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SueNH - My Stories (FF, MF, orgies, ect)
by SueNH
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Here is the complete collection of the SueNH stories. Also
included are all of the With Sue stories that the series
inspired. Thanks are due to all of the authors who spent
their time and energy to provide us with these great
stories.
Sue's Overture - Introduction to my stories
1 You Big, Me Doll
2 On The Dock
3 Warm Caribbean Night
4 Ironing in the Kinks
5 Louvre Love
6 To Serve and Protect
7 Guess Who's Coming At Dinner
8 Life's a Beach
9 Slippery When Wet
10 And Not A Drop To Drink
11 Film At Eleven
12 The Cocktail Table
13 Liar, Liar, Pants On Fire
14 Craftsmanship
15 Catty Corner
16 Here Cums Santa Claus
17 Gee Spot Run
18 Fun With Dick And Jane
19 Good Grief
20 Kachina
21 AdventureLand
22 Lucy In The Sky
23 Red Hot
Libre Island
Waiting For Late Night (sequel to Sue's Film at Eleven)
With Sue: Lab Partners
Across The Catty Corner
Boogie Woogie Diesel Train
Into The Woods
With Sue: A Weekend on the Island
Thanksgiving
Sue's Overture - Introduction to my stories
At the same time that I am posting any story (or series of
stories), I am going to try to post this introduction to
myself, mainly to answer some of the many questions, etc.,
that have been mailed to me in the past. I apologize to any
of you that have written notes to me and haven't gotten
replies. There just isn't enough time in any of my days.
First, here is a description of myself: I'm very blond, 5'
9," about 120 pounds, pretty slim. My hair is very straight
and hangs down past to just above my breasts. My tits are
not really large (maybe half-cantaloupe size) and stand up
fairly well. My nipples are a dull pink usually, and when I
get aroused, they become really long and hard with a sort of
squared-off end. And when aroused, just behind my nipples is
a sort of secondary breast, a small mound upon which the
nipple projects.
My navel is an "inny," and my tummy is flat and hard.
Continuing down, my pubic hair is very blond and sparse, but
the hairs are quite long. The hair goes down around my cunt
lips and peters out near my asshole, which is virgin (too
small and tight) but very pleasantly sensitive, as you can
tell from my stories. My outer cunt lips are thin and long,
and can be pulled away from my cunt maybe one and a half
inches. When I am really, really excited, those lips get
swollen up thick and turn from a dull pink to almost
crimson-purple. My inner lips do not protrude much and are
softly jagged (an oxymoron?) in contour. When my legs are
together, you can only see a dark vertical shadow of my
cunt. My clitoris isn't really very apparent to the eye,
unless of course I have been stimulated. But it can be
readily discovered by touch, and it almost feels like a soft
marble under the skin. Only when I'm really aroused does it
start to be more like a tiny cock, maybe an inch long.
My vagina is pretty tight all the time, and It is plenty
deep. My G spot is especially important to me. It is maybe
an inch or so up into the canal on the front side. Kind of
right behind my clitoris. I love to be stimulated there with
either a finger or by a carefully placed cock (when
available).
My ass cheeks are pretty tight and not very big, and my legs
are fairly long. Overall, I'm attractive, slim and fairly
strong, especially in my arms. I never wear a bra-it's not
necessary because of my size and firmness-and I especially
love satin and silk panties. And I love to be massaged,
especially my ass cheeks and my feet. It's such a sensuous
feeling.
Is that enough for you to embellish your fantasies about me?
If you have any specific questions about my appearance and
proclivities, let me know. I'll try to include more details
in future postings.
Many men have tried to proposition me over the Email. This
is a total waste of you efforts, since I am interested in
erotic fantasies ONLY as fantasies. I have no inclination to
mix up these fantasies with my real life. Writing and
sharing my fantasies in this forum is a totally safe way of
exploring this part of my psyche. Living out these fantasies
doesn't feel safe to me in any way. So forget it. I'm not
interested in meeting you, nor do I want to talk to you for
phone sex.
On the other hand, I am interested in receiving other kinds
of Email from my fans. Comments about my stories, and
suggestions for new stories are welcome. And it is a turn on
for me to know exactly and precisely how you reacted to my
stories, so descriptions of what you did and where you did
it are great. Just like I like graphic, anonymous story
writing and reading, I get off on graphic, anonymous
realities. If you masturbated while reading my stories, or
if you and your significant other had wild and passionate
lovemaking after sharing a story, then that is my gift to
you. In return, I think that I deserve to hear about it. And
I mean ALL about it. Don't your agree?
I do read all the Email that comes my way. But I'm sorry to
say that I don't answer very many at all... there is simply
not enough time to do this, and to write new stories, and to
enjoy my "real life," which is also very full and enjoyable.
I really enjoy stories written about me... Especially
stories that follow up on stories that I have written. It
gets me completely hot and bothered, and I usually find
myself reading these stories in the Jacuzzi with a hot jet
of water pulsating over my cunt. So, please consider writing
fantasies like that... and please consider posting them to
alt.sex.stories. It took me a while to get over being shy
about posting my fantasies, but now that I'm doing it, it's
kind of exciting.
If you do post stories that are sequels to mine, I would
love it if you would make them recognizable as been
associated with my stories. Please use a title such as "With
Sue: Life's a Beach (sequel)". Or something like that, so
that I (and other readers) can latch on to this connection.
I hope that we are then contributing to a genre of erotic
stories that are vividly erotic and graphic, yet humane and
do not involve non-consentual or painful types of sex. To
each his or her own; I truly believe in that principle. But
this is what I prefer to read. And judging from my Email,
many others are looking for stories of this type.
And if you write something about your fantasies about your
and me together, you may have reasons for not posting them
yourself to alt.sex.stories. If that is the case, I may be
willing to post your story for you, stripped of all
references to your name or your email address. Please let me
know if you'd like me to post your story for you. Don't be
shy. Everyone seems to think their writing stinks, but I
have found most of what people have written to me to be
quite good.
On another subject, someone wrote me recently to complain
that my use of the present tense in my stories way annoying
to him. So here is an explanation. I employ the present
tense because of the method that I use to write erotic
stories. I do not start with any plan or outline. Instead, I
simply sit down at the keyboard and close my eyes, letting
an erotic image form in my mind. Then I let that image
expand into a "situation," and then I start typing like
crazy, sometimes going for 4 - 6 hours at a time. ("Slippery
When Wet" took almost 8 hours, with only one bathroom
break). Of course, I go back afterwards to check for typos
(many, many) and to check for continuity and logic. It's
amazing how little problem there is with that, since I am
typing as I day-dream, and the stream of consciousness comes
out in a form that makes basic sense. Sometimes I have to
add a little at the beginning to provide more of a smooth,
sensible introduction.
Anyway, this way of writing lends itself to maintaining the
present tense. My fantasy is unfolding in the same moment
that I am recording it. I'm sorry if that throws you off the
"scent." I have read stories by others that are written in
the present tense, and it actually turned me on more than
past tense stories. Something about being in the moment,
sharing the moment..... I dunno. Actually, two of my stories
are written in the past tense: "Life's a Beach" and "Alice
and Joe and You and Me."
I am often asked to repost one or all of my stories. It is
amazing how often people have their transmissions cut off in
mid-story, or only get one part of a multiparter. I wish
that I had the time to simply mail you the parts of things
that you missed out on, but this is impractical. Every
couple of months or so, I'll try to repost all of my stories
at once, so that will be your chance to catch up on what you
think you missed. That is the best that I can offer.
And finally, to answer the most frequently asked question:
YES, I REALLY AM A WOMAN. How come so many have trouble
believing it? It seems to me, as I read many of the stories
in alt.sex.stories, that I can usually tell easily whether
the writer is a male or female, no matter what gender they
claim to be. In any case, what does it really matter. I
guess I don't care if you believe it, since this is all
meant to stimulate our lustful fantasies.
Hopefully you now know more about me and my story writing.
Maybe you know more that you ever wanted to know!! In any
case, enjoy the stories, and feel free to share them with
others.
Write me a note, or better yet, a sequel.
Sue
1 You Big, Me Doll
I'm deep into my sleep, and a dream comes bubbling to the
surface of my unconsciousness. In this incredible fantasy
world, I have become a doll-size woman, maybe 8 inches tall.
Strangely, this all seems totally normal to me, like I've
always been this size! I am naked and playing in the bottom
of my big bathtub with just 3 inches of warm water in the
bottom. It is like being in the bottom of a huge basin of
Lake Powell, with the smooth sandstone cliffs rising above
me and the warm waters lapping around my suntanned legs. I
lean back my head as if the ceiling light was the desert
sun, and suddenly a cloud blocks out the light. I open my
eyes and look up to see a huge foot lowering from above, and
I dive into the water and swim to the opposite end of the
tub.
>From this vantage point, I can see more clearly what is
happening. That foot is attached to a massive, muscular leg,
and following it up, I can see the rest of a giant's body-
your body. Everything is so gigantic from my doll
perspective, not the least of which is your cock, which
dangles down toward the water and sways back and forth as
you bring your other foot over the edge of the tub and into
the water. This generates a wave that almost knocks me off
my feet, and I shout up to you to be more careful. You let
out a loving laugh, and then move ever so slowly to lower
your body down into the water, with your feet on either side
of me. This raises the level of the water, so that I swim
around and do some dolphin dives, coming up near one of your
ankles and climbing aboard. With my feet planted in the
crook of your ankle, I lean back against the flat top of
your foot, and reach over my head to grab hold of your
middle toe. My nude body is stretched out long over your
foot in a most provocative "centerfold" kind of pose that I
know you like. Your smile becomes broader, and I can also
see a little twitching in the surface of your flaccid cock
that is lying draped over your thigh.
Hanging onto your toe, I pick my feet up off your ankle and
raise my toes up and up until they are over my head near my
hands with t he toes pointed straight up. Now you can see
the tight muscles of my long, slim legs, and you can see a
bit of pink flesh between my clenched ass cheeks. I let my
legs separate enough for me to let my face appear between my
knees, and then ever so gradually, I continue to allow my
feet to move apart, with my legs straight as your cock will
soon be. It takes a full minute for my legs to reach their
horizontal attitude, but when the do, I look like an upside-
down letter T, with all my weight hanging down from my arms
and your toes. Every muscle is tight and my body is slicked
down with the tub water and with the sweat of my exertions.
I look straight into your eyes, and I can see you straining
to focus on my crotch, which is spread absolutely wide open
for your examination. My private parts are, of course,
normal sized to my eyes, but they are incredibly petite to
you. I'm a walking, talking, anatomically correct, warm
blooded doll. No correction.... make that hot-blooded, for
displaying myself to you has not only been provocative to
you, it has really turned me on. A third kind of moisture is
now slicking down my skin between my outstretched thighs.
But I can't hold myself up any longer, so I gracefully let
my pointed toes drop back down to your ankles, and I let my
gaze drop back to your crotch. At the end of the long
crevasse dividing the two pink ridges of your legs, there
rises a tower of flesh that is almost scary in its
dimensions and its sudden appearance. My natural curiosity
overcomes my abating fear, and I know that I must get up
close and personal with your monument to sensuality. After
all, it was erected in my honor!
I recall my high-school gymnastics as I carefully walk down
the hard bone of your shin. It is so much like walking the
beam that I impetuously spring forward onto my hands and do
a handstand split. Again, my spread thighs give you a view
of the wet folds of my cunt, with the outer lips pulled wide
open so that you can see the purple inner lips and the tiny
entrance to my cunt, which is opening and closing in
suggestive winks. I walk forwards on my hands until I reach
your knee, and the up slope knocks me off balance, so that I
tumble off your bouncy skin into the water.
Again you bellow your warm laugh, and then you reach both of
your hands down to scoop me up into the cradled palms. There
in the puddle of water, I roll around until I am on my back,
my head at your fingertips and my feet dangling down between
your wrists. You lift me up toward your big, wide face, and
then I see the wet pink tip of your tongue sneak out from
between your lips. Out it comes from its hideaway, until it
extends three inches are exposed, almost half of my entire
height.
You lift my doll-body up to your tongue, and gently, ever so
gently, probe at my miniature toes. It feels both monstrous
and at the same time incredibly sexy. I spread my feet apart
and run them up either side of your tongue as it twitches
and squirms. Playfully, I kick my heels into your tongue,
and you respond by wagging it back and forth, swatting my
feet further apart until I let them settle down onto the
heels of your palms. Again, my legs are spread and my cunt
is split open to your view. I arch my back, raising my ass
up off your palms and pushing my cunt up toward your tongue.
Your tongue is so big and slimy, but I know you'll figure
out what to do with it.
And you do. First you stretch the tip out as far as you can
and insert it under my ass and up to the small of my back. I
wiggle my hips around on the slippery surface of your
tongue, and I can feel the hard bumps that feel rub my skin
like a luffa sponge. Then you pull your tongue back a bit,
and lap upward through my crotch and up and over the top
until I can actually wrap my arms around the firm flesh and
I bring my head forward and plant a big kiss onto your
tongue. It's like kissing a whale's tongue (do they have
tongues?). With your tongue extended up and out like this,
the flap of skin under your tongue is taut, and I push my
cunt up to it and hook my feet over onto the top of your
tongue, rubbing my puffy lips against this hard ridge. After
a bit of experimenting, I'm able to get some pressure
directly on my clitoris, and I rub it back and forth over
this string of slippery flesh. Yessss, that feels so good,
and my face is buffeted by your sweet breath as I stimulate
myself on the underside of your tongue.
When I get close to my orgasm, I lay back into your palms
and let your tongue tip lap up and down through my crotch. I
beg you to make your tongue more pointy, and this helps put
more pressure onto my clit. I reach down with my hands and
pull my outer labia out of the way. It's hard to keep my
grip as your tongue pushes around and around. It's working
for me, and my climax is getting close. My head lolls back
over the tips of your fingers and your thumbs reach over my
arms and begin to rub lightly over the points of my nipples.
The ridges of your fingerprints feel so incredible when
scaled to the proportions that I am experiencing now. My
nipples and my clitoris and my brain are all connected into
a frenetic feedback loop, and the electrical charge is now
over the threshold of sanity. My orgasm washes over my tiny
body in a way that makes me feel like I must be 8 yards tall
instead of 8 inches. Everything is so big and wet and
slippery and I feel so excited and wonderful. The moments
stretch into what seems like eternity.
Finally, the waves of pleasure abate, And I open my eyes as
you pull your cupped palms away from your face and lick your
lips. I can tell that you enjoyed playing with my doll body.
Now it is time, we both know, for my doll's body to play
with you. Your hands drop to your tummy, and I jump off the
"flying carpet" and my feet snag in the hair that curls up
on your lower torso. I fall forwards and land right as the
base of your cock, which has is now lost its erection while
you have been paying attention to my needs. For the moment,
it is maybe 4 inches long, and lies out over your thigh. I
crawl along it's length and when my face is even with your
cock's head, I stop to examine it in detail. The smell is so
strong, even though you have been in the tub for a while
now. I know you are clean, yet the sweet-and-sour smell is
still there, will always be a part of you. I love it, and
it's kind of intoxicating and so erotic. I kiss you just
under the helmet shaped crown, and run my tongue along this
edge. There are little bumps and undulations that I also rub
with my hands. Already, this is having an effect on you, for
I can feel the size of your cock swelling, and the surface
temperature is rising noticeably.
I nibble and kiss my way up to your piss-hole at the tip of
your cock, and use my fingers to pull it open enough for me
to lick all around inside, and now I have to wrap my arms
around the entire head as your cock is moving and twitching,
maneuvering itself around so that it points up at your chin.
