A Fetish Story
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Posted:Sep 26, 2018 12:42 pm
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Oh shit. Yes (my two fingers working the head of my little dick hard and fast). I felt the churning in my balls, the feeling you get just before blowing your pent-up load. The tingling was fantastic as I breathed hard, raised myself up on my toes, arched my back, pointed my little dick forward and came with some serious ferocity. My head was tilted back, eyes closed as I felt jet after jet of cum, spurting bountifully from my clit-like dick all over the lawn in front of me, some back into my very sparse pubic hair. I was quivering and trembling in the middle of my backyard, maybe 50 feet from my basement door, totally naked, not even shoes. I love feeling vulnerable. I kept pumping until I was totally satisfied, fully drained. As I started to regain my composure after that explosive orgasm, I got a little extra thrill knowing it was possible to have been seen, although highly unlikely. I looked down to see cum, a bit as a white thread on my hand with a tiny flicker of light.
You see, it was quite dark and really only the back and side of one house was fairly close by; still a bit of light snuck through. The backs of other homes are quite distant, I believe, too distant without the help of infrared binoculars to be seen. I justified my mildly risky behavior by saying to myself that even a cuckold wannabe wants sex. It is just a bit of a cheap thrill to make it better by myself. I enjoy the excitement of possibly exposing my little dick and my dependency on masturbation for my release. I occasionally find a safe place outdoors, separate myself from my clothes and imagine being cuckolded, whispering and repeating that I am a cuckold with a tiny dick that no woman wants while I stroke to completion. Relieved, I returned indoors.
My wife was already sleeping and I peeked in. Yep, still sleeping and everything totally dark. Ah, I am finally content. This is only one of the things I might do when porn won't help. I of course always contemplate going to bed and waking my wife, but our last love session was pretty much a disaster. Albeit my lack of endowment clearly restricts how many positions work for us, I normally work my little head between the folds of her vulva until I feel it pop in deep enough to begin to move. She tells me she barely feels it and I should tell her when I am in. I am always careful not to move too hard or fast as I slip out too easily. This fact only reinforces why I feel my wife should cuckold me and accelerates my orgasm much too fast to satisfy her properly. The last time I tried, I failed to insert myself and knew she had to have been disappointed. She is so kind not to really complain, but her body motions revealed more.
My wife knows about my desires and I have made it clear I would understand if she cuckolded me. She has become so comfortable that she will flirt with her male colleagues right in front of me or dance with one all night, but that is pretty much her limit. She has gone out in really cute short dresses, like a pleated blue denim flirt skirt, sans bra and panties, looking very hot in contrasting thigh highs and heels. She will dress this way to feed my cuckold desires and flirt with anonymous strangers. I just love when a guy sits next to her at the bar, with me on the other side, and he asks her to dance or holds a private conversation. She has been asked to return without me several times. Watching her on the dance floor, I need to be careful as a full kiss on the lips with others noticing could push me over the edge. I have even imagined myself cumming while watching, but that is yet to happen. It would only take a few words, I am sure. Anyway, I have even been speechless when the bartender or another patron is giving me a heads up what is happening to my lady on the dance floor! I smile and just say she loves to dance and I like seeing her happy.
I believe the main reason for my insecurity boils down to the simple fact I am less than four inches hard, and only a button when soft. Why would I share that? I really can't answer but doing so excites me. I like being told I have a little dick. I like being told I'd be better as a sissy faggot. Therefore, I carefully seek out legitimate places or circumstances to expose my little secret whether not hiding myself fully in the locker room or explaining to one of her colleagues I don't mind if she has a little fun. I love having to answer why I am home and she is out, even if it is totally innocent. That is what led to my whoops.
An online dom recently said a sissy with a little clit should shave. Being so submissive, I did. I now have just a little patch above my penis and am shaven from below my balls to my belly button. I did this knowing my wife will probably call me a faggot as she did once before and knowing I will be working out at the rec and hitting the locker room again this fall. I took a picture of my dicklette on a device and sent it to my anonymous email account to download onto my hard drive. I opened my account and waited, but nothing. It was taking too long, so I checked my sent folder only to discover I had inadvertently sent it to my neighbor, along with a few words of my SPH & cuckold desires as well as my envy of big cocks. I just stared at the computer and my mind went into a fog as there was nothing I could do. I finally got what I wanted. I outed myself to someone who knows me. Will I be able to handle it? What will he say? Will he tell his wife? My wife? Other guys in the neighborhood?
The day finally came when my neighbor and his wife stopped by. Nothing unusual with his wife and my wife getting together to go for a walk, but he rarely stops by. I was thinking to myself how vivid the photo was as my submissive words reverberated in my head that made my secret desires clear. They entered the house and we greeted each other as in any other normal situation, but my heart was in my throat. I was definitely trembling on the inside and I felt a stir in my pants. Why does this excite me? He seemed completely composed, so maybe somehow I lucked out. Our wives left for the early morning walk as planned and I immediately offered him some coffee and we chatted about some routine things like the weather and sports, but I knew he did not join his wife that morning just to make conversation. No, he had an agenda. He looked straight at me, smirked a bit and said not to worry. He can keep a secret. Wow. I was so relieved but frozen in place at the same time.
Then, he corrected himself and said "little" secret with obvious emphasis. My heart was beating faster and I was looking at the floor. He gently told me it is ok and he fully understood. He added, "upzip and show me since that is what you like to do." I told him it was just fun and games online and nervously added the women could return early. He replied, "do it." As I unzipped and pulled myself out he said, "shit, I agree, Little Jimmy, you are tiny, a real microdick." With that, he unzipped and pulled himself out. He was longer and thicker, bigger soft than I am hard. He then started complaining how his wife does not give him head often enough and since I envy big cocks...he stopped..smirked and said, "pull your pants down, all the way down, Jimmy, and get on your knees to take a look at a man's cock."
On my knees, I looked up and he told me to feel how heavy it is. His cock was heavy with two hairy massive balls hanging down. He could see in my eyes how I envied him. I had no control as my little hairless clit began standing. Then he said, Jimmy, you wrote big cocks deserve to be satisfied and respected. Show me! Suck it." I took it in my mouth as I knew I had no choice. He complimented me several times that I was an avid cocksucker because it felt so good. He told me he is going to get used to this real fast. He grew so big I had to push my finger tips into my palm to suppress the gag reflex, enabling him to push all the way into my throat. "Jimmy, you really love sucking cock, don't you?" I barely nodded, but he was right. It became quiet except for my slurping and guttural sounds escaping my throat and his moaning.
My chin was wet and eyes were watering from deep throating him. His hand clamped onto the back of my head and I could hear his balls slapping my chin. His eyes closed and his hips began to move erratically. I felt him swell, pull back, throb and release a substantial amount of cum. He was so noisy and coming so hard, I was petrified the women would walk in any moment and see me with my neighbor's cock and cum in my mouth. I kept as much in my mouth as I could and swallowed. When he barely finished, we heard them coming up the sidewalk. We had time to respond but had to be fast. He stepped back into to the kitchen to zip up. I knew my chin and my face had to have been shiny and there was cum on my shirt, so I ran to the bathroom. When I returned, I felt my skin to be hot and flushed. After they left, my wife said to me if he plans to spend time with you while we walk, you really need to pay attention when you get dressed. Your shirt has a stain on it.
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Maturity and Youth
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Posted:Mar 4, 2018 6:26 am
Last Updated:Mar 10, 2021 6:17 am
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The temperature in the shop continued to rise with the mid-morning sun. Ryan had been watching the clock tick, second by second, for the last half hour, begging for his workday to be over with. Stack after stack of heavy bricks were laid painstakingly slowly on each pallet sent his way. The sweat poured off of his body, soaking his jeans and making his t shirt stick to his body. His shaggy brown hair was matted back in his drenched ball cap. Covered in dust and grime from head to toe, the moment was almost upon him. He glanced yet again at the clock, relieved to see time was almost up. Three, two, one; the unmistakable sound of the whistle blowing gave Ryan a surge of excitement and relief all at once. The weekend had finally arrived.
"Hell yah," he rejoiced as he stretched his body and took off towards the office to collect his weekly check.
The company Ryan worked for made cement landscaping products and when people asked how he liked it, he only replied, "It's a summer job, thank God."
Ryan worked ten hour days from Monday until Thursday. Five-thirty am till three-thirty pm, slaving in the heat of summer. Friday's were half days, to his relief, in which all employees left at noon. The work paid well, but it was hard. The physical labor left Ryan with a great physique, one that he didn't need to maintain in a weight room like he did when he was away at college. As he opened the office door, a blast of cool air hit him like a train, taking away his breath. He stood in line with the rest of the employees awaiting their pay. A pair of hands clamped down on his shoulders, making him jump.
"Geez dude relax. Were you thinking of getting your dick sucked or something?" sneered his friend Andy.
"Bite me asshat." He retorted with a laugh.
"What are you going to do with the rest of your Friday?"
Ryan playfully punched his friend in the chest, and said, "Heading down to the river, you in?"
"Damn I wish I could, but I'm going to the cabin this weekend. Looks like you'll have to enjoy it all alone, just you and your fantasies," remarked Andy with a punch right back.
"Fuck you, I got beer on ice and my fishing rod all set up. I'll be just fine by myself." The two young men laughed and high fived.
They got their checks and walked out to the parking lot together. After waving goodbye to Andy, Ryan hopped in his car and headed to the bank. Fifteen minutes later, he pulled into his driveway. He stepped into the mud room and unlaced his boots. Stripping down to his underwear, he put his work clothes in the hamper and headed for the bathroom. After a quick rinse of all the day's work off his body and a change into a pair of cargo shorts and a cutoff t shirt, he retrieved his needed items for a relaxing afternoon of getting buzzed and catching fish. He grabbed his playmate cooler, his tackle box and fishing pole, and slung a camping chair over his back. Satisfied with what he had, he began his trek towards his favorite fishing spot.
The river sat behind Ryan's house through a patch of woods, about four hundred yards beyond his back patio door. From the edge of his backyard, the woods started to dip down a small ridge. He followed a little foot path he had worn down from years of travel to and from the river. Following the path down the ridge, the ground soon leveled off at the bottom to an old trail. From there, a short walk on the trail brought him to an old fence and gate from many years past. He had never seen anyone use the trail before, but he knew there was a small farm back up the trail a ways, just a short drive from his neighborhood. Ryan passed through the open gate and stepped into his sanctuary.
The woods opened to the end of the trail into a small, grassy clearing along the bank of the river. The river itself was only a backwater to a much larger waterway. Across from Ryan's vantage point sat a sandy beach that extended out almost halfway into the water. The rest of the bank was surrounded by dense woods leaving the place very secluded from any human intrusion.
Ryan set down his cooler and stretched his sore arms and shoulders. He set up his chair and found a Y-shaped stick to rest his pole in. He baited his line and cast out into the water. He placed the pole into the crook of the Y-stick and sat down in his chair. Reaching into his cooler, he cracked open one of his beers and took a long swig.
"It doesn't get any better than this." Letting out a sigh of relief.
The June sun beat down on him as he sat and watched his line in the water. A slight breeze blew in the air, giving him nearly perfect relief from the humidity. He quickly guzzled down the rest of the beer and placed the can back in his cooler, retrieving another one. Suddenly his pole began to bob up and down. Jumping to his feet, he grabbed the rod and pulled back hard, set the hook. The snag on his reel began to whine and grind as the fish took off away from him. Ryan battled against the fish, reeling hard and making sure the line was tight. After nearly a ten minute struggle, Ryan was able to get the big catfish up on the shore.
"It has to be at least ten pounds," he remarked to himself. As the slimy beast flopped around.
Pulling the hook free with a set of plyers, he released the fish, rebaited his hook, and cast back into the water. Ryan cleaned his hands with the rag on his tackle box and sat down. That was one of the biggest fish he'd ever caught in the backwater. He was disappointed nobody was around to see it. He cracked open another beer to celebrate. The warm sun and cold beer, mixed with the hard fought battle with the catfish, made his eyes start to burn. He fought to stay awake, but slowly let them close as he drifted off.
His eyes squinted open when he thought he heard the whinny of a . How long have I been asleep, he thought. He stood up and peered out at his pole, noticing no change since he closed his eyes, he leaned over his cooler for another beer.
"Excuse me, what are you doing here?" came a voice from behind, scaring the life out of Ryan.
He tensed up and whirled around, suddenly being blinded by a ray of sunlight. Covering his eyes with a hand, he squinted to see the silhouette of a woman standing near the fence, a saddled was tied to one of the gate posts behind her.
"Well, are you going to answer my question?" The woman sternly asked.
She had definitely startled him enough to cause his first few words to shake out of his mouth. "I...i'm jjust ddoing some fishing," he stuttered.
"I can see that," the woman said in an icy tone, "why are you on my property?"
Ryan had always thought about who owned the property, but after so many years of fishing and swimming there without seeing anyone else, he figured the owners weren't around.
"I'm so sorry for trespassing, I've been coming down ever since I was a . My name is Ryan Underwood, I live in the cul-de-sac just up the ridge through the woods."
The woman glared at him and her icy tone seemed to melt some. "Sorry I scared you, I haven't rode this trail in years. I just was startled to find someone down here.
"I come down here quite a bit in the summertime," He responded back.
"I'm just glad that someone is getting some use out of this old clearing again. My name is Rebecca Johnson, Becky for short. I own the farm down river from here."
She started to approach him and he thought for a second he recognized her. As she got closer, the sun revealed her fully. Ryan felt the sensation of blood rushing between his legs. His member stirring in his shorts. The woman looked to be in her early thirties. She had wavy blonde hair that flowed down past her shoulders. Between two hazel eyes sat a perfectly sculpted nose. She had on a tan crop top that laced up from the front. It was decorated with white and turquoise beads, giving it a Native American style to it. The top few strings weren't tied as tightly as the bottom ones and this revealed an amble amount of cleavage from very eye popping breasts. She had lightly tanned skin and a taut stomach revealing the fact that she must have worked out often. Her riding jeans were skin tight all the way down to two light brown cowboy boots. She was drop dead gorgeous. Grade-A MILF material.
They shook hands and Becky stole a quick glance and smirked. As she moved away from him towards the shore and his fishing pole, Ryan wondered, what was she smirking about? He looked down and his face immediately turned beat red. The bulge of his crotch was very noticeable through his cargo shorts up close. Looking up didn't help his case any. She was standing on the edge of the bank looking out at the river. Her skin tight jeans showing off a perfect heart shaped ass, one that would bring a man to his knees. He tried to readjust quickly, just before she turned back around.
"How has the fishing been today," she asked curiously.
"It's been slow going so far, but I managed to haul one in that was around ten pounds."
"Wow, I haven't caught one like that in a long time." She walked over towards his chair and examined the rest of his set up. "I love catching big ones," she said with a smile.
I'll bet you love to catch big ones, especially in your mouth and pounding you're pu... "Do you do a lot of fishing?" He said out loud, trying to clear the dirty thoughts from his mind.
"No, not much anymore. I use to come down to this very spot with my dad and sister years ago. We would sit right her on the bank and fish all day long. I use to hangout down here all the time and go swimming with my friends too, but ever since I took over the farm, I haven't had much time to enjoy myself."
"I knew it had to be used at some point in time, but I didn't know by who. I guess I figured out that mystery," chuckled Ryan, fantasizing about her swimming with her friends with a little less clothing on than just a bikini.
"You said you've been coming down here since you were a ?" She asked.
"Yep since I was about thirteen. So that would be about eight years now."
"You're twenty-one huh? So the beer in your cooler was bought legally then?" she grinned.
"You'd better believe it, no better way to spend a hot day on the river than with some cold brews. Would you care for one; you are of legal age aren't you?" he poked back with a smile.
She giggled and then busted out laughing. "Young man I'm old enough to be your mother! I'll take a beer what the hell."
He handed her a cold one from his cooler, wondering just how old she really was. Old enough to be my mom, that would put her damn near 40, he thought. She cracked open the can and took a long pull before releasing it from her lips. Taking a deep breath, she slowly exhaled, touching the cold can to the side of her neck.
"Oh yah that hits the spot," she let out in a sultry manner.
Ryan's already hard cock jumped in his shorts at her actions and the sound of her tone. He was already beginning to think about his many late night fantasies he was going to be having about this woman when he was jolted back to reality by her voice.
"Huh, what was that again?" he asked.
She smiled asking again, "Did you ever have Mrs. Jennings while you were going to school?"
Mrs. Jennings was the high school's walking wet dream. She had dark brown hair that was always done up. Curvy hips that accented a slight belly from several pregnancies. Being pregnant, however, increased her breast sized immensely. She always dressed conservatively, but due to her increased chest size, she occasionally had to leave one or two blouse buttons open, revealing enough eye candy for any horny high schooler to spank his monkey to till the end of days. Ryan beat his meat quite often to the thought of his former biology teacher.
"I did have her as a teacher," remarked Ryan, "I had her my junior year right before she got pregnant again."
Becky laughed, "Sometimes I think they don't even own a TV."
Ryan gave her a puzzled grin. She took his facial expression as a, I have no idea what you're talking about, look.
"Sorry," she said, "Mrs. Jennings or Rachel that is, she's my twin sister."
Ryan's face lit up as he put two and two together, both who she was and the sexual remark she made. He thought he recognized her, but he was really recognizing Mrs. Jennings from his high school days. He always envied her husband, the man who got to play with those big, juicy melons.
He began to laugh. "When you first walked up here, I thought I knew you, but it appears it was your sister that I was remembering."
"We do look a lot alike, the only way people could tell us apart when we were younger was the fact that I have blonde hair and Rachel's is brown. Now that we've gotten older, people can tell us apart more easily."
"How so?" asked Ryan. Even though he clearly knew the answer.
She squinted at him and then gave a crooked grin. "Well, Rachel has had three compared to my zero, which makes her a little bit more um...noticeable in some areas than me."
Ryan stole a quick glance down to her chest, staring straight at her immense cleavage. He immediately regretted looking, the flush on his face made his embarrassment quite obvious.
"See anything you like?" Becky asked with giggle.
Ryan was at a loss of words. It felt like his whole throat was barricaded shut. He tried to speak but couldn't come up with an answer. His only audible response was to squeak out a weak, "I'm sorry."
"For what? I'm flattered a young man like yourself give this old bag a second look."
He cleared his throat as his heartbeat began to flutter. "Are you kidding, you're gorgeous. You're a very attractive woman, if I would know you better, I would imagine that you're just as amazing on the inside as on the outside. A man who could be with you would have to feel like a king."
Ryan gave her a nod and then was taken back by his own boldness. His face turning flushed yet again.
She blushed and gave him a big smile, "You're cute when you get embarrassed. I like it when a man is willing to take a chance."
Becky took a step closer to him, her heart began beating rapidly. A sudden tingling sensation coming from between her legs. She looked deep into the young man's eyes and then whispered something she never thought she would.
"What if I make you feel like a king?"
Ryan couldn't believe what he just heard. Caught off guard by her whisper, he locked his eyes with hers and saw nothing but pure lust. He took a step closer to her, still gazing into her hazel orbs. Wrapping both his trembling hands around the small of her back, he pulled her towards him. His pulsating cock, begged for release from his shorts. He pressed slowly against her, sending shock waves through both of them. Heartbeats thundered in eardrums and then, the levee of lust burst free from its confines. They wrapped their lips around each other and kissed urgently, with great passion. Becky's tongue tapped against Ryan's lips and he let it slide into his mouth, invading his space. Their tongues wrestled with one another in a wet, lustful embrace. They continued their battle until he pulled away from her mouth. Catching their breath, he began kissing down her cheek to her neck. His hungry kisses eliciting soft moans of pleasure from his partner.
He kissed over to the middle of her neck and then down towards her chest. Releasing his hands from behind her, he moved to the front to place his hands on her breasts. He slowly began massaging her grapefruits. Fondling her through the material of her top, Ryan found her nipples, each protruding visibly. He twirled his thumbs around them and then leaned in with his mouth. He gently flicked each nub with his tongue and then slowly picked up his pace. He lapped and sucked her through the outfit, until the cloth was soaked, receiving gasps and moans of pleasure from Becky. He felt her arms come up and bump his chin. Looking down he saw her hands reaching for the hem of her top. He released her breast from his mouth with a slurp. Becky pulled up more, as the sun engulfed her freshly exposed skin. Up and over her head went the crop top, coming to rest in the grass at her feet.
"Are you sorry for looking now?" she asked with a sexy grin, cupping both her hands under her breasts.
"Hell no, you're so fucking hot," he said, raising up and filling his palms with her soft flesh. "Make me a king," he exclaimed before diving back in for more.
Shivering to his touch, she squeaked, "You're naughty, I like that."
She took his face in her hands and lifted his lips to hers, embracing as she reach down to grab at the bottom of his cut-off. She tugged up, but was stopped by his arms massaging her breasts. He reluctantly released her bosom and raised his arms straight up in the air. Becky continued to pull up until his shirt was pulled free. She threw it off to the side and immediately reached for his shorts. She traced her palm along his length feeling it jump against her hand.
"Someone wants to play, better not keep him waiting," she coyly said, popping the button open and unzipping his fly.
She reached her hand inside his shorts and grasped him in her hand. Ryan let out a low growl as she gave his member a few long slow tugs. In one quick instant, she released him and pulled on his shorts. They dropped with ease and his cock sprang free.
Becky eyed up her prize and gave a devilish smile. "I'm going to enjoy this."
His cock wasn't the biggest or the thickest around by any means, but it was the nicest she'd seen in a very long time. She started to stroke him again, while he slipped off his shoes. One kick and then another, sent his shoes and shorts flying.
"Lie down," she commanded urgently.
He did as he was told, taking a seat and then reclining back, the soft grass tickling his back. She stood over him and undid the button of her jeans. She slid the zipper down, revealing the top of her white panties. Grasping her jeans at the hips, she began to shimmy them down until they just covered her sex. She gave a mischievous smile as she watched him grasp his cock and start jerking himself. His eyes wide with wonder and amazement, begging for more. She raised one leg and placed her boot covered foot on his thigh. Ryan quickly got the hint and with one hand stroking his cock, he placed his other on the back of her boot. They pulled in opposite directions and the suede boot slipped off. He slipped off her sock as she moved her other foot into position, the same process being repeated.
Once her boots were off, she took a step back. With hands still holding jeans, she pulled down past her sex. A little groan escaped Ryan's throat as he eyed up the noticeable wet spot. The white panties, quite transparent, showed her state of arousal. She pushed her jeans past her knees far enough where she could kick the rest of the way out. One leg and then the other, freeing her. She sank down to her knees and slowly crawled up his body. She kissed up his thigh, to his hip, and then over. Ryan stopped stroking himself and watched as she leaned in and planted a hot, wet kiss on the head of his engorged prick.
"Ahh fuck yah," he exhaled.
Becky continued to kiss down his member and then back up. She snaked out her tongue and licked him from his tip to his balls and back again. She wrapped a hand around his cock and slid his wet head into her mouth, sucking the dribble of pre-cum that had escaped. As she stroked and sucked, she slowly rotated her body. She moved her legs towards his head and as she continued her pleasant attack on his rod, she felt her panties being pulled from her ass. Farther and farther down the fabric stretched, until it couldn't move any farther. She straightened one leg back and the other bent forward, allowing Ryan to slip the panties down and off. With the panties off, He lifted his head and stuck his tongue out, lapping her clean, shaven sex. The vibrations he felt, assured him of her pleasure. As he tongued her lips, she continued to slip her hot mouth up and down his pulsating cock. In and out of her mouth it went. She would swallow down till her nose reached his balls and back to the tip. He lapped and sucked, making circle around her swollen nub. Swallowing the tangy nectar she released to him. Moans of pleasure escaping both of them. Suddenly, her hips began to buck and Ryan had to wrap his hands around her lower back to keep his attack going.
