened, where's the vibrator gone?"
I told her it had shot out of her cunt like a bullet and landed half way across the room." I watched Angela and Janet thrashing around on the bed until their orgasm subsided.
The handcuff keys were on the bedside table; I picked them up and released my satiate prisoners. They removed their blindfold kissed each other then both kissed me thanking for their thrilling experience.
Angela asked me to describe what Janet had done with the vibrator which was still buzzing away on the carpet. I told them about my visit to a sex show in Amsterdam. Where I'd seen a small woman smoke a cigarette in her cunt then blow smoke rings from it. Next she inserted ping pong balls in it and blew them out into the audience.
I told them that trick was child's play when compared to Janet's performance. "She was thrusting her hips in the air gripping the vibrator so hard, it shot out of her arse and landed on the floor."
Janet buried her face in the pillow her muffled embarrassed voice telling us; "I'm such a slut shooting vibrators out of my arse. What will I do next?"
Angela asked if one day I would take them to Amsterdam and catch a sex show; "Why not, I'm sure you'd enjoy it Amsterdam is a fascinating city."
Angela nodded at my hard proud cock. Janet immediately slithered down the bed, and took it into her delicious mouth, plunging it almost into her throat; "Am I getting better I've been practising for days?"
Angela told me Janet had another surprise for me; she clambered over me and knelt alongside Janet. She pulled apart the cheeks Janet's lovely arse; "We washed it out and filled it with lubricant, it's ready to accept visitors. Can I watch? We can munch each others cunt while you fuck Janet's luscious little tight arse."
Angela lay on her back with her head at the end of the bed. Janet eagerly straddled her face and began lapping her tongue through Angela gaping wet slit. Angela groaned as she told me the lubricant was in the bedside table; "It's Strawberry flavour and tastes wonderful."
I grabbed the bottle from the cabinet and applied a liberal coating to my hard cock. Angela pulled the cheeks of Janet's round firm arse apart whilst I inserted the long pointed snout of the bottle into her dark wrinkled rose. I squirted copious amounts of the lubricant deep into Janet's bowel. She groaned loudly into Angela's cunt as she felt the cool viscous liquid coating the inside of her arse.
Angela grabbed my cock and rubbed its large head, around Janet's crinkled rose. She told Janet to relax; it wouldn't hurt nearly so much now it was properly prepared. Janet just groaned louder.
With one quick thrust I buried the head of my cock into Janet's beautiful arse. I watched as it stretched then suddenly open and swallow the large head of my cock. The dark rose of Janet's arse clamped around the large head of my cock and the muscles in her back rippled as her arse stretched.
Angela whose face was only inches away told Janet who was panting and groaning; "It was amazing to watch your tiny arse swallow Ken's cock then grab it and lock it in."
Janet told Angela; "I felt your cunt grip my tongue when Ken's cock went in my arse. It doesn't hurt but it's very tight. I can feel my insides stretching."
Angela resumed ministering to Janet's cunt trying to get her arse to relax. After about a minute; Janet threw her head back, and wriggled her arse onto my cock. I pushed gently forwards to help her ease more of my thick long cock into her slippery tight arse. Angela watched, she groaning loudly and frigging her cunt.
She watched inch after inch of my long cock being swallowed by Janet's pulsing arse; "God this is incredibly erotic Janet. Ken's cock reminds me of a huge ship sliding slowly down a launch ramp into the river."
Janet replied "It feels like a ship is inside me, how much more is there left?"
Angela lied; "About two inches that's all, push back hard."
Janet thrust her arse backwards burying four more inches of thick cock in her stretching canal. She screamed when my balls slapped against her throbbing cunt; "That felt like two feet not two inches. The head of Ken's cock feels as if it's lodged in my chest, somewhere behind my tits."
Angela screamed out that she was coming; I could feel her body thrashing about, Janet resumed eating her cunt. Janet's small body started to quiver as her orgasm approached. Slowly I slid my cock back about four inches. Janet groaned loudly and wriggled her delicious gripping arse.
Janet cried out; "I can't describe what that feels like. I can feel your cock it's trying to pull my arse inside out, it's wonderful. Do it again please, slide out some more and push it back in."
Slowly I dragged my cock further out of Janet's resisting cunt then slid it back. If I withdrew my cock four inches, I could slide back only two. The remaining two inches of my cock had to be forced into Janet's gripping void, but she loved it. Angela, who had the best view, was enthralled by her close up of my long cock sliding slowly in and out of Janet's gripping arse.
She grabbed the vibrator from the bed, handed it to Janet and told her; "Show me what Ken's cock feels like in your arse."
Janet's arse was becoming ever more accustomed to the welcome intruder and slowly was relaxing its fearsome grip. I took this as my cue to slide my cock quicker in and out of her slippery arse. Janet was thrusting the vibrator into Angela's willing arse and resumed eating her cunt. The pair of them was wriggling and moaning as their orgasm intensified.
I withdrew my cock completely from Janet's arse and looked into the bright pink gaping hole between her round buttocks. The rose of her arse was now red and formed a perfect circle which was reducing in size slowly, before her arsehole closed completely. I thrust my long cock as deep into her bowel as I could. Janet screamed; "Do that again and again until you come."
I was only able repeated the feat three times before my balls started to twitch and my cock throbbed. Angela could see that I was going to come again; she popped my balls into her delicious mouth and rolled them around it with her tongue.
Angela allowed my aching balls to pop out of her mouth when I slammed every inch of my cock into Janet's throbbing arse. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back impaling her superb little arse on my aching cock.
Both of our bodies twitched and jumped. I came in torrents into Janet's bowel grunting madly as my cock pumped my warm semen into her arse. Janet was screaming and trembling telling Angela; "It feels like Ken's coming into my throat. I can almost taste it in my mouth."
Angela announced gleefully; "I can taste it, as Ken pumped come into your arse, it was squirting out into my mouth and all over my face. I'm covered in it. Would you like to lick it off while I clean your arse?"
There was a loud squelching sound followed by an audible pop as my cock flopped out of Janet's slippery tight arse. It disappeared straight into Angela's waiting mouth. Janet saw it and cried out; "Angela that's cheating, you said we would share."
Reluctantly Angela released my cock and allowed Janet to collect her share of my thick come; Angela licked the sticky coating from Angela's beautiful smiling face. "Pour the Champagne; let's celebrate the arrival of our sexy little housemate."
I poured the Champagne and handed glasses to Angela and Janet who were propped up on pillows. I raised my glass and proposed a toast; "To my beautiful sexy whores." I clambered onto the bed between them as they raised their glasses and drank.
Angela said; "Look at her Ken, isn't she the sexiest creature you have ever seen? She was built to fuck."
I thought it safer not to reply. We lay on the bed naked for over an hour, chatting and fondling each other without the slightest hint of modesty or embarrassment. When the Champagne bottle was empty we went and showered together.
We climbed into bed and took it in turns to have our body explored by the other two. I have never had so much fun or sex in my life, I was exhausted. I fell asleep with my fingers buried in Angela's wet cunt and my mouth sucking Janet's long nipple like contented baby.
At 10-30a.m, we were woken by the doorbell. I ran over to the window and saw a large vehicle parked at the bottom of the drive; "The bed has arrived pull the sheets off the bed and take them into the bathroom. Stay out of sight until they've gone."
We were all running around the bedroom dementedly. I jumped into a pair of slacks and a jumper and went downstairs to answer the bell which was still ringing. The two men carried the huge bed to the master bedroom and took the old bed to their van. The men returned and set up our new bed.
One of the men pointed to the vibrator on the floor; "You don't live alone then. Where's the missus hiding in the bathroom I bet?"
I told him there were two women hiding in the bathroom that's why I need such a large bed. The older man laughed; "And your a film star I bet, call them out and let's have a gander."
"Angela, Janet can you come out please? These guys think you're a figment of my imagination." The two girls sashayed into the room with a small towel wrapped around their shapely naked bodies. They walked to each side of me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
The delivery men gawped, the older one said; "You luck bastard, you must be well hung if you can keep those two happy."
Angela smiled sweetly stroking my crotch, she replied; "He is, and he does, were ecstatic. Thank you for asking."
I showed the two delivery men to the door and found £10 which I gave then as a tip. When I ran back to the bedroom Janet and Angela were having a shower. I joined them and soaped them both up, Angela warned me to be gentle with Janet's arse it was still a little sore.
Once we'd dried each other off Angela told me we had to go back to the department store, we had no bedding to fit our new bed. We also had to buy the video camera I'd promised. I received assurances that they would dress more conservatively than on our previous visit.
We drove into town picked up the new bedding and a good quality video camera. We had lunch before returning home at around 1-30p.m. after a brief conversation we agree that Janet and Angela would defer their video session until another day, we were all exhausted.
We spent the rest of the afternoon chatting. I knew very little about Janet, except she was ravishing, sexy, had an exquisite body and was married to the local Vicar. We discovered that she had been subjected her to enormous pressure to reconcile her broken marriage. The interventions had delayed her decision, to leave the matrimonial home. Janet told us that she realised her happiness and welfare were of no concern to her husband.
His priority was to ensure that details of her husband's adulterous relationship did not come into public domain. Janet was expected to maintain the veneer of respectability for the public. What happened behind the closed doors or in their marriage was not for public consumption. That was when I told my husband that I had made my decision and intended to seek a divorce."
She told us her husband gave her the name of a Solicitor whose bill would be paid by the by him. The Solicitor would help her obtain a quick divorce on the grounds of irreconcilable differences. No mention would be made of his adultery. She would receive a generous allowance from her him if she signed a legally binding document and abide by certain conditions.
Angela and I were furious her husband was in effect trying to buy her silence Janet said; "After I heard that I went straight upstairs and packed."
Angela asked why she hadn't telephone us and come straight here. Janet couldn't give an answer. We talked for hours Janet told us what her life had been like as the wife of a vicar. She had spent the majority of her days alone. "He was always attending meetings and I hardly ever saw him, except for an hour or so in the mornings."
She told us that until she met Angela her life was boring and lonely. Angela had introduced her to the Gym, taken her shopping and shown her how to have fun. I laughed and told Janet I already knew about the fun they had. She replied it wasn't just about sex, but the lord knows she had loved discovering that. It was more about feeling loved and cared for, she felt safe when she was in our company. "I can be whoever I want to be, not just the wife of the Vicar. Married to him, I was nothing; I wasn't a person in my own right."
Janet smiled as she told us, that yesterday. She had dressed and acted like a whore and had so much fun doing it. She felt safe, self confident and proud of her body.
She told us how she had been aware of her nipples tingling when her tits bounced and rubbed on her blouse. Feeling the wind blowing up her skirt over her naked arse and cunt had helped to turn her on, making her cunt juices trickle onto her thighs.
Finally when we returned home and Angela helped to prepare her arse to receive my cock, she said that was a very liberating experience. She told us how she felt when my cock was buried in her arse and she had felt my come splattering her bowel. "For the first time in my life I felt like a real woman. I was free to do anything I wanted. I felt no pressure to do anything I didn't want to."
Tears clouded in Janet's beautiful green eyes when she told us; "You two have set me free. I know that you love me and you will always look out for me."
I looked at Angela and she also had tears in her eyes. Angela stood and held out her arms to Janet and I. We hugged and kissed each other, wiping their tears away I told them; "That is the last time I ever want to see either of you with tears in your eyes. Until today I was uncertain how the three of us living under the same roof was going to end. I know now that it never will."
I went to the kitchen and opened a bottle of cold Champagne and we drank a toast, "To the three of us."
Three months living, sleeping and fucking together flew by; I lost fourteen pounds in weight and had to purchase new clothes. The girls escorted me to Christine's Boutique; they didn't help me choose my clothes, they instructed me what to buy and what not to. Christine joined the girls as they laughed when I emerged from the changing room wearing a hideously mismatched outfit that I had selected.
Christine the Boutique owner was not judgemental or disapproving of our relationship, she told us; "I have never seen Ken so relaxed and happy in all the years I've known him. You three may be the talk of the Town, but you're a perfect fit and I wish you well."
All three of us kissed Christine and thanked her for her kind words and good wishes. We left the Boutique laden down with bags and went to a nearby pub for our lunch. I walked straight to the bar and ordered our drinks leaving the girls to find a table. When I returned and set the drinks down on the table a voice I recognised as being that of my ex wife announced; "I don't know how you can have the brass neck to bring those two slappers in here."
I turned around and saw my ex wife, she was standing alongside a man I didn't know, her face contorted in rage. I told her this was not the time or the place and asked her to leave us to enjoy our drink and a meal. The man agreed and took hold of her arm trying to lead her away but she wasn't having any of it, spitting out; "This is my local and he knows I drink here. He walks in my local with those two scrubbers; he's trying to rub my nose in it."
I tried to keep my voice calm and said I had no idea she was in the pub and we would leave immediately. The Landlord of the pub appeared between us and said "This is my pub and I say who can drink here and who can't. Sit down please Ken; you and your friends are welcome here anytime."
Turning to face my ex wife and her male friend he told them; "Your barred until further notice. I'm not having anyone creating a scene in my pub."
Greta was beside herself with anger telling the Landlord; "You're barring me and letting those two drink in your pub? You're a joke."
Angela stood and replied; "You left Ken for your tennis coach, what possible concern is it of yours what he does now?"
The Landlord took Greta's arm and showed her and her male friend to the door. I sat down at the table and asked the girls if they wanted to leave and go home. The Landlord returned held out his hand and shook mine warmly, apologising profusely.
He asked me to introduce him to Angela and Janet, who he had not previously met. When I did he shook their hand and apologised to them, telling us all we were welcome to visit his pub anytime. He would not allow any repeat of the situation.
We were asked if we had intended to have lunch, Angela replied; "Yes please."
The Landlord walked to the bar brought us three Menus and told us our meals were on the house, he'd return a couple of minutes later to take our order. When he left us I looked at Janet first then at Angela, I was shocked to see them both smiling happily back at me, I told them; "I was worried that my ex wife's ranting would have upset and embarrassed you?"
Janet surprised me even more when she smiled and replied; "We both knew something like that would happen sooner or later. We've discussed it, and we were ready for it. Our relationship is to say the least a little unconventional. But we love each other and we're happy, and that's all that matters."
I replied; "I feel like jumping up and punching the air, shouting, yes! We've sailed though our biggest test and it's changed nothing. I can't believe it could be so easy."
Angela and Janet both kissed me, Angela told me; "We're not little girls and we're not made from cotton wool. We know what people think and say behind our backs. But that's their problem not ours. We don't have any problems, we just love each other."
I ate the excellent pub lunch seated between and chatting to the most beautiful and perceptive women in the world. I could never imagine them having thought about and talked through the problems we might encounter, but they had. Also they had agreed a strategy to deal with it.
"Let's go back to Christine's Boutique I want to buy you both a present. How about two expensive sexy Evening Gowns? You could wear them when we attend the Presentation Dinner at the Golf Club."
Janet replied; "That would be wonderful, we didn't think you were going to take us both."
I asked why on earth they would think that; "You didn't think I could take only one of you, and leave the other at home like Cinderella. I'll be the envy of every man there when I walk in with you two gorgeous creatures on my arms."
Angela told me she and Janet would visit the Boutique alone. I had to telephone Christine and tell her to charge whatever they bought to my account. Janet and Angela were laughing when they told me they would probably bankrupt me, but they'd make certain I was proud of them.
Before we left the pub the two girls went to the bar. They both hugged and kissed the landlord, thanked him for the wonderful meal and his hospitality. I'm not certain his wife was impressed by their show of affection but as the girls told me, that was her problem.
We made our way back to the car and drove home and sat in the lounge to talk; we made a point of doing this every evening. Angela had insisted on it when Janet moved in. Good communication she said was vital in a complex relationship like ours, as always she was correct.
We talked about anything and everything all airing our point of view. The two girls often laughed at me when I gave my opinion on some female topic under discussion. They could never understand why I failed to get the point they were trying to make.
I seemed to get everything, arse about face, picking up on some minor issue whilst completely missing the point the girls thought, was of importance.
More often than not our sessions ended in the two of them rolling around on the sofa crying with laughter. My failure to grasp what they were talking about was a source of constant amusement. It wasn't a bad way to end our communication sessions though. The girls were usually amused but occasionally exasperated by my constant failure to understand them. "He's a bloody man" Angela used cry out.
I woke up first the following morning and found myself lying flat on my back with two of the most beautiful women in the world beside me. Janet laid on her side sleeping peacefully, her head on my chest, her tousled ginger hair looked beautiful.
I looked down and watched her firm large breast rise and fall; her nipples were sticking out proudly. Janet nipples easily measured a half an inch in length. I had never seen a woman with nipples so long. Janet stirred and rolled over onto her back, revealing her closely cropped bush of ginger pubic hair.
Angela's hand grabbed my stiffening cock; she tugged my foreskin back, and popped its swelling head into her beautiful mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard. She drew her head back until with a loud pop my saliva coated cock sprang from her mouth. Angela was grinning at me, and looking at Janet's magnificent sleeping form. "She's a perfect isn't she? Looking at her wonderful small body, makes you're cock hard and my nipples and cunt tingle. Shall we wake her up?"
Angela didn't wait for an answer; she clambered over me, and took one of Janet's long nipples in her mouth. She gently sucked it in and out, sliding it between her wet lips keeping perfect tempo with her shallow breathing. Janet murmured and her body squirmed a little, but she didn't wake.
Slowly I climbed off the bed; initially intending to explore Janet's ginger cunt. Instead I grabbed the video camera and tripod, and quietly set it up to record the scene.
I zoomed in on Janet's pretty face framed by her tousled long curly ginger hair. She looked like Cinderella, a picture of sleeping innocents. I slowly pulled the shot back to reveal Angela kneeling over Cinderella, sucking gently on her nipple. Angela dipped her fingers into her own cunt to get them wet. The she circled hem around the large purple areole that surrounded Janet's large firm breast. A low moan escaped from Janet's open mouth, and her head moved from side to side on the pillow before it settled again.
There was the faint trace of a contented smile when I focussed the camera on Janet. I was she Janet was going to awaken, but she didn't. Her small shapely body began to stir so I pulled the camera shot back. Janet bent her left knee revealing her slit, previously hidden under her ginger minge.
Angela was pointing down at the sleeping Janet's gaping cunt. I already had the camera focussed onto it on max zoom. I looked at the small view screen as Janet's pink cunt lips filled with blood, and slowly opened. It was like looking into a delicately orchid of multiple shades of pink.
Janet's cunt lips slowly turned a much richer and darker shade of pink. They contrasted sharply with the paler pink of her delicious glinting cunt walls. I could see Janet's tiny clit start to harden and twitch as her breathing quickened.
She was beginning to respond to Angela manipulating her erect nipples between her expert lips and fingers. My cock was as hard as iron and was jumping and twitching. The camera remained focussed on Angela, toying with her sleeping friend's lithe pale body.
Janet was still in a deep sleep and must have thought she was dreaming as the erotic exploration of her body continued. She looked happy and relaxed, her breathing became more rapid. Angela continued to massage Janet's hard nipple between her lips, she also reached down and ran her finger through Janet's wet slit.
A loud groan escaped from Janet as she wriggled her gaping wet cunt in response to Angela's deft touch. Janet gasped audibly when Angela applied pressure to her clit, and rolled it under her probing finger. The video close up captured Janet's cunt as she raised it and slid Angela's probing finger deep inside it. She moaned loudly when Angela's fingers entered her. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.
Angela located and stimulated Janet's G spot still rolling her thumb over Janet's twitching clit. Janet's knees raised and opened, she planted her feet on the bed and bucked her arse involuntarily moving Angela's, expert fingers over her G spot. Janet's arms straightened she started moved her head from side to side; her long ginger hair was sticking to her sweating face and torso. She gasped for air, and expelled it moaning loudly.
Her tummy contracted as an orgasm ripped through her body and shimmering cunt. Janet's eyes opened wide, she grasped Angela's hair, and forced her mouth down harder onto her hard breasts.
"Don't just bloody stand there smiling at me. Bring your huge cock here and Fuck me!"
I moved the camera to the side of the bed, and allowed the auto focus to record the scene. Then I knelt between Janet's parted thighs picked up her hips and slid my cock deep into her sloppy cunt. I pulled Janet up into a squatting position and buried my face into her breasts, chewing and biting her hard long nipples.
Janet was riding on my cock sliding up and down on it as she came repeatedly screaming for me to fuck her harder. "I thought I was having a wonderful sexy dream. I woke up and found I was having wonderful sex. It's being recorded so I can watch it over and over again."
My balls were throbbing and my cock jerked in Janet's gripping cunt as I emptied my semen deep inside her. Janet thumped her cunt onto the root of the cock one last time and came again, wriggling her arse and manoeuvring my cock around in her throbbing cunt.
Janet's small body shuddered as she probed my mouth with her tongue. "Moving in with you and Angela was the best decision I have made. Sex with you two never boring it's delicious; it's exhilarating and it's great fun."
I allowed Janet's small body to flop back onto the bed my cock slid out of her cunt, only to be gobbled up by Angela's delicious mouth. When she was satisfied she had sucked it clean. Angela inserted her tongue into Janet's gaping cunt and scooped up my thick semen. She crawled up the bed, to share it with her satiate friend.
Once they had swallowed their fair share of semen. Janet started playing with Angela's wet cunt; I chewed her hard nipples and squeezed her wonderful tits. "It's my turn next to wake up and find the two of you are pleasuring me, and don't forget to record it."
Janet asked if we could watch the recording back this evening, Angela replied; "Ken can bring the large screen TV from the lounge, and set it up at the end of the bed. I bet we can't watch it through before one of gets fucked?"
Angela was correct, we have watched the video on a least four occasions, and never seen the end. We always end up in a tangle of arms and legs, as we suck and fuck each other. It really is the best porn video I have ever seen.
A couple on months ago, Janet and Angela left the house, to make their daily visit to the gym. From the gym they intended to go in Christine's Boutique to choose their evening gowns. Our trip to Golf Club Dinner was at the forefront of their thinking. To ensure I didn't stray and fuck the next door neighbour's wife. The two of them decided they should fuck my brains out and ensure I had nothing left for the next door neighbour; who popped round on some pretext or another frequently.
I went to my office and tried to begin my new story but it was impossible. Erotic pictures of Janet and Angela cavorting with me kept flashing though my head. I went into the bedroom and flicked through the stations on morning television and found nothing worth watching. I saw the video recorder and decided to watch the recording we'd made of Janet.
The girls arrived home unexpectedly early, and caught me watching the video. They teased me telling me I was trying to get my cock hard, to service the next door neighbour. I explained I couldn't get the fucking they gave me out of my head; they'd prevented me from thinking up a new storyline.
Janet first mooted the idea; "Write about something you know and you're good at." I told her that writing was what I knew, but that would make for a very boring story. A man alone with his thoughts, in front of a computer screen was hardly a potential best seller."
Angela countered; "You're good at fucking we can vouch for that. Write about fucking us." Once again, I couldn't believe what Angela was saying. Janet started jumping up and down excitedly. "I have a great idea; write about fucking me and recording it, wouldn't that be exquisite?"
Angela agreed instantly telling me that the video of Janet would be a best seller, if it we ever marketed it. I could even use their Christian names, only we would know the story was about our adventures, and was not fiction.
I couldn't refuse them; lord only knows what my publisher would say. It certainly wouldn't be anything like the other short stories I'd written. As I walked into my office to pick up my laptop, the girls ran down the stairs to go shopping. Janet shouted up "Were going to lock the door, so Mrs. What's-her-name next door can't get at you."
I heard the door close and the key turn in the lock, and the two of them run to the car laughing. A few seconds later I heard the door open and Angela shout; "The sequel can be about our trip to Amsterdam, just don't take notes whilst were fucking take the video." The door slammed the key turned in the lock again, and they were gone. I put my laptop on the bed and switched on the video recorder and began to write while I watched the recording.
A few days later at our evening talk session Janet asked how her story was coming along; "Were both dying to read it will you bring you're laptop down. I brought the laptop into the lounge opened the file and handed it to them.
Angela complained I kept referring to Janet's pretty face exquisite body, her gorgeous ginger cunt and firm tits; "When you talk about me you just mention my cunt and tits no mention of how wonderful they are."
Janet was giggling; "Now look what you've done, you've succeeded in making Angela jealous."
I told Angela; "This story is about how we pleasured Janet. I don't mention my magnificent huge broad cock, manly chest and tight buttocks. That wouldn't sell the story." When she was in the shot the camera focussed on her mouth and lips manipulating Janet's nipples and cunt. I had only described what the camera saw.
I told Angela that when I wrote her story, I would need every adjective in the book to adequately describe just how beautiful every part of her luscious lithe sexy body was. Janet's small finger's slid under the hem of Angela's short skirt and manipulating her throbbing bald cunt. Angela closed her striking pale blue eyes. She laid her head on the backrest of the sofa revelling in the attention her delectable cunt was receiving.
"That's how I want to write about me, only better Angela announced as she finished the the paragraph. "Now take me upstairs bathe me and ply me with cold Champagne, then you can both fuck me senseless."
Angela's body was shaking as she laughed; she told me give them ten minutes to prepare then bring the Champagne. "I feel like eating Janet's lovely ginger cunt. She can lick mine and watch you fuck it until I come like a lunatic." Then I want you to shove your gigantic killer cock into my wonderful tight receptive arse and fuck it until I scream for you to stop. Are you two up for it?
Janet bolted off the sofa and up the bedroom staircase as if the devil himself was trying to catch her: "I think the answer to your question is yes." I replied. |
68 | Adventures With My Angel | WD | Anal | 2001-11-02 | 2001-11-02 | 2022-01-08 09:49:17 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/adventures-with-my-angel | A man discovers the woman who'll love his ass. | ['Angel Gave', 'Angel Moved', 'Angel Suck', 'Asked Angel', 'Ass Replied', 'Ass Spank', 'Good Angel', 'Pausing Moment', 'Stick Fingers', 'Wanted Angel'] | 4.6 | Angel and I have been going out for three months now, and I must say she lives up to her name. She's a divine presence in my life and in my bed. Not that she's pure and remote, because she's far from that. Wanton and adventurous is more like it. An earth angel, if need be. Our sex shimmers and shouts, as we're deeply in love and ever compatible in our desires. Each wet time wild together feels new, like arriving at a lush valley or peak we haven't seen before. A place to dance and embrace, ravish and surprise. She takes me there, and her I.
What first attracted me, of course, was Angel's looks, but also the confidence and joy expressed by her face and body. Physically, she's right out of my dreams. I've always fantasized about small women, and Angel is perfect: five foot three, blonde, ample pear shaped breasts peaking in long brown nipples, and astounding curves honed by exercise. I look at her every chance I get, whether she's at work or play or even asleep. Naked also of course, especially when a summer tan sets off her golden hair. She has the loveliest, most intelligent face, with high cheekbones, smiling blue eyes, and expressive lips that melt my heart and stay on my mind. I just have to be with her, next to her, inside her.
Until recently, our lovemaking has centered on my pleasuring her. She's so good looking and responsive that my first desire has been to kiss and touch her everywhere, and bury my face between her legs. Her pussy tastes like heaven, an irresistible blend of musk and honey, cinnamon and red wine, fresh cream and flowers. On one occasion she tasted unusually sweet. Licking more frantically I discovered that she had put honey inside for me to find! That's the kind of inventive fun that overwhelms us in bed. As I lick and fuck her she comes so many times we lose count. She also sucks my cock better than any other woman I've slept with, and likes going 69 as much as me. But my favorite thing so far has been simply to adore her from head to toe.
A month or so ago Angel started asking what more we could do, how she might please me. Finding it hard to share my deeper desires, I just suggested she take hints from what I did to her. Since my behavior lately had emphasized intercourse and cunnilingus from behind, I hoped she might think of putting me in the same position: on all fours with my ass up for her to do, well, lots of things.
To be honest, my dream woman isn't just petite, beautiful, and strong. Since I was twelve, my masturbatory fantasies have often turned to the idea of being dominated, of having a woman act almost like a man with me. My recurring teenage fantasy involved capture and restraint by a tribe of tan, long haired, and scantily clad warrior women who tied me up, spanked me, and made me lick their pussies. They'd also stick things up my ass, usually fingers though once I dreamed that these Amazon beauties alternated between having pussies and cocks. I was fucking one of them and then another came from behind, her tits brushing against my back and her cock sliding up into my anus, which became a pussy and then my anus again. That night I woke with my belly and the sheets slick with come, one of the few wet dreams I remember having.
I didn't have the nerve to tell Angel that story. How do you tell a woman you'd like her take to control and love your ass the way you love her tits and pussy? How do you admit a secret desire to be tied up, or told you're a bad boy and paddled, or especially, to have her lick and penetrate your asshole? I hadn't figured that out, or if I should even try. It was a little frustrating, but I made up by worshipping her body even more, thinking she might get the idea if I intensified my attention to her ass.
One night while licking her pussy from behind, I was overcome with desire for Angel's puckered little asshole. I asked her to move from the bed onto the big armchair in our bedroom. There I had her kneel away from me, head down while presenting her wet, open sex and her anus to plain view and open access. Women are even more guarded about their assholes than their vaginas, so the sight of my lover in this vulnerable position was terribly exciting. It suggested willingness to offer me everything, to hide nothing. After reveling in the moment, I ran my hands over Angel's shapely twin globes, admiring her lovely brown hole. It was so sexy that I had to taste it.
"You're so beautiful, Angel," I said. "I need you so much. I want all of you, to kiss every inch of your body. Angel, I want to kiss your asshole."
Angel moved slightly, as if surprised, and was silent. "Do it baby," she said at last.
I knelt forward and touched Angel's anus with the tip of my tongue, tasting, then flickering against its initial resistance. I then grasped and stroked her buttocks while happily running the whole surface of my tongue up her pussy, over the perineum and anus, and beyond, descending back through the gap and up again, several times, until she gasped and moaned, saying my name over and over. I imagined her thinking oh he's licking me, he's licking me there, he must love me and accept me, he won't let me hide at all, he wants me completely open to his lust; this is so forbidden and exotic; it feels so good too, having my asshole licked. I then imagined her becoming a little embarrassed because she impatiently shifted her position. Or perhaps she wanted some other loving now, to have me lick her pussy or maybe just slip my big hard cock inside her cunt. I could understand because I had those desires too. But I wasn't done; I hadn't had my fill of licking her asshole so I wouldn't accept the significant shifting of knees and lowering of her back that I was supposed to interpret and comply with as the sign that she wanted to move on to something else. No, I was going to lick until I was satisfied that this was really happening—that I was actually licking a woman's asshole—licking the asshole of the woman I love.
It was an incredible experience. Later Angel said, "Baby, that was great! I never knew. Is that what you want me to do to you?" I told her I'd like it very much. "What else?"
All my desires welled up in me, yearning to be expressed. I wanted Angel's fingers up my ass, but I wasn't ready to ask. I was courageous enough, however, to suggest entering her anally.
She was a little startled. "No, I don't think I'd like that. It felt good having my butt licked, but having your penis . . . no, that's too much. I'd be scared."
"Do you think I'm weird?" I asked.
"No," Angel said. "It's ok. Is there anything else? Really, you can tell me anything. You'd don't need to be ashamed, or worry that how I feel about you will change. I want us to communicate honestly about everything."
I almost blurted out fuck me up the ass. Instead I said, "Maybe you could spank me."
Angel laughed and I feared what she might say. But she only wanted to know how hard.
"Very. Tell me I'm a bad boy and make it hurt."
"I don't know. That might hurt my hand."
"You could use a paddle," I suggested.
"Wow, you're really into this. Let me think about it."
A few days later when we were making out on the couch Angel stopped our deep kiss by pressing her finger to my lips. "Pull your pants down," she said, "and bend over the sofa."
I got up at once and did as I was told. She leaned over and breathed in my ear. "You've been a bad boy and need to be spanked." And with that she pulled my string bikini down to my knees and spanked my bottom with the palm of her hand. It wasn't very hard, but having Angel take charge excited me very much. She slapped each cheek of my ass a few times, then started to play with my cock and balls. "Do you like that?"
"Yes, baby, yes. You're making me very happy." I wanted to tell her to do it harder, but didn't want to push my luck. We were coming along fine. Especially when she knelt down and started licking my asshole, the first time a woman ever had. Totally transported, I arched my back and felt the buzzing in my ass run up my spine and down my legs, then enter my heart, disbelieving mind, and finally my penis. Angel wasn't touching my cock or balls at all, just my anus. A final harmony of joy and completion shivered and rang through me. I came with a heartfelt scream.
I had to think it a high point in my sexual experience. I still do, though a subsequent event ranks just as highly. One day Angel she said something I'll never forget. "I wish I could penetrate you, to experience what you do when you fuck me." What a moment! That's the fantasy fulfilled, you see, because Angel brought up the idea; she wanted it independently of my designs. I shyly told her that she could indeed come inside me. "How?" she asked.
"Stick a finger up my ass. I'd really like it. I've wanted to ask you to do that but I was too embarrassed."
"I'd like to try. I've never done that to a man. If I do it will you ease up about me letting you in my ass?"
"Sure," I replied. And then I told her how to proceed. With a little lubricant and a few directions from me, Angel soon had one of her dear little fingers slipping inside my asshole.
"Now slide it up and down a little," I told her. I'd had this experience before, but it still felt like losing a kind of virginity. Angel smiled at me tenderly and then sucked my penis to rigidity, which didn't take long. She then climbed on top of me and slid her cunt down over my trembling erection. As she rode me she kept her hand back behind me, mercilessly reaming my ass with that finger. It wasn't long before we reached glorious simultaneous orgasm.
So a new stage in our sex life began, Angel fucking my ass with a finger or two, sometimes while she sucked my cock, or just to get me hard again after I'd had an orgasm and she wanted to make love again. I started including an enema in my bedtime preparation, thinking it best to be clean inside in case she decided to engage in anal play.
One occasion of anal play was especially good because Angel required me to say what I wanted.
"Touch my ass," I pleaded, turning over onto my stomach. "Like before! Please!"
I felt her fingertips between my legs. She touched the soft skin behind my balls, and then then gently squeezed them inside her palm.
An anticipatory glow swirled in my bottom, and I moaned. A delicious awareness of my anus came over me, a feeling of being completely visible and accessible to my lady's eyes and touch. The sensation mingled receptivity, impatience, and a counteracting desire to prolong the pleasure of yearning. I gasped when I felt her fingertip trace a errant perimeter around the hole.
"Now tell me what you want," she whispered warmly into my ear.
"I want you to touch me. . ."
"Touch you how?" she said, moving her hand, maddeningly, away from the hot center. "Touch you where?
"Touch my asshole! Run your fingers around it and grab my butt! Do anything, but just touch it. Fuck me. Stick your fingers up my ass. Please! I need it so bad."
I looked back over my shoulder and saw Angel reach to the nightstand for a tube of lubricant. She squeezed it loudly into her left hand, and then slicked it between my ass cheeks. Her other hand strayed around me to grasp my hard and trembling seven-inch cock. Then she poked a fingertip into my anus. I whimpered and she laughed. She was just teasing, I knew, but it was frustrating nonetheless. Then her finger turned, and I just had to moan.
"My asshole. Stick your fingers in my asshole, baby. Rape me, fuck me, treat me like I'm a girl and my asshole is a pussy."
"Oh you're a naughty boy," she said, laughing. "Such language! Is this what you want?" And with that Angel slid her long middle finger all the way inside me, pausing only for a moment before beginning to thrust out and then back in and out. Groaning deeply, I arched my back and raised my bottom. She took the hint and slid her finger all the way inside and then up in search of my prostate. The moment she found that pleasure spot she started to masturbate me.
I felt such abandon, such utter surrender to her caresses. She really was taking me. My penis, my balls, and my rectum flared in wild pleasure. Then Angel's stroking in front and sliding in back took on one rhythm along with her hot breathing in my ear. As she worked that finger in and out of my tight backdoor she cooed sounds and an occasional word of approval. Then she got me to turn around, wrapped her hips around my cock and started slurping up and down. Just as my orgasm was approaching, Angel replaced her mouth with her hand, furiously pumping my cock with one hand while she reamed my asshole with the other. She then spoke, in a voice raspy and deranged. "O baby, O baby. Your asshole. And your penis. And your big balls. Such a sweet butt you have. I love to fuck you. I love to fuck you up the ass. Up the ass! Up the ass!"
Her words threw me over the edge. "Oh god," I cried out as the orgasm hit and swept me away. Just then she withdrew her fingers from behind and slipped her mouth down over the top half of my cock shaft. My body shook as several blasts of hot white come joyously shot into Angel's loving mouth.
That incident just about did it; Angel had pretty much become the exact double of my fantasy lover. In the afterglow I confessed that sometimes I wanted her to be the man. "I know," she replied.
My sense of satisfaction, however, only lasted a few days. The more Angel gave me, the more I wanted. The old desires soon welled up: to fuck her up the ass and have her spank mine. Her denial of these pleasures gave her a certain erotic power. She would pose in a way that emphasized her ass, bending over the bed as I walked in the door. Or casually turn away from me, stroking her bottom lasciviously. I savored the experience, because it made her even more powerful and sexy in my eyes, and because it gave me reason to believe she might grant one or both of my wishes. The closest she came, though, was to spank me lightly, or say, "Do you like my ass?" and then have me lick it and her pussy until she came.
Sometimes Angel wouldn't suck my cock unless I asked. She said it excited her for me to specify my desire. On one occasion I decided not to test her. I just asked.
"Angel, will you please suck my cock?"
"I thought you'd never ask," she said with a smile, pulling my penis down from my belly. Her lips formed the familiar round shape that I yearned for. I wanted to rock my hips and slide in and out but decided to let her do the work.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. She began by licking the head, especially underneath and in the little hole. She continued that awhile, changing only the pressure or the rhythm of her tongue. Then she began sucking the entire cockhead, once more varying the pace.
She stopped for a moment, letting my cock slide out of her mouth. The whole shaft glistened with her saliva. She looked up at me again. "Do you like that?"
"I like it very much," I replied.
She smiled and opened her lips once more. This time she drew my penis all the way inside, while cupping her fingers under my balls, lifting them gently, then letting them dangle. She stroked them while giving me a marvelous blow job, her face bobbing up and down over my hard cock.
Then she took it out of her mouth and went for my left testicle, sucking it softly into her mouth and running her tongue all over. I groaned loudly from the pure pleasure of her action. After pleasuring the one testicle, she went after the other, sucking it back and forth, teasing it with her tongue, nibbling on it ever so gently. Then she got brave, opening her mouth as wide as possible to take my entire sack inside. Soon she resumed sucking and licking. She worked the tip of her tongue between my testicles, making them wag so lasciviously that I cried out in joy. Then she commanded me. "Turn around!" Her face had a look of pure desire, but desire focused and determined. She looked in charge. I turned, presenting her my butt. I could feel her eyes on my nakedness. "Bend over a little and spread your cheeks apart!" she ordered.
I opened my legs a bit more, for balance, then bent at the waist and moved my hands to my backside. It felt strange, prying my buttocks apart to expose my anus to her. I felt so naked, so vulnerable, but at the same time, safe and content. I had nothing to hide.
"Hold still," Angel said, then moved her head forward and began kissing ever so softly between my ass cheeks. Was she going to lick my hole? God, I hoped so, that it wasn't just a tease. While kissing my bottom, she avoided the puckered ring so near her lips. She used her tongue to lick the entire length of my crack, back and forth, perhaps a dozen or more times, each time stopping just short of the anus. That it seemed so deliberate made it even more naughty and joyful. She moved her head further down and licked the back of my scrotum, making my testicles wiggle pleasurably. She sucked the left one into her mouth, rolled it on her tongue, and then licked both balls some more. I loved it. It appeared that she wasn't going to lick my asshole, but my disappointment only lasted a moment because she took my whole sack into her mouth again. Talk about wild—there I was, bent over the bed, my ass in the air and my lover eating my balls out from behind!
Finally, Angel released my balls and reached around to stroke my cock. Suddenly I felt her lips surround my anus. I moaned, feeling a border had been crossed. I lost myself in the marvelousness of a hand job accompanied by an anal kiss.
Angel's tongue moved out of her mouth slowly as she began tickling my anus. Her subtle movements increased my pleasure by degrees. Had she just plunged her tongue inside, the sensations wouldn't have been so exquisite. She was leading me little by little into an ecstasy I had never known.
After she had licked me awhile she inserted a finger, then two, just inside my anal ring. She made low round movements that drove me crazy, opening my asshole and relaxing it. Angel suddenly made a hungry kind of sound and I felt her tongue replacing her fingers. She began to work the tip of her tongue into the center of my hole. She alternated between fingers and tongue, opening me more and more. She was insatiable, unrelenting in tonguing my asshole. It was an incredible feeling, physically and emotionally.
"Baby, baby, baby," I whimpered. "It's so good! I love you so much! I feel your tongue inside my asshole! It's so good!"
This madness went on for a minute or two before Angel paused. I heard the squirt of lubricant from a tube, then felt one hand smoothing the slippery stuff around my asshole. She teased me by circling a fingertip around and then pointing it within the tight outer rim. Then her long, index finger began to pry me open. I couldn't resist. She thrust hard, and suddenly the length of her finger was inside of me, touching the sensitive places and pressing on the tight interior walls. She grabbed my cock with her other hand, and it stiffened even more. Pretty soon, she had one hand pumping a very slippery cock and the other slip-sliding in my nether hole.
"More, baby, more," I yelled out. "Give me another finger!" Angel obliged, adding a second finger and then, unbelievably, a third. She moved them in and out, and then started fluttering them inside. That was almost too much. I groaned at the first stirrings of orgasm.
"Don't come yet," Angel said. "I have another surprise for you."
Hearing that excited me, even as she withdrew her loving hands. What could it be? I turned around and sat on the bed, as Angel stood up and rested her hands saucily on her hips.
"What I should do," Angel said, "is paddle your ass until you cry and beg me to stop. But you want that, don't you? Well, I'm not giving you everything you want, at least not right now. I'll tell you when it's time for something new. You'd like to be spanked like a naughty schoolboy, wouldn't you?"
"Yes. That is, if you'd like to do it to me."
"Well, right now I don't, though I'm tempted. It might teach you some manners."
This was great! Angel had gotten the idea and run with it. I was a little scared, actually. Where was this leading?
"You also want to fuck me up the ass."
"Yes," I replied.
"Well, baby boy, that's not in the cards tonight. You need to think about what it would be like for me. I love your cock in my cunt but my ass is too tight and I'm afraid it would hurt. You don't want to hurt me, do you?"
"No."
"Yet you still want to stick your cock up there?"
Feeling at once chastened and excited, I merely nodded yes. Angel studied my face for further reaction.
"Tell you what. I'll think about letting you rape my ass. But on one condition." And with that she reached under the bed and lifted up a leather harness with an attached dildo.
"Oh, baby," I said, my voice fearful and hoarse. "I don't know. . . ."
"I do," she said, stepping into the harness and pulling it up over her hips. "I know you want this, but you won't admit it. That's why I've gotten you so hot." I was silent, my hard cock sticking straight up. She was in charge, and I loved it. The prospect of such a big object opening my ass was a little frightening though. I could understand why she wasn't eager to be the receiver herself. "Before you even get near fucking my ass," Angel said, "you're damn well going to know what it's like." She buckled a strap and stepped forward. "Now suck my cock," she said.
I was dazed at this turn of events. It was like being in a movie but I wasn't writing the script or directing. Things were happening and I was not in control. I leaned forward for a better look at Angel's gear. The cock wasn't quite as large as mine, thank god, but it was realistic and made of a soft clear material. It even had testicles and wagged when I touched it. After pausing for a moment, I dropped my head and took the dildo into my mouth. I tried to mimic how Angel gave me head, and even invented some variations. Maybe she'd learn something. I looked up at Angel's face and made eye contact with her.
"Very good," she said. "You suck cock very well. This is part of your fantasy, isn't it?"
I nodded, unable to speak with seven inches of flexible dildo in my mouth.
"But you don't want a man. What you want is a woman with a cock. Well, here she is. And now she wants you to get on your hands and knees and take it up the ass like a man."
I didn't need to be told twice. In about two seconds I was kneeling on the bed with my shoulders pressed down on the sheets. "Hold still," Angel said. She spread lubricant all over the dildo and more around my anus.
She pressed the tip of the dildo to my opening, but it didn't go in. So she started to turn it gently. I bore down a little, as if to push it away. I relaxed and the tip slid inside a little. I bore down again and relaxed. Then it happened. The head of Angel's prosthetic prick suddenly passed the outer ring of my anus and was now thickly, undeniably within my lower tract. I groaned in pleasure. "Oh god, Angel," I said. "It's so intense."
She pushed in halfway, stopping to let me get used to the feeling. Then she pulled back, producing a vacuum I desperately wanted filled. "Put it back," I cried. "Please, Angel. I want more!"
"That's what I want to hear," Angel replied, as she thrust forward and began slow, shallow movements that soon had me sobbing in pleasure. She moved the dildo to an angle that massaged my prostate. "You like that, don't you? Just wait until I let you have it all! Like this, baby." She pulled my hips back as she plunged inside. "All the way in!"
"Oh, god!" That was it . . . that's what I wanted Angel to feel when she surrendered her ass to me. It was the most wonderful agony, the complete distension of my rectum. I was fucked. Angel was fucking me; it was as simple as that.
"Oh, darling! You feel so good. I'm fucking you! I'm fucking my sweet boy up the ass!" She pinched one of my nipples, then the other, painfully hard. Then she started groping my balls and the base of my cock.
"Faster, baby, faster!" I cried out. "Oh fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck my asshole!" I thrust my cock inside her hand and arched my back. "I'm going to come!"
The orgasm hit like a powerful wave in the ocean. Angel pulled out the dildo at the same moment and I blissed out, moaning as creamy heat squirted out onto the sheets and over the hand that grasped my cock.
As I turned around to face her, Angel topped off the experience by wiping the white puddles of come from her hands onto her lips and extended tongue. She licked her fingers clean, making lascivious eye contact with me as my sticky semen dribbled from her lips. She then licked her lips again and opened her mouth to show me her milky mouthful. Then she kissed me, having me taste my own semen before she bent over and took my wet, spent cock into her mouth. "Thank you baby!" I laughed. You're so good to me!"
Angel is indeed my angel. She fulfills my needs and shares my desires. Sometimes I want her to take charge, and sometimes I want my way with her. We take turns. Before long, I think, she'll give me the spanking I've wanted, or let me take her up the ass. Maybe I'll try "forcing" anal sex on her. If she says no, that's the end of it, but if not, our agreement is that anything goes. In the meantime my ass is a little sore, but in a pleasant way. |
69 | The Affair | DarkrSide | Anal | 2002-12-25 | 2004-02-25 | 2022-01-08 12:10:30 | 5 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-affair-ch-01 | 1. Could she go through with it? 2. A little more than just a fantasy. 3. Maggie finally gives in. 4. She takes it even further. 5. The end of the affair, one last time. | ['Body Fucked', 'Curtis', 'End Affair', 'Felt Dirty', 'Maggie', 'Maggie Knew', 'Maggie Started', 'Randal', 'Round Breasts', 'Start Family'] | 4.14 | "Oh please, I've seen the way he looks at you. He is so flirting with you," Curtis said to his wife, Maggie.
"Whatever. We're just fooling around," she responded as she fixed her hair in the hallway mirror. She had just celebrated her thirty-first birthday, but still looked young enough to pass for twenty seven or eight. She had short blonde hair and green eyes. There was no sag on her body either, Maggie kept herself in pretty good shape. Since marriage, she had put on a few extra pounds, but nothing too noticeable. Maggie was a native of Alabama, and her voice proved it. She had the deep southern accent.
"Yeah, right. He wants another kind of fooling around and you know it," Curtis replied.
"Stop it, you're just being paranoid now."
"You're beautiful woman. I take it as a compliment that another man is interested in my wife. I'm okay with that," he walked up behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist, looking into the mirror while resting his chin on her shoulder. "You know why I'm okay with that?" While her accent was clear to detect, he didn't have one. Curtis was a few years older than Maggie. He was a little taller too, with short dark hair and a moustache. His voice was deep, yet cracked a little.
"Why?" she reached back to touch his face.
"Because I trust you," he kissed her cheek.
"Good. Well, babe. I have go to work. I'll see you tonight," Maggie turned around and kissed Curtis as she left the room and jumped in her car.
On the twenty five minute drive to work, Maggie couldn't help but let her mind wander as she listened to the car stereo. Was Patrick really flirting with her? He knew she was married, so it wasn't like he had a chance to be any more than just her friend, right? It was flattering that a younger man by at least seven years could be attracted to her. If she was single, maybe. But she was a married woman now, and she loved her husband. Maggie had never thought of being unfaithful. But the words of her husband got her thinking. Maybe she had caught Randal looking at her from time to time. But that didn't prove anything, did it?
Maggie got to work before Randal. He wasn't scheduled in for another hour and a half after her. She tried to concentrate at work, but her mind started wandering. Was Randal really flirting with me or was he just trying to pass the time? A lot of people flirt around here. It helps to get through the day. She caught herself flirting too, it didn't mean she was physically attracted to that person. She kept telling herself Curtis was wrong. Randal didn't want to be more than just friends with her.
But the more she thought about it, the more little things he did seemed to fit with what Curtis said. He did flirt with her a lot. He said he enjoyed working with her. But, why? She did enjoy his company. Randal always made her laugh. That was another thing. He did have the most amazing eyes she had ever seen. That was the first thing she noticed about Curtis when she met him, was his eyes. But Randal's were a different shade of green. If she tried, she could see herself getting lost in his eyes.
He was a handsome man, funny, charming. Maggie felt her self smile. "What's wrong with you, Maggie?" She asked herself as the smile faded. Was she actually thinking about another man? This is all Curtis' fault, she thought. He planted all these thoughts of Randal in her head. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't be sitting here wondering what his kiss felt like. And that's when she noticed the moisture forming between her legs. Oh my God. This was the first time that another man other than Curtis had caused a sensation inside her. Maggie was starting to feel real guilty about it now. She didn't know what to do. Did she confess to Curtis that his suggestion made her turned on by another man? Would he leave her?
Maggie took a deep breath and once again blamed Curtis for this situation. He planted this in her head. It's all his fault! She wasn't feeling anything towards Randal. It was just the power of suggestion… well, that's she thought until she looked up and saw him walking towards her.
For the briefest moments in her mind, she could see him kissing her, almost taste him on her lips. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this way, but Randal was making her weak. And the closer he got, the more curious she was becoming of him. She tried to shake that vision of him in her mind, but it wasn't working. And to make it worse, he had switched directions and was crossing right to her.
"Hi Maggie," Randal smiled as he walked past her on his way to the back room. She smiled back, trying to cover up the thoughts she was having about him at that very moment. That had gotten more intense. As he walked by, she watched his lips as he said hi. They looked so soft and gentle. She wanted to feel them on her lips, on her neck, and places she knew she shouldn't want another man to kiss. The lips were one thing, but her thoughts weren't so innocent anymore. She felt guilty enough about wanting him to kiss her lips, let alone her breasts. This wasn't good at all.
The only consolation Maggie was beginning to feel was that she didn't work in the same area as Randal. So maybe she could get through the day with only seeing him a few times. But the question still remained, does she tell her husband? She decided against it, seeing how she wasn't going to act on these thoughts and like she'd been convincing herself all day, it was HIS fault, not hers.
Because she barely saw him that day, she was all right. Sure she thought about him occasionally, but Maggie was a professional. She did her job the way she was hired to do it. She bumped into Randal twice that first day, and both times led to her visualizing him in ways she knew she shouldn't.
This went on for a week. At home she pretended nothing was going on. She did something she said she would never do, she lied to Curtis. He didn't ask directly about Randal. But she could sense he was hinting about him. If Maggie thought the conversation was heading towards Randal, she would change the subject. She didn't want to think about him at home, at least not in the presence of her husband.
Another few days had past since the fascination she was feeling started. And with each passing day, Maggie was starting to question. Was it just a fascination or was she developing a crush on Randal? No matter how many times she told herself she was a happily married woman, the simple thought of him made her want him. She started to get nervous. What if these feelings never went away? More importantly, did she want them to go away? Maggie felt so alive when she had her little fantasies about Randal.
Then after about a month of fantasies and desire, Maggie crossed the line. She had seen Randal many times, talking to her five or six times that day. She lost track how many separate little fantasies she had about him. On the way home from work, she was so turned on from a replay of one of those fantasies, Maggie had to stop the car and pull over. Right there on the side of the road she slid her hand between her legs and began to play with herself. This was not like Maggie at all. But at this point, she didn't care. She moaned out his name as she erupted in her panties. And the thing that troubled her the most, she liked it.
When she got home, she tackled Curtis to the ground. He must have wondered what came over her that night. She seemed to be overcome by lust. And if she couldn't have Randal, well, she was going to have to settle for her husband. Maggie and Curtis has a pretty tame sex life, but that night she showed her wilder side. He raised an eyebrow but never questioned it.
The more time she was at work in close proximity to Randal, the more her passions began to grow. And it got to the point that she knew she needed to quench them. But could she really cheat on her husband of seven years? Fingering yourself while dreaming of someone else is bad enough, but to actually give in to your carnal desires? Could Maggie do it? She was now convinced what Curtis has said six weeks ago was true, he did want her. At least that's what she thought. Maybe it was wishful thinking on her part. The only thing she knew was her pussy was on fire when she heard his name or saw his face. She wanted to fuck Randal, but could she go through with it. Could he? Would he?
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70 | Affectionate Ass Licking | Warrior_Poet | Anal | 2012-03-18 | 2012-03-18 | 2022-01-08 09:49:18 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/affectionate-ass-licking | A descriptive piece about this taboo pleasure. | ['Ass Lick', 'Brownie'] | 4.25 | Dozing. That deliciously indescribable feeling that one gets when one groggily fights up from the depths of sleep, neurons struggling to fire awake the mind and command the body once more to move, muscle by muscle, out of the warm cocoon of the flannel sheets to fight on yet another day. That delicious moment when I momentarily shake the hanging cobwebs from my mind to orient myself as to where I am at, what time it is, and most importantly, what day it is....
With the sweetest feeling of numbed delight, I realize that it is Saturday...and that my weary body can rest...recharging the batteries of my mind as well as the muscles and tendons and sinews of my machine. With a physical moan of delight, I rub my feet back down the softness of the flannel to drift back off again, heeding the welcoming whispers of sleep, my face buried face down in the seductive caress of the pillow....
Mmmm....sometime later, I slowly climb back out of my quiet state...my mind slowly taking inventory of the senses of my body......mmmmm.....whatever could that most incredible feeling be? A slight wisp of a wetness caressing my asshole, gentle prodding and massaging of my cheeks, my ears detecting a quiet moan of delight?
She is here now...my lover, my sub, my seductive sexual woman, has wrest me from the deep vestiges of sleep in the most erotic and affectionate way possible. My woman gently prods me awake through the wet massaging of her tongue inside my ass...
I smile into the pillow...realizing that she must have seen me there in the early morning light. She must have studied my quiet face for a few moments as I lay on the pillow next to her, our bodies warmly touching at several points throughout the night. Sleeping on her side with her pillow as she nearly always does, she must have quietly watched me as I slept, studying her man, perhaps smiling quietly as she drank in my familiar scent..the scent of my skin and the scent of the sex still on the sheets from last night's frantic sucking and fucking. Did she smile as her eyes fluttered awake, remembering last night's writhing ecstasies, the dried cum still on her ample tits and cheek? In any case, she must have decided to wake me most affectionately...for she had to have left quietly to make us fresh coffee and warm brownies.
I picture her now, as I lay on my stomach, my face in the pillow, how she must have quietly pulled down the blue flannel sheets to expose my ass..studying it, feeling herself growing wet as she takes in the smooth curves and tightness of muscle. My ass is not large....lol....a positive way of saying it is that my ass is "tight.."...but it is HER ass...to do with as she pleases. I have encouraged her to take a more proactive role in using my body to pleasure herself....and this morning she most definitely has....