I crawl up on top of your cock, and now it is at least as
long as I am tall. I let my head rest on the long tubular
ridge and I can feel the rush of blood pumping into your
cock in time with your quickening heartbeat.
Now I bring my lips up to the little sting of skin just
below your pisshole, and I lap my tongue all around, again
licking the ridge and bumps and all the way up to your hole.
Clear, salty pre-come oozes out and covers my entire face as
I pull some into my mouth. My arms are wrapped around your
cock, and I can just barely link my hands and this gives me
the leverage to squeeze and release and squeeze and release
your cock. I'm using my whole upper body as a pump, and I
also let my feet gently probe toward your balls. You like
this idea, and you take one hand and cup your balls bringing
them up toward my feet so that I can lightly roll the skin
around.
My small body is stimulating you, but after 10 minutes of
this, it becomes obvious that I just don't have enough
strength and weight to do the job by myself. So you take the
pink of your other hand (the one that isn't cupping your
balls) and insert it between my legs and you use that finger
to rub up and down on the surface of your cock. The rubbing
also affects the inside of my thighs, and I am able to
spread my knees enough so that your pinky gives me an
occasional random rub over my cunt. So now my face is
stimulating your cock's head, my chest and arms are pumping
the top of the shaft, your finger is stroking the lower
shaft, and my feet and your other hand are tumbling in your
balls. None of this stimulation is too strong, but the
cumulative effect is finally enough, and I feel your cock
stretch out even longer and get hotter. More precome is
dribbling out, more than I can lap up.
Now I feel stronger pulses pounding within your cock, and I
pull myself up and over the head of your cock, giving you a
chance to use your entire hand to stroke the length of your
cock. Sitting cross-legged in the indent of your navel, my
head is even with the wobbling crown of your cock, and I use
my hands to massage the entire head, using the precome as
lubrication. Suddenly your hand squeezes harder onto your
cock, and the first jet of come jets out of the opening, The
glob is forceful enough to push me over onto my back, and I
am covered with the hot, sticky cream. Spreading my legs, I
don't have to wait long until you direct the second jet of
come right into the juncture of my thighs, blasting my
entire cunt with the stuff. More and more comes out, and I
massage my skin and face and hair with the cream. I'm sure
that I look like a wet cat, but I'm not worried about
appearances. Now my hand reaches down between my legs and I
start to rub my clitoris vigorously with the flat of my
hand. As your orgasm diminishes, you gently let the weight
of your cock rest down onto my torso, and my hand is trapped
under the soft, hot, wet weight. But I continue to
masturbate beneath your deflating blimp, and with my other
hand, I scoop up puddles of your milky cream and feed myself
this long awaited dessert.
When my orgasm comes, it is softer and longer and more
tingly than my first one. I am transported to some other
heavenly place, where my senses are heightened by our erotic
experiences. My eyes close in the minutes of pleasure, and
when I open them, the scene has changed. I am back in my
bed, my dream has ended, and it is dawn. You are here with
me, kneeling next to my head with your half-erect cock
hanging down over my face. I stare into your eyes with love
and gratitude, and my hands and head lift up in unison to
grasp your cock and draw it into my mouth, ready for more
and more of my dreams to enter my morning... and my entire
day. It is going to be quite a day, I can tell.
2 On The Dock
I've rented a cabin for my one week Summer vacation. It's
way out in the woods of Maine, with a path that leads down
to a privately-owned beach with a low dock and a canoe. I'd
been there several times before, and it is just the perfect
place to get away from it all, and to recuperate from the
rigors of my work and my increasingly wild and complicated
social life. As soon as I pull into the driveway and drag my
suitcase into the bedroom, I walk straight down to the
water's edge.
It's so secluded there. Only one other cabin is on this
stretch of the shoreline, and I've never seen anyone
occupying it. Otherwise, it's a half mile to the nearest
civilization. As I had done in other years, I feel
comfortable with skinny-dipping in this secluded spot, and
so I strip down immediately and dive into the cool, clear
water. It is such a sensuous feeling having the liquid press
against all of my flesh, intertwining with my long flowing
blond hair and my arms and my legs and my sparse pubic hair.
Immediately, my nipples harden and become sensitive, and I
can feel the contrast of cold water and the warm flesh of my
cunt. The breast stroke is my favorite when I swim in the
nude, as it allows the water to wash deep in between the
folds of my labia.
After swimming out a hundred yards, I flip onto my back and
float on my back, paddling slowly back into the dock. The
sun beats down on my face, and through my squint I can see
the erect nubs of my nipples floating above the lapping
wavelets.
I pull myself up and onto the dock, and arrange myself on
the chaise lounge chair facing the sun. Then I smear sun
lotion all over my body. Once the wide expanses of skin have
been covered, I drop some lotion onto my breasts and give
them a deep and gentle massage, twisting the slippery
nipples. Oh, I'm getting stimulated now, and it's not long
until I squirt lotion into the palm of one hand and smear it
into cunt, and I make circular motions with my fingers that
push and pull my swollen lips back all around. I pull my
knees back toward my shoulders and let my feet be planted on
the dock well to the sides of the chair. Now using the
fingers of both hands, I grasp the outer lips and pull them
wide apart, leaning forwards to examine my wet, pink flower
of womanhood. The petals are crinkled and scalloped, and I
can see the opening to my vagina winking open and closed. It
is too much for me to hold off, so I insert one finger deep
inside and hook it upward so that it can circle and play
over my G spot. My other fingers dart and dodge all over my
unhooded clitoris and inner lips, and I can feel the flesh
inflating with the hot blood of my desire. It is amazing how
quickly my orgasm arrives, I'm sure that I have only been
playing with myself for a couple of minutes. But here it is
already, pulsating and throbbing all through my body. In the
solitude, I feel safe in expressing the beauty of this
moment, so I let out deep sigh that slowly transforms itself
into a guttural grunt and finally a rising scream that would
probably scare anyone if they could hear me. But this is
exactly how I feel - wild, uninhibited, and free.
Gradually, I let the muscles of my body relax, and my head
loll back. Pulling my soaking-wet hands out of my cunt, I
spread the liquid over my upper thighs and up to my belly
button. Hearing the twitter of the birds over my head, I am
soon fast asleep, dreaming of wild sex with strangers.
Slowly, the dreamy sleep state ebbs from my body, and I
become increasingly aware of reality. But with my eyes still
closed, there is something going on that seems connected in
with my dreams. I hear people talking about sex. Where am I?
I though I was alone out in the wilderness of Maine. But I'm
sure that these voices are discussing sex, specifically
stories that they have read on the Alt.sex.stories group of
the Internet. Oh my god, these are real people that read
that stuff. So do I, and recently I even posted a story
myself ("Me Doll, You Huge"). They have probably read my
story, I realize. Hearing them talk, it is obvious that they
really get off on the wild fantasies.
Opening my eyes slightly, I squint out over the water to the
dock of the supposedly uninhabited cabin. Sitting on the
edge facing my dock are two young and beautiful people, a
man and a woman, maybe 25 years old or so. They look like
they could be magazine models for Calvin Klein: sleek,
tanned, and tightly muscled. Their bodies are certainly easy
for me to examine, as they are also enthusiasts of skinny-
dipping. Their wet hair lets me know that they have already
been in for a dip. I must have been deep into my sleep to
not be awakened.
As I sneak my look at them through hooded eyelids, I realize
that what I can see of them, they can see of me. I am also
nude. In fact, I am lying back on this chaise lounge with my
legs still spread to either side, and my cunt spread wide.
Now that I focus attention on my position, I can even feel
the cool touch of the breeze on my damp cunt. Without
looking, I know that my golden pubic hair is matted flat to
my pubic mound, stiff with the dried up vaginal juices that
I spread around. My instinct is to pull my legs together and
to run away back up to the cabin. But I feel frozen in this
position, and now that I think of it, it is a little late to
be modest, for they have been sitting on the dock facing me
for a while, I guess. They are only 40 or 50 feet away, so
it seems a little silly to become modest and secretive about
my body when they have already examined it in detail.
So here I am being an exhibitionist, and it is a new and
exciting experience. I can feel the first tendrils of sexual
flame coursing through my nerves, yet I'm not sure what to
do about it. So far, they have no indication that I have
awakened. Should I sit up and wave to them, starting a
conversation as if this was a chance meeting in the
supermarket?
As I lay there trying to decide what to do, I let myself
hear the content of their dialogue. They aren't talking
about the erotic stories on the Net anymore. They are now
discussing parts of a woman's body. How beautiful a woman's
breast is when it is firm and upright, and when it has a
kind of secondary breast that lies just under the surface of
the areola. How perfect is a nipple when it is hard and
straight, with a squared-off end like a pencil eraser. And
how attractive blond pubic hair is, the wispyness that only
partly hides the narrow crevasse of the pink-lipped cunt.
How an excited woman's cunt becomes engorged with blood and
swells up until it looks something like a fuzzy, ripe peach,
juices running down the slice until the drip into the
rosebud of her asshole, and then down onto the plastic
cushion of the deck chair.
Wait a minute.... did they say deck chair?... WOW, this
isn't an abstract discussion of an anonymous woman's sexual
parts. They are talking about me, and through squinting
eyes, I look into their faces and see their gazes fixed
directly on my totally exposed body. Those double-mounded
breasts and the swollen, dripping cunt that they have
described with enthusiasm and admiration are mine. I guess
that I am dripping with sexual tension and anticipation, now
that I think of it. This is so arousing being discussed as
if I am not here. And the complements are making me feel
good too. A big part of me knows that I am an attractive and
healthy looking woman, but every once in a while, doubts
begin to creep in. Just a few minutes ago I found myself
comparing myself to these two beautiful people, so it boosts
my ego to hear myself praised.
Their appreciation of my sexual attributes has had a not-
too-unexpected effect on them. Dropping my hidden gaze down
the man's body, I can see his erection pointing straight up
into the air, and now the woman reaches over his thigh and
begins to squeeze and fondle his cock. In turn, his hand
inserts itself between her thighs and she spreads her legs.
And I thought I was uninhibited to remain lying there for
them to see. Don't they think I might wake up? Well I guess
they don't care, or maybe they are hoping that I will wake
up. They certainly haven't been speaking in whispers, for I
have been able to hear every word over the short expanse of
water.
Again I am wondering what I should do next, and My thoughts
are preempted by their actions. I hear the woman say that
she doesn't feel the need for physical foreplay, that the
scenery of the lake and their graphic talk has made her
ready and anxious to have the man start to fuck her right
away. They speak so explicitly to each other! He teasingly
tells her that perhaps they should wait a bit, but she
laughs and then pleads with him to get with the program.
With that, she twists around so that she is kneeling on the
deck with her rear end pointing right at me. He kneels
beside her and reaches over her ass cheeks and runs a finger
down into the crease of her cunt. Now that they have turned
away from me, I can open my eyes more fully, and this allows
me a better view. The first thing I notice is that both of
them are shaved completely. There is not a single hair on
either of their pubic hairs. It makes them seem younger,
although they are obviously not teenagers. And in their
current positions, I can see her cunt looking just like the
peach that she saw in my cunt, with the wet split down the
middle. His cock juts out and arches up, occasionally
bumping into her hip as he slides his finger back and forth
in her cunt, massaging her clitoris.
She is obviously enjoying this stimulation, but she isn't
satisfied by it. She wants his cock now, and he finally
relents to her begging and position himself behind her ass,
toes draped over the edge of the dock. My view of her cunt
is now gone, but is replaced by his smooth ass with rippling
muscles fluttering around as he inserts his cock into her
cunt. Once he is deeply embedded, he shifts his weight onto
his left knee, and lifts his right foot up and over her leg.
His right thigh is almost up and over her ass, and now I can
see his hairless balls dangling below his exposed asshole.
Since they are both facing directly away, I lean forwards
and crane my neck towards the couple. One finger begins to
toy with my clitoris, but I am too enchanted with the view
to pay much attention to myself.
Now the woman is emitting a sharp grunt each time the man
sheathes his long curved cock deep into the scabbard of her
vagina. Her shoulders drop to the deck, one fore arm
cradling her head. Her other hand reach under herself and I
can see exactly what she is ding in the shadows of their
thighs. She is using four of her fingers to prod and juggle
his balls, and as he saws back and forth, she extends her
thumb back into her cunt, so that it can rub hard over her
clitoris. The work of her hand results in the reward she has
intended, for now they are both howling and hollering. Maybe
this is kind of like what I sounded like when I was
masturbating a few hours ago.
I am amazed at how long they are able to keep this up. They
seem so close to the peak of their excitement, but they hold
off having their orgasms. When they appear to be getting
close, the man becomes motionless, and the woman rocks
herself methodically onto his cock. When the time finally
arrives, he grasps her hips and pulls her ass hard into his
groin as he repeatedly lunges his cock into her as if he
were the piston in a motorcycle engine. I can see his sweat-
shiny ass cheeks glisten in the hot sunlight. His muscles
suddenly tense up and he stops moving as his orgasm seizes
control. The woman screams at his that she is coming as
well, and she starts to grind her ass around in a circular
motion.
Just at that moment, the man swivels his upper body around
so that he is facing me again, and his eyes lock with mine.
A broad and friendly smile covers his face, and the tip of
his tongue licks around his lips. As his orgasm mounts and
then passes its peak, his eyes clench shut, and he surprises
us all by arching his body backwards, which shifts his weigh
enough to pull the woman and him out over the edge of the
dock. Joined together still at the hips, they flail their
arms outwards and splash into the water. And then they sink
below the surface. Where did they go? They have disappeared
for at least 30 seconds, and the surface of the water
becomes mirror-still again. With the glare of the sun, I
can't see through the reflective veneer.
I begin to worry about their disappearance, when they scare
the daylights out of me by launching themselves out of the
water like cruise missiles, only 3 or 4 feet in front of my
position, splashing water all over my sun-heated skin. It
makes me jump up from my chair, and on impulse, I leap into
the air, curling myself into a tight cannonball, and land
next to them in the lake. When I come to the surface, we
wordlessly come together in a three-way embrace. Each of my
hands slides down a back and grabs hold of a hard ass cheek.
They do the same to me..............
It's going to be one hell of a week here in the Maine woods.
I thought I was here to get away from it all in complete
solitude. Now it appears that I've stumbled into a wild and
animalistic orgy that will both excite and relax me in a way
that I could only dream about. Will I need any of the
clothes that I brought? I hope not. Time will tell. I'm
tingling all over thinking about the rest of the week.
3 Warm Caribbean Night
We've rented a little hut on a remote island in the
Caribbean, and this is the first time we've spent the night
together. But I trust you from just the few innocent dates
we've had together, and I've been secretly wanting to make
love to you. Dreaming about it, waking up in a hot sweat
with my hand between my legs. I know it will be good.
So now you have gone out to swim in the ocean in the pitch
blackness. I'm too scared to go, so I stay in the hut and
change into my filmy short nightgown and loose-legged
panties made of the most slippery purple satin. And I wait
for you, looking out through the open window with the breeze
rustling my hair. I see the ghostly waves breaking, and I
hear the parrots and the crashing surf. But I can't see you.
I'm starting to feel scared for you, and it gives me a
little tingle of excitement that radiates from my moistening
crotch. You've been gone an hour now and all I can think of
is sex.
I feel the lightest touch of a hand on the back of my
shoulder, and I force myself to resist the temptation to
turn around to see if it is you. I'm sure that it is. Your
hand starts to slide around on the satin lubrication of my
gown, rubbing and massaging my back. It sends a wonderful
shiver down my spine, and I feel week in the knees. But I'm
still leaning on the window sill. Your massage is getting
harder and deeper, and it relaxes the fear/tension that I
had been feeling.