She slipped her mouth off his cock with a wet pop. "Fuck, Fuck I'm cumming!" she shrieked, immediately sucking him back into her mouth.
Ryan continued his onslaught, feeling an all too familiar tingling in his balls. Becky writhed and screamed around his cock as her orgasm took hold. The feeling of her thrashing above him and her vibrated screams on his dick were too much for him. He tried to hold back, but it was no use. Jet after jet of his hot load burst free into the back of her throat. They moaned and groaned in unison as they swallowed each other's cum. With another wet pop, she rolled off of him onto her back. They both stared up at the sky, reveling in the afterglow of their joint orgasms.
"I haven't had my pussy eaten like that in years, you were good," she panted.
He fought for breath to speak. "Thanks, I've never been taken deep like that before. My old girlfriends never wanted to try it."
"That's a shame, I really enjoy it."
Slowly sitting up, she slid against his body till she collapsed onto his chest. They lay there for quite some time, basking in the early afternoon sun. She glanced down towards his crotch to see his member regaining some life. Turning her head to look at him, she gave a pleased smile.
"The stamina of youth always amazes me."
"The experience of maturity is the key," he grinned back.
They leaned close and lightly kissed. They could taste their juices together and it was a wonderful mix. Their tongues began a slow dance as she ran her fingers through his shaggy, brown hair. Slowly she pulled herself on top of him, straddling him like a saddle. He reached down and cupped her ass with his hands, massaging the soft flesh. Then, Ryan got bold. He released her rear with his right hand and spanked down, sending a lightning bolt through Becky's body.
Breaking the kiss, she gave a squeal of delight. "I'm going to ride you like a wild stallion."
"Oh fuck yah," was all Ryan could muster.
Becky felt his rock solid member tap her moist sex below. She rose into a squat, curling her slender fingers around his shaft and pointing it towards the sky. She ran the head back and forth against her wet opening, teasing her partner. Then, painstakingly, she sank down onto him. Her velvety canal enveloping his cock like the sheath to a sword.
Sinking to her knees, she threw her head back looking towards the sky. "Aaah so fucking big!" She cried out.
"Fuck you're tight!" he exclaimed right back.
She slowly began to bounce up and down on his ridged cock. Slowly at first and then with more urgency. They placed their hands on each other's chests, she for balance, and he for rolling her erect nipples with his thumbs. Her pace quickened even more and after a short time, both their bodies were slipping and sliding with a fresh sheen of sweat. Moans and gasps of pleasure filled the air has she rode wildly. Her stamina began to wane, as she felt another orgasm approaching. Sensing her fatigue, Ryan grabbed hold of her hips and began to piston up into her. The cry of ecstasy that came from Becky would have woken the dead. She closed her eyes and let her impending orgasm take hold.
Suddenly, she was thrown to her back. Her eyes popped open to find Ryan between her legs with his steel rod pushing down into her sopping sex.
She raised her leg over his shoulder as he sank, balls deep into her. "Fuck...yes, yes, yes, aaaah!" her sounds of pleasure encouraging Ryan's pace.
She cupped her breast and squeezed her nipple sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Their bodies colliding together made a smacking sound that echoed over the river and into the woods. His slid back and forth rapidly, his cock appearing and disappearing into her smooth opening. Sensing the tingling in his balls, Ryan slowed his pace and pulled free.
He rolled her over so that she was face down. Knowing exactly what he wanted, Becky raised up on her hands and knees. Looking back to him, she wiggled her ass with a sultry smile and giggled. Ryan took that expression to mean come and get me, he didn't hesitate. He grabbed his cock and pressed it towards her canal, rubbing against it and eliciting a sensual moan from the mature goddess. He pushed forward and his cockhead slipped into her. He eased back and forth, inching his cock deeper and deeper, until he was all the way in. His pace quickened and he grabbed hold of her hips to keep his cock from escaping.
"Aaaah, oh fuck, yes, yes, give it to me!" she squealed looking back at him with fire in her eyes.
Ryan slammed home with his steel, throbbing rod, not holding anything back. His hands began to slip from her hips due to their increased perspiration. He reached up and took a handful of her flowing, blonde hair and pulled. She squealed in delight, as he arched her back in painful pleasure. He continued to thrust away, his hips a blur. Releasing her hair, he reached and grabbed both her arms, pulling back once again, all the while still pounding into her with reckless abandon. Her moans and cries increased in volume.
"Are you close?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Almost...there...oooh fuck don't stop!
Ryan gave everything he had into the next few thrusts. That was enough for Becky as she let out a blood curdling scream. "Oooh... fuck, yes...Aaaah!"
Her orgasm rocked her body. She thrashed and cried out as the powerful force took hold of her. She dropped to her elbows and rested her head on the ground, her ass still high in the air. Ryan slowed his pumping as her orgasm trickled to aftershocks. He continued pumping deeply into her. Suddenly his tone became very urgent.
"I'm... gonna cum," he stammered. "Where...do you want it?"
Becky looked back to him. "All over my face. Cum in my mouth!"
That was all Ryan needed to hear. He pulled free from her soaking love canal with a wet pop. Becky mustered what strength she had left to lift herself off the ground and up to her knees. Eye level with his glistening cock, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Ryan pumped his cock furiously and then gave a loud grunt. A thick rope of cum hit Becky right in her mouth and across her cheek. The second rope landed directly on her tongue. The third and fourth dove into her mouth and dotted her lips and chin. The last dropped down onto her neck. A dribble of cum oozed out of Ryan's prick. Becky licked the remaining cum from his sensitive cock head before pulling back and swallowing.
Ryan let out a deep sigh. "Fuck, I didn't think I'd come that much."
Becky giggled as she swiped her finger around her face, collecting the rest of the cum. She placed her finger in her mouth and sucked the jizz clean off. She stood facing him. Both their bodies dripped with sweat as the summer sun beat down, continuing its path towards the evening. They gazed into each other's eyes and embraced one another, sealing their joining with a lustful kiss.
They broke the kiss. Becky turned and strutted towards the river bank. "After all this hot fun, I think I need to take a cool bath. Care to join me?"
"It would be my pleasure," Ryan said with a big smile on his face.
They joined hands and together walked into the cool water, sinking their toes into the sandy bottom. They sank under the surface, embracing in another kiss before emerging again. After their short time in the water, they moved back up to the grassy bank. Collapsing in the grass, they lay side by side, letting the sun dry their worn out bodies. Neither one said a single word. Once dried, they retrieved their clothes and dressed each other like lovers, even though they hadn't known one another several hours prior. They walked to the shady trail where the brown mare was still tied to the fence post. Ryan helped Becky climbed up into the saddle and she took the reins.
Looking down at the young man, young enough to be her , she smiled. "Thank you for a wonderful day Ryan, I hope to see you again soon."
"I'll be down her every Friday at noon until I go back to school."
"Noon you say...I think you and I are going to have a very fun summer," she exclaimed, licking her lips and grinning lustfully.
Ryan felt stirring coming from between his legs. He looked down to see his bulge growing once again. Becky noticed as well and they both busted out laughing.
"Oh for the stamina of youth."
"Maturity's experience is the key," he winked back.
She turned the mare around and started back down the trail. Looking back, she gave him a wink and blew a kiss. Ryan waved and watched her until she was out of sight. He turned back towards his chair and fishing pole. Grabbing another beer out of the cooler, he cracked it open and plopped down in the chair. As he took a long swig, his pole began to bob up and down. He leaped to his feet, grabbing the rod and setting the hook. The drag began to whine and grind. A big smile came over his face as he fought the fish. This summer was definitely going to be great.
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Tease
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Posted:Feb 5, 2018 2:33 pm
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Sitting in the stands, my camera trained on the basketball game, I felt a slight breeze on the back of my neck. I thought little of it, until I smelled the faintest trace of perfume. Her perfume. My little jailbait fantasy from a couple of years ago.
I turned, expecting disappointment; a 's mother or something, but there she was. Big white smile, flashing dark eyes. A few years older, and they were good to her. I immediately noticed her breasts, the little mounds had flourished into a beautiful set of C cups, and her nipples were standing proud beneath her thin cashmere sweater.
I raised my eyes back to the beautiful face, the smooth clear skin, slight olive tint. The trace of Asian in the eyes, thin arched eyebrows. Fuck, she was gorgeous. "Remember me?" she asked softly, her eyes glittering.
Remember her? How many times had I fantasized about those thin young legs, that toothy smile, the sweet ass, always in the tightest jeans? She leaned forward, the breasts hanging in the sweater, braless? She hugged me, and I melted. I inhaled her sweet young scent, my nose in her hair, her breasts now lying against my shoulder. The hug was way more intimate than I would have expected from a college girl that I hardly knew.
"I kinda missed you, Mr. Hale," she whispered, her breath in my ear, boring into me, directing blood to my cock. By the time I noticed, I was fully erect.
"Really? That's sweet of you, Amy."
"I'm a sweet girl, you never noticed?"
Holy shit. I was ready to run, I knew that she was old enough that I wasn't flirting with jail, but she was still young. "Of course, sweetie, and I'm glad to see you're back from North Carolina."
"Looks like you're happy to see me," she winked. She couldn't have seen the bulge in my jeans, could she? And where did this come from? The last time I saw Amy, she'd been a coltish , really just becoming a woman.
"I'm sure we're all glad you're back."
"Who's we? You got a mouse in your pocket?" She giggled, "I'm sorry, that was bad. But whoever's in there seems happy I'm here."
That was it, I bailed. "Ok, well, nice to see you. Gotta run." And I did, using my camera as an excuse, I headed down to the floor.
My heart was pounding, and a slight sweat had broken out on my brow. WTF? I didn't know this girl! I barely knew her a few years ago, as a , and now she was practically licking my ear. I was confused, to say the least. I mean, we did have a lot of eye contact when she lived here and worked with the team, but we never even had a one-on-one conversation. I finally convinced myself that she was just fucking with me, flexing that female muscle for attention, probably doing it to everyone. After all, she'd bloomed and probably hadn't figured out the power she wielded yet.
I looked back to the stands, and she was still sitting there, alone, by my stuff. She waved and smiled. I reddened and gave a half wave back. She was really smoking now. My mind started working, I couldn't help it. I didn't know what was really going on, but what I'd give to get in her panties. What do you think she's wearing? I'm picturing boy shorts, thong, maybe nothing? Leaking right into those tight jeans. I shuddered a little. What a little dream girl.
Now I could think of nothing else. By the end of the match, I just wanted to get home and rub one out, find pictures of a look-alike and dream of her. She was gone when I went back to pick up my gear. I was disappointed and relieved.
As I approached my car, I saw her getting into hers. She smiled huge, and blew me a kiss. I looked around, but there was nobody but my and me. I hoped the didn't see it, but he said nothing.
Big fantasies followed. I couldn't concentrate on driving home, does she shave her pussy? What would she look like on all fours? Her O face? She followed me into my dreams that night, but I didn't have any delusions that it would ever come to anything.
But the next day, digging out my camera, I saw something in the bag. My heart lurched. Panties. Had to be hers. Pink thong, white lace edges. Before I could even think I lifted them to my nose. Her scent. Perfume, but a little something more, an edge to it. I looked in the little crotch panel, and was overwhelmed to see a little yellow streak, dry and a little powdery. I breathed into it, and it opened up into a full-blown gift. Her pussy, dripped this just for me.
How could she know what power the scent of her cunt held? How did she know the effect a young lady's panties had on an old guy like me? Did this girl read my mind? Back in the bottom of the bag, I saw a little note. Pink note paper, of course, floral handwriting. "Think of me."
I drew a long breath through her undies. The smell of her went straight to the core of me. I would have paid the girl a thousand bucks for these, but it seemed she had some sort of game to play with me. And I had no idea where this all came from.
Later that morning, I put on the jacket I'd worn the night before, and could smell a trace of her perfume on it. Hard, immediately. As I reached into the pocket, I found another pink scrap. "Don't be scared, I just want to play. Could you help me with my homework some night this week? Call me!" And her digits. Then "P.S. I'm 19 now, I'm not a girl anymore."
19. Fuck, I'm 3 times that. But that doesn't seem to bother her. I wondered if this was an elaborate prank, a colossal tease, a setup. My ego wasn't so big that I thought this angel really wanted to get physical with me. But I could hope. And, boy did I hope. It's all I could think about. Every time I sampled those pink panties, wondering if she'd been wearing them while we were talking, my mind went in circles. I could picture myself undressing her, licking her sweet ass like an ice cream cone, bringing her off, spanking her pussy, and fucking her.
I looked at the note all the time, but didn't have the balls to call. I certainly wasn't going to text or email, I wasn't stupid enough to leave evidence. Even a call could be recorded, so I had to be content rubbing her silky used panties on my always-hard cock whenever I could.
A couple of days later, I dropped the off for practice. As he entered the gym, Amy came up behind me, and rapped on my window. "Hi Mr. Hale!" Big cheerleader smile. I noticed that she was wearing a skirt, and it was amazing to see her legs, all the way up to mid-thigh. Smooth and tan. Flawless.
She saw me looking down, and giggled. "Did I drop something?" I looked up at her teasing smirk, and felt my face redden. Before I could answer, she looked around quickly, and reached up under her skirt, bunching it up until I could see all the way up her thighs. White, frilly boy shorts. I choked. Still looking around, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of them and slid them down to her knees. I didn't get a view of her pussy, too quick. She stood up and put her hand to her mouth. "Oops! I guess I did drop something!"
She wiggled her ass and her legs, and the panties slid down her legs, to pool around her ankles. She had on white chucks. The contrast between the tennis shoes, and the very sexy womanly panties was mind-blowing. She stepped out of them, leaving them on the ground.
"OK, gotta go! See ya later!" and she was gone. I watched her dance away into the gym. In that short skirt, her pussy open to the breeze. I looked down, her panties were still there! I opened the door and snatched them up. Warm. I held them to my face, felt the warmth of her crotch, inhaled the musk of her cunt. And I licked them, actually tasting my little temptress's nectar for the first time. I pulled my cock out, and rubbed the delicious fabric over the head, feeling it slide over my oozing member. I couldn't move fast enough, drove to a dark side street, and let myself go, totally intoxicated by her smell, and taste. I could end up in jail, for sure. I had no control over myself with her magic.
When I went back to pick up the boy, she was in the gym across from me. She sat on the floor, straight legged. Still wearing the chucks, tapping her toes together with the music. She saw me and gave a big smile and a little wave. Looking around, she seemed to feel unnoticed, and slowly raised one knee. Looked again, and began to sway that leg with the music. A little more, still checking to make sure nobody noticed. Well almost nobody.
Now her legs were opening and closing, more, a little more. And she was flashing me. I couldn't make it out across the room, but the dark shadow was enough. I could barely tell, but she wasn't shaved, she had enough coverage to tell. I couldn't break my gaze.
Suddenly, she snapped them together, back to the mat. One of the moms came up behind me, and spoke, breaking my trance. Amy was looking away, and covering her smile as she laughed at me.
Practice over, the headed to shower, I was waiting in the hall. Here she came, bouncing up to me, big hug again. "Hi Mr. Hale!"
"Hi Amy, listen I think you dropped these by my car by accident." I pulled them from my pocket.
She grinned and looked around, "not really by accident, but it's ok, I have plenty. You can have them if you want." She leaned close, "They're really comfortable, you ought to try them on sometime."
I throbbed. "You know, I'd love to, but my wife might not be thrilled with the idea."
She took them from me and held them open, then bent over to step into them. Her shoe caught on the leg hole, and she teetered. I grasped her upper arm, to hold her steady, and that brought another smile. "Thanks, hey you mind holding these for me? Tough to get on with the sneakers." She handed them back.
I looked around and listened. Playing with fire now, parents, coaches, all around the corner. But who was I to say no? I crouched down and opened up the panties. She started to step in, then absolutely floored me by pulling up her skirt. Her pussy. Her creamy thighs tapering at the crotch to clear the smooth clean mound. A little mat of wispy black hair, fine and straight. Just a hint of her lips peeking through.
"Jesus, Amy, you have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen." I said it without thinking, without trying to be cool, or flippant. Just had to tell her, as though I was complimenting her dress. She giggled, then stepped in with the other leg. "Thanks! I love it too!" She took my hands and pulled the panties up to mid-thigh. Softly she whispered in my ear. "Would you like to give it a little kiss before you hide it away?" She placed one delicate hand on the back of my head and pulled it towards her. I closed my eyes and inhaled her womanly aroma. Heavenly. Her pubic hair tickled my nose, and I reached for her with my tongue.
But noise around the corner, I yanked the panties up and jumped back. Just in time. A bunch of guys came around the corner, luckily distracted by their conversation, and didn't seem to notice us. How could they not notice this goddess, smoothing down her skirt? How could they concentrate on anything?
She seemed to read my mind. "These boys don't seem to appreciate gifts like older men do."
The door opened and two of the moms came in. "Amy!" They hugged and laughed. Chatting away. "Mark, doesn't Amy look great?" She arched an eyebrow as if to say, "Yeah, don't I look great?"
I would have loved to say, "Even better with her skirt up around her waist," but I had enough trouble with this situation already.
After the mothers had left, Amy looked at me with a very serious expression, and stepped slowly towards me, not stopping until her breasts were touching my chest and her face was inches from mine. "In case you didn't notice, my panties are wet again. You know what that means, don't you. It means my pussy is dripping wet, so wet." She brought her hand down between us, and the back of it rubbed against my erection. She lifted the front of her skirt, and slid her palm down into her panties. Then brought her hand up between our faces. I could smell her, I throbbed and moved to press my cock against her tummy. She smiled, and licked her finger.
"Would you like the other side?" She stuck it between my lips, forcing it in, and began to slowly move it in and out, fucking my mouth with it. Her other hand slid under my t-shirt, inside my jeans, and pushed down on my jockeys until the head of my cock popped out the waistband. Very lightly, she caressed the head, making it pulse with desire. Then switching hands, she took the saliva from my mouth and rubbed a tiny circle on the head of my cock. Her eyes never left mine. "I bet," she held up one finger to my nose, "I can make you cum with my little finger."
She took her hand from my pants, and slipped it inside her panties, then returned it with a glob of slippery oil, warm from her pussy. She smeared it around on her fingertips in front of my eyes, then reached for me again. I felt the lightest touch on the crown of my cock, and she started circling it again, with what must have been her little finger. So slippery. From her slit to mine, she began to explore the hole, then began to lightly enter just a little, fucking it. My mouth dropped open, and my head tilted up as my body exploded in pleasure. I grabbed her wrist and began to fuck her hand as I shot a blast of cum all over it. Laughing with delight, she gripped me and held still as I fucked her hand, cumming more and more, covering her with it, and feeling it drip down my shaft. She pulled my face to hers, and slipped her sweet little tongue inside my mouth, licking and sucking mine as I shuddered with the last of my orgasm.
"That was just my littlest little finger," she purred.
"Just think what I can do to you with my pussy," licking her dripping hand. "Just think what I can do with my mouth." She got up on her tip-toes and whispered in my ear, "and maybe even with my little butthole."
If I never had another orgasm...
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An Old Man
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Posted:Jan 5, 2018 1:44 pm
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Monday was cool and sunny, with a slight breeze that carried the ent and promise of early autumn. Jack Williams eased his 73-year-old body down on his accustomed bench in the small park downtown and opened his book. He liked this spot under a big oak tree whose leaves had just begun to show signs of changing color. The fresh air was nice and it was shady and cool during the summer. In the spring and autumn the sun angle was just right to give a little warmth. It gave him a place to ponder his life and those other things that needed pondering. He'd just settled into his read when a shadow fell across the page. He looked up and saw a pretty young woman looking at him.
"Would you mind if I shared your bench," she asked in a soft voice.
"I'd be delighted to share with you, Miss." He stood up and gestured to the bench. "Please join me."
"I didn't want to interrupt your reading." She sat down and crossed her legs.
Jack smiled at her. "You're not disturbing me in the least. This is just my thinking place." He resumed his place at the other end of the bench.
She looked at him quizziy. "Your 'thinking place'?"
"I just come here to read and think, if it becomes absolutely indispensable for me to think."
She looked at him for a moment, then laughed softly. The twinkle in his eye gave him away. "You don't like to think?"
"I find it a chore and it sometimes dredges up memories that I'd rather not deal with. Especially on such a nice day." He smiled at her. "Especially in the presence of such a charming young lady."
She blushed. "My name is Dana Raffelli." She held a hand out to him.
"I'm Jack Williams," he said, taking her soft hand and squeezing gently. He released her hand and looked at her a little more closely. She was indeed pretty, with auburn hair and eyes that defied deription. A strange mix of hazel and grey, almond shaped, with long lashes. He held out a paper bag to her. "Care for a chocolate chip cookie?"
"Oh, thank you." She took and bit into it. "Delicious. Does your wife bake them for you?"
"She used to. She died about a year ago." He looked away for a moment.
"I'm sorry about your wife." She touched his hand gently.
"Thanks, but it's all right. I'm used to it now. So, now I bake them for myself. Looks like they're pretty good bait, too."
She looked at him. "Bait?"
"I caught you, didn't I?" He looked at her and smiled.
She decided he was much nicer looking when he smiled. It ed to change the lines in his face. She smiled back at him. "Very tasty bait."
"Thanks." He put the bag down on the bench between them. "Just yourself. I got plenty more at home. Once I get started, it's hard to stop."
She laughed softly. Jack liked the sound of her laugh. He liked the way her nose wrinkled and her eyes flashed. He sighed within himself, wishing he were her age. He could get interested in her very easily, but the difference in their ages would make that impractical. At 73, he was a little old for her, but it certainly didn't stop him from dreaming and wishing.
His own perception of himself was that Time had taken him into an alley and beat the shit out of him. His face was lined and puffy, and somewhat colorless. He was losing his hair, which, by now, was all gray. Oh, well, at least he'd be spared the burden of trying to woo and win a girl and fend off the competition. He'd never been good at that.
Sometimes the nights were lly. Sometimes the only pleasant company was his good old right hand, and even then his stiffy was iffy. But, more often than not, it got the job d. It was a good release and brought back memories from happier times.
"Do you come here every day?" Her hand was on his arm. It felt wonderful.
"Yes, just about every day unless it's raining or snowing. Then I stay home and enjoy the fire."
She stood up. "Well, I have to get back to work. It was nice meeting you, Jack. Maybe I'll see you here again."
"I'd like that, Dana. It was nice talking to you." He stood and took her hand again. "You're a very nice person. They're getting fewer and farther between." He let her hand go, but she seemed reluctant to release his.
"I know what you mean." She finally let his hand go. "Until the next time, then." She turned and walked off toward the street.
He watched her walk away. She does have nice legs, he thought. She was such a charming young woman. He wondered idly who was the lucky guy that was keeping company with her. How could any resist those eyes?
They met again the next day and chatted for the duration of her lunch hour. She had brought a sandwich and some fruit. Jack had more cookies and a container of milk. They shared their food and talked about nothing in particular. She seemed to enjoy his company, for which he was grateful, not so much for the company as for the opportunity to spend an hour with such a lovely young woman.