I picture the smile upon her face and the tightening of her cunt as she quietly moved into position, perhaps feeling like a predator stalking its sleeping prey, my perverted partner stalking my ass. Laying completely naked between my spread legs, her shoulders brushing up against the inside of my thighs as she makes herself comfortable, licking her lips in anticipation of the taboo pleasure she is about to partake.
Mmm....how the first vestiges of sleep slipped away, folding in whatever sexual dream I had been having, as my brain first sensed her hands gently spreading my ass cheeks...studying my asshole as I slowly swam towards the surface of consciousness. Studying my asshole: the tightness of the ridges that comprise the rim, the changing shade of skin color, the smoothness of my flesh as it changes from beige to tan to pink as she peers inside. We are always extremely clean with each other; we are extremely detailed about our hygiene in this area, and my ass is freshly shaved in case she wishes to dance her tongue across my rim whenever the mood strikes her. Mmm....and this morning the mood definitely has struck her.
I gasp with delight as I feel her hands firmly draw my ass cheeks tight in a downward motion, palms flat across my ass, spreading my ass like the homemade pizza dough she made last night. I feel my asshole stretched tight...firmly, vulnerable yet protected by her approaching lips. My cock stirs to life, growing and swelling in its girth, becoming heavy and firm as it strains against my stomach, restrained by the mattress...but my cock will have to wait its turn, for this early morning hour will see my asshole becoming her whole world.
I lay there quietly as my woman begins to explore my ass, gently gliding her tongue up the seam where my body is sewn together, starting far down below in the crack where by balls emerge from my body...slowly up, weaving the tip of her tongue back and forth, left to right and right to left, slowly and wetly tracing lines of her fluid across my seam. Her tongue, just the tip, is the only contact she has with my body save for her hands firmly holding my ass cheeks apart. I do not feel vulnerable...I feel pleased...as my woman is doing exactly what I have encouraged her to do: to pleasure herself with my body as she desires.
I resist the urge to move up on all 4's...for now. Right now, though she is aware I am awake, she simply wants to lazily drag her tongue around my taboo whirlpool of flesh, licking and flicking her tongue in a slow and comfortable manner. I moan and smile, closing my eyes, my face buried in the pillow as my woman pleasures herself on her own time schedule....the gentle licking of her tongue being the only marks of time on a clock.
I too hear her moan with affection and heavy delight as her tongue begins to slowly slide forward from her lips, transforming itself into a probe in which she will explore my body. I can picture her, eyes closed, as for just a moment she likely revels in the fact that she has finally met a man with whom she has no secrets. No pleasure is too naughty, no act is too kinky. In each other we have found a partner that we have helped to shed all inhibitions, stripping away the pretenses of society, to just enjoy the perverse pleasure of defying the niceties of society with each other...
...this morning's pleasure? Slowly sliding her tongue in and out the tight asshole of her match.
With a slow and lazy thrust, I feel her wet tongue slide inside the gatekeeper muscles of my anus, gliding wetly down as far as it possibly can descend. I feel her lips meeting the tight ridges of my rim, gently massaging them with the sweet tender touch of her lips. For a moment she pauses, frozen in image, perhaps picturing herself there, with her tongue buried deep inside a man as she sucks on his ass...
...my god...could there BE anything more perfect?
With a sigh of unbelievable delight I let the world swim away, just letting my body match the rhythmic stroking of her tongue, plunging and rising like the ceaseless arm of an oil well. She works my ass harder now, reveling in the delight that she is now tonguefucking the ass of her man. I feel her grind harder, her nose pressing more and more firmly into my back as she continues to increase her rapid assault on my most private area...
...except with us there IS no private area...nothing to hide...everything to share....
Her thrusting becomes more urgent now...I feel her hands slide down from my ass and up under the front of my thighs, willing me to rise up on all 4's. With a rush of air escaping from my lungs in a guttural grunt, I comply, rising up on my knees so that she may pleasure herself and me more easily. I am up on my elbows, my knees spread wide. I know what I look like...the complete picture of vulnerability. For no other save this woman, MY Woman, would I ever assume this position of being completely defenseless. But with her? It is a position and trust that wordlessly whispers, "I place full trust in you."
Her access now complete, she rises up on her knees as well, her arms now up on my back, her body weight leaning fully into my ass with her nose buried deeply inside my crack. As she continues to gnaw and to massage and to fuck my ass with her tongue, the bed rocking in time to our rhythm, I become conscious of my cock and balls hanging down, like a heavy brass bell nesting in the bell house. Instinctively I slide my hand back to wrap my fingers lovingly and hungrily around my shaft...but I quickly feel the sharp sting of her nails upon my wrist. She wrests my hand away, replacing the warmth of my own fingers with hers, nestling my balls warmly and fully in her palm.
Her fingers swirl up around my shaft to the base, comfortably assuming their instinctive position that they know so well. Expertly wrapping around the thick girth of my cock, she begins to stroke my manhood in long...slow...firm pulls downward, pausing her fingers' journey to ride the heady ridge of my head. Her stroking continues...and time ceases..the world ceases...as I become lost save for the sensation of her fingers stroking my cock and her tongue thrusting powerfully deep with my ass.....
I sigh.....
Suddenly her tongue retracts, being reeled back in the cave of her mouth. She wordlessly holds me in position by my cock, asking me without sound to remain in this position on my knees. I happily and wordlessly answer her unspoken question that yes, my love, I will remain here as long as you like. I sense her reaching for the nightstand...and for just a brief flicker of time I wonder what she is doing...and then it hits me...and I smile...
...she is reaching for a warm brownie......
My insides nearly melt as I the first warm traces of brownie are gently pushed inside my ass...she like a baker filling a mold. I gasp with delight as the warmth of the heavenly scented dessert slowly fills my void, her fingers gently kneading and pushing and filling every crevice with her dessert.....my god this feels wonderful...and the best part?
I know what is to come....
Sigh...yes...there is that sweet tongue and lips yet again...god how my asshole missed them. if only for a moment. Her warm tongue now mixes deeply within the chocolate that she has placed in my ass, swirling her warmth and juices with the soft texture of the brownie, becoming one swirling mass of delight in my asshole. I picture her face....her thoughts matching mine...as if I can read them. We both think the same though....
...that she is eating a brownie of out my ass...
...and it is a perverse pleasure that we have never known...the pleasure of a new, twisted experience? Yes...but more importantly, the undefined pleasure that comes with knowing that this creature writhing on the bed with you has the same unquenchable desire for sickness that you do...and that there is NOTHING that you two can't do together.
We are THAT comfortable....
I feel my body becoming electrified now..the first stirrings of cum beginning to flow. I feel the first tingling of the tightness of my abdominal muscles...the first sign that soon they will clamp down forcefully on the "cold steel" within. I moan and rock a bit harder, for the first time thrusting back at her. She knows what I am doing....she holds her head and body very still as I raise my head back with eyes closed, rocking back and forth, a little faster and more urgently with every thrust. I look over to the right at the mirror I have installed on the wall...and the image that greets my eyes....of a man fucking his woman's tongue by virtue of sliding the tunnel of his ass over the wet probe of her tongue, is one that thrills me to my core.
Her stroking of my cock continues, now both of us urgently attacking at the point of contact. Her thrusting her tongue eagerly forward, burying her face into my ass, me rocking my ass back to meet her thrusts, her shaft of tongue thrusting down the hollowed mine shaft that is my ass. The shaft that is now filled with the gooey concoction of brownie that has been melted by the warmth of my body, becoming a sweet, sticky mixture of saliva and chocolate. She licks and she eats, digging up tiny cups of chocolate into her mouth, sucking in the warm chocolate mixture with the slurping of her lips.
My god...my god...the depravity...
She strokes and she strokes, squeezing and tightening, my balls swelling on the edge of her palm as she urges the cum to flow down the length of my cock....and with a thundering blast of light I feel a roaring of cum careen down the length of my shaft. Arching my back and feeling her tongue plunge as far down as it can possibly reach at the moment of sweet climax, she clamps down hard on my cock as the first drops erupt, spraying the pillow in a sheen of warm cum. She milks me...literally milks my cock like the teat of a cow, urging forth every precious drop of hot spluge out of its reservoir, her tongue still wiggling with delight inside of me....bolts of electricity surge down my spine from my opened mouth to the heat that radiates from inside my ass...
I collapse, completely spent...exhausted and face down on the pillow once more. I feel violated in the most pleasant and warm way possible; I have just been tongue-fucked in the ass by my woman. I must see her now...must meet her eyes for the first time this wonderful morning. I roll over onto my side, eyes still closed, a warm smile on my face. My ass still tingling with the sensations of her tongue....
My eyes flutter open to take in her smiling face about to take her first sip of coffee of the new day. And in the most affectionate yet sexual way possible, she wipes away the remaining vestiges of melted brownie from the corner of her mouth with a seductive swipe of her tongue...
"mmmm....good morning, my Dear Steven. Would you care for a brownie?" |
71 | The African Landlady | Samuelx | Anal | 2021-12-05 | 2021-12-05 | 2022-01-08 12:10:33 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-african-landlady | Biracial stud meets African landlady in Houston. | ['African Muslim Woman', 'Biracial Man', 'Black Anal', 'Black Canadians', 'Black Milf', 'Female Voyeurism', 'Younger Black Man'] | 3.42 | Nabila Diallo is a six-foot-tall, curvy, busty and big-bottomed, gorgeously dark-skinned African Muslim woman living in the City of Houston, Texas. With her former husband Mamadou Diallo living in the Caribbean with his new girlfriend Bambi, and her adult daughter Noor Diallo living in the City of Dallas with her boyfriend Keith Lancaster, Nabila Diallo finds herself alone in her big house located not far from Fannin Street. Empty Nest Syndrome can be really detrimental to a mature lady's mental health. What's a bored, lonely and horny woman to do? If only someone or something would come along to cheer up this poor lady...
Patrick Seguin is a young man who could be considered handsome by almost any standard. Born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Haitian immigrant father, Joseph Seguin, and a white Canadian mother, Patricia Tremblay, Patrick Seguin is the son of two completely different worlds. At the age of nineteen, Patrick Seguin enrolled at the University of Montreal to study business management. As part of an exchange program with the University of Houston, Patrick got shipped from the City of Montreal, Quebec, to the City of Houston, Texas. For the tall, brown-skinned, green-eyed and Afro-sporting biracial Quebecer, it would be the adventure of a lifetime.
A lot of young Canadians are fascinated with all things American, and Patrick Seguin is most definitely no exception. He was thrilled to have the opportunity to spend a semester at a fine new school in the United States of America. The University of Montreal maintains excellent relations with its American counterparts, and as such, has more international students than most Quebec colleges and universities. Patrick did his due diligence and looked up the City of Houston, and its schools. It's always a good idea to do some research before a big trip. What Patrick discovered about Houston was absolutely mind-boggling...
The University of Houston is huge, in fact, it could almost be considered a small city within the City of Houston itself. Canada has some big schools such as the University of Ottawa, Carleton University, McGill University and the University of Montreal but the University of Houston dwarfs them all. Americans do everything bigger it would seem. Patrick Seguin went to the Registrar's Office to sign up for his new classes and also spoke to the International Students Office and then he went to look for campus housing. As it turns out, the dorms were full. Patrick Seguin had to find accommodation elsewhere.
"You're going to like it here," said Miss Nabila, Patrick's new landlady, and he thanked her after inspecting the basement apartment. The two-story, four- bedroom townhouse located off of Fannin Street in Houston was not bad at all. Patrick grew up in Montreal-Nord, also known as Montreal's ghetto, so this middle-class neighborhood in Houston was like the Ritz to him. Patrick thanked his new landlady, the tall African MILF with the huge ass, and inspected his new digs for the second time. This was home for the duration of his semester abroad.
After meeting with her new tenant, Nabila Diallo was all smiles. The tall, handsome young man from the City of Montreal, Quebec, was so different from the unruly, rough young men that she often saw on the streets of Houston. Everyone knows that all Canadians are nice people. Patrick Seguin paid first and last months rent, and was thrilled to find his new basement apartment already furnished. The place contained a bed, a table, four chairs, a fridge, its own bathroom and kitchenette. Yeah, Patrick Seguin would have everything he needed while staying under Nabila's roof. The tall African Muslim lady would make sure of it.
Patrick thought that his new landlady Miss Nabila was nice enough, if somewhat strict. What he didn't know is that the lady was losing her mind due to loneliness. In fact, Miss Nabila had cameras all over the house and watched Patrick's every move from a secret compartment in her master bedroom. After getting the WIFI from Miss Nabila, Patrick set up his laptop and listened to some music while relaxing after getting settled in. Feeling a bit horny, Patrick made sure the basement door was locked up tight, and then he looked up some classic black porn.
"Hmm, the good stuff," Patrick said to himself and he began to masturbate while watching African American porn star Brian Pumper get his freak on with a sexy black MILF known as Vida Valentine. Patrick stroked his big brown dick while watching Brian Pumper slide his thick cock into Vida Valentine's asshole. Is there anything hotter than black on black anal sex? Brian Pumper is one of Patrick's favorite porn stars because he fucks big-booty women of all races in their tight and not so tight butt holes. Black dick belongs inside black female butt holes. It's the way mother nature herself intended...
"Oh my," Miss Nabila said to herself, watching Patrick's every move from her special cameras. Pressing the zoom button, Miss Nabila saw what Patrick was looking at. On Patrick's laptop, a light-skinned black woman with a big butt was getting fucked in the ass by a muscular younger black man. Miss Nabila smiled to herself as she realized that Patrick must have a thing for older black women. Without realizing it, Miss Nabila began to masturbate. The sexy mature African Muslim woman slid her hand up her skirt and began fingering her wet, hairy pussy. No shame in the horny black mama's game...
"Oh yeah," Patrick groaned, stroking his hard dick as he watched porn star Brian Pumper ram his dick into Vida Valentine's butt hole. Hot damn, is there everything more beautiful than a black woman who welcomes black dicks into her butt hole? Patrick masturbated, watching black dick slide in and out of a black female butt hole. Patrick moaned loudly as he came, and then he smiled and wiped himself with a cloth. Patrick tucked his dick back into his pants, and then began watching regular movies online. As Patrick laughed while watching a rerun of the old show Martin, the one with the fake cop and the robbery, he didn't realize he was being watched.
"Hmm, oh yes," Miss Nabila moaned, fingering her pussy while sliding a dildo in and out of her butt hole. Closing her eyes, Miss Nabila visualized the hunky Patrick getting on top of her. In Miss Nabila's fantasy, Patrick put her on her knees and made her suck his big brown cock. After sucking Fantasyland- Patrick's cock to full hardness, Miss Nabila got on all fours and spread her thick ass cheeks wide open. Grinning, Fantasyland-Patrick lubricated Miss Nabila's butt hole and then slid his cock into her asshole. Just like that, the biracial stud began fucking the tall African Muslim MILF in that tight butt hole of hers...
"Give me that ass, you freaky old bitch," Fantasyland-Patrick said to Miss Nabila as he gripped her wide hips while pumping his cock into her butt hole. Miss Nabila masturbated furiously, burying her fingers deep inside her pussy while slamming the dildo deep into her asshole. It wasn't long before the tall, sexy African Muslim MILF came, her pussy oozing cum all over her bedsheets. Miss Nabila took a moment to catch her breath. On the cameras, Miss Nabila saw that Patrick was done masturbating and was now watching an old American sitcom, Martin. Hmm, Miss Nabila has big plans for Patrick and that big cock of his. The landlady takes care of her tenants every need, that's for damned sure...
Patrick Seguin finished watching the old Martin episode, and then went to bed. It had been a long and tiresome day. As was his custom, Patrick slept in the nude. The City of Houston is a lot hotter than Montreal would ever be. September in the City of Houston feels like August in the City of Montreal. As Patrick rested, dreaming of his upcoming adventures in the City of Houston, and the ladies he would meet at his new campus, the young Quebecer didn't realize he was being watched. Miss Nabila is a naughty landlady who wants to give her hunky new tenant some pussy. Here's to hoping that the landlady succeeds in that endeavor. Let the good times roll... |
72 | After A Long Day | Penny_Tralia | Anal | 2003-08-12 | 2003-08-12 | 2022-01-08 09:49:20 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/after-a-long-day-1 | She knows just what to do to make you relax. | ['Cum Lick', 'Cum Watch', 'Eyes Lay', 'Face Lean', 'Fills Mouth', 'Lisa Starts', 'Pink Cunt', 'Sit Side', 'Starts Lick', 'Tongue Starts'] | 4.24 | You come home after a long day. It's late and you are tired. The house is dark save the lit candles placed throughout the living room. On the floor an envelope, your name carefully written on it. You pick it up and open it. Inside a note:
_Go to the bathroom, undress yourself and get into the warm bath I have prepared for you. Relax and enjoy it. Julie_
You walk to the bathroom and find it lit with candles. A tall chilled glass of Goose is set on a tray for you. The bath is filled with steaming water and billowing bubbles. A soft, fresh scent lingers in the air. You take a deep breath and you begin to relax. You undress yourself in the candle light. Soft music can be heard in the background as you step into the bath. The warm water envelopes you and the days troubles and worries start to slip away. Take a sip of your dink, and let the coolness slides down your throat. Close your eyes and lay there in the warmth and think where is she?
You lay there for a few moments, drifting off , then you feel my hands on your shoulders. I whisper for you to keep your eyes closed. I run my hands across your shoulders, massaging them gently, my nails scraping your flesh. You can feel me leaned against you, my breasts just inches from your face. I lean a little closer and they touch your face. Taking the sponge into my hands, I start to wash you, slowly and gently. The warm water running down your back, your neck, your chest. I wash your belly, my hands traveling lower. My fingers graze your cock, but only for a moment as I kiss you. Licking and nibbling at your lips, sucking on your bottom lip, my tongue playing with yours. I moan softly into your mouth as I pull you closer to me. I whisper, "Come into the bedroom" and then I slip out of the bathroom. Opening your eyes you see that I am gone. You lay there for a moment, then get up and out of the bath. Drying yourself off, you walk naked to the bedroom.
You come into the bedroom and find me laying on the bed. Propped up against the headboard I am wearing a black night gown, pulled up to my thighs. My legs are open widely and you can see I am wearing panties, but they are crotchless, my pink cunt waiting for you. I lay there watching you as I slide my hands down across my belly and down to my pussy. My fingers rub against me, spreading my wetness around. I invite you to our bed. As you sit down I spread my lips and slip a finger into me, slowly fucking myself. Lifting the same finger to your mouth, I ask you to taste me. And then I taste myself, licking my finger, then sliding it into my mouth and sucking it clean. I reach down and run my finger across the head of your cock and take the cum off, then lick it off my finger. I stick two fingers inside me and start to fuck myself again. Using my other hand I start to play with my clit, rubbing slowly at first then faster and harder. I moan louder, and start to pant. Whimpering escapes my lips, as I get closer to cumming. You watch as my fingers become slicker as my pussy juice starts to cover them. My cunt glistens with wetness. You can smell my sex and hear my fingers work in and out of me. I close my eyes and lean back against the headboard. My neck starts to arch, my body starts to tense, my whimpering becomes more urgent as I start to cum. You are intent on watching me cum, watching my face, seeing my body begin to quiver, you never notice that we are not alone in the room.
Her hands start to caress your shoulders, nails digging into your flesh. I open my eyes and watch for a moment, then smile at you.
She drags her nails across your back, then reaches down and grabs your ass. "You're right Julie, he does have a fuckable ass." "Yes he does Lisa, but it's my ass to fuck" as I crawl across the bed towards you. I run my hands across your chest and down your belly, then grabbing your cock, giving it a nice hard squeeze. "Nice and hard, just like we want it." I tell you to lie down on the bed, making sure you sit up enough to watch. I smile at my friend and we sit on either side of you. "Delicious looking isn't it?" "Yes, and I want to suck it." I grab your cock and hold it straight up for her. "Go ahead and suck it, see how he tastes and feels in your mouth." She lies down next to you, then slowly runs her tongue down your cock. She starts to lick at you faster, broadening her tongue. I watch you for a moment then her. I lean down and begin to lap up the cum from the head, then wrap my mouth around it, sucking you hard, while her tongue travels up and down your cock. I lift my head and she takes you into her mouth, sucking on you. I lean down and start licking your balls. I can't resist and I take them into my mouth, licking and sucking on them.
I push your legs open more so I can get at them better. She and I take turns licking and sucking you, slobbering all over your cock, making it wet and slippery. I whisper something to Lisa and she straddles you, her cunt facing you. "Honey, lick her pussy for her." I reach back and hold her pink cunt open for you, then push your face into it. Your tongue starts to lick at her pussy, so wet, so pink and right in your face. I lean forward to watch as your tongue slides into her, in and out, your tongue flicking across her clit. Moaning she leans into your mouth, pushing her pussy into you. You grab her hips and pull her to you, shoving your tongue in deeper, her mouth on your cock, sucking and licking. I watch for moment longer, then I slip two fingers into her cunt and start to fuck her. My fingers sliding in and out of her as you lick her. I stick my fingers into your mouth, then into mine sucking the juice off. "Mmmm tastes good huh?" Lisa starts to suck on you harder, as she gets close to cumming. "Come in his mouth Lisa." She pushes back harder, moaning, forcing your tongue into her. Her body tenses as she grinds into you, her pussy clenching at your tongue as she starts to cum. Her cum fills your mouth, as yours fills hers. Her mouth filled with your cum, she looks up at me. I lean towards her and she kisses me, sharing your cum with me.
We all lay there for a while, just talking and laughing, enjoying ourselves. You watch Lisa and I, looking at her and seeing how similar she is to me. Long blonde hair, a little more petite than I am, very pretty, a little younger than me, very curvaceous. Just my type. I look at you and then at your cock. Mmmm already hard again. What do we want to do now?
I tell you to get on all fours. I look at Lisa as I lick my lips. “Fuckable huh?” She nods her head, then reaches for your ass. She spreads you, pulling you open for us. Your ass just there, waiting to be fucked. I smack your ass once for good measure. Lisa follows my example but smacks you even harder. Your ass already pinkening. We sit on either side of you, both our fingers gently poking at your asshole. Lisa slips her finger into her pussy, then back to you, slipping her finger into you. I watch as your ass opens slightly for her, then clenching at her finger. Lisa starts to moan as she watches her finger fuck you. I lean forward and flick my tongue across your ass.
Poking at you, but waiting. Lisa watches, then pulls you open further, leaning forward she starts to lick you with me. Both our tongues licking at you. Taking turns sticking our tongue into you. Each seeing who can get our tongue in further. Driving our tongues into you, wiggling inside you. Lisa is leaned forward and I can see her pussy is wet. I reach around her and slip my fingers inside her. Fucking her. She leans into my fingers, fucking me back. Wiggling around on them. She reaches over and slowly slides her fingers into me. Fucking each other, we really dive into your ass. Fucking you hard with our tongues. Going deeper and deeper. Opening you, lapping at your ass. Poking our tongues in and out of you.
I lower my head and start to lick at your balls, then taking them into my mouth and sucking them as Lisa slides her tongue in and out. I tell you to start jacking yourself off. I tell Lisa to keep licking your ass as I slide beneath you. My mouth just inches away from your cock. I wait. Waiting for your cum. Flicking my tongue across the head, licking at the cum already there. I watch as your cock thickens more, then open my mouth. Ready for your cum to shoot in my mouth. You moan louder, and start to cum. I lick at your cum, trying to catch it all. Some gets in my mouth, some on my face. You lay down on the bed and Lisa looks at me. Your cum on my face. She leans forward and starts to lick the cum off of me as you watch. When she is done, we kiss sharing the last bit of your cum in my mouth.
I turn to you and ask, “Did you enjoy this honey?”
“Oh yes.” |
73 | After Dinner Activities | KristinW | Anal | 2013-06-17 | 2013-06-17 | 2022-01-08 09:49:24 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/after-dinner-activities | Slut puts out on first date in side alley. | ['Flashing', 'Humilation', 'Public Sex', 'Throat Fucking'] | 3.43 | It hadn't taken them long to find a dark alley once the left the restaurant. The minute they were out of sight he shoved her against the wall, pushing his knee between her legs and forcing head up as he ravished her mouth. Not satisfied with plundering her mouth his hands slipped down and squeezed her tits hard, causing the women to gasp into his mouth.
Pulling back he took in the red bruised lips before turning his attention to her tits, rubbing the nips through the black dress. Grabbing the straps he yanked them down along with the upper part of the dress, exposing the white mounds to the brisk air.
Satisfied that he now had full access he returned to kneading the woman's tits, occasionally twisting a nipple hard enough to get a hiss of pleasured pain from the women.
"Such pretty swollen tits," the man murmured, "they just begging to be abused and marked."
He leaned down and bit hard on the upper part of the left mound, causing the women to jerk against him. He pulled back slightly to admire the mark that immediately began to form, before he proceeded to start on the other tit. It wasn't long before both tits were covered in saliva and bite marks that wouldn't completely be hidden in the dress and the women was panting heavily.
Smirking the man forced her legs farther a part and slid a hand under the skirt of the dress. Yanking hard he tore the silky undies and tossed them to the side, before pressing a finger roughly into her pussy.
"You're dripping wet," he said, before withdrawing his finger. Ignoring her protest he brought the finger to her mouth, pressing it against her lips until she parted them, letting him slide it into her mouth, giving her a taste of her own juice. He leaned forward, while pushing her dress up, pressing he pants covered knee against her exposed pussy.
"If you want me to fill that greedy little pussy you are going to have to earn it slut," he murmured against her ear. Pulling back he moved until there was a few steps between them.
"I suggest you start put that mouth to good use and start sucking slut," he told her gesturing crudely to his cock.
Hesitantly she dropped down in front of him, her knees scrapping against the cement, her tits still completely exposed. In a few seconds he had the zipper down and the button undone, he pulled the pants open just enough to let his cock spring free.
"Suck," he commanded, dragging her down on hard length, hands entangled in her hair. Reaching up she wrapped her fingers around it, pressing her tongue to the tip of the jutting penis, before wrapping her lips around the head. With one hand she started to massage the balls at the base, Hollowing her mouth she slide as much of the thick piece of meat as she could into her mouth, using her other hand to grip the base.
After a few minutes hands tightened in her hair and her head was forced down and he shoved his cock all the way down her throat, causing her to gag around the length. The tightening of her throat seemed to only encourage him as he proceeded to fuck her mouth hard, balls slapping her face as she was forced to take him all the way down.
Finally satisfied that he had completely raped her mouth he pulled back, leaving the women on her knees panting hard, her throat sore and her body shaking.
"As much as I enjoyed your mouth, I have no attention of Cumming until I've fucked you properly," told her, before dragging her to her feet. He looked around for a second, before his eyes caught sight of a waist high metal dumpster a few yards away. Pulling her over he pushed her up onto the lid, until she lay on her back, her legs spread wide on either side of his body.
Pushing the dress up he pushed his cock into the wet folds of her pussy with one quick thrust. Not bothering to give the women time to adjust to the intrusion he repeatedly buried himself inside her, fucking her hard as she gasped and moaned beneath him.
"Such an eager slut," the man hissed as he pounded into the wet heat. His words caused the woman to shudder, pussy tightening for a second as she rode out an orgasm.
"I'm not done with you yet," he told her before he pulled out with a wet pop. Forcing her legs up higher he held open exposing her dripping pussy and her pink ass hole.
He pressed a finger against the pink bud, sliding it in with some work.
"So fucking tight, you're going to feel so good around my cock." he muttered as he positioned his length against the hole. Pushing the head into the ring of muscles he thrust into her, driving his cock deeper and deeper in her ass with each one. She whimpered slightly as she was stretched painfully as he fucked her open.
It wasn't long before he was sliding all the way in, his balls slapping against her ass, before pulling back out, only to slam back in again. The tight walls of her ass clenching around him as she rode her second orgasm was too much for him and he came shooting his load deep into her hole.
Spent he stepped back to view his work, he took in the slut spread out on the dumpster, dress hiked up to reveal her pussy and dripping ass, tits covered in marks, jiggling as she panted. Catching sight of the torn panties he reached down and picked them up to use them to clean himself off. Tossing them on her face, wet with his cum and her pussy juices, he proceeded to tuck himself back in.
"Thanks for the ride slut. I'll be sure to call you next time I need to get off and require a tight hole to cum in." He told her smirking, before turning to leave. |
74 | After Dinner | Shenachie2010 | Anal | 2011-02-24 | 2011-02-24 | 2022-01-08 09:49:23 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/after-dinner-10 | Loving fun after supper. | ['Dinner'] | 4.05 | After Dinner.
The meal was excellent. Light, delicious and slightly filling it was the prefect precursor. The meet was going as they had long planned. The signal was there as she had agreed. If she were to kiss and go at the meal's end she would remove her corsage by the finish of the main course. Oh, she was a tease she was, as she had warned him. She finished the last mouthful of the delicious beef, chewing delicately, slowly, drawing the moment endlessly out. She had undone it alright, then, smiling at his disbelieving face, handed it over to him and asked him to straighten it for her, allowing him to enter her space and to handle her breast gently as he re-affixed the symbol of her agreement. She giggled then, softly. When he sat down again her foot found his leg, then slid up his thigh slowly to torment him as the sweet arrived.
He leaned to her and as she reciprocated to meet his words, in a low voice he promised. "I'll spank you for this yet, I will." Her reply yet again that glorious throaty giggle, then...
"Promises is all I ever get." She winked outrageously.
He noted that despite the luscious wine, she drank lots of water. He had hoped she would want to, and had briefed the waiter to keep the table supplied. She had excused herself twice to visit the ladies, no surprise considering the two large jugs of lemon water and the two bottles of red. As they took the lift to their room she giggled in his ear.
"Pete? I want to show you, you know? What we talked about, I'm um primed and god I'm needing."
His cock erected abruptly, tenting his slacks. She noticed, giggled again and stroked his groin with a feather touch as he turned to embrace her, his sweet tasting Maria, to kiss her deeply. His hands slid, rubbing circularly as they went, down her back, to find her neat bottom and fondle her firm cheeks. She murmured into his neck.
"Nice, very nice, are you going to teach me?"
"Yes I am, if you a willing pupil?"
Giggling again but holding his eyes as she flushed slightly, "Yes I am."
There: it was in the open. Pete's cock twitched at the thoughts he was having.
The lift swooshed open, and they kissed their way to their room door. Inside Pete threw off his jacket and Maria her blouse. Her bra was magnificent, showcasing her gorgeous breasts. Pete stooped and kissed the cleavage running his tongue down the fleshy warm perfumed crease.
"Darling I really can't wait, this isn't very romantic but if you want to do this then now is the time. Right now, and I want you to see; to watch. And you have your bit too, eh? ."
"Want me to stay and help you?"
"Oh stay, I want you to do what you said, god this is a turn on and a half. But Now."
She flees into the bathroom, her discarded skirt flying out the door for emphasis as she went. Pete follows: stripping too. She stood in the bath, the silk of her half undone bra contrasting with the plain, white cotton panties.
Slightly embarrassed she still manages a bump and grind to flaunt her bottom. Ensuring he spots the dark patch in her groin proclaiming her arousal.
"You like I see," said while nodding at his erection.
Pete steps into the bath, embraces her, kisses her, and helps her off with the bra. He leans back to admire her breasts against his chest and then with the bra cast aside to safety, he rubs her bottom through the thin panties. She murmured her appreciation, gives his penis a soft fondle. Then.
"Now! Look."
He felt her muscles push and relinquishing his bottom feeling he kneels. There is a delicious dark patch on her gusset which grows, the panties bulging, and as the pee begins to escape Pete pulls the sodden cotton down to release the flood. Maria gasps as he plants his mouth over her pussy and finds her pee hole with his tongue. As she pees he licks her there, the pee filling his mouth and then draining out to one side. His hands hold her firm bottom massaging her cheeks. He wants to feel her bottom hole but that is at this point a step too far he thought. That was for later. Slowly her flow eases, then ceases. Pete removes her sodden hold up stockings and together with her panties rinses them under the shower, to her astonishment. This is service!
Pete stands, pulls the shower curtain shut and turns on the water. To Maria's surprise he leaves her, then she hears the sink running and a swishing noise. Pete rejoins her to embrace her, his bobbing erect penis reminding her this is merely the beginning. He kisses her, his arms around her as hers find him and for a moment they just stand under the teaming steaming water. He tastes clean having taken the chance to use the mouthwash he had brought for just this usage. She relaxes, leaning against him with abandon now, trustingly.
Starting with her neck Pete washes her, working over her shoulder muscles, down her back probing as he went, all over her back, down lower until her bottom. This was a tricky bit right now.
"Bend for me dear, let me wash you here please." He feels her hesitation and then the courage found, she stoops. "More dear: show me please?" A longer pause although perhaps only a second and then the slight crouch, opening her for showing.
Her reward. "Darling so pretty, so lovely." Then a very soapy hand is in her bottom crease as the other finds her pussy as counter balance. The left hand swiftly finds her clit proving to her beyond all doubt that Pete knows his way around her feminity. Her pussy gently washed and rinsed the hand leaves her for other pastures.
The left hand then seeks and finds a nipple to tease, as at her behind a finger eases very gently into her. Whispered in her ear under the cascade of water, "push out for me darling push a touch." She does and an itchy stretching sensation catches at her. An odd but very exciting sensation. The probing finger makes a very slow in and out motion then leaves. She feels left empty, bereft. Then Pete guides some extra water into her nether cleft and stoops to kiss her anus. She gasps and catches some water. Choking and coughing the shower is abandoned.
Assured she would live by Maria, Pete towels her dry. Modesty forgotten she turns and complains at the way her hair is treated. Pete spanks her bottom gently, she retaliates and they laugh. They snuggle damply together in the big bed. The tension is still there but banked for the minute. Now is the time to talk to laugh, the orgasms will come, oh yes but now is the time to relax and talk.
"Maria? Will you do something for me please?"
"Oh yes, I near forgot didn't I she says throatily. Do you want to watch, see me flash as I put them on. Do you? Pete nods. "So, panties on last while you get a show is that it?"
"Yeah, please, let me steal peeps while you put them on." She laughs.
"Tell you what while I struggle into a fresh pair why don't you open the champers?"
Pete neatly undoes the cork with a subdued hiss, as Maria sits on a chair and pulls on a new pair of stockings. Holding her legs out in turn showing her neatly bare pussy as she does so, to Pete's evident delight. He bends to kiss her as she stands, but she sits again and grasping his bobbing organ guides it to her warm mouth. He offers to withdraw with his hips, but the growl from her throat persuades him otherwise.
Her educated tongue swirls around his glans, finding and tickling his little hole at the tip. With one hand she grasps and works the base of his shaft, whiles fondling his balls with the other until the fondling hand slides under him to tease his anus. He jerks to a muffled giggle, as the inquisitive finger begins to probe. He bears down, opening, no stranger to this, her finger goes no further though unlubricated as it is. Pete gently withdraws some to Maria's disappointment.
"Get your panties on dear and come and cuddle." She makes a moue of disappointment and tugging the silk high on her thighs turns slowly to show him the sweet fit displaying her bottom to best advantage.
Back in bed, cozy and relaxed, Maria snuggles in to his chest. His arm under her neck, his right hand has her right nipple to tease and play with. His other hand finds her pussy and through the silk he strokes and excites her again. The wet fabric telling him she is now very excited. She murmurs in against his mouth as he kisses her. He slides down the bed and using the gentlest of nibbles and kisses he excites her heavy breasts. She sighs and wriggles gently, the panties feeling tight against her swollen pussy lips. Down the bed he slides to feel her bottom again through the silk. He kisses the tight fabric over her pussy and then slides the garment off. Maria spreads her legs and offered her center to the seeking tongue.
The taste is gorgeous. He uses his lips to play in her playground. He makes little noises as she tenses and relaxes as he teases her upwards. He uses his fingers for a moment to tease around her pretty clit, as he takes a minute to study her organ. Neatly sized he notes as with his fingers he tensions her surrounding flesh to ease the hood back to bare it. He licks. She murmurs again.
"Is that too much? Want it covered again?"
"Hell no, you silly man, that's lovely go on, go on."
Smiling he does, using gentle sweeps of his tongue to excite her to lift her up to the plateau. Her taste subtly changes and he uses stronger firmer strokes, tonguing her with a steady rhythm, the taste changes again becoming acrid almost. Yes he knows, he knows that change. Slyly he slides a pre lubed finger deep into her unsuspecting bottom and then he presses that bit harder swirls a time or two and is rewarded with her bottom in his hands clenching, and her gasping, then the ahhhhh, of her pleasure peaking. He feels the contractions of her pulsing botty hole squeezing his wriggling finger. He licks on knowing if she wants she will push him away if the sensations are too strong. She does not. He slows the pace and plays really, teasing and then lowering to find her pee hole again as she finds her breath. She grasps his ears not unkindly and brings him back up the bed.
She smiles happily. This is a slice of time out of both lives, a gamble both are taking and it is paying off for both. She snuggles into him again, contentedly. His erection flags now until a warm hand finds it and strokes gently.
"I like this, pretty one you have, why the stitch marks?"
"I was circumcised at 18 going on 19 and well I was so randy that after four days I was moving the skin on my shaft and of course well the stitches tore a bit. Silly I know but..."
She giggles. "I can imagine yes." She fondles harder, and his passion rising he asks her to use some lube on him. As he passes her the jar he sneaks some and fondles her pussy with it. She gasps at the fresh sensation.
He smiles. "Girls say they don't need it but the change in feel is lovely eh?"
"God yes I'll say." She squirms and then gasps as his fingers reach back for her anus. She goes quiet. He kisses her, distracting her as his finger circles around there. Round and around and then teases the knot by dipping in to her center. Sliding in and out, just entering half a nails depth.
"Okay so far?" Pete whispers.
"Yeah, this is lovely actually."
"Did you try your self with a glove on like I asked you to?"
"Umm sorry no I just couldn't bring myself to."
"Oh, you naughty girl, well lets try this then. Push out a touch for me please?" Pete feels the movement as Maria gently bears down. Easily Pete's finger slides slowly in. "Relax now, how is that?"
"Hmmm, nice love, that is so nice, thank you. But you know I am just not sure."
"I know love no pressures here, just relax let me do this for a minute and let you see how it feels." Pete's finger moves gently, slowly back, until almost out ,and then back in, over and over. Maria murmurs, Pete notes her nipples tipping her beautiful breasts are swelling again. Withdrawing his finger he finds the jar and returns to her relaxing mouth. Returning one finger, a second begins to probe. Gently, kissing her sweet mouth, the two ease in, Maria stirs. Pete stops. "Still okay?"
Maria kisses Pete deeply. "This is very exciting. Just be very very gentle. Come here and let me make sure you are nice and firm for me." Her hand finds Pete's cock and strokes firmly. "Please take me but very gently darling."
"Surely darling,as gentle as you want, but dress me first please?" Handed the foil she smiles some shyly and opens the packet. Holding it the wrong way round it refuses to unroll, giggling she realizes and turns the pink package around. Then giggling at her success she rolls it down to the root. Giving him a few brisk rubs she tests the strength. Then finding the jar she lubes the length, leaving a heavy layer on his tip.
Pete tucks a pillow under her bottom and Maria tilts her pelvis to offer her last virginity. She pushes out as Pete, firmly, condom clad, begins to enter her. Unasked she bears down and relaxes as together they slowly achieve the entry. Easing off and then pressing, easing and pressing so gently he is in. Maria gasps, he stops.
"Too much, sorry."
He withdraws.
"Shh, is okay, my fault. Just relax, come here for a cuddle, it's okay." She comes to him and he finds her clit again with his fingers. She feels for him but he moves his hips away. "No, this is for you, for being brave." He fondles her expertly, bringing on a rush of pleasure, up she goes, higher, higher, he thrums her clit vigorously as she hovers, hovers and cries then shudders into climax. Pete waits, soothing her stroking her, then mounts her. "Push out," he commands and as she complies slides deep into her bottom. She gasps. He stills. Kisses her, feels her anus flutter nervously and then relax. "Good girl you've done it. I knew you could, now how's this?" Pete eases back watching her face, and slides back, he pauses and repeats. Maria groans softly. Pete stops. "I know myself that the first time can sting a bit but the second is a lot easier. Is it good now?"
"Go on it's rather good, very good, excitingly good."
"Stroke your self, go on, fondle yourself like you did for me on cam." She grins and her right hand arrives to work for her. "Can we try something?"
"Sure we can, what though."
"Kneel up for me, then I can umm. "
"You mean bugger me properly, she laughs, sure." She turns over and as her hand works her clit Pete stands astride her on the bed, his legs in front of hers and squatting he presses his glans into her presented bottom hole.
He moves gently but firmly until her pretty cheeks are against his groin. Then he begins to stroke her, long strokes allowing his glans to bulge her anus treating the nerves there to the pleasure. In and out getting faster as Maria frigs herself through another cumm. The tightening of her bottom triggers him and with little rutting strokes he cumms too. Shuddering gasping with the intensity, he relaxes and leans on her sweating back. Limply he withdraws and they cuddle together. Spent temporarily.
"Can you manage again do you think? She eyes the ticking clock, only towhours left.
"Aye I think so, what do you want to try?"
"I want you to let me fuck you, sit on your cock and ride you."
He chuckles, gestures to his swelling erection and smiling says. "I think you've caught my attention dear." She leans over and sucks on the plum of the tip strongly, erecting him to his fullness. Grabbing two pillows she tells him. "Hup, botty up dear, let me get these under you. Suitably lifted he waits, cock jutting. She rolls the condom on and smiles at his hardness dressed and ready.
She arranges herself over him and guiding him with her right hand she settles on him, his cock feeling so hot in her. She begins to rise and fall clenching with her muscles as she does so. Her long breasts moving with her as she moves her hips. She makes her inner muscles clench rhythmically but despite all her efforts he begins to wilt in her, "ohh for why darling, is this not exciting enough for you?"
"Vaginal sex has never really been a thing for me dear. Sorry. I think it's because I'm so used to the firmness of the grip of a hand you see. I did try to warn you darling. Sorry." She dismounts pouting a bit with disappointment. "Look can I show you another way to please me? It's a little dark perhaps but you might enjoy the power."
"Now you've intriguied me darling what do you want me to do?"
She stirs, sleepily. Contentedly. Glad they met. |
75 | After Dinner | hafnium10 | Anal | 2009-03-04 | 2012-06-29 | 2022-01-08 09:49:21 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/after-dinner-7 | 1. Dinner and romance lead to a special reward for you. 2. Lovers at the window! | ['Clothed Sex', 'Couple', 'Dinner', 'First Time Anal', 'Romantic'] | 4.25 | Dinner was fabulous. Candlelight and soft music in the background. Salmon fettuccine for you and Ahi-Ahi Tuna for me. You looked even more beautiful than usual, in that tight-fitting dress that showed off your hips and waist. The low cut front and the new bra added even more cleavage to your already ample breasts. I could tell you knew I enjoyed the view as you spent much of the evening leaning over the table to talk to me. To the others in the restaurant, you probably just looked attentive but I could tell you were watching my eyes stare down your dress, trying to steal a glimpse of one of those obviously alert and excited nipples. The bill came with the waiter and it was obvious he was interested in the view as well.
You were such a tease as we got up to leave, "accidentally" dropping your purse so you had to bend over to pick it up. I thought the passing waiter would drop his tray of food when he noticed just a hint of hair and the bottom of two round cheeks showing under the hem of the skirt. You looked over your shoulder at me as you picked up your purse and smiled that subtle smile of yours.
The night was cool as we walked back to the hotel along the riverside. We were hand-in-hand with your head leaning up against the side of my arm. I could feel your slight shiver against the night air and I took of my coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. You leaned in closer and I let go of your hand so I could put my arm around your waist.
We stopped under a large oak tree and I turned you to face me. You could see the romance in my eyes and rose up on your toes to kiss me. It was a gentle brushing of our lips that sent a shudder through us both. We knew where this would lead but for now just enjoyed the passion of the moment. One light flick of your tongue to mine signaled it was time to move on.
The ride up the elevator was quick but you still found enough time to slide your body up against me and kiss me deeply as your hand stroked my cock through my slacks. It was obvious to you the affect you had on me this evening, as I was already hard, but your well trained hands made me even harder. As the elevator stopped, you quickly stepped out toward our room door, slightly raising the hem of your dress as you walked away to show me again that panties were not part of the evening's wardrobe. You threw in just the slightest inviting wiggle as you walked down the hall.
I caught up with you at the door and, before you get your key out, pressed you against it. While the weight of my body kept you from escaping, my hands slid under the hem of your skirt and squeezed your ass. You turned your head and looked at me invitingly as I pressed forward to kiss your lips. My tongue slipped between you lips at the same time as my hands reached around in front of you and used my fingers to spread your pussy lips and tickled your pubic hair. Our tongues played in time with my fingers and I made small circles around your vaginal entrance. I was not surprised that it was already wet. The giggling couple we heard at the other end of the hall did not distract us.
I backed up enough so you could turn around and we embraced again. This time you were the aggressor and you reached around my hips and pulled me into you, feeling my erection against your stomach and you explored my mouth again. The hem of your dress was still up and I reached down in front of you and rubbed your pussy with the palm of my hand. You were wetter than before and the friction of my palm caused just a little shudder to run through your body. I backed away from you and moved my hand away, licked your juices off my palm and smiled at you.
We could not get the door open fast enough. What started outdoors as soft, passionate and romantic kisses had evolved into lustful, wanting, needy kisses. My soft hands had turned more aggressive and we moving into the room as one unit, me steering you toward the bed. A quick push of your hands slowed me and you stepped away. A wiggle of your index finger told me to stay where I was as you backed up further.
Your right hand reached for one of the thin straps of your dress and you let it slip off of your shoulder. The other strap soon followed and the top of your dress started to fold down. As it slowly revealed you, I could see the tops of your breasts and just the lightest brown circles of your aerola as your nipples strained to escape.
While I was hypnotized by this sight, you stepped toward me. As you reached me you turned, inviting me to unhook the clasps of your bra. In seconds, your bra was on the floor and my hands were wrapped around you, each holding one of your ample breasts. A thumb and finger pinched and rolled each nipple as you leaned back into me and moaned softly. Harder squeezes of your breast brought louder moans from you as your hips ground aggressively against my hard cock.
Two steps forward and you leaned forward so your hands were on the bed, your dress bunched around your slender waist. You turned and smiled a smile that told me you wanted me now. One pull of the zipper, one snap of a button and my pants were around my ankles. As with you, underwear was not a clothing choice tonight. As I stepped out of my pants, you wiggled your ass and leaned it slightly back toward me. Your scent filled the room as I stepped forward and in one motion parted your lips and fully entered you. You still wanted more as you pushed back into me. The mood was one of passion and lust, not romance, as I pounded into you. Every time I thought I was fully deep inside you, you pushed back and drove me even deeper. Our bodies slapped against each other noisily as your juices flowed down your thighs.
You could feel me nearing completion and suddenly pulled away from me, teasing me like you do. You reached down between you legs and toyed with your clit, then spread some of your juices from you pussy up higher into the crack of your ass. Your hands reached around and spread your cheeks, revealing you anus. I knew what you wanted but had never had the opportunity before. A soft groan of encouragement came from you as I placed the tip of my cock against your opening. A slight push back from you and a gentle push from me and the head of my cock spread your asshole just enough for me to enter you. Your knees bent slightly as I stop moving, enraptured by the tightness of an opening I have never explored with anyone before. You moved slightly back into me and I penetrated deeper. I slowly moved forward and felt you close tightly around me. Suddenly, you had taken my entire cock in your ass and were wiggling your hips to encourage me to fuck you there.
The feeling was unbelievable as I felt a tightness that drove me into a passion unknown to me. You kept encouraging me with words and movement and I knew there was pleasure in this for you as well. I started to slowly move in and out of you, but the movement of your hips told me that you wanted me moving faster. Your pussy needed attention and you were playing with your clit. I was enjoying the view and was surprised when you reached to my hand and moved it to replace yours. You covered my hand and forced two of my fingers inside you as I fucked your tight asshole. Soon my fingers and my cock were pumping in the same rhythm as we both grew closer to sharing our orgasms with each other.
You came with a shudder, a cry and a flow of juices that covered my fingers. You never stopped grinding your ass and your pussy into me as you came. The feeling of your muscles tensing around me in both of your openings milked me as I came in your ass. I could feel the change in lubrication as my cock still moved in and out of you as my semen added to your juices that had been helping before. I finally withdrew from you and we both fell forward onto the bed, my weight on top of you and my cock resting in the cleavage of your ass cheeks. I could feel my cum leaking out of you and onto myself.
I could feel the buttons of my shirt pressing against the bare skin of your back. I moved up your body so I could reach your ear and try to tell you how special this moment was that you had shared with me but you turned your head slightly and placed a finger to your lips to quiet me. You closed your eyes with a smile.
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76 | After Hours | boysetsfire | Anal | 2004-06-05 | 2004-06-05 | 2022-01-08 09:49:26 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/after-hours-17 | College guy gets surprise anal on trip. | ['Bella', 'Blushed Bit', 'Fall Back', 'Flash Lightning', 'Jaw Dropped', 'Make Scream', 'Moaned Response', 'Nearest Town', 'Putting Hand', 'Sat Desk'] | 4.52 | The rain poured down in sheets across my windshield and hammered like a tinsmith on the thin roof of my cheap used car. I leaned forward on the steering wheel, driving slowly, my wipers going as fast as possible, as futile as the attempt was. An approaching set of headlights blinded me enough so that I had to hit the brakes until he passed. I flipped him off with a grumble, even though I knew he couldn't see me.
"Fuck," I muttered. I rolled down the window and was greeted with a cold blast of fresh Texas rain. I was in the panhandle, headed east back home to Baltimore after spring semester at U of So-Cal. Somehow I had envisioned a cross-country trip as being more romantic. But there I was, with my head out the window of my car so I could see, driving 20 mph down a lonely stretch of road on the edge of nowhere. I could only see up to the end of my headlights, but with every flash of lightning I was reminded that the road went straight as an arrow all the way to the horizon.
I smelled something.
Being alone in the car, I tried to remember if I had farted, but I soon recalled the smell from the garage my dad owned: a hot car. I ducked my head back in the window. Sure enough, the 'check engine' light was on, and minutes later my car sputtered to a halt on the hard, gravelly shoulder. I bounced my head on the steering wheel for a few minutes before I tried my cell: no service. I hate Texas. I hit the flashers and jumped out of the car. Within a half a minute I was soaked. At least I wouldn't have to worry about dying of thirst.
I pulled the collar up on my leather jacket and went to open the hood, only to be singed. I swore and screamed and kicked my old piece of shit car so hard that the bumper fell off. Just fell off. Hopeless. I did a 360 and looked in all directions, and I just happened to be looking ahead when a flash of lightning revealed my salvation: a squat building with a couple of low- intensity streetlights. I pulled my hat down and jammed my hands in my pockets as I started walking.
The distance was deceptively long. All distances are in Texas. After about 40 minutes of trudging through the rain, I arrived at the building. It was an old, slightly run-down diner, with a homemade sign that read "Erma's Diner". How quaint. There was one car parked beside the building. With a little luck, Erma was around. I went to the door and tried it, but it was locked. I cupped my hands to the screen to get closer to the inner glass door and peered in. A dim light shone through a door leading to the back. I knocked and waited a moment, then banged harder with my fist, shaking the whole wall. A face appeared in the lighted door, but I couldn't really make it out. The person came to the door and opened the dinner one, so that we were separated by a screen door.
"Hey, mister, I-" she began. Yes, she. She was an almost surreally pretty, cute brunette, her light brown hair tied up in a bun in back of her head. She wore a brown and white waitress outfit and still didn't hide her killer curves. We both stood aghast in surprise. I'm sure neither of us expected to see such a person in such a place.
"We're...um, we're closed," she said, more quietly. I could barely hear her over the din of the rain of the metal roof. I took off my hat and ran a hand through my hair.
"Look, lady, I just need to use a phone, ok?" I said, shaking off my hat even though I was still standing in the rain. She just looked at me. I looked back, a little confused. I scratched my black beard stubble and sort of waved at her.
"Can I at least come in?" I asked.
"Yes! Jesus, get out of the rain," she said, opening the door and standing aside.
"Thank you," I said, stepping and taking off my coat. "My car broke down a few miles back, I need to call a tow-truck. Where's the phone?"
"Oh, we don't have one," she said. "Sorry."
"Ah. Great!" I said, throwing up my hands. I slumped down at the counter in the dark room. Another flash of lightning and peal of thunder shook the building. She jumped like a mouse; I didn't flinch.
"Well I guess I'm staying here for the night," I sighed. "Do you have anything to eat? I haven't eaten since last night."
"We're, um," she began
"Yeah, I know. You're closed. I heard. But this is a diner, you must have food around. C'mon, have some compassion! I'll pay you," I said, fishing out my sodden wallet. She laughed as I comically pulled out some dripping bills.
"C'mon in the back, I'll fix you something," she said with a smile, touching my bare arm for a moment. The touch was electric. What was it about this girl? I stood from the stool, shaking off my hat again as I followed her swinging hips through the small rear door. We walked through the darkened kitchen and into a small back office/stockroom. She cracked open some boxes and rummaged through a fridge. "Sit down, stay awhile," she offered, setting some food down on the table and pulling up a chair for me.
"Thank you," I said. She handed me a towel, and our hands touched. She blushed.
"I'll fix you some eggs and sausage, ok?" she said.
"Sure, sounds great!" I said, rubbing my hands together. She didn't take long. I stood in the kitchen with her, not content to be waited upon completely, and we talked while she took the 10 minutes to fix me dinner. Her name was Isabelle or Bella for short. She was 19 to my 21, and Erma was her mother. They lived about 30 miles up the road in a small trailer with her father and little sister. It was not a wealthy family, I gathered, but a very happy one.
"I've been working here since I was 13. My little sister will start next year," Bella said. "Mom would pay me a little for helping out, but I liked to, and money isn't much of an object around here."
"Where's the nearest town?" I asked
She pointed. "Oh, about 50 miles thataway. But we have a phone at my house, so you can call the truck from there. It'll cost you a bit, you know."
"The truck? Oh, yeah, I know. Whattaya gonna do, though, huh?" I chuckled. She laughed.
"Well, it's ready! Here, go on back in the office and I'll get you something to drink. Coffee OK? It'll be a little strong," said Bella.
"Just how I like it," I answered. She returned with my food and a couple cups of coffee, and she sat on the desk beside me as I ate, her smooth, shapely legs neatly crossed.
"So geez, the nearest town is 50 miles away...any neighbors?" I asked.
"Not for at least that same 50 miles," she answered.
"But you get plenty of customers out here?"
"Surprisingly, yes," she laughed. "Mostly truckers and bikers, but both groups have big appetites."
"Ha! I could eat them into the ground. No one on Earth has the appetite of a college student," I cajoled. We laughed. "What made your parents want to do something like this, anyway?"
"Used to be hippies," Bella said succinctly.
"Say no more," I said, putting up a hand. I ate a couple more bites. "This is delicious. Thank you so much," I added.
"You're welcome!" she beamed.
I finished and leaned back in my chair with my coffee. "So what do you do for fun out here?" I asked. I noticed she crossed her legs the other way, towards me, when I asked.
"Well, we do a lot of things," she began, leaning back on her hands. "You have a lot of time to spend with yourself, so you learn things you wouldn't learn otherwise. My mom sends me to boarding school during the year, but in the summers I like to come back home, and when I get here I always just fall back into my old routines."
I gave a questioning look, and she continued.
"Well, first of all I can play the harmonica like you wouldn't believe," (she gave me an odd wink) "and I learned some mild contortionism as a hobby."
I raised my eyebrows, and she giggled and blushed a bit. "You don't say!" I laughed.
"Mm-hm!" she nodded vigorously, then her expression changed. "But most of the time, we're just lonely. We always talk the ears off of anyone who will listen when the walk into the diner."
"You didn't seem too talkative when I showed up at the door a while ago," I pointed out, pointing with the thumb. She blushed a bit.