The moon is suddenly covered by a thick cloud, and at the
same moment, your hands slip around under my armpits and cup
my breast. My nipples are hard and sticking out through the
slippery satin as you lightly pinch and roll them through
the material. I feel your moist and hot breath on my neck as
you nuzzle in, and now I can feel your wet bikini bathing
suit pressing up against my ass. Mostly I feel the hot and
wet cock that is enclosed in the wet Lycra, straining
against the tight material.
As you nibble my earlobe, I feel your rough cheek and then
ever so slowly, your right hand slides down... and slides
down... and slides so easily over the satin. I love the feel
of the sliding so much, but I also want your hand to slide
further. As if to help, I push up on my toes, to bring my
cunt closer to your hand. But you are teasing me. It's so
absolutely dark that all I can see is the faint white crest
of the waves.
Finally your hand reaches my cunt and your index finger
slips down through the lips of my sex, feathering my clit
through the silky material. The moisture is staring to
totally soak the satin, and you push deeper through the
folds of my labia, pulling up and hooking my clit. This
pulls me backwards onto the tight mound of your cock, and I
slowly dance my cheeks across it.
Suddenly, you pull away, then grip me by the waist and turn
me around and then hoist me up onto the wide hard
windowsill. I can't see a thing of you or the room, it's
like pure black velvet with the faintest ghosts. At first
you are not touching me, but then I feel your hands on my
knees. You slide up under the gown and grip the band of my
panties. Down they come, as my heart rises in my chest.
Hands back on my knees. Gently you push them apart, and I
don't resist. I reach down and grab the soles of my feet and
lean back, opening myself completely. You can't see
anything, but the musk of my wet cunt must be a beacon to
you, because your mouth makes no error as it targets on my
cunt. You aren't touching me anywhere else, just your lips
pushing apart the labia, and your pointy tongue lapping
upward over my clit again and again, faster and faster.
Now your right hand, the same one that teased me earlier,
cradles my groin, and your thumb hooks in under my clit,
massaging the entrance to my cunt, sliding over the whole
are and even lightly over my asshole. Everything is so
slippery and wet.
Your thumb is now in my cunt, and the side of it is pushing
upward toward your mouth. You are so wise. You know about my
G Spot, and you rub it back and forth with increasing
pressure, matching the rhythm of your tongue playing harder
and harder on my clit. I'm going crazy, and to keep my
balance, I have to let go of my feet and reach for the heavy
wooden curtain rod overhead. On top of everything else, it
feels great to stretch out my tits and let the breeze tickle
my nipples. One of my hands comes down to do more of that
work, and my feet rest on your shoulders and my knees splay
wide
Then it hits me. It was so mellow and perfect for so long-
time seemed to have stood still-and then suddenly my orgasm
washes over me like an 8 foot wave, and the top of my head
blows off and my hands come down to pull your head against
my whole cunt area. Your thumb vibrates fast over the G
spot, and pulse after pulse throbs through me.
Wow. Before I can catch my breath, you cradle me like a
newlywed and carry me over to the padded armless chair. You
sit down, and I sink down to my knees in front of you,
resting my sweaty ass onto my heels. You help me pull off
your bathing suit, and I'm so turned on that I sink my face
into the inside of the suit. The smell is so wonderful, and
the precome that you have left in the front of your suit is
like hot oil. I smear it all over my lips and nose, and even
suck the last of it out of the material. Then I grab your
cock, which is as hard as a salami. The skin is stretched
tight, and I nibble my way down to your balls as you spread
your legs and scootch forward to the edge of the chair. One
by one, I pull your balls into my mouth and suck lightly,
and pull the hair with my teeth.
Then upwards I nibble, using my teeth and fingernails to
tickle and tease you, and then I reach the head, which is
radiating heat. It is dry and taut except for the stream of
precome dripping down one side. I lick hard around the ridge
of the head, where I know you have the most sensitive spots.
And finally, into the wet cavern of my mouth goes the
tip...........and then the head.............and then the
ridge..........and my mouth starts to push my fingers down
further and further until I can't take any more. Now my hand
pumps up and down on the bottom part of your cock, while my
lips grip down hard and I suck in with my cheeks, like a
pump. You know what I want, and you know that you don't have
to hold out, since we'll have plenty of time for "regular"
sex later. So I pump and suck harder, saliva and precome
mixing in my mouth and flowing down around my fingers. Your
feet rise off the floor and start pushing into my sides, and
I can feel the tension rising in all your muscles, in your
whole body. And I can feel your cock twitching and bobbing
in my tight mouth. Your hands weave into my hair, not
capturing me, just playing and sliding around.
Then you are going off. At first I can feel the contractions
in your body three times, then finally the come starts
squirting out into my mouth. After a couple of squirts, I
pull you out and push up higher onto my knees and pump your
cock as your come now splashes onto my breasts and nipples.
I massage my rigid nipples with your blunt cock-head,
smearing the come around. Then I use your cock as a spoon to
pull the come back up to my mouth.
You lift me up to straddle your legs, your cock drooling
into the sparse blond hair of my cunt. And your face dips
down to lick the come off my breast. The roughness of your
tongue thrills me. Then you lift your head up and kiss me
hard, and your tongue slides into my mouth. Incredibly, it's
our very first kiss, and your tongue is coated with your
come, which I receive as a tasty gift. Your head goes back
down to my breasts as your hands grip and massage my ass,
tickling my asshole ever so lightly. I throw my head
back..........
And at that moment, the clouds finally part from the moon
which is full and bright. And there I see you standing
beside me, stroking your hard cock. This man trapped between
my sweaty legs is not you! He is a stranger, an island
native who saw the desire and sexual need in my eyes as I
leaned out the window waiting for you. And you came in and
observed what you could see, and listened to the wild sounds
of my erotic heights. You shared vicariously and truly my
pleasures and my cravings. I'm staring into your eyes as you
are coming now, and I lean over to draw your cock into my
mouth, drinking down your come. I can tell from the sweet
wordless look in your eyes that you accept me for what I am,
that you aren't jealous, that you are willing to explore my
deepest, most secret sexual mysteries with me. You want to
understand the untamed animal that lives inside my normally
quiet and civilized persona. We will come together again and
again with excitement and vibrant feeling, totally safe in
these lustful explorations. I lick my lips with tasty
anticipation.
4 Ironing in the Kinks
We've come home from the Caribbean after a week of great
sexual explorations that help us to discover the intense
erotic needs that we both have hidden away too long. You had
to go back to work today, but I have one more day off. So
I'm unpacking my suitcase, and I come across the satin
panties that I was wearing that dark night a week ago. They
haven't been washed, and I know that they carry the scent of
my excitement. Just thinking about it gets my juices
flowing, but I keep myself from reaching down to touch
myself. All I'm wearing is a long nightgown... nothing else.
I'm enjoying teasing myself with just these shivering
thoughts and the feel of the fabric rubbing over my nipples.
Now I've just finished doing the laundry left over from the
trip. It has evoked so many sexy memories of all the crazy
things we did last week. Each piece of clothing I touch is
whispering secret stories into my ears. My whole body is
getting charged up and alive.
Ironing is normally such a drag, but I get out the ironing
board. And that's when I hear a knock on the door to my
apartment. It's you! A computer failure at the office gave
you the rest of the day off. And right away, you can tell
from the look in my eyes what it is that I have in mind. As
if I wasn't obvious enough, I slowly lick my lips. I can
almost hear your mind churning; you're looking around the
apartment looking for a prop to use for a new sexual
adventure. Whatever it is, I know that it will be good.
Your gaze settles on the ironing board. What do you have in
mind, I wonder. You turn me around and gently guide me over
to the narrow end of the board. I hear you pull down the
zipper of your trousers, and then the rustle of your pants
dropping to the floor. Then you reach around me to pull off
the ironing board cover, leaving only the vinyl protector.
Grasping the gown at my waist, you inch the material upward
gradually until I feel the room air on my rear and on my
cunt hair, which is soaking wet. It feels so cool; it makes
me shiver. I can't help but clench the muscles of my cunt,
which squeezes out more of my vaginal fluid. Your hands rise
up my sides, knuckles bumping along my ribs, lightly
tickling, bringing a giggle to my lips. As your hands reach
my armpits, I raise my arms, and you lift the nightgown all
the way up and off. I leave my arms straight up in the air,
and you toss the gown aside and cup my breasts, gently
pumping, fingers straddling my nipples You push me forwards
with your hips... actually, it is your semi-hard cock that
probes at my ass and pushes me forward. The blunt end of the
ironing board bumps into my cunt, and I can't help but to
push my mons against the cool vinyl. Even through my thick
labia, I can feel the pressure against my enclosed clitoris.
Mmmmm.
You step back from me and I turn my head to watch you strip
off your clothes. I'm sure I know what's coming. You are
going to bend me forward and plunge your cock into my cunt.
I'm picturing it and anticipating it, wondering if you are
going to tease me by slowly going in, a quarter inch at a
time, or are you going to push into me all in one stroke? I
know that I'm wet enough for you to do that easily if I
concentrate on loosening all my cunt muscles. I slowly
wiggle and shimmy my ass at you, and wink with my eye. If
you could see my crotch right now, you would probably see it
winking, too.
But instead of accepting my wanton invitation, you start
walking away across the room. What do you have in mind? Into
the dining room you go, and then you come back with a couple
of dining chairs. You place one just beside my right foot,
and one beside the left. What on earth!! On your
instructions, I step on to the chairs, with my legs spread.
Then you step up behind me and lay your cock straight out
onto the tip of the ironing board, which is at the perfect
height. I can look straight down between my breasts and
below my sparse and matted cunt hair to see your cock, which
is drooling onto the vinyl. That is all I can see of you
without turning around. Your hands grab my waist and gently
pull me down, and down. I lean forward and grip the sides of
the board, and then settle down the last few inches so that
my cunt opens wide and my labia part around the length of
your shaft. I now can see only the head of your cock. Your
hands come up to my breasts and tweak my nipples, and I
can't stop myself any longer. I quickly discover that I can
move forward and back and rub my clit over the length of
your cock. Your precome is mixing with my flowing juices,
and there is plenty of lubrication. My labia are literally
swallowing your cock, licking the sides like dual tongues.
And best of all for me is the feeling that I get as my clit
pops over the raised edge of the crown of your cock. It's
like you were licking me and I were licking you at the same
time.
I'm glad that I bought this heavily-built ironing board,
because I'm really starting to rock back and forth faster
and harder. I can hear your encouraging whispers and grunts,
and I'm gasping and panting too. My long blond hair hangs
straight down and I start whipping it around as my head
dances. You remain perfectly still as I caress your cock. I
don't know how you have the discipline. My own body is
thrashing and pistoning with no way that I can control it.
I'm going to have my orgasm now, and you can sense it, I'm
sure, since you tell me that you too are about to come.
And there it is. I stop pistoning and start vibrating and
squeezing my thighs together rhythmically. Looking down
between my breasts, as my eyelids flutter, I can see the
jets of your come spurting forward along the ironing board.
Fireworks are going off in my head, and more of my juices
are flowing down onto your cock. I lose my ability to stand
on my legs and fall forward onto the ironing board and your
pools of come. I'm so exhausted and satisfied. It's too much
for me, and I lose consciousness, falling into a sleep that
I know will be as filled with erotic dreams as my cunt will
be filled with your rejuvenated cock later today. I hope
your post-orgasmic nap is as sweet as mine.
'Til then, Satisfied Sue
5 Louvre Love
Across the wide marble floor of the art museum, I think I
see your face again. It's too much of a coincidence! I saw
you earlier, I'm sure at the fountain in the park. I was
watching the cute little stone cherubs peeing into the
water, while you were staring up at the muscular nude
goddess towering above the main geysers. And I'm pretty sure
that was you last night standing on the bridge over the
Seine, gazing dreamily into the churning water. Now, here at
the museum, our paths intersect again.
I decide to follow you for a while. First you are drawn to a
huge painting that depicts maybe a dozen nude men and women
cavorting in a Springtime glen. Next you stop in front of a
realistic sculpture of a nude man and woman in a deep
embrace. Their polished granite surfaces remind me of the
sheen of sweat that would be covering my skin if I was in
such an embrace. My curiosity about you started as an
interest in the coincidences. but now I am feeling the very
first tendrils of desires snaking up through my muscles.
These desires seem out of place here in this public place.
Finally, there you are in front of a gigantic abstract
painting that is filled with massive swirls of intense
colors. I'm not sure if this is what the artist had in mind,
but the power of the painting is, for me, absolutely sensual
and even erotic. The crimson reds and flesh colors evoke
images in my minds eye of all sorts of body parts: open
vulva......rounded buttocks.........erect
penises...........rubbery nipples...........wet lips and
tongues.
It was obvious to me what was on my mind, and as I pulled my
eyes away from the magnetic image, I turned to look over to
see if you had moved on. No, you are still staring up at the
gigantic tableau. I can't help but to let my eyes travel
down your body. You too have sex permeating your experience
of this painting, for the front of your khaki trousers is
tautly stretched over an upthrusting erection. In staring at
the result of your interest in the painting, I almost think
I can see your cock pulsing slowly inside your thin pants.
I've never been a particularly brave or upfront person with
strangers. But here I am alone in Paris. Nobody knows me or
will scold me for being brazen. So I take a deep breath and
move quietly towards you. Paying no mind to the dozens of
art lovers wandering around the gallery behind us, I sidle
up silently beside you and turn my face up toward yours. I
say in a husky whisper "the painting is having the same
effect on you that it is on me". And with that, I let my
head turn slowly downward and give an obvious stare at your
tented crotch. I can't believe that I am doing this, but
what the Hell!!
When I look back up, you have turned towards me and we stare
into each other's eyes for what seems like hours. Part of me
wants to run away as fast as I can, but instead, I take your
hand in mine. I know my palm is moist, but yours feels even
hotter. I start to lead you across the floor, but you seem
bewildered. When you start to ask a question, I reach over
and put my finger over your lips to silence you, and then I
press the tip of my finger between your lips, against your
teeth. After a moment of resistance, your teeth open, and I
slide my finger in over your tongue and worm it around
slowly. The surprise in your eyes melts away, and I can see
that you are willing to trust me about this. You know that I
have your pleasure in mind, as well as mine.
I take your hand again and continue to lead you, till we
stand in front of the elevator. Getting in, I press the
lowest button, which takes us down to a dark vaulted
hallway. It seems like we have gone back in time to the
Middle Ages. But I know my way around, having been an art
student in Paris many years ago. In the dark, we shuffle
down the hallway, and I open a door into a huge storeroom,
lit by bare bulbs way above us in the echo-filled arches
overhead. It's so eerie and mysterious, and I tingle with
excitement. Just as we pass through the door into this room,
I circle behind you and reach around to cup your crotch,
quickly confirming that you have not lost your erection. A
quick squeeze, and then I push you forward from behind, 'til
we stand in an area surrounded by erotic paintings and
sculpture. This is where the museum stores away the
masterpieces that are considered too libidinous to show to
the public. The museum staff keeps them on display for their
own research (we know why they really keep up the display,
don't we?).
You stand in awe, body rigid with curiosity and shock, and I
don't feel any more inhibitions about what I'm doing. I drop
suddenly to my knees (the cold hard concrete is such a
contrast to the feelings coursing through my veins) and pull
open the button at the top of your fly, then rapidly yank
down the zipper. And without wasting a moment, I hook my
fingers into the waistband of your tight designer jockey
shorts and pull down your pants and shorts all at once. Your
cock thrusts up into the air, arching up toward the faraway
ceiling. I tell you to step out of your loafers and pants,
and then I blow a stream of air onto your cockhead, which is
fat with your hot blood engorging it. I tickle your balls
and you spread your legs. You almost seem to be in a trance
as I purse my lips over the tip of your cock and gently milk
your balls. When I take one hand and press the tips of my
fingers up behind your balls and press upwards and forwards
right in front of your asshole, I push a dollop of precome
up through your rigid cock, and it drools out onto my lips.