It continued for the next several weeks. They would sit, chatting amiably and learning more and more about each other until that fateful Friday when she didn't show up. Jack wondered if she was ill, or just didn't care to have any further meetings with him. He was disappointed. She filled a void in his life that he was reluctant to leave empty. He looked around for a bit, then decided to finish his book. When he'd finished reading he stood up and put his trash in the bin, looked around last time, then started for home.
Suddenly, "Jack, wait a minute!"
He turned and saw her running toward him. His heart leaped. "Hi, Dana. I was just leaving. I missed you at noon."
"I'm too late, then." She looked genuinely disappointed.
"Not at all, Dana. I didn't think you were coming, so I finished my book. I didn't see any point hanging around any longer, but now that you're here, let's sit." He noticed that her smile was a little forced, and there was evidence of tears on her cheeks.
She looked at him with those lovely eyes. "I'm so glad I caught you. I could use a friend right now."
"Hey, what's the problem?" He saw that she was ready to break down. He put his hand on her arm and squeezed it gently. "Care to talk about it?"
She did break out into tears. She lowered her head and sobbed dionsolately.
"Come on, Dana. Put your head on my shoulder and let it out." He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him. She didn't resist him and her head fell to his shoulder. Her sobs tore at his heart.
"I lost my job today." She told him the story between sobs. "My boss started making advances to me, and I just lost it and slapped his face as hard as I could."
Jack held her close, trying not to get too familiar with her. She just continued sobbing. He gave her his handkerchief and let her clean up a little.
"Want to talk about it?"
"I'm glad I'm out of there. I need the job, but not that badly. God! What a pig that man is!"
"Maybe you should file a harassment suit against him." He gave her a little squeeze.
She leaned against him. "No, I'm just glad to get away from him and his constantly horny buddies. I can find another job."
"Do you have a boyfriend?" He looked at her, hoping she'd say yes.
"No. Well, I did have , but he did the same thing to me. He demanded it as though it were his right and my duty. Isn't there any in this world who doesn't have sex on his mind?" More sobs, more tears.
Jack felt so sorry for her. He wished he could offer her some comfort. He looked at his watch. "Coming up 5 p.m. How about if I buy you dinner? There's a nice little place not far from here."
She looked up at him, and smiled. "That's so nice of you. I'm certainly in no mood to cook."
He stood up and held his hand out to her. She took it and they headed to the restaurant. They were fortunate enough to get a table right away. He ed her off with her coat and they ordered.
"Some wine with dinner, Dana?"
"Yes, I'd love some. Something red?"
"Just so. You just need some hot food and a little wine and you'll feel a lot better."
"I already feel better being with you, Jack."
"Nobody needs problems. There's no reason that a charming young woman like you should have such unhappiness. I'm just trying to cheer you up a little."
"Oh, Jack. You've cheered me up a lot already." She reached across the table and put her hand on his. "You're a good friend and a good person."
When the wine arrived he poured for her and lifted his glass. "To better times."
She smiled and touched her glass to his. "Right now, these are better times."
They sipped, completing the toast. Jack studied her. She seemed to have relaxed a little, losing the tension in her shoulders. "So, what's on the agenda for tomorrow?"
"I'm going to take the day off." She suddenly giggled. "Tomorrow's Saturday. Of course I'm going to take the day off." Then she laughed heartily. "Damn, I feel so much better, now. Jack, you're a wonder."
"Hardly. I'm just an old retired fart who was lucky enough to be here at the right time to lend you a hand."
"And a shoulder and a hanky and a meal. Since I've met you, you've d all the giving and I've d all the taking."
"Nonsense. You've given me your company and your charm and you've brightened up an old man's life. I certainly couldn't ask for more than that."
She studied his face. She saw only kindness in his eyes. "Jack, would you mind telling me how old you are? I'm just curious."
"I'm 73. Be 74 next October."
"You must have seen a lot in your lifetime." She regarded him over the rim of her glass.
"Yeah, I guess I've seen a lot of interesting stuff. Man on the moon, the internet and all the other pointless crap that mankind is capable of inflicting on himself." He looked at her eyes, those incredible eyes. "Sorry. I guess my cynicism is showing. A concomitant of age."
"I'll bet you've led an interesting life."
"Only if you look at it with a clinical eye. It's actually been rather pedestrian. A couple of hitches in the Air Force during the Cold War, the rest working in the electronics industry in capacity or another. Then, finally, the culmination of my life. Retirement. Blessed retirement."
"You don't feel lost or at odds? I hear all these stories that when men retire, they go to pieces in a couple of ."
"Don't you believe it. I was never of those driven individuals. I just took it as it came, did my time in the barrel and got out as soon as I felt I could afford it." He took a quick gulp of his wine as their meal arrived. "Best thing that ever happened to me. I just love it. Been retired for and I don't feel lost or ignored or anything else. I was born for this."
Dana chuckled. "I get the distinct impression that you're enjoying life."
"That I am. When I first retired, I'd get up early and sit by the window and thumb my nose at all the poor souls commuting to work." That delightful laugh of hers again. "The oddest thing is that when I drive anywhere, the traffic doesn't bother me at all, because I don't have to be anywhere at any particular time. My stomach has been remarkably pain-free, too, from not being tied up in knots."
Dana laughed again. "Maybe I should just retire, too. Sounds like the idyllic life,."
"It is. Well, most of the time. Sometimes it can get a little lly."
"Don't you have friends?" She seemed genuinely concerned.
"Sure. I have you for a friend." He smiled at her slight blush.
"Yes, you do, Jack. But what about people your own age?"
"Well, I don't care much for old people. Too mired in the past. I like to see what's over the horizon. That's the aspect of death that I don't like. I'll miss all the things that will happen in the future. I don't fear death, I resent it."
The food arrived at that moment. They spent the next few minutes with salt and pepper and preparing to eat, then eating mostly in silence. When they finished, Jack took care of the bill, and they headed back to the park.
"What about younger people?" Dana walked beside him, holding his arm lightly. "Do you have any younger friends?"
"No. They have enough on their plates without me slowing them down."
"I'm young, and you're not slowing me down. In fact, I'm having a time keeping up with you."
"Oh, sorry. I've always been a fast walker." They reached "their" bench and sat down in the darkening evening.
Dana turned to him. She took his hands in hers. "Jack, would you have dinner with me tomorrow night? I'd love to cook you a nice meal."
"Why, I'd like that, Dana. That would be very nice. Are you sure it wouldn't be a bother?" His heart beat a little faster.
"No bother at all, especially for a good friend." She rummaged around in her purse and found a piece of paper. She wrote her name, address and ph number on it and handed it to him. "How about 6:30?"
"Sure, I know where this is. -thirty tomorrow night. I'll be there and I'll bring the wine."
"Just make sure you bring you. That's the most important thing." It was Jack's turn to blush. He was glad she couldn't see his face. The blush got worse when she leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek.
She stood and held both hands out to him. "Well, Jack, I'll be expecting you."
"Oh, I'll be there. I'd be a fool to turn down a home-cooked meal, especially prepared by such an enchanting young woman."
"You're a shameless flatterer." Another quick peck on the cheek and she was off.
Jack watched her walk away, his heart beating a little faster.
The next evening, he showered and dressed casually in slacks and a light flannel shirt in deference to the cool evening. He wanted her to see the real person, not some fake. He gathered up the wine, went out to his car and drove to Dana's home.
"Ooooh, Jack, please come in." She greeted him with a big smile and a quick kiss. "I'm so glad you could make it." She was dressed in navy slacks and a light blue blouse.
"Dana, it smells wonderful in here. It's been a while since I smelled anything this good." He handed her the wine and followed her into the kitchen.
She put the wine down on the table and got out a corkrew. "Please sit down, Jack. It's almost ready. Would you open the wine, please?"
He opened a bottle and sat at the table. "What is that lovely smell?"
She smiled at him. Those eyes and that crinkled nose got to him again. "I hope you like Italian cooking. It's chicken saltimbocca."
"Oh, I love that. It's of my favorite meals."
"Then I guessed the right thing to cook. If you'll pour the wine, I'll plate it up and we can eat."
Jack poured the wine and realized his mouth was watering. In the light and inside, he got a better look at her. She was even lovelier than he remembered. She had a very nice figure, with high breasts and a trim waist. The slacks she wore complimented her slender hips and delightfully curved behind.
Dana went into the kitchen and returned with their plates. Jack held her chair for her as she sat down. She raised her glass. "To a pleasant evening with a good and pleasant friend."
"Very nice toast, and the same to you." They both sipped their wine, then dug into the food.
"Dana, this is delicious," he said after a mouthful of the chicken. "The sauce is perfect."
"Why, thank you, Jack. I'm glad you like it."
They ate quickly, not because of hunger but because the meal was truly delicious and couldn't be denied further.
She opened the second bottle of wine and brought it with her as they moved to the living room.
"Dana, that was the best meal I've had in a very long time. You're a wonderful cook."
"It's nice to know some appreciates my efforts." She leaned toward him and kissed him lightly on the lips.
Jack blushed and felt a vaguely familiar stirring in his loins. His heart started to go into overdrive. He wanted so much to take her in his arms and do unspeakable things to her body.
"Wow," he said softly. "It's been a while since I felt something like that."
She put her hand on his cheek. It felt so soft and smooth and cool. "You're a sweet man, Jack."
He couldn't pull himself out of those bottomless pools that were her eyes. In spite of himself, he just kept staring into her eyes. "You're a beautiful woman, Dana." His voice was slightly shaky, his mouth was dry. "Your eyes won't let me go."
She shifted toward him again and kissed him. This time deeper, longer and with more meaning. When she pulled back, Jack just stayed where he was, his eyes closed, his heart racing.
"Hey, you," she said softly. "Are you okay?"
He was finally able to speak. "Okay doesn't begin to deribe it. That was wonderful. It's been so long..."
"Don't say anything, Jack. It's been a long time for me, too. I don't ever remember knowing a man so sweet, unassuming and considerate as you." She moved close to him, her breasts now palpable against his chest. She looked deeply into his eyes. "I can't myself, Jack, I love you."
Jack was thunderstruck. He could only stare into her eyes. They drew him in deeper and deeper. "My god, Dana. We've only known each other for a few weeks. How can you feel that way about me?" His heart pounded. He felt dizzy and somewhat disoriented.
"I feel that way because you affect me that way. I won't attempt to explain it because I don't fully understand it myself. But I won't question it. It's too comfortable. It's too natural, as though it's ordained." She kissed him again. This time, there was no tentativeness about it. She bored in to him, her tongue seeking his soul.
Jack was further confounded by a definite stirring in his loins. His cock began to stiffen. He was overwhelmed by his feelings. Never before in his life had he experienced anything like this.
He pulled back from the kiss, his breathing deep and uneven. "Dana, I don't know what to say. This is...well, surreal."
"Why do you say that, Jack? Do you not want my love?" Her eyes, those lovely eyes, began to fill with tears.
Jack put his hands on her shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. "Dana, of course I want your love. I welcome it, but I'm fifty older than you..."
She interrupted him. "I'm not worried in the least about that and I really don't care. You're the man I've been looking for. You're the man I love."
His mind was in a spin. He did welcome her love, but felt like such a hypocrite. He lusted after her, too. He felt he was no better than her ex-boss or her former boyfriend. Still, he felt love for her, too. It's just that it was too fantastic to comprehend. He began to get a little teary, too. This sweet, lovely young woman loved him and wasn't going to take "no" for an answer.
"I need some kind and attentive," she continued. Tears ran down her cheeks. "You're the only man I've ever met who didn't want anything from me. You give everything and ask nothing in return." She threw her arms around him and held him close.
"Oh, Dana, Dana! You make an old man so happy!" It was Jack's turn to shed tears. He pulled back from her and suddenly burst out laughing. "Here we are holding each other, claiming to be happy and we're bawling our eyes out." He hugged her close again.
"Oh, Jack," she sobbed. "I'm crying because I'm so happy! I don't know what I would have d if you had pushed me away."
"I couldn't do that, Dana. That would be unthinkable, stupid, senseless and insane."
Suddenly, she stood up and held her hands out to him. "Come with me, Jack." She spoke so softly he almost didn't hear her.
He stood up dumbly, took her hands in his and let her lead him to the bedroom. The room was dark with only the light from a newly-risen full moon for illumination.
When she began removing her clothes, he could only stare at her.
She stood naked before him, a vision in the moonlight. She went to him and began to unbutton his shirt. " me, Jack."
"My god, Dana! What are you doing?"
"It's obvious, isn't it? I'm getting ready to seduce you, to make love to you."
His hands were shaking so badly he was having trouble with his belt. He was glad that he was wearing loafers. Shoe laces would be impossible to deal with. Naked at last, he thought of nothing but what lay ahead.
She came to him, pressing her lovely, young body against him. She whispered into his ear, "You're not so old after all, are you?"
"Not with what you're doing to me," he said in a quaking voice. "Good thing it's dark in here so you can't see my raggedy-ass old body. You'd change your mind."
"Not a chance." She ground herself against him. "I have you in my power now and I'll not let you get away." Her lips captured his again, her tongue caressing, seeking. She turned them around and pulled him down on top of her on the bed. "Take me, Jack. I'm so yours."
He kissed her deeply, then moved slowly down her body. He was rewarded with a low moan from Dana. "First things first," he said softly. When his lips reached their target she jerked and writhed under him. He let his tongue have free rein, which caused her to grab at his head, pressing him to her.
"Oh, Jack, my darling!" Her orgasm hit quickly. She had no idea how long it went on, or even if there were multiple orgasms. It was all , long, delicious sensation that seemed never to end.
He came up beside her and held her until the spasm passed. He licked his lips, tasting her juice. She was delicious, heady, musky. He wanted more of that, but let her rest. "Did I do okay," he asked softly.
She turned to him and held him tightly. "Yeah," she said breathlessly, "you did okay." She laughed a little nervously, "You did just fine. Now, no more fooling around." She pressed herself against him. "This time for sure."
He got on top of her and let the tip of his cock touch the lips of her now-wet pussy. He moved forward very gently and entered her. "Oh, Dana, oh, Dana." He pressed his lips to hers and thrust forward with great tenderness.
She thrust back against him, her arms holding him tightly. "Jack," she whispered to him, "this is the happiest day of my life! I want you so much. Come for me, Jack, darling. Come for me!"
Jack fucked her slowly, but he knew he wouldn't last much longer. The stimulus was too strong, too powerful. The feel of her on him and against him was more than he could stand. He tensed up and pushed himself into her as far as he could. With a little cry, he came into her. "Dana! Dana!"
She held him until he finished, stroking his back with both hands. "My dear, sweet Jack. My sweet man. I love you so much."
"I love you, Dana. I'm a convert, now. You have me in your power."
She kissed him deeply with great feeling and tenderness. "Will you take me to your house tomorrow? I want to see where you live. I want to know everything about you."
"Yes, I'll take you. It'll be a mess, though, you can count on that."
"But it will be your mess. Would you let me be your cook and your housekeeper? Would you let me live with you?"
Jack had a feeling of millions of butterflies in his stomach. This was moving a lot faster than he could keep up with. "Dana, do you know what you're saying? Do you understand the implications?"
"Are you worried about what the neighbors will say? If you are, we could get married."
Jack was incredulous! She was proposing to him! He was beginning to doubt his sanity and his grip on reality. "If your living with me would make them talk, then our marriage would really raise some eyebrows."
"I certainly don't care." She kissed him again and moved her hand over him, feeling his skin with her fingertips. "I certainly won't let them dictate my life or my happiness."
He put his head on her shoulder, his lips just an inch away from her breast. "Then, let's take it step at a time, just to be safe. I don't mean from the neighbors, I mean for ourselves, so we can be sure."
"What ever you say, lover, whatever you say." Her hand moved down his stomach slowly until she reached his cock. "I don't think you're as old as you let on," she said softly.
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I'm a college student, 23 years old, just finishing my engineering degree. While engineering studies are somewhat masochistic, I've really enjoyed school and learning and have been talked into continuing my education by one of my professors with a masters degree. I've already mentioned that I enjoyed school, but the thing you need to know about engineering schools is that there is a weird mismatch between men and women. I'm not going to speculate why, but will say that they're this song I heard once, I think it's titled, "Men" and one of the lines in it is "so throw your rubbers overboard, there's no one here but men...".
And that described a significant percentage of my college experience...
After I left home, my parents took an overseas assignment and moved away leaving me, admittedly with very reasonable in-state tuition at a good school in the north-central Rocky Mountains, but still, all alone. It usually didn't bother me, because I had lots of friends and could either just stay at school, or sometimes I'd spend holiday's with my Aunt Mary, my fathers youngest sister.
Mary lives in Phoenix, AZ today, and is a lovely woman. I've honestly always really enjoyed her company, maybe because we're not that different in age, maybe just because we get along really well, or maybe because she's hot! I'm not sure I'm supposed to say that about my aunt, but she is a beautiful woman who always got lots of attention from the opposite sex. Short, curvy, and petite, just the way I like 'em. Truthfully, I'm not sure if that is just my natural inbred preference in women, or if I developed that taste at a very young age by growing up watching my aunt strut her stuff right from the get-go.
I guess she was a bit of a "wild " growing up and, unfortunately, got pregnant early and her first when she was still in high school. She and the father did get married a little later, but broke it off after a few years leaving her and my cousin Jenny to grow up together. In spite of that, she has done well for herself with a good job, and has definitely taken care of herself, and when at my cousin's school activities, often gets mistaken for her sister.
Spring break was coming up, and I couldn't afford to go to some wild place in the Caribbean, and I really didn't want to spend it alone at school again, and decided to give my aunt a call. She was thrilled to hear from me, and immediately invited me down for the week.
So, I packed my stuff up, jumped in the car, and started the long drive south to Phoenix. I hadn't seen them for a few years, and was looking forward to seeing Mary again. The miles clicked away, and temperatures just got warmer and warmer the closer I got to the Valley of the Sun.
I finally pulled into town and found the street. I pulled in around noon on Sunday afternoon, but when I got there, I didn't find my aunt at home. Apparently, she had to work over, but what I did find was my cousin Jenny.
She ran to the door and gave me a big hug, "Oh John, it's so good to see you!"
Could this possibly be the same girl I'd last seen two years ago? When I left, Jenny was short and skinny with braces, no hint of figure at all, but this girl was smokin' hot. I guess she'd finished off the braces, and blossomed as she was in her senior year of high school. She was 18 and stood about 5'2", was wearing a pair of short short's hugging her curvy hips and showing off a pair of very shapely legs, and a tight camisole showing off a pair of quite ample breasts. I quickly thought back to Aunt Mary and concluded that maybe some things do get passed through the genetics...
"So, long drive?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm so glad to be here. Your mom's not home?"
"Nope, she's working today, and won't be home until after dinner, so I guess it's just you and me until then." When she said this she kind of kind of smiled and stretched her arms up and over her head to emphasize her point. Her breasts rose nicely, and she showed her flat midriff.
God, was I getting hard watching my younger cousin?
I smiled back, realized that I was staring at her chest, and rapidly tried to make conversation.
"So, what can we do until then," I finally asked trying to find something to talk about.
"Well, it's still pretty warm down here, certainly different from Colorado. Would you like to go swimming?" she asked.
Given my strange, current state, I was almost afraid of this suggestion, but accepted anyway. "I would love to catch some rays," I replied. And I grabbed my stuff from the car and ran back to change.
I had to wait a minute or two for my erection to go down, then threw on my trunks and headed to the backyard. Aunt Mary's ex had done pretty well for himself, and the two were now, in combination with Mary's living, doing pretty well for themselves. The pool was beautiful and clean and begging for me to jump in, and it's a good thing I did, because just a minute later Jenny came out wearing one of the smaller bikini's I'd ever seen.
I couldn't believe her mother let her get away with this thing. It wasn't quite a thong, but was a very small, flimsy, white string bikini with just enough triangle in front to cover her puss and small triangles containing her large breasts.
She jumped in the pool, and we started to talk. She was very interested in what I studied, the kind of people I met, what I did on the evenings and weekend, and fished around a little bit regarding girls and my sex life.
"It's not the typical school that you see in movies where people are partying all the time," I explained. It's not that we don't spend our share of time carrying on and having fun, but there really aren't a lot of girls there."
"Hmmm, that's really too bad for you," she said. "I'm sure you wouldn't have too much trouble finding some attention from girls at most schools." And she smiled, "I mean, you're smart and funny, and you're probably going to make a lot of money."
And as she said this, she raised up a little out of the water. I hadn't noticed, but she'd been staying, probably intentionally, below the water level, because as soon as she rose up, I noticed her bikini top had turned all but transparent. I could see her entire aureoles. Her nipples were noticeably hard and pointed.
Oh god, here we go again...
"Mom'll be home pretty quick, we better get dressed," she said suddenly.
And she jumped out of pool heading back inside to get changed. And in that fleeting moment between when the water was pouring off of her and when she wrapped a towel around her to head in, I could see her entire body through that little suit, her large heavy breasts with dark, pointed nipples, and what appeared to be a very nicely trimmed pussy shaved down to just the smallest triangle where her legs met her body.
What was up with this girl? She sure wasn't the little girl I last knew 2 years ago... I wasn't sure what to think, but my cock sure did.
Jenny took a shower to rinse the chlorine out of her hair, and we both got dressed. I certainly smiled when she came back out in that little camisole that showed off her boobs so nicely.
Aunt Mary was home soon after this, and unlike Cousin Jenny and exactly like Cousin Jenny, Mary was everything I remembered. She was the same short, petite, curvy, chesty, funny, full of life, little spark plug I remembered. She was beautifully dressed as well in this sexy little tight cowl neck top hugging her breasts from the bottom, but every time she'd bend over, I could see right down her top and into her bra. We immediately hit it off again, just like before, only this time, it seemed that Jenny joined the party right next to us. The three of us made dinner, cleaned up, and then spent the next few hours catching up. Mary asked a lot of the same types of questions that Jenny had, and talking about school came easily and naturally for me.
It was a wonderful evening, and I really enjoyed talking with both of them, but we eventually realized we needed to go to sleep. I was tired from the long drive and Mary had to work the next day. So they went to bed, and I crashed on the couch.
It was about 9:00 pm when we all went to bed, but about 11:30 pm I woke up immediately. I'm not sure if it's one of those things of being overtired, or what, but upon waking, I looked out the window toward Aunt Mary's bed room and saw that she had left the shade partially up and that the bedside light was on. I realized after less than a minute that she was masturbating and that I could hear her down the hall.
I walked over the window to get a better look, and almost knocked something over, it was the binoculars the family used for bird watching in the backyard. I immediately raised them to my eyes and got the view I'd always dreamed about. She was so beautiful... She'd obviously been rubbing her large breasts with one hand and her muff with the other. Her nipples were worked up into sharp points sticking away from her chest, and she had her vibrator going on her clit. I could zoom right in on her cunt and watch her every move. She started holding her pussy open with one hand and buzzed away on it with the other. I could faintly hear the buzz of her vibrator and her whimpers down the hall until she finally let loose with a powerful orgasm. Panning up and down her body, I saw her get up and put her toy away, then walk across the room to the window and look outside. I got a great view of her body as she spent just a minute looking up into the night sky, then she seemed to look over at me, smiled, closed the blinds, turned out the lights, and went to sleep.