"Well, you were a bit off-hours. And with that hat and 5 o'clock shadow you looked kinda sinister. And..." (she paused, looking at the floor and smiling while brushing her hair behind her ear with one hand) "...we definitely don't get many good-looking young men in here, either." She looked at me at bit her lower lip tenderly. I felt my pants shrinking, and simply smiled at her over my coffee.
"Well, it's not every day that when my car breaks down on the edge of nowhere that a beautiful girl takes me in a feeds me dinner," complimented back. She smiled and twisted her feet around, her shoes clunking to the floor.
So...you have a girlfriend back in Cali?" she asked, pulling her legs up on the desk and sitting sideways on her hip.
"No, no steady girl," I said, putting down my coffee and leaning an elbow on the desk by her bare leg.
"No?" she said, looking at me with bedroom eyes.
"No..." I said. Carefully, I let my hand caress across her calf. She didn't pull away. She skin was soft, smooth, and warm. It had been a long time since I had really stopped to touch a girl. She stretched out her leg in response, our eyes locked. I rose from my chair and she sat up on the desk. I touched her cheek, then ran my hand back around behind her head, cradling it as I kissed her deeply. She moaned like I had just kissed her pussy instead; she obviously hadn't gotten any in a while! Her arms draped over my shoulders and around my neck as my hands took hold of her sides. We kissed more and more forcefully and passionately, our fingers fumbling with each others buttons. My shirt hit the floor with a wet slap, and she moaned again as she ran her hands down my hard, sculpted chest and abs. I got her out of the white smock to reveal a set of D-cup breasts that would have put any playboy model to shame. Her white lace bra kept them at bay for the time being as we kissed, our tongues intertwining and our hands roaming. I deftly unsnapped the little metal clasp holding her skirt on, then scooped her up under the butt, standing her up so it would drop to the floor. I stopped and took a step back to look at my prize of the year; 5'5", smooth, shiny brown hair, curves that would wreck and rally car, full, round breasts, and a bubble butt the likes of which I may never see again. Topsides she had a skimpy white lace bra that just barely covered her nipples, and below she wore a matching white cotton thong. She looked at me and leaned against the desk, tilting her hips back. I toed off my slightly muddy boots and kicked them behind me just as she dropped to her knees at my feet! She took the reins, unbuckling my belt and undoing my fly in a matter of seconds. She hooked her fingers into my jeans and boxers and pulled both to my ankles in one go. My 9-inch cock sprang free, and she gasped as she laid eyes on it.
"Oh my..." she cooed, wrapping her warm hand around my shaft. "You're definitely the biggest I've ever had!" I just moaned in response, leaning against one of the steady stack of boxes as her hand slowly strokes me up and down. Her tongue danced along the underside of my shaft and across my shaved balls, then she let go for just a second while she slowly ran her tongue from top to bottom, pausing to swirl her tongue around the tip before all of a sudden engulfing the head of my cock with her lips.
"Ohhhh fuck!" I moaned, my toes curling. I looked down at her while she wantonly looked right back into my eyes, her soft pink lips wrapped snuggly around just my tip, moving quickly up and down just fractions of an inch. God, it was wild! No other girl has since sucked me like that. But sadly, after only a minute or so she stopped and stood, kissing me and leaning back against the desk again.
"Don't think I'm going to let you come that easy," she said wickedly. "I'm gonna make you work for it!"
"With pleasure," I replied. She reached behind herself and let the bra fall to the floor. It was my turn to gasp; my imagination didn't even do them justice! The most perfect breasts I had ever or possibly will ever see. She giggled at my reaction, cupping them in her hands. I kissed her while she played with her nipples, and pushed my hands into the waistband of her panties at her hips. She moaned again as I pushed them off her curve and let them fall to the ground. She jumped her booty up onto the desk and I knelt between her knees, only to be treated to yet another beautiful spectacle; her hot little teenage pussy. She was shaved but for a small strip of neatly cropped hair just above her clit about 2 inches long. I touched her lips; smooth as a baby. I inhaled her scent like perfume, teasing her lips apart with the tip of my tongue. She moaned fervently and gasped over and over as I licked her pussy, swirling my tongue around her clit and alternately plunging my tongue into her pussy. God, she tasted so sweet. I wanted her pussy like nothing else. She stopped me, breathlessly.
"Do you have a condom?" she asked. I almost screamed. I didn't. I shook my head with an apologetic look.
"Good," she said. "Because I want to feel it when you come in my ass."
My jaw must have dropped, because she laughed again, playing with her pussy before my eyes, only inches away. I helped her with my tongue, with a renewed libido if ever that was possible. I'd only done one girl up the butt before, and it was the most amazing experience of my life. Well, that experience was about to be outdone.
Bella pulled her legs back, keeping them straight, until her knees nicely framed her tits. I licked tenderly around her freshly-cleaned rosebud, and she moaned breathlessly.
"Ohhh Jesus, I want you in my ass SO badly..." she moaned, looking me in the eye and shaking her head. I stood, and as I did she handed me a miniature plastic jar of Vaseline from her purse. "I keep it for my lips, but it works beautifully on my bum, too," Bella said with a smile. I dug out a healthy finger-full and she gasped and giggled at the coolness as I spread it over her pucker. She talked dirty to me as I lubed us up.
"So how much of that cock are you gonna put in my ass, baby? All of it? Oh my goodness I don't know if I can take all of it...my tushie's reeeeeaaally tight. Do you promise to be nice and gentle with my ass? Go slow at first, but be sure to give me eeeevery inch that I can handle, baby. I wanna feel that cock waaaay up my butt. I want you to make me scream!"
Shaking with anticipation, I lined up my glistening cock with her tiny little rosebud, feeling the slippery, crinkled skin against my tip. She gasped little gasps, looking me in the eye and squeezing my arm as I pushed. She lay on the desk, her legs spread wide and back around her ears, while I stood over her. She looked into my eyes as I slowly pushed against her tight back door.
"Oh yes baby, I can feel it going in!" she moaned, shaking her head, "I can feel my little bottom opening up for you, bit...by bit...by bit....ohmygod here it comes...it's gonna go in right now!!...Uhhhh!...Nnnnggg!........Uhhh!!Jesus, there it goes! Ohhhhmygodohmygodohmygod..." she groaned as my cock popped past the second sphincter and slid smoothly and deeply up her tight teenage butt. She continued to look me in the eyes, but her brow furrowed her and jaw dropped, her fingers digging into my biceps as I leaned out over her, my cock continuing its exploration of her hind end.
"Oh...my...gaaawwwdddd..." she groaned, letting her head fall back onto the desk. Her hands released my arms and held her legs back instead. "Is that all of it?" Bella whimpered breathlessly. I nodded, lying. There was about one more inch to go. "Oh thank God..." she moaned. "I couldn't take another inch!" As she said that, I slowly pushed the last inch up her butt.
"Ohhhhhhhohohohoooo!! She cried, her back arching. "Fffffffffuck!! You lied, you fucker!" she said to me, a big, lustful smile on her face.
"Did you like that?" I asked.
"Ohhhh yesssss..." she hissed. "Now make me scream again. Take that big hard cock and fuck me!" I watched her face as I began to thrust, marveling how her expressions, moans, groans, screams and cries told of a thirst-driven mix of pain and pleasure. I slid out, then back in, over and over again, going from the tip to my balls with each and every stroke, making her feel every inch I had to give her. And feel it she did!
"Unnnngggg! Ohh my, that was a deep one!" she groaned, putting a hand on her abdomen. "I can feel you in my belly every time!"
I just moaned in response, lost in my own world of pleasure. Bella's ass was hotter and tighter than an excited virgin on prom night, and the last girl I did in the ass could only take half my dick. This girl was amazing! I began to thrust faster as my excitement mounted, but the length of my stroke kept me from really pounding her, which was a good thing. I didn't want to hurt such a delicate-looking little flower. But Bella had other ideas. She grabbed onto the edge of the desk and pulled her ass onto me, meeting my thrusts with her own. She screamed and swore, her face pinching up in a grimace of pain, but she only pushed harder!
"Oh!Oh!Oh! Yes, that's it! Fuck me! Slide that cock up my butt, oh yeah! Oh yes! Oh! Unnngg!!"
Her big tits bounced and the desk shook as my cock rammed deep into her bowels, making her scream in pain and pleasure, and she loved every second of it. Our eyes were still locked as we fucked, my cock sliding back and forth, up and down in her ass, her tight sphincter nearly wringing the blood from my cock as it squeezed and milked me.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck I'm gonna come!" she squealed. She could come just from getting fucked in the butt! I pushed faster and harder, and was rewarded with even louder and more frequent screams and squeals from Bella. "Ooo! Oooobaby I'm coming! Oh God don't stop! Don't stop fucking me! Ohhhh!...OH!OHHHH!OH!OH!OH!!!"
Bella's body shook and writhed on my cock as she came, her rectum rippling around my cock, squeezing me again and again. I kept ramming my cock deep up her butt, over and over. I was right on the edge!
"Come in my ass!" she squealed. That did it. I roared with pleasure, grabbing her hips and pushing every millimeter of meat I could muster straight up her butt. She screamed and held onto my arms as my cock exploded into her rectum, spurt after spurt of come shooting deep into her ass.
"Aaahh!...Aahhhh!...Ahhhhh!!" I cried, moaning out each rope as I filled her bottom with semen. She wrapped her legs around me, holding me deep within her and looking up at my face with a wicked smile. I gasp and groaned as I felt her ass expertly milking my cock of every last drop of come. When she was finally satisfied that she had gotten it all, she released me, her tight hole pushing out my softened cock with a wet little slurp. I had come so deep that only a tiny little thread of pure white dripped from her tightly closed pucker and down one smooth, tanned cheek. She slowly sat up and stood on shaky legs and wrapped her arms over my shoulders. I kissed her breathlessly.
"That was amazing," she gasped.
"You're the best I've ever had," I added with a disbelieving chuckle.
"Likewise! *whew!*" she said, releasing me and turning to pick up her panties. As she bent over I could see my come between her buttocks where it had started to leak. She didn't even care, though, and pulled on her thong right on top of it. She turned to smile at me.
"That should hold it in there," she laughed. We talked as we dressed, and I found out that I was the first man she had anal sex with! The "other things" she did when she was alone happened to be fucking her own ass with a dildo. She hadn't let on that she was an anal virgin before so I wouldn't be scared off.
"Paid off in the end, didn't it?" she laughed, giving my crotch a squeeze. I gasped.
"Oh my God..." was my only answer. She laughed again.
She drove me to her home and I met her family; a stereotypical Midwestern folk. I used the phone the next morning, and she drove me out to wait for the truck at my car. She turned to me as he drove up and started hooking up my car.
"Thank you for an amazing night," she said, smiling up at me. "My ass is going to be sore for a week!"
"The pleasure was all mine," I said, kissing her passionately.
"But just so you know," she said, giving me a wink and a lick of her lips, "If ever you decide to road-trip it home again from Cali, my booty will always be open for a pit stop."
I shivered. "See you next year," I said, hopping into the cab of the truck.
I never did see her again, but the memory of that one night and Bella's hot, tight ass will never fade! |
77 | After School Adventures | Slash_Raptor | Anal | 2011-08-15 | 2013-02-08 | 2022-01-08 09:49:27 | 9 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/after-school-adventures-ch-01 | 1. When the school bell rings, the rules change... 2. When the school bell rings, the rules change. 3. When the school bell rings, the rules change... 4. When the school bell rings, the rules change... 5. When the school bell rings, the rules change. 6. When the school bell rings, the rules change... 7. When the school bell rings, the rules change. 8. When the school bell rings, the rules change. 9. When the school bell rings, the rules change... | ['Affair', 'Creampie', 'First', 'Husband', 'Infidelity', 'Orgasm', 'Squirting', 'Time', 'Wife'] | 4.2 | PART 1
"Detention"
It was 3:28pm, only two more minutes until the last class of the day was over. As I sat in my chair, waiting patiently, I did my routine glance around the classroom to make sure everyone was doing what I'd assigned. They had to finish the last chapters of "Catcher in the Rye". I've never liked that book, but, as a teacher, I'm prohibited from teaching something other than the predetermined curriculum that the school board assigns at the beginning of each year.
This was my first year teaching two subjects. I had History, which is my favourite subject, and English, which was rather dull to teach in comparison. In fact, I often feel guilty after making the kids read something that I know they have absolutely no genuine interest in. I don't see why I can't have them read something cool like Stephen King for English class. I'm positive I could find a book that would allow me to teach all the necessary lessons while still entertaining the students.
99% of the time, while the kids were doing their work, my mind was elsewhere. I don't know why I was having such a hard time staying in the moment. I was usually thinking about sex. Normally I think about history, or my finances but during that year, sex was on my mind constantly. One of the benefits of silent reading was that everybody leaned forward a little and had their heads down, so I got plenty of cleavage shots from the chestier girls. Because I was always thinking about sex, it felt like my eyes were made of metal and all these girls were magnets - really young, really sexy magnets. But out of all the magnets in my class, Monica Dawson, (the girl that always sat at the desk in the back left corner of the room) was easily my favourite. Not because she was a good student, but because she was absolutely gorgeous. I loved my wife very much, but Monica was in a league of her own. She had beautiful shoulder length black hair, adorable brown eyes and absolutely luscious lips.
I stood up and faced the board, trying my best to hide my erection. With only about a minute left in class, I wrote the homework for that night on the board. Just as I finished, the bell rang, prompting the students to gather up their things and leave... All except for Monica, who was sleeping with her face in the book.
Suddenly an idea came to me. I knew I needed to talk to Monica about her grades, but I might be able to kill two birds with one stone if I played my cards right. Maybe my thoughts were being polluted with sex because I hadn't had any in a while. Word in the hallways is that Monica is a bit of a slut. If that's true, then I might be able to have some fun with her and satisfy my cravings.
I waited for all the other students to leave the class before slamming the door behind them. Monica sat bolt upright, the look on her face told me she knew she was in trouble.
"Ms. Dawson? Can I see you for a minute?" I said, without taking my eyes off her.
Monica stood up and stifled a loud yawn as she made her way to the front of the room. I heard her gulp nervously as she perched herself on the edge of my desk.
"This is about my grades, isn't it?" she asked, batting her eyes innocently.
"You catch on quick." I said.
Monica didn't say anything, instead ran a finger through her hair and tried to look like she had no idea what I was talking about.
"I know you can do so much better than Ds." I said, opening up my filing cabinet and taking out her grade sheet.
"I work really hard on my homework and always show up to class ready to learn! So why am I still getting Ds!?" she asked, desperately.
"I wouldn't know how hard you work on your homework because, well, I never see it." I said, indicating all the missing assignments I had marked down.
"I have over fifty assignments missing!?" she gasped.
"I'll tell you what, Monica. If you do these assignments and hand them in before the end of this semester, I can still give you marks for them. Now, I'm sorry, but I really should get going." I said, getting up and heading to the door, even though I had no intention of leaving.
I knew the way Monica's mind worked. She was determined and stubborn, except when it came to schoolwork.
"But that'll take so long!" whined Monica.
"Well, I'm sorry, but this is what happens when you let your assignments build up." I said, pretending to turn the doorknob.
Monica grabbed my hand and pulled it away.
"Are you sure there's nothing else I can do?" said Monica, very seductively.
She took my hand and brought it underneath her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties, and was very wet.
"What are you doing!? I'm married!" I gasped, reluctantly taking my hand away from her sopping wet pussy.
"Let's face it Mr. Hartford, we both know that. But, I see the way you look at me when you think I can't see you." said Monica, still using that seductive voice.
"This is wrong. Not to mention that if anybody found out, I'd get fired." I said, despite the fact I was too horny to care about my job.
"Relax Mr. Hartford, I know how to keep a secret. Nobody will find out, I promise... Now, why don't you pull out your cock so I can suck it dry?" said Monica, getting down on her knees.
"Well, if you insist." I said, pulling out my rock hard dick.
I was about to put it in her mouth, but Monica beat me to it. She immediately set to work, spitting on cock and stroking it with her tongue. Soon she started fondling my balls with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other. Every now and then, she would take my dick out of her mouth and stroke it some more. She kept going for about five minutes and only stopped when I picked her up and laid her down on my desk. I parted her legs and began to eat her out. She was still soaking wet, so much so that her pussy juice kept dribbling onto my tongue. Her juice was much sweeter than my wife's. As I licked her clit, Monica squealed and moaned in ecstasy. Without stopping, I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down past her ankles. As I took off the skirt entirely, I started to finger her pussy. It was so tight that couldn't fit more than two fingers in it. As I fingered her, she automatically reached her hand down to her throbbing clit, but I stopped her.
"No, no, allow me." I said, moving her hand away.
Then I started to rub her clit, while still fingering her. After about another minute, Monica managed to moan:
"I can't take it anymore! I need your cock, Mr. Hartford!"
"I think I can help you out." I whispered, pulling my pants down.
"Stick it in me... I need it now!" moaned Monica.
I slowly slid my dick into her ridiculously tight pussy. I started off slow on purpose, to tease her a little. Monica gasped delightfully as I started to thrust harder. Once I got a good rhythm going, I yanked her shirt open, revealing a sexy lingerie bra. I unhooked it, unleashing her amazing tits. They were perfectly shaped, soft yet firm, round and perky. While still thrusting, I glanced over at her discarded bra and saw 34C written on it. I leaned forward a little, allowing me to penetrate deeper, but also so I could play with Monica's amazing tits. The ones I'd been staring at for so long. I started to massage them by squeezing and rubbing them. Next, I leaned my head in closer and licked her nipples. I thought they were already hard, but after I licked them, her nipples seemed to inflate a little, they were now even harder, which made her tits look even perkier.
"Your cock feels so good inside me, Mr. Hartford, I want to ride it!" said Monica, squirming in anticipation.
I took my throbbing dick out of her pussy and sat down on my desk. Monica hopped up on the desk too and immediately lowered herself on to my cock. It slid in so slowly. I shuddered and Monica moaned in pleasure as she kept lowering herself down. I reached up and played with amazing tits again while Monica rode my dick. She seemed to be an expert at riding cock, because she was doing this thing where she sort of rotated her hips in a circle while still keeping up the same bouncing rhythm. After a while, I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer, and it seemed like Monica wouldn't be able to either, her pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the minute. And soon she had started bouncing ridiculously fast. I could tell she was about to cum any minute now. So was I, but I knew I couldn't cum inside her.
"Oh, Mr. Hartford! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum all over you hard cock!"
She wasn't kidding. Soon, I felt a gush of warmth spread over my dick. Monica tried her best to keep riding my cock, but the orgasmic pleasure was too much for her, she lifted herself off my dick and collapsed on the desk. Her legs were trembling and all the juices in her pussy were dribbling out. I rolled her over onto her back and knelt down over her.
"Do you wanna fuck my titties, Mr. Hartford?" giggled Monica, spreading them open so there'd be enough space for my cock to fit.
"Cum for me, Mr. Hartford! I wanna feel your huge load on my face!" moaned Monica, her legs still trembling from her massive orgasm.
I shoved my dick in between her perfect tits and started thrusting as hard as I could. All the juice from her pussy that had coated my cock was now being spread all over her tits like butter on toast. Monica tilted her head forward and managed to stick the head of my dick into her mouth and gave it a couple of good licks while I kept fucking her tits. A minute later I had reached my peak. I was going to cum and there was no stopping it now.
"You want it, Monica? You want my load all over your face?" I groaned, still fucking her tits.
"Yes, Mr. Hartford..." moaned Monica.
"I don't think you really want it." I teased.
"Please cum all over my face, Mr. Hartford!" moaned Monica, stifling a giggle.
With one final thrust, I came in a glorious burst of pleasure. It seemed to feel twice as good because of the fact that it was someone different than my wife. Thick blasts of jizz shot out of my cock and landed right on Monica's face. She had her mouth open, so a couple of drops landed on her tongue, but the rest of it landed on her chin, her cheeks and her forehead. Monica squealed delightedly and then she put the head of my dick back in her mouth and sucked the last few drops out. I groaned and sighed as my orgasm subsided and then gently collapsed, letting my head rest on Monica's magnificent tits. She ran a sticky hand through my sweaty hair.
"That should cover at least a few of my missing assignments, right Mr. Hartford?" she panted.
"Oh absolutely, Monica... I'll be giving you full marks for October's assignments. Now you'll only five more months worth of assignments to hand in." I panted, standing up.
"I'll stay after class after on Thursday and we can work on November's assignments. Does that work for you?" said Monica, grabbing a tissue and cleaning the jizz off her face.
"I'll be here." I said, as I finished pulling my clothes back on.
I picked up her bra, shirt and skirt from the ground and handed them to her.
"Well, I better get home," I said, grabbing my briefcase, "I don't want my wife to start asking questions."
"Well, I guess I'll see you in class tomorrow then." said Monica, pulling her bra back on.
As I left my classroom, I peered over my shoulder to get one last glimpse of Monica's incredible body. She was just pulling her skirt back up. I kept thinking to myself how easy it had been to manipulate her into fulfilling my dreams. Everything I had done and said leading up to this had all been done deliberately. I knew Monica was the kind of girl who would happily fuck for her grades. Knowing what I had to look forward to for the next couple of weeks, I couldn't help but smirk as I made my way down the hallway, heading for the parking lot...
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78 | After School Fun | Bathroomslut | Anal | 2004-08-06 | 2004-08-06 | 2022-01-08 09:49:32 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/after-school-fun-2 | Adults enjoy empty classroom, | ['Ass Pushed', 'Feel Legs', 'Felt Warm', 'Grabbed Ass', 'Grabbed Waist', 'Hands Reached', 'Put Ass', 'Put Desk', 'Reached Back', 'Waist Pulled'] | 3.65 | I walked in the room and, he put me up against the desk. He was behind me and I was between him and the desk. I felt his hand push my body down on the desk, so that I was standing but my chest and head were lying on the desk. His hands I felt them travel up my legs, I felt them between the holes in my fish net high thighs. When he reached my skirt he pulled it up. Now he could see my black garter belt that was holding up my stockings. Still holding me down, he spread my legs.
I lifted my hands up, and reached them behind my back. I moved them around, until I found his fly. Then slowly, I pulled the zipper down. Reaching in to his pants, and in to his boxers, I pulled out his hard dick. He took out from his pocket, a bottle of lubricant, and handed to me. I put some on my hands and then I reached back again and rubbed it on his dick. I started to give him a hand job, running my hands up and down the shaft. I stopped after awhile, because I didn't want to rub the lubricant in too much. Then he took my hands and put them on the desk, he had me grab both edges to hold me down harder. He took his dick, holding it with in his hands, and started to put it in to my ass.
He pushed me down even more and with one of his hands he grabbed my ass cheeks. Then he took his other hand the one that was holding his dick and put it too my ass. He griped tighter on his dick, it was hard and stiff and pushed it in slightly into my ass. I felt it go in and it did hurt a little, it was like I don't know a pinch on my skin or something. It wasn't like some big pain, I kind of liked it. I thought of pain for pleasure as kinky and it makes sex even better, so as long as it brings orgasms in the end then I'm up for it. He kept pushing it in me, not like so fast, but slowly, and when he got more of him self in he would stop and let me get used to it. It didn't hurt that much when he would stop, and when he did he would run his fingers over my body, mostly on my ass. When he did that my body shacked a little and I started to giggle but not a lot, it wasn't funny it just tickled. When he finally got his dick in all the way he sighed, I guess it was a big deal. I don't know I said that's it, that's what getting fucked in the ass feels like, I definitely got the short end of the pleasure there.
When I said that, he pushed me down again on the desk and grabbed my waist and started to thrust his dick in me. As he continued to do that, I realized that he wasn't done yet. I could feel his legs on my ass, and I could hear him moaning. It did feel a lot better them I though, you know I hadn't done it before, so I was open to it. Each thrust I went back in to the desk harder and I could feel his dick moving inside me. It didn't hurt any more, it became appealing to me. I told him to go hard to thrust himself inside me more. He liked that I said that. I started to moan lightly, I'm a big screamer but you know in a class room I didn't think I should go all out and let every one know what I was doing. My fingers grabbed the desk and tried to hold on but my hands were so sweaty I could hardly hold on. I was getting so hot so fast, it like came out of now where. All of a sudden I felt him thrust two more times then he slowed down. It was like I was running so fast and then I was just pulled down. I was over headed and I wasn't going any where, I told him I wanted more, continue. He was surprised again. I guess he thought because I wasn't screaming that there was something wrong.
So he continued to fuck my ass, each time it felt even better. He grabbed on to my waist and pulled me to him as he trusted in to me. And when he trusted out he pushed my back way from him. I stared to get hotter, I could feel his body sliding up against mine, and I could feel his legs shacking. I heard him breathing heavily as he was moving in to me. Then he said I'm going to cum in to your ass, and he asked me if that was all right. I said if you want to, go ahead. He got harder, thrusting moving back and forth, harder and longer, her stayed in side me, until he came, and when he did he made on last thrust and stopped. He grabbed my waist and pulled me in to him, closer as close as I could get to him and he let lose his cum inside me. I felt it; it was warm like his dick. Then he slowly slides his dick out of me, and I only felt warm for a second longer then it stopped.
I got up on the desk and he sat down on the chair and he looked at me for a while. Then, I got on my stomach and leaned over to kiss him. He grabbed my ass and pushed me closer to him. I felt his tongue move around in my mouth running around the sides of my cheeks. His lips felt soft and warm as they moved across mine and my face. |
79 | After So Long | X-Factor | Anal | 2007-06-17 | 2010-04-06 | 2022-01-08 09:49:33 | 3 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/after-so-long | 1. Long distance married friends finally meet and cannot resist. 2. Cheating lovers make passionate love a second time. 3. The lovers take a shower and explore anal. | ['Adultery', 'Analingus', 'Ass Licking', 'Bbw', 'Cheating', 'Infidelity', 'Pregnant'] | 4.46 | "One of these days, I just might do that." Stephanie's sexy voice said over the phone. She was performing part 1000 of an infinite amount of performances that Drew and her were likely to go through. It was in response to his invitation to come over. He had given it knowing full well what the result would be. Yet another maybe, yet some more teasing, but the end result was that they would remain phone friends. He couldn't be upset with her, however. After all – he did the same thing to her!
"One of these days, eh?" Drew replied. "I'll hold my breath!"
"Hey – you could always come here, you know?"
"I know. Things are pretty busy, though." He explained for the thousandth time. It has been several years of this. Both had been through the rigmarole. "I miss you."
"I miss you too." Stephanie admitted. "It's weird. I haven't seen you in like five years other than in pictures, but I really do miss you. I can't believe our chemistry!"
"It was right from the start." He agreed. "Ever since you walked into my store, I wanted you."
"You had a girlfriend! You should have acted! Instead – you move to another city and get married!"
"What can I say? I'm in love! Hell, you got married too! And you had kids!"
The two of them seemed to always recap what could have been. She got married first. He followed suit. She has had three children in those five years. Through it all, the two of them remained in contact via telephone and email. Both of them, despite being in love with others, had developed strong feelings for each other.
Drew had brown hair and brown eyes. He was tall – over six feet. The last time Stephanie saw him – back when they were friends who worked just down the mall from each other – he weighed 190 pounds. He was now up over 230. He wore it well. Not that it mattered. Her feelings for him had developed beyond looks. She has seen recent pictures of him and it only served to make her want him more.
For her part, Stephanie was a beautiful woman. Long, dark hair went just past her shoulders and she gorgeous, captivating brown eyes. When he first met her she was about 5-5 or 5-6 and she weight about 135 pounds. She had a huge rack. Oh, how he dreamed of those beautiful tits! In the years since he last seen her, she had three children and her weight had ballooned to 180 pounds. He had seen recent pictures of her as well. His feelings for her were so strong that he saw past that. He wouldn't admit it to himself, but he loved her.
"You know what?" Stephanie asked.
"What?"
"I'm gonna do it."
"Huh?" His cock got hard in his shorts.
"I'm gonna come over there. Tomorrow. I'll get a sitter for the kids and I'll jump in the car. Remember what you promised me though?"
"Yes!" Drew was excited at this point, but he was trying not to let himself get too carried away. After all, they had made plans on three or four occasions to meet and something had always "come up" right before it was to happen.
"You're making me lunch!" Stephanie said. "And – I get a neck rub!"
"Deal!" He agreed. Wow! Was she really going to come over? Was he really going to see her?
Their conversation continued for several more minutes. She got directions to his house and they solidified their plans.
He got off the phone pretty optimistic. In 19 hours he would see her! Every other time that the two of them made plans, they were made well in advance. Both had lots of time to have second thoughts or find 'excuses' to get out of it. Both of them were a little nervous about seeing each other after all these years and both were a little nervous about putting themselves in a position to cheat on their spouses – even if they promised each other that nothing would happen.
The next morning, after his wife left for work, his heart was pounding. It was nine o'clock. If all went as planned, Stephanie would be there in an hour. By 9:30 he began to watch the street for any cars that would be parking. He considered jerking off, to get himself more under control when she arrived, but elected to hold off. But man, was he horny.
For her part, Stephanie's pussy was buzzing the entire drive. She was actually going through with this! Her heart pounded harder as she passed the signs announcing the city limits to Drew's city. Just minutes away!
Drew saw a car park. It was 10:15. Heart racing, he watched as a woman emerged.
It was Stephanie.
Even from a couple of houses away, he could tell that she was every bit as beautiful as her pictures suggested. Every bit as beautiful as he remember her. She wore a blue and white sundress. The straps over the tanned skin of her shoulders were thin. It was fairly low at the front, giving him a clear view of her ample cleavage. She was wearing sandals and no socks. Her hair was done up beautifully and pulled back from her pretty face. He watched her come closer and closer, her pretty features becoming more and more apparent. His heart ached for her. He ran and opened the door as she walked up his walkway. They smiled at each other.
"Hi!" She sang. They went to each other and embraced at his doorway.
"I missed you." He whispered in his ear, holding her closer.
Stephanie's pussy tingled at his words and she squeezed him tight. She loved him. She hadn't realized how much until she felt him hold her like this. Her husband treated her badly. Every time she spoke to Drew, she felt nothing but warmth. He looked good. He was wearing shorts and a light button up shirt.
"I missed you too." She replied quietly.
After two minutes – after the entire neighborhood had probably seen them and could give his wife a full report, no doubt – he stepped in the house and she followed suit. He shut the door behind her.
"Oh my gawd!" Stephanie had the biggest smile on her face. "We did it!"
They laughed. They always laughed together, but in person it felt so much better. For both of them. She set down her bag and took off her sandals. He noticed that her toenails were polished shiny and clear. When she bent over to slip off her sandals, her tits hung down beneath her and he had a clear view of the tanned skin of her cleavage. When she straightened up he couldn't help but give her another hug, this time holding her even tighter than before. When they finally split apart, they both still wore big smiles.
"Wow! You really must have missed me!" She exclaimed with a giggle. Her smile was so beautiful it was enough to melt his heart. Taking her hand he gave her a tour of his house, showing her the bedrooms, the bathroom, the kitchen and then downstairs to the recroom. They talked and joked the entire time, but they continued to hold hands like long lost lovers. They nearly were long lost lovers. One time they had kissed. It was five years ago, but both remembered it as if it were yesterday. However, he did have a girlfriend and nothing came of it.
This time he has a wife, and she has a husband and three children. Yet he knew it would be even harder to resist.
She was hungry so they had an early lunch. Drew made them a big plate of delicious nachos and the two of them sat at the table together and shared them, talking about life and memories and – as always – what could have been.
After lunch they went downstairs and sat on the couch. He threw in a movie.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Stephanie asked as he sat down beside her. He looked at her curiously. "My massage?" She said, chuckling. He smiled.
"Sit forward." He said. Stephanie sat on the edge of her seat as Drew straddled behind her. As the movie began his eyes were locked on her smooth, tanned skin of her upper back. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of her perfume. His heart pounded with desire for what was the millionth time that morning (for it was still late in the morning). He placed his hands on the bare skin of her shoulders. She was incredibly soft! Being a little chubby had its advantages! He could caress her soft skin all day!
When Stephanie felt his hands touch her shoulders it was like electricity. When he touched her skin the buzz shot through her body down to her crotch. She wanted this man. She had to have him. She closed her eyes and sighed softly as he began to rub her shoulders.
Drew's cock was at full hardness. He had to sit back a little so that he wouldn't poke her. He would die of embarrassment if she knew that she had him this turned on already! His hands kneaded the skin of her upper back, his thumbs gently digging into the soft flesh and muscle. His hands moved closer together until he was massaging her neck.
"Ohhhhh gawd this feels good..." Stephanie sighed. She was trying not to squirm in her seat, but her pussy was tingling uncontrollably. He rubbed all over her upper back, her neck and her shoulders while she purred and moaned with her approval. He leaned forward and breathed in her scent again.
"You are so beautiful." He whispered. He gently kissed the base of her neck.
Bolts of desire shot through her. She had to kiss him! But she was facing the wrong way, the position was too awkward. He continued to massage her neck.
He was tempted to kiss her again, but showed restraint. Eventually, he had to stop. He couldn't massage her forever! After 15 minutes he quit. The only reason he didn't put any further moves on her was because she was facing the other way – otherwise, he would have given in to temptation.
He maneuvered back beside her to watch the move. She snuggled up close to him and he slipped an arm around her shoulders. She put her hand on his thigh. Neither knew what was going on with the movie, but neither was even thinking about it. All they were thinking about is giving in to their desires. Stephanie turned to look at him, gazing deep into his eyes.
"Why haven't you tried to kiss me?" She could be pretty blunt, when she wanted to be. Her heart was pounding, though. This would be it – either he kisses her, or she is rejected.
Drew looked into her beautiful brown eyes. He was lost in them. He put his hand up, gently caressing her cheek until he held her head just underneath her ear as he leaned forward slowly. Their lips met, gently pressing together. That first kiss lasted under a second, but for them it was an eternity. For an eternity, electricity traveled to and from each other's lips. The tingling shot up and down both of their bodies, making his cock twitch and her pussy moisten. Their lips smacked softly with the brief kiss.
She put her hand on the side of his face and kissed him. He slid his hand down around her waist as he felt her tongue push against his lips. He opened his mouth, allowing her tongue to slip inside as he felt her soft back. He sent his tongue into her mouth and the two kissed passionately. He loved feeling her tongue rub up against his. Her tongue snaked deeper inside his mouth, as if exploring the depths. He eagerly did the same back to her. As her tongue danced inside his mouth he felt her hand leave the side of his face and slowly caress down his chest. The two were breathing heavily inside each other's mouth, as their kissing grew more passionate.
Stephanie's heart beat faster as she ran her hand down his strong chest to his upper leg. She desperately wanted to feel his hard cock. She needed to know just how hard she makes him. Nervously, she slowly moved her hand to his crotch and over the bulge in his shorts. Her pussy flooded when she felt just how stiff he was through his clothes. For the second time in her life (the first happened during their one kiss five years prior), she ran her fingers around the outline of his thick hardness.
"Mmmm..." a moan of desire escaped her lips. She couldn't help it! Her body ached for this man like no man before. For a moment, an image of his hard, throbbing cock sliding inside her needy cunt flashed across her mind. "Mmmm..." another moan escaped.
Drew ran his hand up and down the soft flesh of her naked arm and then slowly moved it to the front of her body over her sundress. He cupped her soft breast for the first time in his life (he actually resisted doing this five years ago) and he gently squeezed. She sighed into his mouth and her tongue started dancing wildly around again. He could feel her hand grip his rock-hard penis and squeeze lustfully. He ran his hand down her body over her sundress to her bare leg down to her knee. His hand slowly caressed up the smooth, soft flesh of the outside of her thigh up underneath her dress. It continued up to the side of her big, beautiful ass until he could feel the thin elastic of the side of her panties. He broke the kiss.
"Panties?" He breathed, smiling. He knew she never wore them. Stephanie chuckled. He noticed her hand never left his crotch. She gave him a beautiful smile that melted his heart yet again.
"I wore them for you!"
He smiled and kissed her. Once. Twice. On the third kiss her tongue darted right back into his mouth. He teased his tongue around hers, cherishing the sensation. He loved Stephanie's lithe tongue! Drew ran his hand down Stephanie's smooth, plump thigh to her knee and then slowly inched up her other thigh – this time on the inside. As he inched closer and closer to her treasure, his hand could feel the temperature rising. He reached her panties and could tell that they were lace – and they were soaking wet. He could clearly feel the swollen lips of her pussy through them and he slowly ran his fingers up and down them.
"Mmmph!" She groaned into his mouth, her tongue pausing for a moment as bolts of pleasure shot up her body. The constant tingling in her vagina suddenly rose two notches. His fingers did nothing to ease her desire! She felt Drew's tongue wiggle around her mouth and it brought her back down to Earth. Stephanie pushed her tongue deeper into his mouth as her fingers began to undo the button of his shorts. She was gasping for breath inside his mouth as she slowly pulled down his zipper.
Drew slipped his fingers into the side of the crotch of her lace panties. Her pussy was shaved clean he noted, as he slowly moved towards her treasure. Suddenly he could feel the hot moisture of her slit. She was incredibly wet! Her silky lips were dripping with her juices and his heart soared with love when he realized how much he turned her on. He ran the tip of his finger down the slick, hot lips of her vagina until it reached a point where the heat was almost unbearable: her entrance. He dipped his finger inside and was caught off guard by how tight she was, yet she sucked him inside like a vacuum. He pushed his middle finger inside Stephanie's pussy to the second knuckle. It gripped him like a vice!
"Oh gawd!" Stephanie moaned, breaking the kiss. She thought that he could make her cum just with his finger! She was completely wired, conscious of every inch of her body. It was like a buzzing all over! Her hand dove into his underwear and for the second time in her life she wrapped her fingers around Drew's stiff penis. He was so fucking hard!
"Oh gawd!" she repeated. Suddenly, his finger wasn't good enough! She desperately needed this man inside her! Every inch of her being wanted him to make love to her – and then fuck her hard! She began to stroke him, as his finger eased in and out of her sensitive tunnel.
Their lips were smacking loudly and sloppily as their kissing increased in urgency. Drew loved how hot and tight Stephanie's cunt gripped his digit and he loved how her soft fleshy thighs touched either side of his hand as he manipulated her.
Suddenly, Stephanie broke the kiss and released his dick. She began pushing his shirt up his body, laying him back on the couch at the same time. He slipped his finger out of her pussy and her hand out from between her thighs. Before he was halfway down, she had his shirt over his head and off, throwing it on the floor. The movie continued to play on in the background as he lay on his back and Stephanie straddled him. She began kissing down his neck to his hairy chest. She kissed lovingly over every inch of his chest, her tongue darting out and teasing over his nipple. She was breathing heavily as she kissed down his belly, her hands gripping his underwear.
She tugged and he raised his ass up off the couch. Stephanie pulled both Drew's shorts as well as his underwear down his legs to his feet and off, unleashing his rock hard penis. She felt herself get wetter at the sight. This was Drew's cock! It was hard, just for her! How often had she masturbated about seeing this very dick? Over the last five years – probably a good 1000 times! She was going to cherish this. She was going to worship this cock!
Drew watched his fantasy woman crawl back up the couch and wrap her fingers around his pole. She ducked low and he felt her tongue lick across his balls. He felt her suck one of his testicles into her mouth. He felt it pop back out. She was looking at him with her beautiful eyes as he felt his other testicle get sucked into her mouth. She released that one and she kissed the base of his thick, white penis. She kissed a little higher, her hand raising his manhood straight up into the air. She slowly kissed him, over and over, making her way to the top. When she reached his head she kissed it twice and then slowly kissed her way back down again. Her tongue snaked out and she slowly ran it up his shaft, her beautiful brown eyes again looking at him. When she reached the top she ran her tongue all around his mushroom head once, and then did it again. She kissed his helmet.
Her mouth opened up and she slowly sucked the head of Drew's penis inside.
"Ohhhh..." he moaned, closing his eyes for a moment as he felt Stephanie's warm mouth slowly absorb his cock. He opened his eyes and watched as inch after inch of his member disappeared into her pretty mouth. She was able to get most of it inside before he hit the back of her throat. Stephanie's eyes met his as she held his cock in her mouth. He would never forget that visual.
She slowly slid her mouth back up his pole before sliding it back inside a little faster. She began to bob her head up and down on his lap, increasing the pace a little each time. He moaned again, watching her lips slide and down his white cock.
'Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!' Stephanie gobbled his manhood hungrily and the slurping noises could be heard across the room. He couldn't help but subtly hump his hips upwards into her face.
"Ohhh man, Stephanie." He panted. "You weren't kidding when you said you were good at that!"
Stephanie chuckled, even though her mouth was full, and then she quickly resumed her blowjob. He was incredibly hard in her mouth and he was starting to hump upwards a little too eagerly. She didn't want him to cum yet – he wasn't inside her yet! She pulled his dick out of her mouth with a 'pop'. She looked at him with a big smile.
"Did you like that?" she asked, rhetorically.
"Wow." He replied. She could see the awe in his eyes. "Kiss me." He ordered.
Stephanie quickly crawled up the couch towards him; straddling his naked body and pressing her thinly covered pussy against his exposed rod. Her sundress had hiked up to her waist. Her lips quickly found his and they kissed passionately. Her tongue darted into his mouth as she began to grind her cunt along his shaft.
Drew sent his tongue into her mouth. It felt as if she was even wetter now. When she rubbed her panty-covered pussy against him it was soaked! His hands grabbed her big, beautiful ass and he helped her rub against him as his tongue danced against hers. His fingers ran up and down the crack of her soft bum and he could feel the string of her lace thong. All he had to do was pull that thong to one side and he could be inside her. Squeezing her ass, he broke the kiss and began kissing over her cheek to her ear. He briefly sucked her earlobe into his mouth and then released it.
"I have dreamed of kissing you every day for the last five years, Stephanie." He whispered.
Thrills went up her spine at his words and she turned, lips searching. They kissed passionately, tongues exploring, but after a few seconds he again broke the kiss.
This time he kissed down her neck to her chest. He began to kiss and down Stephanie's ample cleavage, his lips sucking at the soft flesh. When he reached the top of her sundress, he began to kiss down between her cleavage to the slope of her other breast. His one hand left her ass and he grabbed the strap of her dress, as well as her white bra strap, and slowly pulled it down off her shoulder. The both watched as the strap slid further down her arm. Both her bra and the top of her sundress came down off her one breast, revealing her big, dark pink areola.
Drew's heart soared with desire. He was seeing Stephanie's naked breast for the first time! He wrapped his lips around her thick, hard nipple and gently sucked on it. She moaned, running both hands through his hair to behind his head. He released her nipple and slowly licked all around her areola. Her sundress had slipped down her other arm as well, completely revealing the other cup of her bra which barely covered her other breast.
Stephanie leaned back and he was forced to pull his mouth away from her tit. She reached behind her, jutting her breasts out at him as she unsnapped her bra and unzipped her sundress. It fell forward and down off her arms, revealing her beautiful breasts in all their glory. She threw the bra off to the side as Drew grabbed her soft mounds with both hands. Stephanie smiled as she leaned forward, pressing her tits in his face. She dreamed of this day! She loved how hard his cock was as she pressed against it.
She began to grind her hot pussy against his pole even harder as he sucked and licked back and forth between her breasts. Drew kissed his way back up her cleavage, up her neck to her lips, his hands again grabbing onto her big bum. Stephanie kissed him briefly, but then broke the kiss, panting.
"Make love to me Drew." Stephanie breathed. "I need you inside me so bad."
He nearly came right there. He kissed her lips briefly.
"I've waited so long to hear those words from you." He said, voice shaking a little. He kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He began slowly turning their bodies as she sent her tongue back into his mouth. Their lips were smacking loudly as she slowly lay on her side on the couch and he gradually got off of it. Without breaking the kiss, she managed to twist onto her back and open her legs, allowing him to lie down in between them. He pressed his hardness against her thinly defended pussy and circled his tongue around hers.
He broke the kiss and began to kiss down Stephanie's neck to her chest. He could hear her breathing laboriously above him, as he tasted her delicious flesh. Grabbing her big tit with both hands, he sucked her hard nipple into his mouth.
"Ohhh yesss Drew..." Stephanie sighed as tingles ran from her breast down to her pussy. She petted the back of his head with one hand as he continued to gently suck her tit.
He playfully nibbled it a little bit.
"Oh!" Stephanie cried and then giggled.
Smiling, he kissed his way over to her other breast and slowly ran his tongue around her big areola, teasing it over her erect nub. He sucked that sensitive nipple into his mouth and he could hear her sigh above him again.
He began to slowly kiss and lick down her soft, round belly. He sucked some of her flesh into his mouth and released it, loving her natural taste.
"I love your belly, Stephanie." He breathed in between kisses.
Her heart soared with love at his words.
"You don't think it's too fat?" Stephanie asked, hesitantly. His lips felt so nice on her skin! He looked up at her.
"I think it's absolutely perfect. I love it." He replied. As if to show this, he began kissing all over her belly a little faster, from one side to the other, gradually moving lower.
Her heart skipped a beat and she felt her eyes tear up a little. She loved this man! Her husband would make the occasional wisecrack or insult about her weight. This man appreciated her just the way she was! She watched him kiss all around her navel. When he stuck his tongue inside, tingles shot up her body. She needed him inside her!
Drew reached the top of her sundress and he grabbed it, pulling downward. Stephanie raised her ass and allowed him to pull her sundress down off her ass and down her legs, revealing her skimpy blue panties. She pulled her feet out of them one by one and he tossed it on the floor.
He grabbed her right foot and raised it up in the air. He gently kissed her instep. Stephanie giggled, smiling her gorgeous smile that had won his heart long ago. He kissed over the top of her pretty, and chubby little foot. He kissed the top of her big toe and then he began to kiss each of her other toes before slowly kissing his way back. He briefly sucked her big toe into his mouth before pulling it out and gently kissing it. He kissed up her instep to her heel and up to her ankle. His lips slowly kissed up the smooth skin of her calf muscle and over the side of her knee. Stephanie subconsciously parted her legs wider for him as his lips trailed up her soft inner thigh.
He could smell the strong, intoxicating scent of her arousal as his lips sucked the flesh of the top of her inner thigh. Suddenly, he kissed her panties over her pussy lips.
"OH!" Stephanie cried, bolts of pleasure shooting up her body.
He kissed them again and she gasped. He kissed them a third time, this time pulling her swollen lips outward along with the moist lace of her panties.
"Ohhhh fuck..." Stephanie moaned. The tingling in her pussy was unbearable!
Drew sucked her lips and panties as far outward as they would go, sucking the juices that were soaked into the lace, tasting his dream woman. He released them and she gasped. He watched as her hand slid down over her belly and between her legs. Her fingers went to the side of the crotch of her panties and he was entranced as he watched her slowly pull the material to the side, gradually revealing the pink swollen lips of her wonderful treasure.
He was looking at Stephanie's pussy for the first time ever!
A moan of desire escaped his lips as he look at it. Her thick, quivering lips were pressed tightly together. He leaned forward and gently kissed the most private area on Stephanie's body.
She sucked in her breath as tingles of electricity shot up her body again. She opened her legs wider and her fingers pulled her panties even further to the side. She was all his.
Drew lovingly kissed the petals of Stephanie's vagina again, watching them shake a little at his touch. His tongue snaked out and he slowly licked from the bottom of her slit up to the top, tasting her delicious nectar.
"Ohhhhh gawd..." she moaned, closing her eyes. She could feel every inch of her slit that his tongue slowly ran over.
He sucked the lips of her pussy into his mouth, pulling them outward a little while he ran his tongue up and down them. She bucked into his face a little. He released them and then grabbed the sides of her panties. Stephanie eagerly raised her ass up off the couch and allowed him to slide the dainty things down her legs. She pulled her feet out of them one by one and he threw them on the floor. He now had Stephanie completely naked.
Stephanie hung one ankle over the back of the couch while she kept her other foot in the air; her legs open as wide as possible.
He dove between her thighs, sliding his hands underneath her big, wonderful ass as he dipped his tongue inside her gash. He twirled his tongue around inside her as she squirmed before him. His tongue gathered Stephanie's flowing nectar and pulled it into his mouth, drinking her sexual essence. He briefly sucked her clit into his mouth and then released it.
She gasped, shuddering as the pleasure that was flowing through her body suddenly increased.
Drew pulled back, suddenly looking at the beautiful bare pussy that was before him. He kissed each of her ass cheeks and then stuck out his tongue. He lightly licked at the skin that ran between her asshole and her pussy, tickling her a little. Teasing her a lot. He ran his tongue all over that small piece of skin before wiggling it at the very bottom of her horny slit. He kissed her slit lovingly before slowly running the tip of his tongue from the bottom all the way up to the top. When he reached the top he once again sucked her clitoris into his mouth. This time he kept it trapped there.
"Oh gawd!" Stephanie moaned as she felt his tongue lash back and forth across her sensitive button. She began to fuck her hips upwards into his face. His tongue was lapping at her incredibly fast! She could feel her lingering orgasm suddenly rush at her.
"OHHHHHHH!" she cried, cumming. Her entire body was on fire and all of her muscles were tensing up as she came and came and came. Her hands reached between her thighs and held Drew's face there as he continued to relentlessly lap at her clit. "Ohhhhh gawd..." Stephanie moaned, shuddering as she felt the inner walls of her cunt pulsate. It was the most intense orgasm she has ever had! She couldn't take anymore! With another groan, she forcefully pushed his face away from her twat. It was overwhelming!
She lay before him, gasping for breath. Her legs were still spread wide and Drew stared at that beautiful, quivering pussy of hers. He bent down and gently kissed her swollen lips. She sucked in her breath.
"Oh-ho-ho-ho!" She purred, still trying to regain control of herself. "That was...oh my gawd!"
Drew smiled as he crawled up the couch towards her, his hard-on pointed upwards directly at its destination. He pressed the shaft of his rigid cock along the lips of Stephanie's hot vagina as he bent to kiss her.
Stephanie immediately shot her tongue into his mouth. She could taste her pussy on his tongue as her tongue explored his mouth eagerly. She began to writhe upwards, desperately needing this man to penetrate her body. Feeling such a hard cock rub along her sensitive lips was enough to drive her insane!
Drew's tongue snaked into her mouth, dancing against hers as he ground himself against her. The lips of her pussy were so incredibly slick that he felt an animalistic urge to just drive his manhood into her. Their lips smacked loudly and the two of them were breathing laboriously. He could feel her hands caress up and down his back and he was conscious of her huge breasts pressed against him. Stephanie broke the kiss, looking at him with pure lust.
"Make love to me Drew." She begged. "I want you inside me so bad."
His cock twitched at her words, but before he could react she was reaching down between their naked bodies. He felt her fingers wrap around his stiff pole and he looked down over her beautiful belly so he could watch as she ran the head of it down the swollen lips of her cunt. When it reached her entrance she let go. The entrance to her womanhood gripped the tip of his cock. He could feel the heat emanating from her. It was intense.
He looked into her beautiful brown eyes. This was it!
"Are you ready?" He asked, smiling. She broke into one of her amazing smiles.
"I've been ready for five years."
He pushed forward gently. The lips of Stephanie's vagina parted and the head of Drew's penis forced its way inside.
"Ohhhh..." they moaned in unison, but they continued to look into each other's eyes. He pushed some more and two inches of his manhood eased into her body. Her pussy gripped the top part of his cock so incredibly tight that it made his head spin. She was so tight that he couldn't push any further. He withdrew a little and then pushed forward again. Most of his dick slid into her hot, aching cunt.
"Oh gawd..." Stephanie grunted. He was actually entering her! His hard cock was poking into her body! She was in heaven!
Drew pulled back halfway and then sunk his entire penis inside Stephanie's welcoming vagina. He was inside her. After all these years he was inside Stephanie! Every inch of his cock was being gripped tightly by her wonderful, amazing pussy. She opened her eyes and looked at him. They shared a smile.
"I can't believe it either." Stephanie breathed, smile widening.
"We've waited so long!" He replied.
"I know!"
He held himself all the way inside her and the two of them looked into each other's eyes. Neither of them moved. Neither of them wanted to. Both wanted to thoroughly enjoy the moment. The two of them were finally one. There was nothing else in this world. Every inch of Drew's penis was snugly encased in Stephanie's hot, tight vagina. He leaned down and kissed her lips briefly.
"This is...indescribable." He said. Her beautiful smile reappeared.
"I know!"
"I could be like this all day!"
"I wouldn't complain." Stephanie replied, chuckling a little.
"Oh my gawd!" He exclaimed.
"What?"
"When I cum...it's going to be huge!"
She laughed, but his words turned her on. A buzz went through her pussy at the thought of this married man giving her – another woman – his seed. Plus, his dick felt so long and thick inside her pussy! He was really scratching an itch inside her!
"Ohh gawd!" she exclaimed. "I would love it if you came inside me!"
"I wouldn't have it any other way." He replied, smiling. She looked at him.
"You promise?"
"I promise."
"Seal it with a kiss!"
He leaned down and kissed her smiling lips. She put her arms around his neck and sent her tongue into his mouth. He sent his tongue into hers and the two lovers kissed passionately. Through it all, his cock remained deep inside her body. Suddenly, he became conscious of her toes gently running up and down the outside of his legs. He slowly pulled most of his manhood out of her before easing it back into her tightness.
"Mmmm..." she moaned, kissing him more urgently. She was conscious of every inch of his thickness rubbing along the sensitive walls of her pussy.
He began making love to her, his member easing in and out of her horny cunt as slow as he could make it, while her toes continued to caress his legs. He rubbed his tongue against hers as his penis rubbed along the inner walls of her vagina.
"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!" Stephanie moaned into his mouth each time she felt him go deep inside her. He was starting to move a little faster and she raised her feet up, resting her one ankle up on the back of the couch. She was forced to break the kiss. She smiled at him again, loving every second.
"Ohhh gawd yes!" she moaned, her eyebrows raised. "Fuck me harder!" she begged.
Drew held himself up on his arms and began to thrust inside her a little more forcefully, causing her big tits to rock up and down erotically.
"UNGH! Yes! Harder!" Stephanie cried. She raised both her feet in the air behind his thrusting ass, increasing the wonderful sensation in her crotch as he fucked her. Drew complied with her request, starting to piston his cock into her welcoming hole even harder.
"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" She moaned each time he banged off the back of her horny cunt. She could feel another orgasm start to rise already. "OH GAWD!" she whined. "You're so HARD!"
Her words made him fuck her even harder, jamming his stiff organ in and out of her pussy at a lightning pace. Seeing her beautiful face, with her eyebrows raised in ecstasy like that was driving him crazy. He had to tell this woman how he felt! As her tight, hot pussy absorbed his rigid penis over and over again he bent and spoke softly in Stephanie's ear.
"I love you."
"OHH GAWD!" Stephanie cried, cumming. She had been teetering on the edge and his words pushed her over. "OHH SHIT BABY, YES!" Her face was wincing and her entire body was tense. Her legs wrapped around him and squeezed him tight, not letting him move as she came and came and came.
He could feel her pussy convulse around him. He began kissing all over her cheek, listening to her struggle to breathe. Finally, her legs loosened around him and he was able to move again. He began to slide in and out of her once more.
"I love you Drew!" Stephanie moaned, finally finding her voice again. He kissed her hard, once again pushing his tongue into her mouth. Stephanie kissed him with more passion than ever before, her hands reaching down and grabbing his ass and helping him push in and out of her. Their kissing was loud and sloppy, but it was wonderful. For the next few minutes, all the lovers did was kiss and fuck until finally Stephanie needed more again. She broke the kiss.
"Ohhh gawd Drew, you are so hard!" she exclaimed. He smiled.
"It's all you."
She smiled at that.
"Fuck me harder."
He complied, reaching within himself to not just bring it up a notch, but to bring it up 10 notches. He began to jackhammer his cock in and out of her needy hole, plowing her right into the couch with the force.
"UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH!" Stephanie's cries could be heard throughout the house as Drew fucked the shit out of her. "HARDER!" She begged.