The taste is so salty and enticing. When I draw my head
away, a thin string of your come stretches between my mouth
and your throbbing cock. It's clear and glistening, like a
glass-blowers string of hot drawn glass. Suddenly, I thrust
my head forward and suck your cock in as far as I can stand
and give you a series of short, hard sucks that make your
knees shake. Then I pull away.
You look down at me in seeming disappointment; but I smile
broadly, lips still wet with your come. And then I lead you
over to a large stone sculpture depicting two figures that
are maybe twice life size. The man is sitting on a smooth
stone, and the voluptuous woman is seated on his lap, her
back against his muscular chest. She is impaled on his cock.
Actually, all we can see are his balls, but it takes little
imagination to picture his penis far up inside her belly.
Her face is turned upward and she is obviously is in the
throes of ecstasy.
I pull your turtleneck up and over your head, and then tell
you to climb up onto the sculpture and seat yourself on the
woman's lap. The marble must feel icy cold on your sweaty
ass, for I see you squirm and your cock bobs around. As you
finally settle into a comfortable position, I tease you with
striptease that is not in the least subtle. I feel so
absolutely brazen and wild, but not a bit guilty about it.
And I love the feeling of being so much in control. Not once
have I given you any choice about what is happening. Not
that I think you are complaining. Far from it.
Naked now, I caress my breasts and push them up toward my
face. I can just barely stretch out my tongue to flick at
the tips of my nipples, and they are stimulated into blunt
points like large pencil erasers. Then I drop my right hand
down onto my thin cunt hair, and squat down. My knees spread
wide, and I watch you watching me, as I make long strokes up
and down between the lips of my cunt. My right hand
continues to milk at my breast, pinching hard on my nipples.
My head swings back and forth splashing my long blond hair
around my shoulders. Behind me, I know that there is another
sculpture of a nude life size male, standing straight up and
with an obvious erection. He is uncircumcised, and the
ridges of his skin are polished yet textured. He is made of
glistening bronze. Without looking back, I shuffle my feet,
gradually propelling myself backward until I feel the cold
hard metal phallus on my rear. I lean forward and grasp my
knees, then ever so slowly let my weight shift backwards,
and the bronze cock of this ancient god gradually spreads my
labia and then penetrates up into my vagina. Again, the
extreme contrast of hot and cold. It sends shivers up my
spine, and one hand reaches down to stoke my clitoris. I can
feel all of the hard folds of skin and the raised veins on
this god's magnificent cock.
When I look up at you, your fist is around your hard cock,
and you are jacking yourself off. Sternly, I command you to
stop doing that, that you must save all of that for me.
Although you seem surprised by my determination, you
nevertheless follow orders, and you place your hands on the
outside of your thighs, gripping the stone thighs of the
woman you are seated upon. Your cock glistens from the
precome that you have drawn out and onto your cock. I make a
few slow thrusts back and forth on the god-cock and it feels
so good. The metal is warming and is so slick with my watery
juices. The smell of my sex is all around me. Then I pull
off of the cock, and lean over to it and lap up some of the
wet coating.
Now I come over to you, and climb up the sculpture. Facing
away toward the silent god that I have just finished
fucking, I straddle your legs and drop down all at once onto
your cock. It seems to be just as hard as the god-cock, but
it certainly is not as cold. I'm still wide open from being
fucked by the god (no-I guess that I fucked him, didn't I?),
so your long cock goes all the way in without any real
resistance. There is no stopping me now, as I've got my
second wind. Your hands grasp my hips firmly, and we work
together to lift and drop me, up and down, in and out. My
breasts are swinging around wildly. My hands are on your
knees for balance, and I look down to see your beautiful wet
cock revealing itself and then hiding away, again and again.
My swollen cunt lips wrap themselves around it, trying to
pull you back in each time you pull out. Below are your
hairy balls, covered with my dripping juices. And below your
balls are the stone balls of the man underneath all of this
frenzied action. Another contrast: the absolute stillness of
the sculpture, and the abandonment of our coupling above.
Since your grip on my waist is obviously firm, I reach down
with one hand and start fondling your balls, and with the
other I go back to rubbing and pinching my nipples. Your
balls are wonderfully sensitive, I discover, because after
only a few seconds of my treatment, you are already
orgasming. As you start bucking around in ecstasy, I need to
reach above me to hold onto the head of the woman above us.
I pull myself upward and hold my position as you thrust
upward several more times, and then fall backwards, your
cock slipping out.
You look dazed, but I still haven't gotten to have my
orgasm. I'm certainly not going to leave that situation
remedied, so I pull you up and take up a new position on the
sculpture. I lean my torso forward onto the woman's thigh,
and my head rests just in front of the commingled crotch, my
lips almost within reach of the stone man's balls. My rear
is positioned just over the woman's knee, and I tell you to
let your mouth pleasure me. You stand on the floor, and your
head is right at the level of my cunt. As you stare at my
swollen cunt and imbibe the strong aroma of our juices, I
squeeze my cunt muscles a couple of times, and I can feel
your pearly semen slipping out and down onto the stone. But
I don't want to wait, and I insist that you get to work.
Your first few licks are hesitant, and I realize you aren't
as used to tasting a man's come as I am. But it doesn't take
you too long to get into the swing of it, and pretty soon
you are lapping in long swipes that start on my clitoris and
end up all the way up to my coccyx. It's a dreamy feeling,
but eventually I ask you to concentrate on my clitoris.
Which you do eagerly. Our combined juices are still dripping
down onto your tongue and then I feel two of your fingers
push into me. I can hear the squishing sounds as your
fingers probes around, and I describe to you where my G spot
is. After a few attempts, you find it and I encourage you to
rub it firmly with a circular motion. I reach behind me and
pull my ass cheeks apart so that you can have total free
access. Your thumb lightly caresses my asshole. My clitoris,
my cunt, and my asshole are all being stimulated at once,
and I add to this by massaging my breasts into the stone
woman's thigh. I stare ahead into the joining of the woman's
cunt with the man's balls. As I stretch my tongue out to
lick at the cold juncture between the two of them, you
nibble down hard on my clitoris and suck my labia up into
your mouth. That's perfect, and I immediately go over the
edge and into an incredible orgasm. I'm coming and coming. I
squeeze down hard on my ass cheeks with my hands. Wave after
wave washes over me, and your fingers vibrates over my g
spot. I gulp in air between the electric pulses of each
pounding wave, and my cunt clenches down on your fingers. I
feel my asshole palpitating around the tip of your thumb. My
orgasm lasts for so long,......... until finally it
subsides, and I take a moment to get my wits about me. Then
I push your face and hands away and give you a deep kiss,
sliding my tongue deep into your mouth. Then, I quickly hop
down off the sculpture, and while you stand there in shock,
I put on my clothes and walk away, through the door. Just
before I step into the elevator, I shout back to you that
I'll be in Geneva all next week and I'm guessing that we'll
meet there. It will be your turn to be in control.
6 To Serve and Protect
After a couple of days at the vacation cabin in the back
woods of Maine (see "On the Dock," which is a story that I
posted previously), and plenty of titillation and hijinx
with my new friends from the neighboring cottage, I have run
out of groceries, so I've gone off to the market in town.
I'm on the way back now, and I am really enjoying the wild
and free feeling that comes from zipping down the dirt road
in my Miata convertible. Wind flows through my long blond
hair, which streams out behind me. My thin silk blouse is
pressed against my chest, and I can even feel the pressure
of the wind buffeting against the super-sensitive nerve
endings in my nipples. They are becoming quite erect, and
looking down, I can see all the detailed topography of my
nipples and areola: the swells and bumps and even a hint of
the pink color showing through the sheer material. My
attention to the road is tenuous at best, and my arousal
leads me to mentally relive some of the moments I have spent
during the past few days here in Maine. That first day
watching the clean-shaven neighbors through squinted eyes as
they played each other's bodies like finely tuned
instruments. Mmmm.
As these images cavort around in my mind, I'm feeling sexier
and sexier. I just have to play with my breasts for a
minute. The silk is plastered to me like a second skin, and
it feels unbelievably sensuous as use my left hand to
massage the firm and plump flesh of first one, and then the
other breast. The nipples get some needed attention, being
prodded and pinched and tweaked. I can feel tickles of muted
sexual energy radiating down into the depths of my belly,
and eventually I let my hand slide down from my breasts, and
then my fingers thread themselves around the buttons and
poke gently into my belly button, stirring up more passion.
I'm struggling to keep some small portion of my attention on
the road, and I let my speed drop to a more controllable
rate. But I can't resist letting my hand continue to slide
further "south" until it hooks around the hem of my short
skirt, and upwards toward the moistening target. My thighs
part as much as they can under the cramped circumstances,
and the edge of my skirt blows up in the wind so that I have
free access to the crotch of my panties. Even before my
fingers reach all the way up to my satin-covered cunt, I
know that they will be greeted by a spreading wet spot, and
that certainly turns out to be the case. If it wasn't for
the wind, I surely would be inhaling the sultry aromas of my
juices.
I start by sliding my index finger up and down through the
separating outer labia. The combination of moisture and the
red stain creates an incredibly friction-free lubricant. And
I discover that I can hook my finger down and in so that the
tip of my finger traces all the way up from my asshole,
pushed against the seat, and then up into the entrance to my
vagina, over my urethra, and then finally popping over my
clitoris. Repeating this motion several times, I find my
entire body twitching each time that my fingertip bobbles my
clitoris, and this results in a little swerve of the car.
Fortunately, this road from the village to my cabin is
deserted and fairly wide, for I am straddling and swerving
around the imaginary centerline of the gravel road.
Jeez, this is feeling good, and I am tempted to just pull
over to the side so that I can really masturbate with vigor,
maybe using both hands, one on my cunt and the other
massaging and twisting my tingling nipples. I know that my
clitoris and my breasts would feel connected to one another
in a triangular vortex, and the raw sexual energy would echo
back and forth among these erogenous zones, strengthening
with each reverberation until I reach the crest of my
orgasm. As I think about what that would be like, and as I
continued to teasingly pluck at my clitoris as if it was the
string of a standup bass, I suddenly notice that I am coming
up on the driveway to the cabin, and I need to pull my left
hand up from my crotch to the steering wheel so that I can
turn my little sports car into the driveway.
Once I've got it about 30 feet away from the road, I turn
off the ignition and tilt my head back on the headrest,
staring up though the thick branches of the birches around
me. The sound of the leaves rustling in the wind, and the
birds chirping away, is so relaxing and mesmerizing. I'm
just about to fulfill my preconceived notion of masturbating
when I hear another car rumbling down the dirt road. I know
that I am hidden away here in the driveway, but then I am
even more surprised when the sound of the car and the gravel
let me know instinctively that the car has pulled into my
driveway, right behind me. I whip my head around,
simultaneously pulling down my skirt, and look at the car
that has intruded on my space, and on my intended auto-
erotic plan.
It is a state police car. What the hell is happening. I know
that I wasn't paying very close attention to all of my
surroundings while I was driving, and it dawns on me that
the cop has been following me, and probably is very upset at
my erratic driving skills.
Several minutes pass, and I know from having gotten speeding
tickets that he is probably checking my plate number through
his computer. But it makes me feel tense and fidgety to just
sit there waiting, especially as I have been so abruptly
interrupted in my self-loving lust. I try to relax by gazing
down my driveway, wishing I was safe in my home where I
could continue my plan in peace and quiet. Finally I hear
the car door open and close. When I slowly turn my head to
the left, I am staring right into the black shiny belt of
the cop, and then I let my gaze scan upwards to his face way
above me. These little sports cars are so low, and he is a
magnificently tall and well-built specimen of a law
enforcement officer. When my eyes find his, I can see that
they are not locked on my eyes, but are instead wandering
downward to my chest and my breasts which are straining
against the white silk as my head tilts back. Surely my
nipples are jutting out and can be clear to his sight. Now
his eyes sweep further down and he must be looking at my
skirt. When I too glance down at myself, I can see that my
attempt to pull down my skirt was only partly successful. My
panties are not visible, but most of the rest of my thighs
are. And I am startled to see streaks of moisture tracing
down on the surface of the skin, reflecting the bright
sunlight. These were obviously painted onto my thighs by my
fingertips as they were hurriedly pulled away from my cunt.
Is that what he is looking at? Does he know where that
liquid originated? Is he imagining where those tracks of
moisture lead as they disappear under my hem?
"License and registration, please," he says, and I think I
detect a little catch in his voice. Perhaps this situation
makes him nervous too. I lean over to the glove compartment,
and I'm sure that he can see from the smoothness of the silk
stretched over my back that I am not wearing a bra. Most men
notice these things. I pull the required items out of the
glove compartment, and reach upwards with my left hand to
give them to him. As he grips the papers, I can see him take
a deep breath, and it seems likely that he can smell the
strong odor of my cunt on my fingers. Am I imagining that
his eyes are twinkling with his insights about my behavior
of a few moments ago. After all, it was only 3 or 4 minutes
ago that I was firmly stoking my entire cunt, and now I am
giving strong hints to a perfect stranger that I was just
masturbating.
Handing my papers back to me, he proceeds to give me a
lecture about my poor driving, and he explains that this
could be very dangerous. But his tone of voice is not harsh,
or scolding, or condescending. He is actually very gentle
and compassionate, and his words sound like sweet honey as
they drip off his tongue. I'm also becoming certain that he
is going to let me off without a ticket, which is a relief
since I already have too many other tickets. But then I am
surprised when he tells me that he suspects that I have been
drinking, and that it is his responsibility to check that
out. I feel like telling him that I am intoxicated by wild
sexual fantasies, but not by alcoholic beverages. But I bite
my tongue. He asks me to step out of the car so that he can
check for open containers of booze. He steps aside as I open
the car door, and there is no way to avoid giving him a big
flash of my wet red panties as I swing my legs out onto the
driveway. When I pull myself up into a standing position, he
is so close to me that I can't help but brush my breast
against his arm. My nipples are still hard little nubbins,
and they shoot little jolts of sexual charge back into my
tummy as they pop over his sleeve one by one.
As I stand over to the side leaning languorously against one
of the big white birch trees, I watch him slowly circle the
car, and when he gets around to the passenger door, he opens
it and bends down and picks up a stack of papers from the
floor of the car. As he flips through the pages, I am trying
to remember what those papers are about. Oh yes, I
remember!! Those are the printouts of all of the erotic
fantasies that I have posted to alt.sex.stories on the
Internet. Is he reading closely enough to get the drift of
the narrative?
He tells me that he is sure that this is my writing, since
my name "Sue" is on each of the stories as well on my
license. Then he surprises me further by telling me that he
has been an enthusiastic admirer of my stories as he has
been reading them on the 'Net ever since I started posting
them. I'm not sure whether to be embarrassed or proud, but
it certainly brings a hot flush to my cheeks. Before I have
a chance to figure out how to respond to his revelation, the
officer starts asking more questions about my bad driving.
He asks if I have any explanation, or do I always drive like
that? I start by telling him that my mind was preoccupied,
but he claims not to be convinced. Most people have a lot on
their minds when they are driving. He says that still
doesn't explain the sudden little jerks of the car that
appeared almost rhythmic. God! I'm becoming more certain
that he knows what I was doing, for he has had plenty of
hints: the smell of my fingers;... my hard nipples;... my
raised skirt;... the streaks of my cunt juices on my
thighs;... the stack of stories that reveal my Fascination
with wild and erotic sex;... and of course the details of
how badly I was driving. Of course he knows - cops aren't
stupid, are they? He knows, but I realize that he wants me
to admit it out loud. He's not going to let me just slink
away to my cabin. What the hell, I'll give him what he
wants, and maybe more than he knows!