When I got up the next morning, Mary had already gone off to work. I got a shower and waited for Jenny to get up. It didn't take long, and soon, she was up too, and it wasn't long before we were back in the pool, splashing and playing. It had turned into something of a game of chase in the pool, and sometimes she'd pretend I was hurting her and dive under the water poking her little butt up in the air. Sometime's she'd stand there with her chest out of the water and her dark nipples sticking through her suit for me to admire.
Finally, Jenny, asked me, "So John, do you think I'm pretty?"
"Jenny, you're my cousin."
"That wasn't the question," she said. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"Well, yes. If you weren't my cousin, I'd call you hot." I replied.
"Good, I really like you too," she said. "I wore this bikini just for you. You've noticed how when it's wet you can see right through it, haven't you?"
"It's kind of hard to miss..."
She swam over to me.
"You know, Mom's at work all day, and she leaves me here all alone. It's a really private backyard, and I usually spend my day sunbathing nude." And she pulled her top completely off. "See, no tan lines."
Her -age boobs were without a doubt free of tan lines and stood out incredibly.
She giggled, "I really like how the nipples tan. They get all dark colored and almost purple," and she pinched her nipples adding emphasis to her already prominent nipples.
"Let's go inside" I said," leading her by the hand and grabbing a towel to dry off with quickly. "I've got to get these shorts off.". We both toweled off and left our suits on the patio.
I kissed her as soon as we were inside and admired her body. "No tan lines below either I see," I pointed out.
"No, but you do need to be careful not to sunburn those private parts, that really hurts," she said toying with me. And she laid back and spread her legs showing me her immaculately shaved age cunt. It was so beautiful, when she was standing, her puss was fully inside with just the two lips showing, but when she laid back, her lips opened up, revealing a large, hard clitoris and several folds of pussy skin.
"You like?" she purred.
"What's not to like?" I asked, and got down and started licking my little cousins pussy. She moaned and whimpered and cried while I ran my tongue up and down her little girl slit spending lots of time on her clit until she finally burst out in orgasm.
She laughed, then pushed me back, "your turn!" She took my cock in her mouth and started sucking and jerking me with her hand. It was amazing how she'd kiss up and down the shaft, suck the head, and play with my balls making these little slurping sounds the whole time.
"You like that too?" she asked between slurps.
"Do I really need to answer that?" I said.
"I'm yours all week," she replied. "I'm on the pill, so just fuck me."
And she laid back again and spread her legs, showing me that beautiful bald age pussy again. She didn't have to ask twice, and I dove in and started fucking my cousin bareback. I pushed into her balls deep and fucked her hard with long strokes. She whimpered and cried as her beautiful suntanned boobs bounced up and down in rhythm to my thrusts.
"Oh Jen, I'm going to cum..."
"No, wait don't do that." And she pulled off of me, jumped down and started sucking my cock again. I shot a cum wad into her mouth that was positively enormous. She had trouble swallowing it all, and when she finally came up for air after I was finally done sperming in her mouth, a little bit was running down her chin.
I reached up and with my finger wiped her chin off, "I think you missed some." I said.
"Oops," she giggled, then took my finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. "I just love the taste of cum."
She cuddled up on me, and we started to talk.
"Where did you learn that?" I finally asked.
"I've got a couple of boyfriends," she replied. "They let me know what they like, and I try to give it to them."
"A couple?"
"Yeah," she said. "I've done really well in school, so they send me to community college for some classes. The boys there really like me, maybe it's the boobs, I don't know. But I've got great excuses to go out on weeknights, you know, 'study sessions.' It's just that mom doesn't know that I'm studying how to suck dick," she laughed.
"Just older boys? No one at school?" I asked absentmindedly stroking her skin.
"I prefer the college boys" she said and she started to play with my cock again noticing I was getting stiff all over again.
"So Cousin, do you like my stories? Do you like to hear how your little -age cousin likes to suck college boys cocks?"
And she started sucking my dick again, "I prefer the college boys, but one of them is my age. He's always hard and fucks me all the time. He's got a girlfriend who tries to make him happy, but he really likes fucking me."
"Oh my god, my little cousin is sucking my dick, learned how to do from college boys, and gets around?"
"That sums up most of it" Jenny said. "He keeps trying to get his girlfriend into the act and see us together."
"And..." I asked.
"It almost happened once," she said as she came up for air while sucking my cock. "I walked in on them having sex, and just watched for a minute. She didn't know I was there until I started squeezing her boobs. He held her down for a few minutes while I started touching her. I kissed her a little, and started to rub her pussy while he fucked her, and we thought she'd given up and was getting into it. Then when we let her loose, she ran away and locked herself in the bathroom."
That must have been a little bit awkward, I replied.
"Maybe a little, but I did get to suck her juices off his cock, then finished him off. She knows now that he fucks me regularly and seems to put up with it, so I'm not going to worry about it. quot;
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, picked up the pace fucking Jenny's mouth, and shot another huge load of cum down her throat and into her belly...
And so that was how the next few days went. Mary would go to work, I'd wake up Jenny and fuck her like a trashy . Then we'd both get a shower, eat some breakfast, skinny dip, fuck again, eat, and then Mary would come home.
As much fun as I was having having sex with my cousin, I still had a roaming eye for her mom, and memories of the first night watching Aunt Mary masturbate were still fresh in my mind and she made it hard to forget. She always seemed to be wearing something showing off her cleavage to its full advantage, and seemed to me to almost invent reasons to bend over and give me an eyeful.
My favorite was everyday just before bedtime when Aunt Mary would come out to check the house one last time and lock the doors. She always wore this little silky nightgown that barely covered her at all. Her breasts would be tumbling out of the top, and from the side there was a view showing the full size and shape. Her nipples would poke through the thin fabric leaving very little to my imagination. Sometimes she'd bend over to pick something off the floor giving me a full view of her boobs and show me her pretty pink nipples.
After awhile, I learned how to leave things strategically on the floor just to have her bend over to pick them up; one location so I could get another boob shot, and another where she'd bend over and show me her ass. She really did have a beautiful little butt, round and covered in these tiny little silky panties. If she bent over just right, I'd get a nice view of the shape of her hips, and sometimes be able to see right up to her silk covered pussy where a touch of dark hair stuck out.
Sometime she'd even sit there and talk to me for a few minutes prior to bed, usually about nothing in particular. I was really starting to think that she was doing this just to tease me and knew the games I was playing with her. Fortunately or unfortunately, I really didn't care because to have the opportunity to stare at her breasts and watch her cross and uncross her legs was a fantasy I'd had since almost before I was too young to have fantasies. I'd go to sleep fully erect every night, but was afraid to jerk off as I needed to save all my cum for her the next morning.
The next day went very similar to before where I got up, fucked Jenny, cleaned up, ate, skinny dipped, fucked again, and started dinner, but this time when Aunt Mary got home, she needed something from the store.
"Jenny, we don't have any cheese for the pasta. Can you run and get some for me? You know the kind I like, it's at that store a few blocks over," said my Aunt.
"Okay Mom, can I bring John with me," she replied.
"No, leave him here. You two have all day together, why don't you give me a little extra time with him," Mary replied.
"I might be a little while Mom, this is a bad traffic hour."
"That's alright; we'll hold dinner for you."
And Jenny grabbed the car keys and was out the door.
"So John, what do you and Jenny do all day when I'm out?" Mary asked.
"Oh mostly talk and swim, nothing too exciting," I replied while trying to think of something we might have done other than what we really were doing.
"She's a pretty girl, isn't she?" Mary asked somewhat rhetorically.
"Yes, yes, she is." I replied. "and smart too," I added quickly trying to change the subject.
"She is pretty, which swim suit has she been wearing?"
Was the next button on her blouse open? Was that new cleavage I hadn't seen since the first night through the window? And why was she talking like this to me? I furthermore didn't quite know how to respond to her question because she'd only worn one suit which was completely transparent, and other than that, hadn't worn a suit at all.
"I guess it's a little white bikini," I finally admitted not knowing what else to say.
"Hmmmm..." she replied. "Now tell me the truth, are you and Jenny having sex?"
Yes, that was definitely a new button on her blouse open, and she wasn't wearing a bra either so her beautiful nipples were starting to poke through.
"Mary, yes, we are. But why are pushing me like this? Do you really want to know this? It just sort of happened, she's so beautiful, and..."
"And what?" she pushed. "And what?"
I hesitated, then let it go, "And she looks so much like you..."
"Finally we're getting somewhere," Mary said.
She pushed up to me and kissed me hard, immediately pushing her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her hard, and felt her hand at my crotch rubbing my already stiff dick.
"Things just kind of happened, so, yes." But I continued, "Mary, I've always thought you were so beautiful, and you and Jenny have so much in common. I figured you were out of my reach, but with Jenny, I've just been getting closer and closer with her, and I maybe thought it would be almost like being with you. But you've always been the one to me,"
I reached down and grabbed my aunt's breasts.
"These things have been driving me crazy all week." I said.
"I'm glad you noticed, I wasn't sure how much more obvious I could be. We've got to hurry before Jenny get's back" she said as she slipped her dress all the way off revealing that she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath.
I finally got my aunts tits in my mouth. The same ones I'd always looked at and dreamed about. They looked good, they felt good, they smelled good, and wow, did they taste good. The nipples were so hard and puckered up in my mouth.
I hastily stripped naked, and Mary dropped to her knees immediately taking my cock in her mouth. She could really suck a knob, just like her , but better, and what made it even more amazing was knowing that not 3 hours earlier I had been balls-deep in her , and my cock was still covered in Jenny's juices. Mary had to have known that, but didn't pause or hesitate for even a second and just slurped my rod into her mouth.
She started suck up and down, kissing around the head, and deep throating me. Next I felt her mouth went to my nuts. I'd never had a girl do that before; she went down, licking my balls taking one into her mouth and then the other until they were all slippery and wet all the time continuing to pump my cock with her hand. Then the most bizarre thing happened when I felt her continue down the base of nut sack, finally slipping her tongue in my butt.
God, I was so close to cumming in her mouth that I finally had to push her back. She looked so incredible with her large tits out and a little bit of drool running down then from all that cock sucking. I spread her legs open and started fucking my beautiful dream girl, my aunt.
"Oh, so much better than my vibrator," she moaned. "Did you like watching me that first night? I knew you were at the window and saw me playing with myself."
I fucked her even harder. "You mean you knew I was there?"
"I've always dreamed about you watching me while I touch myself. I got to live that little fantasy out Monday. Oh, what a good orgasm..."
She reached down and touched her clit, moaning and crying and whimpering as my cock pounded in and out of her. "so good, so good, just like I always knew. Oh please fuck me harder, fuck me, fuck me. Oh god, so good, but you've got to hurry up, Jenny'll be back soon, give me that cum."
Then in a few seconds, she erupted underneath me.
Mary was unfortunately right and Jenny would be back soon. Mary's cunny was so sweet, and I wanted this moment to last forever, but I picked up the pace, and in another minute was unloading my cum into my aunt just like I'd done to her and just like I'd always dreamed.
We laid there for just a second with me still inside her kissing and laughing, then we hastily threw our clothes back on. It wasn't more than 5 minutes later that Jenny came home.
We made dinner, and I spent the rest of the night flirting shamelessly with both women.
As per normal, Jenny went to bed, and Mary and I spent a few minutes talking. But that night we didn't do much talking, and instead did a lot of touching and kissing. She told me to come back to her bedroom in a few hours, after Jenny was sleeping.
This time, we took it slower, and I tenderly and gently fucked my Aunt Mary. Her pussy was every bit as sweet as her daughters, and she was even more beautiful. In spite of my love and lust for my aunt, it was getting difficult for me cum. After all, I'd been fucking her two or three times a day for almost a week, and finding enough cum to satisfy both of these women was rapidly becoming difficult. I flipped her over, stuck her butt in the air, and did her doggy style while pinching her nipples. She was so beautiful, and her cunt seemed like it had no bottom. She kept whimpering even after having multiple orgasms. I finally came in my aunt's pussy with my finger up her asshole as she had another orgasm around my cock. Her beautiful orgasm helped me sperm my aunt's beautiful little fuck hole one more time.
The next morning, I just crawled into bed with Jenny and tongued her to orgasm, but didn't fuck her. I was all fucked out... It seemed to make her happy, but then she asked me, "didn't want to fuck me again today? Is something wrong?"
"No," I replied truthfully, "I'm just starting to run out of sperm for you, you're too much." Then I kissed her.
"It was Mom last night, wasn't it? Did she finish you off so there wasn't any left for me?"
Whoa...
"You had to know I could hear that. I mean, mom's a real moaner, isn't she. Every time she gets her vibrator out, she'll keep me awake. She sure does seem to enjoy it. Really John, it's okay, I don't really mind. I know the two of you have always had something a little bit special, and I'm glad you could finally come to terms with it." And then she paused for a minute, got up on her arms and looked very seriously at me, "is she better than me?"
"Are you really going to make me answer that?" I said.
"Yes, is she a better lay than I am?"
I hugged her naked body to me, "No, I wouldn't say better, but different."
"Go on..."
I paused for a minute, reflecting and comparing mother and . "Well, you are both definitely related with killer bodies, both your boobs are incredible, and while yours are probably are a little firmer, I really liked the way her nipples puckered up into tight little points while I sucked them. Your ass is a bit firmer and to see you riding my cock from on top hanging those beautiful boobs in my face is amazing. Now your mom, wow can she suck cock. She spent a lot of time sucking my ball sack, I really liked that. She even slipped her tongue up my butt. I will say that both of your pussies are tight and sweet. They even taste alike. I do like the way she moans and carries on while I'm fucking her though. I don't know, you two have a lot in common, but you're still different..."
She smiled and then she kissed me and held me tight.
I headed back to school the next morning. It had been an incredible trip and completely satisfying. I had had a wonderful visit with two of the most beautiful women I'd ever known, one a little older and the other a little younger, my aunt and my cousin, and both were crazy for my cock.
I knew what I was doing for fall break.
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Office Mom
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Posted:Oct 28, 2017 8:54 am
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She may be nineteen years older than me, but she's still the hottest woman I've ever actually met in person. Her name is Janie, and her desk is about ten feet behind mine at work. She's short and petite, with fantastic legs and the most amazing ass I've ever seen. Her blonde hair really stands out, but it's far from the only thing about her that draws my attention to her. She truly is the total package, with an amazing personality on top of her stunning beauty.
My favorite part of the morning is when I hear the clicking of her high heels as she walks in, and walks right past my desk. We always say good morning, and usually add a little something else to our very brief morning conversation, and then I can watch her ass while she walks to her desk. My favorite part of the afternoon is when she is filing the orders in the row of file cabinets directly behind my desk. It's impossible to focus when she is bent over, showing her amazing ass off like the trophy it is. You might have guessed by now that I think she has the nicest ass I've ever seen.
This morning we were supposed to wear red for a big who was in town, but when she walked in she had on this amazing blue sun skirt. It looks like silk, and even flows over her thighs the same way silk would, but it doesn't feel like silk. Either way, she looks amazing in it, but it's not red at all.
"Good morning Janie. Do you have any red on at all?" I asked, actually surprised that she wasn't wearing any.
"Not that you can see," she replied, with a coy smirk on her face.
"Janie!" was all I could muster, in my complete disbelief. She had never before said anything like that to me, and it caught me completely off guard.
Her smirk turned into a big smile, and then she started laughing. I couldn't tell from her reaction if it slipped out, or if she said it on purpose and was flirting with me. I decided to play it safe, and assume she had slipped up. The last thing I wanted to do was have to explain to my wife why I got fired for sexual harassment. To make things even worse, her husband was a big intimidating guy. So, I felt it best to take the cautious road.
She went to her desk, and left me perplexed at mine. For the last few years we have been calling her the office mom, because she always tries to make everyone feel at home, while in the office. She brings breakfast frequently, and always makes sure I get first dibs. She's the one who organizes the happy hour get togethers. So, there I was suddenly and instantly picturing the smokin hot office mom in a red bra and red panties. Needless to say, I've had a hard time focusing on my work today.
About thirty minutes after she went back to her desk, I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to figure out if she was flirting with me or not. I came with the perfect plan to find out. I hopped up and walked over to her desk.
"When you said I couldn't see your red, did you mean at that moment, because it was covered up, leaving the possibility that I might be able to see it?" I asked, with a smile that I hoped would keep me out of HR.
When she turned to look at me she didn't return the smile right away, and looked like she might have been upset. Although by the time I finished my question she did try to cover it up with a smile.
"I'm sorry, it hasn't been a very good morning, and seems to be getting worse. I'm probably not going to be the most fun person to chit chat with right now," she replied. Still trying to force a smile. I couldn't tell if she was mad or sad, but she did look upset.
"Is there anything I can do? Anything at all? You do know that your happiness is vital for all our happiness, right? That's why you're the office mom. Although I'm fairly certain I've never pictured my actual mom in her red underwear," I said, hoping to lighten the mood a little.
It seemed to work, because her laugh sounded, looked and felt genuine. She had a big smile on her face, when she kind of squinted as if in deep thought about something.
"Thank you for that David, you're always so sweet," she said. Then she looked around, to make sure nobody else could see us, and used her index finger to motion for me to come closer. I took a few steps towards her, and then watched in pure amazement as she uncrossed her legs and lifted her skirt. I had a perfect view of her amazing tan legs, and sure enough, her bright red panties.
My eyes had to have been about to bulge out of their sockets, because I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Right when I started to lean in even closer, for an even better look, she pushed her skirt back down.
"Okay David, that was just to thank you for being so sweet. Now we both better get back to work. Thank you for trying to make my day better though," she said as she turned her chair back toward her desk.
I must have stood there for a whole minute in complete shock. My mind was racing, wondering about the possibilities of what just happened. Should I just go back to my desk? Should I tell her how infatuated I am with her? Hell, should I just go up to her and kiss her? She is nineteen years older than me, and we are both married, so it's crazy to think we could ever hook up. I decided to just go back to my desk, and try to figure out a way to focus on work.
Now it's 1:15pm, and I just returned from my desk, after sneaking off to the bathroom to jerk off. I don't usually do that at work, but someone had filled my mind with lust. I should be happy that it took three hours for the temptation to finally win over.
I turn towards my computer and I hear Janie's very familiar high heels on the tile floor. God damn that's my favorite sound, because I know I get to see her sexy legs in those heels. I turn to gawk at her, as usual, and notice she is carrying a box of papers. It looks a bit heavy, but she doesn't look like she is really struggling with it. Either way, I see an opportunity just to talk to her again.
"Can I help you with that box?" I ask. "It looks heavy."
"It's not that bad, I'm just heading to the shredder to blow off some steam," she answers.
"I insist," I say, reaching out to take the box from her.
"Thank you, but you really don't have to," she says, still letting me take the box though.
"You're going to shred so you can blow off some steam. Is everything okay?" I ask.
"No, everything is definitely not okay," she answers.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I ask.
"No David, but thank you," she answers.
The rest of the walk down the hall, and up the stairs, to the shredder room is quiet. I'm trying to think of anything that could have upset her this much. Is it because she didn't wear red today? That seems a little ridiculous to me. She steps ahead of me and opens the door. I walk past her and head to the shredder.
"Janie, it's really hard to see you upset like this. I just wish there was something I could do to help," I say. Then I lean to put the box down, and notice she is fighting back tears. I drop the box quickly and turn towards her. She steps toward me and wraps her arms around me. I pull her tight in hopes to show her comfort in our hug.
"I can't tell you why I'm upset, but I'm so grateful you're here," she says. She holds me tight, with her cheek just barely touching mine. There isn't anything sexual about our embrace, but I can't control my arousal anyway. She is hugging me so tight though, I'm sure she must be able to feel it.
She moved just her head back, and we look into each other's eyes. I want to kiss her so bad right now, and my eyes move to her lips and then back to her eyes. I see her eyes move to my lips, and I can't control myself anymore. I lean in and press my lips against hers, and I'm so relieved that she is returning the kiss.
Our lips are just pressed together for a few seconds, until I pull my lips back, hearing the familiar sound of a kiss as the lips part. Then I open my mouth just a little and press our lips together again. I pull her tighter towards me, pressing my growing arousal into her leg. I pull my lips away again, this time when my mouth meets hers, we both open our mouths, and our tongues slide across one another's. I can't believe I'm standing here kissing Janie like this. I've fantasized about this so many times over the years.
Her lipstick tastes good, but I can't make out what it tastes like. Perhaps it's lust flavored. We are sloppy kissing now, our tongues are dancing together. I feel her hands move from my back to my waist, and then to my belt. She unbuckles my belt, unbuttons my pants, and pulls my zipper down. I pull up her skirt, reach under, and pull her bright red panties down past her thighs. They fall to her ankles when I let them go, and she steps out of them at the same time I feel her fingers slide under my boxer briefs. She uses one to pull my underwear down, and I feel her fingers wrap around me growing erection and pull my member out of its clothed confines.
With my cock in her hand, she pulls her lips away from mine, and pauses a moment. She looks me right in my eyes, and slowly drops down to her knees. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she leans forward and pulls my cock to her mouth. I feel the amazing soft warm sensation of her wet mouth sliding over and around my mushroom head, and then down my shaft. I can't decide what I like more, the feeling of her mouth giving me a blowjob, or how sexy she is, looking me in the eyes while she does it.
She takes most of my length into her mouth in the first gulp, before pulling back out. As her lips slide back up my shaft, towards my mushroom head, she wraps her fingers around my shaft. She squeezes my cock just right, and expertly strokes my erection with her hand, following her fingers with her lips. The combination of her sucking just right with her mouth, and squeezing just right with her fingers is completely amazing. She is giving me by far the best blowjob I've ever had. Thankfully, I just jerked off about ten minutes ago, or I would have really had to fight to keep from filling her mouth with my cum.
Watching her suck my dick was glorious, and although I didn't want her to ever stop, I did want to taste her pussy something fierce. She had probably only been blowing me for a few minutes, but it seemed like an hour. It truly is heavenly, but it was time to please her now. I pulled my hips back, pulling my cock out of her mouth, and leaned down to help her up. As she stands up, she presses her lips to mine again. My first thought is that I'll taste my pre-cum on her lips, and I probably freaked out way more than I should have in my mind. All I taste is her lipstick still, thankfully.
While continuing to kiss, I guide her to the table next to the shredder, and help get her propped up on the edge. Then I reach behind her and unzip the back of her top, and pull it down. While she pulls her arms out, I admire her breasts in her bright red bra. They aren't big pornstar breasts, but she's a petite spinner, so I knew they wouldn't be. Although, they did appear to fill out the bra more than I expected. I reach back around, unstrap her bra, and pull the bra off her arms. My lips rush straight to her now bare breast, taking her nipple into my mouth. My hand massaging the other breast, while I lick and suck her nipple.
I alternate breasts a few times before dropping to my knees between her thighs. I rub each thigh with my hands, in complete disbelief that I'm kneeling here between her glorious legs looking directly at her holiest of holies. While I'm caught in the moment of staring at her pussy, her hand slides into view. My eyes move up to meet hers, and she has the sexiest look on her face. I'm in heaven between her thighs, watching her rub her own pussy. She leans her head back slightly, and opens her mouth wide, never taking her eyes off me.