He found another gear. Her feet were flailing helplessly behind him as he gave her all he had. He was starting to lose it and he didn't think that he had any control to stop it.
"I'm gonna cum!" He moaned.
"GIVE IT TO ME! CUM INSIDE ME!" Stephanie begged. She needed it. Her body ached for it.
"It's gonna be big!" Drew grunted in warning. The thought of it sent more waves of desire through her. She needed it!
"I want it all! I want ALL your cum inside me Drew. I LOVE YOU!"
Her words had him teetering on the edge. He knew he could damn well make her pregnant, which would end his marriage. But his cum belonged in her. Stephanie looked into his eyes. Her eyebrows were raised.
"Cum in me." She said, softly. "You promised. I want all your load inside me!"
That did it. Drew slid his entire penis inside Stephanie's vagina and held it there. Her legs wrapped around his waist and squeezed him tight, not letting him move anywhere. His cock jerked violently. A hot, thick wad of cum fired out of the end of his cock and splattered off the back of Stephanie's hungry pussy. As promised, it was huge. Immediately after, his penis twitched again, unleashing an even bigger rope of semen and firing it inside Stephanie's fertile womb.
"Ohhhh yesss..." she moaned. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her and she knew that each time it pulsated he was shooting more of his seed inside her. She wanted it. She wanted every drop. She squeezed him tight with her arms and legs, as if that would help get more cum into her. She rubbed her pussy up against him, trying to milk him of all he had to offer.
Drew's penis twitched one more time, dumping a smaller load of sperm inside Stephanie's vagina. He could feel more of his cum pouring out of him like a faucet. He rubbed his crotch against her, making sure that his seed would pour as deep inside her as possible. They began to kiss breathlessly as the last of his semen dripped into her body.
Their lips smacked loudly as they caught their breath. His penis slowly softened inside her and their kissing gradually grew tenderer and less urgent. Stephanie smiled at him and he knew that he didn't make a mistake.
"That was wonderful." She said. "That was...incredible."
He kissed her on the mouth. He had to agree.
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80 | After The Boat Trip: Victoria | uvlas45 | Anal | 2008-11-16 | 2008-11-16 | 2022-01-08 09:49:35 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/after-the-boat-trip-victoria | She had to enjoy her first anal fuck before loosing her cherry. | ['Anal First Time', 'Female Virgin', 'Fingering'] | 4.41 | _(Fictitious story.)_
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'Ladies, welcome to this picturesque and magnificent island; my island now as I made it so. This is one of the most beautiful Islands in the Aegean; it is as beautiful and as charming as all you ladies are together.' I welcomed those beautiful ladies with charm.
'That's very nice of you Sam, to compose such a compliment; a really wonderful compliment. Thanks.' Olympia acted in response.
'And I'm sure that your holiday here; will be very relaxing; very exciting and the most enjoyable. I, with my open hands, welcome you to this island which I made my home.' I opened my hands and welcomed those five beautiful, good- looking, gorgeous and attractive young ladies; who were barely twenty to this island I had chose to live in. I hugged them one by one and gave then welcome kisses... on their cheeks of course. Too many people looking! These young ladies were as stunning and exciting as this island itself. They can offer as much, if not more than this island will. We were still on the jetty as we had just disembarked. The long night trip out of Piraeus Harbour seemed to end rather quickly with the most exciting experiences of the night blended in.
'Thanks Sam, we chose this island for the same reasons you mentioned. We need to relax and enjoy, although I have no idea what you have already promised to those two lovely ladies you had already seduced.' Aphrodite teasingly commented.
I looked at Aphrodite with a rather disappointing eye. 'If you said I was seduced rather than the opposite, I would agree. Regarding Diana, I chose and she accepted.' I answered.
'My apologies, Sam. Sorry.' Aphro happily apologised.
I looked at the girls, one by one slowly with my eyes from one to another, watching for their reactions as they were there standing one next to each other, all holding to their luggage. They were waiting for what destiny was going to bestow on their forthcoming holiday.
'Let me make some things clear so that there won't be any misunderstandings or disappointments. Better to be straight, ok.' I pointed out while watching all the girls.
'Yes, I think you are right Sam.' Olympia answered and continued. 'It all started from my end and I would be glad if there will be mutual agreement.'
'I'm going to pick the car, which is parked up the road. While I am away you have to decide what you want to do. I know there were already discussions while I was in my cabin with Diana. Now it will be up to you to load your belongings and be my guests; or decide otherwise. I will impose nothing on you which you don't like. All of you, as individuals and not as a group must take the responsibility to decide for your own selves, if you would like to join me and stay at my place, I welcome you. It's also your decision for how long you like to stay and how far you like to go. You can set your personal limits. Am I clear?'
'Thanks Sam. That was a very clear message.' Lydia answered on their behalf. Then she continued. 'We have already decided that we will join you and stay at your place. Then you have to evaluate if we become an inconvenience or not; if not we will stay the whole duration of the holiday, if not you can just throw us out. I assure you that there will be no hard feelings. One more thing Sam, we would be delighted to give a hand with the cooking, housework etc.'
My eyes were focused on Lydia. There was something in her face, her eyes, mouth, nose; they were so familiar. I could not make out what it was. All I knew was; that they were too familiar and my cock started to get excited. The more I thought, the more I became troubled, nervous and even worried. I was lost, lost so much that some of the things Lydia had said, they did not even register. I turned my face away from her and after I excused myself I walked away towards, where my Pajero was parked. My cock became as hard as steel; just thinking of Lydia. Why my cock did become so hard? I had no answer; at least not at that moment. I just hit a blank.
Within minutes I was down on the jetty, jumped out of the driver's seat, left the engine running and opened the back. The entire luggage was piled up one on top of the other. Then I opened the passengers' doors and invited Aphrodite to take the seat at the front as she was the biggest, but not by much, while the rest got comfortable on the seats behind me.
We left the port behind us and soon were on the road driving towards my villa. A lot of giggling was taking place between the young ladies at the back. They were seated with Olympia and Lydia looking forward and Diana and Victoria behind me looking backwards. The seats were opposite for extra leg space. Every time I looked through the mirror I came in contact with Lydia's face, that face which seemed so similar, familiar and still so distant. I still could not make out where and when, if ever I had seen this woman, or if I ever had fucked her mother. Thoughts were going through my mind. I was lost, but my responsibility was that I had to give these girls a safe journey to my place.
Aphrodite, who was sitting in the front next to me, was the first to break the silence and stopped the giggling at the back.
'Sam, may I ask a very, very personal question?'
'Please ask, my dear?' I asked with a smile as I gave her a quick look, but never lost the sight of the road ahead.
'Tell me, when did you get your first taste of pussy?' The girls at the back all giggled and shouted 'shame' but I liked to answer such a question especially with a load of such beautiful and hot sexy females. The answer could open a lot of interesting possibilities I thought.
'Do you want the truth, or I leave the first embarrassing part?' I asked again, this time my two eyes stayed focused on the road as I was turning round a bend.
'What do you mean Sam? What was the embarrassing part; going down between your sister's legs?' Olympia fired two straight questions. The girls sat quit, probably wanted to hear more than the truth. Their eyes were all looking at me even the once who were sitting on the wrong side, behind me.
'Precisely, but it was not with my sister, not at first anyway. My cousin was the one who seduced me; she was pushed by my loving controlling bigger sister.'
'It looks more than very interesting Sam, but I see nothing embarrassing. Well we all had to start somewhere, what do you think?' Aphrodite answered with a question at the end.
'What about you, Aphro?' I asked
'I'm not embarrassed Sam, and I say the truth and the real truth. Everybody knew how conscious our mothers were about holding out on our virginity and not get pregnant. They all gave us a lot of lectures, about our body and pregnancy, lectures every day; probably worst in your days. So as I didn't have a bother I ended up with my sister. You know, first you play doctor, I got checked by my older sister, I took off my panties, and opened my legs. She separated my pussy lips and looked closely examining precisely and visualize exactly, what she had between her legs, how it looked like and how it functioned. I was a bit, you know, felt that little bit of shame showing my sister, my most intimate parts; but not really embarrassed. We always slept in the same room and walked around totally naked, but we had never indulged into anything like this, showing each other, our intimate areas. Then we started the touching, feeling and playing with the clit; the massaging and masturbating and then the use of our tongues. We had heard a lot of bits and pieces which many times came from our friends. None such things were passed to us from our parents. We experimented more and started to check our mother's and father's night stands looking for sex creams like KY.'
'Did you find any?' Lydia asked.
'Sure, we found some. There were some condoms a new tube and another one which was less than half full.'
'Hope you knew what the KY was used for?' I asked.
'We soon learned. So we had done a lot of things, mostly sucking each other, which we really enjoyed until my sister got her first boyfriend. The last encounter was when she asked me to try and insert a candle up her ass, so she trusted me to do it to her slowly. After that I knew she had her boyfriend's dick up her ass.' Aphrodite concluded narrating her first lesbian experiences.
'What about you Lydia, have you ever had a candle up your arse?' Olympia asked.
'I'm sure you want to know the truth; yes. I had and I enjoyed it every time I done it. But I never had a cock up my ass, at least not yet, ok. I know that there was somebody, who thought I did.' No body spoke. Lydia turned her head backwards looking into Olympia's eyes.
Silence still prevailed until Aphrodite continued. 'I hope that Sam will do the honours, then.'
'I will certainly do not refuse such a great honour.' Lydia answered.
'Thanks for your confidence.' I answered and then asked. 'Any body else interested?'
There was silence. Then Aphrodite spoke and asked again. 'Who of you ladies; had a candle or a prick up your arse? I'm not asking Olympia, she had her ass rammed many times. I just like to know the truth.'
'I had tried a candle once, but it hurt, even that it wasn't so thick, and, I pulled what I had put in very quickly out.' Diana answered. 'Well before I forget; last night I had Sam's finger up my ass, and, by the time I noticed it felt too good to be true.'
'Wow; that's great news, unless he puts something better into Olympia's ass.' Lydia shouted.
'Sure I had, and to be truthful to what happened, she greatly enjoyed it!' I exclaimed. The other girls; all started shouting and singing all kind of things.
It took us some time before the situation came back to normal and everybody was quite again waiting for more.
'What about you Lydia? We know you're not a virgin?' I asked.
'I never said I'm not a virgin. Yes, it started at home too, in a way but only out of curiosity. I was already aware of the male anatomy as I had a young brother, third in line, who was always running around without anything covering it. When we were living in Piraeus I was close to a cousin but we never talked about sex etc. We were still young when my family moved; therefore we only got together on special occasions. My mother hated the flat and my father was doing well so we moved to Kifisia. There we had a big villa with a big garden, so...'
'So you started playing doctor?' I jumped in. Now I knew exactly where Lydia came from. That was not so good news at that point, but I had to watch and keep every new situation under observation. I did not want to act spontaneously.
Then she continued. She was very open about the subject. 'Yes, it took us some time before we really got acquainted, I mean with my cousin. There was always that sort of difference, although we used to study and play together. My younger brother and I got closer, but there was the age difference. Then one day when I went to see Granny down in Piraeus I tried to seduce my cousin, who was about my age. I just wanted to find out more about boys and I thought he could be the safest possibility. It was easy, he used to come to me for help with his homework when we lived there, so it was easy to get him to take off his clothes, but I never let him fuck me, only we went for oral sex which we enjoyed and he loved releasing himself in my mouth or over my tits. That was mostly what we engaged ourselves in, until I met this special guy in college. After that I went on the pill and gave him my virginity. Four months later I found him fucking another girl. After that I barred my pussy for any other fucker who wanted to get close.'
'Very cute.' Olympia said. 'The best way, find a nice guy, let him fuck you, enjoy it and then, make his life miserable and send him on his way. If he was great, then, maybe use him again. One day the right prince always comes round.'
'So, who's next?' I asked.
'I think the smallest and the most innocent should be next.' Lydia pointed at Victoria. Lydia came back in my line of vision. At least then, I had a very good clue who was she, and probably I was very close to know the truth.
'Unfortunately I'm with the least of experiences, but I do know quite a lot, maybe, compared to you all. A friend of mine is studying for a nurse, therefore from the books and from what she told me I know quite a bit about the human anatomy. My mother was a midwife; therefore there was a lot of material running around the house. If you like to know why I'm on the pill, well I always thought that if the right circumstances present themselves, I should be ready.' Victoria cut her story short.
'That's a very intelligent answer; have you made your mind yet?' I asked.
'When the right opportunity is present, I decide, but sure if so, I want to enjoy it to the end.' Victoria was very quick and to the point.
'Sam, you seem to have another contender.' Olympia commented.
'If I remember well, you said, she had dicks fucking her netter hole but she still a virgin.' I answered back looking at Olympia through the mirror.
'Did I say so; when?' Olympia asked.
'You are a real liar.' Victoria shouted at Olympia.
'When I was fucking the hell out of your pussy, don't you remember?' I reminded her.
'Ooohhh yes; maybe, but I have no idea what I had said when we were fucking in your cabin. I think, at that particular moment I was totally lost under your spell; Sam...'
'What spell?' I cut her off.
'The way you took me in your arms...' Olympia persisted.
'You mean after seducing me...' I cut her back.
'Sam... Please... let me explain.' I closed my mouth and waited. 'The moment I spotted you, there on the jetty, waiting for the boat, I just wanted nothing except to bed you and make love to you. What I didn't expect was, what a good lover you were... those things you done to me, were things of other worlds. Men usually fuck and not make love, especially the ones of my own age. I wanted to try and experience a real man, but just the same I didn't have expected such a seasoned male lover. I was totally lost... totally, in another world; in a wonderland.'
'Thanks for the appreciations and the compliments. I very much understand that. Remember there was a game going on... but should there been no game, I could have played along the same ritual. Remember the challenges of who wins...' I answered Olympia.
'I know I played dirty, but I never played a game with a mature handsome guy of mid-age. And wow, you're at your best!' Olympia stated.
'So it was much easier seducing me, rather than I could seduce Victoria.' I answered.
After that there was the usual small talk flowing all over the interior of the Pajero until about an hour later we arrived at the villa. The main Gate was already open and I drove straight in, towards the covered parking area.
Padme was all over me as soon as I got off the driver's seat. She gave me a few kisses with a big one on my lips. 'I missed you Sam.' She said.
'I knew you would.' Then I looked at the five girls; their mouths were open, shocked. They had just got out from all the doors, a look of distress on their faces coming face to face with a woman they knew nothing about. They just stood there looking at Padme and totally shocked, traumatized and disturbed.
'Well ladies, let me introduce you to my great companion and house keeper. She had already prepared a good breakfast and the beds for you to have a good rest. I know that most of you are very tired. Padme, this one is Olympia, followed by Victoria, then Diana, Lydia and Aphrodite.'
'Welcome ladies. You are more than welcome and I guarantee that after you have rested; together we would have a great time.' Padme welcomed them while she hugged each lady and gave her a couple of kisses on her cheeks. They were relieved. They hugged her back, as I was introducing them.
'I think you should bring in your luggage into the bedrooms, Padme will show you the way. You can get down to your bikinis or just topless as you please. No problems here. By the way Padme; prepare Diana for the mid a afternoon session. She's still a virgin.'
'Don't worry Sam! The usual?' She asked. Diana looked shocked at my order. Her face showed it immediately. I gave her a little smile and I knew that she understood what I wanted.
'Definitely, I know that you understood precisely my requirements; thanks Padme. Well I will be down for breakfast later.' Diana sure was surprised with my statement, but she kept her posture. She did not show any further irritation.
'Were are you off too, Sam?' Padme asked
'Just spending some quality time with Victoria; I hope it's ok; is it.' Padme's eyes were focused on mine as we were conversing. 'I think I'll make an appointment with you for after breakfast. Hopefully all the girls will be sleeping by then. I think we can take Aphrodite with us. What do you think?' I finally asked to Aphrodite's astonishment..
'I'll be delighted, Sam.' Padme answered.
I picked my luggage while I asked Victoria to follow. Padme and the girls followed us carrying their luggage to their prepared domains. On the way, I instructed Victoria to leave her luggage in the corridor while we continued walking to my bedroom. As she entered, I closed the door behind her and took her in my arms.
She was a few inches shorter than me. She looked cute, innocent. I looked down straight into her eyes. They were sort of, half closed, worried. She was lost, probably had no idea what decisions she had to undertake; run or stay. One of my hands started to roam along the centre of her back, massaging her spine, going up and down pressing two fingers along, feeling one rocker after another.
My dick was raging as her eyes looking back at me were too innocent. I held her in my arms leaving a gap between my pelvic area and her's. I was scared she will pull away and run.
'Tell me Vic, how do you feel, eemmm, are you comfortable here... with me?'
'Well' I'm not worried. You know; only I didn't expect such a quick invitation to your personal domain!' She exclaimed.
'Anything special you like me to do or better, we do together?' I asked, maybe I shocked more with my very direct question.
'I'm a bit shocked. It was a too quick invitation. It is something I wasn't expecting ever to happen, at least not so sudden. I don't even have the time to get the feeling of this place, acquainted with the people, even my friends. I think, for some of us we never had any intimate discussions until last night after Olympia had disappeared.' Victories explained.
'But before we went to the cabin she came to inform you that she was going to disappear.' I said.
'She only said that we won't see her until the morning. She just ran away like crazy. After that there was talk that she found somebody with whom to sleep.' Victoria answered.
'Therefore you knew nothing about her way of life?' I asked a sort of a dumb question.
'I don't know. I never thought that she was giving herself so quick, unless there was a previous arrangement.' Victoria answered
'How do you feel now? Are you ready, I mean if you feel not the right time we can always enjoy a nap together?' I asked trying to make her more comfortable.
'Sam, it was real little shock for me; things I heard last night and this morning, in a way had shocked me. I was never aware that I may be indulging myself into an intimate relationship so quickly. Some of the girls were excited from the moment we started dreaming about this holiday. They talked and desired about finding a prince charming; maybe a foreigner and spend a wild night with him. There was more of that talk, especially when the day of departure was getting closer; but don't misunderstand me, Sam, I always had some feelings, you know what I mean. I was prepared for such a sudden decision. I had been on the pill for quite a few months, too.' Victoria finished describing her feelings.
But sure she was hot and although shocked there was no going back. She wanted this special moment as much as the others were craving for. That could be seen in her eyes as she was disclosing her feelings.
'Well, I understand very well what a shock it is. How about starting with a shower first, then we go from there.'
'That will be great. I really need a shower.' I lowered my mouth and slowly our lips touched. She looked scarred but the hunger for lust was also evidently there. It started to show in her eyes. My hands, which had roamed all over her back, massaging her smooth skin lightly, slowly rolled down and grabbed her two small bums and moulded them into the palms. They just fitted nicely. I lifted them a little bit and slowly started massaging them as our lips pressed and our bodies got heated up.
Her lips became as eager as they sought mine, and we started kissing. At first the kissing was gentle and slow. As the rousing passion started flowing through her chakras, her sexual energy flew quickly throughout her body. She became more eager and willing, parting her lips slightly, allowing my tongue to enter her warm, wet, soft mouth. I continued rubbing her small orbs with my hands as she pressed her pelvis against my raging hardon, within my pants. That was the moment when she melted in my arms. I held her tight as she nearly passed out. She was hot and ready for anything. Our lips unlocked but not for long, then she came back for more. This time as our tongues coupled again they became more aggressive, I pulled my hands away, slowly moving them upwards against the smooth skin of her back, pulling her tee shirt up and up until we had to break the kiss so I could remove it, exposing her beautiful lithe body. Her two small tits were nicely hidden with her black bra.
I continued rubbing her shoulders going down along her back, until my fingers found the lock of her bra. Very quickly the clip sprang open and my hands pulled the straps gently forward. We both pulled away from each other, watching each others reactions until she shook her bra, exposing her small pert beautiful cone shaped breasts; the very small proud erect nipples popping out of her rather pinkie aereoles.
I just looked at them, they where beautiful, no sagging nothing, just two perfect cones popped out of her small elegantly shaped body.
'You are very beautiful, Victoria.' I lowered my lips and gave her a kiss on her forehead.
'Thanks Sam, I appreciate your comment, but there's more to see.' She teasingly answered.
I moved closer, hugged her as I pressed her small tities against my chest. I moved my hands all over her bare back feather light flowing over he smooth skin . I started with a very light massage barely touching her skin which quickly sent shivers of pleasure throughout her entire body. Our lips touched again; then she started to fondle, first my upper lip and then the lower with her small tiny lips. I could see she was quickly heating up. She made purring sounds like a small kitten and pushed her pert warm young breasts forward, pressing them against my chest.
Her hands moved down between our bodies looking for my raging manhood.
I pulled my body backwards, moved my hands slowly to the front and started to loose her wide leather belt. The button holding the waist band of her jeans popped out easily as down went the zipper. She followed suit, and in no time my pants were moving downwards by gravity as she let them go. In seconds we were down to just our under wear. I looked at her, as now we were a little bit far way. The space between us gave us the possibility that we can evaluate each other's near naked bodies. I was about to open my mouth but she was the one who started talking first.
'Sam, you look fantastic, such a nice body you are endowed with, well built and very handsome. I'm not disappointed but rather pleased that you choose me.' All the words and shocks including the shower were all forgotten.
'Not exactly an Adonis!'
'Why not, Sam? You still look young, in the best of years, and I must say very desirable.'
'What about you, Victoria; you look much more beautiful, without clothes! Your body from head to toes is perfectly shaped, and what about that gorgeous, fine-looking innocent face with those shining brown eyes. I couldn't wait to hold you in my arms.'
I moved behind her, put my hands under her arm pits and found her small cone shaped tits, moulded them in my hands, rolling them and searched for her small nipples, which every now and then I squeezed between my fingers. With every squeeze I licked and sucked her earlobe while she pressed her ass against my incredible raging waiting hardon.
'Ohhh Sam, you're making me so hot and horny, again and again, that I'm feeling dizzy again. I'm going into another beautiful world, all so magnificent, wonderful, glorious and serene. Sam, please stooppp... stop!'
'You are not happy?' I asked. Her body started shaking and moans of pleasure left her lips. She was overtaken again by the bliss of lust, and hunger for the pleasures of the flesh. Her sexual electricity was now flowing all over her body as I was feeling her heart pulsating, beating harder and harder through every squeeze of her little nipples.
'I'm too happy Sam and more than too pleased! I like to enjoy it more and more, visit the heavens, again and again.' I just held her nipples between my fingers without moving or squeezing them. She was moving the crack of her ass, which was rather bare, up and down against my steel hard truncheon. There was only a string in the crack between her small sexy orbs where my hard cock nestled nicely.
She kept moaning and purring as she was in the heavens, enjoying the beauty of the sexual energy flowing out of her red hot chakra. I moved my hands away from her nipples; put one on her heart, which really was extra pumping, the other went down towards her pubic area. My tongue started to suckle on her earlobe while my hand just cupped her drenched little triangle which may just covered her little small slit. I pressed my hand hard upwards, lifting her swollen lips, wringing her sexual tasty juices out from between her pouty lips, as she even tried to close her legs. The gap was still there.
Feeling this, her body went into another strong celebration of sexual activity which was too strong for her. She was inexperienced and everything was new. All of her body started to shake. She cried and shouted for me to stop. She tried to push my hand away from between her legs. 'Stooop Saam Stop. Please stoopp; stop; stop.'
I held her tight, with my right hand still cupping her drenched pussy as more liquid was still flowing outwards. I was just only hoping that she will soon return. I just stopped pressing and kept my hand rather loose until I felt her body relaxing. Slowly she relaxed and then she said. 'I never thought that I could ever get such aggressive climaxes. I had read about them, but I never, ever dreamed I could ever accomplish, such joy and reach such ultimate ecstatic sexual satisfaction.' Victoria commented on her recent mind blowing climax.
'I'm very happy for you sweetie, and too happy that you are appreciating and enjoying them.' I answered for her comments.
'More than you ever think, Sam. A first look at you; when you joined us in the ship canteen, I could have never dreamed you are such an accomplished lover.' Victoria lauded me.
'I've been trained into the art of making love; to women. You sure are in the right place and in the right hands...' I did not finish what I had in mind.
'... at the right time. You mean for my initiation, right.' Victoria cut me off,
'I'm more than hoping.' I answered.
'I'm totally yours, Sam; both for your pleasure and as much as for mine.' She said.
At that instant I turned and fell on my knees while I looked up towards her angelic face. On my knees I moved towards her, one step after another until my face was close enough to her little triangle, just covering the most desirable cave of love, passion, lust and pleasure.
Victoria kept silent, watching for my next move. The move I made was to move my nose and mouth towards her burning furnace which most men crave for. My nose closed in and there immediately I felt the flowing aroma coming out of her hot aching pussy. I pushed her little piece of cloth, which of course was soaking wet to one side exposing the cute swollen lips and sniffed as hard as I could.
She pushed back and at the same time moaned. 'Stop Sam. I'm cumming Sam I'm cumming. Stoopp.'
I couldn't believe she was cumming again. She just passed through a real huge orgasm too quick to go into another one. She just cried and shouted as she started to fall. I put my hands just below her ass and held her tight and steady, pressing my nose further into her small crack, pushing the cloth back between her small swollen lips as she nearly passed out.
Quite a few girls pass out or better melt when they are kissed the first time, or been inexperienced. I held her tight to me, kissing her drenched triangle as I smelled and licked her sexual juices, which were flowing abundantly out of her virgin vagina. She tasted great and was very generous with the amount of love juice flowing out. Her body started to flow back. I heard the moans flowing out from between her small lips.
I pulled my mouth away and looked at her beautiful naked body. I stood up, took her back in my arms and kissed her gently on her lips. 'Sorry Sam.'
'For what?' I asked.
'I don't know, I have no idea what happened. I think I passed out when I cum. It was too much for me Sam; but it was fantastic. It's all new to me. I had never been in such heavenly circumstances before.'
'Have you ever masturbated?'
'No Sam, I tried once but I was scarred, mum always told me I should never touch down there. That is something for the night of the honeymoon.'
'So you're waiting for that day, aye.'
'No way, Sam. Now I want to find out more. It's already fantastic... couldn't believe how good it was. Just do me again Sam, do me again... I couldn't wait?'
'So you want to go back to the heavens?'
'More than you think Sam... even higher if possible; maybe I'm even ready to experience higher and stronger orgasms. After I had experienced the real first taste of love making I think I'm ready for more. What I had already experienced... was it the tip of the iceberg? Sam, do to me please? Do what you think it's best, I'm more than ready.'
I lifted her very light body like a baby in my arms and laid her down on the middle of my queen sized bed. She stretched her body, first pressing her legs together while gathering herself back, evaluating what she had passed through, then slowly she started opening them and moved both of her hands, which fingers were entwined together, massaging her pussy, still covered with that small over soaked triangle.
I crawled on my knees towards her, and before I covered her face with sweet little feather light kisses I pulled down her soaked little triangle, leaving her sex starved virgin vagina for my prying eyes and dirty mind. Her lips tasted sweet. I licked her and kissed her. Our tongues touched and shivers of pleasure felt though out our bodies. I was amazed with her beauty and her relaxed sex hungry body. She spread her hands, her legs opened wider and wider, while her small breasts were there popping upwards, nipples hard for my own carnal tastes and desires.
She showed no sign of embarrassment, exposing her naked body to me. That moment had already passed and superseded. There was no shame even that it was the first time she done so. I looked at her beautiful small brown shinning eyes, now wide open, but full of sexual lust, crying for more, craving for what was next to come. My lips moved down, touched hers, again, and then closed further until they connected. They opened a little bit, and our tongues met. It was a very slow kiss, nothing aggressive.
I felt the feeling of sexual energy flowing from her body into mine. My hard cock was much harder and ready. I broke the kiss and moved my lips slowly down towards her small hard nipples, took the left and squeezed it a little bit between my teeth while the right was taken care off between my fingers. She moaned while I squeezed and sucked. Her hands roamed over my back and around, until she found my manhood.
I continued turning slowly, licking and squeezing her little tities. It was time for me to flow downwards over her smooth chest, towards her navel. My hardness was being well taken care off. She was moving her hand along its head exposing the purple bulbous head and back, experimenting, watching and evaluating, what was really happening. The theory she knew; but Victoria lacked the experience.
Slowly I was getting down, close towards her little triangle jammed between her legs; squeezed between her small swollen lips, soaked with her musky juices. On the sides of Victoria's small slit, her pubic hair perfectly trimmed was evidently exposed. I enjoyed evaluating with joy her virgin little slit, with two small swollen lips, totally exposed as the crack was slightly open still filled with the little triangle. I lifted one leg and straddled her, moving it over her head slowly with the hard dick, still in her hand, the balls hanging for her hungry eyes. I settled slowly, my dick just centimetres away from her prying eyes and hungry mouth. I felt her other hand grabbing my sac, feeling very lightly the two nuts which freely moved out of her hand, escaping the intrusion, although there they stayed still floating within the multiple tubes.
I pulled the hard cushion I always kept ready on the bed, asked Victoria to lift her ass, and under it, the cushion went, lifting her swollen lips upwards. The view became spectacular. The crack automatically opened wider. I leaned over her until my lips touched her little hood. I kissed it and then with my tongue moving forward and backward licked lightly her clitoral canopy. Her body just jumped. Victoria moaned and cried. I kept the little ministrations doing the honours of being the first to send her again into the heavens as I pressed my lips harder against her canopy, then further down, down, spreading her crack and collecting her tasty aromatic sex juices.
I pulled her little G-string out of the way enjoying the beauty her most intimate part of her body. My eyes feasted on its' beauty as yearning for her juices, I was. They tasted incredibly exquisite, emmm... the smell flowing into my nostrils as I continued moving downwards and then again backwards. Her body went wild, her moaning and shouting became unbearable. I pressed my mouth hard against her crack. Victoria's hands left my manhood and put then on my head as she pressed harder, jamming my mouth against her pussy while closing her legs tight against the sides of my head.
I was totally jammed there between Victoria's legs, my nostrils filled with the most exotic aroma any male can indulge himself in analyzing with his own senses, while pleasuring such as beauty that the more I sucked the more I enjoyed even being imprisoned between her legs. She shouted and pressed my head down as hard as she could. With my finger I managed to collect some of the juice flowing downwards towards her rosebud, covered the end of my pointing finger and starting massaging her corona. This was the last straw in this atmosphere, when she became wilder. I pressed my finger through her sphincter up to the first knuckle. A cry of pain came out of her mouth but no further complaints.
She went wilder; now with a finger inside her arse and my mouth now jammed against her clit, sure she was in the higher heavens. I pushed my finger further in until it was all embedded inside of her anus. Then, I started turning it around and fucking her arse, moving it in and out. She never stopped crying and shouting and shaking with every move I made. My hardness was also taking its toll and more than once I nearly exploded and covered her with a big load of steaming cum, but I managed to hold on, fighting for the release of my head from between her legs.
At last I managed to get away. I left my finger deep into her arse for a few more seconds, then, pulled it all out. I turned away and lay down, next to her still shaking body; maybe still flowing in some fantastic wonderland far, far away.
I just waited until she started to relax. She stretched her legs, her ass still resting high on the cushion, her eyes closed and a sweet smile on her lips. Her face shining with the pleasures she just had experienced. The sexual energy which had invaded her body was now subsiding slowly. I could just watch her breathing, her heart pumping, looking so sated, that smile on her face, slowly returning back from just a really enjoyable dream.
Victoria just relaxed, her eyes still closed, that smile on her face said too much. She could not believe she been through such high sexual experiences. I just let her relax, just watched her return back, so pleased I was that I just froze watching and looking at her.
Sure this was one of the most fantastic experiences I had enjoyed, although there where a lot of nostalgia which I could never forget; where females reached such high levels of carnal pleasures. I just scanned her beautiful lithe naked body lying there on her back, still in the middle of my bed. My hardon was still raging, naturally wanting more and more, not only from Victoria but also from all the other girls, including Padme. I had already prepared a good program of how I was going to escort them, one by one, through such pleasures unknown to them. I was already dreaming and fantasizing, who was going to be next to go through such pleasures for which they were all yearning.
I watched her beauty as she gave a sigh of relief, slowly turned her face towards me and gave me an incredible smile which said more than a thousand thanks.
'Sam, do you know where I had been?'
'Where?'
'In wonderland. It was so beautiful; everything spectacular, serene, brilliant, Sam indescribable; it was heavens, so much out of this world, that I didn't want to come back. Now I realize what a great lover you are; Sam.' Victoria described her experiences.
'So you really enjoyed it?' I asked
'Sam, I have no answer. I could not describe what I have been through. Thanks a million.' Victoria answered.
'Do you like to go there again?'
'I'm not saying anything. I know that soon you will be sending me there, and many times after! But what will happen when I go back?' she asked.
'Unfortunately I don't have the answer to that. You do your best to enjoy as many possibilities as you can while you are here and broaden your sexual experiences. Padme can teach you a lot, more than you think.'
'But I'm not a lesbian!'
'Enjoying yourself while learning about sexual practices and possibilities; should not make you a lesbian. I hope that the males that enter into any intimate relationship with you; will please you as much. But now while you are here, make the best of both worlds.'
'You're right Sam. Mind if I suck your dick?' Victoria asked.
I just lay properly on my back, opened my legs a little, and there lying on my pelvis was my hard dick ready to please and satisfy. 'At your service! It's there ready to please, Vic.' I said.
Victoria did not need any encouragement; she just turned around, her small beautiful orbs nearly looking back to me, while she took my dick into her hand. I was just watching her, getting the real feeling of the first real dick inside her mouth. This was her first experience with the real thing, her first suck, the feeling of its hardness stretching the insides of her small mouth was still strange. About this incredible part of our male anatomy Victoria had little experience.
Although she knew the basics she had never held the real thing in her hand. Her hand moved lightly along its length, feeling both the length and the thickness. Then she moved the foreskin backwards until the head was exposed, which sent shivers down my groin as the cool air hit its delicate thin shining skin. She continued getting acquainted with this new toy, feeling, looking, kissing and even licking.
'It's so beautiful Sam, I couldn't believe it can give a women so much pleasure not to mention the re-production.' Victoria said.
'What about that little pussy you have? I'm sure you already had enjoyed the introduction.' I commented.
'I think that was more than an introduction Sam, but yes I'm expecting more in the next few days. Whatever is possible, I'm ready for.' Victoria opened her mouth and her tongue started to lick around the exposed head, slowly going down along its' length and back up again. She had done this a few times getting the feeling, enjoying the hardness and the taste which was hidden under the foreskin. It was then that she just took the head again inside her small mouth, engulfing most of it. I felt her tongue moving around the head enjoying the feeling of her tongue's movements around the mushroom head, just overfilling her mouth. I loved and savoured every moment.
She was trying to learn by experience, moving her tongue around, while moving her mouth up and down, sucking it; trying to take more. I encouraged her and told her how great she was doing.
Every now and then she even shook her ass, giving me a perfect view of her crack. The third time she shook her ass I pulled her right leg and lifted it up to the other side of my head, so for sure I get the best view. There, infront of my eyes I could look up and watch and savour that little pussy of her, looking at me, ready for more intimate pleasures. With my hands resting on her lower back I pressed her further down until those little hanging pouty lips touched mine. I just started licking slowly her love juices which were flowing down; they tasted incredibly wonderful. The amazing smell of the aroma flowing through my nostrils increased the energy flowing through my body. My dick increased in its intensity, getting harder and harder, ready to explode.
I took a deep breath. Retrieved back my groin muscle I relaxed and made sure I prevented filling her mouth too soon. Then my tongue continued wondering around between the folds of her vaginal slit, sending her, again up, up into the heavens and into the wonderlands. As another orgasm quickly sprang from her trembling pelvis followed another series of orgasmic shockwaves which swept over the hole of her entire body. She pressed her mouth more around my hard dick making things rather difficult for me. She was still sucking my dick, still doing great, so great that I was really enjoying the way she was maneuvering her mouth and tongue around it. I managed to hold on enjoying both her mouth ministrations against my dick as much as I was enjoying the flowing sexual milk into my mouth.
But when her body exploded she started to tremble and scream as a strong mind blowing orgasm. She melted and dropped down on my body as I was still suckling between those small incredible pouty lips. She woke back, gave a cry of sexual satisfaction and with one push she pulled away from me. She turned around and lay down next to me. 'Thanks again Sam. That was wonderful... What's next?'
'You still hungry... for more?' I bewildered asked.
'You think we should wait?' Victoria looked back.
'The next one will be hard and rough.' I answered.
'Emmmm... sounds exciting!' Victoria exclaimed.
'Maybe yes... maybe not.'
'Why?' Victoria teasingly asked. She gave me a look of lust, heat and desire for more.
'That's for you to evaluate...but not now, after the act.' I answered smiling at her, putting more wood into the fire.
'That seems getting, rather more exciting... Sam. Even my pussy is tingling now!' Her sexual desires had increased steadily as she wanted to further explore how far her carnal desire can evolve.
'Well; now that is getting more interesting, very interesting, and as much as your pussy is tingling; my cock is extending it length and grit.' I commented to further increase her thirst to further excite her for the pleasures of the flesh.
She looked down towards my crotch and there she gripped my manhood with her hand, getting the feeling as it kept extending. Our lips met and for a few seconds sent more electric currents throughout our bodies. Then she broke the kiss and looked down at my manhood which was still being caressed by her smooth small hand, which properly could not hold it.
'Wow... it seems that before we go for breakfast he's still anticipating another go.' Victoria teased again.
'Sure he will, and this time he's after some raw meat.' I teased back.
'Will there be pain, Sam?' Victoria asked.
'Sure there will!' I responded.
'So... I'm going to love it.' She said
'You like pain?' I asked.
'I don't know Sam, not sure... but I remember once my mother battered my ass after a mishap I been through; I was fourteen and I remember I became tingly, I felt something going through my body I had never felt before.' She recounted.
'So you became sexually alert?' I asked.
'Don't know Sam... sure at the time I didn't know what it was, but I remember that there was pleasure after the pain started to ease. I was very unaware of any sexual desires although I really wished to be spanked again, but on the other hand I wanted to be the good girl. It was the only time!' Victoria confirmed the experience.
'And now you like to be naughty?' I asked.
'Well not as much Sam, but I like to try things I thought about, desired, you know became aware of the sexual energy flowing through my body, but was always scarred trying them alone. I preferably like to try something with a rather experienced person.' Victoria insisted.
'Does it matter if it would be a male or a female?' I continued my interrogation. Naturally the more we went into the subject the more I became excited. I knew what I wanted next and this sure was going to take place before breakfast.
'Yes it matters, and it matters a lot. I may prefer a male for a start; emmm... a female; maybe later.' Victoria answered.
'You're very intelligent, putting priorities in the right order.' I said.
'Maybe; I don't really know; many ideas, sometimes they come naturally.
'I think its' better to prepare for breakfast; I'm getting very hungry now and therefore better get to the last episode. Hopefully; are you ready?' I, finally asked.
'Definitely I am.' Victoria released a sexy smile with her answer followed by a lick to her upper lip.
I stood up from where we were hugging and kissing each other while we were talking. She was small but was crammed with too much energy. I stood up, my eyes still focused on her beautiful energetic sexually excited tiny body. She turned over on her back, stretched her whole body and yawned. She looked stiff, and elegant, frozen perfect shaped body, her legs closed and her mound, v-shaped just there at the top of her closed legs. She looked very desirable, ready to be taken on a first journey of sexual delights, maybe further than what she had already enjoyed. She was hot, her eyes a witness of what she was feeling inside her burning body. Victoria was ready to erupt again and maybe again, as the flowing lava was flowing out from her small virgin crevasse.
I extended my hand to her; she looked at me, then, opened her legs wide, as wide as she could open them, stretched herself again and moved her hands down along her wet ravine moving them backwards and forward, massaging her small pouty lips.
She moaned as the fluids leaked out of the source and the sexual energy flowed all through her body. It was blowing out of her red hot burning chakra, hidden down, there within her intimate area between her incredibly beautiful thin shapely legs. She kept teasing me, looking at me, licking her tongue against her lips. I was hot and ready for the final exploit of the morning.
I moved on top of her, my raging hardon hanging over her face while my mouth attacked her small crevasse and started licking and suckling her love juices out of their natural source. She just started licking the top of the head of my dick as with her hand she pushed the foreskin backwards. Her tongue was playing with the little hole from where I felt some liquids flowing out. In no time her body jumped as another climax was erupting within her body. She moaned and shouted while she tried to close her legs. With my index finger already wet with her juices I just started to massage her asshole, again, getting it ready. Then as she shouted, I pressed my finger against her sphincter and into her tight opening, steadily slipped all the way in, slowly.
'Pleasee Samm... not there. Aaaahhh. Aaaahhh... I'm cummminngg... agaian... again. Stop Sam! Stoooppp Pleesssse Stop...Stoooopppp.'
I did not stop. I just pressed my finger inside her anal tube just in one trust. 'Auuch... auuch...aaaahhh. Noooo Sam... noooo....not in there Sam. It hurts.'
Her complaints did not register at the time as I was too absorbed in what I was feeling. I did not care. I was too hot for this young beauty. My mouth was jammed against those small lips, just suckling on her smelly pussy. The flowing liquid flowed out of her still virgin vagina as quick as her trembling body. Woww she really tasted great. My dick was back in her mouth sending more sexual signals. I was really excited knowing that this chick had melted so quickly. Victoria was burning now, not with fire but with carnal desires which had woken inside her. She just was craving for more. The fire became incredible especially when I sucked her clitty between my lips and massaged it with my teeth.
When her mouth was not filled with my raging hardon she shouted and cried and instructed me to pull my finger out of her ass. I just rammed in and out of her anal tube stronger and harder as she was on the verge of exploding. I let her enjoy it as it long as her body was exploding with bliss, asking for more. My finger kept ramming in and out of her ass until I jammed fully inside her. I let body vibrate until she started to slowly relax. Her anal muscles were contracting slowly. My lips had also moved away from her most sensitive spots. I just kissed her pussy and watched her pelvic area moving up and down with her strong breathing.
Relaxed enough, I fetched the KY which was lying there on the bed, opened it with my other hand and pushed a blob on my finger as I pulled it out of her ass. Then, in again it went all the way. Now the shouting stopped and I realized that the pain and the pleasures started to mix.
I lifted myself up from over her body while I pulled my finger away, lifted her light body and helped her get on all fours with her knees on the edge of the bed. In an instance I was on my feet behind her. I pushed my dick against her small snatch and moved it along it, hitting her clit and back. She was still in the heavens. As a matter of fact I doubted if she knew what was happening.
I held my hard truncheon in my hand and pointed it, at Victoria's little tight asshole. I pressed against her rosebud slowly until I felt the pressure from her sphincter. I did not wait but gave a quick trust and the head slid straight into her anus just inside her sphincter.
'Bastard... It just hurts. Sam it hurts. Please stop.' She cried. I just held her from the hips, gave her time to relax her anal muscles, before I continued pushing. She was in pain. Her hole was really too small and my dick was quite thick; but soon she started to relax. I just pushed a little. She moaned and begged me to wait.
'How does it feel; still hurts?' I asked.
'Yes Sam, still hurts, but the feeling is getting better; but the pain is still strong. Aauuch... aauuch.' Victoria cried, the pain was evident even in her cries.
'Shall I... pull out?' I asked with concern. I knew it was too late.
'Please Sam nooo.' Victoria answered.
I just held it there at the entrance of her rosebud, the head tightly locked inside. My hands started moving, massaging the sides of her lithe body over her back, down over her little orbs while my truncheon still connected to her behind. Her small nipples were hard. I massaged them slowly one in each hand trying to erupt pleasures away from her irritated area.
She stayed quite, sure she was enjoying every moment, but the tension she had was still down there. She relaxed a little, then moaned a moan of a mixture of pain and pleasure. She didn't move, but I moved one hand away from her breast, down towards her pussy until I found her little bud. I started working on it trying to rekindle the fire by a finger massage. She moaned as her ass shook, her anal muscles tightened and then relaxed again. She pushed her ass against the hardness of my phallus which started furrowing through her anal duct. It was only just a little push, not much, but progress was achieved.
'Sam, auuch, auuch, still hurts... but I feel like cumming...aaaahhh Sam, aaaahhh, auuuch, ohhhh gooood... Saamm...I want it allll...aaallll...aaahhh. Yessss Sammm.' Victoria cried and moaned as she was now determined that there was no way back.
She just pushed slowly, very slowly. It was already half way inside her anal tube. She continued moaning with pain as much as with pleasure. My hard truncheon continued to disappear very slowly inside her very tight ass. She was even squeezing it to the maximum. It felt being shrunk.
'At last Sam, I don't think I could take more. Yes Sammm I'm cummminng... Cummminng... Sammm...Cummming. Auuchch... Auuuch. My ass hole feels ready to break; explode...' Victoria pushed the last bit, but there was no more left, her bums hit my pelvis as she made the last effort. She held it there buried into her anal tube for what seemed like long moments. I felt my hard dick getting harder and harder, bigger and bigger as it was stretching her anal tube to the maximum.
I thought I was ready to explode inside her, as my hard cock was really growing. She was really tight and I wondered what poor Victoria was feeling with such a little monster buried all the way into the depths of her tight ass hole.
I done my best to hold, tried to relax my PC muscles and stop my juice from flowing while her body became worst than an earthquake. She was shaking like a crazy woman, pushing her head in the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds she was making.
I was proud of her, the way she took all my cock inside her very tight small hole as the girth was quite too much. She just waited, moaned while she not only enjoyed the pain she was enduring but also the pleasures of the flesh as she started to shake. She cried and shouted as her sexual desires woke and erupted asking for more and more to come. She was craving for more; the more her flesh was passing through this passion and hunger the more her yearning for more new sexual procedures.
She wanted more and she pressed her buttocks back against my pelvis maybe trying to get more, but there was no more. Then she tightened her anal muscles as hard as she could as she moaned. As she released them she pulled slowly away, moaning and crying and shouting with both pleasure and pain as I stared at my dick reappearing again. She moved away enough to leave just the head inside of her within the anal opening; then relaxed, took a deep breath and pushed back, just half way and pulled away again, relaxed, and back until it all disappeared inside her ass.
I just let her enjoy it. I was not, so much in a hurry. The best was yet to come as I would be bidding for her virgin pussy, sometime within the next twenty four hours. At my age one won't get many virgins, so I would love to enjoy them while they become available.
I loved every moment watching her body engulfed into a real volcanic eruption, a real earthquake. Then I slapped her ass with both palms of my hands, hit her one on each bum, simultaneously and pulled my hard truncheon out of her tight hole, which now seemed to be quite extended.
'It's breakfast time. I'm getting hungry.' |
81 | After The Retirement Party | The_Tin_Man | Anal | 2008-09-09 | 2008-09-09 | 2022-01-08 09:49:36 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/after-the-retirement-party | He gets a little behind at the office. | ['Co-Worker', 'Office', 'Retirement'] | 4.19 | One of the old timers at work finally retired, and we had a party at a local bar after work. The boss had to leave early to go to the airport, and he left Peggy, the finance person, to pick up the tab for the company. I don't really drink, and there wasn't anything to do but watch Peggy down shooters, so I took off to run an errand.
It turned out the store I was going to had already closed, so I headed back to the party. The only car left in the lot was Peggy's. She was in the driver's seat with her head resting on the steering wheel. I parked beside her, hopped out and tapped on the passenger window.
"Hey! Peggy!" She looked startled, then recognized me, turned off the radio and rolled down the window.
"Hi Stan, you're back!"
"Yeah, looks like the party's over?"
"Yeah, I'm not quite up to driving yet."
"Well, let me in, I'll keep you company!"
She unlocked the door, and I plopped down beside her. The car smelled like booze and perfume. And Peggy. It was dark, so I concentrated on her scent. She smelled like a woman, and I liked it.
Speaking of her scent, perhaps I should mention the little bit of history between Peggy and me. We don't interface a lot at work, but when we do we'd always been mildly flirtatious. We always kept it under control though, except for one time. I don't quite know what was up with her, but she came to my desk asking for something stupid, it sounded like an excuse to see me. The look she gave me, her body language and... her scent. I was sitting in my office chair, so when she walked right up to me, it seemed like she was aiming her substantial boob right at my mouth. And I almost reached out and grabbed it. Then I heard someone talking on the other side of the partition, and I snapped out of it. We stared at each other for a moment, then went on with our "work" conversation. I always wondered what would have happened if there hadn't been so many people around. I kind of looked for opportunities to be alone with her, but it hadn't happened - whether she made sure of it or if that's just the way things worked out, I don't know. In any case, the scent that I had detected that day was now overwhelming my senses.
"Ohhh, why did I drink so much? My head feels like it's gonna split open!"
I put my hand on the back of her neck and squeezed the tense muscles.
"I'll give you a couple of hours to stop that..."
I ran my fingers up into her hair and massaged her scalp.
"Mmmmm, that feels so good."
"Just relax, it'll make your head feel better."
She leaned her forehead on my shoulder so she could relax her neck. I thought she might fall asleep. I smelled her hair.
"Hey, how come you didn't drink anything? Were you planning on taking advantage of a tipsy woman?"
"Oh, no... No, I was hoping she'd take advantage of me."
"That's the other problem with me drinking. It always gets me horny!"
"Well, I'm sure your husband will appreciate that, if we can get you home!"
"How 'bout you take me to your place instead?"
"Uhhh..."
"You heard about my husband's medical problems, right?"
I nodded.
"Well, one of the side effects is... he can't... um... he can't perform."
"Ah."
"Did I mention I'm horny?"
"You did."
"And you?"
"Likewise, I'm sure."
I felt her hand on my rapidly stiffening member.
"Just checking."
I ran my hand over the front of her blouse, and even through her bra I could feel that she was as stiff as I was.
"Just checking."
Then we were kissing. I love kissing a horny woman. That's something I don't get to do very much. Then I got her blouse open, and she slid her bra straps down enough for me to access her nipples. Now Peggy is in her forties, and though her face is still very attractive, I imagine she must have put on quite a few pounds since she was twenty. But in the dark, all I could discern is the portion that went to her boobs, and they felt marvelous. I love the feel of that soft, pliant weight in my hand, with the stiff, rubbery nipple between my fingers.
She reclined her seat. I followed suit, and instantly her nipple was in my mouth. Then I heard that wonderful 'pop' - you know, when the woman you're with shows her intentions by unsnapping her jeans. I love that sound. That was followed by the sound of her zipper going down.
I slid my hand inside her panties. She had quite a lot of hair down there, which I stroked and rubbed. I parted her hair down the middle with my thumb and middle finger whilst my index finger explored between. She wasn't slippery yet, at least not at the top, so I was able to grasp her clit between my thumb and index finger and kind of roll it around. It wasn't super sensitive yet, so she seemed to really like that.
"Ohhh, I really like that..."
I could tell by the stiffening of her nipple in my mouth that she was getting pretty worked up. I slid my fingers down lower, to her entrance. There I found the warm lubrication I was looking for. I slid one finger, then another inside, working her G-spot.
She stroked my hair as I continued to worship her breast. I lifted myself up on one knee so I could give equal attention to her other breast, and she took advantage of the new position to reach down and stroke me through my jeans. I started spreading her moisture around, until her labia and clitoris were well oiled. Up and down, back and forth, in a circle. Tapping, slapping. In and out. Slowly massaging, rapidly rubbing. She unzipped me, then she was rubbing skin-to-skin. When she stopped pumping me, I could tell she was very close, so I steered away from her clit, spreading her lubrication lower, to her anus. I would periodically return to her clit to keep her at the edge, and to her vagina for fresh lubrication, but I lingered on her anus, working the moisture inside.
When I felt the time was right, I used my middle and ring fingers to rub her G-spot, and squeezed her clit between my thumb and index finger. I sucked her nipple far into my mouth, rubbing it against my teeth. When she was right at the edge, I pushed my little finger into her asshole, and she exploded.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she panted hard several times, "Oh... Oh my God!"
It took her a while to come down, but suddenly she realized that she'd forgotten about my cock. She started stroking it again.
"Peggy, that satisfied me just fine. I don't want to make a mess in your car."
"Then I'll have to make sure I don't spill any!" she said as her head descended into my lap.
"Peggy, you don't have to... Ahhh!"
Wow! I'd never been with a woman who could deep-throat before. She just held me still, doing something to me with her throat. Then she slowly pulled up, sucking hard. She gasped a few times, catching her breath, then did it again. She bobbed up and down for a while, then took me deep again. She was patient, drawing out the pleasure. She seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. Eventually, I began thrusting my hips, and she seemed to get that it was time. She started sucking harder and faster, up and down, and soon I was there. She had no problems swallowing everything I had, which at my age probably isn't too much anyway. But then, after I was done, she continued to gently suck for several minutes as I wound down. It felt great! My wife usually goes straight to cleanup mode.
Peggy laid back onto her reclined seat and looked into my eyes.
"Oh man," I enthused, "Thank you! That was great!"
"Yeah, I enjoyed that almost as much as what you did for me!"
We held each other for a few moments.
"Uhh, where do we go from here?" I asked, not quite knowing what to say.
"Well, I can think of a few other fun things we could do."
"In the car?"
"A bed would be nicer, wouldn't it?"
"Maybe a motel?"
"Sounds good to me!"
"Tonight, or another time? How much time do you have?"
"How 'bout tonight and another time? Maybe many other times?"
"Definitely," I smiled, "And I've got another couple of hours tonight."
"Me too. A motel would be best, we're gonna need a shower."
Peggy started the car and gunned out of the parking lot.
"Are you okay to drive?"
"Um, yeah. I'm pretty focused at the moment."
In five minutes I was leaving the motel office with a key-card in my hand. I hopped in the car and Peggy pulled around to park in front of our room.
"Oh, I forgot. Should we have stopped for some... protection?"
"I've been fixed. And I've never... up until now..."
"Good. I haven't either," she said, "I hate condoms."
Moments later, we were inside the room, kicking off our shoes.
"So, where were we?"
"Umm, I think your top was off and my pants were down."
"Right. Do you want me to strip for you?"
"Oh, I think I'd like to undress you," I said with a devilish wink. Peggy smiled shyly, and said, "Oh, would you? I think I might like that."
I reached for her blouse and started to unbutton it as she pulled the tails of my shirt out of my pants, running her hands all over my back.
"Turn around," I said as I tossed her blouse aside. She turned her back to me, and I unhooked her bra. It joined her blouse and my shirt on the floor, and I wrapped my arms around her, cupping her heavy breasts in my hands. I kissed her neck as I tugged on her nipples. After a few minutes of that, my hands went to her belt, and I kissed her back, dropping to my knees as I pulled down her pants. I stripped as she stepped out of them, and then bent forward, her hands flat on the bed. With my nose at waist level, I could smell her arousal, so I tugged down her panties and buried my face in her ass.
"Ohhhh, Stan..." she moaned, my tongue probing the moist folds, my nose pressed against her pucker. My hands squeezed her cheeks, spreading them for my wandering lips and tongue.
"Oh man... Stan, you got a thing for my butt?"
"Yeah, it's a very nice one." Most guys would think it's too thick, but that doesn't bother me a bit.
"Well, maybe I'll let you in there if you're nice to me."
"Oh, I plan on being very nice to you."
Between that bit of encouragement and the position we were in, her asshole suddenly looked very inviting to me. So I took the invitation and began rimming her.
"Oh shit... oh shit!" she panted. "Put your finger in!"
I wasn't sure which orifice she was referring to, so I kept my lips glued to her anus, sliding a thumb into her vagina. I like using my thumb from the rear, I can get nice pressure on her G-spot that way while my fingers flutter over her clitoris.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah... yes!"
She was getting a little too close, and I wasn't sure if she was good for more than one, so I removed my thumb and started massaging her ass while still kissing, licking and sucking her butt-hole. When she'd calmed down a bit, I rolled her over onto her back. As I kissed my way up her legs, my destination was clear. She opened her thighs, and I rubbed my nose in her curls, reveling in her scent. She reached down and pulled her outer lips apart, urging me on.
"Oh, Stan... eat me!"