So I tell him. About how my mind was fixated on some wild
sexual escapades that I had experienced recently. How the
wind and sun pouring into the convertible had made me feel
so aroused. How I had fondled my own breasts and pinched my
nipples. How I had then reached under my skirt and caressed
my cunt through my panties. How I had been so wet. How the
strums of my fingertip over my clitoris had caused me to
jerk the steering wheel around. How I had finally reached my
driveway and had expected to have the chance to complete my
masturbation.
"I'm sorry that I interrupted you," he says with a kindly
grin on his face. Of course you should be sorry, I think.
For now I'm feeling thoroughly frustrated and impatient with
what has happened.
"Well," he says, "it is my sworn duty to the state of Maine
and all of the people therein to serve in whatever ways are
needed. So please let me serve you so that your frustration
can be relieved."
It's about time you offered, I say, and with that I reach
out to him and give him a deep-throating French kiss,
wrapping my arms and one leg around him. Everywhere that I
touch him he is all muscles and equipment. Gun, badge, belt,
nightstick, handcuffs,... and underneath, there is obviously
a wonderful hunk of a man. Trim and strong, clean-cut and
young. Just the way that I like them (or at least half the
time. Sometimes I like the wild and scruffy looking. but
that is another story).
When he starts to slide his hands down my back and into the
top edge of my skirt, I pull away and walk over to the front
of the car and hitch up my skirt and tuck it into the waist
band. Now he can finally see my red satin panties. I grasp
both sides of the front of my blouse and pull it open,
popping open all of the buttons. My breasts flash into view
and bobble around as I next reach down and repeat the
caresses that I had start in the car earlier. First my
breasts and nipples. Then my crotch from asshole to
clitoris. I am staring hard into his eyes, which fluctuate
back and forth from my face to my cunt. After a dozen or so
strokes, I reach both hands to one of my hips and grasp the
elastic top of my panties and pull the material hard. This
pulls the crotch up hard into my cunt, which both hurts and
tingles. Finally the satin gives and shreds in my hands.
Instantly I turn to face the windshield and lean forwards,
walking my hands up the shiny white hood, and then up the
windshield. This forces my torso to drop forward and my
nipples come into contact with the metallic hood. Warmth
from the engine radiates out and up into my nipples, and I
slide my shoulders side to side, which drags my nipples
around on the hood. My face rests on the windshield glass,
which I kiss and lick suggestively. Reaching behind me, I
flip up the back of my skirt to reveal my torn panties and
my smooth, tight rear. As I let my body down further onto
the hood and reach back up to the top of the windshield, I
ask him if he is ready to fulfill his promise to serve the
public good. I try to use my most sultry, gravelly voice,
and I slowly wag my ass in the air.
Over he walks, and then he gets down on his knees behind me
and pulls my panties halfway down the one leg which is still
inserted into the torn garment. I can feel the wetness of
the satin dragging down my inner thigh. He places his hands
on the rounded curves of my ass. A few seconds of a deep
massage, and then his thumbs maneuver further into the crack
of my ass and lightly over my ass hole. I pull my knees up
onto the hood off to the sides near each headlight. Arching
my back more thrusts my ass higher into the air. I can feel
his breath on my open wet tissue. He repositions his hands
so that he can use his finger tips of both hands to rake up
through my cunt, sliding between the inner and outer lips
and rattling over my distended clitoris.
Next he uses a thumb and forefinger of each hand to grip
each of my outer labia and pull them outwards. As he does
this, he gently rolls and pinches the flesh between his
fingers. That feels so good, and I can feel my breath
becoming shorter as I start to really get into this
attention. With my lips pulled so wide apart, I know that
every fold and recess of my inner cunt is completely
revealed to him. His hot breath blowing over my cunt is
letting me know that his face is getting closer and closer.
When is he going to kiss me? When is he going to really
start the work of serving my needs? NOW! I feel just the
very tip of his tongue make contact with the very tip of my
hard clitoris. It sends a jolt up through my cunt and it
makes me involuntarily push my ass back into his mouth. He
doesn't back away at all. It feels like his neck and back
are fixed in place, so that I can push my cunt against his
face without any recoil on his part. He keeps his tongue
pointed and long, and I begin to shimmy my hips around. His
nose is now prodding into the rosebud of my asshole, which
feels good too. I rotate around so that his immobile tongue
flicks over my clitoris, and into my cunt, and back and
forth, again and again. Occasionally, I impale my asshole an
inch or so onto his tongue, and he seems to not object to
this forbidden area. I'm getting so hot, and I'm no longer
sure if the engine heat is radiating into me, or visa versa.
My breasts are squashed into the metal, and my squirming
around is giving my nipples a good workout. My cheeks are
sliding on the glass, lubricated by my sweat.
Since he is not moving, thereby letting me control the tempo
of things, I try my best to prolong the wonderful feeling of
the buildup to my orgasm. But eventually, I can't resist the
temptation, and increase the speed and the hardness of my
thrusts, and the cop gets the message and begins to lap his
tongue up over my clit with short, rapid flicks. And
instantly I am roused into a smashing orgasm. It is the kind
of orgasm that I only get if I've been stimulated and
unfulfilled for a long time. I'm sure that it was more than
an hour ago that I started playing with myself. Finally my
time has come. I'm grunting and now I'm even emitting a
rising scream of pure bliss that echoes through the forest.
I've stopped all movement of my ass, and he is now gradually
slowing the pace of his lapping. This is a man who knows how
to read the needs of a woman. His timing is perfect.
And just as I am starting to calm down, he lets go of my
labia and grasps my hips, gently maneuvering me around so
that I am sitting on the hood of the car. Leaning back onto
my hands, with my feet spread on either side of his shoes. I
watch as he unbuckles his belt and drops his array of
hardware to the ground. Then he unzips his fly and pushes
his pants and boxer shorts down to his knees. Up pops his
cock, which is completely erect. It is beautifully shaped,
like a perfect Greek sculpture. And it is big. As big as any
I have seen before, maybe 10 or even 11 inches long. Curving
upwards like a sword. It twitches and throbs, only a few
inches below my face. The head glistens with a sheen of
precome, and as I watch, a large drop of crystal clear come
forms at the open tip.
I lean forwards and lick all around the purple head, leaving
my hands behind me for support. The slightly salty precome
is eagerly lapped up and savored on my tongue. I know that
there is no way that I am going to be able to take this
whole cock into my mouth, but I suck around on the head for
a while. Then I lift my head and pull my hands up to grasp
and squeeze this magnificent tool. I can't reach my fingers
around its girth. With a cock this big, what need does he
have for a night stick!
I pull the length of his cock down to the valley between by
breasts, and pull the silk material of my blouse in and
around his cock. With my palms on each side, I push the
fullness of my breasts inward, surrounding his cock with
firm, warm flesh and sheer silk. This creates a sort of
lubrication. He knows what to do, and starts to pulse his
hips back and forth, which slides the length of his cock up
through my cleavage. Appearing out of the folds of the silk,
the tight-skinned head rises up towards my face, and I am
able to flick my tongue over the head each time it comes up.
He puts his hands on my shoulders and massages the knots in
my neck with his strong fingers. What a generous man I have
lucked upon. I feel a surge of gratitude and warmth, and I
want to really make this fuck the best of his life. And I
want to be more in control.
So I pull back and twist away from him and stand up. I ask
him to sit on the hood of the car, and I get on my knees and
untie his shoes and pull them and his pants off. He
unbuttons his shirt. I reach up and grab his cock and nuzzle
his balls with my nose, and then lick them and pull them one
by one into my mouth. I let my fingernails scratch very
lightly over the taut skin of his cock, and I can feel the
ridges of veins, and I can feel the heat from the blood
surging through his cock.
Then I stand up and turn away from him. Just as I am about
to sit back onto his cock and impale myself, he stops me,
and asks me to give him his wallet from his pants. Out of it
he pulls a condom. He tells me that his job is not only to
serve, but to "serve and protect." That's fine with me, and
I take the rubber and expertly pull it down over his cock.
It is so full of his meat, and it is so transparent that I
can still see every detail as if he wasn't wearing it at
all.
Then I go back to my position straddling his thighs and back
my ass onto his monumental cock. As aroused and stimulated
as I have been for the past hour and a half, I know that I
should be able to accommodate his massive tool. But it is so
big that it fills me completely, and I can feel the walls of
my vagina stretch and tighten down around his entire length.
Pretty soon, I am pumping up and down, and one of my hands
reaches between my thighs so that I can run my fingers into
the juncture of our sexes. The first and second fingers form
a vee that surrounds the base of his cock as I piston up and
down onto it, and I scissor my fingers tightly together,
squeezing hard onto the slippery shaft My other hand travels
further down into the moist cauldron, and I begin to juggle
his balls lightly in my fingers.
Naturally, this kind of pressure and rubbing of his cock and
balls gives him very little chance to prolong the build up.
His hands come up to my hips and attempt to slow me down,
but I ignore this signal, and even increase my cadence. And
in only a few seconds, he lets out a low rumble from his
throat as his orgasm arrives. Now his hands grip my waist
more firmly, and he uses his brawny strength and his
passionate lust to totally dominate my movements. He picks
me up and forcefully drops me back down onto his lap
repeatedly. My feet no longer touch the ground at all. I
almost lose my balance, but his grip on me is enough to keep
me upright. His rumble becomes a roaring crescendo, and his
hips become unrooted from the hood of the car, and begin
thrusting upwards into my wide open cunt. I can feel the
spasms of his cock in my vaginas as he squirts jet after jet
of fiery come deep into my belly. I'm so full of his cock,
and the tip of the condom is now filling up, making his cock
effectively longer. I'm sure that I can feel the swelling
balloon inside me. I continue to play with his balls,
milking the come out into the shaft, and then squeezing with
my fingers around the base to force it all the way up and
into me.
When his thrusting and moaning subside, I hop off of him and
turn around. I watch for a few seconds as his cock continues
to twitch, and as it starts to lose a little of its size, I
grasp the lower edge of the condom and carefully pull it
off, making sure that most of the semen stays inside the
tube. Standing back up, I observe the incredible quantity of
come that he has ejaculated. It is so hot, and pearly white.
I bring the condom up to my breasts, pushing aside my open
blouse. And then I squeeze the tip of the condom, pushing
the come out onto my chest. When I have gotten most of it
out, I massage the cream into my skin. There is plenty
enough to completely drench both of my tits and all the way
down to my navel, and it is wonderfully greasy and kind of
stringy. When I am completely lubricated with this natural
and organic skin ointment, I button up my blouse and pull
down my skirt. The silk is plastered to my chest, and is as
transparent as his condom was, showing my nipple nubs and
the bumpy areolae. My torn panties are still around my
ankle, and I step out of them and give them to the cop as a
memento.
I reach out my hand and draw him to his feet, and as he
pulls up his pants and grabs his belt of police equipment, I
lead him over to his cop car and open the door for him. As I
gently push him down into his seat, I lean over to give him
another lingering French kiss. Adieux, my modern knight in
shining ardor. Yes, this is one of the good guys of the
world. It is his job to serve and protect. And it is a job
well done.
7 Guess Who's Coming At Dinner
I want you to meet a few people. You've been such an
exhilarating and unexpected part of my life these past few
weeks, and it's time to introduce you.... Not to my folks,
of course, or any of my other long-term relationships. But
there are a few people I've gotten to know only slightly,
yet I have a very keen sense that they are sexual
adventurers, or that they have a lot of potential for that.
I can't say how I know that about them; it's just a strong
intuition, as if I could smell it on them whenever I have
come in contact with them. Some of them I know from my
business, some of them I have met socially. I've never spent
more that an hour with any of them. None of them has met any
of the others. Yet I understand something about them,
something that connects us together, a secret society of
libertines that has yet to have a meeting.
Until this evening. I have invited all of them (and you, so
much you) over to my home for a dinner party. Despite the
fact that they know me so little, all have accepted the
invite. Perhaps they smell it on me, and can't stay away.
It's an unspoken expectation of something thrilling, but no
one really knows if the others feel the same thing. I have
told only you what I have in mind, and we are the
conspiratorial agents of what will to come this evening. We
know, and they can only guess. Maybe it will only be idle
chat about politics or the weather. Or perhaps their
intuitions and fantasies, will be fulfilled tonight.
There are to be ten of us, and tonight there is a beautiful
gentle snow falling through the velvet black sky. The guests
arrive one at a time, and as they shed their coats, I am
struck by how easily identifiable each one is. Of the men,
one has a beard, one is bald, one has gray hair, one has a
pony-tail, and of course you are there. The women are,
variously, a blond, a redhead, a woman who is extra
voluptuous, and a petite oriental. I announce that tonight
we will not use our real names, only these nicknames: for
the men-Viking.... Shiny.... Silver.... Tail.... You.... and
for the women-Gold.... Fire.... Earth... Light... and Me.
Then you explain that there will be no talk of our
occupations, or of the weather. It is forbidden this
evening. If anyone wants to talk, it must be about dreams
and fantasies. "Not to worry, no one will be hurt in any
way," I explain, "the purpose of the party is quite the
opposite. Tonight, all of you will enjoy a grand feast for
your senses. Follow our instructions and you will not be
sorry, and you will not soon forget our feast
Presenting these people with new names, and stripping them
of the sanctuary of their old personae and their normal,
vacuous social habits is understandably disconcerting. And
our ambiguous hints at what is to come are mysterious at the
very least. In particular, I notice that Tail and Gold seem
uptight, and I ask them if these rules are acceptable for
tonight's party. Their reluctance is quite plain, but they
agree to stay, and to trust us. On the other hand, Viking
and Light have eagerness showing in their eyes, and Fire is
silently talking with a body language that is almost
imperceptible, but which I can translate without doubt. She
is already getting sexually excited. Her thighs are
clenching and unclenching, and her hands are clasped in
front of her pubis, ever-so-lightly pressed onto her cunt as
the insides of her upper arms press inward, lifting her
amble breasts up slightly. I'm sure that this presses her
nipples into the weave of her cashmere sweater. There is no
doubt in my mind that her panties are already getting damp.
Mine are.
Finally, having gained the ascent of all the guests, we all
sit down on the cushions scattered around the living room.
To get the ball rolling, I will describe a fantasy of mine.
Lying on my back in the middle of the floor, I proceed to
describe what happened to us that warm night in the
Caribbean. I leave out no detail as I describe my tingling
fears in the darkness that night, my total abandonment, my
animal lust, and the unbelievable orgasm. And when I come to
the point when the cloud cover breaks and I see you stroking
yourself, my audience gasps in surprise. I've been telling
the story with my eyes closed as I relive the moments, but
now open my eyes and scan the faces of our guests. Almost
everyone has a light sheen of perspiration on their brows,
but that may be because I have turned up the thermostat to
75 degrees (I'm planning ahead for a lot of nudity). But the
men all have tented pants, and the women's nipples point
straight ahead through their blouses and sweaters. I am
certainly aroused by my own story, and by the act of sharing
it with these almost-strangers. And the warmth of the room
is making me even hotter, so I simply pull off my turtleneck
and expose my erect nipples and flushed breasts to the eager
eyes of all. I feel proud to show off my body, and equally
proud to display my arousal.
As I begin to roll my nipples between my fingers, you
announce that you would like to share an erotic tale. And
with that, you push some buttons on a remote control. The
35" TV screen comes alive with the videotape that you
recorded in Geneva. The scene of me being shaved by the
black woman in the tub, and the scene of me being fucking
the couple in room 5. There are other parts of the tape
showing me and you doing all kinds of wild and kinky things.