I can't stand it any longer, so I take her hand in mine and gently pull it aside. With no hesitation my mouth completely covers her pussy. I lightly suck in while pressing my tongue against her pussy lips. I lick up to her clit, and set up shop there. My tongue sliding all over her clit. I lick and lick and lick. Licking slowly for a few seconds, and then licking it as fast as my tongue can possibly lick. I feel her fingers slide through my hair, and then she actually pulls my face towards her pussy. I slide two fingers inside her soaked pussy, and they quickly go to work on her g-spot.
"Oh my fucking god David! That's so good," she belts out. Much louder than she had been moaning.
While my fingers and tongue are moving as fast as they can, her whole body begins to shake. Her moans are so loud as her orgasm flows over her body. I feel her other hand behind my head now, and she is rubbing her pussy against my mouth through her entire orgasm. Damn my cock is rock hard now. I keep licking and she is squirming on the table, trying to catch her breath, but seems hesitant to ask me to stop. She is now leaning all the way back on the table, and her hips start to rise up and drop back down as her orgasm subsides.
"Oh David, I need to feel you inside me now," she says, pulling my head up.
I don't need to be told twice. I practically jump up, pulling her right leg up onto my left shoulder. I use my right hand to guide my erection into her dripping and waiting pussy. It slides all the way with ease, and she lets out a loud and long moan of pure pleasure. My hips start moving back and forth, pumping my thick long cock in and out of her pussy. Her leg looks so good propped up over my shoulder. My right hand starts rubbing the inner thigh of her left leg, and I realize just how fucking sexy she is, especially for a woman in her fifties.
I'm full on fucking her pussy as fast as my hips will let me. My left hand has a good grip on her right thigh, using it for leverage to fuck her faster. My right hand keeps alternating from her left thigh, to her breasts.
"Ohhh your pussy feels so good," I moan out.
"Yes... oh fuck me... oh nice and... oh hard, just like... mmm that," she almost yells out each word between moans.
I lean down while fucking her still, and press my lips to hers. Our tongues dance together again for a minute, forcing me to slow my hips a little. I pull my mouth away and pull my cock out at the same time. She sits up quickly, looking a little disappointed, but I want to watch her ass so bad. I lay on the floor, on my back, and she hops down off the table. Her skirt falling from her waist down to the floor. She steps out of the dress and over me, straddling my waist, and is about to squat down facing me.
"No, turn around. I need to watch your amazing ass," I say.
Without any objection she turns around and gives me a fantastic view as she squats down over my cock. With a knee on each side of me, she grabs my cock and lowers herself down onto it. Once again it slides into her pussy with ease. The view is simply amazing. My eyes start at her sexy high heel and work their way up her sexy shapely leg to her flawless ass. Watching that perfect ass bounce up and down over my cock is probably the sexiest sight these eyes have ever beheld. My eyes move up her back and I even notice the muscles in her arm. She doesn't have female body building muscles, but they kind of look like gymnast arms maybe.
My eyes caught a glimpse of her face, and I see that she's looking back over her right shoulder. She's watching my face while I take in all of her true sexiness, while she is riding my cock at a good pace. My hands move to her perfect ass, and I rub each cheek with my hands. I can't hold my own orgasm for much longer. Janie closes her eyes and throws her head back, and the twitch in her thighs tell me she's having another orgasm. This pushes me past the point of no return.
"Fuck, I'm cumming," I grunt out. I tried to give her enough warning, in case she wanted me to pull out.
My cum gushing out with my erection fully planted inside her pussy still. I thrust my hips up, forcing my cock into her pussy as deep as I can, as my cum fills her pussy. Her head still leaning back, she lets out a loud moan of pure ecstasy, getting louder with each gush of cum shooting out of my mushroom head. Her pussy squeezes tight around my cock, and she rises up slowly, squeezing ever drop of cum out of my shaft. I could see a large stream of cum rush out of her pussy, and down my shaft.
She settles back down, sitting on my cock, and then kicking her feet out as she leans back. Her back lands on in my chest, so I wrap my arms around her. She turns her head towards me, and I press my lips to hers. Kissing again for a few minutes while we catch our breath and gather our senses.
"Damn, Janie, that was the hottest sex I've ever had," I said.
"It was pretty amazing, wasn't it," she replied.
"I've wanted to do that for three years now. You've no idea how many times I've fantasized about that," I said.
"What, you think I haven't seen you stare at my ass all this time? Some days I walk by your desk, just because I know I'll have your attention. Wait, you've been calling me the office mom for three years. Does that make this weird?" she asked.
"Oh hell, I hadn't even thought about that. I think we just had office ," I said, laughing at my own joke. Fortunately, she laughed as well. Then she rolled off me, turned onto her side, and gave me another long passionate kiss.
"Okay, so, we can't do this again, for a number of reasons. I just wanted to thank you for being so sweet, and caring so much about me, but I think I might have let it get out of hand. I promise this wasn't my intention," she said. Kissing me long and hard again.
"I think you're absolutely right, we definitely shouldn't do this again. From now on, we should definitely go to one of our houses, or get a hotel room," I said with a laugh.
"You stop it, I'm being serious," she laughed. Hitting me in the shoulder playfully. One more long kiss. "We better get up, before someone walks in on us."
We both sit up, and started gathering her clothes. She looks so beautiful putting her panties on, and then her bra. Seeing her right now, in just her bright red bra and bright red panties, she looks exactly how I pictured her this morning when she started this whole ball a rollin. Pulling up my pants, I zip up and buckle up, and hand her dress to her. She puts it on, and turns her back to me, in a silent request for help. I grab the zipper, and slide it up the back. She turns around and we kiss again.
"I hope you were able to let some steam off in the shredder room. I'm gonna let you actually shred those papers now," I said with a smirk.
"That's definitely the most fun I've ever had in this room. So, do you think you'll be able to keep your hands to yourself now? We can't get too comfortable together, or we'll get caught," she said.
"Oh not a chance. You have no idea how often I've been tempted to grab your ass when you're filing. Now I know I'm gonna give into that ten temptation, until you tell me to stop of course. I do have another question though. Did you wear that sexy blue skirt today, just so I'd ask you if you had any red on?" I ask.
"Oh you're very good David," she answered.
She turns and picks up the box, to put it on the table, and of course gives me a great view of her ass. While checking out her ass, yet again, I notice a large white glob of cum sliding down her inner thigh. I swear I just felt my dick twitch again.
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A Chance Encounter
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Posted:Oct 6, 2017 2:50 pm
Last Updated:Oct 6, 2017 2:51 pm
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As Celia walked down the pathway to the dock, she scanned the boats in the marina for the name of the one she had chartered. She had needed a break from the pace of her corporate marketing job and her friends had suggested chartering a sailboat for a weekend getaway. At the last minute the other women had canceled due to sick , lack of childcare etc, but Cece, as her friends called her, had decided to go anyway.
Knowing little about sailing, but anxious for the peace and tranquility of the water and wind, she looked forward to the few nights away. “Blue Denim” was docked in among the other boats and was a beautiful sail boat that had clearly been well looked after. Cece called out to announce her arrival and after 3 attempts at “Hello!” a man emerged from below deck. Bruce, the captain, was unbelievably gorgeous and the color of his tanned face made his eyes sparkle brilliantly. They introduced themselves and Cece handed her bag to Bruce and climbed on board. As she straddled the rope to get onto the boat she felt his hand at her hip helping her on board. The touch of his hand sent shivers up her thighs and between her legs. It had been a while since a man of his form, strength and drop dead good looks, had touched her so gently. Cece had not expected the instant wetness in her bikini bottoms.
Bruce smiled and Cece felt her body temperature rise about 100 degrees. Who was this man who had this instant effect on her? After discussing the itinerary of the next few days, Bruce asked when the others would be arriving. Cece explained that it would only be her for the duration of the charter. Again, Bruce smiled and took her hand and led her below deck to give her the quick tour of where she could find things and which berth she would sleep in. Bruce went over some of the safety procedures of the boat and also the menu and cocktail list for the trip. Cece was a great cook and loved food, and while she was more than thrilled at the menu, that wasn’t entirely why she smiled all the while Bruce was talking. As she listened intently she could not help but notice Bruce’s thighs….strong and powerful and she ached to reach out and touch them.
The “galley” was small space for two people. The fridge but an icebox in the counter and the counter space just enough for one person to chop and prep food. As Bruce continued to talk, Cece could feel herself backing into the corner of the sink and the counter. Was she moving away from Bruce or was Bruce backing her up against the counter on purpose? He reached behind her to reach the latch for the fridge and as he did, his whole body pressed against her side. She could feel his breath on her shoulder and she tried to move to the side but felt paralyzed by the heat and weight of his stunning body.
He reached into the icebox and took out a bottle of champagne and asked her to reach up behind her and grab two glasses. As she did, her bathing suit top shifted and the excitement she felt was now evident from her hard, exposed nipple. Bruce leaned in very gently and kissed the side of her breast and with that, Cece gasped. She turned her body to face Bruce and without a word he leaned into her and removed the bikini top and took her stiff and hard nipple in his mouth. His lips and tongue were like nothing she had ever felt before and her hands magnetically began to run over his shoulders and down his tanned and toned torso. Cece’s head fell backward and she moaned very quietly but loud enough that Bruce knew that if he continued to suck her nipples she may come….but it was too early for that.
Bruce put his hands around Cece’s waist and slowly removed her bikini bottoms and let them fall to the floor of the galley. He picked her up and sat her on the tiny counter and gently spread her legs apart. She was now totally exposed to this man she had known for less than an hour and had never felt more excited or vulnerable in her life – it was magic. The lips of her pussy were throbbing and she could feel the heat and wet oozing out of her. Bruce’s fingers played gently with her clit as she leaned back on both her hands to balance herself and spread her legs wider. There was no talking, Bruce knew exactly what she wanted and needed and she allowed him to have complete control over her.
He took her one hand and firmly placed it on his shorts so she could feel his rock hard cock begging for her. His shorts fell down over his fucking gorgeous thighs and as he bent down to remove them; his tongue found Cece’s soaking wet pussy. Cece cried out in ecstasy and Bruce gently, carefully used the tip of his tongue to tease her clit until he could sense that she might come and then he stopped. He picked Cece up off of the counter, wrapping her legs around his waist, taking her nipple back in his mouth and feeling very carefully for her so that he could push his throbbing cock inside her with one smooth, wet push and it would go so deep that she would cry out again.
Bruce took his lips off of her nipple and pressed them against her ear and very quietly said: “Do you want me to fuck you, Cece?” Cece did not have to answer, her body said everything. She pushed herself against him so he could feel how wet she was and with that he knew that he could have her anyway he wanted. He let her down from around his waist, she reached down to stroke his thighs and he firmly turned her around. Her hands on the counter, her ass bare and soft. Bruce couldn’t resist spanking her. One good, hard smack and she felt everything drip down the inside of her leg.
Bruce bent her over and used his hands to spread her legs wide apart and while there was not much space to move around, his rock hard cock found its way inside her. The harder and deeper he pushed, the more she moaned and begged. Bruce could feel himself ready to explode and began to push faster and harder and told Cece to take her fingers and rub her clit – he wanted them to come together. She did as the Captain told her and touched herself and felt so fucking incredible. She had no control, she was going to come and she whispered to Bruce that she was ready…..
“Not yet,” he said. He pushed so deep into her that she was certain that they had become one person.
Cece called his name loudly and as soon as she did he said he was going to come. Together they yelled and moaned and their bodies vibrated; the come that emerged from both of them was enough to make a puddle on the floor. Cece’s knees buckled, she could barely breathe. Bruce turned her around and lifted her back up onto the counter. He got down on his knees and looked up at her and said, “The Captain needs to keep things clean and tidy, allow me to clean you up and get you ready to set sail.” And with that, he let his tongue gently tidy her up. Cece reached beside her and while she was being looked after, she popped the cork on the champagne. They needed to celebrate the adventure that awaited them over the next few days…..toast what more this chance encounter may bring them.
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Summer
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Posted:Sep 4, 2017 7:33 am
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It had been an interesting summer, but now it was over. I had come down here to teach a couple of courses at the college and had stayed in the home of old friends, Bob and Mary Kane, who were spending their summer in Europe. It was a big old house, rather secluded, on the edge of town, with a nice, enclosed indoor swimming pool that Bob and Mary had wanted me to keep up while they were away. They would be back in a couple of days and I was about to pack up my things to return to my regular teaching job in Chicago.
My courses had been full of bright young teens, more than half of them sexy girls that made my cock get hard just looking at them. They all wanted ‘A’s, of course, so they flirted a lot and I admit that I did little to discourage them. There were two 19-year olds, however, that particularly came on to me. Coincidentally, they both went by the name of Sue, although actually one was Suzanne and the other Susan. Suzanne especially had gone out of her way to get close to me this summer. This was all the more surprising since she was engaged to be married and the wedding was to be right after the summer session was over in August. She would run into me in places like the library stacks and rub her lovely body against mine as she smiled seductively. I was aware that my behavior was unethical, but I couldn’t help but respond by running my hand along her ass or “accidentally” rubbing a hand over her small but firm breasts. My cock would be huge on such occasions and she would look at my crotch bulge and grin as if to say, “I want to suck that!”
Then one day she stopped by my office, closing the door behind her and coming right around behind my desk and plopping herself down on my lap. “I’ll do anything for an ‘A’,” she declared.
I smiled at her and said, “Try studying harder.” Her response to that was to throw her arms around me and kiss me, her tongue darting between my lips and running along my teeth and then shooting in and out as if to fuck my mouth. I could not resist this assault. She felt wonderful as my hands roamed over her lithe body, pinching her tits and her ass as she continued to tongue fuck my mouth. I returned the pleasure, pushing my own tongue deep into her mouth in a kiss that lasted and lasted and lasted.
When finally our mouths separated she looked deeply into my eyes and said, “I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I saw you.” Then, without blinking an eye, she slid off my lap and onto the floor between my legs, as her fingers deftly found the fly on my trousers and ripped it open, allowing my swollen, stiff cock to spring out before her face. Her mouth opened wide and closed over my cockhead, her tongue swirling around it and bringing it quickly to even greater erection. Her fingers found my balls and caressed them gently as her mouth and tongue fucked my cock. It felt so wonderful; I was totally aroused, and my hands closed over her head as I shoved my cock forward, fucking her mouth until I came. I finger fucked her ears and moaned with ecstasy as my cock rose to orgasm and finally spurted its creamy cum into her throat and all over her face in an burst of orgasmic energy that completely overcame me as I shuddered in ecstasy and fulfillment.
As she rose from the floor my fingers found her their way under her skirt and inside of her panties to her pussy and I began to finger fuck her, two fingers in her cunt and my thumb massaging her clit. She pressed her cum-covered face against mine and kissed me again as she moaned with pleasure until she herself enjoyed orgasm from my finger fucking.
She conquered me completely this summer. There were other sessions in my office, and it became increasingly obvious to anyone who cared to notice that there was something going on between us. We would sometimes have lunch together. We would walk around the campus together, often touching each other intimately. I was became carelessly indiscreet and my hands would stroll over her ass or tits in public. The first time I fucked her was in the back of my car when we parked one night in the cemetery overlooking the town. Eventually, she began to come to my house at night for skinny dipping in the pool and some really wonderful sex. Her fiancé, a young instructor in the Chemistry Department, was the only one who seemed to be oblivious to our affair. One of my colleagues in the English department made a point of telling me that I should be more discreet. I didn’t really pay much attention. Suzanne told me she was just having one last fling and just wanted me to teach her everything I knew about sex so she would be ready for her marriage. I knew I was wrong to carry on like this with a student, but she was just too good to leave alone. Basically, she had me by the pecker and I was loving it.
Susan meanwhile (the other Sue) also paid more than average attention to me during the summer session, although she was not nearly so explicit or forward as Suzanne. She had a beautiful body, better stacked than Suzanne’s, with large firm breasts and a tight sexy ass that wiggled oh-so-seductively when she walked. She didn’t hesitate to tell me on several occasions that she though I was too friendly with the other Sue and that I should pay more attention to my other students, too. But I never had any sexual relationship with Susan during the session, beyond exchanging some suggestive glances and being fairly obvious that I was sometimes undressing her in my mind as my eyes grazed over her body.
With the session over, Suzanne got married the day after the session ended. I wasn’t invited to the wedding, not surprisingly. The newlyweds, I knew, were off to Hawaii for their honeymoon. Early the next evening, after supper, as I was beginning to pack up my things, the telephone rang and it was Susan. She said she wanted to speak to me and would it be OK if she came by the house in a little while. I was puzzled as to what she might want--perhaps a letter of recommendation or something–but I thought it might be pleasant to have her there for awhile, so I quickly said, “Sure, c’mon over,” and gave her directions. After we hung up, I had some second thoughts, thinking she might want to debate her grade or something unpleasant. I had given her a ‘B,’ which she deserved, but Suzanne had received ab ‘A.’ She was a very bright student and had earned that quite apart from her sexual favors.
Sue arrived about fifteen minutes later, dressed elegantly in high heels, stockings, and a black silk blouse and skirt that enhanced her figure and caused the blood to surge into my penis as soon as I laid eyes on her. I felt a little under dressed in my khaki shorts and tee shirt. We came into the living room and I asked her to sit down. The subtle, vanilla fragrance of her perfume aroused my nostrils and made me think about getting her clothes off and eating her cunt. She chose a large armchair and I asked her if she would like something to drink, saying I was going to have a beer. She rejected the offer of a beer, but said she’d like iced tea or a diet coke instead. As I went to the kitchen for the drinks she kicked off her shoes and curled her legs up under her in the armchair, as if, I thought, she planned to stay awhile.
I returned in a moment and after taking a pull on my beer asked her what she wanted to talk to me about. She seemed rather nervous and wiggled around in her chair quite a bit, as she began to talk about the course, how much she enjoyed it, and whether I might be teaching at the college again soon. She said she would be graduating this coming year anyway so she might not be here when I came back. I got the impression that she was beating around the bush, hesitant to get to the point. Or perhaps she was simply waiting for me to take the lead.
I tried to put her at ease, telling her that I thought she had done well in the course and that it was a very pleasant place to teach, and how much I had enjoyed knowing her, etc. She kept moving around as we chatted and eventually moved off the armchair and onto the floor, her long beautiful legs stretching out before her seductively. She was sitting with her back against the sofa on which I was seated, her long black curls flowing over her neck and onto the seat next to me. I instinctively reached out and put my hand behind her head and caressed the back of her neck beneath her locks.
“Oh, that feels good,” she said, “you can rub my back, too.”
I complied and as she obviously enjoyed it she began to chat more openly and particularly began to ask me about my relationship with Suzanne.
“You were having sex with her, weren’t you?” she eventually asked me.
I was noncommital, essentially telling her it wasn’t any of her business.
“But you could get in a lot of trouble fucking your students, you know,” she declared.
“What makes you think I was fucking Suzanne? She as about to get married, you know.” I queried, somewhat amused now.
“I think it was pretty obvious, “ she retorted.
She had shifted her body again and now lay face down on the carpet. I lowered myself to sit beside her on the floor while I continued to rub her back, my hands roaming closer and closer to her lovely ass. She didn’t object when one of them stroked over one of her ass cheeks, pinching it ever so slightly.
“Do you want me to fuck you? Is that why you came here tonight?” I boldly asked her now.
“Is that what you want to do?” she replied after some hesitation.
“Well, I’ll bet you would be a pretty good fuck.”
“As good as Sue?” she asked cattily.
I smiled as I began to rub her ass more purposefully. “Maybe better, who knows?”
Suddenly she sat up and said, “I don’t think we’d better go there, professor.”
“You can call me Ted. Our class is over.” She appeared to have rejected the sex idea absolutely, although I couldn’t be sure. God, she was lovely to look at. I thought of a new approach. “Would you like to go for a swim? The Kanes have a nice indoor pool in the back.”
She thought for a moment, and then said, “Sounds like fun, but I didn’t bring my bikini.” And then, after a moment’s hesitation, “Perhaps Mrs. Kane has one here I could use.”
“I don’t think we’d better paw through Mrs. Kane’s clothing, Sue, but don’t worry, we can skinny dip.” As I said that I stood up and offered her my hand for her to rise as well. “That’s what I always do here anyway, and I’m going to do it now, whether you come or not.” I didn’t give her a chance to protest. Instead I walked toward back through the dining area and through the kitchen to the door to the pool.
“Now wait a minute. . . ,” I heard her say, but she followed me out onto the deck around the pool. I was already barefoot and now pulled my tee shirt up over my head. Without further hesitation I unbuckled my shorts and let them fall to the deck, revealing a huge erection within my jockey shorts.
There was no turning back for me now, so I quickly stepped out of the jockeys and moved to the edge of the pool, turning back towards her just briefly so that she could see my stiff sex pistol jutting straight outward from my crotch. I then plunged into the pool and when I surfaced I called to her, “Come on in, the water’s lovely!”
She looked perplexed and it was easy to tell she was struggling with her decision. Then she shrugged heavily and smiled broadly, saying “Oh, why not?” She fumbled with the buttons on her blouse and as it fell open she looked up and shouted to me, “Don’t look! Turn around.”
I reluctantly complied, diving under the water and skimming below the surface to the other side of the pool. Coming up there, I cheated and peeked a look back and saw that she had sat down on a bench alongside the pool. Her blouse and skirt were gone and she was removing her pantyhose. Then only her bra and panties were left. She looked up again and I quickly plunged beneath the water. Before I surfaced her long silhouette knifed into the water and amid churning water and bubbles her long creamy shape passed near me. My head popped above the surface to see her a few feet away, treading water, her angelic face framed between her long jet black locks of hair. Her eyes twinkled at me as she turned and swam away from me, but I quickly overtook her and ran my fingers along the length of her silky body. We swam and splashed about for several minutes, touching and feeling each other playfully. Our bodies rubbed against each other more often until in 5 feet of water we found ourselves with Sue against the side of the pool and myself directly in front of her, my body pressing against her, my hard cock upright against her belly. My fingers clutched at her ass, then roved upward along her ribs to her breasts. I pinched a nipple in each hand. She didn’t resist. Instead her head turned upward to my face and our lips met in a long, wet kiss, as our tongues played with each other and explored the space between our lips and teeth. As I kneaded her hard, stiff nipples I could feel her pelvis push toward me, wanting me, wanting my hard, stiff penis inside of her.
My hands dropped once more to her buttocks and I lifted her easily in the water. Her tits rose above the surface and my mouth closed over one of them hungrily. I sucked and chewed on her nipple and could feel her soft moaning with pleasure at the sensation it gave her. She was mine. With a hand beneath each ass cheek I lifted her higher, until the head of my hard, stiff cock found its way against her pussy. Now I lowered her gently as her cunt welcomed the penetration of my cock into its warm, sleek passage. Her legs spread and wrapped around my torso as the cockhead slid easily into her hot love tunnel, well-lubricated with her passion juice.
Yet almost immediately my penis went no further, stopped, I realized, by her hymen. I was about to pop her cherry and a new wave of excitement churned through my body. My cock throbbed with new hardness. I held her firmly by her ass cheeks and now pulled her down sharply as I rammed my steel-stiff cock upward . She screamed out in obvious pain, but then my cock surged upward as her pussy slipped down around it.
“Are you alright, baby?” I asked her.
Her face had contorted with the pain, but now changed to a manifestation of pleasure. “Yes, I’m fine. It hurt just for a moment.” She continued to slide down around my long, hard shaft until it had fully penetrated her tight cunt. It felt magnificent, the vaginal walls massaging my cock as I began to rock her up and down with waves of pleasure accompanying each stroke of my penis. It slid easily within her cunt. Her head fell back as she moaned and pressed her cunt against me. I continued to lift and drop her over my cock, as we fucked with the rhythm of the water as it splashed against us.