"Wild whores couldn't stop me," I said, eyeing her moist cleft for a moment before leaning in close. I took a little taste, then paused to savor her aroma. Then she melted into the bed as I started to lick.
"Ohhh..."
I licked her until my neck started to ache, then lifted her leg and lay on my side beneath it, my face still pressed against her labia. This position was very comfortable for me, and it left my penis within her reach. Peggy started with light touches as I sucked one of her lips into my mouth. Our bodies responded to the teasing touches, my hardness and her wetness bearing witness. I kissed and licked and sucked, she rubbed and tugged and stroked. And screamed.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Shhhh... Ssss... Holy shit, that was good!"
"Mmmmm," I said, licking the stray fluids from her thighs, "I love how responsive you are! You are an excellent lover, Peggy."
"What? I just laid there. Now get in here," she said, pulling me on top of her.
I hovered over her, her hand guiding my hardness to her slit. There was plenty of lubrication, and I slid right in.
"That's what I'm talking about!"
"Ohhh, you feel so good."
I held her for a moment with my penis all the way inside her, then I began to stroke in and out, very slowly at first. I gauged her reaction, and my staying power. We weren't that far removed from my orgasm in her car, and I felt like I could thrust more aggressively without losing control, and Peggy seemed to want more. So I gave her more, pushing in hard and fast, but it wasn't enough for her.
"Let me roll over," she said, getting up on her hands and knees.
"Oooh, nice view," I said, giving her butt-hole a few licks before slipping into her vagina from behind. I began pounding into her, bouncing off her ass rapidly. I worked her slime into her anus with my thumb as I continued to pound away. I kept going and going, wondering how long my legs would hold out. Just as it looked like she was going to get there before me, she spoke up.
"Stan... Stan, you can go wherever you want..."
I took that to be a euphemism for "I want you to shove it up my butt!"
I pulled out of her pussy, and slid my slimy prick up and down her crack, getting everything all wet. I got my fingers wet inside her, and applied the lubrication to her anus. I stroked in and out of her slit a few more times to make sure everything was slippery, then I positioned the head at her anal entrance.
"Slowly..." she said as I pushed my way in. I paused with the head halfway in, then pushed a little more for fear of losing ground. It felt really good, especially when the head first passed her sphincter. In fact, I thought I might lose it before I even got inside, but once the head was in, it wasn't so intense. It was tight on my shaft, but the sensitive head was surrounded by a buttery warmth. I felt like I could do this all night.
I started moving in and out a little, less than an inch. I slowly lengthened the strokes, feeding off of Peggy's groans. It was perfect, I felt like I was ever so slowly ramping up towards orgasm, while Peggy approached that same plateau at a similar rate. I wanted to make sure that she got there first, so I reached around to finger her clit.
"Yeaaahhh... Oh, yeaahh..."
I leaned back, spreading her buns with my thumbs so I could watch it slide in and out for a few moments. When it felt like time to finish, I drove in deep, leaning on Peggy's back so I could tweak her nipple and clit. I held it all the way in, changing force and angle without withdrawing at all. With my finger going at top speed, she came, taking full advantage of the fact that we were in a motel where she could make all the noise she wanted.
"Oh shit! Oh shit! Come in me! Come in me! Come in me!"
I pulled back a little and gave a few quick thrusts, and I was there too, squirting a modest amount of hot semen six inches up her butt. She slumped forward onto the bed, and I collapsed on her back, trying to remain inside her as long as possible. I softened fairly quickly though, and she kind of squeezed me out.
I grabbed a couple of towels, and we cleaned up. Then we cuddled, hugging and kissing and stroking. I loved playing with her boobs, and Peggy seemed to enjoy toying with my semi-hardness.
"We better get in the shower before we fall asleep."
"Yeah... though I'd sure like to wake up next to you in the morning, it's not gonna happen tonight."
"Mmmm... Maybe we can work that out sometime."
"I'd like that."
We got in the shower, and had fun soaping each other up. We made it quick, making sure we didn't get our hair wet. Just holding our naked bodies close under the warm spray, kissing occasionally, was just wonderful, but eventually we had to get going. We got out and talked as we toweled off.
"Do you ever work late?" she asked.
"Sometimes."
"How late do you have to stay before you have the building to yourself?"
"Oh, maybe six or six thirty."
"Hmmm... I think I'm going to need to work late, say... next Friday?"
"What a coincidence. I have to work late that day too!" |
82 | Afterglow | LittleHenry | Anal | 2009-03-09 | 2009-03-09 | 2022-01-08 09:49:37 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/afterglow-11 | Newlyweds enjoy the honeymoon. | ['Honeymoon', 'Newlyweds', 'One On One', 'Oral'] | 4.54 | The familiar tingling began almost instantly after Henry slid his hard cock inside his new bride. Anne's wet hole engulfed him in welcoming heat as the length slid in slowly. Kissing softly on her left shoulder, he eased his body down using his knees and forearms for support.
"Ohhh," responded his sexy wife. "Mmm, oh my god." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her body alive after a lengthy prelude from Henry's talented tongue.
Anne had awakened that Sunday morning in her husband's arms, the first day of the rest of their lives together. They were married the day before and drove the six hours to the Outer Banks for their honeymoon. While she had fretted over every detail of the modest, but tasteful wedding, Henry had planned their trip just as carefully.
She had eased out of bed carefully so as not to wake him. With her usual cat- like grace, she had glided to the window, then pulled back the curtain. She had been careful not to open them too wide lest she expose her C-cup breasts to any potential passersby.
Out the window of their coastal bungalow she had seen short waves from the Atlantic washing over the beach not far away. The lapping of the water had made her think of the way Henry could bring fire to her clit with his soft licks.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, she had returned to bed eager to awaken her new spouse for some early-morning escapades. She had slid under the sheets and moved down until she could draw his soft member into her mouth. She loved the feeling of it hardening inside her and would suck gently until he couldn't help but thrust lightly.
It hadn't taken long before Henry was pulling her away so he wouldn't come too soon. After returning the pleasure (and giving her a nice climax), he had slid over her for a smooth, leisurely ride.
But all that sucking had made him much too sensitive. He forced his mind to calm and his body to relax so that he could make it last as long as possible, hopefully long enough for Anne to have a second orgasm.
Anne wasn't interested in a slow fuck this morning. Her need caused her to pull and push against his hips urging him faster. Pushing up onto his hands, he gazed down at the beauty beneath him. Anne's long dark-brown hair was spread across her shoulders and pillow. Her thick lips were spread slightly as she began to breathe faster. Her dark eyes locked onto his, showing the passion building inside.
A track athlete in college, Anne's legs still maintained their supple strength, and he could feel it as she slid them up his thighs and wrapped them around his waist.
She was pulling him faster, but he was trying to resist the speed or else this would end quickly.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she pleaded and humped her hips upward.
In only a minute, her body stiffened while her inner walls pulsed rhythmically. The sensations were too much, and he came with a groan, blasting over and over inside. He lowered himself back down and lovingly kissed her again and again.
While she had definitely come, Henry had a feeling she wasn't done; the orgasm was more of a medium intensity, and he figured she had another one possible inside. He wasn't too worried about pleasing her, however. One of the pleasant discoveries she'd made early in their lovemaking sessions was that he didn't soften right after coming. As long as he was buried inside, Henry remained hard.
He continued to kiss her and also reached up to caress her cheek with his left hand. He waited to see if she would push up with her hips, signaling her need for more, but she seemed very relaxed. So, he pulled back out and lay down on his side next to her and pulled her close.
Feeling more joy than he even knew was possible, Henry thought about their lives and what had brought them to this point.
Henry and Anne had known each other for a year and a half before they ever had their first date.
Not long out of college, Henry was attending a barbecue at a friend's house and was immediately drawn to the 5'7" brunette with a slim waist and ample breasts. While many of her surrounding friends were wearing shorts, Anne had on a light summer dress in purple and white swirls. He loved the way her wavy hair fell down just low enough that it might brush against her nipples if she were nude.
"Getting an eyeful?" came a voice from behind.
Forcing himself to break away from the dark-haired vision, Henry turned to his best friend and asked, "Hey, Mike, who's the girl talking with Marcy?"
"You mean the frumpy one with the mousy hair and wide ass? I can get you her number if you like."
"Shut the fuck up. You know who I'm talking about."
"Yeah I do, but I also see who is walking toward them carrying two drinks."
Henry saw a tall, well-built man walk over and hand one of the cups to the lovely woman. He gave her a simple kiss on the lips that let Henry know that the two were definitely a couple and probably been so for a while.
"That would be Anne and Sid. They've been together for several months now, so give it up. Are you sure you don't want the frumpy one's number?"
And so Henry tried to put Anne out of his mind, but it was difficult as she and Mike's girlfriend Marcy became closer friends. She showed up at dinner parties at Mike's apartment, always with Sid, while Henry occasionally brought a date.
Half a year later, Anne and Sid broke up, but by this time Henry had settled into a relationship with a sexy blonde named Brandy. While not exactly a rocket scientist, Brandy was always fast with a laugh at his jokes and faster at stripping off her clothes. The two had sex frequently and in many places - including a memorable afternoon in his office.
On that day, Brandy had come to see him at his job at a small marketing firm. He'd held off taking a lunch break so they could spend time together that afternoon. She had worn a long, colorful skirt that swished against the floor as she walked - what she called her gypsy skirt.
Back in the breakroom, he had sat down in a chair with some warmed-up leftovers, ready to hear about her day. Instead, she had sat on his lap and whispered in his ear, "I'm not wearing any underwear." She had pulled back and giggled, while he had felt a fast twitch in his groin.
"Uhh, well there's not exactly anywhere here in the office to take advantage of such a pleasant situation."
"What about right here?" had come the reply with a grinding of her ass in his lap.
"What? Are you kid-"
"Why not? I'm sure everyone else has eaten already, and I have this long outfit for cover."
As a blush had spread over his cheeks, Brandy had reached down and unzipped his pants.
"I was thinking about you in the car and couldn't help but get started early. I rubbed myself as I was driving over, and this truck driver I passed must have gotten an eyeful."
With a glance at the door, she had continued, "Now let me just raise up a little and slide closer."
Sitting sideways in his lap, Brandy had rubbed his tip around her clit before sinking all the way down in one smooth motion. "That's it, baby. I feel you thickening. Now let me bounce up a down some. Oooh, yeah. I can feel you throbbing. Do it some more - it makes you feel even fatter."
A few minutes later, they had heard the distinct click-clack of heels approaching. As a female coworker had entered and headed for the Pepsi machine, Brandy had spoken nonchalantly, "And then I saw the cutest pair of sandals. I know you don't care about shoes ..."
As she had continued as if everything was normal, Brandy had contracted her pussy repeatedly, sending Henry into an excited hunger. He had wanted to scream at the woman to get the hell out of the room so he could pound away, but all he could do was lean his head closer to Brandy's shoulder so that the coworker wouldn't see how red his face was.
Seconds after the woman left the room, Henry had wrapped his arms around Brandy's waist and lifted her up and down on his cock until he exploded.
Just when he had thought he couldn't pulse another time, she had leaned over to breathe in his ear, "I'm just gonna stand up and walk out of here with your come running down my bare thighs under this skirt."
After a year, and many more unforgettable humps, that relationship played out, and shortly thereafter Henry asked Anne out.
Neither one had dated that many people; both had been in a few long-term partnerships, but not serious enough for an engagement. In their mid-20s, they were still young enough to be exploring who they were as people and as lovers.
One night at her apartment, Henry knelt on the bed next to her supple form. After giving her legs, ass and back a long, thorough massage, he rolled her over and admired her firm tits. He slathered more massage oil on his hands and slid them across the undersides. He had discovered that the bottoms of her breasts were quite sensitive, too, and made sure to give them plenty of attention.
He cupped the breasts and lightly lifted them before letting them slide back through his oily fingers. He rubbed up and down the valley between them, then across the tops and down the sides, being sure to avoid the center.
"Mmm," she moaned. The areolas, bigger than a 50-cent piece, swelled and darkened, looking very inviting. So did the plump nipples atop them. His mouth watered as the tips hardened, and he finally could resist no longer.
"Ahh," she cried out as he sucked the right nipple into his mouth and squeezed the left between finger and thumb. She pulled his head closer as he suckled, applying and releasing pressure. He switched sides, leaning over her body and putting his left hand down as he leaned in. As he clamped down on the erect tip, his right hand cupped her entire sex.
"Mmmaaahhh," she groaned, her legs sliding around on the sheets.
He made love to her chest as his right index finger slid up and down her lower lips. Eventually she took both hands and pushed his head south. Kissing his way down, he stopped to tongue her belly button while lightly circling her clit hood with fingertips.
Still kneeling by her side, he used his right arm to hold her right leg out of his way and then moved up her thigh with light kisses that sent flames through her body. At the crease where her leg comes up to her lips, he stopped to run his tongue up and down, knowing it is another favorite erogenous zone. From that he moved on to catching each lip in turn between his own lips and sucking and pulling gently.
"Oh god, stop teasing me," she pleaded, reaching for his hair and pulling him higher to her clit.
His back was beginning to tire from holding himself up in this position so he moved both arms between her thighs so he could lean on his hands.
He then pulled his elbows against the back of her knees. Her legs were pulled back toward her head allowing him to rest a little of his weight on the back of her thighs. Her legs were effectively trapped, so he could continue to do as he pleased even if she were begging for release.
He ran his tongue up and down her slit, pausing slightly each time to flick the nub at the top. In this position, he had a clear view of her pussy and the crinkled hole behind it. A sudden urge passed through him, something he had never considered before. Leaning over further, he licked all the way down her lips and across the perineum. Then, flattening his tongue out as flat as possible, he lapped over her hole and halfway up her crack.
Anne's hips lurched, but she didn't protest or try to push him off her thighs. Suddenly very nervous that she would think him a freak and a pervert, he wondered if he should just stop and screw her, but this new curiosity begged him to continue.
He again lapped over the hole and then reversed and went back across it. He didn't wait to see if she would stop him and began licking the tip up, down, left and right over the puckered opening. He was pleasantly surprised to feel her tremble underneath him, seeming to encourage him further. He didn't want to hurt her, but neither did he want to tickle her, so he kept a steady, even pressure against her body.
After a couple of minutes, he heard her sigh, and a tension he hadn't even noticed yet seemed to flow out of her muscles. The opening also relaxed, and he felt his tongue slightly ease forward. Making his tongue a little more stiff, he squirmed directly on the hole and sensed it relaxing further. The entire tip then slid inside as a moan came from behind him.
With an up-and-down movement of his head, he pushed his tongue in and out of her ass. He slipped his left hand up past his face and slid his fingertips over her cunt. Juices were overflowing her hole and were spread out over the lips. He used the moisture to slide up and rub over the clitoris.
Instantly, Anne convulsed with her hips bouncing off the bed. Henry maintained contact the best he could, feeling her ass muscles clenching and releasing his tongue. When he leaned back and pulled his arms out of the way, her legs slid to the bed lifelessly. She had fallen directly to sleep.
After that, Henry had made an effort to include lots of oral play in their sex life. Every time he went down on her, he eventually had to go "back there" with his tongue. On two occasions, she had pulled away slightly in resistance, so he simply stopped doing anything more with his mouth and just mounted her. It was his passive way of saying "when it comes to licking, it's all or nothing, honey."
This had to be at least a small disappointment for her because he always gave her at least one orgasm with his tongue before he jumped in the saddle. After the second incident, she never showed any hesitation again.
During his ministrations, he used his tongue or the flat edge of a thumb to push on her hole. For some reason, he still hesitated to insert a finger in her ass. Even though she wasn't resisting and seemed to be moaning more, he just couldn't feel 100% sure she was really enjoying the stimulation or if she was just quietly tolerating it. Their relationship was just so perfect that he hated to do anything to ruin it.
One night at his place, he was at the foot of the bed with his mouth on her clit. Then he placed his hands behind her knees and pushed them up toward her head. The legs went back easily, so easily in fact that he knew she must have been helping. Suddenly feeling more encouraged, he moved his mouth lower and started working over her asshole. As had become routine, her sphincter soon relaxed, and his tongue could squirm inside.
This time, however, she pulled her left leg away from his hand and swung it slowly over his head.
He was dejected, thinking she really didn't want this kind of attention anymore and was completely turning away from him. To his shock, she rolled over on her stomach and then lifted her ass in the air.
He dove forward and shoved his tongue deep as his right thumb dipped underneath and rubbed through her slit. Soaked, his thumb slid smoothly back and forth, then he pushed it up inside her twat at the same time he pumped his tongue in her other hole.
She groaned and pushed back at his face. He sped up his thumb, really pounding his palm against her crotch. She gasped and her ass seemed to open even further.
Emblazoned with a new confidence, he kept his thumb pumping as he moved up on the bed and went closer on his knees. With his left hand, he reached down to rub his cock and felt the entire length coated with its own drool. He rubbed the clear fluid around to ensure an even coat and then brought it close to her rear.
Pulling his right thumb out, he used his hand to rub his dick up and down over the widened asshole. She didn't flinch or tighten up, merely held still as he enjoyed the slippery coating of his saliva mixing with his precome. He held the shaft steady and pushed forward. He wondered if she would lurch forward and crawl away, but she held her ground.
While his cock was fairly wide, the head came down to a slender tip, like a spear - perfect for the job at hand. The end moved into her hole about half an inch before he felt the beginnings of resistance. He didn't pull away, though, just used his hand to move the shaft slightly, changing the angle of the gentle pressure. The head went in perhaps another half-inch before he felt a quick clench-and-relax from her muscles.
The squeezing on his cock tip felt wonderful, but he didn't want to rush forward suddenly. Instead he eased back slightly and moved forward again. He let a little spit drop from his lips to his cock, which was drooling itself and adding to the lubrication.
With the same light push as before, he leaned in and felt the head slip right back in that first inch as before and then a little further. The outside of her hole was completely relaxed now, but he could feel he was bumping against a little tightness further inside. He didn't know much about anatomy, but it felt like a second sphincter about two inches in. He slowly moved back and forth some until this muscle also relaxed, and the head slipped all the way inside.
He paused to enjoy the sensation of being in her ass for the first time - feeling that it was probably the first time any man had been in her ass (which he later found out to be true).
Rather than pull back out, he pushed forward some more and felt the going was easier now. Even though his girth was pretty big, the slender tip seemed to have done its job well.
He pulled back and moved forward a few times and then remembered that he wasn't stimulating her anymore. He reached around her slender waist with his left arm and put his index and middle fingers on her clit. He softly stroked it as he stroked her ass.
"Ohh," she moaned. Then as the strokes continued, she called out, "Oh god oh god oh god. Yes, yes."
The tight, warm vice of her ass and her moans were too much for him. He knew he was getting close and hoped that it wouldn't hurt her to shoot off inside her ass. He knew his cock bulged even wider when he was coming, but he absolutely didn't want to leave her wonderful hole.
He frigged her clit faster as she moaned louder. She had been vocal in bed before, but now she grew louder than she had ever been. Her arousal enhanced his excitement, and he picked up speed, sliding in and out quickly, but still worried about sinking to his full depth.
Suddenly she screamed and her ass began pulsing over and over. The feeling was too much, and despite his fears, he pulled her back on him and buried himself deep as he spurted over and over as hard as he has ever come in his life.
The two collapsed on the bed. Henry was spent, but at the same time quite aroused at the idea of having her ass again and again.
To his complete shock, Anne's demeanor changed after that. She didn't offer her ass up to him again, and on a few occasions when he inserted a finger in her ass, she pulled away.
Finally one evening as they fondled each other in bed, he came right out and said, "I want to be back here" and caressed her ass cheek. She pulled her hips back and said softly, "No."
"Why not?"
"It's dirty, and I feel like I'm just some object when you touch me there. Like some kind of blowup doll."
"What? That's crazy. I'm deeply in love with you, and I certainly don't think of you as some sex toy. When I'm with you, I'm making love to you. And when two people are in love, I don't think there is anything wrong with expressing that love in any way they want, as long as there is love and respect. And I do respect you."
Despite his pleas, Anne didn't give in.
Unfortunately, that night was still deeply embedded in his mind - just like his dick had been deeply embedded in her behind. And now every time her back was turned to him, he would stare at her perfect ass and wish for another stab at it.
Eventually during oral sex, he couldn't resist trying something once again, and he dipped his tongue down to lick her hole. Just like most of the first experiences, she didn't resist and seemed to come harder then. After that, he once again began making rimming a common part of their lovemaking. But he never went any further than that.
Now here they were on their honeymoon, and he was so satisfied with his wedding bliss that it hadn't even occurred to him during their morning screw that he should want her ass.
He lay on his left side with his right arm across her body. He placed his head on her shoulder and his right hand on her left breast and sighed contentedly. He thought he might drift off to sleep again, but then he felt her take his right hand off her tit and push it further down.
Oh, he realized. She isn't quite done yet.
He slid his hand across her mound and down her lips. He felt her moisture and then at the opening, a little of his own seed seeping out. He ran his fingers up and down and over the clit. Up and down, back and forth. A few minutes passed, and she hadn't come yet. He worried his fingers might be too rough and considered licking her out. Then he had another idea.
Since it had been several minutes since he'd pulled out, his penis had deflated and would be very soft if he rubbed it over her clit. But he was feeling a bit wiped out and didn't want to get on top. So he decided to approach her sideways.
With her on her back and him on his left side, he squirmed around until his hips were just lower down the bed than her crotch. He lifted both her legs up and over his right hip and slid forward until his cock could reach her.
In this position, both hands were free, so he used the right one to rub himself against her and reached around her right thigh to use his left hand to pull back the hood over the clit. She gave a soft sigh and seemed to be settling in for a long session.
It didn't take but a few minutes before his member stretched out again, though a little less firm than before. He pushed forward and slid the head inside her, eliciting a "mmm" from Anne.
When he pulled the head back, the tip was coated in his come and made sliding around her lips and clit much more fun.
Then he began alternating between slipping inside and rubbing against her clit. Wanting to see the action, he used his left arm to push her right leg up and out of the way. She got the idea and reached down to grasp the leg and pull it further up. Now he could watch the tool rubbing all around.
He wanted to try something different and inched a little more forward and turned his hips so he was angled downward some. Then he placed the length against her slit and started gently sawing it against her. This allowed the shaft to stimulate the clit while the head rubbed all over the outside of her opening. Anne's continued sighing (and intermittent gasping) further encouraged him and swelled his cock to full strength.
He was surprised to see even more cum ooze out of her and coat his head. The seed started to drip further down, so he moved the head and caught up with the fluid just as it was reaching her asshole. She gave a gasp as the soaked member slid over her, and suddenly he was remembering that one special night when he took her anal cherry. He so wanted to do it again, but he wasn't about to ruin their honeymoon with the suggestion.
Still, he couldn't help his infatuation.
He reached out his left hand and rubbed her clit, while his right hand helped massage his cockhead against her taint and ass. Her breathing quickened, and so did his. She was building toward a massive orgasm, and her excitement and the kinky feel of her ass against the side of his head was pushing him there, too.
After several minutes of pressure and rubbing against her clit and ass, she announced, "Oh god, I'm gonna come." He rubbed his head harder on and around her ass and prepared to blow a big load all over her cheeks.
With her right leg already pulled back toward her chest, Anne suddenly reached down and pulled the left leg back as well. The change shifted the angle of her hips upward, and in one quick motion, his slippery cock plunged into her relaxed ass.
Henry was surprised, aroused, orgasmic and worried all at the same time. He glanced up at her face and saw her shocked face looking back. Then while maintaining eye contact, she shuddered, the entire bed quaking. Afraid to move inside her ass, he held still, then felt the rhythmic contractions of her muscles, which milked him over the edge. Never looking away from her, he erupted in her ass for only the second time.
Her face was pulled tight during the frenzy, but then she relaxed, and a warm smile spread over her face. She let go of her legs, which moved down to again drape over his hips. She reached out a hand and petted his face.
Still deep inside her, Henry knew that something had changed now. Before she worried that he didn't respect her and objectified her when it came to her ass. But now she knew that she was indeed an object: an object of his affection and adoration. And he now knew she'd be open to him no matter which hole he wanted. |
83 | Afternoon Delight | Caribbeanwoman | Anal | 2009-12-25 | 2009-12-25 | 2022-01-08 09:49:38 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/afternoon-delight-51 | First time anal love. | ['Anal First Time', 'One On One Sex'] | 4.16 | One afternoon I got home early from work and surprised my lover in bed pleasuring himself. Helpful creature that I am, I offered to help him with his job if he'd give me a back scrub to freshen up first. The kind soul agreed and we jumped into the shower immediately.
Of course, his lust was already heightened and so he wasted no time at all in cramming his soapy fingers into my willing sheath and taking a ready nipple in his mouth. His frenzied loving soon had me clenching as I orgasmed.
"Oh, is that how it's going to be?" I thought to myself, and proceeded to rub my slippery body all over him.
Not to be outdone, he withdrew, turned me around and bent me over, presumably, I imagined, to give my back a good rub. No sirree bob, after two perfunctory circles on my back and ass he just plunged his finger into my asshole. I jumped, not from pain, since it had not hurt, but from the audacity of his deed. Realizing that my ass was giving no resistance and with my tell-tale whimperings revealing my excitement, he pressed me further down by pushing on my back and plunged two fingers in and out of my ass.
By this time, my already well creamed and finger-fucked vagina was oozing sweet honey like crazy and his slaps on my ass and horny groans had me bucking like crazy on his fingers. The sweetest weakness came into my knees and I slumped onto the shower floor gasping and writhing and grabbing my dripping cunt.
He quickly got the shower hose and rinsed me completely from head to toe, dragging me around by my arm. He washed himself off and all but pulled me from the shower with a gruff "hurry up".
Not even giving me time to fully recover and come back with my usual sassy comment, he threw my still wet body, towel and all, onto our bed. Then he pulled my legs apart, flipped them as far back as possible, and proceeded to attack my pussy with his mouth -- sucking my clit, pushing his tongue into my pussy, licking down to my asshole and back up again -- and just rubbing his beardy face all over my cunt whilst making some serious heavy breathing grunts.
I was unable to do anything besides grab the sheets and just keep pelting my pussy into his face with some serious hip gyrations as I enjoyed his ministering. When I was able to think, my mind kept wondering what the fuck had gotten into him today, even his eyes were glazed over with lust. But I was beyond caring and the jism was running out of me like a burst tap. Shit, this was some afternoon delight!
Quickly crawling up my body, he slid his tongue into my mouth, nibbling on my lips and dueling with my tongue. Meanwhile, he had stuck two fingers back into my heaving cunt and was fucking me extremely fast, with me trying my best to ride the fuck out of them and screaming my head off. It was soo damn good!
He was biting my neck now and shouting "you are so damn sweet, I want to eat you alive!"
Let me tell you, I believed him, and nothing sounded better that afternoon.
He removed his fingers and grabbed me by the chin, asking: "babe, can I finger fuck your ass again, did it feel good?"
"Shit, yes!" I responded, [after all, why be selfish with myself?] "Cram those sticky fingers up my ass and really give it to me good, lover."
He jumped up off the bed in a flash, ran into the bathroom cabinet and came back with his hand coated with KY jelly.
Before I could complete a sarcastic "what the hell, did you put it all on?" He spread my legs, threw his weight over me to anchor me, and pushed, not one... not two... but three fingers into my untried ass.
I could feel the tight stretch and let me tell you, my pussy began to do a serious tightening and quivering, my legs and body started shaking like I was having a fit, and I swear, I felt as if all of me would dissolve into one great mass of syrupy cum.
[That incoherent cussing and screaming you may have overheard neighbor, yeah, that was me, riding a serious orgasmic wave].
By no means done, the big brute jumped off the bed again, this time grabbing my ankles and pulling my torso right off the edge until only my back and upper body remained supine.
Throwing a leg over each shoulder he rammed his rigid, dripping cock like a piston in and out of my dripping cunt like the world was coming to an end, and pussy was going out of existence, and this would be his last fuck forever.
He had my arms pinioned to the bed as he leaned over from a standing position and kept hitting home run after home run after home run, making me dizzy with the power of his cover drive, slam dunking the dickey, executing perfect follow throughs. In short, using the pussy the way a pussy was designed to be used.
I was beyond words, beyond sounds, beyond all else besides focusing on the ecstasy on his sweet face, teeth gritted as he fought to stave off orgasm, eyes opened but uncomprehending, neck and upper body strained and arched backward.
The woman in me creamed and felt a keen sense of power in pleasing my man in this way, in helping him to achieve nirvana, in being pleasured beyond words.
I reveled in the feeling of womanhood, multiple orgasms, sweet, satisfying, soul stroking fucking. I reveled in the feeling of being used like the willing harem girl, lusty bawd, seductive geisha, slavering slut, that lives in all of us.
Sensing my eyes focused on him, he blinked and seemed to realize where he was once more. Grunting at my smirking face, he pulled me even further off the bed as we had begun to slide backwards, pinned my feet this time almost doubled over, and drove his cock once more into me, with a hoarsely whispered "gonna fuck the sass out of you today."
I bucked in wild surprise as he drove into me, but reader, it wasn't my pussy he had reamed as he intended, it was my virgin ass! And he was fucking so hard and so wild I knew he didn't realize what he had done.
The wet slickness from my many orgasms, the well lubricated KY on my ass and over that entire genital area, and the arched position in which he had my back, had created the ideal circumstance for easy entry into that love tunnel.
I grinded and squealed as I secretly enjoyed this thorough rimming of an erogenous zone I had longed to have explored but held back from attempting for years. I could feel the cream puddling in my pussy and the feeling was making me wilder than wild.
My mouth began to pour forth the obscenities that were crowding my mind.
"Yes, damn you, fuck my ass, pulverize my sweet tight ass, you're fucking my ass, you're fucking my ass, it's so damn good I'm gonna die. Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhhhh FUUCCKKK!!!"
I think my vulgar screams and beating on his back alerted him to the fact of what was happening, because he stopped for a minute and looked at me disbelieving, then looked down at our joined bodies, the evidence showing his soaked cock tightly encased in my still quivering ass which was squeezing tight and refusing to let him withdraw.
Looking back at me, he listened to the nasty words falling off my lips, watched the sweat pouring off my tortured looking face still in the grip of sweet ecstasy, and he dropped the ball.
Biting on my neck and driving into me again, he only achieved a few strong stokes before collapsing and shuddering in his own orgasmic bliss.
Lathered, heaving and snorting like a thoroughbred that had just completed the race of his life, it took him a few minutes to once more come down to earth and roll off me. We just lay there collapsed on each other for almost another quarter hour, struggling to recover our senses.
Finally turning to face me, he gave me soft kisses, looking into my eyes for signs of recrimination. I could not keep the self-satisfied cat look from off my face.
"I finally got to fuck your saucy ass and I wasn't even aware until too late, you had me so goddamn high", he said. "I hope I didn't hurt you darling, was it at least nice?"
"It was perfect", I told him, looking into his concerned eyes and remembering once more why I love this man so fucking much.
However, I could not resist a sassy dig: "but since you missed the match the first time, maybe we'll have to arrange a re-play in the near future to give you a chance to recoup your losses."
Believe me, the next time that I get a chance at an early afternoon off when I know my man is home, I will be hightailing it for another fine session of afternoon delights.
You girls can take your horny asses to the mall and shop around like fiends. I'm taking my ass home to some rich cream, honey and sweaty fucking. |
84 | Afternoon Delight | Bakeboss | Anal | 2010-08-05 | 2010-08-05 | 2022-01-08 09:49:39 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/afternoon-delight-56 | She takes her sister's ex beau for anal loving. | ["Sister'S Ex"] | 3.91 | "Slow down Ann; tell me again what he wanted."
"He said he wanted to take my back door."
"Do you mean..."
"Yes, sister dear, he wanted to fuck me in my ass. You wana know what I did, I'll tell you what I did I demanded he take me home that very instant. Once I was home I told him I never wanted to see him again."
Although rather surprised none of this information from her sister shocked Jean. In fact, she found it intriguing and once hanging up she couldn't get the thought out of her mind. When she and Alan were dating, anal was a regular part of their sexual repertoire. Jean enjoyed anal so much she began to prefer it to regular sex and Alan delivered much pleasure as he took her for his own enjoyment.
However, Jean and Alan were not meant to be and once apart Jean never considered that she would have trouble finding another lover to enjoy anal with her. The first man she dated after Alan was, well she couldn't even remember his name, looked at her aghast when she requested him to take her anally. Jean quickly found to her dismay that many men had no desire for anal and finally she just quick asking, that way avoiding the embarrassment.
Well it was oblivious to Jean that Ann's date had taken out the wrong sister. Could she solve this dilemma without offending her sister or even worse making her think she was immoral sexually? The more she thought on it the wetter she became and soon she couldn't care less what her sister thought about it. She knew his name was Jack and where he worked, now if only they didn't have too many people with that name. She called his work and as the phone rang, she realized she had no idea how he looked. When the receptionist answered, she asked for Jack and then was put on hold. What was she going to say to him, this was a mistake---
"This is Jack Sims, how can I help you?"
"Hello Jack, my name is Jean, I'm Ann's sister. I need to talk to you and I'm hoping you'll meet me for coffee after work or even lunch if you're free."
She could hear her own heart thumping as she realized how forward she was being but on Jack's end was pure silence.
"Hello, are you there?"
"Yes I'm here; I'm just wondering why you're interested in talking to me. If Ann wants to tell me something, she can tell me to my face."
"No, Ann knows nothing of this and I would hope she never learns of our conversation. I can't talk over the phone but please meet me."
He thought for a while and the agreed to a meeting for lunch that very afternoon.
Jean wasn't sure just how this meeting would go but just in case she jumped in the shower where she not only shaved all the hair from her body she cleaned her back door thoroughly. Once hairless and anally hygienic she leaned back on the shower wall and let the water cascade over her clit. She enjoyed masturbation by water and as she let memories of Alan and his back door loving run through her mind. After so many orgasms that she was beginning to feel so weak that her legs were beginning to shake she turned off the shower. She felt so naughty by her boldness with Jack that she decided not even to wear the tiny thong she had picked, she was going commando.
Jack knew he was making a big mistake, even worrying that maybe Ann had some brothers laying in wait to do ill with him. He couldn't say for sure why he was keeping this date; maybe it was the sound of her voice he just couldn't say. He watched her walk into the coffee shop and was glad he got there first so he could scrutinize her. Jack was surprised by her looks, not slim like her sister but full figured just as he liked his women. Big dark eyes and full red lips spoke of nothing but sex to him, her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders to caress the tops of her breasts. However, it was her rump that Jack found fascinating. It was big and round and he kept thinking about taking a bite out of it as if it was some sinful apple.
Jean was aware she was nervous and as they introduced themselves to each other, she knew she had better just speak before she chickened out.
"This is soo embarrassing and I'm not sure what you will think about me but I think the only way is for me to just say it. My sis told me what you wanted to do to her the other night, no don't apologize I understand. Please just let me talk before I lose my nerve. I had a boyfriend and he and I did, well did what you asked Ann to do."
She stopped finally too embarrassed to go on, or even look in his face. Her faced, still bowed she sensed more than saw his presence next to her and she jumped when he took her arm. When she stood, he kissed her and without another word, they left the coffee shop together. He opened the door of his car for her but only spoke when he too was seated on his side.
"I know this was hard for you but I'm so glad that you were brave. Come with me right now to my place and I'll do what I can to make you a happy woman."
Jack leaned over and kissed her again, then started the car and raced home. Jean could feel herself getting wet from the anticipation of what lie ahead. She could just tell her humiliation would be worth it and this would be an afternoon of delight.
Once inside his apartment there was no need for delay, both knew what they wanted and it was the same thing. Jean didn't even undress all she did was crawl up on Jack's king size bed, then pull her skirt up over her butt. She got into the doggie position spreading her massive thighs to open her cheeks wide. She looked over her shoulder at him, watching him undress. She kept moving her ass back and forth in anticipation; he was handsome enough but right now only one thing mattered.
"Please, just hurry, I need it now, don't hurt me but don't be gentle either."
Jack was almost beside himself with passion, here was this massive ass undulating before him as she begged him to bugger her. He had never met such a wanton women before and it was turning him on something fierce. He reached in his bed stand for his lube and then liberally coated both his cock and her bum hole with it. Then with no foreplay, he buried himself inside her. When she screamed, he thought he'd hurt her and stopped
"No, no, don't stop, oh it's so good, I've waited so long for this, oh yes, oh yes."
Instead of pain, it was the first of many orgasms that Jean was to experience that day and as soon as Jack saw her pleasure he came too as he erupted deep in her rectum.
They lay together on the bed too exhausted to speak, both just panting as two dogs in the hot afternoon. After some time Jack recovered enough to talk,
"Jean, I didn't use protection but I want you to know I'm safe so there is no need to worry."
Jean who hadn't even thought about it told him she too was safe and then giggled when she said she loving the feeling of him tricking out of her butt.
Jack called his office to say he wasn't coming back and then inviting Jean to shower with him. It was a randy shower that ended up with sex the old fashioned way, front door style but standing. After, they had lasagna leftovers, eaten cold and right out of the pan washed down with Chianti poured into water glasses. They finished the bottle as they talked, they soon realized the only thing they had in common was the sex. Jean wondered if you could build a relationship on sex alone. As Jack held her hand leading her back to his bedroom all she could think was, "God I hope so." |
85 | Afternoon Delightful Fuck | MaxineAshley | Anal | 2018-02-02 | 2018-02-02 | 2022-01-08 09:49:40 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/afternoon-delightful-fuck | Bored and lustful and wanting to be fucked! | ['Anal', 'Anal Sex'] | 3.83 | One day I just felt so alone, not knowing what to do, all my friends were busy and I was so bored.
I was on Facebook looking at people's posts and kept seeing a face I found so attractive and wondered what it would be like to fuck him?
I saw he was online and sent a casual "hi"!
He responded really quickly like he had been waiting to hear from me.
"Hi, how are you today?" He replied.
"I'm so bored, I need someone to have a bit of fun with!" I sent as I bit on my lip wondering what he would say?
A couple of minutes later he replied "I need someone to have fun with too!"
A smile spread across my face, I could feel the whole feelings of excitement travel over my body, and my cunt tingle!
"I see from our profiles we aren't that far away from each other, fancy meeting up and seeing what happens?" I tapped away on my phones keyboard.
"Sounds good to me, let me travel over your way and meet you at a diner" was your response and the tingle in my cunt started to make me so wet and juicy.
I quickly got showered and slipped on a long dress, which showed off my figure without the need of any underwear, I just knew this was going to be a fantastic time together.
I combed my hair, touched up my lip gloss and left my apartment.
I walked to the diner, the sun was shining, the leaves of the trees blew in the slight breeze... yes... today was going to be a great fucking day!
As I approached the diner, I could see you sitting outside, your face even more stunning than the photos could portray, your arms showed the muscles I had seen on the posts.
You were so fucking handsome!
I needed to feel your skin against mine, your cock so deep inside my wet cunt, your lips on mine, or sucking my erect nipples.
I walked up to the table and said coyly "hi nice to meet you!" and I reached out my hand to shake yours. You stood up and to my delight you were the perfect height, "hi, great to meet you too!", instead of shaking my hand you put your warm arms around me, pulling me close into your body... wow, you are so gorgeous!
After what felt like a long time... god you smell so good... and I'm sure your hand slide down my back and noticed I had no knickers on... you stepped back and asked if I'd like a drink?
All I could do was nod and say "sparkling water please!"
And you ordered yourself a beer.
We sat down opposite each other smiling at each other, both with such intense lust for each other.
Even before the drinks arrived you had grabbed my hand and we quickly walked away towards to local park.
I looked up at you straight into those gorgeous eyes, "when I said I was up for fun you knew I meant I wanted to fuck you didn't you?"
You nodded and that oh so beautiful smile beamed on your face!
"Thank god you knew that is what I meant as I didn't know how I was going to approach the subject"... I must of sounded so stupid as you started to laugh!
"I'm so pleased you knew what I meant too! I have been looking at your profile for ages wanting to meet you and make love to you for ages!" You replied.
I threw my arms around your neck and kissed you like I had never kissed you like I had never kissed anyone before, I was so hungry for you, to taste you, to feel you deep inside me.
Your arms were all over me, and I knew you felt the same!
"I live just around the corner, let's go back to my place!"
You nodded, and as fast as we could we got to the building, through the door, up the stairs, through my front door and to the bedroom.
We kissed even more passionately, and you slipped my dress off, and began kissing my neck, kissing my breasts, sucking my nipple, gently inserting your finger into my cunt, perfectly fingering me... fuck me.. you are so good at this... my breathing starts to get shallower... oh fuck me.. I'm starting to cum... Oh my fucking god!
I quickly move away.. I want you to cum inside me!
I pull your top off over your head, unbuckle your belt, unzip your jeans, and put my hand on your cock!
It's exactly how I imagined!
Nice and wide, perfect length.. I kneel in front of you and take your swollen cock in my mouth, I ripple my tongue, I suck you deep into my mouth, enjoying the feeling of your veins, and the slightly salty taste, I move my head backwards and forwards as I hold onto your hips, I moan with so much pleasure... I love the feeling of your perfect cock in my mouth, and slowly I allow my teeth to graze along the shaft as I take it out of my mouth so that I can suck your balls, I take one in my mouth as I massage the other one, so perfect in shape, so good to feel in my mouth!
After a while I look into your eyes and you sense I want you to fuck me so hard in my cunt!
You help me up and we move over to the bed!
You ask me to get on all fours so that you can fuck me doggy style, and I giggle as I position myself, and gasp as I feel your hard swollen cock enter my wet cunt, you hold my hips and thrust deep into me that we start to make slapping noises as our bodies meet!
This is so much better than I could ever imagined!
Only one more thing could make this even better!
"Do you like doing anal?" I ask, and you say you love it.
"Fuck my ass so hard and finger my cunt!" I say.
You slide out of my cunt covered in my wet juices and slide perfectly into my ass, and as asked you start fingering my cunt!
Oh my fucking god... I don't want this to end...
You keep thrusting, and I my cunt starts to spasm as the heat from my orgasm goes through my stomach like a powerful burning heat... I can feel you slowing down and your cock starts to throb... you remove it and cum all over my back.. the warm wetness feels so wonderful against my skin!
My cum slides down my thighs as it gushes out of me... never have I had so much cum out of me before.
We both fall onto the bed and catch our breathes! And look into each other's eyes... knowing this is the start of a wonderful fucking sexual relationship! |
86 | Afternoon Nap Interrupted | sirhugs | Anal | 2012-07-09 | 2012-09-06 | 2022-01-08 09:49:41 | 4 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/afternoon-nap-interrupted | 1. What if someone blew him while he naps? 2. Turnabout is fair play on older guy's couch. 3. Ride'em cowgirl! 4. After which her ass was no longer virgin. | ['Barely Legal', 'Bend Over', 'Bent Over', 'Couch', 'Exhibitionism', 'Mature', 'Older Man', "Son'S Friend", 'Waking Up', 'Younger Woman'] | 4.49 | "I can always just nap the afternoon away," Dennis told his two sons as they headed out around noon, one to work, the other to have fun with the usual cohort of chums.
His older son had expressed concern that Dennis was down to his last unread book, and had suggested that Dennis go to the library. Dennis saw this as concern that he was becoming a bit of a hermit, but as always he laughed it off.
His house was the magnet for both sons' friends, even though they were young adults. Someone always seemed to be fixing a car in the driveway; tossing a Frisbee; playing the latest video game, or something, right up to sleeping over. Dennis could have claimed a quiet afternoon was overdue, but everybody knew he loved the joyous noise, and was always up to grill up a mess of burgers for the gang.
The very thought made Dennis smile, mostly about how he always wore his apron loose so that his anatomical reaction to the bouncy eighteen to twenty-five year old hotties frolicking on his lawn was hidden. Yes, Dennis reflected, more than just the noise was joyous. Truth be told, he had woken up with morning wood more than once speculating about how a particular pair of barely legal tits might feel, or how another lass might taste. Often, he climaxed with imagined images of pony-tailed bikini babes dancing in his brain - on their knees, their delicate fingers caressing his shaft, their lips tentatively kissing the tip of his hard cock, and then the virginal image sliding aside, their wantonness exposed as they swallow his cock whole, milking his cum.
About two in the afternoon, those sort of thoughts were once again dancing through Dennis' brain as he lazed on the couch, some cooking show unwatched on the TV, the book falling open on his belly. His last conscious thought was the recognition that his cock was getting turgid. "Not a bad chubby for an old guy," he mumbled as he dozed off.
The next thing Dennis sensed was his sweatpants sliding down, his hips reacting by rising just enough to facilitate the movement, his fat cock lolling half hard on his thigh. He felt two, or maybe three fingers tentatively explore his meat, first just a touch, then a rubbing of the silky outer layer of skin along the inner hardness, and finally, tracing all along the length, up to the underside of his swollen helmet, startling him with a fingernail along the frenulum, that tiny flap linking head to shaft.
His body shivered, but he resisted opening his eyes, in case it was all a dream, or, even worse, it might be real, but he might frighten off a shy lass, who perhaps was acting out a dare thinking he was asleep. As the fingers grew more confident, hefting his rigid prick, encircling it and stroking, Dennis began to wonder which of his sons' friends it might be. Quickly, he decided it really didn't matter much whether it was the freckled eighteen year old red head, or the twenty something curvy blonde physics major- they were all of age, and one mouth was as good as another, when it came to cock sucking, though of course talent might vary.
A big question was where she had come from, how she had come to be in his living room. All of the girls had left with his son, he was sure. Unless the guys had miscounted, and left one passed out on the bed, behind the rec room couch, or in the shower, she must be just a figment of his imagination.
Still, his hand stopped to brush along the curve of his middle aged belly. If it was more than a dream, best not to interrupt. If it was just imagination, so far it was doing a good job.
Dennis felt ragged breathing bathing his flesh, as if the young woman was uncertain about this task, but still driven by curiosity, desire or both- excited and anxious all at once.
He felt the soft caress of loose hanging long hair across his thighs, brushing his ball sac.
Tender, moist lips came to rest above his stiff cock and then slid swiftly over and over the helmet of his dick. Dennis could almost hear the girl thinking that if she hesitated she would chicken out. He considered reaching to stroke her head, but realized that this would make it obvious that he was awake, possibly scaring her away.
He felt air around his mushroom again as she pulled her mouth off, but then her lips planted gentle kisses the tip of his cock. She began licking long slow strokes along its underside and around the head before taking Dennis back into her mouth.
This time, she did not hesitate. Her warm, wet mouth began frantically bobbing up and down the length of his shaft, her hand stroking his balls, and then her fingers encircling his root, stroking up his length in tempo with her sucking, so that her palm covered his shaft as soon as her lips released it, and then reversing the process.
Dennis heard a groan, which he thought came from the girl. As her lips quivered around his cock, she brought her tongue up to lick the slit on his tip meat and he thought he felt a piercing clicking against the tender underside of his helmet. His brain immediately trying to calculate which girls in his sons' group had pierced tongues. This distraction was probably a good thing, because it slowed his otherwise imminent climax. It was a long time since Dennis had a blow job, and he wasn't sure if he had ever had one this good.
He revelled in the sensation of those sweet moist lips bathing his cock as they pleasured him with slow, delicate strokes, the girl's hungry mouth gently sucking on the head, and then sliding her tongue - now he could tell it definitely was studded - all around his shaft, paying extra attention to his swollen vein. The stimulation of the metal against the vein was new to Dennis, it made his lust burn hotter.
"Fuck, yes, just like that," he wanted to scream out loud, but he caught the words before they left his mind, still afraid to spoil the dream, if that was all it was, or to frighten off the girl, although she now seemed to be fully committed to her task.
She pulled her lips off his cock, planting kisses inside his thighs as she stroked his pulsating organ in her fist. It seemed that she could not get enough of his cock. She flicked her tongue stud over the slit again.
Dennis felt his precum coating her lips as they settled over the tip of his organ. He felt his hips rise up off the couch, his meat slowly driving past her soft lips by moving his hips up and penetrating into her sweet wet mouth. She grunted as her lips opened, gasping for a breath when his shaft was about half buried inside her hungry throat. He did not stop thrusting, feeling his cock fully engulfed by her wetness. Her fingers wrapped around his scrotum, kneading his roiling balls.
'How long since I've fucked anyone this hot?' Dennis asked himself.
He could not remember the last time. It was a like fucking a juicy cunt as her muscles milked him from root to tip until he felt his balls tighten hard against his groin, a sure sign that he was about to burst. Surely, the girl must have felt it too, the way his cock was expanding even fatter inside her cheeks and throat. Dennis hoped that she liked the taste of gism, and wouldn't gag or sputter, and, especially, that she would not pull her mouth off his cock until he had pumped his great gobs of goo into her throat.
She did not disappoint. No sooner had he thought this than she bobbed her mouth tight into the nest of his pubes, snaking a finger under his ass, pushing past his sphincter, and caressing his prostate, a sure fire trick which made him unloaded into her throat. She took it like a pro, locking her lips tight around his root as she swallowed the gism down into her belly, filling her up so full that Dennis could feel it as it coated her throat, tonsils and tongue. Despite his massive discharge the girl did not gag.
More quickly than he had dreamt was possible, Dennis had fired his final last shot into her mouth. She kept right on swallowing, her cheeks hollowing around his shaft as the thick, salty liquid exploded down her throat. He might have imagined that he felt a small trickle of his sperm leaking from the corner of her mouth into his pubic hair.
Dennis suddenly realized that as he climaxed, he had grabbed handfuls of the young woman's hair, holding her face against his lap. He opened his eyes and released his grip, letting her mouth off of his cock.
Kneeling on the floor was Sophie, one of his younger son's sweetest little friends - a tiny girl, all red hair and freckles, with a lithe athletic body. He recalled that she was about nineteen as she gasped for air before looking up at him, wide grin on her freckled face, her tongue scooping the last bit of his cum from her finger into her mouth.
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87 | Afternoon Surprises | KittyHall | Anal | 2020-11-18 | 2020-11-18 | 2022-01-08 09:49:42 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/afternoon-surprises | Coming home early leads to surprising and sexy discoveries. | ['Anal', 'Butt Plug', 'Dildo', 'Experimenting', 'Lube', 'Secret', 'Toys', 'Voyeurism', 'Watching'] | 3.86 | **Afternoon Surprises**
My last meeting of the day has been cancelled, and I am determined to make the most of my unexpected few hours. Heading to the toilets to freshen up before heading home, I impulsively wriggle out of my knickers so I can enjoy the fresh spring breeze gently drifting up my skirt, teasing me every step of the way. The novel sensation sends ripples of desire through my body, making my pussy wet. The delicate breeze is like a gentle tongue teasing my moist lips with featherlight kisses. And the wetter I get the more intense the sensation becomes, triggering wave after wave of X rated thoughts. I begin to plan all the things I want to do to Will when I get home, things I want him to do to me...
By the time I reach the front door I am so turned on I have to take a moment to compose myself, to control my excitement, stop myself from rushing in and not making the most of this golden opportunity. I slip my key into the lock and quietly let myself in, hoping to maintain the element of surprise.
Pausing in the hallway, I smooth my skirt over my hips, savouring the twin sensations of the feel of the silky soft fabric under my fingertips and its cool caress against the bare flesh beneath. I glance in the mirror, and, as I undo an extra button on my shirt and adjust my breasts to accentuate my cleavage, I notice the rising colour in my cheeks and matching flush of excitement creeping across my chest. As a final flourish I shake my hair free from the sleek, professional bun I wear for work and allow the chestnut coloured waves to tumble over my shoulders.
From music blaring for upstairs, I guess Will is working in his study. Smiling in anticipation of his response, I make my way upstairs, careful to avoid the third step from the top as I know its loud creak is better than an intruder alarm, even over Will's loud music. As I reach the study door I am surprised to realise that the music is coming not from behind the closed door in front of me, but from our bedroom down the hall. As I tiptoe towards the open door I try to picture Will's face, imagine his surprise when he sees me, hears the plans I have for us this afternoon.
But I am the one taken by surprise.
Will's naked silhouette -- his strong, broad shoulders, that firm bum that I can never resist playfully biting, those long muscular thighs --all as familiar to me as my own reflection. But the scene in front of me is something new. I freeze, unable to tear my eyes away, a strange heady blend of shock and arousal clouding my brain as I watch, the details imprinting on my mind. I have a vivid imagination, have pictured Will in many different positions and situations, but this... There was never any hint, any suggestion this might be something he would want. Had I missed something? Or was it a secret he was keeping from me?
Confused by what I have just witnessed, I retrace my steps, pausing to grab my shoes and bag as I slip out of the house. In a daze of mixed emotions I wander aimlessly, a strange blend of confusion and arousal clouding my thoughts. The sight of my favourite café bar snaps me out of my reverie, and I decide to find a quiet corner where I can have a much needed drink and try to order my thoughts.
I settle myself at a table in the corner where I can sit undisturbed as I try to make sense of all I have just witnessed. My glass of wine arrives and I take a large gulp; I barely taste it as it flows down my throat, but the familiar sharpness registers somewhere in my brain and grounds me. I take another drink -- just a sip this time -- and begin to replay the images seared onto my memory.
The towel was the first thing that struck me as out of place; not the incongruity of it being spread on the bed, but that I recognised it as an old one I had shoved to the back of the cupboard, kept only for emergencies like mopping up a spill or a flood. Momentarily irritated by the fact it was probably dusty and potentially leaving marks on the pristine white bedding I had changed just that morning, I almost forget lost my train of thought. Almost, but not quite. Because as I turn my mind's eye to the towel I remember that laid out on top of it was a selection of sex toys.
Butt plugs and dildos in a variety of sizes, colours and textures, and, judging by the glistening sheen of lube, many of them had been recently used. There were vibrators too -- small, powerful bullet type toys that could be used to enhance the effects of the butt plugs. The thought of all those toys and the potential pleasure they represent reignites the flame of desire burning deep inside of me. I shift in my seat, squeezing my thighs together in an attempt to relieve the increasing throbbing sensation in my pussy. As I mentally scan the array of toys I realise one of them is familiar -- an implausibly large dildo I won at a hen party a few years ago, that, after one trial use, has languished, forgotten, at the back of my underwear drawer.
Watching him reach for this toy -- long, imposingly wide, and rippled with ridges -- I take in a sharp breath of apprehension. Memories of how it stretched me to the limit flash through my mind, and I wonder how it will feel for him. He coats it liberally in lube, stroking it firmly, much as he would his own cock. I imagine his face, smiling at the sensation of his slick hand slipping smoothly over the ridges, judging the distance between them, anticipating the sensation of each one progressively easing inside him. Adjusting his position a little, he reaches round and tilts forward, and guides the dildo to his well lubricated asshole. Teasing himself open with increasing pressure, he slowly lowers his hips and eases the dildo, inch by inch, inside him. He pauses, lifts up a little, and slides a little deeper this time. I feel myself relax with him, sense the intense pressure of the solid shaft as he pauses once again to accustom himself the unfamiliar girth.
Slightly surprised by how aroused I am now the initial shock has worn off, I let the scene play out in my mind as I sip my wine, idly wondering If the corner is dark enough for me to get away with touching myself. I order another glass of wine and settle back to mentally enjoy the rest of the show.
I was surprised just how deep he was going, but still he slid down. I couldn't see his face from my vantage point, but from his body language I could imagine the expression of ecstasy on his face. The way his head is thrown back, his whole body taught as he holds back his orgasm is unmistakable; this inanimate toy was giving him something I can't.
Bringing my mind back to the present, I try to think a little more rationally about the situation. We have always been open to trying new things together, so why should this be any different? Maybe it is just a private pleasure for Will, but it could be something for us to explore together. If I could give him what he needed, what he truly desired... But did I want this? Could this be something I could enjoy too? I enjoy giving him pleasure, is this really any different? And would I -- could I -- enjoy it?
The more I think about it, the more keen I am to explore this idea (and not just because I am very horny and a little tipsy -- I think maybe that just helped to open me up to the idea). I wanted to fill him, stretch him, stimulate him like I had seen him do. Just thinking about the possibilities gives me a strange sense of power; not to control, but to give Will pleasure in a way I never had before.