Some of these scenes I haven't viewed myself. I'm getting so
turned on watching this tape, and as I push my pants and
panties down off my legs, I look around to see that Fire has
removed her sweater and is using it to rub all over her
breasts and up to her face. All of the men look
uncomfortable, which makes sense because their erections are
trapped in their pants. "Please make yourselves as
comfortable as I am," I request. And all follow this
suggestion. Shirts, pants, and underwear all go flying into
a big pile against the wall, and there is no doubt left in
anyone's mind that this party will be an orgy.
I roll out a large sheet of heavy white paper on the floor
and ask Fire and Silver to lie down on their backs with
their heads along side each other's, and their bodies in
opposite directions. Silver is a little uneasy about being
the center of attention, but his erection doesn't diminish
as he takes up his position. Fire is raring to go, and she
is so turned on. I have to insist that she refrain from
fondling her tits and you gently pull her hand away from her
crotch. As you do, her wet finger slides out from her cunt
lips, and you lick her juices from her finger.
As I pull out a few boxes from under the couch, I describe
our first activity. GROUP ART. Out of one of the boxes come
pastels crayons, and we proceed to trace around Fire and
Silver's bodies and to smear the pastels into the paper. The
men are circling Fire, and the women are around Silver.
There is no avoiding touching their bodies as we gradually
fill in the paper with swirls of color, and everyone becomes
more and more daring, eventually using the pastels to draw
on our "models'" bodies. That's when I pull out the finger
paints, and before long, Fire and Silver are covered with
glistening, vibrant colors. My hands are the first to reach
Silvers upraised erection, and before I smear on the paint,
I lean over and take the head of his cock into my mouth and
very softly suck as my hand paints his balls with a mix of
red and yellow paint. Then I let my lips rise off the tip of
his cock, sucking in a few drops of precome, and my mouth is
replaced by the fluttering hands of Light, who completely
envelops Silvers throbbing cock with lavender paint. As she
slowly jacks him off, Gold is kissing Silver, and Earth is
rubbing her black paint into the gray hair on his chest,
paying special attention to his nipples. No longer shy,
Silver is moaning and writhing, spreading his legs apart and
pushing his cock up into Light's small hands. She holds her
hands flat and rolls his cock between them as if she was
making a snake out of clay. The paint is a marvelous
lubricant, and she kneads his cock, working particularly on
the head. I sit between his legs and reach in between to
work the paint into his large, hairy balls, and gently feel
the filled eggs in his scrotum. From here, I can look up
along his heaving body and the ministrations of the three
women, and I can see Fires body being painted by Viking,
Shiny, Tail and You. Fire's whole body is a blaze with red
and yellow and purple colors, and two of you have securely
trapped her hands between your thighs, in an attempt to keep
her from helping with the paint job. She is in a trance, it
appears, totally in the power of her rampant sexuality. Her
breasts and nipples are being rigorously swabbed by the two
of you who have her hands trapped, while the other two are
massaging her inner thighs and brush the paint into the
folds of her cunt with their fingers. Now Shiny accepts
Fire's verbal demands and starts to rub the paint onto her
clitoris with increasing speed. It is two slippery for him
to try to tweak between his fingers, so he strums across her
miniature clit-cock with his thumb as Viking' thigh massage
moves up and under her cunt, rubbing the bright colors
around the lips of her vagina and down around the puckered
entrance to her asshole. He takes his pinky and inserts it
into her asshole just up to the first knuckle and lets it
vibrate.
It's hard for all you men to keep in contact with Fire since
her body is squirming and heaving. I can clearly see that
she is going to have her orgasm, and that reminds me to look
down at Silver. His name is no longer applicable, for he is
now a swirling rainbow of glossy colors. He too is about to
come, and I let both of my hands rise up to the base of his
cock and pump up and down as Light continues with her clay
snake dance on the hugely swollen head of his cock.
Now they are both coming. Fire's hands finally pull free and
she reaches down to her knees and pulls them out and back
under her as she arches her body up. The men keep up their
energetic manipulations of her breasts, clit, and asshole as
she bucks and throbs through an intense climax.
Simultaneously, Silver clenches his thighs in onto my hips
and his whole body clenches and starts to flutter as his
cock flexes rhythmically several times in the grasp of the
four hands. Then several streams of his come shoot out of
the multicolored tip of his cock and arc up onto his chest,
mixing with the slimy paint that Earth is still smearing
into his chest. Gold lifts her head up from Silver's lips
and turns her head down toward his cock, catching one jet of
come on her chin, and then correcting her position so that
the last jet lands on her outstretched tongue. She eagerly
swallows this, and then leans over to Earth, who licks the
drooling come off her chin.
Silver and Fire are sent off to the showers.... separate
showers, so that they won't be delayed too long. The rest of
us roll up the paper and quickly clean ourselves at the sink
with the pile of towels I have left out. Only two of the ten
of us have had any part of our hunger satisfied, and the
night is still young. Dinner is yet to be served. You and I
have so many other "projects" planned for this group, and no
one will leave here unsatisfied. I promise.
To be continued.
Normally, I would post all 5 parts of this story at the same
time... but this is an experiment with a new (to me) server
to try to get my stories posted... when I know it works,
I'll post all 5 stories, plus repost all 6 earlier stories.
NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only-so don't
read it if you don't think you can be mature about it.
Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy,
and I hope that you can keep your notions of real and
fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If you
would like to let me know what you think, or if you have a
follow-up fantasy (which is something that I REALLY like),
you can reach me at SueNH@AOL.com... but I can't promise to
return your emails... I do have some other things to do in
my real life!
I'm hungry, in at least a couple senses of the word. As we
all adjourn to the dining room, everyone takes note of the
way the table is set. Actually, it covered only with a large
sheet of black glossy plastic that blankets a layer of two
inch thick foam rubber, with no utensils or plates. In the
center is bronze sculpture that is an exact reproduction
(much smaller, of course) of the marble sculpture that
supported our outrageous fuck session in the basement of the
Louvre. You and I recount to our guests the lusty details of
that encounter. Our listeners respond to our story with
renewed erections of their cocks and nipples.
Our first course will be cream of mushroom soup, which I
have been keeping warm, but not hot, in the kitchen. I ask
Viking to lie on his back on the table, with his legs
dangling over the edge. Fire and Silver, who have returned
from their showers with dreamy looks on their faces, each
grab one of the Viking's legs and support them in a widely
spread vee. You instruct Gold to climb up on the table and
impale herself on Vikings huge upthrust huge cock, facing
away from Viking's head. Although she looks a little nervous
about the size of his cock, she is also very eager to become
more directly involved, so asks you to help he by loosening
her up. As she stands up straight on the table, feet on each
side of Viking's hips, you step up to her front side and
nibble on her clit while you insert a finger into her cunt
hole. As you massage her hot insides and flick at her
clitoris, she starts to nod her head back and forth, and her
long blond hair sweeps around her. All of the rest of us
crowd around, and Viking sits up to squeeze and massage
Gold's ass cheeks. You insert a second and then a third
finger, and gradually, Gold relaxes her cunt muscles until
you are sure that she is ready. I reach in to grasp Vikings
cock and point it straight up as Gold's knees flex and she
lowers herself down until the fat, blunt tip of his cock
nestles in the crimson folds of her steaming hot cunt. By
putting my free hand up under her ass, I stop Gold from
plunging down further, and I take the head of Viking's cock
and brush it back and forth across her clitoris. Her head
tips back and her hands fall to the table nestled inside of
Viking's moist armpits, supporting her weight. You rub and
pinch her bullet-shaped nipples, and I bring her close to an
orgasm with Vikings's cock.
But I won't let her come yet. Instead, I stop the clitoral
massage, and let her drop slowly down the rest of the way
onto Viking's cock. Light seems mesmerized by this display
of such a huge cock being swallowed up in a tight cunt, and
since she is so wonderfully petite, it's easy to imagine how
small her cunt must be. She leans in close to watch the
cock-sword being sheathed in the cunt-scabbard.
So I pick Light to be the first to get her appetizer. As she
gets into the vee of Viking's legs, I ladle the warm soup
onto Gold's belly, into her belly button. The thick and
milky tan liquid drips and streams down into her cunt hair
and through the spread folds of her cunt. Before any reaches
Viking's huge, hairy balls, I tell Light to have a taste of
the soup. She eagerly pushes her face down to the
intersection of cock and cunt, and laps up the soup in long
tongue strokes, starting at Vikings's balls, up the small
amount of his cock that is exposed, and then up through the
cleft of the swollen inner lips of Gold's cunt. Light's
tongue curls up as it flicks over Gold's clitoris, which is
totally exposed in this position. Again and again, Light
traces her tongue up through the open vortex of passion as
she laps up the cream soup. One of her hands reaches under
Viking's balls and forms a flat cup that catches what little
soup that escapes her hungry mouth, and when I stop my
ladling for a moment, she sucks up the soup in her hand and
simultaneously gives Viking's balls a lip massage. Light's
other hand is down between her legs, where we can all guess
what it is doing to her excited clitoris.
Viking and Gold are having trouble keeping still, but I pace
the experience to keep them from going over the top. Soon, I
have Light step back and then Shiny steps in. I expect him
to be uncomfortable with the idea of touching Viking's
balls, but within a minute, he matches the action that Light
has demonstrated, and eagerly quenches his hunger. After
Shiny, I give a turn to each of the other guests. One after
another, Earth, Tail, Silver, Fire and you have your fair
share of the soup, as I keep the pace of things just at the
point where gold and Viking think that they might come...,
but I never let it happen. When Gold tries to lift herself
up and then back down onto the hard-as-wood cock deep inside
her, you reach down from her tits and grab her hips and keep
them from moving.
When it is my turn at the "soup fountain," Tail takes the
ladle and drools the soup into Gold's cunt, and I
energetically lap at their balls and cunt, reaching under
further to tickle Vikings asshole with my soup-lubricated
index finger. When I am satisfied that I have gotten enough
soup, I implore you to release Gold's waist, and she
immediately starts to piston up and down on Viking's cock.
As his cock is revealed each time, I lick up and down on the
underside, massaging the long ridge that appears. Just
before she drops down I am able to get a quick lick into the
inverted vee just under the ridge of the head.
It only takes a few strokes like that and both of them are
ready to come. I pull Viking's cock forward and out and pull
the entire bulbous head into my mouth, while you encourage
Gold to rub her own clitoris up and down on the rest of
Viking's cock. It is plenty long enough for both my mouth
and Gold's clit, and immediately, she begins an intense
orgasm. She's been waiting almost a half hour for this as
each guest teased her and had his or her fill of the soup.
Now she releases her pent-up orgasm. Her whole body starts
to shimmy and buck as a couple of people on each side of her
support her weight. Her mouth is wide open and her skin is
covered with perspiration. My powerful suction on the head
of Viking's cock has had its desired effect, as has my
fingertip, which has now entered an inch or so into his
asshole. I feel his asshole rhythmically clenching onto my
finger His hips start to bounce up and down as his bountiful
semen shoots up against the roof of his mouth. Non-dairy
cream to top off my cream soup! His motion saws the veined
upper surface of his cock against Gold's fully exposed
clitoris. His hands reach up to cradle Gold's head, and one
of his finger's slips into her open mouth, and she starts to
suck on it hungrily. Incrementally, over several minutes,
their orgasms eventually abate, and Gold lets her body fall
back onto Vikings chest. They are both still out of breath
and their chests heave to take in air. Many hands wander all
over their bodies, rubbing the abundant sweat into the skin.
Things have settled down, I ladle streams of the still-warm
soup into their open mouths to slake their other hunger, and
when they are satisfied, they go off to shower while the
rest of us clean up the dining table. Remarkably, hardly a
drop of the soup has reached the black plastic table cloth.
Everyone is thirsty, and only four of our guests have had
the opportunity to relieve the sexual suspense that has been
at a high pitch for the rest of us. So we're going to take
care of all that now. Earth and Light sit up on the edge of
the table, and the men take turns lapping up wine that they
dribble down through their cunts. Light provided a dry white
Chardonnay, and Earth poured a hearty red burgundy...,
perfect matches to their personalities. And they each are so
aroused to begin with. Shiny, Tail, Silver, and Viking take
turns imbibing the wine and the free-flowing cunt juices,
and the rest of us drink directly from the bottles. Within
just a few minutes, Light and Earth are brought to the
throes of their orgasms. The contrast between their climaxes
is startling. The big, voluptuous Earth lets go with a
series of hearty grunts and her large breasts swing wildly.
She grasps her wide flat nipples and pinches and rolls them
so heard that it makes me wince. She looks wild, like a
queen of the jungle, or an Amazon queen. At the peak of her
orgasm, she grabs Shiny's head, who happens to be drinking
from her cunt at the moment, and twists his head down so
that she can rub his bald pate into the entire areas of her
huge cunt. Clear cunt juices, streaked with wisps of the red
wine, coat his entire scalp.
On the other hand, Light appears to be so much in control.
Her eyes close and her thin lips purse tight. She becomes
completely still, except for the tiny fluttering vibrations
that course through her muscles. She has stopped breathing.
As Tail lightly tickles her clitoris with the tip of his
pointy tongue, her orgasm continues for a long time. Thin
whimpers escape from her throat. My own climaxes are over in
just a few seconds. I swear that Light has been tensed and
trembling from her orgasm for more than a minute. Then
finally she opens her eyes and takes in a long even breath
of air, and she pulls Tail up into a standing position. She
leans forward and gives him an incredibly passionate kiss as
she bounces her tiny body up into his arms, knees hooked
over his hips. She must weigh only 80 or 90 pounds, and Tail
can support her easily. His cock curves up from his groin.
It is very, very thin, but amazingly long, maybe ten inches,
and the curvature is also very extreme. The head of his cock
is also longer and pointier than I have seen before. Now
that tip is poised just beneath Lights cunt, and she tells
Tail to hold still while she tries to fit him into her tiny
cunt. Her position astride his standing body leaves her cunt
fully open, and she lowers it down so that Tails cock
touches the dark vaginal opening. Its shape reminds me so
much of a spear, and slowly, Light impales herself on this
cock that is perfectly sized for her. Every other cock at
this party would simply be too wide. But certainly Tail's
cock is too long. We watch as Light continues her descent
onto his cock. She moves absolutely evenly, never jerking or
bumping as she swallows up a millimeter at a time. Then she
stops her slow-motion drop. Perhaps six inches are inside
her. Again, her eyes close and her body becomes tense, and I
assume that she has taken in as much as she can. I can see
her ass cheeks flexing, and we all know that she is
deliberately churning her well-trained inner cunt muscles
all around Tail's iron-hard cock. His face exhibits a
blissful demeanor.
Now, to all of our amazement, Light again is descending
further down onto Tail's rigid pole. Her self-control is
amazing. Eventually, she has sunk her cunt all the way down
to the base of Tail's cock. It must reach up inside her so
far. After a moment's pause, she pulls herself back up his
cock, gradually revealing his slippery cock. It is so tight
inside her that the skin of his cock as it comes out of her
is almost white, but instantly regains a healthy pink color.
Finally she is all the way up to the top, and all 10" are
again in sight, only the very tip still left in the entrance
of her cunt. This time, she drops back down the length of
his cock much more quickly, and then back up. With an
accelerating pace, she continues up and down, always rising
all the say to the exact point at which his cock might fall
away form her, and then all the way back down to the bottom,
with her jet black pubic hair mingling with Tail's long
brown hair. He spreads his feet apart to gain balance, and
his balls hang free, swaying like pendulums. They are
hanging down so low and loose, with wispy hair covering
them. I drop to my knees behind him with the back of my head
against his ass. Then I tip my head back and under until I
am looking straight up into their crotches. His balls are
drawn into my mouth and feel like peeled soft boiled eggs.