“Oh, Gawd, this is wonderful. Fuck me, fuck me. I love this,” Sue panted in rapture. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Keep fucking me forever.”
“Oooooooooooooooooooooh,” she moaned, and I could feel her cunt grow warmer and wetter, her vaginal muscles contracting as she began her orgasm. My own balls were tingling and I could feel the jism surging up into my hard shift. We came together as my semen spurted in waves up into her abdomen. She seemed to faint, becoming totally silent and with a far away look on her face for a long time until finally we separated and she opened her eyes and smiled. “That was divine,” she said.
“Yes, it was,” was all I could reply. A few drops of cum and blood floated on the surface, proof that it had not been a dream. We embraced again, then swam easily around the pool for awhile, cooling down after our passionate copulation.
We climbed out of the pool. She exhibited no modesty now as she displayed her dripping body in all its loveliness. “I want more of that,” she said coquettishly. I pulled a towel from a shelf and flipped it to her as I grabbed one myself and began to dry off.
“Its bedtime,” I said.
Moments later I was in the bedroom waiting for young Sue to emerge from the bathroom. I could hear the hair dryer blowing and guessed it might take her awhile to dry all that hair on her head. I was still contemplating what might occur next, my thoughts keeping my cock strong and erect, when the bathroom door finally opened and Sue emerged naked and dry. She hopped onto the bed with me on all fours and immediately focused on my rigid cock. “I want to suck your cock,” she said unashamedly.
I lay on my back and caressed her head as she lowered it over my shaft, first running her tongue around the ring of my cockhead and then slowly up and down each side of the pink and purple rod. I spread my legs wide to give her full access to my balls as her tongue lathered over them and brought my cock up to a new plateau of stiffness. He mouth opened and she swallowed my cock, deep into her throat with more expertise than I would have expected from a virgin. As her mouth and tongue fucked my cock, my fingers roamed over her body, pinching her nipples, then finding her pussy. My thumb dipped into wet, pink tunnel, while my longest finger probed her rectum. I squeezed both fingers together and finger fucked both her ass and her cunt at the same time. Her cocksucking skill was phenomenal, and her own excitement seemed to grow with each stroke. She told me later that she had learned a lot by reading the stories on sexstoriespost.com. She moved her body to straddle me in 69 fashion and I eagerly licked and penetrated her cunt with my tongue, while still keeping my fingers there and in her asshole. My tongue found her swollen clitoris and I sucked it between my teeth, licking it feverishly with my tongue and feeling the tiny squirts of her sweet juice in my mouth. Once again we came together, as she deftly swallowed my cum that surged into her mouth and throat.
My cock had shriveled to half its erect size, but it now rose again as Sue begged me to fuck her again. How could I refuse this lusty nymph. I pulled her ass up on her knees at the edge of the bed and stood beside it as I guided my again-erect cock into her pussy, doggie style. Her cunt was still tight, but wonderfully warm and slippery and I rammed it deep into her body as she pushed her ass back against me. Her head was face down on the bed, covered with her thick black hair, and with my cock firmly implanted in her cunt I reached forward with my fingers to massage her nipples as I stroked my cock in and out of her cunt. There was no hurry now. I moved it in and out very slowly, savoring every centimeter of friction between my massive cock and her tight cunt muscles. The pleasure was exquisite for me, and she moaned with rapture as each stroke brought her pleasures she had never known before. In time, however, my own excitement grew again and I picked up the pace, stroking her faster and harder, the electricity in my cock rippling back through my whole body in wonderful shudders of sensation. The jism was boiling again in my balls and I knew I would soon cum again, squirting my creamy semen into this lovely creature. She, too, became more excited, demanding more and more. “OH YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME. DON’T STOP, KEEP IT UP, MORE, MORE,” she screamed. “Oh Gawd, I’ve died and gone to heaven!,” she screamed. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming again. Keep on fucking me. Don’t stop. DON’T EVER STOP!” Then her whole body went as rigid as my cock and I felt her cumming again, her hot juices flooding over my cumming cock.
I was overcome with passion for this woman. I withdrew my limp cock, glistening with our love juices, and pressed my mouth hard against her pussy, fucking her again with my tongue and sucking our juices from her cunt. The taste and fragrance of her pussy simply made me horny again, turning me on to want more and more of her body. Finally I pulled my mouth away from her cunt and rolled her over on her back. My cock had hardened again and I rammed it into her cunt, pulling her legs up over my shoulders as I pumped her hard in a frenzy of sexual energy that did not stop until we had cum again.
Exhausted, I rolled over on my back and lay beside her. She turned and kissed my face all over, her tongue licking me and caressing my ears, my nose, my neck and then nibbling on the nipples on my hairy chest. Her hand found my cock and caressed it back into a new erection. She straddled me and lowered her pussy down onto the stiff shaft. In this position my cock reached deep, deep into her cunt and she rocked up and down stimulating new energy in my loins. I thrust my pelvis upward in harmony with her own rhythmic rocking on my cock. I wasn’t sure I could cum again, but the sight of this beautiful girl riding my cock reinvigorated my balls and I could feel the sensitive vibrations in my cockhead that signaled the approaching jism. Once more I exploded as she enjoyed yet another orgasm before we collapsed together on the bed.
At some point I fell asleep. When I awoke she was gone. And my summer of Sues had ended.
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An Elevator Story
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Posted:Aug 2, 2017 7:02 am
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I was in the lobby, waiting for the elevator in the hotel I was staying at, across the street from the convention center, where I was taking part in a few seminars.
The convention center was packed this weekend. They had 3 different conventions going on at the same time in different parts of the center and a lot of people were staying at this hotel. There were a lot of people waiting for the elevators.
When the elevator finally came down and opened up there was a rush of people and we all piled into the elevator, crowding the small car to capacity.
I worked my way to the back corner and stood against the wall.
Everyone in the car was squeezing up against each other.
A few were pushed back against me and I tried to ignore it.
It wouldn't last more than a few minutes and I was probably going to be one of the last to get out. I had a suite near the top floors.
Normally, I wouldn't have gotten more than just the smallest and least expensive room, being just me, but being part of the convention seminars meant the company was putting me up, and this was all the hotel had available. Nice.
That's when I noticed the woman in front of me was pushed back against me with a lot of pressure. It was crowded, but I didn't think it was that crowded.
I also noticed her perfume.
It was very light and somehow familiar.
Very light perfume mixed with the smell of freshly washed hair.
She had gorgeous hair. Silky looking and natural.
It wasn't moussed or sprayed to death.
If it had been colored, it was done just right.
It was right under my nose.
The light scent of her was intoxicating.
I noticed she was still pressing back against me.
Her backside fit against me with an intimacy I was sure wasn't accidental.
She was nicely figured and had a mature sexiness that I found hard to ignore.
Something was familiar about this, but I couldn't quite figure it out.
People were getting off and coming on and the car wasn't exactly emptying out as much as I had thought it would.
That's OK, I thought, she was still pressing back against me and hadn't made any attempt to move forward.
I was beginning to enjoy the feeling of her against me when I felt her hand reach back and squeeze the side of my thigh.
Now I knew she wanted my attention, and she had it.
I still hadn't seen her face and I was trying to remember if there had been anyone during the day that I may have made eye contact with and maybe flirted with.
Harmless, but you do it anyway at these things.
I couldn't remember any of that happening.
It had been a very busy day.
No one could see what she was doing, but it was doing a real job on my self-control.
With her hand firmly squeezing along my thigh and the feel of her backside pressing against me, I was beginning to respond in what could become very embarrassing should she decide to move away from me and leave me exposed with a very obvious reaction.
I decided to see if this was a tease or something else.
I moved my hand up and placed it on her hip, just inside the arm that was behind her squeezing my leg.
I squeezed her waist just at the point it became her hip and was rewarded with more pressure against me.
Nice waist, soft and firm.
Her butt was driving me crazy. So was her back.
It was a strong back, with the wideness that promised a generous abundance of breast.
This was driving me crazy.
And it was so familiar.
I was sure I knew this woman who was causing a reaction in me that I hadn't felt since....
The elevator door opened then and more than half of the people got off.
That's when I noticed she had been holding a large poster in front of her, in effect, hiding us from what we had been doing.
I put both hands on her hips and squeezed as I pulled her back against me with no resistance. I ran my hands down her hips to her thighs and softly stroked my fingers across her beautifully round behind.
Damn! What a nice butt!
I was so engrossed in the sexy roundness of her bottom that I didn't notice we were now alone on the elevator car as it stopped at my floor.
That's when she stepped toward the door pulling me with her.
I was mesmerized and completely at her whim.
Pulling me off the elevator she turned around and kissed me with a passion that brought back a forgotten youth like a slap in the face.
I did know her!
"Hello, Farmboy," she said softly.
"Hello Hotstuff," I said even softer.
She felt good. I felt like a nuclear furnace.
I was afraid to let go of her.
She wasn't letting go of me either.
"Let's get out of this hall. We've got some catching up to do."
We went into my suite and closed the door behind us.
This had all taken place in the four minutes it took for the elevator car to stop and go up 26 stories!
Once inside my suite, we stood inside the door, holding each other tightly.
I don't think either one of us wanted to let go of the other one.
It had been a very long time, and the feel of her body against mine and the tight squeeze of her arms around me felt like the two missing pieces of a puzzle finally put together.
We kissed as if it were the last time we would ever kiss anybody.
Her lips felt amazing. Soft, demanding, compliant.
Our tongues touched, dancing against each other, exploring, creating a growing excitement that demanded more.
I held her tight against me. My arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her tight against me. My hands slid down and I grabbed her butt cheeks and squeezed, kneading and stroking, pulling her against my thigh, which was tense and hard against her crotch.
I could feel the heat from her as she wrapped her legs around my leg and ground her pelvis against my thigh.
We were both getting worked up. Her soft full breasts were pressed tight against my chest. I could feel her nipples through her blouse touching me.
My squeezing and lifting of her soft round ass cheeks and her riding my leg were having the effect we both wanted.
We were both approaching the point of no return.
I started to ask her, "How did..." and she stopped me with "After..".
Good, because the only thing I wanted to do was touch her.
Everywhere. With my fingers, my tongue, my eyes, my lips, my skin.
I wanted to touch her everywhere.
I wanted to touch her in places and ways that no one else had.
I wanted her to feel that touch afterward no matter where she was, no matter when.
I wanted to feel her body and make her feel this sexual excitement for as long as she wanted it. I wanted to feel it too.
It had been a very long time since I had felt this and I was hoping it was the same for her.
I could have been wrong, but it didn't feel that way.
I was burning up, being enflamed by feelings that been hidden away for a long time.
Sure, after we had gone down our separate paths I had relationships that had been hot and heavy, my own marriage had started out like that. But time and the stresses of life had dulled some of that. I'm sure she had gone through some of that too.
Plus, there were some things you could do with one partner that you could never do with another. Different inhibitions, different turn-ons, different wants and needs. Different levels of trust.
Our breathing was getting very heavy.
She was almost there, rubbing my leg and holding me tight.
Our lips and tongues hadn't separated since we came into the room.
I reached around even more and slid my hand up between her open thighs, gripping her ass cheek right where it became her hot center.
I squeezed and pressed firmly against her hot mound from behind, feeling the moist heat and putting pressure with my finger tips against her anus, feeling even more heat.
Her thighs clamped around my leg were strong and she was beginning to tense up, her hips were starting to jerk in short movements as she finally reached the point of no return.
She held me even closer as a low moan escaped from deep inside her as she gave in to the orgasm that went through her entire body.
She kept whispering my name in my ear over and over.
God, that turned me on to hear her voice in my ear!
The feeling of her pressed against me shaking and trembling made my desire for her even stronger.
Her breathing was heavy and her arms were still around my neck as I picked her up and carried her over to the couch.
Placing her on the couch I started to remove her jacket and blouse.
She was doing the same to me.
She pulled my shirt off and ran her hands through my chest hair, rubbing her hands over the muscles in my chest and arms, squeezing and touching.
I could feel the difference in the way she was touching me.
When we were younger, our touching had been intimate, naïve, exploring sexual boundaries.
Now both of us were exploring each other with the accumulated experiences of other relationships, job experiences, and family responsibilities.
All that did was return more complete information about each other to our overloaded senses.
The need to know more was driving us both to explore this chance meeting as far as we could carefully take it.
Both of us wanted more.
I could feel the tremor go though her when I stroked my finger-tips around and over and across her full round breasts. Cupping and squeezing them, I rubbed the taut nipples between my fingers and thumbs, making them stand out even more with the attention they were getting.
I bent down to lick and suck on her nipples as I squeezed her ample tits and marveled at how beautiful they were. She caught her breath very time I nipped her nipples with my teeth, making them very stiff.
She had managed to get my belt undone and pushed my pants down by this time.
Her hands we touching and stroking my stomach muscles, squeezing my ribs and finally wrapped around my hardness.
It was amazing how warm her hands were. How just simply touching me made me so hard that it felt like I was bigger than ever.
She was stroking me with a knowing firmness that was sending shock waves through me.
My breathing was getting heavier as she slowly stroked my hard cock with both hands, making me want more.
She sat down on the couch and leaned back, lifting her hips as I pulled her pants down off her hips, off her smooth thighs, and off her legs completely.
She was still one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.
She was sexy in that coquettish way young women are, but with that tinge of mature sexiness that I had found as I grew older made an older woman even more desirable and giving.
I also noticed something else.
She was bare. No hair anywhere except her head.
I wanted to touch and explore every inch of that bare skin.
I wanted to immediately go down on her and taste her.
It was obvious she was very wet, and the sight of her was driving me crazy.
"My turn," she said, as she pulled my hardness to her mouth and kissed the blood engorged head. She held me against her check, feeling the heat and the length.
I ran my hands through her hair.
That soft beautiful hair.
She started licking the length of me, causing even more pressure to build up.
She then slowly started to suck on me, slowly taking more of me into her hot, wet mouth, running her tongue back and forth under the tip as she tried to take as much of me as she could into her mouth. I could feel my entire length being engulfed as she deep-throated me. Damn! I didn't think I could hold back. I wanted to cum. Hard.
I pulled her away and pushed her back on the couch.
I knelt down and grabbing her ankles, lifted her legs over my shoulders, spreading her thighs.
I went down on her slowly.
Kissing and softly sucking on the inner part of her thighs, working my way closer to the swollen lips of her bare pussy, glistening with the wetness of her earlier orgasm.
I wanted to give her more.
Her scent was intoxicating and turned me on even more than I thought I could be at this point.
I kissed her mound, cupping her ass cheeks in my hands.
She lifted herself up, offering more. I took it.
I started licking up and down the smooth skin of her pussy lips as she held my head with her hands. She was hot, her lips were swollen and sensitive.
As I licked up and down and closer to her clit, her hips started to rock back and forth more.
I started to focus my attention on her hot swollen clit, pushing the button with my tongue, making it as hard and stiff as my swollen cock.
Finally, I started to suck as hard as I could on her clit, holding it gently between my teeth, not letting it go, flicking my tongue back and forth over it as I sucked.
She was arching her back and pushing my head down even harder on her overheated cunt. Her breathing was becoming short and ragged.
I was enjoying her smell, the taste of her, the feel of her skin, everything.
I could feel her start to cum as her hips started to jerk and spasm against my lips and tongue.
She was breathing hard as she sat up and pulled me to her, guiding my extremely hard cock to her wet pussy lips.
As soon as she had my cock head in her she reached around and, grabbing my butt, pulled me into her in one long stroke.
God, it felt amazing.
She was super wet and very hot.
The way she squeezed my cock with her cunt mean't I wouldn't last long enough at this rate. And I wanted to last a very long time.
"Oh yeah! That's it. Fuck me, Farm Boy, give it to me!" she breathed as I stroked in and out of her hot wetness.
The sight of my hard thick cock going in and out of her bare pussy lips and the strong grip she had on me was starting to get to me.
She sensed the tightening in my body and decided to change positions in order to prolong my ability to stay hard.
She pulled me over to the couch and made me sit back while she climbed back up on top and grabbing my hard slick cock, slid back down on me, taking me all the way into her hot wetness.
"Oh my god!' we both said at the same time.
We were both holding each other tight.
Her beautiful tits were right in my face, and I startled to suck and lick the nipples hard, making them thick and stiff from the added attention.
She was moving hard on my cock, feeling all of it inside, her hot wet pussy squeezing the length, really grinding down.
I was squeezing her ass with one hand while the other held her waist.
I started stroking her pussy from behind with my middle finger, rubbing the wetness from her pussy across the sensitive area between her cock stuffed pussy and her anus.
"More" she breathed heavily in my ear as she pushed down harder on my thick thrusting cock and back on my rubbing finger.
I started rubbing her anus with my wet finger tip.
Her breathing got heavier the more I rubbed her ass.
The more I focused on her ass, the less I wanted to cum.
I was still hard as a rock, just distracted enough to stay with her for this ride.
I decided it was time to fuck her in both holes at the same time.
I pushed my wet middle finger into her anus, feeling her tighten up and then push back even more to get my finger deeper.
"OH, oh, yesss! That's it. Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried softly into my ear.
I thought of something else I could do that might stimulate her even more.
I reached back with my free hand and gave her exposed ass a hard stinging slap!
"Oh yes! Yes!" she cried out as she started her amazing orgasm.
The extra stimulation took both of us over the edge as we both came strongly in and on each other.
We were both breathing like we'd run a marathon, but we weren't moving from each other.
Not yet.
"Wow!" I said into her ear.
"Oh yeah. Wow!" she said, catching her breath.
"Want more, or do you want to rest a little?" I asked.
"I think we should take a shower and go from there" she said.
"OK," I said, "but don't bend over in there, or I'll have to take advantage of your position."
"Is that a promise?" she asked.
Oooo, this was different.
"That's a promise." I said.
The night was only half over.
We slowly got up from the couch, she held my hand as we went to the bathroom to take our shower.
The water was hot.
We both liked long hot showers.
I enjoyed the feel of her body and the feel of her hands on mine as we soaped each other up.
I especially enjoyed rubbing her back, her shoulders and neck.
Slowly squeezing my soapy hands up and down her backside.
I especially enjoyed the feel of her soft, round ass cheeks in my cupped hands as we held each other, slippery with soap and hot water.
Her hands were sliding up and down my body.
We were exploring and touching each other the same way.
Kissing her in the shower and feeling her soapy body against mine was exhilarating.
Showering off the soap made our skin stick to each other without sliding.
It was intoxicating to feel her after all the time that had passed.
(She didn't bend over in the shower, in case you were wondering.)
"Just for the record, Farm Boy, that hurt," she said.
"I apologize," I said. "Can I kiss it and make it better?"
"Maybe," she said, smiling.
I loved to see her smile. God, she was beautiful!
I toweled her off and we went into the bedroom and laid on the bed, propping ourselves against the headboard.
She was leaning against my chest, laying on me with her legs wrapped over my legs.
She rubbed my chest as I rubbed her neck, shoulders and back, every once in a while sliding my hand down to rub slowly between her round cheeks.
It was exciting and relaxing at the same, as if we had always been like this.
She tentatively rubbed my now soft but still full cock as we talked about our lives.
We talked about her , her professional life, my professional life, and the places we'd been. We only surreptitiously talked about our marriages, as if that would intrude and take away this time together, knowing we would have to go back to our lives all too soon.
We talked for what seemed hours, but wasn't even as long as the forceful sex we had had earlier. We talked as if it were just yesterday, as if no time had passed.
Now we wanted to just be with each other for the short period of time that was left to us. She was going to be here for a few more days, I was supposed to be leaving later in the morning and I couldn't change the flight.
I was sort of singing a piece of a song I knew when she asked me what it was.
I told her I would send it to her so she could hear the whole thing and let me know what she thought.
Our absent-minded touching had energized both of us to the point where she had decided it was time for more intimate contact.
She kissed my chest and slowly worked her way down to my now recharged hardness, licking and softly sucking my length.
My pulse was pounding, she was driving me crazy with her biting and sucking.
I started to rub her wet lips from behind, my hand between her thighs, trapped by her soft, still tender cheeks.
We were both squirming and maneuvering each other to give ourselves the maximum stimulation we could without pushing the other one too soon over the edge.
I was slowly rubbing and lightly slapping her swollen lips and the stiff button that was demanding my attention, while squeezing one of her large full breasts and lightly twisting the excited nipple. My hand would remember the feel of that breast for a long time.
She had been sucking me and rubbing her hands all over my cock and balls, making me harder and ready for her.
I could feel her mounting frustration as she finally twisted around and climbed on top, slowly sliding down on my hardness.
I could hear her breath as she slowly exhaled while impaling herself on my hardness.
It was amazing torture as she rocked up and down on my hardness, grinding our hips together as if trying to blend them permanently together.
I held her hips in my hands as she cupped and squeezed her tits and nipples, showing me how she liked to touch herself. I squeezed and pinched her breasts and nipples, making them know how much they were appreciated.
It was an amazing feeling, and we both wanted it to last as long as we make it.
I lifted her up and laid her back down on her back, her legs locked around my back, her heels locked on the back of my thighs.
I stroked slowly in and out of her, pushing deeper and stronger with each stroke.
I had one hand on her shoulder, half holding her neck, the other was gripping her hip, squeezing her cheek tightly.
She had her arms around my neck, holding me tight against her body.
I could feel her squeezing me. It was pushing me over the edge too fast, yet I couldn't stop. We were both breathing hard, pushing against each other with all our strength, reaching for that point in time when we would both come together.
Finally we reach the point of no return, suspended in time for that brief few seconds that felt like forever.
She didn't let go of me for a long while, keeping us together.
Finally we loosened our hold on each other, catching our breath.
We fell against each other, falling asleep.
It was still early when we both woke up.
"Would you like breakfast or do you have to go?" I asked her as she got up to go to the shower.
"Breakfast would be nice," she said.
"Do you have to leave this morning?" she asked, looking at me sadly.
"Yes. I do. If I stay longer I'm afraid I won't want to leave, and I'm pretty sure that will cause problems for both of us," I said quietly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.." she started to say.
"Don't be sorry," I said, "we both know what would happen, and I'm not sure either one of us knows what we really want right now."
She was quiet.
I didn't feel very good about it either.
Our lives were running into each other and all of a sudden I felt the past rushing up and threaten to pass us.
I wanted her to feel good. I wanted the light in her eyes that I saw when we first fell out of the elevator the night before. I wanted her to be happy and not be afraid that we might have started something that neither one of us could control.
I knew that wouldn't happen. Not now.
Both of us had become too practical in our lives, too controlling of our feelings.
We were too grown-up. Too responsible.
It was a chest-tightening empty feeling I didn't like.
We didn't want to lose the persons we had rediscovered.
As long as I had something to do about it, we wouldn't.
Whatever we had between us, would stay that way.
"Let's get cleaned up Hot Stuff, and get some breakfast," I said brightly.
Kissing her good bye was the second hardest thing I had ever done.
She held me as if she had been drowning, and I was the lifeline that kept her safe.
I felt like the rock that was anchored in the stream, feeling the water and everything else swirl around and past.
It was a very long trip home.
We exchanged e-mails for awhile, catching up on even more of the time we had spent apart. I sent her a copy of the song I had been sort of singing with her and when I didn't hear from her for a while, I thought, that was it.