So I decided to do a little research, maybe buy a few new toys for us to try together and give Will a sexy surprise.
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88 | Afterwork Playtime | explorerkitty | Anal | 2009-06-14 | 2009-06-14 | 2022-01-08 09:49:44 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/afterwork-playtime | Off duty officers explore their lust for each other. | ['Cops', 'Officers', 'Police'] | 4.19 | Alex had been on the force for more than 20 yrs. He'd been married and divorced twice thanks to his love for the job. For the past 6 months he'd been in charge of breaking in the new cadets in the field.
He'd been on ride-a-longs with Maddison several times this month, and it never failed to shock him at how strikingly beautiful she was. She had an amazing body. Her squared shoulders were strong, yet feminine. She had perfect 36C tits, a small waist and nice curvy hips. He played off his closeness as being a good teacher, but it was more because he found it hard to be away from her. He spent his time with her imagining what she was like in bed. It was her naked body that he conjured while pleasuring himself.
Maddison loved her job. Especially when she got to be in the field with Alex. He was so big. His arms ripped with muscle. To say the least he was built. She had once got a peak of him coming from the locker room without his shirt and she melted right there. Since then she couldn't keep her eyes off him. He'd caught her starring a few times and answered with a coy smile. When she caught him starring she would blush, swearing that he was undressing her with his eyes. Not that she minded.
Maddison made it a point to be close to Alex whenever she could. Slightly bumping his arms as she passed or accidentally letting her hand brush his when they were standing close. She would deftly pretend she didn't get the concept of detaining a suspect knowing he would show her by putting his hands all over her. She thoroughly enjoyed that. His big hands groping her. He was rough, like you would be with a suspect. But that was ok with her, she liked it rough. She could only imagine what sex would be like with him. So strong and controlling. She wanted him to control her, to punish her, to man-handle her.
Since they had to be professional on the job, their likeness for eachother was never brought up. Strictly business. Neither one knew of the others desires.
While running a standard patrol one day they began discussing a new case. Maddison was really into it. She touched his leg to express her point.
"I wish you wouldn't do that." said Alex
"Do what?"
He waved her off "Uh nevermind, it's my problem anyway."
"NO! What did I do?" asked Maddison.
"Well it's just when you touch me......eh forget it."
"You mean like this?" chuckled Maddison slowly walking her fingers up his leg.
Alex sucked in a sharp breath. "Don't tease Maddie, I can't take it."
"Oh sorry. Professional right. But ya know we're off in an hour, do I have to be professional after that?" she asked fleetingly.
"What are you saying Maddie? Is there something I should know?"
"Well I think you get the idea, but yeah Alex I guess you should know." She coughed out the words I WANT YOU hoping to hide her embarrassment.
"Are you serious?" Alex asked trying to hid his elation.
"Yeah I'm serious. I've wanted you since we first met. But ya know with work and all that BS about being professional I didn't know how to get my point across."
"Oh well, I think you've done a fairly decent job." Alex said while trying to hide the growing mass between his legs.
"So tonite then? Let's say my place at 7?" begged Maddison.
"Uh uh well...wow...yeah t-t-tonite sounds um perfect."
"Don't be nervous Alex...I'm not." she nearly squealed.
Alex showed up at her door at five minutes to seven. He was nervous. He'd imagined this a hundred times and couldn't control the racy pictures that flashed in his mind. With each one he could feel a tightening in his pants. With shaking hands he rang the doorbell. She answered before it stopped dinging. The door opened to her perfect smile. He was floored. She looked even better out of the uniform.
She checked him up and down and her smile widened when she saw the reaction in his pants. "Are you glad to see me?" she teased.
"Uh damn you look gorgeous! Yeah", he cleared his throat. "Yeah I'm glad."
She had dinner waiting on the table. It smelled delicious. She must have been cooking for hours. There were candles lit and a bottle of wine chilling next to 2 glasses.
"Well aren't you just the prim and proper hostess?" chided Alex
"Everything is ready, except well I will definately need you...I..I mean need your help with dessert."she said blushing.
They ate in silence both eagerly anticipating the direction the night had taken. Though no words were exchanged there was definate electricity in the air. The flirty looks she was giving him across the table made it hard for him to enjoy his meal. He wondered to himself how she knew that he liked lasagna. It was his favorite. He could tell he was about to find a new favorite meal. Devouring that luscious body one nibble at a time.
She rose to take the dishes to the sink, but he was more interested in something else.
"Leave those. They'll be there when we're done." he said tugging her towards the bedroom.
He kissed her gingerly and she responded by tangling her fingers in his hair. As soon as they reached the bedroom her intensity incresed as if she was trying to distract him from something. He was surprised to see how prepared she was. There on the bedside table was a bottle of lube and an array of strange gadgets. This excited him even more.
"What are those?" he asked between kisses.
"Well those are my toys. I haven't done this in awhile and I thought these would help losen me up. I was hoping you would help with that. You don't mind do you?"
He smiled impishly and laid her back on the bed. He kissed her deeply as he started unbuttoning his shirt.
"Get undressed my pet." She moved quickly to lose every article of clothing.
It only took a moment of admiring her body before his pole was standing at full attention. He knelt between her legs and began exploring her warm mound with his tongue. She moaned and ground against his face when he plunged his tongue into her. He reached for a vibrator hoping to send her over the edge. But as he got close to her wet hole her shaky hand grabbed his wrist. She was shaking her head.
"No, please. I want it somewhere else first." she panted.
He froze. He couldn't hide his excitement. "You mean.....?" She was blushing again.
"Oh holy shit Maddie! You're too perfect!!!" His cock grew harder than he thought was possible. He used to lube to make the vibe nice and slick then slathered Maddie's round ass. He turned it on and slowly inserted about an inch into her. He felt her stiffen and then relax as she became more comfortable. He inched it deeper little by little enjoying the moans it produced. His strokes stayed pretty shallow so he didn't hurt her.
"MMMMMMmmmm that feels great baby, but I think that's enough of that for now." Alex's heart sank. "I want YOU to fuck my tight ass now."
In the blink of an eye Alex's pants were at his ankles. As he stepped out of them Maddie could see the bulge under his skivvies. It sent shivers through her.
"My god Alex, you're huge!!"
"It's only 9 inches love, it's not huge." smiled Alex
"I don't know if I can take it baby."
"Don't worry. I'll be gentle and slow while I stuff your ass." he said winking.
He coverd his dick with lube and began probing his way around her hole. He rocked and gently pushed at her opening until his bulbous head broke through the tight ring of muscles. She let out a cry of both pleasure and pain. He eased himself deeper and deeper relishing in the hot tight sheeth surrounding his cock. As she relaxed he started girating and moving further in until he was buried to the hilt in her constricting sphincter.
Her hands were clenched so tightly in the sheets he feared they might rip. Her jaw was clenched tight and her eyes nearly screwed shut. He could tell she wasn't in pain though. Her face was flushed and every once in awhile his movements caused a deep gutteral moan to escape from her lips. She met his every thrust with a thrust of her own, their hips meeting with a slap in the middle. She purred and bucked against him while he rubbed her sweet spot.
He could feel his load building from his toes and it made him pump harder and faster. It was exhilerating to be fucking her tight round ass. The more he focused on that the closer his heat got. He rocked faster and harder until he felt her body go rigid.
"AHHHH I'm cummin baby! M-M-More. MORE!!!! She screamed as she reached a deep orgasm.
With that he had no more. He lost control and felt his body spasm and convulse against her, releasing his sticky white spunk deep into her bowel. He rocked a few more times to make sure she was finished. With a final shudder the were both spent. He collapsed beside her breathless and sweaty. She curled herself into his side and whispered "No one has ever taken my ass before." He couldn't help but feel a bit smug at that.
"Hey hunny?" Alex whispered.
"Hmmm?"
" I didn't hurt you did I?" He got no response so that could only mean he had.
"Maddie?" She sighed deeply and started snoring quietly.
He layed awake for awhile replaying the events of the night. He had wanted so long to "know" her and now he did, in the most intimate way. He smiled and curled up behind her. He knew this wouldn't be the last time he would be with her like this. They both slept soundly until dawn broke thru her window. They dressed in silence knowing it would be hard to hide the previous nights encounter. They drove to work seperately and showed no interest in eachother once they got there. It was the only way not to let the whole presinct in on their steamy desires. |
89 | Ahhhhhhhhh! An Anal Invasion | libidinal | Anal | 2009-06-29 | 2011-10-22 | 2022-01-08 09:49:45 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/ahhhhhhhhh-an-anal-invasion | 1. She schemes to invade his ass with cock and fist. 2. Sharon describes how she and Carlos invaded Jimmy's ass. | ['Fisting', 'Hung', 'Mmf', 'Threesome'] | 4.47 | Sharon always found what she wanted. And what she wanted now was the sexiest dude imaginable, a horny bi stud who was drop-dead gorgeous, incredibly well- hung, had lots stamina, and whose massive cock was matched with a pair of balls loaded with tons of semen. She wanted this stud not only for herself, but for her boyfriend Jimmy. One thing they both loved as much as anyone could love anything was _cock!_ And when it came to cock, they were fussy. They liked their cocks extra-large, extra-hard, and beautifully shaped. And they expected the studs possessed of such cocks to know how to use their steely, oversized tools. They'd had some luck in the past, finding hot looking, hung, virile studs and enjoying some raw, blistering threesomes with them.
Maybe Sharon was becoming jaded. Now she didn't just want a good-looking, hung stud, who happened to be a great fuck. No. She wanted superman; she wanted supercock. She wanted a stud who was not just good looking, but an utter knockout, a cover boy. She craved a stud who was not simply hung, but who had a cock that was a real world-class show-stopper, a first prize winner at the best-of-cock show. She sought a stud who wasn't merely good in the sack, but who was an extraordinary sexual athlete, an Olympian of fucking. Yes, she wanted this stud for herself. But, even more, she wanted him for Jimmy. She didn't know quite why, but since that first time she and Jimmy invited a very well-endowed stud to their bed and she watched Jimmy and their guest suck and fuck each other, she became a demented addict of male-male sex. And why should anyone be surprised, she said to herself. After all, guys go freaky over sexy babes wolfing down each other's tender, creamy pussies, and all that other lustful Sapphic play. So why shouldn't she feel that man-on-man, cock-on-cock was one of nature's great spectacles?
And now after much searching, online, in clubs, asking around, Sharon had found her superman. His name was Carlos, a 24 year old Cuban Adonis from Miami Beach. She found him, she secured his services, and now here he was in Sharon's condo, living up to all the expectations.
Jimmy watched excitedly as Sharon and Carlos went at it. Sharon a gorgeous hottie with the perfect body, raw, blazing lust written all over her, and sleekly muscled, deeply tanned Carlos, the Latino stud with that monstrously thick, impossibly long twelve inch cock. And here the two of them were, fucking, Sharon with her sexy moves, Carlos with his stunning cock and raw fuck power. Both of them in extreme heat now as they screwed, glistening with sweat, writhing like a pair of overheated animals, Sharon on her back, her legs scissored around Carlos's waist, clinging to him, bucking up to meet his deep thrusts; or riding him athletically, her tits bouncing, grinding down hard, eager to get as much cock inside her as she could, glazed with a fine film of sweat from the effort. Their fucking was so wild, looked so intensely carnal, so intensely arousing to Jimmy, so alluring, so beautiful to witness as he watched every deft, passionate move, listened to those sounds of erotic joy and sensual bliss and blazing animal carnal passion -- the moans and groans, the sighs, finally the howls of pleasure. Watching, watching intently, as he slowly stroked his own impressive, steel hard, ultra-excitable cock!
Finally Carlos pulled out of Sharon after she had cum yet again (how many was that? three? four? five, maybe?), but warned Carlos to hold back, not to cum yet. Sharon just collapsed and caught her breath, panting, still glossy with the sweat of the most wonderful sort of exertion, pure, wild, athletic fucking. Carlos stood, that spectacular tool sticking up at a forty-five degree angle from the flat, hard abdomen. Sharon and Jimmy couldn't keep their eyes off the stud. What an amazing specimen of raw male allure and fuck power! That sleek, muscled, tan-toned body, the six pack, the smooth, perfect thighs and buttocks, that big, tight beautiful package of his sperm-packed balls. And, of course, the main attraction -- that cock, that dick, that penis, that magnificent prick, that astoundingly huge erection -- twelve spectacularly thick inches of sublimely sculpted male perfection, hard as steel, thick as a beer can, hot to the touch, a beacon, an icon of utter virility! A cock to crave, a cock to worship! Superman with supercock!
Now Sharon winked at Jimmy, a sweet but sassy and lewd smile lighting up her pretty face. And Jimmy knew just what that wink and smile were telling him as he 'assumed the position,' getting up on elbows and knees, sticking out that ass of his for Sharon just the way she liked to see it stuck out, his body sleek and sinewy, his bare, perfect bottom lewdly exposed like a (male) slut in heat, reaching under himself to manhandle his impossibly aroused and alive steely cock
"Mmmmmmmh," Sharon purred, approaching Jimmy, pressing her hands to his exposed ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Jimmy knew that his puckered asshole was now vividly exposed, on view to Sharon and to Carlos, who watched keenly, stroking himself, his eyes and Sharon's both focused on that hole of Jimmy's like two pairs of lasers. And then Jimmy felt it, felt Sharon's soft lips pressing against the rubbery, puckered sphincter, kissing his anus, kissing it again and again and again. So sexily, so lovingly, so teasingly. And he knew that kiss was just the beginning. Then Jimmy felt something else, felt Sharon's tongue, wet, warm and slippery, as she began to lick his hole. He closed his eyes and purred like a cat, greedy for the contact, pushing back against her tongue, craving the expert rimming. He knew just how much Sharon loved to lick his ass, and was aware of what would be coming next. He'd felt it many times himself, and had watched as Sharon did the same to studs and sluts and their bottoms, curling her tongue and digging in, snaking it into their sphincters as she was now snaking it into Jimmy's. Sharon, always so hungry for the taste of ass. Then she pulled away and turned to Carlos, licking her lips.
"Jimmy has such a hot ass, Carlos, he loves to have it kissed and licked. And, man, is he ever going to love to have it fucked! Fucked by your amazing twelve inch cock. You took my pussy to paradise, now it's time to take Steve's ass to heaven! Come over here."
Sharon grabbed hold of the stunning shaft, the shaft that had plowed her cunt and powered her pleasure so sensationally for the past half hour.
Jimmy groaned and shivered as Sharon, taking hold of the Cuban's thick log, pressed his cockhead against Jimmy's glistening, well-licked ass. God fucking damn! To Jimmy it felt as though she were pressing a warm billiard ball against his asshole. Sharon smiled as Jimmy swayed his ass like a whore greedy for a big cock invasion; she knew exactly what to do next.
"Get up there and let Jimmy suck your dick while I get his slut ass ready for you," Sharon hissed as the Latin knelt in front of Jimmy's face, waving the thick wand at him. Jimmy had already sucked that cock plenty, sucked it before Carlos had fucked Sharon with it, sucked it so hungrily that his lips already ached from having so eagerly engulfed so much thickness. But he was happy now to again wrap his lips around the hard penis, creamy now from Sharon's cunt, tasting and smelling of her. Sharon couldn't help smiling to herself. God, she loved to watch Jimmy suck cock. She knew how much he liked to go down on a stud. And also knew that he'd never been lucky enough to manage to stuff quite this much hard male meat in his hungry, cocksucking mouth. Of course few men or women had, except those lucky enough to have found Carlos as their playmate and his cock as their ticket to penis paradise.
As Jimmy sucked happily, Sharon picked up a fresh tube of lubricating jelly and slapped a big dab of it into Jimmy's crack, spreading it around and greasing him up. Greasing him up for a serious ass fuck.
"Okay, ready," she said, wagging a finger at Carlos, who pulled away from Jimmy's hungry lips and joined Sharon behind Jimmy's ass. Now Sharon took the Cuban's shaft in her hand again and slowly eased that mammoth cock of his right up Jimmy's ass. She worked it in slowly and steadily, inch... by... thick... inch! Sharon's eyes were glued to the spectacular sight, Jimmy's asshole forced open, stretching obscenely as the thick pole began to enter and fill him. Jimmy gasped, stunned by the awesome sensations, almost seeing stars as the huge cock entered his ass and Carlos started to fuck him in earnest, with Sharon urging, cheering him on. Cheering him on as she held Jimmy wide open for the stud's obscenely huge prick, watching Jimmy's asshole dilate to what seemed to be the limits as it clenched, wrapped itself around the spectacular girth of the Latin's almost unbelievably oversized cock.
"Fuck his ass, Carlos, fuck it, you stud!!!!" she hissed. Carlos did just that, fucking him hard as Jimmy pushed backed greedily against the Latin's rough thrusts, wanting every thick inch, wanting the entire foot-long length of cock, right down to the balls. Carlos held on to his hips and just drove it in. He was really slamming it inside Jimmy, fast and furious, ramming the shaft into his ass, burying it deep! Reaming out his rectum, invading his cock-craving male ass! Goddamn, Sharon said to herself, watching. Two rugged studs fucking! What could top that?
And god-fucking-damn! Jimmy said to himself as he felt the tip of the Latin's cock so deep in his guts, in the hot, humid depths of his mancunt. Sharon just pulled back to gaze, entranced by the stunning spectacle, strumming her clit, watching two sexy, sleek, naked men rutting, sodomizing! Their bodies glistened with sweat as they fucked really hard, like two seasoned sex jocks whose main sport was ass fucking. Sharon watched, listened to Carlos pound, hammer it inside Jimmy. Watched that mammoth prick disappear up Jimmy's ass as Carlos forced every inch inside, his big, full balls mashing against Jimmy's, his hard muscled thighs slapping loudly against Jimmy's hard ass as he hammered home his battering ram, unspooled the spectacular rectal invasion. Jimmy turned to look back at Sharon, his eyes sparkling with volcanic lust, licking his lips like a cock-crazed animal as he just kept taking it and taking it, taking it up the ass!
"Up your ass, baby, up your ass! Big, big dick up your ass!" Sharon hissed lewdly, her eyes glazed with an almost insane lust now, a scorching carnal joy.
God, yes! Jimmy loved it! Loved that Sharon was there watching, watching him get fucked. Fucked up the ass by this muscled, hugely hung Latin stud. Soon they could hear the telltale groaning from Carlos as he hammered it in hard, digging his big hands into Jimmy's hips, sweat pouring off him, his eyes closed, his mouth open, his hard body taut now, poised for pleasure and release. And now Jimmy could feel it, feel the massive cock start to throb and quiver inside him as Carlos went right over the edge. And then... then, for Jimmy, the amazing sensation of Carlos cumming, blasting his load, shooting jet after jet off hot cum deep inside Jimmy's ass! Fucking him, unloading inside him. Jimmy could feel every squirt, every spurt, every ejaculation! Sharon looked on in amazement, knowing that every twitch of Carlos's jerking body signaled another spurt, another ejaculation into Jimmy's ass. Would Carlos ever stop? He just kept shooting and shooting. What a fucking amazing cum, Sharon said to herself as she watched Carlos fill Jimmy with his sperm, his creamy semen! To Sharon it was like her boyfriend was being given a sperm enema and Carlos's mammoth twelve inch cock was the nozzle! Then, finally, ever so slowly, Carlos began to pull out, pull out every thick inch from Jimmy's cock-and-cum loaded ass.
Jimmy could feel the cool air on his hot, raw asshole now, and knew that hole was gaping wide open from the awesome ass fuck he'd just received. Carlos's load inside him was so bountiful that it started to drip out of his open hole, Sharon and Carlos gazing at that well-fucked sphincter, leaking, drooling, dripping sperm! Sharon knew that Jimmy loved showing off like this, showing off that lusty just-fucked ass, spilling semen now.
Now it was Sharon's turn. With a knowing, lewd smile on her face, her eyes bright, she sauntered over behind Jimmy as he knelt there, still on all fours, his gaping asshole in full view, still leaking cum. Sharon lifted a hand and waved it in the air, Jimmy looking over his shoulder at her, knowing what was about to come, Carlos still in the dark.
"Watch this, Carlos," she said to the Latin stud as she teasingly ran her fingertips up and down the crack between Jimmy's cheeks, lingering at the steamy open hole. Then, with one bold move, she slid in three of her fingers, waiting a moment before she added a fourth.
Jimmy gasped out loud as he felt those fingers bunch up and enter his ass. First four, and then the thumb.
"Keep watching, Carlos," Sharon cackled, looking over at the stud, "you just fucked this ass with your huge tool, now watch me _fist_ it!"
A smile curled up on Carlos's face, that smile meeting Sharon's own, the two of them co-conspirators in this spectacular anal invasion of Jimmy's bottom. Jimmy was panting, crazed with pure, raw ass lust by this point. First his ass had been rimmed and greased by Sharon, then fucked wide open by the Cuban's insanely thick cock. Now, using Carlos's own sperm as some extra lube, the sperm filling Jimmy's ass and leaking out of it, Sharon corkscrewed her five fingers into Jimmy until, suddenly her full hand popped into his ass, Jimmy letting out a husky groan.
Damn, did Sharon ever love the sight in front of her eyes now: Jimmy's asshole wrapped tightly around her wrist, clenching it. It was hot and clammy inside there, Sharon's hand sitting in a pool of Jimmy's slippery cum. For a long time she had wanted to fist Jimmy's ass and had tried, managing five fingers, but not the full hand, not up to the wrist. But with Jimmy just having been reamed open by this stunningly thick cock, now was a perfect opportunity to do it. Sharon's slim wrist was probably narrower than Carlos's fat cock, but the fist she had just forced up that ass of Jimmy's was probably wider. Anyway, Jimmy sure wasn't complaining. Not at all. He was just gasping and groaning and flailing his head like the lust-crazed ass whore he had now become. Like a wild, possessed man, he pushed back against Sharon's probing hand as he had pushed back against Carlos's cock, wanting more, more, more... wanting it _deeper, deeper, deeper!_ All Jimmy knew was that he craved to have that horny bottom of his stuffed and pounded and hammered! _Fucked and fisted!_ He couldn't get enough!
"Hey Carlos? Why don't you get up by Jimmy's face, turn around, and feed him that sexy ass of yours," Sharon said, piledriving that fist of hers up Jimmy's ass. Carlos had just unloaded heavily, fucking Jimmy, but Sharon knew he was one virile specimen. So maybe some of Jimmy's expert tongue work would help rouse that cock of Carlos's for a second round.
Carlos moved into position. The focus had been on his huge cock. Now Jimmy would get a chance to have a taste of his sexy Latin ass. Jimmy stared at that tan, smooth, muscled ass as Carlos reached back to hold himself wide open for Jimmy. And now, as Sharon kept driving her fist deeper and deeper into Jimmy's slimy, semen-filled rectum, she looked straight ahead to watch Jimmy snake his tongue into the Cuban's crack, into his anal groove, and start to rim his hot, sexy, male ass! Sharon cherished the moment. Her hand all the way up Jimmy's slutty bottom, using the Latin stud's semen as lotion with which to massage Jimmy's walls, she happily watched Jimmy eat up the stud's asshole, his tongue working away furiously. And now Sharon wanted something else, she wanted Jimmy's cock. So she reached around with her free hand and took hold of it, not surprised at how fucking hard it was. Jimmy gasped as he felt her deft fingers on his aching flesh. No one stroked his cock with the same sensual finesse that came second nature to Sharon. Jimmy was in heaven -– a fist up his ass, an ass in his face, dancing fingers stroking his cock in a perfect motion, with just the right pressure, just the right rhythm.
Jimmy kept himself on the edge. He couldn't get enough, first enough of the Cuban's cock and his deep, hard ass fucking, and now enough of Sharon's fisting and stroking. But pretty soon Sharon's sensual, sexy hand motion was just too much for Jimmy, and took him right over the edge, his cock throbbing and pulsating insanely, spurting ribbons and ropes of cum everywhere, even spurting and spraying it over Carlos's own ass as he kept licking him, now lapping up his own cum off the sexy Latino's ass, Sharon watching the lewd display with amazement, Jimmy's cock still throbbing wildly in her hand, still unloading. Also throbbing was his asshole, quivering around Sharon's forearm, her fist deep inside Jimmy's ass, well past her wrist, halfway to her elbow. Could it be any hotter than this, she asked herself minutes later, finally pulling her slippery, sperm-coated hand out of Jimmy's ass, Jimmy and Sharon and Carlos now collapsing into a pile, their bodies fusing, sweaty, sticky with cum, The Cuban's cock starting to thicken again. Could it possibly be hotter? _FUCK NO!!!!!!_
... should the trio go another round? Send feedback and ideas if you think so. Especially want to hear from the "Sharons" of the world....
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90 | Ah! Alex, My Ass Is All Yours! | BITE_my_ASS | Anal | 2001-11-19 | 2001-11-19 | 2022-01-08 09:49:44 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/ah-alex-my-ass-is-all-yours | Kinky foreplay to an anal invitation earns standing ovation. | ['Ah! Alex', 'Alex', 'Cotton Panties', 'Dance Floor', 'Deep Inside', 'Leather Belt', 'My Ass Is All Yours!'] | 2.9 | Kinky Ai flounced boldly through the doors past the burly bouncers who always garnished the portals of Xana Du Delight Club. She was a very petite Japanese woman, approximately 24 years old but could easily pass for an 18-year-old. Her long, thick, jet-black hair was tied tightly into two braids with little "Hello-Kitty" berets. Her eyes were an exotic shade of ebony, dark as pools of midnight lust. With each step her size-34-C breasts strained against her tight, diaphanous, sailor-suited blouse, her naughty nipples thrusting boldly through the braless wisps of fervid fabric, her pleated blue skirt barely hiding her cherry-and-hearts patterned cotton panties with the spot of dampness where her lower lips licked wetly against the cloth that barely restrained her voracious vagina.
Her attire resembled a Japanese high school student uniform except for the curious addition of a wide leather belt with an odd appendage that concealed her sweat treat. She let out a giggle as she turned to pull her tall American boyfriend in through the doors. Alex, following closely behind, was slightly older, 28, dressed somewhat conservatively as though he should be carrying a briefcase to an insurance office instead of being led into a hedonistic club by an uninhibited vixen. He walked slowly across the room surveying the crowd as she guided their progress towards the dance floor. You could tell in the way they moved that he was a bit of a solitary person while Ai had more than enough spunk for the both of them. He had dark features, his eyes a deep brown, hair an almost pitch black. You could see his warmth in his smile as he watched his girl prance about. You could see how horny Ai was by the way she loved to flirt and lift her skirt.
They were obviously there together, but their attentions were blatantly on different objectives. Alex was there to hang out, butt Ai was there to get laid in public by her lusty lover.
Alex reflected on what Ai had said to him during their telephone editorial conference the previous day when they had been discussing his upcoming contributions for Literotica, "While I'm waiting for those background descriptions from your potent pen, I'll just have to take you out dancing to some club near your home, timing my arrival at the airport so we rendezvous there at the peak of their carnal carnival, a wall-to-wall throng of lascivious pubescent animals writhing lustily together to the sensual beat of pounding jungle rhythms."
Meeting her outside the door, Alex had been somewhat surprised at Ai's costume, wondering with some apprehension whether the notoriously finicky bouncers would grant them admission; however, after Ai favored them with her sultriest look, their stony hearts melted mysteriously . . . (Well, you understand how Asian eyes open masculine hearts, Kinky Lovers!) and they were ushered into this abysmal Garden of Erotic Eden without delay. Ai paused a beat, so Alex could enter one pace behind her, his randy eyes feverishly caressing the charming curves primly padding her plush derriere, and he found his fancy wandering into torrid orgasmic orchards of forbidden fruit; he wondered whether later tonight he was gonna ram his l-o-n-g business between her buttocks and pillage her posterior passage.
"This is unavoidable, Alex." He seemed to hear her voice inciting him onwards with husky urgency. "Let's groan and bear it. Bite the ballocks. Get down to the nutty grotty. Fuck my fanny, and prove that you're a real he manny, not an emasculated mousy nanny." Shaking his head in bemused negation, Alex found his incredibly strong mind wavering before Ai's feminine wiles as she appealed simultaneously to logic and lust. "Consider our bondage to fulfilling each other's needs, Alex." Ai explained patiently as she knelt submissively before his fervent imagination, heinie humbly upraised towards his honorable cock, fingering her pussy, then spreading its juices lavishly upon that higher hole in blatant invitation. "I must sacrifice to you in order to feel fulfilled, so, though your reservations out of sensitivity to my lack of any carnal appetite for anal attack do great credit to your ability to restrain your baser masculine impulses in respect for your lover's dignity, you are thereby withholding me as well from my deep rooted need to undergo suffering for you. It won't hurt that much, will it? Let yourself go crazy, pounding, thrusting, squirting, gushing deep inside my ass
. Sure you'll hear me moaning and groaning, and you won't be able to kid yourself that it is from my lusty arousal because I've already stolen that prop from under you. Fully face your masterly subjugation of your slave. Wrest your pleasure from the sacrificial fires of my pain. Your giant cock jammed up my ass is a midget compared to our future love children who will force my vagina open far more widely when exiting from my womb wherein you will plant them. My pain is a minuscule distraction before my compelling longing to know your enjoyment of me like this. Please, Alex, please, why won't you fuck my ass hole?" He shakes off this line of thought for the nonce, none-the-less knowing in his heart now that Ai's right, and that he will be engaged later tonight in a rear-end rapine rutting upon his beloved kinky girlfriend and erotica editress some time and some place before finally reaching his apartment. It is their destiny. Ai's delectable derriere still sitting on his mind, Alex returns to contemplating how its beauty has been slightly obscured by her curious choice of clothing.
He wonders again why Ai has selected this quite unflattering belt with a strange flap of material hanging rather gracelessly down to cover her upper thighs, seemingly designed to perform some unknown function rather than form the most aesthetic frame for the picturesque pulchritude of her amatory anatomy as many alternative fashions she might have selected instead to arouse lust by accenting the appeal of her beguiling body could more easily have done. Alex feels certain that there is some libidinous logic to her bizarre fashion, but whatever can it be?
Once inside they quickly weave their way towards the crowded dance floor upon which couples are engaged in concupiscent mating rituals of funky frottage bathed in lurid flashing lights to music that openly sings the praises of and mimics the rhythms of furious, full-blown fucking. Ai pulls Alex's head down, turning so his ear nestles next to her moist mouth, half whispering half shouting those romantic words that he's been expecting to hear, "Alex, honey, you aren't wearing any underwear under those trousers, are you?" His lecherous leer confirms that, like, he's been a bad boy, or just what he thought she wanted, and he is expecting this to be rather good. Looking Alex over carefully, and smilingly fondling the ridge like bulge behind his fly with her bottomless black eyes, Ai prepares him for performance, "Loosen your belt just a bit, and let your pants hang about five centimeters lower on your hips, Alex baby, we're about to boogie." Ai's wish is his command, and within seconds he's ready to Rock-N-Roll. As she drops her cherry-and-hearts patterned cotton panties and kicks them wantonly aside, it doesn't take a rock-hit scientist to figure how his hard on is going to be concealed behind that screening veil of cloth hanging from the leather belt girdling her midriff as he docks his cock into her tunnel of love.
Establishing their territory on the dance floor with a few hip-swinging spins to clear out sufficient space, they cleave to each other in a passionate embrace as Alex's tongue plunges deep between her lips, simultaneously with his magnificent lower entry with all his many l-o-n-g horny centimeters of torridly tumescent, tart teasing truncheon, scarcely set free by her hands under the concealment of her draped dress, while his eager hands massage both cheeks of her ass preparing to squeeze her even closer at the now rapidly approaching moment when his sneeze of pecker snot will spasm forth to flood her yearning yoni.
Now amid that field of frenzied frottage upon which other couples dry fuck each other, some cumming behind segregating barriers of cloth, Alex and Ai are wet fucking, not with sweetly prolonged teasing of each other gradually building towards a frenzied finale, but beginning with a colossal crescendo of coital collisions and cresting upwards into an epic epiphany of erotic energy. A mere flap of fabric can no more hide what they are doing than clouds in the sky can prevent sunlight from illuminating their days. she wraps her legs high around his sweet back, letting her buns rest fully upon the palms of his strong hands.
Alex lifts Ai upwards and downwards in a counter rhythm to his deep, powerful pelvic thrusts as he effortlessly dances to the throbbing drum beat while she rotates her hips with the shimmering shake of a Tahitian dancer displaying all her artistry for her own dear lover. Others on the dance floor have stopped their intimate amorous actions to form a wide circle around Alex and Ai, and the MC shines a spotlight on them. Applause starts slowly, then begins building towards their spectacularly peaking climax accompanied by wild cheering. No one has the effrontery to interfere with them. It would be a sacrilege tantamount to a member of a Shakespearean audience leaping from the pits unto the Bard of Avon's exalted stage to restrain Romeo and Juliet from dying for love. This is a veritable Platonic ideal of sexual intercourse, an enactment of Eros, the god of love's, perfect performance for lover's everywhere to study and emulate.
Alex's ejaculation deep inside Ai is enormous, as definitive as the first ballistic missile launched in an attack that will utterly wipe life from the surface of our planet, yet as wonderful as that would be terrible, or rather so divine as to be beyond all reckoning of wonder or terror, good or evil, fucking awesome in the purity of its intensity. Sweat pouring down their faces and bodies drips onto the floor soon to be joined by splatters of gooey white jism mixed with pussy cum dripping out of Ai's cunny as Alex gently lowers her down to stand beside him in the middle of the dance floor. The applause never stops even when some irreverent couples, rushing heedlessly forwards to clasp their hands in congratulations, slip on the slime of their pool of sweat, cum and pussy juice to pratfall and lie properly prostate before their glory.
"Come on, Ai," Alex says, "let's get out of here before these fools begin hounding us for autographs." she cuddles lovingly against her masterful boyfriend, still suffused in the warm afterglow of their fan-fucking-tastic ecstasy. "Where will you take me next, Master Alex, and how?" She asks with a cute downwards glance of modesty. "Well, beloved Ai my darling soul mate and carnal consort," he informs her," I'm still working on where, but I think we both know now that it's gonna be your appealing anus that gets ravished next." Ai smiles back with eager submission. "Yes! My loving, go-for-the-gusto Alex, yes, please, yes!"
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91 | Ailis is Sold to His Lordship | Copious_Copulation | Anal | 2011-03-06 | 2011-03-15 | 2022-01-08 09:49:46 | 3 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/ailis-is-sold-to-his-lordship-ch-01 | 1. A young girl is sold unknowingly into sex slavery. 2. Ali has her first sexual experience with another woman. 3. Ali is punished and loses her anal virginity to MacLeod. | ['Anal Sex', 'Anal Virgin', 'Bondage', 'First Time Anal', 'Paddling', 'Spanking'] | 4.17 | Ailis Fionn Graham of Sutton, Ali for short, had been given by her parents to their landlord, his Lordship, the Ninth Duke of Sutton, one of the wealthiest land owners in the county, in exchange for their farm. She didn't mind. She was old enough to be out of the family home, and the money and land her family gained meant they wouldn't have to work so hard anymore, and her brothers could have an education.
She was well read enough, having spent the better portion of your young years reading from her benefactor's library when she wasn't helping her mother. She had lead a very sheltered life though and at 19 had never even lain with a man or kissed a boy. She had been told by her Lordship that this fact, in addition to her rare beauty, was why he had been willing to pay so much for her to her parents.
Her lack of lineage worked wildly in his favor as he neither had to explain himself nor marry her. He planned to take care of her for her lifetime however, and was quite fond of her, having watched her, from a paternal and landlord position, grow from a little girl into a stunning young woman. Her visits to his chateau had been regular for her reading materials, and he made sure that she always had access to the books for he saw no reason she should not enjoy some education in her life.
Their age was not so very far apart at he being 15 years her senior, and they had been fairly good friends all her life, so Ali was actually pleased that her family had been able to secure such a beneficial agreement for them all. She was unsure as yet what her position in the household was to be, but she was sure she could manage well no matter what as her mother had trained her well in the ways of cooking and cleaning, knowing that her future would entail some sort of work.
This being her mindset, she was taken aback when, upon her arrival at the chateau, she was taken not to the servant's quarters, but to a modest little cottage on the back acreage of the property. Set into the side of a mountain, with a lovely running stream beside it, the cottage was something from her dreams. She looked quizzically at the driver Duncan, who also knew her very well, and he said, "Aye lass, that'd be your new home."
The cottage was made of stone, with a small herb garden and flowers in front of it. A larger patch of land stood off to the left, and was already tilled for a vegetable garden, and a well sat off to the rear of that, almost against the mountainside. Duncan stepped down from the coach and helped Ali with her bags. When they walked in the front door, she saw a large stone fireplace that took up almost the entire interior wall of the room she was in. She also saw that the entire house was made of stone, not just the outside. The floors were of stone, but of a much smoother kind, and were washed clean with warm wool and fur rugs scattered about. There was a small fire burning, and when she looked she could see through to the next room where there was a kitchen that shared the hearth.
To the right of the entrance was a sitting room and a small flight of stairs which Duncan was climbing and told her to follow. The stairs opened out into the entire top floor of the cottage which was a large and well furnished, charming bedroom, with another fireplace set into the stone on the mountain side of the room.
Duncan then took her back downstairs and through the kitchen, out a rear pantry door inside the house, and into a root and wine cellar that had been carved right out of the side of the mountain. The floor was wide plank wood and the walls were stone as well.
Ali was in awe of her surroundings. Her parent's farmhouse was not as grand and cozy as this her little cottage in the mountains, and she could barely contain her glee at the prospect of living here for all her days.
Duncan told her that she would be visited that afternoon by his Lordship, who would bring a lady's maid to her tonight, and on certain occasions to help her when necessary. Ali was confused and not sure why she would need a ladies maid to prepare, but she was so caught up in the joy of her new situation that she never thought to ask. Duncan left closing the door quietly behind him and telling her she should expect his Lordship the Duke in one hour.
She set to unpacking and settling her belongings into her new home and whiled away the hour faster than any she had ever remembered.
At 4pm precisely, his Lordship Blake Macleod, the Ninth Duke of Sutton presented himself formally to Ailis Fionn Graham. Following close behind his Lordship was a young girl. Although older than Ali by a bit, and much larger boned, she was stern looking but very pretty, and she smiled at Ali genuinely. Ali assumed this girl was to be her maid, and liked her instantly, smiling in return.
Ali curtsied deeply to his Lordship in greeting, as was usual.
Macleod looked at her and said, "Welcome cairn, to your new home. I hope you like it, and it will meet all of your needs adequately."
He sat down and gestured that she do the same before he continued, "This is Lara, your ladies maid. She will attend you periodically as I feel you likely have no need of a maid consistently."
Ali nodded to Lara, who nodded back, and then disappeared into the kitchen and the root cellar. Ali forgot about her and looked at the Duke, giving him her full attention, "I am very happy your Lordship. I could not have imagined something so lovely for me."
The Duke smiled at her warmly before continuing, "I'm glad you are comfortable Ali. We have known one another for a long time, and I consider you a good friend. I was happy that I was in a place to be able to offer your father so much in return for your placement here, as I had been basing my future on just such an arrangement between you and I."
When she looked confused he continued, "Don't worry Ali, everything will become very clear soon, and I know that you and I will get along famously for many years to come."
He stood up and said, "Now, you will meet with Lara for awhile next, and she will take very good care of you peata, though I have told her that she is limited in what she can answer, she will be able to at least give you some idea of what will be expected of you in your new life here."
He walked over to where she stood and kissed her on the top of her head, "I will see you soon."
And then he was gone, leaving her to search for her new ladies maid in the house herself.
She didn't need to search long, as Lara was in the kitchen filling a very large tub with boiling hot water. On the table were various tools and implements, some of them familiar to Ali, some of them not. She knew that the bath however, was for her and was greatly relieved at the chance to bathe herself.
Lara looked her up and down and smiled, "Yes, I can see why he is interested," she muttered. "Though why he isn't occupying himself with someone older and wiser is beyond me. Ah well, tis not for me to dwell on, come, let me look at you."
And with that Lara began to help Ali disrobe from her dress. She wore only a thin muslin shift beneath it and went to get into the steamy inviting waters still wearing it out of modesty, but Lara stopped her gently.
"Oh no lass, we remove all of our clothing to bathe here. You'll only keep the dirt in the clothing on your skin otherwise. Off with it, that's it," as she helped her pull the thin material over her head.
Ali was shivering, and covering herself, as she had never been naked in front of anyone, much less a strange woman. But Lara was firm, though gentle, and said, "Well lass, you'll need to get used to it I'll have to tell you, bloody shame no one thought to tell you what you were in for is all I can say. Come, get in the water, we've lots to do."
Ali was perplexed by all of the secretive talk, but she was so grateful for the bath that she forgot about her modesty and sank fully into the waters, dunking her head easily underneath to get her long dark hair good and wet for washing. Lara wasted no time even though a large fire blazed in the giant hearth and the room and water were completely toasty warm, leaving Ali wondering what her hurry was.
She was very attentive but diligently scrubbed away at Ali's hair and body with wonderful smelling exotic soap as though she were on a schedule. When Ali was completely clean, Lara told her they were not done and that the next part might be difficult for her but it must be done. She told Ali that she was to be shaved in her intimate areas, completely.
Ali sucked in her breath and her eyes grew wide as she carefully asked, "But why?"
Lara looked at her not without compassion, but with little patience for questions, and replied, "Because that is what his Lordship has requested, and what his Lordship wants, his Lordship certainly gets." The latter being said with no animosity, for Lara truly respected and liked her employer, though this was the first time she had ever been given such a duty for him. Most of the time, it was a one time affair, and Lara would clean the waifs up, they would do their duty, and off they would go back home slightly richer and none the worse for the wear.
Ali was to be different though, she would reside here and eliminate the need for his having to travel elsewhere. If she were inclined, she might even find that she truly enjoyed the life and the benefits that went with it. Though, if she were not, it wouldn't really matter as this was to be her life, lock, stock and barrel.
Lara continued with the preparations, instructing Ali to sit at the edge of the tub, where a stool had been placed, and wrap her shoulders in the cloth while placing her legs on either side of the tub. Ali hesitated and blushed profusely, but acquiesced to Lara's instructions.
"There's a good girl," she cooed. "It won't hurt even a bit, might even feel nice to you, and it will be over before you know it."
With that Lara lathered up the area between Ailis' thighs and began to shave the girl's thick pubic hair away, dipping the razor into the water with each stroke and being very careful near her lips not to cut her in any way. When she was done, she told her to stand in the water and bend over until her chest rested on the same stool. Ailis was visibly shaking, but did as she was told. The shaving sensation had done something to her insides and she felt very wobbly. She also felt a strange moisture between her thighs that was not water.
When she was fully bent over, Lara parted the cheeks of her bottom by way of inspection almost, and continued to the area she had just shaved and went over it again, making sure she didn't miss anything, opening Ailis' small, firm, lips and making sure they too were free of all hair.
She noted the girl's moisture and smiled secretly, knowing that part of her task was to fully prepare her young charge, and grew excited herself at the prospect of sliding her tongue through this beauty's tight hairless slit.
"There is one more task I must perform, and I dare say you will not enjoy this one, but it will be done none-the-less, as it is both good for you, and a way to keep very clean," said Lara as she picked up a sheepskin bag with a 5 inch long, thin, tapered attachment on the end of it. "His Lordship has installed an indoor outhouse here off the root cellar that you will use instead of one out of doors. The plumbing and drainage is good, but there is no running water. Hence our need to use the indoor tub."
"This is very warm, and you will need to hold it in for a bit," Lara said. "Please remain still and it will take less time and be less uncomfortable overall for you. In time, you will get used to these. In fact, you might even begin to like them as they do provide you with a feeling of being very clean and light."
Ailis was nearly terrified with dread at what was about to happen next. She could not imagine what Lara was talking about, but found out soon enough when she felt Lara opening her cheeks again, and then a feeling of something warm and slippery, and pressure, terrible pressure against her bottom.
"Oh please miss, not there, you're hurting me now, please stop," Ailis asked, her breathing becoming shallow.
"Now now Ali," Lara scolded a bit, "It won't hurt, it's just different and uncomfortable a bit at first. Just breathe deeply and slowly, and try to relax. We must finish this, and you have made it this far, you can do this next part easily. It's only the first time it's this much discomfort, I promise."
Lara had been pushing the nozzle slowly into Ali's rear while she was talking to the girl to try to distract her. Ali was moaning uncomfortably and asking her to please stop the whole time, but Lara had to finish the preparations and would not be persuaded.
"Ow, oh, please Lara, oh, it's pulling on my insides so much," Ali cried.
"It's okay pet," Lara assured her, "the nozzle is all the way in now so it won't pull anymore. I am going to start squeezing the bag now though and you will feel warmth inside of you. It's warm water Ali, that is all, but I will need to massage your belly as I do this to make sure it gets well inside you and cleans you out completely."
Ali could not believe it could get any worse and focused on her breathing instead of the growing wetness between her thighs, while the older girl began to squeeze the bag whose nozzle was now lodged quite deeply, fully, and firmly into Ali's tight rectum. Lara's hand worked on the girl's firm abdomen, kneading the skin and muscles, while Ailis struggled to remain in her position as her legs began to shake.
"That's it pet," Lara comforted as she continued to gently squeeze the bag and knead Ali's growing belly, "You're doing wonderfully. We're almost there."
Ailis was nearly crying from the discomfort now, but held her composure as the older girl told her that she was done and going to remove the nozzle now. "You must tighten your muscles though and hold the water in," she instructed.
It felt like it would never be out of her, but finally the thin nozzle left her anus and Ailis tightened her muscles as Lara had told her. She immediately felt the water and cramped a bit, but breathed through it in order to stand and get out of the tub.
Lara wrapped her in several cloths and lead her through the passage into the root cellar and showed her the door where the indoor outhouse was located, and told her to empty out completely and then come back to the kitchen.
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92 | Airport Hotel Room | Eroteswhite | Anal | 2013-01-26 | 2013-01-26 | 2022-01-08 09:49:49 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/airport-hotel-room | Ex-lovers reunited after 12 years. | ['Airport', 'Anal', 'Exes', 'Oral', 'Rough', 'Wedge'] | 3.96 | Slipping the card into the slot, I push the handle down as the lights flash green. The room is emblazoned with sunlight but is so cold that the hairs on my arm stand on end. I look around the spartan room to its crisp white sheets to the large cardboard box on the floor next to the bed. It is addressed to you in care of the hotel and piques my curiosity. I sit at the edge of the bed and pull my overcoat open, slipping it off of my shoulders. The cold pricks my nipples and the peaks tent the front of my blouse. Toeing my heels off, I edge them under the bed and roll my stockings down my legs. Standing up, I unzip and slide my black wool skirt to the floor. I catch my profile in the mirror at the foot of the bed and unbutton my blouse so that it parts my body in two. The two sides of the shirt cover my breasts but lead the eye down to my sex, waxed bare, revealing its pearly soft lips. Pulling the duvet down to the foot of the bed, I reveal the expanse of perfect white cotton. I slide my body across the cool surface and delve my arms under the pillow, resting my head on the pillow.
The rustle of cardboard breaks into my sleep. I peek through my eyelashes, feigning sleep, and try to discern what you are pulling out of the box. It is a large foam wedge that I have seen advertised in the back of adult magazines. I watch as you pull the velvet cover over it and zip the ends into place. It bounces slightly when you drop it next to the chair you're sitting in. I can feel you watching me now. Your large frame dwarfs the chair, your hands extend over the arms and your knees are higher than the seat. You're still wearing the suit from your morning appointments but your collar is open. Leaning across the aisle between the chair and the bed, you grasp my ankle and pull me closer to you. I smile as my blouse ruches up to my shoulder blades from the friction and exposes my body to you. Kneeling on the carpet with my back to you, you pull the blouse from my shoulders and toss it to the corner of the room.
Moving around the bed, you toss the wedge in the center of the bed and it bounces. I rise from the floor and kneel on the mattress, crawling to the flat edge of the triangle until the velvet rubs the front of my thighs. You firmly push between my shoulder blades until I am resting with my head sloped down toward the mattress. Looking across the room, I can watch you in the full length mirror unbuttoning the cuffs of your shirt. Your eyes never leave the line that runs from the nape of my neck to the apex of my thighs. With my knees so far apart, the crease of my ass feels cool from the chill in the room. I am so utterly exposed to you that I feel myself pushing forward so that I can pull my legs closer together. You sense my unease and rub your palms on each side of my spine. I revel in the feel of your hands, pushing and pulling firmly against my skin. Soon my head lolls to the side and I close my eyes. Swirling my long hair through your fingers, you twist it and pull it above my head.
Moving off the bed, you stand in front of your overnight bag pulling out your clothes and toiletries. You shrug out of your shirt and neatly hang it on the back of the chair. I watch amazed as you go through your rituals, seemingly unaffected by the naked woman lying, prostrate on the bed. Your tell juts from under your boxers. It pulls the thin cotton tight against the elastic of the waistband. Grabbing a tube from your gear bag, you head back over to the bed.
"Have you missed me?" you ask.
"You know I have." I keep my eyes closed, embarrassed to admit my longing for you.
"Tell me what you miss," you prod.
"I miss your hands on my body. I miss the heaviness of your body between my legs. I miss the taste of you on my tongue."
I feel your thighs brush the backs of mine as you lean over and cover my back. You kiss my temple as you wrap your fingers around my wrists. I involuntarily buck my hips slightly against the erection nestled between the valley of my ass. You sigh against my cheekbone and your fingers delve under my body, cupping my breasts.
"Oh god, you feel so good." I am deliciously trapped under the weight of your body and shamelessly soaking the front of your boxers. You squeeze my breasts in tandem with the grind of your hips against my ass.
Frustrated you push off and sit on your haunches, looking me over. I am not as frustrated as you anymore. I have given up trying to deny the relentless yearn my body has for you. The way my body clenches hearing your voice and the wetness that lets down when you are near. A cry escapes my lips as I feel you bury your face between my legs. Your vicious onslaught of lips and teeth and tongue makes my pussy weep. My senses are so overwrought, I start bearing down on a premature orgasm. It's too quick, too soon. I struggle as the rough, flat of your tongue rubs back and forth against my clitoris. My hips are held tight by your hands as I shake and buck. Begging and pleading, I can feel tears and sweat roll down my face. My body is straining against my immobile hips and I see flashes of light behind my eyelids as my cunt clenches down on unbelievable pleasure. My tight muscles crumble and become boneless. On the wedge, I am a marionette without strings.
My relaxed state is juxtaposed to the tension still radiating from your body. I can feel the anger and resentment that you still carry. I feel a cool wetness between the cleft of my ass as you snap the cap back on the tube and watch it bounce on the bed next to my face. Your thumb rubs the slippery gel up and down the crease and circles around the puckered hole. You push your thumb into me shallowly and then retract it quickly, scraping the sides. My gasp breaks your intense concentration.
"Did that hurt?" you ask. I shake my head and look up at your face, but you are back to concentrating on my body responding to your hands. You insert your thumb a little deeper this time, stretching my muscles. I try to relax but it is difficult to ignore the pleasure and pain your thumb is creating. Small, sharps stings of pain mingle with the intense pleasure of so many nerve endings being stroked.
You shift behind me and then the blunt end of your cock is positioned at my entrance. The girth of your cock is held firm in your fist as you try to guide the tip into my resistant ass. You push the left side of ass away and lean forward firmly, the head pops past the thick ring of muscles. A growl rumbles from your chest from the incredible pleasure tightening around your erection. You slowly pump in and out, careful not to dislodge the head. I am hypersensitive and feel every ridge and bump of your body as it enters and exits. I pick up my head and grunt with every heave of your body. My hair is wrapped around your fist and my neck is exposed to you when you pull it back. I can feel you bite the tender muscles of my shoulder as you push in to the hilt of your penis.
I can feel you deep inside me, feel the length of your body as it covers mine. Your body is uncontrollable now, as it drives into mine in a frenzy. I have trouble staying on my knees under you, thankful for the wedge holding me up. My legs are trembling as my body's momentum picks up speed. I can feel your balls slap against the wet lips of my pussy. My clit is straining for attention and begs for my fingers. I pull my elbows under my body and lift us both up. Your arms are braced on each side of my ribs and your body is mindlessly, relentlessly humping mine. I shove my fingers between the wedge and my body and quickly frig my clit, feeling the quick rush of wetness from my approaching orgasm as your body starts to spasm over mine. I hear a feral cry, your cock thickens and then the warm spurt of your orgasm in my belly, as my own orgasm drenches my fingers. Your body weighs heavily on mine with exhaustion. |
93 | Alana | Diderot | Anal | 2005-08-06 | 2005-08-07 | 2022-01-08 09:49:49 | 2 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/alana-ch-01 | 1. She's butt-plugged & buggered by 'Uncle' Denis. 2. Alana takes her first big enema. | ['Anal', 'Ass Fucking', 'Buggery', 'Butt Plug'] | 4.28 | He stopped off to see Alana on the way home from the business trip to Australia, and they managed to spend a three day weekend together in Auckland. It was kind of hard to explain to her parents that she was going to Auckland to spend three days with this American who was almost as old enough to her father. She didn't tell them where she was going, or what she was planning to do with this older friend.
"He's a guy I met on the Internet years ago," she told her mum truthfully. "We talk a lot and he gives me advice on a lot of things," which was also true. She didn't mention that some of the advice was on the best positions for anal sex, so that when she finally found a guy to fuck her in the ass, she would really feel his hard cock deep in her asshole. And she certainly didn't mention her humiliating desire to receive a nice, warm and soapy but painful three liter enema, Or as soon as she expelled the water and cleaned herself up, to get fucked in her tight but still technically virgin asshole.
"Are you sure he isn't a drug dealer," her mother warned. "Be careful what he gives you to drink. He may try to slip you a Mickey Finn and then try something funny."
'Oh, my G-d,' Alana thought to herself, 'my mum is so out of it.' This was quickly followed by 'I hope he does give me something to reduce my inhibitions,' and then Alana's thoughts quickly changed to 'I hope he likes me, or at least, doesn't think I'm too too horrible.'
Over the years they had known each other, Alana had tried many diets, all without long term success. From their history together, and from her recent e-mails, Denis already knew she was a big girl, 5'7" and well over 200 pounds. And like a lot of very heavy women, Alana was prone to self doubts. Denis also knew she possessed a strong desire to be both verbally and physically humiliated by a domineering lover.
The three days went quickly. During their daylight hours Alana showed Denis the sites and all the things tourists to when they come to New Zeeland.
The evenings were a totally different matter. The sex the first night was pretty conventional, with a whole lot of attention to her very large breasts as part of the foreplay. He teased her about putting clips on her very sensitive nipples, and at one point showed her the several pairs he had brought with him, but Alana had to settle for having her tits mauled and her nipples and the sensitive undersides of her breasts bitten, before they got down to some serious fucking. He did slap her on the ass a lot while he did her on her hands and knees, doggy style, her favorite position. And he did manage to push two fingers up her ass, bless his heart the dear man, just before he came in her pussy.
After a long second day, mostly museums and historic buildings Alana was amazed that Denis had any desired for sex. This time he did put the clips on her nipples, red plastic clips with serrated teeth, and the pain was much worse each time in pulled them off. After a few minutes, he would put them back on again. The third time, when he was about to pulled the clips off, Alana whimpered, begged him to stop, pleaded, "Please, dear G-d, leave the clips on." Quickly, one after the other, he pulled off the clips and kissed her on the mouth to keep her from crying out as she climaxed from the pain.
Alana trembled for at least five minutes, experiencing a series of major and minor orgasms as Denis rubbed and caressed her swollen clitoris. After the painful session of breast discipline, she sucked his thick cock till he was rock hard, and then relaxed as he lubed her asshole and proceeded to butt fuck her for the first time. Though still technically an anal virgin, Alana had been masturbating anally for years, and it was no surprise how easily he went in or how naturally it felt. First he hand her on her knees, going in very deep and very hard, rubbing her clit as he fucked her. After a while he pulled out and had her lay on her back, her knees up, so that he could see the look of her face as he continued to ream her asshole.