My eyes are only inches away from the incredible sight of
Tail's long spear appearing and disappearing into the tight
grasp of Light's tiny but deep cunt. I keep my balance by
holding and massaging Tails muscular but small ass cheeks.
Light is moving up and down at and incredibly fast rate, and
Tail has to be reminded to keep still. Finally, he can hold
back no longer, and I can feel the pulsing in his balls and
the muscles of his ass as he pumps his some deep into the
heart of Light's belly. Since she has now extra room in her
tiny cunt, the semen immediately starts to leak out around
her pumping, clenching cunt lips, and I release Tail's balls
and bring my mouth up to the juncture of his cock and her
cunt. I lap up the come and her juices in long swipes that
start at the base of his cock and end up past her
buttonhole-sized asshole. She is doing that same trembling
thing that she did earlier, while Tail is making yelping
sounds like some kind of improvised Native American chant.
Sensing that Tail's legs are worn out, I get out from under
them just as Tail collapses down onto his back, taking Light
down with him to the carpet. She leans forward and nestles
her head of black hair on his hairless chest. We let them
rest there while we prepare for the next course.
Guess Who's Coming at Dinner, Part 4 by Sue I'll admit that
my menu for this evening hasn't been particularly balanced,
but I'm too worried about a dietitian opinion. Tonight, we
are focusing more on sexual fulfillment, and therefore, the
next two courses for this banquet will be desserts.
I tell Shiny to lie back on the table, which is still slick
from the remains of the soup and wine. Shiny has been
waiting a long time for his turn at being the center of
attention, and I have had to reprimand him several times
when I have caught him jerking himself off too vigorously
while watching the earlier sexual experiments. His
excitement has been absolutely evident for hours, as his
cock has been sticking straight out throughout the party.
His cock matches the rest of his body perfectly. It is a
little shorter and fatter than I am accustomed to, and his
bald scalp is mirrored by his absolutely smoothly shaved
crotch. Everything is as smooth as a baby's bottom,
including his pink and unwrinkled balls. The head of his
cock is kind of squashed down and blunt, and the surface of
the head is also particularly smooth and shiny. He doesn't
have a very pronounced ridge around the head, and the veins
on the shaft don't protrude either. All-in-all, Shiny's cock
looks so much like a pink bullet.... A bullet with a mind of
its own, for it didn't seem able to keep still. As Shiny
lies quietly on the table, his cock bobs and sways like a
tree in a hurricane. We all circle and stare as this amazing
dancing cock squirms and throbs, up and down, left and
right, pulsing and throbbing. The piss-hole at the tip of
his dick is even winking rapidly open and closed. As we
watch, a crystal clear drop of precome rises out of the tip
as if squeezed out by a tight fist, yet it is being pumped
out by the action of his cock's undulating hula-dance. More
precome wells up and begins to drip down the fat shaft.
After ten minutes of this amazing demonstration of hands-off
cock control, I can resist no longer. I lean over and
swallow his cock deeply into my mouth. My lips are stretched
wide by the breadth of his cock, and it keeps up its dance
within my mouth, chasing my tongue around my sucking cheeks.
After savoring all of the precome, I will myself to pull
away, and I invite the rest of the women to experiment with
trapping the flexing tube of tight, hot flesh in their
mouths.
While they tease and suckle on Shiny's cock, I bring out the
tray of Italian cannolis. These are large tubes of crispy
puff pastry, filled with a creamy dark chocolate custard
filling. Setting them down next to Shiny, I demonstrate the
proper way to eat a cannoli. With one hand, I grip Shiny's
cock and succeed in temporarily restraining its dance.
Holding the cock straight upwards, I place one end of the
cannoli on the end of the broad tip and slowly push down.
The wet, pink head disappears into the shell of the cannoli,
and as it plunges in, the chocolate filling surges out of
the other end, where my eager and hungry mouth gobbles up
the tasty treat. Eventually, the chocolate custard is all
eaten, and that bullet-tip of Shiny's cock appeared at the
top of the shell. I lick the smeared filling off the head,
and then drop down another inch and bite off the top of the
shell, letting my teeth drag up the smooth skin as I rise up
and swallow. Another bite takes off another inch of the
shell, and again I let my teeth nibble on Shiny's taughtly
erect shaft. By the time I finish the cannoli shell and lick
the remains off his hairless crotch and balls, Shiny is
panting loudly, and the rest of his body is slick with
perspiration.
I release my grasp of the base of Shiny's cock, and it
resumes its wild undulations. Next Gold has her dessert,
using the technique that I had demonstrated. Then Light has
her turn, and Shiny is in such a state of excitation that I
have to insist that Light to be careful to not let him come
yet. She makes sure that her nibbles and lapping are just
light enough to keep Shiny at the edge with out going over
the top. Her tiny mouth isn't able to encompass the large
circumference of Shiny's cock, so she eats her cannoli by
munching around the outside.
When Earth has her turn, she demonstrates that her Amazonian
dimensions also apply to the size of her mouth. After
gobbling up the cream filling and nibbling her way down the
shell and shaft, she takes Shiny's entire cock into her
mouth and again lets it dance around with her tongue. After
a moment, she even is able to drop down further, and she
lifts his bald balls up and into her mouth. Her thumbs reach
under and begin a rhythmic massage of the cleanly-shaved
area between his balls and his asshole, and her mouth clamps
down on the flexing cock and overfilled balls. Her throat
begins a repetitive swallowing action that matches the thumb
massage, and within a few moments, we can all see that Shiny
has finally gone over the edge. We can't see his cock and
balls at all, but Shiny starts to moan and grunt with a
rhythm that matches Earth's pumping mouth, throat, and
fingers. And his legs and arms become straight and stiff and
his toes curl in and under. His eyes are clenched shut and
it looks like he might be having some kind of seizure..... a
paralysis of pleasure. When he eventually opens his eyes and
releases the tension in his muscles, he loudly exclaims that
it was worth waiting though all the other courses of this
meal in order to experience this kinky and thrilling way to
reach his orgasm.
The men are still hungry, so the women grab the remaining
cannolis and feed them to the men, who use their hands to
fondle the breasts and cunts of their attending "feeder."
When everyone has had enough cannoli, then we prepare for
the final course to our dinner.
Have you noticed anything a bit peculiar about the
progression of all of these sexual events? First Fire and
Silver were featured in the fingerpainting, then Viking and
Gold got off while we were all served our soup. Light,
Earth, and Tail all reached beautiful orgasms during the
wine-tasting, and Shiny was the center of attention when we
had our cannolis. Everyone has had an incredible and kinky
climax during our dinner party, except for the gracious
hosts: you and me. How have we held ourselves back for so
long? I wouldn't say that we are famous for our natural
restraint!! But the anticipation has been building up
throughout the evening, and now we are to have our turn at
the "table of delights."
Actually, we dispense with the table altogether, and adjourn
to the playroom, which is (for this occasion) been emptied
of furniture. Stretched over the padded carpet is another
piece of the black plastic, which extends up the wall about
12 inches and is tacked into place. It forms a large,
waterproof basin the size of the entire room, and it is just
what we need for the final course. The ingredients for this
course are along one wall, and we ask our guests to use
their imaginations to prepare and serve this course however
they wish, using us as the platters.
We lie down in the center of the floor and immediately start
to kiss and fondle each other. You have been stiff and
aroused all evening, and numerous times drops of precome
have formed on your cock and dried up. Now I apply a little
saliva to my palm, so that when I envelop your throbbing
cock in my hand, the dried film of precome remoisturizes and
forms and incredibly slick and slippery layer of lubricant.
It is natural massage oil, and it is wonderfully sensuous to
rub and stroke your cock. You seem to be enjoying it too,
judging by the pumping motion created by your hips.
When you reach over and pull my ass over near your head, I
straddle your head. My cunt has been wet and overflowing all
evening, and my pubic hair is all matted. You use your
tongue to clean up the whole area, sucking my juices from
hair and inner thighs. But whenever I try to move my cunt
over your mouth, you tease me and continue to lap all around
the edges. Finally I feel the tip of your tongue probing and
pushing against my clitoris, and I let out a gasp of
pleasure and drop my head down onto your groin with my nose
against the base of your shaft. The concentrated smell of
all that reconstituted precome is exhilaratingly pungent,
and I lick some of it from your cock while I continue to
stroke the head.
Your tongue on my clit moves upward and begins to explore
the open entrance to my vagina, at first I am confused when
your tongue seems to double, with one part returning to my
clitoris, and the other pushing in past my swollen inner
lips. Only when it continues inward beyond what seems
possible do I realize that it's not your tongue that is
burrowing up into my cunt. I turn my head to see Silver
kneeling behind me, and he pulls out from my cunt a peeled
banana. With a lurid grin on his face, he licks the banana,
and then reinserts it deep into my cunt. You are lightly
flicking my clitoris with your tongue while Silver leans in
and nibbles the end of the banana. I gradually clench down
with my cunt muscles, and this slowly expels the banana into
the Silver's gobbling mouth.
While I rest my head back down on your groin, Viking, Tail
and shiny each eat a banana from my cunt, and each takes a
little time to stroke it in and out a few times to keep me
stimulated. Your attention to my clitoris becomes more and
more vigorous, and as the last banana is swallowed up, you
suck my clitoris deeply into your mouth. With your teeth
protected by your lips, you munch on the base of my clitoris
while your tongue flutters hard on the tip. I instantly go
over the top, pushing my entire cunt area down onto your
face and begin to flail my head around (almost poking out my
eye with your rigid cock!). I've been anticipating this
orgasm for hours, and the waiting and teasing amplifies and
heightens the electrifying sensations. I am totally unaware
of my surroundings, of the nine sets of eyes that are glued
to the sight of my gyrating rapture. Time and everything
else stands still as I am enveloped by the waves of
indescribable pleasure. Finally they subside, leaving me
full of joy and energy.
Even before my orgasm ends, the other women in the group
surround your cock and start to squirt whipped cream all
over your cock. I would have thought that the magnificent
and erotic beauty of your proudly standing cock would have
been enough temptation for them. I'm sure that it is, but
what the heck, why not decorate it with a bit of sweet
creamy foam. As soon as your cock is covered with the
whipped cream, four eager mouths fought over the tasty
treats, and the bright pink flesh that appears from under
the pure white moguls. Light abandons this competition and
she lies down between your spread legs Her small mouth
envelops your puffy hot balls, and her tiny thin index
finger teases your asshole. Eventually she snakes it up into
your ass and rubs upward toward the base of your cock. It is
just like she was massaging my G Spot, and I've heard that
men have something equivalent in their anus. It must be
true, for her manipulations have an obvious effect arousing
your ardor even more that the three mouths fighting over
your cock.
Gold also decides to look for more uncompetitive territory
to explore, so she moves up your torso and pushes my body up
and out of the way. Her mouth finds the hard nubs of your
nipples, which are incredibly long, maybe half and inch. She
nibbles on one while her fingers pinch and rub the other.
Now that I am sitting up, and still straddling your face,
your hands grasp my waste and pull me into a position that
leaves my asshole directly above your mouth, and you
immediately start to investigate the tight little rosebud
with your tongue. You alternate between long sloppy slurps
across the area, and short hard pokes with your tongue.
Gradually, my muscles relax, and you are able to insert your
tongue an inch or so into me, and the feeling is different,
but absolutely sexual and (maybe best of all) forbidden.
All the rest of the men now surround my head and start to
jerk themselves off with their cocks pointed straight at me.
I reach between the legs of Viking and Shiny and lightly
massage their balls, and I playfully lick at the tips of
each of the pistoning cocks as they appear and disappear
from the crushing grips. Gold takes her hand from one of
your nipples and starts to play with my clitoris. With so
much going on around my head, I can't see what is happening
to your cock, but it is obvious from the way your upper body
is heaving that the women are having their desired effects.
I too am becoming highly aroused again. And I tell the men
that I am going to come soon. They know what I want and
speed up the pumping on their rigid cocks. Shiny and Viking
seem to be the closest to coming, so I switch my hands over
to fondling the balls of Silver and Tail.
Everyone is synchronized and ready and I tilt my head back
and begin a loud, pulsing moan that signals my own orgasm.
Within seconds, all four of the men surrounding me are
shooting long sticky strings of milky white semen onto my
face, and my open mouth collects as much as it can. I open
my throat and let the salty slime run down over my tongue.
Your tongue becomes harder and longer and absolutely rigid
in my asshole, and I pump myself up and down on it. You too
are obviously in the throes of your orgasm, for I can hear
Gold urging Earth and Fire to catch the jets of come in
their mouths. The men around me continue milking out the
last drops of come into their palms, and they take turns
massaging this fluid into my puffy and sensitive nipples.
We all collapse to the floor with our sweaty limbs
intertwined. For now, I'll leave off with this story, for
the rest of the become will become an indistinguishable
series of connected orgiastic episodes. I pretty sure that
the next thing we will do is pour a gallon of maple syrup
onto the plastic, and then spin Gold around in a variation
of "spin the bottle!" And somewhere along the line the big
jar of maraschino cherries will be used for some kinky idea.
But I really must leave the rest to your imagination.
Perhaps you remember more than I do. All I know for sure is
that no one left my home unsatisfied, and they all promised
to "come" back soon.
8 Life's a Beach
I keep thinking back to that trip we took to that tropical
paradise in the Caribbean. My dreams are filled with
memories of days and nights of gentle loving and kinky
capers. So much sex in such a short period of time... it all
runs together in my mind, like your come and my juices did.
One of the recollections that keeps recurring is about that
day when we were sunning ourselves at the beach.
The front of our cottage fronted on a beautiful beach that
was wide, white and 6 miles long. From our deck, we could
see only a few other people scattered along the length, and
none were close by. We walked hand-in-hand out across the
sand and set up camp a few yards back from the edge of the
lapping waves. You were wearing that tiny black bikini
bathing suit that I had bought for you at the boutique, and
I was wearing an even skimpier bikini that was hot pink and
as transparent as tracing paper. Since you had explained
that you weren't interested in soaking up too many rays, we
had set up a huge beach umbrella that shaded your beach
chair, and I spread my giant towel out right in front of the
chair, where the warm sun could wash over me. I arranged
myself on my back with my head near your feet and my feet
pointing at the surf.
After a few minutes of tantalizing chit-chat about our prior
evenings encounter with the mysterious native in the pitch
blackness of our cottage, we were both starting to get
aroused, and the hot sun was putting a sheen of perspiration
on my skin. I asked you to help apply my SPF 15 lotion, but
when I started to get up so that you could rub it on, you
insisted that I should remain in my comfortable recumbent
position. Grabbing the lotion, you squatted down next to my
legs and rubbed in the lotion, starting with my feet. I
closed my eyes as your strong hands massaged the muscles of
my calves and toyed with my sensitive toes. It was so
tantalizing to feel the slippery lotion lubricating your
fingers.
Then your hands worked their way up to my knees, and you
teased me by tickling the backs of my knees. I restrained
myself from giggling, and the ticklishness turned into
something vaguely erotic. Continuing upward, you began to
massage my thighs, and I began to anticipate what it would
feel like when your hands ascended to my moistening cunt,
only inches "north" of where you were. I tingled with
expectations. Now, I know you well enough to realize that
predictability is not to be expected from you. But in those
early days of our relationship, I didn't realize that you
were so creative. So when you pulled away from me and stood
up, I started to whine at you to come back and apply the
lotion to my upper thighs, which I spread apart a little to
give you an idea of where I really wanted you to pay
attention.