I finally got the e-mail back from her.
It started off with simply "Thank you."
Then she asked if maybe I was trying to tell her something?
Maybe.
No matter what, I thought, I was glad we had rediscovered each other.
I hoped we would stay in touch for a long time.
She was always in the back of my mind.
Always would be.
"Have you ever loved someone you knew nothing of,
except you'd seen the light inside their eyes?
Have you ever loved, whether right or wrong,
have you ever loved someone,
just because?"
Yes.
I have.
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Harbor
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Posted:Jun 8, 2017 3:27 pm
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Not far from my home is my favorite hideaway. It's situated in the most perfect little bookstore run by an eccentric old lady, who's always telling tales of her wild, crazy days. She always puts a smile on my face and she makes the most delicious earthy black coffee, which almost curls the tongue.
I'm sitting in an old high-backed armchair in a little nook in the rear of the store. I've kicked off my shoes, curled up my legs beneath me and have a book in my hand and the taste of that amazing coffee in my mouth. My nose is filled with the smell of books: paper, dust and ink. It's a perfect Saturday afternoon.
Today, I felt like feeding my romantic side and I'm reading an erotic fantasy. The heroine is getting more or less devoured by the werewolf hero. The scene is so erotic and steamy I'm almost panting. If I'd been at home I would've had my hand inside my soaking wet panties.
I'm so caught up in the story that I don't hear the approaching footsteps. I'm unaware of the presence looming over me until I hear a deep voice: "Interesting read?"
I jump in my seat, startled.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. You just looked so absorbed in your book. It got me curious."
I look up at him and meet the most amazing shy crooked smile and penetrating hazel eyes that has my heart beating a little faster.
"What?" I croak, licking my suddenly dry lips.
"Your book," he says, nodding at the volume in my hands. Now, seeing what I'm reading, he raises his eyebrows at me, stifling a laugh. His eyes crinkle at the corners, suggesting that he has laughed a lot in his life.
I'm suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to always make this man laugh just to see those crow's feet appear over and over again. What am I thinking? I don't know him at all. But something about him draws me in, making me want to please him, to make him happy. I shake my head to clear these thoughts.
"Oh, today I just felt like reading something that's easily digested," I stammer.
"Don't worry. I just didn't take you as someone who'd read something so..." he pauses, taking a long look at the front cover, before continuing, "erotic."
I flush, embarrassed and a bit insulted. "Why is that exactly?" I say testily.
"Didn't mean to offend. You just look," again with the pause, thinking before speaking, "deep."
That instantly soothes my feelings. "Well, you know, even deep people sometimes need to tickle some other senses." I smile at him.
"That's so true." He smiles back. "May I sit?" He indicates the other armchair in the nook.
"Yes, sure, go right ahead there, Sir." I cringe at my choice of words. Sir? Why the fuck did I call him that? What is it about this man? He has me all flustered, totally making me lose my calm.
We sit in silence, now and again looking at each other. He wears jeans and a long sleeved sweatshirt. I find his presence distracting. He's very attractive. I give up on my reading and prepare to leave when I see his book.
"Eckhart Tolle's A New Earth, that's a good one," I say.
"You've read it?" He looks up intrigued.
"Yes, Tolle's one of my inspirers."
He smiles warmly at me. "Really? What do you think of his concept of the pain body?"
That sets off an excited discussion about everything we can think of, philosophy, life, death, passion, creativity, adventure, human behavior, dreams, the meaning of life. We hit it off completely. On every subject we touch upon, we match. So absorbed in the conversation, I have no feeling of the passage of time. There is only this moment. This now.
"We close now dearies." It's the old woman, the owner.
What, that can't be right? It was just one o'clock. But she is right. I look at my watch and it's already four. We've talked for three hours.
We collect our things and head for the door. As the owner locks up behind us I prepare to say goodbye. Gazes meeting, we start talking at the same time and then laugh.
I'm nervous all of a sudden. I don't want this to end. I inhale deeply and speak, "I just wanted to say, I really had a good time this afternoon. It's not often I get to have a conversation that amazingly intense."
He grasps my hand. It's electric. I look up at him, breath held, mouth slightly open.
His gaze is intense as he says with fervor, "Hey, I don't really know you. I only know we really connected and I'm not ready to give you up yet." He squeezes my hand for emphasis. "Take a chance on something potentially great."
I beam at him, happy he's no more ready to end this than I am. I nod my assent.
"Come, take a walk on the beach with me." He grins and once again those amazing crow's feet appear.
I giggle at his enthusiasm, feeling like a playful , but looking at the overcast skies I frown a little. "In this weather?"
"Sure," he says, eyes twinkling with mirth and challenge. "Think of it as an adventure."
"Okay, why not? Lets go on an adventure," I say mirroring his enthusiasm.
Still clasping hands, we walk down to the beach. As we stroll, the wind picks up strength, whipping the sea into foaming waves. My hair blows around my face and I laugh exuberantly. He laughs with me. I'm utterly alive, feeling so in tuned with the elements and yet feel so small at the same, in awe of the force of nature.
Above us are black skies filled with billowing angry clouds but, instead of going back, we continue, absorbed as we are in the moment and in each other. I can't remember the last time I felt this exhilarated, this filled with life and joy.
He still hasn't let go of my hand and small electric jolts keep coming from the touch.
There is something special about this man, the connection we have. I've never felt anything like it before. We haven't stopped talking, bouncing off each other's words, inspiring great thoughts and ideas.
Then, suddenly, with a deafening roar, the sky opens up, soaking us in seconds. Stunned, we look at each other. We are far out on the beach with no apparent cover nearby. We can't stay here, but where can we go?
"There," he shouts, pointing at an old boat-house with a door banging in the wind.
We run with the wind and rain battering us all the way. We reach the building and close the door behind us. It smells of old wood, salt and seaweed and something smoky that must be tar from the ropes. Standing there in the small space, we are drenched and laughing at the absurdity of it all.
Suddenly, the atmosphere changes between us. It's charged and thick with something almost tangible. We stare at each other for a few seconds, breathing heavily, and then we are kissing with a frantic passion, lips meeting, tongues tangling, teeth clashing. There is nothing sweet or gentle about this kiss. It's full of animalistic lust, primal need.
Our hands grab and tear at the wet garments. We want them removed, desperate to touch the other's skin. I want to feel him close, now! I have no patience whatsoever. I want to consume him as he consumes me.
I manage to get his sweater and t-shirt off, baring his chest and abdomen. I like what I see, his muscled body tense, looming over me, his hair wild, eyes intense and hungry. It's not a man before me, but a savage beast. And he takes my breath away with his beauty. I reach for him, feeling his skin against my palm. He shivers at my touch, his taut muscles rippling under my exploring hands.
From deep in his throat, a rumbling growl emerges and he grabs my shirt, ripping it open, buttons flying. He snarls at the sight of my exposed bra and yanks at it to free my breasts, filling his hands, grabbing them, mauling them, staring in fascination as he pulls and twists my nipples making me pant and moan.
When he bends and takes one of my erect nipples in his mouth, I roll my head back, arching to give him better access. He licks and nips and sucks, utterly enamored with my bosom. My hands roam through his hair, they caress his shoulders, knead his back.
He looks up at me, eyes blazing, before again attacking my lips, devouring my mouth. I cling to his body, wanting to get closer still, not feeling close enough.
Then his lips move across my check, licking and nibbling down to my neck where he closes his teeth around my flesh, biting down hard, marking me. With ferocious pride he looks at me, almost daring me to protest, and then tenderly licks the mark.
I lose it. I claw at his belt, ripping at the zipper to get his jeans open, trying to get him free. "I need you inside me. Now!" I snarl.
I don't have to ask twice. He pushes me against the wall, pulling up my skirt, tearing at my pantyhose.
"Just fucking rip them," I cry, desperate to get him were I want him as fast as possible.
He does as I tell him, ripping my panties off as well, exposing my sex to his touch. Sliding fingers through my wetness, he makes me groan and rock my hips. With no preamble, he removes his fingers and I welcome his cock as he slides deep inside, filling me. We both moan at the merging of our bodies.
He has me pinned against the wall, and lifts my legs to circle his waist as he starts to rock his hips, sliding in and out of me. He takes me hard and fast, his hips pistoning, cock pounding my wet cunt. Licking, biting, growling, moaning, consumed by feral carnality, we devour each other.
My pleasure's building quickly and soon I'm hovering on the edge, getting closer every time he plunges into me. When his pace becomes erratic, his cock twitching, white-hot ecstasy sears through me and I scream out my pleasure.
Coming down from my high, I find myself being manhandled into straddling his face. Somehow he has moved us to the floor with him lying down and me on top. He's pulling my legs wide apart, wanting my pussy on his mouth. But parts of my pantyhose are in the way. Frustrated he tears them, freeing my buttocks and thighs.
Grabbing my thighs and pulling me towards him again, his tongue is soon buried deep in my cleft, licking, cleaning, eating me out. I feel a bit embarrassed knowing I'm soaking him with our juices and try to pull away, but he has me in a grip of steel.
His tongue is magic though, circling my clit, plunging deep, and soon I forget my unease and ride his exploring tongue. In front of me I see his softening cock glistening with our combined juices. I can't resist it. I lean forward and lick along his shaft, taking him in my mouth, cleaning him, feel him hardening. I hum in delight around his dick and am rewarded by his groan and an involuntary rise of his hips.
I try to swallow him as deep as possible, relishing his taste. His hips are slowly pumping, his cock fucking my mouth, as his tongue never stops its ministrations of my pussy. Taking me by surprise, he bites down hard on my clit. It sends me over the edge once more: I'm blissfully overwhelmed.
I cum all over his face and that seem to drive him wild. Roaring he flips me over and he has me pinned under him on the floor, the rough planks scraping my breasts, stomach and thighs. I don't care about the pain when he enters me from behind; it only heightens the pleasure as he takes me roughly.
He's holding my hands above my head and the weight of his body immobilizes me. At this angle I'm tighter and I can feel every inch of him as his hard strokes continue. He's all beast, holding me down, fucking me, growling unintelligible things in my ear.
The sensation's too much for me. As I lay there, not being able to move, just taking him, I need to do something. I feel an animalistic need to mark him as he marked my neck, and I bite down hard on his arm, releasing some of the pent up tension in me. In response he growls and fucks me harder.
My skin is getting rubbed raw against the planks but I don't care. All I care about is this man, this beastly animal rutting against me, the sensation of his weight on top of me, of his skin against mine, of his hard stroking length in my cunt. When I feel him spurting his seed inside me, branding me once more, my pussy clenches, milking his cock.
He rolls off me and pulls me into his arms, spooning me. He pulls down a sail from a nearby bench, covering our near-naked bodies. We lay together, breathing heavily, listening to the howling wind and the rain smattering the roof. This should be awkward. We just met a few hours ago, but it feels like the most natural thing, lying there in his strong arms as he tenderly strokes my skin.
He clears his throat. "I should introduce myself. I'm Adam."
I smile wide, giggling. "Hi Adam. It's nice to meet you. I'm Eve."
We laugh at that.
"Wow, no kidding, huh?" I can hear the laughter in his voice and feel him smiling against my neck, nuzzling it.
"No kidding."
"I'm sorry about your clothes, Eve."
"Don't worry about it. I kind of like it. Maybe you could tell?" I say shyly, a bit embarrassed.
He chuckles behind me. "Yeah, I kind of did." He pauses before continuing. "Well Eve, the real reason I approached you at the bookstore was to try to get your phone number. I wanted to ask you on a date."
I smile even wider and kiss the bite mark visible on his arm. "I think that can be arranged," I say.
He pulls me closer and sighs contentedly in my ear. I burrow into him and breathe in his scent, feeling like I found my new harbor. My home.
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By the Sea
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Posted:Jun 3, 2017 2:37 pm
Last Updated:Jun 8, 2017 3:24 pm
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I live in my house by the sea. I have lived there since I was eight. My grandfather took me in and gave me the love and support I needed after my parents died. I was shy and timid. I always have been. Eventually, I grew up. I became six-six and weighed 250 pounds. I grew fur all over my chest and belly, the same golden color as on my head. But I was always easier, more comfortable, working in the garden or cooking in the kitchen. My grandfather had many friends that he was close to during World War II. I spent many a Wednesday afternoon listening to their stories and cooking for their lunch. When I graduated from high school, I enrolled in a cooking school in New York. I graduated after two years and my grandfather wanted me to go to Paris to continue my studies. I loved my time in New York, but I never really felt comfortable. I was good at what I did, winning many awards, but I wanted to return to my home by the sea.
I decided to spend a few weeks at home before going to Paris. When I got there, I realized that the time away had not been kind to the old man. He was frail and looked sickly. I knew I wasn’t going to go to Paris and leave him. Before my twenty-first birthday he passed away. I sat inside my house by the sea and grieved, but not forever. All of my grandfather’s friends came by on Wednesday as usual and had me sit with them and tell stories and then listen to theirs. It helped, and somehow they have always understood how shy and quiet I am. Shortly after, I found out that the house and everything in it was left to me as well as a trust fund from my parents. I realized I didn’t want to go to Paris and decided to turn my home into a bed and breakfast so I could cook for others and still stay at home.
I spent weeks going over all that I would need to convert the house. I looked at furniture and fixtures, talked with contractors, and even an architect. When all was said and done, I hired a contractor from out of state to oversee the project. Since where I live is fairly secluded along the Oregon coast, within sight of the majestic haystack rocks near Cannon Beach, I let the man stay with me. His crew was made up of local craftsmen, but he wasn’t local, so needed a place to stay. Over the next couple of weeks, I started to decorate as soon as each new room was completed. I decided to use large, sturdy, comfortable furnishings and bright, warm colors. I wanted people who came to my home to be comfortable and relaxed. The contractor, whose name was Robert, and I became friends. He was a tall man, but a little shorter than my towering height. He was big and strong and often worked without his shirt. I found myself becoming tongue-tied around him. I blushed a lot and stammered when he talked to me. In truth, I was attracted, extremely attracted to him. He would smile at me and wink. It made me feel even more flustered and shy around him. About two weeks into his stay, he came to my room one night.
He told me that he had seen me watching him and wanted to see how far things could go. With that he was kissing me. I was shocked, it was my first kiss, first everything. He took off my shirt and sifted his fingers through the hair on my chest. Then he took off his shirt and pressed me to him, pulling me, melding with me. His chest was covered in coarse, dark hair, such a sensual contrast to my soft, downy fur. He was fast and a little rough. He pulled and pawed at our clothes until we were both naked, standing by my big bed. He pushed me down and pulled my face to his lap, feeding me his hard shaft. He wasn’t all that long or thick, but it was my first time and I gagged a bit. But soon I became accustomed to his invasion. He held my face and started pounding his hips into me. His cock wasn’t long enough to go beyond my tonsils and my nose kept being bumped into his pubic bush. He pulled away and tried to catch his breath, telling me he didn’t want to cum so soon.
Robert took my face in his hands and started kissing me again. He pushed me back on the bed, forcing his hips between mine, pressing forward and begging for entry into my body. But when he pushed forward, he realized quickly that this was brand new to me. He immediately slowed and gentled. His forceful, pushing manner eased and he became sweet and loving. I realized that I had probably given him signals that led him to believe I was more experienced. The change in his attack was so different. Where before he was forceful, now he was gentle and coaxing. He started kissing me again, but slowly, teasingly with his tongue, begging me to play with him. Where his hands had pawed at me, now they stroked, stoking my pleasure, petting and relaxing me. I felt my nervousness leave and I started to return Robert’s ministrations. I tasted and delved my hands over his body, skimming against his back, reveling in the contented purr he let out. He continued to stroke my body, but his hands moved lower, skimming over my ass, bunching and kneading the muscular globes. He began stroking my hole with his fingers, brushing against the bundle of ultra-sensitive nerves. Then he was inside me, buried to the knuckle of his middle finger. He searched and prodded inside me, looking for admittance, for acceptance. I opened for him and he pressed his advantage. In seconds he was buried inside. He waited; he coaxed and crooned, telling me with gentle words to relax. He continued to pet me, stroke my body, willing me to relax. I did and he began to move. He rocked into me quickly and in mere moments was clenching and spurting, making noises like a braying mule. When he collapsed against me, all I could think was: this is it?
Then Robert rose for round two. This time I understood what it was all about. He stroked and built me, having taken the edge off of his own needs; he spent the time and energy finessing a response from me. When it was over, he was marveling at me, telling me how responsive I was and how good I was. It made me feel special. Our routine continued for the next few weeks while the last of the work on my house was being done. What we did in bed was mostly the same: kissing, my sucking him and him fucking me. The night before he was to leave, he came to me and was different. He was kissing me, but he let me lead. He didn’t take control. After a bit of rolling around, kissing and petting, he pulled me on top of him and wrapped his legs around my back. Robert looked at me and said ‘please’ before I sank into him. I felt him close around me, feeling him stretch around me. I pumped and thrust into him, amazed at the turn of events. I felt him build because he kept squeezing me, crying out and pawing his fingers into my shoulders. Then I felt him release, jetting against my belly. I kept thrusting into him, keeping from orgasm by the slightest margin. Shortly after, he came again and this time I couldn’t help but follow. My breathing slowed, and I slipped out of Robert while he cuddled to me.
I knew he was leaving tomorrow. I was okay with it. I was attracted to him and I will never forget the time we shared together, but it was only sex. If he were to stay, it probably could develop into more. But he was leaving. I was lying with him, watching the colors of the sunset change through the curtains of my bedroom window when I fell asleep. The next morning, he was gone.
The next few years were lonely ones. I was crippled behind walls of intense shyness. It wasn’t too bad during the long summers. My house was full of guests. But the winters were long and lonely, with nary a guest for up to three months. Those were the times when I felt it the most, an almost bone-crushing sense of loss and loneliness. I had turned twenty-five the previous summer. I was gearing up for the lonely period after Christmas when my only real contact would be the Wednesday meetings with my grandfather’s friends. I received a call from a secretary for a literary agent. She asked to book a room in my little bed and breakfast for an indefinite time, starting the second week in January. A writer wanted to stay in my house to write and do research of the surrounding area. When I asked for the author’s name, I almost fell through the floor. It was one of my favorites: Toby Hunter. He writes mostly murder mysteries with a big dash of the supernatural thrown in. I was so excited. I had read all of his books. I couldn’t wait for the next few weeks to go by.
He showed up on the 10th of January during a huge wind and rainstorm. It was dark and close to 11PM. I wasn’t expecting him until the following morning. I answered the door and helped him grab his things from the car. We were both soaked. He stood in my front entrance while I went to get some towels. When I came back I skidded to a stop. He had stripped down to his boxers. He took one of the towels from my now dead fingers and started to dry himself off. It wasn’t supposed to be erotic, but my body didn’t care. He was a few inches shorter than me, but I would say we weighed the same. His shorter frame carried his weight in his chest and shoulders, perfectly sculpted and bulging with raw sinew. His dark hair was short and tamed against the wild curl evident. His eyes were a piercing blue. His nose straight and perfectly complimented the rest of his features. His lips were full and sensuous. His chin, hard and strong, was covered in dark stubble. Then I looked down to his chest. Some people don’t like hairy chests. I find them extremely sexy. His pectorals were covered in long, straight, thick dark hair, to the point where you couldn’t see the skin underneath. The hair was in interesting whorls all along the muscular plane. The hair trailed thickly between his abdominal muscles and hid his belly button. You would only know it was there because of the swirl of hair that deepened at that point. His legs were also incredibly muscled and covered in dark whorls of the same straight, thick hair. In a word: gorgeous.
I was afraid I had started drooling. I know I lost the ability to speak rationally. So I ducked back down the hall to change my clothes, hoping I could make the erection go away. When I was dry and had everything tucked away, hopefully not so noticeably, I went back to see to my guest. He had opened a suitcase and pulled a shirt over his head and was pulling up a pair of jeans. I offered him some food and when he declined, I helped carry his bags to his room. It was in the tower, directly over mine. It was the best I had, and considering how long he was going to be spending here, figured he needed the extra comfort and space. When he was settled, I went back to my room and crawled into bed. I was still hard, but I didn’t do anything about it. I drifted off to sleep and indulged in some incredible dreams.
The next day, Toby sat with me in the kitchen while I got ready for my Wednesday lunch. He talked to me and told me what he was hoping to find in the area. I asked if he always worked by not working and he laughed and told me that he wanted to take a couple of days and unwind, he had been on a book tour. He actually joined my grandfather’s friends for lunch. I was absolutely mortified when one of them whipped out a scrapbook and showed Toby. I was embarrassed and escaped to the kitchen. I didn’t realize that they had kept such records of me. Every single picture and article from cooking school was there. I had volunteered my free time at a women’s shelter in New York, but I kept it private. The school didn’t know until someone from the paper came and did an article on what I did. I hadn’t realized that my grandfather knew. It brought the pain of his death back to me. God I missed that old man. I carried dessert back into the dining room. One of the group told Toby that they were so proud that I did so much for so many people and all without a hint of recognition. Then he told him how I spent Fridays donating my cooking talent at the shelter down the coast a bit. It was true, but I was still embarrassed. Another member of the group wondered why I didn’t ask for something or do anything to get recognition. Toby piped up and said that some people had so much love to give that they wanted to share it and the sharing was its own reward. I actually fell in love with him right then and there. I had been fiercely attracted to him, but having him so easily define why I was motivated to help others was the last thing needed to have my feelings bloom. I actually smiled at him, full wattage, without ducking away in shyness when he returned it.
The next day I spent driving Toby around the area. I showed him a great lookout for viewing the haystacks of Cannon Beach. Then I showed him the lighthouse that the movie ‘The Goonies’ was filmed at. We drove to Tillamook to tour the cheese factory. While sitting in the café, eating some of their heavenly ice cream, I watched him watch the passing ladies. That kind of calmed my hope of a returned attraction. I know it’s foolish, but I was kind of hoping he would be the one to see me for the worthwhile person I really am. That his words at lunch yesterday would actually lead to something else. But I guess not. I could still be his friend. After all, it was probably hero worship; kind of like the silly crushes teenagers have for movie and rock stars. Though I knew it wasn’t.
That night Toby sat in my kitchen while I did my baking and prep work for Friday’s trip to the shelter. He was amazed at how much food I was preparing and I told him about my time in New York in which I would cook for a couple hundred people a day. What was nice was that he offered to go with me and help. We actually had a good time. Then Saturday morning, he was shut in his room, pounding away at his laptop. I had never seen anyone work so diligently at something before. He was in total concentration. I was in awe at the raw energy that went in to his creative process. Just watching him aroused me. He was truly beautiful. While he worked, he had steel framed glasses that he kept pushing up his nose from time to time. The total concentration seemed to make his face more angular. It was a breath-taking sight. But I stayed away, letting him work, bringing sandwiches and coffee every few hours. I would leave it by his side and collect the used plates later. He did come up for air every couple of days or so and I would help him with a tour of the area or a description of the seasonal changes. I gladly helped as much as I could, all the while fearing that my feelings were growing deeper and stronger, to never be returned.