"Play with your clit," he ordered, as he fucked her ass, not as deep as before, but with strong steady strokes. He only lasted three or four more minutes, enough for her to start to climax. Then his hot cum in her asshole pushed her over the edge. She vaguely remembered telling him how much she needed him, saying his name over and over, as she felt the last of his cum filling her rectum.
Alana didn't remember falling asleep, and when she woke up her tits were still sore from the torture with the clips the night before. She was sleeping on her side, with his arm around her, his soft cock nestled between her very full ass cheeks. She sensed Denis was awake when she felt his cock start to harden. She was sure he was coming to life when he kissed her shoulder and then started to lick her earlobe.
"Mmmmm," she whispered as she wiggled her ass against his stiff cock, and felt his cock getting even harder.
"Slut," he teased. Then he began to rub her nipple.
"Please, don't, I can't bear it so soon after last night."
"Just a little ... the pain will help to get your juices flowing."
The pain did get her juices flowing, along with his cock pressed against the grove of her ass. He shifted positions and without having to be told, Alana raised her leg so that he could rub his nice fat cock against her hairy pussy lips.
"Bend forward," Denis suggested. "I want to get your cunt juice all over my cock – unless your prefer your morning ass-fuck dry and painful."
Alana wasn't ready for that, a dry stiff cock up her ass, and besides, his cock against her pussy lips and clit was very nice indeed.
Denis kept up the foreplay for a while, and then moved her to her hands and knees. He got up on the bed this time. Squatting, almost standing above her, as he pushed his cock against the pucker of her asshole. Automatically, Alana exhaled, and he was into her rectum the first two inches.
"Ahhhhhh, that's so beautiful," was all she said as she adjusted to his thickness. Then he bent his knees and dove the remaining five inches of cock into her rectum. He held the position, savoring the tightness of her asshole, feeling her warmth. It was as if his penis was being caressed by a warm velvet glove.
"My fat little girl likes to get her ass fucked, doesn't she?"
Alana was silent. It was the first time he had actually said she was fat.
"Well, doesn't she?" Denis demanded as he slapped her ass.
"Yes, Sir," Alana whispered. The truth was finally known. She was fat, and she was his, his little girl, and yes, most off all, she did like to get her ass fucked.
Denis withdrew almost all the way from her ass, and paused for a moment, before he very slowly filled her rectum for the second time.
"Oh, my G-d," Alana said softly, and then she moaned in pleasure. There wasn't much lube on his cock, and just enough cunt juice to make him slick, so Alana could feel every inch of him scraping the walls of her rectum.
"It takes your breath away."
"Yes, Sir, please more."
"Fast or slow?"
"Just like this, slow, so I can really feel you fucking me." Eight hours before she had been an anal virgin, but Alana was learning very quickly.
He kept it nice and slow for at least five minutes. All the while Alana played with her clit as Denis was reaming her. She was in an almost altered state of consciousness as he was steadily fucking her, filling her big sexy ass. Then he speeded up for a minute, and finally, with a burst of short, hard, almost violent stokes for almost 30 seconds, before Denis let lose the blast of his hot cum.
"Ahhhh, Jesus ... Jesus Christ!" Alana moaned as her orgasm thundered. "Oh, my G-d," was all Denis said as he climaxed.
After their orgasm finally subsided, Denis kept his cock buried in her rectum for another few minutes longer, savoring the tightness, savoring the warmth. As his cock gradually shriveled, he slowly withdrew.
"Don't move, don't move an inch. I'll be right back."
Alana was confused, but did what Denis ordered. He quickly stepped off the bed, naked, and walked to one of his suitcases. Quickly, he returned with a butt plug.
He showed the medium size plug to Alana, and she already knew what it was. "I want you to wear this all day. I'll take it out tonight, and then I have something very special planned for the evening."
Quickly Denis lubed the four inch long plug, and forced it into her gaping asshole. The widest part the plug was just a little thicker than Denis's cock, and she gasped momentarily as he pushed the plug steadily into her. It was a relief when the fattest part of the plug had passed her sphincter muscles, and the wide flange was more or less comfortable nestled between the cheeks of Alana's chubby ass.
Then Alana thought, 'he said I have to wear it all day.'
"Denis, what if I have to go, you know, go to the loo?" Alana asked in a panic.
"You'll just have to hold it – and the plug up your charming ass will make sure you don't have an 'accident'."
Just the thought of that and Alana could feel her stomach starting to churn and cramp up. This was going to be a very painful day ...
They took their morning shower together, and Denis seemed to have a knack for smacking the butt plug when Alana lest expected it, sending delightful shivers deep into her rectum.
"Please, we'll never get finished and get out of here," Alana protested, knowing they had a busy day planned. "And if you do that one more time, I'll demand that you take the plug out of my ass and butt fuck me one more time."
All she got for her protestations was another smack on the ass. Well, they did finally finish the shower, with much giggling and kissing, and a little bit of cock sucking on Alana's part. As they were finally getting dressed, Denis told Alana not to wear panties under her skirt. She was much too busty to go without a bra, but the idea of being naked 'down under,' as Denis put it, was a turn-on.
"I want to feel your skin, to be able to touch you all day. I want to see how wet I can keep you for the next six or eight hours." Alana knew this would be no idle threat, that her lover would spend a good deal of time casually playing with her pussy as they continued to play tourist.
Denis had leased a hired car for his stay in New Zeeland, and he was just getting used to the right-hand drive when they set off on their drive into the country. They were going to see a sheep farm, and Denis joked "that I might want to borrow a pair of Wellingtons and try my hand at 'mutton punching'."
"I'll not sleep with a man who consorts with barn yard animals," Alana protested. "It's not natural."
"No more unnatural than consorting with a big buxom girl who likes to get fucked in the ass ..." and they continued their discussion of buggery vs. bestiality for the next five minutes.
As they were making their way out of town, Denis announced that they need to make a quick stop, to pick up something he needed. "It will only take a few minutes, and if the directions are correct, it's on our line of travel."
A few minutes later Denis parked in front of a chemist's shop in a seedy part of town. "They call him the Pumpkin Man, from some of the unusual goods he features." Alana was perplexed. "Come on in with me, this will only take a sec ..."
Alana followed Denis into the shop, and up to the front counter. The chemist was quite old, and seemed a little bit frail. Denis explained who he was, that he had called the day before to place his order.
"It's for your pretty young niece, I'd imagine," the chemist said with a smile, and Alana couldn't help blushing. The old man went into the back of the shop, and returned a few minutes later with the package.
"I think we should show it to her. Tonight will be her first time, except for one of those chemical things they gave her in the hospital a few years ago,"
Slowly, it dawned on Alana what they were talking about. Her fears were confirmed when the chemist showed them the large orange pumpkin shaped enema bag.
"It's natural latex rubber, and holds a comfortable two and a half liters. Not like those flat rubber bags that hold only a liter. This one is designed to deliver capacity."
Alana stated to pull away when she saw the huge bag, but Denis grasped her around the waist and held her close.
"You've included the nozzle I've requested?"
"Certainly."
Then the old man showed them the devise Denis intended to use for her initiation. It was of a white material, seven or eight inches long, and tapered. From front to back, it was thin, then thick, then thin again, and finally there was a wide flange where the hose attached. At the widest it was an inch in diameter, thinner than her lovers penis, and it had holes for the first few inches down its sides.
"The holes will insure very complete irrigation," the old man said with a smirk. "I've included a delivery hose and clamp, some packets of Castile soap, very mild, and a neutralizing soda for your young niece for her second 'treatment'."
"Tonight will be her first time," Denis confided, "but something my niece has wanted to try for years. And with all the rich foods she's been eating the last few days, I think she may be a little bit impacted. But two liters should do the trick."
By this time, Alana's face was bright red, and the blush had descended down her chest and into the top of her bra. At the same time, there was something vaguely exciting about this, being on display, knowing that the old man knew she was going to get her first enema this evening. And the old man probably guessing that her 'Uncle' would surely fuck her in the ass, not for the first time, when the water finally ran clean.
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94 | Alantico and Pacifica | Thizbee | Anal | 2006-04-29 | 2006-04-29 | 2022-01-08 09:49:51 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/alantico-and-pacifica | Making an adventure with a long distance lover. | ['Anal Finger Fucking', 'Begging', 'Environmental Sex', 'Fountain', 'Long Distence Romance', 'Need', 'Public Sex', 'Sex In Public Places', 'Sex Outside', 'Water'] | 3.91 | When she took him to the fountain his eyes got wide and the growing smile on his face melted her heart. She walked around the parameter of the granite foundation, and as he followed her, he realized Atlantico and Pacifica were as big as she had promised they would be.
Set in the speckled brown toned granite foundation, were duel oval shaped basins, forming a circle about 20 feet across. Erupting from the center was a pedestal holding a large 15 foot wide dish from which clear cool water over flowed into the basins below. The entire structure was made of black marble with an occasional streak of sparkly white running through it.
Reclining in the opposite directions, therefore facing each other, were Atlantico and Pacifica; the Lovers. Though both were naked the water splashed about their darkened brass bodies, distorting any indiscretions. They were holding hands. And they were larger than life.
The two basins descended in steps that caused the water falling into them to splash about. The bottom level, though an oddly shaped oval, was more than twice the size of a large bathtub.
At least that's what he was thinking when he sat on the edge of the basin and looked over his shoulder at the splashing water behind him. She walked up slowly, standing before him, placing her hands on his knees and moving them up his long strong thighs. As his muscles tightened, her whole body became the antithesis. Then he turned toward her.
"Thank you for bringing me here," he said. He wanted to say so much more, but her warm lips on his mouth stopped him. She had eased his legs apart and was standing between them. Her petit stature made it easy for him to slide his gently moving hands along the length of her outer legs to her hips. As her kiss became deeper, more playful and searching... He considered making love to her right there, under Atlantico and Pacifica. He pulled at her hips as he squeezed them, and without her sweet lips leaving his, she eased her each leg on either side of his lean body and began to grind into his lap. She wanted this too.
She had told him a long time ago, that upon his next visit, she would take him to THE Fountain. "You'll love it!" she promised. Every once in a while she would mention some small detail about the fountain in their subsequent chats, but never was there a full description. "You'll see," was all would say when pressed.
It was late and the below street level courtyard of her office building was long ago deserted. Atlantico and Pacifica were its centerpiece, though enough trees surrounded the courtyard that any passerby on the street above would not have noticed two small figures embraced in passion below the two larger figures in the fountain above. Or at least she was pretty sure they wouldn't be seen when she had scoped out the spot last week before her lover was due to arrive in town. It had all been planned out. The dinner downtown, the nice walk along the bright city streets. "Up this hill is my office, wanna go see the fountain?" She would say. All part of the plan.
Even her skirt, which she usually didn't wear for evenings, was part of the plan. It was a multi-colored gypsy type of affair she normally wore with a peasant shirt and sandals. But it was long and full and could easily hide any public indiscretions.
As she was slowly and repeatedly thrusting herself into his lap, her never- ending kiss driving him crazy, he struggled with what seemed like miles and miles of skirt to find her bare leg. Ok, there's her knee, he thought, shit, stockings... oh wait... they stop at her thigh... nice.
As his second hand combated with the fullness of the skirt, he first caressed the bare skin of her upper thigh and rump. Her arms were about his shoulders and her hands entangled in his hair. She needed something to hold onto while she pumped her groin into him. She loved to tease him by simulating sex. And it worked. And his trials with the skirt, though highly entertaining for her, were rewarded with the discovery of thigh high tights (the kind that stay up by themselves) and nothing else. She finally broke away from her eternal melting, grinding kiss with a little giggle to herself. Ahhh, the plan.
"What?"
His eyes searched her face as his hands searched under her skirt. She has settled with a small gap between her opened legs and his belly. Just enough room.
"What?" he said again, less concerned with an answer as his fingers danced about her inner thighs, her mound, and beyond.
"What?" he said a third time, now giggling as she had been. But she wasn't giggling now; she was beginning to pant faintly and her eyes widened.
As his fingers began to probe and tease, the ever moistening folds of delicate flesh hidden under her skirt, hidden between her legs, he said, "What?" a fourth time, but with much more power in his voice.
Her head bowed and her moans were audible. Her arms clung to him. Her body began to shudder. Just as her kiss would not stop, neither would his fingers inside her.
He turned his head slightly, so that his mouth was against her ear. This "What?" was more of a growl, a demand.
The burning, tingling sensation began at her feet and like a fuse igniting, it ran up her legs. When it reached the top of her legs, between her legs, inside of her... her head threw itself back and everything except the fire radiating from his hands was gone. The city was gone, the courtyard was gone, the splashing water—gone. Atlantico and Pacifica – gone. Only the fire... and his voice... strong, demanding, waiting, wanting....
"What?!"
"Pleeease..." she answered in a breathy wail.
With his free hand he tapped the marble fountain edge next to him. Just a little more of her world came into focus. Panting hard, she moved away from him, his other hand leaving her. She gasped.
She sat slowly where she had been told to sit. He stood and without taking his eyes off of her, he slowly, teasingly began to remove his pants. As he lowered them past passed his thighs, he jumped out at her. His size and enthusiasm remained in her mind as she closed her eyes. Soon he would be inside her. She waited eyes still closed, for a signal from him to rejoin him on his lap so she could ease him inside her. What she had said please for.
But there was no signal. Was he trying to get his pants off over his shoes? She was hoping this moment would not be spoiled by a comedy of errors. She heard a noise on the other side of the fountain, like a little splash out of sync with the rest. She opened her eyes.
The rest of the city was coming into view, in its place... except for...
She saw the pile of clothes before her but nothing else. Another odd, out of place splash and then his voice from the other side, "Come on, I thought you said, 'please.' It isn't that cold."
She walked around Atlantico and Pacifica to find her grown man, her lover, jumping about the fountain, now a laughing like a little kid. The grin on his face was endearing and without considering the consequences, she removed her clothes and gingerly made her way down the steps. As she did so, he moved back into the recesses of the fountain next to the pedestal, passed where the water from the dish above splashed into the basin. He watched her naked body lower into the pool of the fountain and become drenched, as she ducked under the wall of water that now hid them away. He was enraptured. This time she was the one who said it.
"What?"
He reached out his hand to her, she took it. He pulled her closer to him and she bent down to her knees before him; water all around. He placed her hand on his engorged cock. Even in the cool water, it would not lie down. His eyes were huge as she stroked him with more and more squeezing pressure. This time it was his turn to pant. The gaze between them did not break as he slid down to the next step so there was enough room for her head. She moved onto his lap guided his cock inside her.
The want of his love and the want of his sex became the same as she rode him. His eyes showed her everything all at the same time. In this moment, she knew all that he was; every flaw, every perfection.
Love welled inside her erupting with her body as she came. And again. And again. He would not let her stop. Could not let her stop the series of orgasms that shook her with increasing force as the next one griped her body beginning and ending at the very point he felt himself enter her. Through her, he could see that love and sex could be the same, should be the same. Were the same.
She was clinging to him like the only piece of drift wood on the open sea; panting... finished. She didn't think she could to it again. She wanted to whisper, "Please come inside me now." But the look in his eye told her she would come again and again before he was ready.
But then he did something surprising. He eased her off of him. "What?! That's it?!" She had wanted it to stop... but knew he wouldn't and now he was leaving her body? "What?"
He moved her around, so pliable and willing. He had placed her on her knees on the step under the water, leaning her forward, resting her head gently on her folded arms along a shelf at the base of the pedestal under the fountain. He moved to the basin floor on his knees behind her. He played with her damp hair and lightly scratched her back while she rested. When the panting subsided, he let one hand ease along her back; the other wrapped itself around her waist to rest on her belly. Using each hand, he angled her body so that she had an extreme arch in her back and her backside rose out of the water. He loved putting her exactly where he wanted her.
"This is where I want you," he would say, and if she moved, there would be lovely consequences. And if he made her come enough, she would do exactly what he wanted.
He began slowly, though he had already so carefully and completely primed the pump, to tickle and tease her ass with his fingers. Her knees weakened and her body lowered, but he put her back where her wanted her and started again. When she would stay put with the light touches, he became more adventurous. Something about her plump ass lifting out of the water before him; her legs open and the arch of her back, the view he had of opening and fold between her legs... enticed him to want to tease, to make her beg for him. Her body, and how it was presented to him right now, was begging him. "Please fuck me," it begged. He wanted to make her say it. To hear her voice beg him; just as her body, her ass, her open legs, her pussy were begging him right now.
He edged his knee between hers and widened her legs even more. She was exposed and she knew he could see everything. This made her so wet, and wanting. She felt his fingers dip into the wetness, and she moaned. Then they slid up the back line between her cheeks and found another hole. They gently circled that opening and made it moist as well. He did it again using the wetness of her pussy to tease the opening of her ass.
He repeated the process again teasing her more and more, by not pushing his finger inside but just pressing and caressing the outside. She bit her lip. She wanted to scream. She waited. He pushed in just a little... not even that, less than a little. But it was already too much... a loud moaning gasp escaped her lips.
"What? What baby, what it is?" he whispered in mock innocence over the sound of the splashing fountain, as he eased the tip of his finger in and out; with torturous slowness.
"Pleeeease!"
She found herself wailing again, as his finger went in a little deeper and a little faster with every pushing in.
"Pleeeease!"
This time her voice was much louder and much more desperate.
"Please what?" he said, pulling his finger out slowly, then ramming it in as much as it could go with greater force.
"Please, oh gawd, please," she was panting.
"Yes baby, I heard you, please what?"
He put another finger in her ass and was fucking her with them vehemently. She was coming hard, and she wanted it bad, but he was gonna wait until that innocent little girl in her grown woman's mind came forth and begged for it. He tightened his grip around her belly and moved to her side so he could properly ram yet another finger in her ass. He gripped her tightly against his belly, because she began to buck, and she wasn't going to get away.
She was screaming and crying and wanting; the passion and desire fighting inside her. She came again; the thrashing violent and wild. But he held her to him and would not let up.
"Gawd-dammit, please fuck me!" she growled like an animal.
"I am fucking you baby," he said in a sweet, calm voice, but his body was strained against hers, struggling to keep her tightly against him as she came again.
After the last orgasm subsided he slowed down taking one finger out at a time, gently caressing her hair and back with the hand that had been so tightly wrapped around her. She came again slowly as the last finger eased out of her in a deliciously lingering way.
He sat next to her and lifted her onto his lap. She completely melted into him, the animal of a few minutes ago had become a quiet girl, shy and innocent; but he knew this grown woman sitting on his lap was still wanting.
She nuzzled his neck with her face, surrounded by his arms. She could feel he was still rock hard beneath her. Her words came in his ear soft and deliberate.
"Please fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me. Please fuck my pussy... I need it. Please, please, please fuck me."
This was what he had been waiting for. For her to need it. To be fucked. Yes, she loved him, he knew that. And yes, she loved to be made love to by him. But when her desires went beyond love and beyond animal sex, and became pure NEED; that is what he waited for. He knew in that moment it wouldn't even matter if it was him. She wanted it to be him, but the need was just to be fucked. To be well fucked. And that NEED is what made him love her.
Gathered up in his arms, he turned and placed her on the step beneath him. Without guidance or adjustment, he slipped between her legs and right inside her body. And he gave her what she needed. He fucked her. |
95 | The Alarm Clock | JamesMiehoff | Anal | 2020-01-09 | 2020-11-17 | 2022-01-08 12:10:37 | 3 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/the-alarm-clock-1 | 1. I hate the alarm clock most mornings... 2. Once again, my nemesis, the alarm clock sounds forth. 3. The alarm clock was just the beginning to the day. | ['Anal', 'Anal Sex'] | 4.72 | Copyright (c) 2019 James Miehoff, All Rights Reserved.
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"Bzzzzt! Bzzzzt! Bzzzzt!"
'Gawd I hate that alarm clock!' was the first thought through my head. It was immediately followed by a question, 'Is it really still a wet dream if you don't get to finish it?'
Falling back into bed, I admired my wife's ability to sleep through almost anything. Staring at the steady rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed reminded me of some unfinished business.
It seemed like I had just gotten started when the second alarm went off. 'Fuck,' I thought as I poked the corpse next to me.
"Your turn," I announced as she began to stir.
To accelerate the process, I reached over and lightly tugged on an escaping nipple.
"I'm awake," she growled, but made no move to get up or slap my hand away. "Your turn," I said again.
This time she rolled to the edge of the bed and slapped the alarm off while muttering, "slave driver," under her breath.
I got a momentary glimpse of her perfect ass as she stood up. Alas, it was all too brief as she helped her nightgown slither its way down blocking my view.
As she glided into the bathroom, I got out of bed. Feeling the constriction my underwear was causing, I pulled them down and kicked them off. Feeling better, I followed my wife into the bathroom, my cock bobbing and weaving like a conductor's baton leading the way.
Grabbing my tooth brush I began to brush my teeth when I saw the inner bathroom door open and my wife come out. As she stepped on the scale, she pulled her nightgown off and stood there in all her naked glory, making my cock throb.
Stepping off the scale, she went to her sink and began to brush her teeth. I rinsed my mouth and walked up behind her. Pressing my groin against her ass, I reached around and grabbed two handfuls of tit. Her nipples were already engorged and they crinkled up immediately at my touch. She was interested.
Bending down to rinse her mouth, my cock slid down her ass and ended up between her thighs.
Lifting her head she looked at me in the mirror and said, "Ok. But we have to hurry. We both have to get to work."
With that, she moved over to assume the position in front of the middle section of the bathroom counter. I should mention that our bathroom sink area consists of three parts each with their own mirror. The center section is just a flat counter with no sink. It is flanked by two sections that are angled out at 45 degrees, with sinks. She knows I love to fuck her in front of the middle section because I can watch her directly in front of me, in the mirror in front of us and get side views from both of the other mirrors.
As she put her hands on the center counter, she spread her thighs a little bit and I took that as a good sign. Reaching over and grabbing the bottle of lube I slapped a little in my hand. She arched her back and said, "Well if you are gonna do me, you might as well do it now because we both have to get going."
I slapped the lube on her pussy lips and rubbed it in. Sliding two fingers up inside her, I realized I probably didn't need the lube because she was very wet.
Sliding my cock between her pussy lips, she reached back and grabbed my cock, she began using me like a vibrator, rubbing me back and forth on her clit. I was definitely not objecting.
After a few times of doing that, she pushed my cock back and lined it up with her love canal. I began circling it with my cock head until she pushed back, fully engulfing me. In the process, since I was still holding my cock in my hand, my thumb went and slid right into her tight little asshole. Normally this would occasion the phrase, "No, not my ass you jerk" or some such, but this morning there was just a moan as my cock penetrated her pussy and my thumb buried itself in her forbidden country.
Thanking my lucky stars, I began to rotate my thumb as I began slowly thrusting my cock in-and-out of her pussy. Still waiting for a complaint about my thumb, all I got was another moan. We sat there fucking slowly in front of the mirrors for just a minute when she turned her head and looked back out of the corner of her eye and said, "I know you want my ass. So just take it. We only have a few minutes so just start fucking my ass already!"
The first thought that went through my mind was, 'Who are you and what did you do with my wife?' But being an opportunist, I said nothing. I just slipped my cock out and gave my thumb one last swirl before pulling it out.
I began to slowly press my cock into her little rosebud. If you have never had the pleasure to fuck a beautiful woman's ass hole, I fully recommend it. The slow steady pressure as your cock's head squeezes inside and her anal muscles as they fight push you out and then they finally surrender and allow you to slip inside. It never gets old. There is no feeling like it, it's just fucking amazing.
This morning was no different. I pressed slowly against her sphincter and it was as though I could feel every nerve in my cock being pleasured. Her tight little muscles squeezing and stretching little by little. I was in heaven and then finally the head of my cock popped through and she moaned then just gave a quick clench followed by relaxation as her anal muscles surrendered to my invading manhood.
For a moment after my cock attained its first objective, I paused and throbbed my cock in her hole to give her a little time to adjust. To my surprise, she backed up and pushed my cock deeper into her, all the while giving little moans and growls. Once she achieved her goal and pushed me fully inside her, she began to pull me back out. Slowly at first and then faster until she was pulling me almost out and then all the way back in.
She backed up suddenly and pressed against me, squirming on my cock. I could feel her ass muscles clenching on me as she announced, "I'm cumming. Oh my god, I'm cumming with your cock up my ass!"
At that point, I looked in the mirror and watched her come. At some point, she had slid a hand down and I could feel it slapping on her pussy as her whole body shook.
I'm feeling her fingers bump my ball sack as she rubs herself and fucks my cock in and out of her ass. The whole time again the thought of "Who is this woman?" crosses my mind.
She slows down and I could feel her climax begin again as her ass muscles begin to clutch and clench around my cock. I started to feel something new as I felt a finger or two slide into her poor neglected pussy. She screamed at that point, "I'm cumming. Oh my god I'm cumming again," as she began to shake.
I held still holding her hips and just let her come on my cock. When I thought she was done, I reached down, grabbed her tits, one in each hand and pulled her up. I kissed her ear and then her neck.
Grabbing her around the waist, I picked her up and keeping my cock inside her, I shuffle walked over to the bed and laid her down on it.
I laid her down on the edge of the bed with her feet still on the floor. Her hands reached up and clutched the sheet. I began to slowly move my cock in- and-out of her. After a couple of strokes, she reached under her pillow and brought out her blue rabbit vibrator. I took it away from her. Pulling my cock from her ass, I thumbed the power switch on the vibrator and flipped on to one of her favorite vibration patterns.
As I slid it deep into her pussy, she screamed and began to twitch. Before her ass had a chance to close completely, I positioned my cock in front of her gaping little rosebud once more and pushed deep inside her ass.
She screamed a little bit and then began to move as the vibrations hit her. She reached a hand down between thighs to hold on to the blue toy as I began to pound her ass. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I was surprised that I lasted this long. Between the feeling of fucking her tight little ass, a pleasure rarely before accomplished without the help of many pina coladas or glasses of Bailey's and the vibrations of the rabbit in her pussy, I was not going to last.
I could feel the velvet electricity building in my balls as I drove my cock deep inside her. The vibrations of the rabbit urging me on and the sight of the twitching 'O' of her asshole as I pulled out and stared at it. At last the feeling just overwhelmed me and I began to spurt bolts of lightning deep in her bowels. The feeling of me cumming was overwhelming and it started her cumming again. It just went on and on I don't know how many times I shot my cum deep inside her but it seemed to go on forever until finally, I began to come back to reality. I felt my cock begin to soften and just let her push me out of her. At which point, I rolled over on to the bed next to her, kissed her and said, "That was fucking amazing!" She just nodded and then suddenly sat up and ran for the bathroom.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up to something warm and soft and wet on my cock. I lifted my head up to see my beautiful naked wife washing my cock and balls with a washcloth. Seeing me watching her, she grinned and bent down and sucked my cock deep into her mouth. I was only partially hard at that point, actually just a little chubby, but the feeling of her blowjob and to see beautiful form bent over me made me hard again almost instantly.
When she felt that, she came up along my body and with an evil grin said, "I don't think we feel good this morning. I think we need call in sick and play hooky today."
That was all the encouragement I needed. I rolled over grabbed my phone and sent an email to my boss. Nobody calls in sick to work anymore. When I looked over to put my phone down, my wife was just finishing doing the same.
Grinning evilly she looked at me and said, "Now where was I?" I just laid back in the bed lifted my hips humping the air as a reminder.
We must have been sick, because the only time we left the bed was to shower and when my wife slipped on her sheer satin robe to get our dinner from the GrubHub guy and tip him by flashing her tits at him.
Later, I glanced at the clock and saw that it was about 9:30 pm. Seeing that I was awake, my wife used her fingers to slather another dose of lube on my cock and started giving me an amazing handjob. She stroked me hard again and then she straddled me. I couldn't help but feel surprised as I felt my cock slowly press its way into her nether regions.
"Why?" I whispered. "You never let me fuck your ass."
As she continued to lower herself onto my cock she said in a breathless husky voice, "It is because of that DVD you put on last night when you thought I was asleep. Listening to all those people fucking as I was falling asleep got me horny. When I heard a woman begging her guy to fuck her in the ass, I rolled over and watched it. It was so sexy. He fucked her ass in missionary and then doggy and then I have no idea what to call it. He must have fucked her ass ten different ways. And she loved it.
"I can tell when those porn actresses are faking it and when it is real. When they are enjoying it, their nipples stand up and they flush when they come. I watched her come four or five times while he had his way with her ass.
"I watched a couple more and those girls all seemed to enjoy it and then the last one I watched had two guys. One guy in her pussy and the other one in her ass. She was screaming she was coming so hard.
"I was playing with myself as I watched and I fell asleep after coming with that last girl. I guess I was hoping you'd fuck me this morning and when you played with my nipple, I damn near screamed I was so close.
"Your thumb up my ass made me remember those girls getting fucked in the ass and I decided I wanted to try your cock there."
At that point, she stopped talking because she was lying fully on top of me and began a full out assault on my lips with hers. The taste of my cum on her tongue from earlier, along with the taste of her pussy juices on my lips from a few minutes ago combined with the attention my cock was getting from her ass muscles transported me to a magical place.
We woke up to the buzzing of the alarm the next morning. "Shut that thing off," my wife growled sexily. "I need to see if your morning wood is good for anything."
As I got out of bed with a grin and a hard-on, I couldn't help but think, 'Thank god yesterday was Friday. There is no way I would be in any shape for work today when she is done with me.'
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96 | Alex and Penelope | rosess | Anal | 2011-05-20 | 2011-06-09 | 2022-01-08 09:49:52 | 13 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/alex-and-penelope-ch-01 | 1. Penelope moves in with her millionaire godfather for college. 2. Alex finally escalates his relationship with Penelope. 3. Penelope's first orgasm from Alex's tongue. 4. Alex teached Penelope how to suck his cock. 5. Alex takes Penelope's virginity. 6. Penelope learns that sex can be animalistic. 7. Alex explains everything. 8. Alex throws a party for Penelope. 9. Penelope's first mistake. 10. Penelope goes out clubbing, Claire comes home. 11. Alex takes Penelope on his business trip. 12. Claire puts Penelope in her place. 13. Alex talks about what he expects, tries a plug on Pen. | ['Anal Plug', 'Ass', 'Blond', 'Eighteen', 'Goddaughter', 'Godfather', 'Training'] | 4.56 | _Author's Note: This is an erotic novel in many chapters. This first chapter is the set up for what's to come, simply for the character development and scene setting a novel requires. It's my first time submitting to Literotica.com, and I appreciate you taking the time to read what I so enjoyed writing. Thank you._
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The summer after graduating high school had been filled with camping and hiking with friends and family before Penelope started college in the fall. She'd grown up in a tiny town, her graduating class less than a hundred, but had been accepted to many colleges after years of hard work.
She'd earned most of the scholarships available to her, as well as working a part time job to save, but the in the end, the money would barely get her through her first year anywhere other than a local community college, and even that was a good three hours from home.
Penelope had a godfather that was loaded, though she hadn't seen him since she was ten. He was a busy man who worked all the time, but had sent her money for her first car, along with extravagant gifts for her birthdays and Christmas presents over the years. He'd offered to pay for her college no matter where she went, but it was on her parent's suggestion that she choose the one closest to him.
"When he offered the full ride, his first suggestion was the university near his estate. He'll never have any children of his own, and he considers his own siblings money grubbers," her mother had explained one afternoon. "I have no doubt that you're high on his list as an heir. He loved you the second you were born."
Penelope's mother had given birth to her when she was sixteen, her father twenty. While typically the choice for a godfather would be someone much older, they'd chosen her mother's best friend, Alex. Two years after Penelope had been born and he'd graduated high school, his great grandfather had died and left him his estate. He'd moved there and attended the same university he'd suggested to Penelope, and had managed to make the money left to him ten times over.
"But I don't _know_ him," Penelope had argued. "Why would he care to know me?"
"His life keeps him busy, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love you still," her mother had said. "Alex is a good man, and he's done a lot for this family even though he didn't have to. Choosing a college close to him will give him a chance to know the beautiful woman you've become. It's very generous that he's offered to pay at all, so going to live with him while you attend would be as good as a thank you."
Penelope wasn't too sure, but she couldn't argue. She was grateful to this man she didn't know anymore, and staying close to him for the next four years as a thank you was the very least she could do.
A month before school would start, Penelope said goodbye to her mother and father, tears in their eyes, and boarded a plane to the unknown. She'd never been too far from home, and it was extremely scary to be moving away to live with the godfather she'd only communicated with through thank you cards and the occasional e-mail.
Alex was tied up in a conference call at home, so he sent his driver to retrieve Penelope from the airport. He felt like he owed her more, but his work had, unfortunately, always come before anyone else. It was why his marriages had failed, and his third was careening down hill. Luckily he'd been smart enough to have airtight prenups, or what he'd accumulated in his thirty- four years would be gone in alimony.
He'd been a terrible godfather, and regretted that he'd ever accepted. It wasn't that he didn't care deeply for Cheryl and Kevin, even more so for their only daughter, Penelope. But the life he'd chosen had kept him away from the only family he'd ever loved; the family that wasn't his. He'd tried to make it up by sending them checks that were never cashed, unlike the many loans to his own family that had never even been paid back. He was so glad that Penelope had taken him up on his offer to come live with him. Maybe he'd finally get to know the girl he'd once held in his arms and swore to take care of.
Most of his money at this point was made through investments, but he worked from home as a business consultant, and was a shareholder in various companies across the country . Often he'd fly out on his private jet for a few days at a time to help pick up the pieces of broken companies, at a hefty fee of course. He always relished leaving; it meant nights alone and away from the third bitch he'd married. It was sad, really. He'd thought Claire was different; that she hadn't fallen for him for his money. But no sooner had the marriage certificate been signed, she'd become they typical wife of a millionaire, living extravagantly and constantly attending social functions with other wives in the neighborhood for social clout that was undeserved.
He'd grown to despise her to the point where even her gorgeous looks weren't enough to compensate. Sex was rare, mostly because of him. She'd try, he'd turn her down. He doubted they'd last much longer, so a new face in the house might cheer him up.
While barely listening to the call he was on, he heard the town car pull up in the vast circular drive and glanced out his window with a smile.
"We'll have to pick this up tomorrow," he said strongly, knowing he had the power to end the call. "I have an appointment I must get to. We'll connect at nine AM to hash out the final details."
He hung up, then stood from his desk to look out the window. His driver scuttled around the car and opened the back door, and he held his breath. He'd received school pictures of Penelope over the years, the most recent in a frame on his desk. He'd never wanted children, but she was important to him, mostly because she never wanted for anything, unlike everyone he was surrounded by.
His breath caught in his throat when he saw her. He wasn't sure what he'd expected; certainly not this. An awkward teenager from the tiny town he'd grown up in. The pretty smiling girl in his picture that he felt like an absent father to, who had no animation. Certainly no body.
At least not a body like hers.
She was tall and thin; five-foot-six or so, and barely a curve to her adolescent frame, with sandy blond hair that fell in gentle waves down her back. There was actually an awkwardness, but only because she was hesitant, staring up at his vast estate in awe, as though it were unreal to her. She was no longer the little girl he'd been envisioning, his last memory of her as a ten year old playing on a merry-go-round.
She was a young woman.
Penelope thanked Ben the driver, never noticing the hungry looks he tried to hide as he eyed her body. _What a lucky man_ , he thought of Alex, as he'd often thought, but never as much as now. _A gorgeous wife, tons of dough, and this hot chick now coming to live with him_. He found himself greatly looking forward to being Penelope's escort in the future. Maybe he'd get to know her. Maybe she'd find an interest in him. Maybe he'd get to bed her, if one of the gardeners or pool boys didn't catch her first.
Looking at the large double doors, Penelope felt as though she'd entered another world. She'd never seen anything so extravagant. They'd entered through iron gates into a high brick walled stretch of land, too large to be called a yard. The house was two stories, but wide as a city block; white, with balconies and pillars. The windows were paned and tall, curved at the top.
"We'll see your suitcases brought up to your room, Miss Penelope," Ben said, opening the trunk. "Head on up, you're expected."
Gulping, Penelope walked up to the doors. Before she could knock, they swung open with an air of grandeur, revealing an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair, maybe in his mid-fifties.
"Miss Penelope," he said with a bow. "My name is Reuben. I'm Master Alex's butler."
_Geez, he even has a butler!_ Penelope smiled, her lips quivering in fear. She was so out of her element. "Nice to meet you," she managed to squeak, ducking her head low to look around through her eyebrows.
"Alex is on a conference call, so I'll be showing you to your—"
"That's unnecessary, Reuben," came a voice. Penelope located its owner as he entered the large foyer and clapped the butler on the shoulder. "I can't exactly work on Penelope's first day here."
Penelope was stunned. He wasn't at all what she'd expected. He'd always been kind and rather amusing in their correspondence, but she hadn't seen a picture of him in years, nothing recent. The only picture she had was of him and her on their last visit, and though she'd come to see him as an attractive man now that she was old enough to recognize it, today she'd expected to see someone old. Though her father wasn't exactly old, he was certainly showing the signs of age.
Alex was not. His chestnut hair was still as full as it had been eight years ago, though slightly shorter. It was an inch or so, thick and full of body. He was thin under his expensive button up shirt and black slacks, but the sleeves of his shirt didn't hide the definition of muscles only a man who worked out often achieved.
She'd expected a father figure. What she saw now was an attractive man, exuding confidence and wealth.
"Hello, Godfather," she said, trying to be bright. The title felt awkward as it passed her lips, but she didn't know what else to call him. Luckily, he made it easier.
"Godfather makes me sound old," he said with a chuckle. He was only thirty- four. "Or like a gangster, which I'm not. Just call me Alex. You look beautiful, Penelope. Lovelier than your mother, though I never said that!"
Penelope laughed, finally feeling at ease. He was the same great guy she'd come to love as a child. "Alex it is!" she agreed, grinning.
"Come give me a hug," he said.
Penelope obeyed, embracing him with a warmth they'd shared when he'd visited her more often as a kid. And though she still felt out of her element, she was now secure in her decision to come. It would take some getting used to—well, a lot of getting used to, but now she felt excitement rather than trepidation.
Her two suitcases had been brought in, and as Alex released her, he looked over at Reuben. "Take those to her room, then check on dinner." Reuben nodded, and began lugging the cases up the enormous sweeping staircase while Alex turned his attention back to Penelope. "I hope you don't mind we'll be eating here. I want to give you time to get settled before I take you around."
"Where is Claire?" Penelope asked, searching what she could see of the house. There was a large sitting room to the left that held an open door on the far wall that looked to be an office. To the right was a hall with many doors. She had no idea how a house could hold so many rooms, let alone what could possibly fill them.
"Claire is with her girlfriends picking out fabrics," he said with distaste. "She's unhappy with the drapes in the dining room."
Penelope noticed the first hint of a sour mood, and was surprised. He'd only married her a year ago, and didn't seem too happy at the mention of her name, so she let it drop.
He didn't, however. "We're supposed to attend a fundraiser tonight, but she's on her own. She's leaving for Fiji at the end of the week, but I'm sure you'll see her around before her _much needed vacation_."
The sarcasm didn't go unnoticed. "Well, I'm looking forward to meeting her. I'm sorry we didn't make it to the wedding. Mom and dad . . . you know. They didn't want to let you pay for the trip and couldn't get the funds to come . . ."
"Of course," he said kindly with a small shake of his head. "A third wedding isn't too much to celebrate. Come and let me show you around."
Penelope followed Alex through the first floor. There was a large dining room with a mahogany table long enough to seat at least twenty, adjacent to an even larger kitchen, where she met Beverly, the cook. She was a plump woman with rosey cheeks and the friendliest smile Penelope had ever seen. She warmed to her immediately.
A study lined with bookshelves that held a wall of bottles and a shelf of cigars, along with leather chairs and a pool table. There was even an honest to goodness ballroom at the far end of the house. There was an entertainment room that rivaled a movie theatre. Penelope hadn't known LED TV's could get so large, and there were enough plush leather couches to seat a large crowd.
Alex brought her through the sitting room, showed her his office, then led her down another hall to a workout room. She stared through the windows at the back of the house at an enormous pool that curved into different round sections; one with a waterfall, one with a diving board and slide, and the last with a sort of cave for privacy. Chairs and tables lined the pool and she envisioned the summer pool parties she had probably missed now that fall was steadily approaching.
The grounds continued beyond the pool to the high brick wall, perfectly symmetrical in the layout of paths and greenery. In the back corner was a house the size of the one she'd grown up in, and Alex explained that Reuben lived there with his wife. There was a drive by their tiny house with a back entrance to the grounds that was all their own. Penelope thought that was nice. They had a house provided to them that was private, despite working here in the house.
Alex lived like royalty.
Finally she was brought upstairs and told that there were twelve bedrooms. When she asked why he needed so many, he laughed. "You never know when company will stay over, especially after parties when they can't drive themselves home."
He entered a room and stepped to the side for her to follow. "This will be your room, if it's okay for you."
It was more than okay. The room was regal to say the least, with crème walls and a large four-poster bed, complete with a canopy tied to each of the posts. The bedding was lilac, the pillows plush. There was a door near the bed that led to a bathroom all her own. At home she'd had to share a single bathroom with her parents. She couldn't contain the gasp.
Alex smiled, pleased by her reaction. He would do everything he could to see that she was happy here, and it was nice to be around someone who didn't take anything for granted. The day Claire had moved in, she'd started redecorating his house on his dime, saying she didn't want his house to look like his ex- wife. Not that he blamed her. Alison had had horrible taste.
As he watched Penelope slowly search the room, taking in everything in awe, he couldn't help but admire her beauty. He'd been honest in saying she was far more beautiful than her mother, and he'd had a crush on Cheryl as a teenager, something he'd never really gotten over. He'd never disliked Kevin for winning her heart though, and was glad he'd been asked to be a part of their lives when they'd had the accidental pregnancy, in the form of a godfather.
He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help his eyes as they travelled across her chest; small perky breasts below the taught fabric of her grey tee. When she turned to look out the French doors to the balcony, his eyes located her cute little ass, accentuated by her form fitting dark blue jeans.
_There's nothing wrong with this. She's not my blood._
But it would have to stop. He was only looking, and wouldn't allow himself to look again.
"It's perfect," he heard her breathe. Her voice warmed him, the awe it held, and he walked over to stand beside her.
"I just hope you'll be happy here," he said. "And if you're ever not, you let me know. You don't owe me anything, and if you want to move to the campus, I'll help you in every way I can. It's my job."
He meant it. Mostly.
"I can't imagine I'd be unhappy here," Penelope said, truly unable to. This house was a paradise she didn't deserve. She had no idea what she'd done in her life to be so blessed. "Thank you so much for everything."
Alex smiled, again warmed by her appreciation. He couldn't remember the last person he'd been around who didn't want anything from him. His so called friends were superficial rich people, assholes underneath. Their wives were petty and loved to trash talk. His business associates were greedy.
Penelope was pure. He'd expected nothing less, considering who she'd been raised by, but it was nice to know she lived up to his hopes. In fact, she'd far exceeded them.
"Get comfortable," he said. "Unpack, take a bath if you want. I know travel makes me feel grimy, so just relax and make yourself at home. I have dinner scheduled in about an hour."
After thanking him again, Penelope began unpacking her things into the dresser and closet, then took him up on having the most luxurious bath she'd ever had in her life, in her very own bathroom.
She didn't know what to change into after that; all her clothes were cheap and out of place in this palace, but she tried. Finally choosing a black skirt and blue blouse, she made her way downstairs promptly at six and into the dining room.
Alex had spent an hour working out in the gym in hopes of clearing the image of her body from his thoughts. It had helped until he'd popped in the shower, but while naked with hot water beating down on his body, his thoughts got the better of him.
_It's only because she's new_ , he'd assured himself. _She's just not what I expected. After a few days it'll go away._
The dinner was a four course meal, served by Beverly. The conversation never stopped as Penelope told Alex all about her life back home, her excitement over starting college, and how her family was. Alex told her about his job, then talked about a party he'd held here three nights ago. It was easy for both of them.
Until Claire showed up half way through and joined them. Penelope had been excited to meet her, but Claire looked at her coldly after hearing Alex wouldn't be escorting her to the fundraiser.
"I already told you," he said. "Penelope just arrived and I want to be around to help her settle in."
"That's what your staff is for," she said through her teeth. Claire looked at Penelope with disdain. She couldn't believe Alex had let this country girl come live with them, and for the next four years, none the less! It had been amusing in theory, but now that she was here, it was real. She had a teenage daughter figure to deal with, and she was too damn young to be a mother. She blew out some air. "You'll have plenty of time to make her comfortable while I'm in Fiji. This fundraiser is important, and I can't show up alone!"
"We are not talking about this," Alex growled. "Especially not in front of our guest."
Claire shut up, and dinner resumed in awkward silence.
When Claire left, Penelope and Alex sat down to watch TV and talk some more, but Penelope was quickly wiped out from a four hour flight. She felt bad about going to bed so early, especially since Alex had turned down attending the fundraiser that Claire found so important, but she was nodding off on the couch.
It was Alex that suggested she head off to bed, and Penelope was grateful.
***
To his chagrin, work kept Alex occupied through much of the morning. He wished he'd had his personal assistant cancelling his appointments, something he hadn't considered until he'd found yesterday that he wanted to spend time with Penelope and get to know her. So after ending a long call, he had his assistant juggle things for the following week so he could take the very rare vacation from work. Penelope would need to go to the college and get books, and he wanted to be there. He wanted to show her around town instead of making Ben do it. He wanted to hang out with her in the house so she'd start to feel at home, and that was exactly what he intended to do.
He met her for lunch and told her his plan. Penelope was thrilled, as she'd spent the morning at a loss of what to do. It wasn't that she minded being left alone. She'd been an only child, she was used to it. But she didn't feel like this was home, she felt like a guest, so wandering the house was out of the question. She'd spent the morning reading in her room.
"It's a sunny day," Alex suggested. "You should hang out outside, maybe go swim. I'm sorry I'm busy, but in a few days I'll have the week."
"Is Claire around?" Penelope asked, thinking she ought to get to know her better.
Alex shook his head with an amused eye-roll. "Claire is either out with friends, planning parties and benefits, or shopping. The only time she's here during the day is if it's her turn to entertain the neighborhood ladies."
"Oh," Penelope said.
Alex heard how disheartened she was. "I'll talk to her tonight. See if I can't get her to take you out before she leaves Saturday."
"That would be nice," Penelope said, not that she really wanted to spend a day out with Claire after meeting her the night before. But it was important that they got along if she was going to be living here for the next four years, so she would work her ass off to get to know her.
Alex returned to his work, annoyed. He felt bad that he hadn't had the foresight to start a vacation the day Penelope arrived. The poor girl was alone in a strange place, and while that never bothered him, Penelope didn't have the confidence and power he had. It was obvious that she felt out of place here when she needed to feel like this was home. He wanted her here; she was a breath of fresh air that he hadn't known he needed.
Penelope changed into a bikini in her room, then pulled on shorts and a shirt over the top, sunglasses on her head. The house was kept cool with air conditioning, but it was hot outside still, being that it was the end of August. She shivered while carrying a towel and a magazine through the house, her skin covered in goose bumps. But once outside, it felt too hot even for the shorts and tee, so she stripped them off at a chair and dove right into the pool.
The cool water felt amazing in contrast to the hot sun, and she explored the sections that were connected by thin channels. Starting at the waterfall, she stood in the waist high water and let it cascade over her body, laughing to herself in pleasure.
The middle section was the largest and very deep, with the diving board and slide, so she quickly swam across it to the third and final section. When she entered the cave, she noticed it continued further back than previously thought, the slate rocks forming seats. It was nice to be out of the direct sunlight, but it wasn't long before the chill of the water made her feel cold.
Swimming alone felt great, but after about thirty minutes, it lost its appeal without others to join in the fun, so she climbed out and laid down on one of the loungers with her magazine, putting the sunglasses over her eyes.
Alex had five minutes, so he went to the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water and see if Penelope had taken him up on his suggestion. He peered out the window and saw her on the padded lounge chair. He didn't have much a view, as she'd taken up one on this side of the pool instead of the other, but what he could see was pretty enticing.
She wore a yellow halter bikini top and boyshort bottoms. His view was only from the side, but the profile of her body was enough. Her small breasts were inches above the magazine she'd propped against her flat stomach, one leg bent and propped up with the other straight out. He stared at her, watched her flip a page, then another, sipping his water. Her hair was wet, so she'd been swimming, and he wished he'd caught her earlier so he could watch her move through the pool.
Once on vacation from work, he'd have to join her.
***
Alex had failed in convincing Claire to spend time with Penelope, which pissed him off. He was glad she was leaving for three weeks, wished she'd be gone for longer. She was beautiful; dark brown hair and large breasts that he'd bought for her when she'd asked for them. Her hips curved, though she was still thin. But she wasn't the woman he'd married. It had been an act to get him. The only reason she was still around was his complete apathy. He just didn't care anymore.
Friday night, Claire had attempted to have sex with him before she left the following morning. Usually he'd give in, even though he didn't like her all that much. She was beautiful and sexy, no doubt, but that was all that was left of his attraction. But Friday he just couldn't bring himself to do it. She was leaving the next morning and he honestly didn't care if she came back.
He also couldn't shake the image of Penelope in her bikini by the pool. The more he thought about it, the more his guilt grew. He wasn't supposed to think of Penelope like that. It wasn't that he was married; he'd often times met women at parties he'd fantasized about. But Penelope! He'd held her as a baby, even though he was only sixteen years her senior. He was still a young guy with the libido of an adolescent teenager. The periods of bachelorhood between his wives had been filled with women, sometimes more than one at a time.
Penelope was pure. And she certainly didn't deserve to be thought of a sex object the way Alex had been thinking of her. He'd kill any other man who even gave her a hungry glance to protect her. He knew he had to get himself in check, and would work his ass off to change his view.
Claire left early Saturday morning with a short goodbye kiss from Alex, then he met Penelope outside by the pool for breakfast. They sat under an umbrella in the warm morning sun and ate crepes prepared by Beverly. Alex was dressed comfortably in shorts and a tee. Even though he worked from home, he still always dressed like he worked at an office just because he'd often have to run out to meet an associate.
It was nice to start a weeklong vacation, and he was going to relax and enjoy it.
Penelope was in a pink tank-top with lacy details on the seams, and off-white shorts and sandals. She still felt underdressed here, like the poor girl pretending to live in a castle with the royals. She didn't want to take anything from Alex; he'd already offered her the world. But once they did hit up the town, she'd have to take a little of her savings and buy some nicer clothes that didn't come from a Wal-Mart.
"I really hope you haven't been too lonely," Alex said with apology, taking a bite of his crepe.
"No, I've been fine!" Penelope assured him. "It's actually been relaxing to settle in rather than go crazy. It's really nice of you to take some time off. It wasn't necessary."
"It was necessary, and you don't need to thank me," Alex said. "I should have done it the day you got here."
"So what's on the agenda?" Penelope asked, excitement in her eyes. It didn't really matter what they did, but she was glad she'd be spending some time with him finally. She'd been honest in saying she was fine, but it had been a little lonely since she knew no one here and was in a strange place. Maybe now she'd finally start to get comfortable and look at this house as home.
"Well, this week we'll have to hit up the university," Alex began. "Get your books, show you around. I'll have my assistant set up an appointment for you with a guidance counselor, so when that's settled we'll have a day set aside for it all. Otherwise, it's up to you. What do you want to do?"
Penelope chuckled. "I don't have a clue!" she cried.
Alex grinned. She was darling _and_ beautiful. "Well, how about I take you around town this morning, then we'll come back here and relax at the pool." Alex had been dying to see her in that yellow bikini again. Maybe they could do some shopping and he could find something a little skimpier.
_Stop_ , he chided himself.
"That would be great," Penelope said. She'd definitely look for some nicer clothes today; outfits that would make her feel like she fit in here in this palace.
Ben drove them downtown and wove through the streets while Alex pointed out landmarks. There was a huge park that he said they should hit up this week because there was a beautiful pond in the center that had a mile long path as its perimeter, along with food vendors and street entertainers.
They were dropped off on the main street with high end shops. The first one they entered, Penelope found she wanted to take everything home. She'd only ever seen such fine clothes in movies and magazines. When she spotted a top in brilliant chartreuse, she decided she had to have it.
Until she saw the price tag, and her jaw nearly hit the floor.
Alex noticed this, then gestured for a saleswoman to come over. "This is Penelope," he said to the sales woman, then pulled out his black AmEx. The woman's eyes widened and a smile danced on her lips that she tried very hard to hide. Alex held it out to her and gestured to Penelope with his head. "See that she gets anything she wants, and more."
The card was snatched and Penelope was ushered away from Alex by the saleswoman before she even knew what was happening. The woman brought her to a dressing room without even letting Penelope look around. "I'll be right back with clothes for you to try on," she said. "Size two?"
Penelope nodded, aghast. She couldn't believe what was happening, and entered the dressing room that had been opened feeling dumbstruck. A few minutes later, the saleswoman returned with a rack of clothes in tow. It was unlike anything Penelope had ever experienced.
She took her time trying things on, trying to make choices so Alex wouldn't spend too much, when she liked everything that had been laid out for her.
"Well, at least show me something!" she heard Alex call.
Humbly, Penelope exited the dressing room in a short skirt and the chartreuse top she'd eyed immediately upon entering the store. Alex sat on a round couch with a glass of champagne and Penelope saw his approval in the grin he wore. She ducked her head low and brushed her hands at her side. "Well?"
"Stunning," he said, meaning it. She'd been beautiful before, but in clothes that were properly tailored, she was mouthwatering. "That's definitely coming home with you."
Penelope couldn't contain her smile.
They left the store an hour later after spending more money than Penelope could even let herself think of. It would have paid for a semester at the out of state university and then some. Ben met them to load her bags and they continued on.
While walking the street, Penelope paused at a lingerie shop, admiring the mannequins in the window. The one that caught her eye was wearing a pink and black polka dot bra and panties, along with matching suspenders holding up thigh high sheers. It was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen.
"Did you want to go in?" Alex asked, trying to sound indifferent, though imagining the previous setting of Penelope showing off outfits while he sipped champagne.
Penelope blushed, her cheeks hot. "Oh, no," she stammered.
"There's nothing wrong with buying lingerie," Alex said. He hoped he didn't sound like he was pressuring her, but he wanted to let her know that it was okay if she wanted to buy some nice underwear. "I'll even stay out here if you like."
"Maybe another time," Penelope said, turning away from the mannequin she'd been so entranced by.
At another shop, there was more sportswear, including bathing suits. Alex worked the same magic as before with his black centurion card and chuckled as a bewildered Penelope was swept into the back once more. When the saleswoman returned, he snagged her.
"She needs summer clothes, since it'll be warm through October," he said, then grinned. "And swimsuits. Lots of them. We have a pool that I expect she'll be in as much as she can."
"Of course," the woman said, adding a little flirtation into her voice. "Anything you want."
Penelope watched the rack pushed into her dressing room and studied the garments. They were a huge change from the last store, these being much more casual. And a little cheaper, to her relief. Lots of tiny shorts, a couple pairs of capris, tank tops and halters, and a ton of bikinis. Well, there was a pool, and she couldn't very well keep wearing the only swimsuit she had. But she started with the clothes, choosing white capris and a navy halter, then exited the dressing room.
Alex was hovering a distance away, not sitting. "Looks great, Pen," he called. "Get everything you want."
She was glad she wouldn't have to show off everything. She hadn't minded it with the other clothes, but by the time she got to the bikinis, she didn't want to parade out of the dressing room wearing them.
Once everything had been tried on, she left the dressing room to find Alex talking to the sales woman.
"Anything else you need?" the woman asked.
"I don't think so," Penelope said.
"So what did you like?" Alex asked.
Penelope shook her head in wonder. "God, everything!" she said.
"Then I guess we're taking everything," Alex told the saleswoman.