Toby had been working and writing for over six weeks. He seemed happy with the progress on the book. He would spend most days with me in the kitchen, poured over his laptop, saying that hearing me work added a bit of homey comfort that aided his writing. On Thursday nights, when I did the majority of my baking and preparing for the shelter, he would actually help me box up things and keep me company for the five or six hours I would spend cooking. It was a truly happy time for me. I had companionship and a caring body to share my time. It didn’t surprise me when I so easily fell deeper in love with him. I would watch him concentrate on his writing, be so into his characterizations that he would forget to eat. I would make a sandwich or something in which temperature didn’t matter. He always had something to drink close at hand, whether a thermal carafe of coffee or a pitcher of his favorite cool drink of half iced tea and half lemonade. Each time I would put something in front of him or remove used plates and glasses; I would usually get a smile. One Saturday, while I watched him work while baking an apple crisp, he caught me staring and we shared a smile that shot straight through me. I couldn’t catch my breath and I was so hard watching his lips curve and the dimples in his cheeks form. I had it bad. But I knew he had no idea. I enjoyed watching him. But I kept quiet about my feelings. Too shy, too scared to share them, positive that he wouldn’t feel comfortable with them. As I pulled my crisp out of the oven, there was a pounding at the door. I didn’t have any guests scheduled for at least two more weeks. It was late and figured it was a stranded traveler looking for a place for the night. It happens sometimes.
But when I got to the door, there was a woman standing outside. She breezed in and handed me her bags and told me to place them in Toby’s room. Her attitude had me concerned, so I asked why I should place her bags in his room and she told me she was Toby’s fiancée. I blinked, trying to breathe in and out, because that simple task failed me. I knew he was straight. I knew he wasn’t going to be interested in me. But it still hurt. Nodding away the pain, I took her to the kitchen, which she was loath to do. But I led her to Toby. She squealed when she saw him and launched herself into his lap. I could tell he was annoyed at being interrupted, but he grasped her and hugged her anyway.
“Becca, what the hell are you doing here?”
She pouted at his harsh tone, but practically purred out her response. “Oh darling, I just had to see you.” She kept kissing at his neck, I wanted to turn away, but I couldn’t. It’s like looking at a car accident. It turned your stomach, but you still couldn’t look away. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Toby turned to me, with a look I couldn’t recognize, like he was looking for anything to help him. “Becca, I would like to introduce you to Jack.” His eyes softened and his smile was warm and generous. “He owns and runs this place and has taken really excellent care of me.”
She didn’t even turn her head to me. She just sort of made a little ‘how are you’ sound and then started kissing Toby. I turned from them and carried her bags to his room. I straightened up the bedding and made sure the bathroom had fresh towels. I also grabbed a stray plate off his desk and emptied the trash. I went downstairs into my office to make a list of chores for tomorrow. I heard Toby and Becca head out of the kitchen and go up the stairs. I decided to turn in and crawled beneath the covers. But sleep eluded me. After a few minutes, I heard the bed creak through the floorboards above me. I had heard the sound before from other guests, but I always tuned it out. This time I couldn’t stop from listening. I was absolutely green with envy, furiously jealous of Becca and her luck at being with someone so incredibly sexy and wonderful. I was also incredibly aroused by it. I listened for several minutes, the gentle quaking of the ceiling and the incessant squeak of the box springs. I could imagine the two of them, writhing and rolling on the bed. I could picture myself writhing and rolling on the bed with Toby. I felt myself tighten and quiver with repressed desire. I felt myself tingling with impending release. I wanted so badly to grasp my heated flesh in my fist and bring myself relief. But I didn’t. I tortured myself, listening to the two of them. After several heated moments, the pace of the squeaking sped up. So did my desire. Then I heard a loud bounce and the rumble of Toby’s voice as he found his release. Not that I could hear any words, just the timbre of his deep voice as he called out in pleasure. It was too much and I found myself clenching and spurting in my own heated release. I closed my eyes and felt each pulse leave my body and drench my tight briefs. The moment the last spasm left me; I opened my eyes and felt a deep shame. I had listened in on something so very private and personal. Even worse, I got off on it. I felt horrible. I got out of bed and went to my kitchen after throwing on a pair of cut-offs and a t-shirt. I decided to work off my guilt by starting my baking early.
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Posted:Apr 30, 2017 11:20 am
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It was a lunch date for business. Considering whom I was meeting, I should have expected something. Just gullible I guess. Besides, not that many people are willing to try me. Chuck always did have more balls than brains.
After the soup had been served an attractive woman in a conservative suit stopped by the table and greeted Chuck. I could see him nod in my direction. She turned to me and introduced herself. We shook and she handed me her card. "Cynthia" in 16 point Arial bold, and "Executive Performance Training" in 10 point standard. The address was close to my business. I thanked her and she went to be seated.
Chuck was desperately trying to look unconcerned. I decided to let him have his joke. "What kind of training?"
"Mostly in the area of focus and concentration. Its amazing how she can get you to remember the slightest little detail."
At that Chuck looked decidedly pleased with himself, so I let it drop. He coughed up the signature I needed, and that was the point of the lunch after all. It wasn't till late that afternoon that I wondered what he could have considered amusing. I dialed the number and made an appointment.
* * * * *
The appointment was for 4:00 PM, so I closed early. I found a small and sterile waiting area, so it was just as well that I didn't have to wait. I was on time. It was an agreeably surprise that she was also. She came right to the point. "Good afternoon Mr. Richards. Did Charles tell you much about our business?"
"Almost nothing. He mentioned that you were good at getting him to remember details."
She laughed. "That IS Charles. A number of my need help in that area. I have some sharp methods when required."
She handed me a contract and fee schedule. "This first interview is gratis. All I need is a waiver, and we can begin."
"Waiver?"
It was for unspecified mental and physical distress and not for medical or defamation. Waiving those would be illegal anyway. "Some of my methods can be um… uncomfortable. The waiver says that you agree in advance not to hold it against me. As with any waiver the real intent is to never use to it."
I didn't know what to think. I still had not agreed, or for that matter figured out exactly what she intended to do. But, it was clear she expected me to sign up and I could not help but notice her physically. She was about 5' 6", but seemed taller. He heels were high, but not unreasonably so. The appearance of height came from her very erect posture and confident bearing. Brown hair, long but done up. Brown eyes. BIG brown eyes. Like a basset hound. Trim. Obviously fit and healthy. Sharply if conservatively dressed. Attentive.
Actually, when I thought of it, I realized that she had been subtly coming on to me the entire time. Her suit was conservative, but her shirt was silk and you could make out the lace of the bra. Except for the handshake we had not touched, but her distance was intimate rather than formal. Her perfume was discrete, but definitely in the air. She scratched her leg with a foot, which brought attention to her well turned calves and high heeled pumps. Those were NOT your usual business suit kind of shoe. I had a who would be trying to kiss that black leather as we spoke.
I was impressed. I deal with a lot of salespeople--my own and vendors. She was doing a first rate selling job. This was not a fitness trainer obviously. Especially not at these rates. What exactly she was, was elusive.
"Could we have a tour first?"
Smiling, "Of course."
Was that a bit of the sharks grin? She led me to the changing rooms. I would be expected to arrive early enough to change before the appointment time. There were two doors. Behind one she showed me a spotlessly clean sense deep tank. This could be rented only Tuesdays and Saturdays, and she would not personally monitor the sessions, just the in and out points. Finally, she paused dramatically and laid her hand on my elbow, then she opened the other door.
It was a gym of sorts. Latex and leather sorts. There was a vaulting with manacles dangling. An entire wall was given over to hooks and rings. Up to 12 feet up. There were benches and blocks, armed chairs and sofas, and everywhere were convenient restraints. I shook my head. I didn't have a clear idea of what to expect, but this was not it. I walked up to an equipment cart and picked up a pair of handcuffs. Looked real police issue to me.
"Want to give it a try?"
I was jolted back to reality. Many things were suddenly clear. I took the cuffs and clapped one ring onto her left wrist.
"I surely do."
She was surprised of course. But the next reaction was telling. She blushed. Cynthia clearly played both sides of the street. The flush stood out against the sober colors of her suit, and I suddenly wanted to see if she blushed all the way down.
"But I didn't… I mean.."
"Come. Come. You offered me the use of the room. And your services. Were you serious, or being rude?"
"Serious of course. But…"
"Very well. We may begin. Now, lets choose a place."
I pulled her by the wrist over to the wall of rings. "Facing toward I think." I fed the loose cuff through a leather strap and motioned for her to turn around. I clipped the other wrist and took up the slack in the strap. Then I stepped back and took a good look. The transformation was amazing.
She was breathing rapidly, almost panting. To say her breasts were heaving would be a stretch, but not much of one. Having her arms behind her displayed her proud breasts to advantage. A few strands of her dark hair had come loose. More importantly, her natural scent filled the air. I stepped close and inhaled deeply. She blushed even more fully.
"We cant have you perspiring all over that fine silk shirt."
I stepped forward and opened her jacket. She trembled, but did not move or speak. As I pushed the sleeves down to her bound wrists I touched her body to body for the first time. She pressed against me. I stepped back and loosened her tie and then slowly the buttons of the shirt. Before I was finished the silk shirt was becoming spotted with telltale dots.
"Ah well. I suppose we must have it off to get it cleaned."
While I looked for the key—it was exactly where I had picked up the cuffs—I was able to look at her to better advantage. She wore a strapless corset rather than a bra. The cups were black lace, but the body was smooth flesh tone. I was dying to see if it was hooked or zippered. My money was on lots of little hooks. But to business.
I walked over to her holding the key aloft. "We will have to get this suit off before it wrinkles, my dear. Hold still." Redundant. See had been almost a statue for almost five minutes now. I was rather proud for her. Rather than release one hand and pull the coat over the cuffs, I decided to test her. With both hands free, "Step forward. Remove your arms. Step back." Off came the shirt and jacket. I recuffed her at the elbow and she let out her first sound. "Tsk, tsk my dear. And you were doing so well. We will have see about that in a minute."
I carefully removed the sleeves of the shirt from the jacket and laid them on a handle bar. Odd. Like something out of a dance studio. Later.
"Lets get the rest of this."
The skirt was a simple wrap around. The corset was another matter. Lovely. Stepthrough design with integral cotton panties. Clear of the arms and shoulders, with a generous expanse of back. It could be worn with a strapless formal. Manylayered silk and some kind of quilting. At first glance it had appeared natural skin. Now I could see that it was stiffened. Natural, and illegal, whalebone would be my guess. Yet it was surprisingly pliant. She could get downright athletic without giving up any range of motion. Marvelous work. As I expected, tiny little hooks.
I stood close in front of her and reached around with both hands to undo the fasteners. Not quite taking her in my arms. She was necessarily getting full access to my scent. She took advantage. I smiled. Access to my odor is one thing I would permit freely. I paused halfway and squatted to undo the stocking stays. Her pungent sex only inches from my nose. Definitely wet, but not showing. I had to get the name of the corsetmaker. I could personally sell a dozen of these within a block of my office, although a fit this perfect had to be made to order. You could add too much weight for this piece at lunch.
Standing again, I noticed tension in her shoulders. Understandable with her elbows held inches apart. "My dear, such tension. We must see to that."
If I say so myself, I am a gifted masseur. I worked my way down her back, pausing to loosen a hook only as it impeded my hands. Soon it was hanging from her breasts not supporting them. As I worked her muscles I also spread the corset. With as little warning as possible I pulled it forward and down. She gasped. "Dear, dear, that's twice now." I lowered the corset to her ankles. "Step. And the other. Thank you my dear. Your foot." I removed her right pump. I give her this, the shoe was in total keeping with the corset and the rest of the ensemble.
"I need to know where to hang these. You may speak."
"My locker is my office. That door."
"Thank you my dear. That will be all for the moment."
"But…"
"Oh my. Three times. This will not wait."
Regretfully, I put down the clothes. A world of possibilities was setting in plain sight. I could grow to like this place. Well organized. I chose a lipstick red gag ball. Her eyes widened, but she did not react otherwise. "Open." In it went.
While I had my hands behind her neck, I decided I would like to see her hair. But that could be a problem for her later. "I would like to see your hair, but I realize that it may be inconvenient for your next appointment. Nod if you would like to have it down. She did. "Excellent."
No clips. Bone and ivory pins, many with hand painted laquer. Class all the way.
I brought the hair down over her right shoulder. It hung down almost to her navel. And smelled of rosemary. So many scents on a woman.
I stroked it, and the breast beneath, for an absent moment. "Lovely. You must let me play with it sometime." I picked up a lock and tickled her nose with it. Suddenly, there it was. The full body blush. I stepped back to gaze appreciatively. Her blush deepened. "My dear, you must show this side to me more often. It is really most becoming. Well, I shall return shortly."
I returned to the clothes and took them into her office. It was as spare as the entrance hall. I suspected more hidden treasure, but it would be rude to pry. I hung the suit on a heavy wooden suit hanger I found in the closet. There was a lint brush, which I used. The shirt went on a disposable plastic hanger, which I hung on the door. There were three other silk shirts in the closet. I selected one and a matching tie and returned with it and the suit and the pump to the gym.
I glanced at my watch. As I expected, she had stood on tiptoe to keep level. It was a little over 5 minutes. She should be about ready.
I squatted in front of her a second time, and again received a full whiff of feminine sex. I could get drunk this way. I blew on her dripping cleft. Gooseflesh. I indulged myself with one slow lap. She stiffened like throbbing erection.
Chuckling I reached down. "Foot." I received her right. My mistake. I should have specified the left. But this would work. I kneaded the pianowire tight small muscles in her arch. Then down to the toes. Back over the arch, the heel, the ankle, and up the calf. Not a sound. Excellent. Even with the gag, I would have heard something.
Reaching down once more. "Other foot." Off came the pump, and I repeated the process on the left foot. "Stand."
As she stood on both clearly grateful feet, I looked her top down for the first time. Trim. Leggy. Full breasted. Suddenly it was obvious.
"You were a dancer. A good one, but you overdeveloped."
She did not so much as twitch, but one big brown eye welled a tear.
"Well you shall dance for me. You have one punishment remaining. When I release you, you will go to the bar and place one ankle over. Grasp the bar with both hands and stretch out fully while I administer the discipline."
I released the cuffs.
She flowed over to the bar. Up came the leg and out over the bar. Out went the hands to grasp the bar. Down came the torso till her breasts hid her knee, her hair hung to the floor and her leg was straight as taught line.
"We will call this first position. Practice it daily, alternating legs. Now to business."
I had chosen a short lash. "One. For hating your body." I laid it across her left cheek.
"Two. For despising your talents." This across the right cheek.
"Three. For despising your left breast, which is beautiful." Backhand across the teat.
"Four. For despising your right breast, which is equally beautiful." Across the other teat.
"Five. For believing you are as small as a single art." Full on the pubis.
"Six through ten. Because you think you deserve it and because I am unable to tear such foolishness from you physically. Criss cross up the back.
"And finally, because I wish to." I took her ass in both hands and carefully bit her left ham.
"You may stand and dress. This session is complete."
She stood erect and slowly removed the gag. "You really think they are beautiful?"
Hear me Gods. "Yes. As does everyone." She said nothing, but her expression said enough.
"Same time next week."
"Not if you expect to pay me."
How sweet. "send me the bill for the dry cleaning."
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A Perfect Night
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Posted:Mar 11, 2017 5:24 am
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***Disclaimer*** This story is completely fiction. It is about domination. DO NOT read if this troubles you!
Different times demand different styles of play, and lately the intense play I crave has been on hiatus. This saddens me even as I welcome the new facet to our dynamic. Indeed, I begged for this, pleaded for it, and the outcome pleases me every bit as much as it does him. Still though, I crave...something. I'm not even sure what; I only know that I long for total, complete submission, being owned by him in every way possible.
He finds me in front of the mirror after my shower, oiling my heavy breasts and distended belly. I am so large now, and I can tell from his hooded gaze that this pleases him mightily. When we go out, vanilla veil firmly in place, everyone can still see how much I am his. It is possible that this pleases him every bit as much as the private play.
"More," he says when I move to set the oil aside. "Don't miss a spot."
"Yes, Daddy." I resume oiling my breasts.
"Work your nipples," he orders. "Nice and hard now."
"Yes," I gasp. God I love his orders.
"Make them hurt a little as you milk them for daddy." He leans back against the door frame. I love watching myself in the mirror, eyes meeting his, both of us riveted to my changed form and how well I obey him.
"Oh please, yes." This. This is what I have missed, the bite of pain, the tone of utter command, the chance to show him how much I can take.
I pull my nipples, milking hard enough to coax a few drops out, and rough enough to make me moan.
"Is your pussy wet?" He asks, voice a low rumble, distant freight train making me shiver in anticipation.
"Always." I do not bother lying. He knows the answer.
"Well, then, we should do something about that." He takes my hand leads me to the bed, but instead of joining me on it, he opens the neglected toy chest.
My happiness escapes in a squeak that makes him smile even as I know I'll pay for such eagerness later.
He brings out the silken rope and bids me to kneel on the soft carpet of our room. Binding my wrists and forearms behind my back with methodical precision, he tugs hard enough that I feel each knot. He stops just below my elbows. "That's perfect," he says and I swear I can hear his smile. There won't be any complicated breast or torso binding tonight, and I'm fine with that. This is enough. This is, as he says, perfect.
Still behind me, his arms encircle me, hands finding my breasts immediately. He is clothed to my nakedness, a contrast that never fails to thrill me. His rough jeans drag against the soft skin of my back.
"Full?" he asks and all I can do is moan.
"Do you want Daddy to milk you? His hands barely skate over my swollen breasts, nowhere near the pressure I need.
I bleat my need, an inhuman sound of need, but his chuckle is just shy of cruel. "You will wait."
Oh god. I crave the wait almost as much as I dread it. The lights are low in our room, a few candles lit, and soft music playing. He was busy while I took my shower, and the fact that he planned this makes my insides light as champagne bubbles. He always knows what I need, even when I don't have the means to articulate it.
Coming around to the side of me, he reaches for a candle, smiling wickedly. Another Dom would blindfold me at this point, keep me guessing, but gags and blindfolds are punishment tools around here. Leaving my eyes open is a signal that tonight's erotic torture is all for pleasure. He hefts my heavy breasts, weighing them with his hands, still not giving me relief. Eyes locked firmly on mine, he dribbles a little wax over one tit. My skin is still slick and soft from the oil and the hot wax rolls the length of my breast, a long, hot lick that is quickly followed by another rivulet of wax.
As he works, the wax decorates the tips of my hanging nipples, pools beneath my breasts, and drips onto my distended stomach. It's not the sting of a flogger or the thwack of a paddle or the sharp, mean bite of the clamps, but the heady mix of pleasure-pain grows with each drop of wax. He circles me, admiring his work, the same way he does when he's marked my flesh, given me gorgeous crimson stripes. I glance over at the toy chest.
"No," he says firmly. "Not yet."
"Soon?" I can't keep the eagerness out of my voice.
"Perhaps," he muses. "If you are very good."
"Or very bad." That eagerness. I can't control it.
He laughs because he does know me well. "Hush." He grabs one tit none too lightly, pouring a steady stream directly onto the tip.
I hiss and his laugh this time is a dark thing.
"Sorry, Sir," I say, even though I'm not really. I'd happily endure whatever pain he doled out because he always pushes just far enough, and I can't wait to see how far he pushes tonight, where he will take us.
He glances at the nightstand. Next to the candles is a half-full tumbler of whiskey on the rocks. His thick fingers pluck one ice cube free. I'm shivering before it even touches my skin, and he uses it to flick the wax free of my skin, one cold jolt after another until I'm shivering, stripped bare of wax, reduced to just this rising need. His big hands coast over my bound arms, checking the circulation without fussing over me.
The softest flogger we own comes out of the toy chest. I've been very, very good apparently. It's my favorite for the light sting with very little thud-I can take quite a lot on my most sensitive places, and he knows this well. And he knows exactly where I both want and fear it. A few warm-up flicks against my back before he's circling to my front.
"How badly do you want milked?" he asks.
"Bad," I moan.
"Show me." He unleashes a series of flicks across the top of my tits. This isn't one of the punishing floggers-the soft red marks he raises will quickly fade but the sensation lingers as my need builds. He works his way down, and I am so wet my inner thighs are coated now. I start to tense my legs, and smack! A quick sharp blow across my nipples.
"None of that now," he chides. He knows I've climaxed from nothing more than muscle tension and his talented hands delivering well-placed blows. I widen my stance as his torment continues, a steady rain of sensation across my tits until I'm begging for his hands. I'm leaking a bit, but it's not enough. I know his hands will burn and sting a bit, and God, I want that.
Finally, he drops the flogger. "Move," he commands, a hand fisting in my hair. He maneuvers my swollen body until I am kneeling in front of the bed, then he pushes on my shoulders until the are supported by the low mattress, my face resting against the soft comforter. My belly and tits dangle in this position, and he pulls my hips until I am fully on display for him.
I hear the snick of his belt buckle behind me and my whole body starts to tremble as his pants hit the floor. He tosses his thick shirt beneath me and goosebumps break out along my back and arms. Finally. Finally I will get relief in the best way possible.
His big, muscular thighs widen my stance, large hands arranging my hips until his cock is brushing my swollen folds.
"You want Daddy?" he asks.
I moan my need.
"Say the words." His voice is a steel-toed command to my quivering insides.
"Fuck me, oh please fuck me." I know I've begged just right when I feel him against my opening, big blunt head demanding entry.
Slowly, his thick cock pushes in as he strokes my back, my bound arms, my belly. Anywhere but my tits until with a hard thrust, he's all the way in and his hands finally find my aching breasts.
Broad thumbs stroke down my dangling tits, finding my dripping nipples. I moan at the first hard pull. He's so damn good at timing thrusts to pulls, milking me firmly, almost roughly as he fucks me.
"You are beautiful just like this," he murmurs. "My little milk slut. My pregnant girl. Who owns you?"
"You do," I breath with the reverence I reserve for these moments.
"Who decides when you get milked?"
"You," I moan. "Oh, God, you. You. You."
"That's right. Good girl. Because you're mine. And if you need something what are you supposed to do?"
Ah. There was a lesson in all this after all. And I know the answer. "Ask."
"What do you need?" His voice is gentle as cotton, but firm as iron.
"You." Then the words spring free, pulled from my inner depths. My voice breaks. "I missed you. God, I missed you. I missed playing."
"Me too." His lips are at the back of my neck, a gentle kiss to the counterpoint of his rough thrusts. "But you're still mine. Still my girl."
"Fuck yes." I'm close, so close now as his thrusts are perfectly angled to scrape my g-spot as his thick fingers torture my nipples.
One broad hand leaves my now-empty tit, wet fingers trailing over my round stomach, finding my patch of hair, parting me. But not touching.
"Please. Please, I want to come. Please, Daddy."
"You need this?"
"Yes. Need you so bad." I'm whimpering and wailing now.
"That's it. Come for Daddy." His finger finds my clit as he hammers my g-spot. I come on a strangled cry. The orgasm crashes through me-an intense wave that makes my whole body clench-pussy. Thighs. Belly. Even my neck muscles get in on the action as I swallow reflexively.
His thrusts get erratic now, all finesse gone as he finishes with growl. I feel his cum hit my cervix, feel it drip out as he pulls back. Owned. I am owned, a fact underscored by each mark, each drip, each sweaty inch of me.
He unties my hands with infinite tenderness, rubbing my hands and arms. He helps me into the bed, cuddling me close. My hands are free now to roam, and I do, reacquainting myself with his body. Not to arouse. Just reconnect as we drift off to sleep, one of his broad hands on the curve of my belly, the other cupping a breast. Perfect. This is perfect.
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