Penelope's jaw dropped. "No, I didn't mean it like—"
"Of course you didn't," Alex interrupted with a chuckle. "But you need clothes for the weather, and for the pool. Might as well load you up now."
"You don't have to do any of this," Penelope said, overcome.
"But I want to," Alex said kindly. "Don't worry about it."
When they returned to the estate, Reuben and Ben lugged the shopping bags up to Penelope's room.
"Why don't you go change and we'll go for a swim," Alex suggested, trying to force down his ulterior motives, denying they even existed. "Spend the day relaxing."
"Okay," Penelope agreed with a huge smile. She was so excited to look through her new things. She hurried up the stairs and into her room.
Once Reuben and Ben had brought the last of the bags up, they shut the door and she began to dig. It was swimsuits she was after. She had so many now, she didn't know how she'd decide what to wear first. So at random, she pulled five sets out and laid them on the bed, staring down at them.
They were all very different, and all perfect. After finally figuring she'd be by the pool a lot over the next few months, she closed her eyes, spun a circle, then picked up the first one she felt.
The bikini top was a wired cup, the bottoms skimpy, but not stringed like a few of the others. The pattern was a swirl of reds and oranges, and once she'd changed, she studied the final product in the full length mirror.
She looked, and felt . . . sexy.
The wired cups pushed her breasts up so they appeared more round on the tops, and though she was only a B, there was a tiny padding to the bikini that made them look larger. The colors looked a little too bright against her pale skin, and the bottoms only rose to the top of her hips. But it was amazing, really. For the first time, she felt like a woman. Maybe even a woman who deserved to be here.
They'd bought a beach sarong that she tied around her waist. Again, freezing from the air conditioning, she made a run for it with another towel, sunglasses on her head, for the warmth of the outdoors.
Alex sat on a lounger in his Hawaiian trunks, and held his breath when he saw Penelope dash outside. As she walked his way, he admired how her breasts bounced in the bikini; how they were pushed up and together to create a hint of cleavage. Her hips swayed with each step, and he knew it was subconscious, but incredibly sexy none the less. It was just her.
She sat down beside him and slipped out of her sandals. Alex grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion and squirted some in his palm, then began rubbing it on his legs. Penelope reached for it and began the same.
She noticed that as he ran his hands over his chest, she was staring. There was hardly a hair on him, and his muscles were more defined than she thought. He was tan, probably from doing just this; lying out in the sun when he got a spare moment.
But what really surprised her was her reaction. When she'd first arrived, she'd seen an extremely attractive man; not the older godfather she'd known as a kid. But now she saw him as something else. She saw him as someone she wanted to touch, which was pretty damn foreign for her. She'd had a few boyfriends, the early ones in middle school had only really involved kissing. In high school she'd had a few more, but nothing ever escalated beyond some brief touching of her breasts. So to think of Alex in a sexual way was a new feeling entirely.
Alex watched as Penelope worked the lotion over her flat stomach, then across her chest. He couldn't help but imagine his hands doing the work, and again reminded himself how wrong it was. But he was getting better at justifying it. It wasn't like they were related, and he'd certainly bedded his share of eighteen year olds in his time. Hell, he'd lost his virginity when he was fifteen. He might be older, but there was _nothing_ wrong with being sexually attracted to Penelope. And god, she was _soo_ attractive.
"Let me get your back," Alex offered calmly. He was an expert at calm; women never had a clue what he was thinking. He'd mastered the art of getting what he wanted years ago.
Penelope smiled, but inside she'd turned to mush. She knew how awkward she sounded as she said, "Okay," the word coming out in at least four syllables. She felt clumsy as she turned her back to him and brushed her hair over her shoulder to keep it off her back. What was happening to her? She shouldn't feel this way!
As she felt his hands meet her shoulders, she shuddered with excitement. She'd spent the last few minutes wondering what it would be like to touch him, and here he was, touching her. His hands rubbed their way down to the clasp, then made gentle circles.
Alex lifted a strap to work his hand under it, taking his time. With constant justification, he even allowed himself to wonder what it would be like to pull the straps down her shoulders, then unclasp the back. He wondered if Penelope would ever go topless by his pool, as so many women had, including Claire. He wanted to see those breasts more than anything in his life. It was a good thing he could control himself, or he would be getting a hard-on just from this.
Penelope shivered once more as she felt his fingers slide just under her armpits, and had a quick flash of them continuing all the way around. She could feel her nipples harden and knew from the heat in her face that she was turning red. Thank god she had her back turned, otherwise she'd be mortified.
Alex grabbed the bottle for another dollop, then began rubbing her lower back. He let his fingertips slide up under the back clasp, then massaged the lotion into her back. He worked her sides, feeling how thin she was in his large hands, then finally made his way down to her bikini bottom.
He smiled as he worked as low as he could possibly go. These bottoms rested so low on her hips that he could feel the slight curve of the top of her ass where her hips widened. Thank god they'd bought new bikinis; that yellow one had boyshorts that nearly reached her belly button.
When he'd finished, he patted her shoulders. "All done," he said. "My turn."
When she spun around, he loved how her hair fell across her left breast; the slight curl it had, giving it body. She was smiling, though awkwardly, as if she wasn't entirely sure what to do. But she picked up the bottle and he turned his back to her.
Feeling her tiny hands rub his back was heaven, and over far too quickly. She did a thorough job, but nothing more. And God, how he wanted more.
Once lotioned up, they rose and slid into the pool, starting on the far side with the waterfall. Penelope sank low to prepare her skin for the shock of cold water before rising again and walking over to the waterfall to let it cascade on her body once more. She thought she needed it to clean her thoughts, but it only added to the sensation of pleasure that was making her skin alive.
Alex tried to hide that he was watching, but Penelope standing in the flow of water as it trickled down her body was erotic, which was one of the main reasons he had the waterfall in the first place. He'd loved watching women stand in it. He'd loved playing in it with women as they kissed, feeling each other's bodies. But other women were the farthest thing from his mind. It was only Penelope.
He joined her in the flow of water, and they laughed together as it splashed down on them, Penelope exclaiming how much she loved the pool. Alex was glad, as he hoped to spend as much time as he could with her in it and around it. Anything that would keep her in bikinis, or less.
They swam through the deep end, and Alex climbed out to use the slide. It took some urging, but Penelope finally did the same, shrieking on her way down. When she crashed into the water, he swam over to her and grabbed her, playfully dunking her under the water just so he could touch her body.
Finally they made their way to the cave; his grotto, usually used for naughtier play by himself and often times, his guests. They sat down and talked for a long time, their words echoing as the water made fantastic light patterns on the slate rocks.
After playing in the pool, they returned to their chairs and lounged back to relax. Penelope hadn't brought a book or a magazine, but the silence was nice. Just being with him was nice, instead of laying out here alone like she had the previous time.
"I'm going to go get a drink," Alex said suddenly, sitting up. "Want anything?"
"Sure," Penelope said. "A coke or something?"
Alex smiled slyly. "That's _not_ exactly the kind of drink I was going to get. It's hot out, we're by a pool, and you've got a cabana boy. How do you feel about margaritas?"
Penelope grinned. "I'm not twenty-one," she said.
"And we're not at a bar," Alex responded. "So I'll be right back."
Alex made his way into the kitchen and started mixing up their drinks. Once everything was in the blender, he switched it on, peering out the window at Penelope. His intention was not to get her drunk; he would never take advantage like that, ever. But a few drinks by the pool would be fun, especially with how hot it was.
He returned with the drinks and sat down, holding one out to Penelope. "Cheers," he said, clinking her glass, then watching her perfect lips take a tiny sip.
She smiled. "Very good," she said with approval, then took another drink.
A refill later, Reuben came outside. "Beverly is about to start dinner," he said. "Do you have any requests?"
Instead of answering, Alex turned to Penelope with a raise of his eyebrow. She shrugged in return. "Anything's fine," Alex said, then thought about it. "We'll take dinner outside."
Reuben disappeared. There was no way Alex was going to let Penelope out of that bikini until she turned in for the night.
When dinner was served, Penelope wrapped her sarong around her waist and sat down at the table for another luxurious meal. She couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to Alex. She'd never really had trouble with conversations, but talking to him was like talking to her best friend, and they never ran out of things to say. He was funny, serious, and everything in between. It probably helped that she was a little tipsy from the drinks, and when Alex asked Beverly to mix them up more, she was looking forward to continuing her buzz.
They lounged again until the sun set, sipping 7&7's. As soon as the sun had dipped below the horizon, the air chilled. "Hot tub?" Alex asked.
"Absolutely," Penelope replied, the alcohol giving her more confidence. It was nice not feeling awkward anymore. Maybe it was starting to feel like home.
They sat in corners side by side, the seats having several jets for massaging backs. Penelope was in heaven. Alex hadn't enjoyed himself this much in a long time. Part of it was that he was beginning a vacation. Mostly it was Penelope.
That night, Penelope dreamed things she'd never imagined. She dreamed that she was in the pool with Alex, sitting in the cave. That he held her in his arms. That he kissed her. That his hands gripped her breasts. She dreamed they had sex, and when she woke up abruptly in the middle of the night, she found herself hoping that maybe someday that would be the case.
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97 | Alexa and the Missionary Position | Boxlicker101 | Anal | 2005-01-22 | 2005-01-22 | 2022-01-08 09:50:01 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/alexa-and-the-missionary-position | She lies on her back to be taken in the ass. | ['Alexa Beautiful', 'Alexa Long', 'Alexa Moaned', 'Alexa Smiled', 'Ass Thrusting', 'Bed Presenting', 'Clit Wanna', 'Hole Wanted', 'Juices Squirted', 'Tube Aquaglide'] | 4.22 | One of my favorite lady friends is Alexa, an Hispanic woman with a beautiful, smiling face, long black hair and a great figure. Her breasts are gorgeous but the best part of her figure is her curvaceous ass, and Alexa uses her ass for more than just sitting. She loves sex with me, and her favorite activities are having her pussy eaten and being fucked in her ass. Alexa also enjoys the feel of my cock sliding in and out of her mouth but this is mostly foreplay to her and she considers her ass to be by far the best place for me to put my cock. Eating a beautiful pussy, fucking a marvelous, tight ass like Alexa's and having my cock sucked by her pretty face are some of my favorite activities also so we have great times when we get together.
The last time we got together was last week after she called me to invite me over. Knowing what she had in mind made me eager to join her and when she let me in the door, my kisses were unrestrained. Alexa seemed equally happy to have me there and seconds after our lips were pressed together, our tongues became re-acquainted. She was barefoot and wearing shorts and a t-shirt and, as I hugged her, I could tell she was not wearing a bra. After my hands had begun caressing under the waist band of her shorts, fondling her soft, smooth ass, I knew she wasn't wearing any underwear at all.
Seconds after entering her bedroom, she wasn't wearing any clothing of any kind and, less than a minute later, I was equally naked. Alexa lay on her back on the bed, a pillow under her head and another one ready to slide under her ass when the time was right. As I started kissing her beautiful, highly- kissable face, she smiled even more, especially as my lips moved down the erogenous areas in her throat. She liked the feel of my lips on her face and throat but she knew she would like it even more in the places where my mouth was heading.
The first of those places were her beautiful, light brown breasts with their big, dark nipples. I cupped a hand under the nearest one and started licking the nipple with broad strokes of my tongue. It quickly became erect as I licked and Alexa murmured about how good it felt. When my mouth moved over to the other luscious globe and licked that nipple, she expressed even more enjoyment. "I love that, George. I love everything you do with your tongue," she whispered to me while her upper body squirmed on the bed, presenting her breasts to me for our mutual pleasure.
She loved it even more when I carefully drew one of her succulent mounds into my mouth. My tongue continued to lick Alexa's erect nipple and trace her areola while I sucked gently on the soft, brown flesh. I could hear her cooing happily as my mouth switched back and forth between her twin treasures and, when I turned my eyes toward her pussy, I could see she was humping into the air and I could smell the fragrant juices running out onto her crotch. Although we were both enjoying what my mouth and her luscious breasts were doing for each other, we both knew we would get even more pleasure when my mouth and her pussy became reacquainted. I kissed and licked my way down her soft belly on my way to make that happen.
Alexa has a thatch of coarse, black pubic hair and I had no interest in licking that so I got up to get between her legs, taking my tube of Aquaglide with me. Alexa smiled when she saw the lubricant. She knew that I would have at least one finger in her ass while I ate her pussy, and that finger would soon be followed by my cock. As I knelt between her legs, Alexa lifted her ass off the bed so I could slip the second pillow into place. With her pussy raised to the proper level to be eaten, she reached both hands underneath herself and spread her ass cheeks. I placed the nozzle of the Aquaglide in her puckered hole and squirted in a generous dollop, then reached the middle finger of my right hand in and spread it around inside her ass.
When she was well lubricated, I placed my shoulders against the undersides of her thighs so she could rest her legs on my back. My left arm went around one thigh and I twined the index and middle fingers of my right hand and penetrated her well-lubricated ass with the tips. "Put your fingers in me, George," she told me. You know how much I like things in my ass."
I did know, and very well and, as I leaned forward to start licking up all the fresh juices that were streaming from Alexa's pussy, I pushed my fingers farther into her where she wanted them. "Oooo," she squealed. "That feels good."
It felt even better to her as I pushed my fingers in all the way to the knuckles and her pussy fucked harder into my face while my tongue sluiced up all her delicious juices. After feasting on the nectar, I started licking between Alexa's inner and outer pussy lips on one side, truly enjoying the feel of her soft, smooth flesh on the tip of my tongue. While I was licking her pussy, I started slowly fucking my fingers into her ass, enjoying the sound of Alexa cooing with delight every time I thrust them into her. She really loved the feel of my fingers going in and out of her ass and we both knew she would love my cock even more.
Both of us immensely enjoyed the feel of my tongue slowly licking her swollen pussy lips, probing into the seam between the inner and outer labia. Because it was so good for both of us, I took my time, covering the outer lip and the outer surface of the inner lip. Later my tongue would caress the other side of her inner lip but that would be when she was almost ready to cum and I hoped to spend a long and enjoyable time slowly eating her pussy before that happened.
Just on the first pair of lips, I spent a long time, and when I reached the place where the inner lip ends by merging with the other inner lip to form Alexa's clit hood, I continued to lick her outer lip to the end. When I reached that point, I drew my head back to gaze on Alexa's beautiful pussy. She was doubly beautiful because of her high state of arousal, with her engorged lips and her clit, so swollen it was starting to protrude from its protective hood. I truly enjoyed the sight of Alexa's pussy fucking up toward my face and the sight and the delightful aroma of the juices gushing from her. As wonderful as her juices smell, they taste even better. While I was pleasing my eyes and nose, Alexa interrupted my thoughts and her moans of pleasure. "Don't stop, George. Keep eating my pussy, it feels wonderful." I had no problem doing as she said and I buried my face in her crotch and feasted on the nectar her pussy had been producing.
After devouring all the juices, I started licking her other pair of labia in the same way as I had licked the first. The second pair was even more swollen than the first, as Alexa had become even more aroused. Once again, after licking the outer lip all the way to the end I gazed rapturously at the gorgeous pussy that was so good to eat. By that time, her clit had become even more swollen and was protruding completely from its protective hood. Not wanting Alexa to admonish me for stopping, I once more got busy, this time lightly stroking her clit with my tongue.
The reaction was almost immediate. "Oh, God! Oh, god, yes. That's it, George. Lick my clit. Suck my clit. Fuck my ass," Alexa pleaded, and her pussy fucked even harder into my face. I did keep pleasuring her ass with my fingers but I didn't lick her clit very long or with very much pressure. Later, I would, when it was time for her to cum but before that ultimate moment of ecstasy for both of us, there was more pleasure for my mouth to give and receive, and more places in Alexa's adorable pussy where I would be giving and receiving it.
The next place was at the lower edge of Alexa's precious love hole where I probed my tongue in, reveling in the juices that squirted into my mouth. Her moans of pleasure were now ending in sobs or whimpers and she was rocking from side to side on her ass and thumping her legs against my shoulders. "Oh" she gave a start as I turned the hand whose fingers were fucking her ass. I turned my hand to give my chin more room as I probed my tongue into her love hole. Alexa liked it so much that, for as long as I was eating her pussy, I continued twisting my fingers as I thrust them in and out of her hungry ass.
After probing the lower edge, I continued up the sides of her wet hole, thrusting in with my tongue and delighting in the aroma and flavor of the fresh juices that squirted out. While stroking the edges of her delicious pink hole, my tongue also explored under her swollen inner pussy lips. Back and forth between them I moved my tongue, dipping into the bubbling nectar of Alexa's adorable hole.
"Suck my clit, George. Suck my clit! I wanna cum!" Alexa entreated me. Her pussy was fucking so hard into my face that her ass was lifting off the bed, adding to the pleasure she received from my fingers fucking her there. While her ass lifted off the mattress, it also rocked from side to side. Alexa's legs drummed against my shoulders and her upper body thrashed on the bed. Her pleasure had reached a high point. I knew it was time for her to cum so I enveloped her succulent clit in my mouth, my lips forming a seal at the base, and began sucking gently. My tongue licked and caressed the swollen sides and top while Alexa went even wilder.
"Yes! That's it! Suck my clit! Suck my clit!" she babbled until she cried out joyously, "Yes! Yes! I'm cumming!"
Her legs stopped pounding on my back and shoulders and squeezed my temples. Her hands went to the back of my head and, while she slammed her pussy into my face, she held me in the position where we both wanted me to be. Alexa's body thrashed even more on the bed while her ass rocked more strongly, swinging her legs from side to side with my head imprisoned between them. I had removed my fingers from her ass when she started cumming and I wrapped that arm around her thigh. My mouth remained locked on her clit, licking and sucking, while my arms held tightly to Alexa's legs. We both immensely enjoyed her cumming.
When Alexa climaxed, her back arched, then straightened again, driving her pussy extra hard into my face. After her orgasm, she completely relaxed on her back; her hands released my head and flopped out at her sides while her legs relaxed their grip and lay draped over my shoulders. An ocean of delicious fresh pussy juices was waiting for me and I happily licked them up, not even leaving any for lubrication because I knew my cock would soon be in her ass.
After devouring all the juices, I crawled out from under her legs and got off the bed. The tube of Aquaglide had been knocked to the floor and I retrieved it and put it back on the bed because it would be needed again. My face was plastered with her juices and I licked them off my lips and wiped as much as I could onto my fingers of my left hand and licked my fingers clean. Whatever I couldn't get into my mouth I washed off in the bathroom with a wet towel after I washed off the fingers that had been in her ass. I expected to be kissing Alexa's beautiful face soon and I wanted to first remove the residue of her pussy juices.
When I walked back to the bedroom, Alexa was still lying on her back and she smiled at me, especially when she saw my stiff cock. I smiled back, noticing that she had piled more pillows on the first one so her ass would be fully presented to me. "That was wonderful, George, but now it's my turn to suck on your cock for a while. You know where I want you to put your cock after that."
There was no question in my mind where my cock would be after it left Alexa's mouth and I got back onto the bed, straddling her face in the 69 position so we could both be prepared. Alexa reached around my hips and held onto my ass and started stroking my stiff shaft with her mouth while I added more lubrication to her lovely ass. There was still some left from before but I added more to be sure there was enough. After she was well lubricated, I waited for Alexa to get my cock ready.
She enjoys sucking my cock and one day she would probably want to suck me off while I ate her pussy and fucked her ass with a dildo. On that day, though, she just sucked me enough to make sure I was fully erect and to get my cock wet to she could more easily apply the condom. "Okay, George, stick it in my ass and give me a really good fucking," she told me when the condom was in place. The condoms she prefers are pre-lubed so I would not need to apply any Aquaglide to myself.
Alexa continued lying on her back because she prefers to use the missionary position for fucking with either her ass or her pussy. Once again I knelt between her outspread legs, but this time, with the additional pillows under her hips, my cock was aimed right at the tight, puckered hole where we both wanted it. When I had gotten into position, Alexa once again reached under herself to spread her ass cheeks and we were both ready for fucking.
While Alexa held her cheeks open, I reached in with my fingers to open her sphincter. Holding her open with the fingers of one hand and guiding myself with the other, I placed the tip of my cock at her well-lubricated rosebud and gave a push. Feeling the head wedge into her ass, Alexa cooed with pleasure. "That feels great, George," she told me. "Now, stick it all the way in me."
It took me quite a few firm strokes, and with every one a little more of my cock was in Alexa's wonderful ass. As I penetrated farther, she felt the stretching she enjoys so much and she felt her rectum being filled. Alexa moaned with the pleasure she was feeling. "Oh, God, that feels good, George," she encouraged me. "I love it when you stick your cock in me. I want it all in my ass."
I also love it when I feel Alexa's tight ass squeezing my shaft and I wanted it all the way in just as much as she did. Finally, we had what we both wanted; my cock was imbedded all the way to my pubic hairs, her legs were around my waist and my hands were resting gently on her hips to help guide her when she responded to my thrusts into her. Alexa smiled up at me and said "That feels so good. There's noting like your cock in my ass, George. Now, let's fuck all day."
All day was too much to expect but my cock felt so good in her hot, tight hole that I wanted to fuck a long time also. Slowly I backed out most of the way, and then slowly I plowed back in again. Alexa moaned with delight and fucked back to meet me until my cock was once more buried all the way in her ass. Again, I backed my cock out and stroked forward to meet her thrust toward me, and again, and again, and again, both of us moaning at the intense pleasure we were giving to each other. Besides moaning, Alexa's mounting ecstasy was expressed as she squirmed on the bed in front of me.
For a long time we continued slowly pleasuring one another, both of us happy to fuck and say nothing. The only sounds were our moans of pleasure and the creaking of the bed as my cock plowed into the marvelous ass underneath me. She broke the silence. "Oh, George, I really love that. I love what your cock is doing for my ass."
"My cock loves it too, Alexa. I don't think it has ever been in a better place than where it is right now." Having said nice things to each other, we fucked in silence for another long while.
Up until then, I had been driving my cock straight into Alexa's ass and she had also been thrusting straight back. She added a slow side to side rocking movement, so my cock plunged into her ass at a slightly different angle with every stroke. This increased her pleasure because her ass was stretched differently and her rectum was massaged differently at every stroke. It increased my pleasure because every time my cock plunged into Alexa's ass, it was squeezed in a different way.
"Play with my boobies, George," Alexa told me between her moans of pleasure. One of the advantages of this position is that I can fondle her big, lovely breasts. Another is that I have easier access to her clit when it is time for her to cum.
I reached out and held the lovely twins in my two hands and started gently squeezing them in time with the thrusts of my cock into her ass. "Ooo, ooo, yeah. Yeah, George; that feels really good. Fuck my ass and play with my boobies and I'll be happy."
I was happy too, with my cock slowly plunging in and out of Alexa while I fondled her marvelous breasts. Until then, my hands had been on her hips, guiding our mutual strokes, while I knelt between her legs. That had been pleasant but playing with her succulent mounds was even better.
A third advantage of this position is that I can look down and see her lovely pussy squirming in front of me while her body is writhing on the bed and my cock plows in and out of her ass. I could also see and smell the delightful juices gushing from her pussy and feel them flowing around my cock and down my legs. The best part of all, of course, is the way Alexa's ass alternates squeezing and releasing my cock as it surges in and out of her.
"Your hands feel good there, George, but your mouth will feel even better." Since Alexa's breasts feel even better to my lips and tongue than they do to my hands, I had no quarrel with the idea so I leaned forward to start licking one of her nipples.
My weight was supported on my hands while my cock stroked in and out of Alexa's ass and my mouth pleasured her nipples. As she thrashed on the bed under me, presenting her gorgeous mounds to me, I licked one nipple a few strokes and then moved my attentions to the other, and then back and forth.
Alexa's moans were ending in whimpers; her head rolled from side to side on the pillow and her body pitched wildly under me. I switched from just licking her nipples to sucking on her luscious globes while I licked them, again moving my mouth between her succulent twins. Although the sounds she was making were incoherent, Alexa did manage to say, "I wanna cum, George. Play with my clit. Wanna cum."
I was glad to hear that because I was also getting closer to cumming. Supporting my weight on my knees and one hand, I continued sucking her lovely breasts while my other hand caressed Alexa's wet, engorged clit. She responded to the faster strokes of my cock into her ass by thrusting back to meet me at the same pace and by sobbing with pleasure.
We continued for a few more minutes and then she blurted out, "Yes! I'm cumming; oh God, I'm cumming." Alexa started fucking her ass back even faster than my strokes. Her arms squeezed around my head and her legs squeezed my hips.
Letting Alexa set the pace was fine with me and I started fucking faster. My mouth continued to suck the same breast as when she started cumming and my fingers continued to massage her precious clit. Knowing she takes a long time to cum, I hoped I could delay my own climax until Alexa had enjoyed hers to the maximum.
She was certainly enjoying cumming. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass hard!" she babbled and I complied as best I could. Besides her head tossing back and forth on the pillow and her whole body pitching and thrashing under me, Alexa's legs swung from side to side with me between them. Fucking, sucking and massaging, I continued pleasuring Alexa for as long as she continued cumming.
"Oh! OH!" she cried out as she climaxed, clutching my hips and head even harder. I sighed and released, ejaculating into my condom.
Relaxed and satisfied, Alexa lay under me. Equally relaxed and satisfied, I sprawled on top of her, my cock still imbedded in her ass, until it softened and slipped out. That afternoon had been a very satisfying time for us and we were both already looking forward to the next time.
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98 | Ali Does Anal | onlyinmydreams | Anal | 2012-08-22 | 2012-08-22 | 2022-01-08 09:50:02 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/ali-does-anal | My wife lets me in the back door. | ['Anal Wife', 'Hot Wife', 'Married Anal', 'Married Couple', 'Married Woman'] | 4.41 | I marched into my wife's bedroom, yes we sleep in separate rooms now, wearing my normal boxer briefs that I sleep in. Her pretty green eyes looked up at me in surprise. "Lose the pajama bottoms and come with me," I ordered her, trying to sound at least a little stern.
She hesitated for a second, then crawled out of bed and pulled down soft cotton pj bottoms revealing her delicious round bare bottom, When she turned toward me I saw she had followed up on her promise to remove most of her pubic hair. Not that she had a lot. As a nordic natural ash blond her thatch was fairly sparse to begin with. Now her puffy mound was totally naked to my view.
"Wow," I exclaimed,"it looks even sexier than I thought it would"
"Are you planning on kissing it?"
"All in good time." I grabbed her wrist and pulled her out the door and down the hall to the great room, but when I opened the french door to the patio she pulled back.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked hoarsely.
"Outside."
"What if someone sees us?"
"Which of our elderly neighbors do you think will be up at this hour?"
"The Murphys have two of their daughters visiting. What if they're still up, or even worse still out on their patio?"
"Then we better be very quiet."
"The last time you spanked me it wasn't very quiet."
"I wasn't going to spank you. But I'm close to changing my mind."
She grinned wickedly at me. "What do I have to do to help you decide?"
"Nothing right now, that's not part of the plan. But I'm sure I'll need to get around to that later." That brought an even bigger smile to her face.
She stopped resisting and followed me onto our covered patio. Truthfully, our patio was fairly secluded. The chance of anyone seeing us was pretty minimal, but it was still a thrill forcing her to go out there naked from the waist down.
Just a little backround. My name is Jerry. My wife, Ali, and I have been married for twenty-eight years. We had a robust sex life, not exactly adventurous, but in our wheelhouse we were pretty good. She preferred missionary with me on top, I always got her off by hand or mouth at least once before penetration. She always came at least three to five more times if I did my part. On oral sex she believed it was better to receive than give. I think she went down on me only twice after we got married.
Then around year eighteen things started down hill. She started showing signs of early onset menopause. A few tests confirmed it. Her sex drive spiraled downward, penetration became more and more painful. We talked to her OB about replacement hormone therapies, but rejected it due to family history of female cancers. For a while we tried alternatives like oral sex for both of us. That didn't work out very well. I thought about suggesting anal sex, but early in our marriage we had started to try it and she made me stop after getting one finger in her. She said it was degrading.
We soon started sleeping in separate bedrooms. We were still loving and kind in our every day interaction, but there was no passion. I was resolved to having had the last sexual contact with my wife, or any other woman in my life. I was frustrated, but I wasn't about to break my wedding vows for the sake of my sex life. Then for no reason I could fathom things changed again.
She started dressing in a more revealing way around the house. The swimming suit she wore only when it was just the two of us around our pool was positively tiny. She started a regular schedule of making out with me every where and any where. If it was private enough she expected me to finger her to orgasm, and gave me hand jobs. Even having me finish in her mouth if it was somewhere the mess would be a problem. She explained the importance of the after blow job kiss, and I finally learned to almost enjoy kissing her with cum breath.
She bought some porn videos for us to watch together. Not the really crude stuff, the ones with an actual story lines and romance. She watched all the different action intently and even asked about trying things she would never have considered before. Anal scenes especially almost hypnotized her, she would stare with her lips parted and her breathing heavier. Occasionally I caught her touching herself and once slipping a finger inside the leg of her panties. I still didn't suggest that we try it. I felt like I should let her decide.
Last week she took another step. After an especially intense make out session she revealed an anal probe and some special lube she had bought at a porn shop. She had me insert it in her then eat her to orgasm and she swore it was more intense than usual. She took my face in her hands and told me, "soon."
Ali was still pretty and buff enough that not a day went by I didn't picture her in some sexual scenario with me. Ones that until a short time ago I had little hope of ever experiencing. Now we were on the verge of a major step forward, and I hoped my preparations would meet with her approval.
It was just pure luck that the night I felt was right to proceed was one night past a full moon. She was going to be so hot in the moonlight. I led her past the pool to the small patch of manicured grass outside her window, where I had placed everything. I led her to the middle of the large blanket covered foam pad and pulled her to the ground with me.
She laid on her back and pulled me to her for a long, soulful kiss. When we broke she looked into my eyes and said,"I'm ready, we can do it tonight, if that's what you were planning."
"I was hoping. I have your probe and lube here, and I promise I'll be gentle."
"I trust you, honey."
As we began kissing again I began to unbutton her pajama top, exposing her pleasant b-cup breasts to the soft light of the moon. Her nipples were already as hard as I had ever felt them the first time I rolled one between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned and then squealed softly as I tightened my grip.
One thing we discovered was that the right amount of pain could drive her right over the edge. That's how the spanking thing got started too She slipped her hand into my underpants and gripped my rock hard cock then scratched it lightly with her nails.
She sighed,"I can't believe I'm going to let you stick that horse cock in my ass."
"You still don't have to."
"No. I want to. Betty told me she can cum just from the anal stimulation, and she swears it's better than when Don fucks her pussy."
"Remind me to send something special to Betty."
"And Ellen."
"She does it too?"
"Since she was a teenager. She said she did it to save her virginity, but then got so she liked it. She said they do it almost as often as they do up front."
"I'm shocked, I thought buggery was mostly an English thing."
"Don't call it that, that's what they call it when they do it to other men. This is still making love, just in a different way. Just like when we eat each other."
"Point taken."
We got back to the fun part, both of us getting hotter and hotter. Her pussy was soaking wet to the point that juices were running down over her virgin anus. She shuddered from her first orgasm of hopefully many as I circled her clit with my finger. When she came back to earth she pulled out of my arms and rolled onto her stomach and got her knees under her so her ass was up in the air.
I took a chance and spread her cheeks so I could lick and kiss her precious little pink bud. She not only didn't object, she gasped and moaned as she leaned back into my face. I tried to get a finger on her clit to try to get her to cum again, but her hand was already there. Ok, I'll just concentrate on the hole in front of me.
Besides her anal probe I also had a small, six inch, realistic rubber phallus we had bought years ago to try to loosen her enough to take me in her vagina. But it didn't work. I was planning on it helping her build up to having me invade her rectum. Just for the record, I'm only a little longer than average at eight and a half inches, but I'm pretty thick. If two and a half inches across is thick. She's the one who measured it and proclaimed it thick.
I used the lube to work first one then two fingers into her very tight anus. As she relaxed I lubed the probe and worked it slowly into her, fucking her with it's full length. She soon seemed ready for the phallus. I didn't want to startle her with it so as I lubed it I told her what I was going to do. She grunted as I pressed it into her slightly open ass. She resisted it at first, I think more by instinct than anything, but as soon as I twisted the head into her she moaned and pushed back until at least half of it was buried in her. I squirted some extra lube on the exposed part and push the rest into her. She stiffened and gasped.
I started to ease it back out. "Don't you dare," she hissed," give me a second and then fuck me with it."
I waited a full minute, then pulled it out until I could see the base of the head, then slid it all the way back into her. She grunted and pushed back. I started to slowly fuck her with the full length just like I did with the probe. After about ten strokes she gasped and slid onto her stomach and lay there shuddering for what seemed like a long time. I was starting to get worried, but she raised back up and told me," babe, I think I just had my first anal orgasm. I haven't touched my pussy since you put that thing in me. I think I'm ready for you."
I worked my cock through the opening of my shorts, she loved the feel of the cloth against her. She said it was something to do with being helpless and naked while I was still clothed. Then I positioned myself behind her and applied a good amount of lube to my dick. I had left the phallus in her to keep her open until I was ready.
When I eased the phallus out of her her anus gaped open for an instant, which I took advantage of and thrust the head of my dick into her opening. It immediately closed back up, clenching right behind my thick mushroom head. "Ooohh baby, that has to be you in there now."
I groaned back, "fuck yes, damn you're tight." Tight didn't begin to do it justice, it was the hottest and tightest place I'd ever had my cock.
"Don't move yet. Give me a chance to adjust."
So I waited and amazingly I felt her sphincter relax until I was able to easily slide my entire cock into her depths. She sounded like a steam locomotive climbing a pass. "Are you ok, baby?" "Better than Ok. Just wait a second until I tell you."
I felt her hand caress my sack so I knew she was frigging herself while I was penetrating her. I could feel the rapid clenching of her muscles as she had another orgasm. This time she moaned continuously until it passed. Through clenched teeth she told , "Now, slowly and gently, you can fuck my ass until you cum. I want to feel you cum in me."
I slowly pulled out until just the tip was in her, then pushed back in until my cloth covered thighs were pressed against her naked ones. I slowly picked up speed and soon was rapidly thrusting unto her as she also pushed back at me.
"I'm cumming again, I'm cumming again! Oh my god, yes, yes, fuck my ass, fuck mmeee."
I was starting to be concerned by the amount of noise she was making. I never expected her to get into it so much, but I was happy she was.
The tight grip of her anus and her constant grunts and exclamations of joy triggered me long before I hoped, and I lunged as deeply into her as I could and released an incredible stream of semen into her bowels. I couldn't remember the last time I came like that.
She once more slid onto her stomach with me still rock hard and in her rectum.
We lay there catching our breath. I pushed her hair of her neck and began to kiss and nip at her delicate neck and ear lobes. She was giggling softly when we heard it.
From the other side of the hedge we heard a female voice say,"Sshh, did you hear something?" "No honey, you're hearing things." I
"I guess so. Wait just a second while I get my panties off."
"Babe, if you want me to pull out it's going to get messy. It'd be better if you just take off everything."
Ali whispered,"I think that's Meg Murphy! It sounds like she's doing her boyfriend right on the other side of the hedge." Now we were voyeurs, who says you have to have vaginal sex for an active sex life!
"I guess you're right," Meg said," besides why come outside to fuck and not get to be naked."
"Oh god babe, you are so beautiful in the moonlight. Come here."
We heard the sounds of love making, in stereo as it were. They were both pretty vocal about what they liked and what they wanted. It eventually sounded like he was eating her as we didn't hear his voice and there was a lot of slurping. She was getting close, moaning and telling him "just like that, just like that".
Suddenly she squealed,"what are you doing? That's my asshole! Don't do....aahhh shiittt, oh god, oh god, oh god, Ohhhhhh ffffuucccck." Then all we could hear was heavy breathing.
Meg then said," I want you in me, now. But remember, you have to pull out. You can't squirt in me."
"I got you babe."
"Ohhhh baby, that feels so good. I was afraid of your size the first time, but now I can't do with less."
I has pulled my softening cock from Ali's butt and now we carefully crawled to where we could peek through the sparse bottom of the hedge. The moonlight revealed everything. The lovely Meg was on her back in the grass. Her boyfriend was between her legs slowly sliding in and out of her, making her generous breasts jiggle in time with his thrusting.
She had her head thrown back and had the heel of one hand pressed against her mouth to keep from waking the entire neighborhood.
Suddenly he said,"Sorry babe, you're just so tight and hot, I can't hold off any more."
In the moonlight we saw him pull his very impressive and slime covered cock from her and immediately two amazing squirts of semen pulsed from it. The first hitting under her chin, and both streams settling onto her, coating her. The next smaller squirts would have been impressive if we hadn't seen the first ones.
By the time he finished milking his cock onto her belly she was a slimy mess. But I had to give him credit, he went down on her to finish her and soon she was squirming and shaking through an enormous orgasm. After, he crawled back up and rolled onto his back bringing her on top of him.
They laid there for a full ten minutes, so we made use of the time playing with each other using our hands and mouths. Ali seemed to be as turned on by watching as I was. We heard the kids murmuring as they used a towel they brought with them to clean up before dressing and going back inside.
I was hard as a rock again and Ali's pussy was running with juices. "I want you in me again, but this time face to face."
"Anything you want sweety."
I used a couple fingers to spread some of the juice from her pussy onto her anus. It was already greatly relaxed and sopping wet from the semen leaking out. When I crawled between her legs she spread wide and pulled her knees up to give me a better shot at her bum.
In the moonlight I saw a large drop of white liquid roll out of her pucker and slide down her crack.
This time I was able to slowly slide all the way into her. It was still tight, but nothing like the first time. I swore it felt just like fucking her pussy back in the old days. She pulled her legs up with the help of her hands and hooked them on my shoulders.
Oh shit, that made her just as tight as before.
This time I lasted a lot longer. Through three of her orgasms. Finally she gasped.
"That's it. You have to finish, I can't take any more. This time."
I knew what I needed. I pulled out until I could slide the swollen sensitive tip of my cock rapidly in and out of her tight entrance. After just a few strokes I felt the tension build so I buried my self as deep as I could go and shuddered as I left another epic amount of cum in my wife's ass.
We kissed again, but her breasts were too tender for me to touch and she levered my hand away from them. As I quickly softened I slowly pulled from her rectum, and my penis was followed by a surge of cum. We laid on our sides in each other's arms and I pulled the blanket over us.
I first noticed that the birds singing outside my window were unusually loud. When I opened my eyes I saw Ali's pretty sleeping face right in front of mine. Then I remembered. Shit! We were still naked and wrapped in a blanket in our back yard! From the amount of light it had to already be at least six thirty, maybe seven. The Murphys on the one side, and the Bakers on the other often drank coffee on their decks in the morning. Even worse, the Bakers also had a gazebo closer to our hedge that sat higher than the patio.
I strained my ears to try to hear if any of them were out. It sounded very quiet.
Ali was awake. With her eyes still closed she said,"Please tell me we aren't still naked in our back yard."
"'fraid so."
"God, my ass is sore."
"Sorry."
"Don't be, I loved getting it sore."
"So I have hope of a repeat?"
"Count on it, but not for at least a couple of days. Now how do we get back in the house without causing a neighborhood scandal?"
"I've been thinking about that. It sounds quiet on both sides. And I haven't smelled coffee. I say we calmly get up and stroll back through the french door like we do this every day."
"I like your plan, but I'm not coming out here in the winter."
"I don't know, ass fucking in the snow might be a real turn on."
"Speak for yourself. Now where is my top?"
I found it and handed it to her. She had to sit up to put it on, and her tits looked unbelievably fantastic in the early morning light.
"Why are you staring at my boobs? Get that blanket off so we can get out of here."
She hadn't buttoned the pajama top and couldn't hold it closed like she planned so the girls hung out the front as she scrambled to her feet.
I couldn't help it, her boobs always give me a hard on. Her round, bare little bottom bouncing toward the door didn't help. I hid my cock with my underpants wadded in my hand as best I could while I calmly strolled to the door behind her.
As I closed the door I saw Meg Murphy sitting on her patio with a steaming cup in front of her. Her eyes met mine, then went to my now exposed erection, then back to my eyes. She winked and gave me a little wave with her fingers. I shook my head, turned and walked down the hall to the master suite and joined Ali in the shower.
One thing lead to another as we washed each other and she couldn't stand to leave me like that so she gave me an incredible blow job, and naturally I had to return the favor by eating her fresh pussy.
We fell asleep still naked in her bed. My last thought was what could I use next as an excuse to spank her? |
99 | Ali Teaches Anal | onlyinmydreams | Anal | 2012-09-04 | 2012-09-04 | 2022-01-08 09:50:03 | 1 | literotica.com | https://www.literotica.com/s/ali-teaches-anal | Our delectible neighbor has a request. | ['Anal First Time', 'Neighbor'] | 4.48 | This time when I woke up the birds sounded like they should have. I opened one eye, good, my own bed. Something warm and smooth against my back, actually two somethings. If I wasn't such a cynic I would swear they were my wife's boobs. If you remember from our first story we normally sleep in separate beds. Evidently after our first experience with anal sex the night before she decided she wanted more snuggling.
I tried to ease out of the bed without bothering her, but a hand grabbed the back of my boxers and a muffled voice inquired,"where do you think you're going?"
"To start the coffee and make you some breakfast in bed."
"You nice man. Could I interest you in a little kissy, huggy before you go?"
"Of course. What if it goes further?"
"It can go where ever it goes. It won't hurt my feeling if it ends up with your cock in my mouth and your tongue in my pussy."
I'm still adjusting to the new Ali. The old one would never have said cock or pussy, much less perform that act. Oh she would happily let me eat her, but returning the favor was alien territory. The new one is all too happy to do exactly that.
"Just remember, you managed to get more cum out of me last night than I thought I could produce in a week. I'm just saying if you want a repeat of last night you might want to give it a rest."
"Poor baby, you wouldn't consider giving me what I need and letting me owe you a BJ would you?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
Twenty minutes later Ali shuddered and squealed as I gave her hard little clit a long hard suck. I love her scent when aroused and nothing makes me feel more connected to her than being right here when she cums. Don't get me wrong, her blow jobs started out pretty weak, but now they're world class as far as I'm concerned. That's good too, but this is better.
After twenty more minutes of snuggling and kissing, she really enjoys her own scent on my face, I was off on my previous mission. When I returned I half expected to find her in her own bed, but surprise, she was sitting in mine reading a magazine and still naked. I must have stopped in the door with a shocked look on my face.
"What? If you don't like it I can put some clothes on."
"Don't mind me, I'm still getting used to the new Ali."
"Try to keep up sport. And make sure you eat some of that too to keep up your strength."
She's always concerned about my health, or is that stamina? When we finished I left her in there and took the tray back to the kitchen and cleaned up from breakfast. Ali is particular about her kitchen and I was trying to keep the good feeling going by cleaning to her standards. Something I haven't always done.
When I walked down the hall to my bedroom Ali came out of hers wearing that tiny black bikini I love so much. She said, "I'm going to take a little sun by the pool, will you rub some lotion on my back?"
"Sure, let me change and I'll be right out."
The pool is our favorite thing about this house. It's a full twenty five yards long so swimming laps is much more enjoyable than in a shorter pool. But the best feature is the sun cabana. When you go out the french doors to the patio it's just twenty feet to the opening in the back of the cabana. It's made out of redwood and canvas, and it's u shape leaves room for up to six people to sun in privacy from the neighbors on both sides. The cows in the pasture behind us can see in, but I've never noticed any of them staring when she suns nude.
Today wasn't totally nude, she had the top off and the bottoms pulled into the crack of her gorgeous ass. After I attended to her back I made sure her butt was also covered. I'm the only one allowed to blister her behind and make it red.
A voice called from the Murphy's side of the yard,"ahoy Clarkes, permission to come aboard?"
Ali said."that's Meg, let her in."
I knew who it was, we just saw her getting boned by her boyfriend in her back yard last night. Right after Ali got boned in her backyard. I leaned back and pushed the button that released the magnetic lock we had on the gate to Murphy and to Burns on the other side. We figured it would be handy when we invited folks over to the pool. It was.
I could hear her sandals clicking on the concrete before she came into view. Meg is one of a pair of fraternal twins. Her sister, Mary, looks more like their father, Meg looks like her mother. She was what most red blooded men would call statuesque. At 5' 11" she towered over most other women, but her proportions were perfect. Wide shoulders, a slender waist, and equally spectacular hips. Top this off with perfectly formed c-cup breasts, porcelain skin, dark curly hair to her shoulders, and a face beyond pretty. Men stared at her no matter how she dressed. To be fair it wasn't their fault.
She was wearing a dark green bikini top only slightly larger than the one on the concrete next to Ali, and had a white terry cloth wrap around cover up clinging to those fantastic hips.
"Hey Mr. C, Mrs. C."
"Hi Meg," said Ali, "you know, you're twenty two now, why don't you call us Ali and Jerry?"
"I guess so, it seems a little weird since I've known you since I was little."
I couldn't resist,"well, you're certainly not little now." That got a giggle from her.
She frowned, "can I talk to you guys about something?"
"Sure," we chorused.
"I need some sun too, can I join you Mrs...I mean Ali?"
"Sure, and Jerry can rub some lotion on you back if you need."
"I definitely need."
I liked the sound of that.
She unfastened the cover up and twirled it off. I almost gasped out loud in surprise.
Her bottoms were one of the incredibly revealing thongs I had seen in pictures but never in person. The patch over her snatch, sue me I'm not a poet, was a triangle that had to be barely covering the top of her slit. She must have been totally hairless to wear that. When she laid down her perfect, but hardly tiny, buttocks were on display.
She rolled to one side and looked up at me in my chair," would you do the honors?"
Would I? I would, except right now there was no way to hide my righteous wood. I figured, wtf, I saw her naked and fucking her boyfriend last night, she had to know what her body did to us guys. I knelt on a folded towel next to her and saw she had unfastened her top but unlike Ali hers was under her. Her delicious boobs squished out the sides, I love side boob shots.
When I squirted some lotion on her naked back it must have been cold because she jumped, causing the boob on my side to jiggle quite fetchingly. Us old guys like terms of that kind. I'm betting the one on the other side did too. Simple physics. When I started rubbing it around she moaned. Fetchingly. All right, I won't use that one again.
I was about to get up when she rolled away from me exposing most of the tit on my side and it's apparently erect nipple, "Mr...Jerry, I haven't gotten much sun so far this year, would you put some on my, uh, bottom? I don't want to burn." Thank you, God.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ali was watching to see what I would do next. Silly woman. I only had one choice here. I hated to do it but I was the only one available. Another cool squirt of lotion got a delightful jiggle out of those orbs.
I used both hands to spread the lotion evenly and swore I heard a soft groan or two as I made extra sure the lotion was spread smoothly and evenly. The I went over it again. Darn! Some of the lotion had run down into the crack of her fantastic ass. I had to go in after it. When I slid my middle finger down after the slippery lotion I ended up going all the way to where I shouldn't have gone. That drew an actual moan.
Ali was now giving me the evil eye. I just looked at her and shrugged. I do a really good stupid look. It may be genetic.
"So what did you want to talk about, Meg?" asked Ali trying to shut me down.
"This is kind of awkward, but I saw you guys last night, and I know you saw us too."
That got Ali's attention. She sat up and looked at Meg. Meg turned her head so she could make eye contact with Ali. I confess, I wasn't looking at Ali's eyes.
"I'm not complaining," she went on, "what you two did was really hot. By the time Chad got there I was already beyond wet. Then knowing you were watching drove me crazy."
"So what was it you wanted to talk about, dear." Ali was trying to sound calm, but I think she was starting to get a little damp.
"Well, as you no doubt figured out I'm not on the pill. Chad refuses to use condoms, he'd rather pull out than use them, but I'm worried that he will cut it too close and I'll end up pregnant. I saw what you two did and I thought maybe that would be a solution for Chad and me."
"So you want some tips on doing it?"
"What I was hoping was that since you and I already have a history, sex wise, you might be willing to sort of share Jerry with me. Like, for my first time. Chad can be a little out of control and I want someone who can be careful. And gentle."
Wait, wait, wait! What did she say? A history with Ali? Sex wise? Ali was looking at me with worry in her pretty eyes.
I said, "shouldn't Jerry have some say in this?"
Ali rolled her eyes, "are you saying you might not want to do it?"
"Not at all. But I should still be consulted. Like when you two were having your history, sex wise."
"I was hoping you didn't notice that. But as they say, that's history."
"I think there's still more history to be made there."
"Are you talking about what I think you are?"
"I think you know you're going to have to be paddled for ignoring our agreement."
In a tiny voice Ali replied,"I know."
"What are you saying?" exclaimed the lovely Meg.
I answered, "Ali and I had talked about her exploring her interest in having sex with another female. I'm not opposed to her doing that but it's supposed to be in the open and possibly even with me watching. She knew if she broke that agreement there would be a price to pay."
"I thought you said something about paddling."
"I did. That was part of the agreement."
Meg's eyes had a bright shine to them, "I feel bad that I'm the cause of her being punished. Is there anything I can do to stop you from doing that? I would do most anything."
This wasn't helping my super hard woody, which was now leaking pre cum in copious amounts.
Ali spoke up,"that's not necessary dear. It's all my fault for not stopping things before they went too far."
"But I have to do something. I'll take the paddling for you."
I had to try hard not to hyperventilate.
"No dear, I'm ready to pay for my mistake. It's a matter of trust. I need to do this to regain Jerry's trust."
"Then I want to be punished too. It would never have happened if I hadn't kissed you that day. So what about my request?"
"Are you sure you'll still want Gerry to do that after being paddled by him? He won't hold back and he swings a mean paddle."
"So you've done this before?" Meg was positively drooling over the idea.
"Several times," said Ali,"I'm afraid I've been a bad girl on more than one occasion."
I had to jump in," You should know what you're asking for. It sounds real sexy getting your butt paddled, but it's pretty painful. The pain turns Ali on, and we have some of our best sex after. But it may not be for you."
Meg replied, "I hear you. But I'm getting damp just thinking about it. The last time my Dad took a strap to Mary and I it almost made me cum. I think the pain gets to me too."
I asked, "how long ago was that?"
"When we were fourteen. Mom caught us naked together while I was showing Mary how to masturbate. Actually we were trying to figure out what lesbians were all about. Mom was afraid we were becoming perverts, so she had Dad strap us good. I had welts on my legs and ass for a couple weeks."
"That sounds terrible," said Ali, "but our paddling doesn't leave any welts or bruises. It will definitely leave you red and sore though. What do you think, babe?"
I answered, "it sounds like if she wants it she should get it." I stood up, no longer concerned about the sequoia in my pants, and headed for my den where the punishment would be given. We originally chose this room because it's in the center of the house and also because I had the walls insulated when the house was built. I was concerned about having a quiet place to conduct business, I run my internet business almost exclusively over the phone, but it keeps sound in as well as out.
Ali, still topless, and Meg followed. I sat on the ottoman at the foot of my recliner and waited without speaking while Ali chose a paddle. We have several, including a two handed model from a fraternity that Ali bought at a yard sale. We had yet to really make use of that one, apparently that was going to change.
When Ali pulled out the two hander Meg gave a little gasp. I thought she might be getting cold feet until I looked at her crotch. The green material was soaked through. Maybe she really did enjoy the pain. Normally I spank Ali's bare bottom while she lays across my legs, but obviously that wouldn't work with this paddle.
I only thought for a second, then pushed Ali over to the desk, took the paddle from her and bent her over onto the desk. When she was settled I pulled down her suit bottom and left it around her ankles.
"So my dear," I growled, really getting into character," how many do you think you deserve?"
"Well ah, I don't ah, maybe only a couple with that paddle." she said in a rush.
I had in mind at least six, but didn't tell her that. Without another word I stepped to the side and wound up then delivered about a 60% effort. The holes in the paddle made a hiss, which was her only warning before the paddle smacked her exposed butt. The sound was louder than I expected and Ali stood straight up, her mouth open in a silent scream.
Then she said, "oh my god, oh my god, fuck, fuck, fuck that hurt." I pushed her back onto the desk.
"Meg!" She jumped. "Come over here and hold down on Ali's back, I don't want her moving around."
Meg's dark brown eyes were the size of saucers, but she moved across from me and put both hands on Ali's creamy back. The paddle was long enough to hit both buttocks at once, so both orbs were already a light pink, with white dots where the holes were.
I stood back and decided that was probably just the right effort with this paddle, more might be too much, and cause her to use our safe word before I was done. I delivered the next five in a steady rhythm, not letting her catch her breath in between. By the last one Ali was screaming at the top of her lungs and crying. Her ass was a nice solid red. No safe word and pussy juice was coating both thighs almost to her knees.
Meg realized she should let Ali up and when Ali stood Meg took her in her arms and held Ali's face against her soft boobs while Ali still cried, even hiccuping like a small child might. Meg kissed her tear covered cheeks, saying soft comforting things. The two of them together was totally hot.
After a couple of minutes of this I gently pried Megs arms away and moved Ali to the other side of the desk, "do you still want to receive your punishment, young lady?"
Meg looked a little shaken, but nodded in agreement. She pulled down her own sodden bottoms and kicked them to the side before laying those luscious tits down on the desk. Ali had some idea what it was going to take to control this large woman so instead of using her hands she lay the top of her body across Meg's back.
I stood back and waited for a full minute. Anticipation was part of the game. When I began once again I got into a rhythm and delivered all six smacks in short time. I might have gotten mesmerized by the way her buttocks jiggled when I hit them and accidentally hit her a seventh time. No extra charge.
When Ali let her up they were once more in each others arms crying then kissing. Before I could say anything they were on the floor in 69 position with Ali on the bottom.
Good old Ali was already spreading Meg's ass cheeks and fingering her tight brown pucker. Which was apparently driving Meg crazy. I quickly went to Ali's room and grabbed the special lube. I dribbled a little onto Ali's fingers, which she then used to lube Meg's anus before pushing a finger in. Meg made agreeable noises so as Ali worked two more fingers into Meg's ass I squirted a good amount of the lube on my rock hard cock. It was going to take a miracle to keep me from cumming as soon as I entered her.
When Ali pulled her fingers out I pressed the head of my cock against Meg's slightly slack opening. It looked like she was somewhat relaxed so I took a chance and pushed the head in. Meg's head came up and she shouted,"oh fuck!" I waited for a few seconds, totally fascinated by how it looked with just my tip in her distended anus. Finally I had to have more. Everything was slick enough that there was no reason not to just bury myself in her, so I did. Meg groaned loudly, exclaiming,"holy shit, he's so thick it feels like he just stuck a baseball bat in my ass." I heard my wife's muffled voice,"stay there until she cums, let her get used to it."
So there I stayed. I was going to cum anyway if I moved. I was trying everything to hold back. I even pictured my harridan fifth grade teacher naked. Oops, that might have been too much. I was so distracted I almost didn't notice that Ali had Meg to the boiling point. Meg came with a howl, and came, and came. This girl had the most amazing orgasm I had ever witnessed. I was inspired now.
Despite all my thoughts it only took a half dozen long, slow strokes in her hot, slick anus before I tensed up and shot everything I had deep in her bowels. Ali must have still been working her magic on Meg's clit because as I was finishing Meg lit off again. I can't even imagine how wonderful it must be to have so many orgasms in one session.
Meg evidently was returning the favor as Ali quickly added her voice, "that's it, that's it, ohhh fuuccckk, yes yes yes, oh fuck keep doing that with your tongue, YYEEESSS!" I knew she was really getting with it because of the way her legs twitched and extended. When Meg rolled off Ali onto her back both of their pussies were red, open, and wet. Oh, and Meg's top was pushed up revealing those luscious tits with her dark, swollen nipples.
I went to my room to shower and when I came back the girls were gone. I found them back in the cabana sunning topless and face up. I caught just the end of a conversation, Meg was saying,"... but never until I came. Just once I'd like to do that with a cock in me there."
It was going to be a great summer. |