But you silently answered my pleas with a stern look that
let me know that I shouldn't try to boss you around. I was
pleased to see your gaze slide down my body and alight upon
my bikini bottom. My sparse cunt hair was trimmed very close
in so that it didn't show around the edge of my bikini, but
the material was so thin that the hair was visible as a
texturing of the fabric. And my labia formed two distinct
ridges that bracketed the moist vertical smear of moisture
that had seeped out of my aroused cunt. As you stared, I
spread my legs a bit further and tipped my hips up so that
you could see my barely clad cunt even better.
Then you stepped back over to your beach chair and scootched
it forwards so that the set was directly over my face. I
couldn't see what you were doing, but suddenly I felt
splatters of cool thick liquid splash onto the skin of my
tummy. At first I had the thought that you had had an orgasm
and had shot your semen onto my stomach... but of course,
you had only had a few seconds to accomplish this, and the
liquid was too cold to have come from your cock. Then I felt
the soles of your feet begin to smear the creamy liquid
around on skin, and I realized that you had squirted the
tanning lotion onto me. As your feet started to gently rub
the lotion around my torso, more fat dollops of the cream
spewed onto my breasts, my shoulders, my thighs and my
crotch. Your feet wandered up to my breasts and the toes
slipped in under my bikini top, pushing the lotion all
around my tits. The big toe on each foot zeroed in on my
lengthening nipples, and then you began to clench your toes
under, capturing and gently squeezing my nipples with the
toe and ball of each foot. The milking action was unusual
and exotic, and it made me squirm and shiver.
I reached up and fondled your calves as your feet came out
from under the bikini top and spread the lotion around my
shoulders and then down the bumpy surface of my ribs. I felt
fresh spurts of the lotion falling randomly on my body. Your
right foot slithered up to my tummy and dipped into the pool
of thick cream that had formed in my belly button. Then
those toes descended further until they reached the low-
slung waste band of my bikini panties, and then dove under
the edge. Your toes entwined themselves in my pubic hair,
and you were able to bend your big toe down enough to spread
apart my labia and press onto the hard nub of my clitoris.
But within a few seconds, you pulled your foot out and
caught a fresh puddle of lotion and then pushed back into my
panties. A few more swabs like that and my bikini and crotch
were absolutely soaked with greasy, slippery lotion, and
more squirts of the lotion rain down on the outside of my
panties, and onto my thighs. Finally, you pull your foot up
and out over my crotch and down so that the heel was rubbing
my cunt area through the saturated thin material. The lotion
pooled and dripped everywhere, and your fat and solid heel
ground firmly into my slickened crotch, spreading the lips
outward under the fabric so that the inner lips and my erect
clitoris are exposed to the welcome and relentless pressure.
Although my head is still trapped under the chair, I could
easily imagine the view you have, with the radiant pink
material of my bikini almost transparent, revealing the
equally pink color of my engorged flesh.
My hands gravitated to my own breasts, and I push the top
out of the way and use the ample supply of lotion to give my
nipples and areolae a deep and satisfying massage. Your foot
lowered itself down so that your heel rests on the towel,
and your Achilles tendon was held in the passionate embrace
of my crotch. My hips began an instinctive up and down
motion that rubbed my barely-sheathed clitoris up and down
on that slippery and unbendably rigid rod of tendon. As I
squeezed and twisted my nipples harder and harder, I humped
your leg faster and faster, bearing down relentlessly with
an animal urgency. I wasn't long before my orgasm caught me
up in its surge of pulsing ecstasy that was sustained by the
pounding rhythm of the crashing waves. Only as the intensity
of the orgasm abated did I become aware of a new sensation:
a drip-drip-drip of lotion dropping onto one of my
sensitized nipples. It brought me back from dreamland with a
fresh and rising sexual desire. Deep as it was, this
pleasure was not going to be the end of our carnal play for
the morning.
I pushed up hard on the bottom of your chair's seat, and
surprised you by flipping it over backwards, leaving you
sprawled on the white beach. The sand coated your sweaty
body in splotchy patterns, and then you jumped up and raced
into the water, vaulting over an incoming wave and knifing
head-first into the surf. I stood up to follow, and it took
a moment to get over the post-orgasmic dizziness. I stumbled
into the water like a drunken sailor, and a big wave knocked
my legs out from under me. With a big breath of air held in
my lungs, I let my body go limp and felt the incredible
poser of the churning water tumble my body around like a rag
doll in a clothes drier. The cool water perked up my senses,
and I pushed up off the sandy bottom and shot up into the
air with my arms reaching toward the sun. When I came back
down, I swam underwater and snuck up to where you were
standing and pulled your skimpy bathing suit down to your
knees. We spent the next 15 minutes chasing and teasing each
other until we were cold and exhausted. Then we strode up
onto the beach and back to our chair, table and umbrella.
By now the sun had moved so that the shade was on the
blanket, so you lay down with your head toward the water and
your feet under the chair. Since there was no one else near
us on the beach, you agreed to take off your bathing suit,
and this revealed your cock. I know you didn't really
appreciate it when I told you that it looked particularly
cute right then, but that's what I kept thinking of. The
cold water had shrunk your cock up much smaller that usual,
and it stuck straight out from your crotch. This contrasted
with your balls, which were filled with come that had
accumulated during your lotioning of my body. The skin of
your balls was stretched tight and smooth over the swollen
eggs. It looked somehow cherubic and beautiful.
As I leaned over to examine it closely, your cock started to
grow. It happened so slowly that it was almost like trying
to watch a flower bud open. But millimeter by millimeter,
the water-shrunken cock, grew fatter and longer. It lay over
to one side and started to stretch out toward your hip, and
then the head kind of rolled and slithered along your tummy
until it pointed up to your belly button. Still it continued
to lengthen, nourished my eager and riveted stare. Just as
the tip looked like it was going to try to fuck your navel,
the whole length of your cock twitched and jerked up into
the air, hovering and convulsing an inch or so above your
tummy. When I saw that, I knew that it was beckoning me to
do more than gaze upon its magnificent beauty.
I grabbed our second (and last) bottle of sun lotion and
squirted it down onto your rigid cock. As the cool liquid
reached its target, your cock involuntarily bobbed and
weaved, as if it was trying to hide from the squirting
lotion. Just as you had done for me, I hosed the lotion all
over your torso, thighs, and balls, and then used the soles
of my feet to cradle the length of your cock. I began to
give you a satiny foot job with my well-lubricated feet. I
probed around the ridged edge of the head with my toes, and
then massaged up and down the raised tube that runs up the
entire length. I also pushed your cock back and forth across
your stomach, swabbing around the lotion as if your cock was
a windshield wiper. With one foot, I lightly prodded and
swirled your heavy balls.
When I thought you were starting to get too excited, I asked
you to slide your whole body further under the beach chair,
so that your cock was directly under the seat, just where my
head had been earlier. While you did that, I stood up and
removed my wet bikini bottom, then sat back in the chair.
This was one of those beach chairs that has those flexible
plastic strips running side to side, forming the seat. I was
able to push some of the strips forward, and others back, so
that my ass could hang down through the seat by a couple of
inches. At the same time, I could hook my knees up and onto
the wooden arms of the chair. This spread my ass cheeks and
my cunt lips wide open. It didn't take much imagination on
your part to see what I had in mind. You reached in under
the chair and lifted your greasy cock straight up. My cunt
was so close that you had to bend that rigid piece of meat
to get it past my pubic hair and my clit, and then the head
of your cock reached my open vagina, and you released it.
Without doing anything, your cock pushed up into me two or
three inches. That wasn't enough for either of us, and you
immediately started to lift and drop your ass, stabbing your
long and hard cock up into my avaricious cunt. In my
position, I really couldn't move much, so I left it for you
to fuck me, which you did with great passion and enthusiasm.
It was so marvelous to be fucked by your huge cock while I
gazed out over the ocean. The sounds of the waves were
mesmerizing. Your cock filling my cunt was the only place
that we were touching each other. I reached down through the
slats of plastic and rubbed my clitoris with one hand, and
the other reached even further under and I let my first and
second fingers scissor around the exposed part of your cock,
applying even more squeezing pressure to your hard cock as
it plunged deep in and out of my wide-open vagina. That was
just what you needed; within moments, you began an intense
and convulsive orgasm. I looked down at your face and saw a
grimace that might have been mistaken for extreme pain, if I
didn't know better. Your hips thrust fiercely up into me,
bumping the entire chair up and down. Your final thrust left
you paralyzed in an arched position, buried in my cunt as
deeply as you could. After half a minute, your body
collapsed back down to the towel, and only your cock's head
was left inside me.
My rapid flicking of my clitoris finally had its desired
effect, and I was wracked by my second orgasm of the day.
The spasms in my body were most conspicuous inside my
vagina, and the muscles contracted and squeezed out much of
the huge load of come that you had deposited. I could feel
it flood down out of me and around the head of your cock,
down into your matted pubic hair. And finally, as your cock
shrank more and more, the head pulled out and your cock
flopped back down onto your stomach, thoroughly wet and
satisfied. I let my feet drop back down onto the sand and
tipped my head back.
Within minutes you and I had fallen into deep sleep, filled
with kinky dreams of what might occur during the rest of our
vacation. It's fortunate that we applied the sunscreen so
liberally, for as the sun continued to move across the sky,
we each got our share of the sleepy rays
I fell asleep wondering whether any of the other people on
the beach would walk by during our nap. What would they have
seen-my cunt dripping semen down through the slats of the
chair, onto your limp cock, which was coated with streaks of
already-dry come-or would they just have paid attention to
the smug and satisfied smiles on our faces?
Upon our awakening, my curiosity was satisfied. On the towel
next to your head was a note: "We are glad to see that you
are enjoying your vacation. But you are obviously running
low on sun tan lotion. If you like some more, stop by our
villa. We are three houses down the beach from your place.
Come by anytime, and come as often as you can. Drinks are
served at 5:00 PM. It's been a pleasure seeing
you!.................Alice and Joe."
Mmmmmm, sounds good, and the lotion is so expensive down
here. We'll have to check out their offer.
9 Slippery When Wet
I have a Jacuzzi at home that I use when I am relaxing, and
also when I want to masturbate while reading sexy stories
from the Internet. But it is really just a glorified bathtub
with jets, not something that you and I have had much
success at enjoying together. It is just too cramped for
more than one person at a time. On the other hand, the
spacious Jacuzzi that they have at the local fitness center
has been a place that you and I have fantasized about.
During regular open hours, we have been there together, and
have sat in the huge tub, stealing quick gropes and
occasionally sneaking our hands into the crotch of each
other's bathing suit. But there is no privacy. We have never
been there when we have had the tub to ourselves for more
than a few minutes.
You have obviously been talking to your friend George about
some of our fantasies of the big Jacuzzi, because he has
offered you a favor. He is the manager of the fitness
center, and he has given you a key to the place so that we
can go there after closing time and use the Jacuzzi. So here
we are in the parking lot of the center, watching the last
few members walking out the door. It is past midnight, and
the windows of my Miata are steaming up as we fondle away
the time. Your hand is inching up from my knee, past the hem
of my skirt, and as I spread my knees as much as I can in
this constricted space, your fingers curl up past the edge
of my skin-tight silk panties. You graze over my sparse cunt
hair, which tickles me. When your fingertips slide down into
the wet slice of my cunt, I am frustrated by not having room
to open myself to your touch.
But it doesn't matter, since now you pull your hand away and
direct my attention to the big glass front doors of the
fitness center. There is George, flipping off the light
switches, gradually darkening the building. Then he exits
through the doors, setting the locks, and strides down the
sidewalk to his car, waving once in our direction. After a
few moments of last second indecision (it looks so dark it
there), we get out of my Miata and silently walk across to
the doors, where you quickly unlock the doors and then
relock them after we are inside. Not a word passes between
us. Something about the sneakiness of this makes for a
spooky and hushed mood. Once we round the corner of the
hallway and are out of sight of the driveway, we each light
one of the candles that we had brought along, and we head
down the stairs to the Jacuzzi room. I grip your hand
tightly to help ward away the small but gnawing fear in my
stomach. It is hard to explain my fear, since this is a
quiet suburban community, and my head tells me that this is
a totally safe place to be. But the flickering shadows and
the late hour are nevertheless kind of scary.
And it making me horny, too. Being teased so briefly in the
car got me started. Actually, I have been somewhat aroused
all day since you called me this morning to tell me that we
could use the Jacuzzi by ourselves tonight. I had to use
great self-discipline to keep from reaching down under my
desk at work to give myself a quick little orgasm. But I
could feel the moisture in my crotch all afternoon and
evening, and after many hours of being a little high on the
anticipation, I know that the flesh of my cunt has become
swollen and sensitive, and that my clitoris has puffed up
and pushed out from the lips of my cunt, so that I could
even feel it rubbing against the silk of my panties as I
walked. My hard nipples have jutted out through the filmy
material of my bra, and I know that they are visible to
anyone who looks. So I have been stimulated all day, and now
the skittish edge that comes from fear is actually serving
to build up on my arousal. I don't use the word "horny" to
describe myself very often; I suppose that it sounds
somewhat crude to me. But that is exactly what I was
feeling-scared and horny. I knew that I would be able to
stuff my feelings of horror so that I could enjoy the fruits
of my awakened lustiness.
So as we get to the door to the Jacuzzi, my palms are sweaty
with this mix of emotions, and I pull you around and press
the entire length of my body up against yours, pushing you
against the door. I spread our hands out straight to either
side of the door, and we grip the candles together. I kiss
you hard, mashing my lips against yours, pressing the red
flesh against our teeth, then stabbing my tongue deep into
my mouth. For the moment, I am the aggressor, as I rub my
breasts into your chest, and then slowly lower myself down
your body, unbuttoning your shirt and pulling it to the
side. Continuing lower, I am letting my nipples, which are
encased in the thinnest of blouse and bra, drag over the
rough material of your shirt and jeans. When my knees touch
the carpet, my head is even with your crotch. I kiss at the
elongated hump in your pants. It extends at an angle from
the base of your fly down along your right thigh. I realize
that you must not be wearing underwear. That is what allows
your semi-hard cock to extend in that direction. After
planting kisses along your sheathed cock's length, I press
my lips to the end of your cock and force moist, hot breath
through the denim and onto your sensitive cock. I can feel
your cock becoming harder, and it strains to pull upwards.
But it is held in place by your tight jeans and by my mouth.
The denim is now soaking wet in the place that I am kissing,
and I realize that it is not only my hot breath that is
making the moisture. You are dripping precome, and I lick
your jeans and can taste the salty liquid. Mmmm, that is so
good, so sexy.
I can't wait any longer. Leaving both candles in your hands,
I reach up to unbutton your jeans, and then yank down the
zipper. I am in a hurry now, and I pull down your pants to
your knees all at once. Your cock is released from its
constraints and forcefully flips upwards against my chin,
and then bounces up to the side of my face. Pulling back, I
kiss the tip of your cock once, drawing in a string of clear
come, and then I fasten my lips around the taught head and
suck in hard, literally pulling my lips down the long shaft.
Bit by bit, I am drawn down toward your thick pubic hair. I
feel the bumps and ridges of veins with my tightly puckered
lips as I let my gaze rise up over your hard stomach, your
hairy chest, your tiny erect nipples, and then all the way
up to your face. You have apparently unbuttoned your shirt.
My eyes lock onto yours as my suction pulls my lips all the
way into the bristly hair at the base of your cock. My nose
is nestled into that hair, and as I release my suction to
get a breath of air, I breathe in the exciting, musky scent.
The head of your cock rests all the way at the back of my
tongue. I bring up one hand to cup and fondle your balls,
and my fingertips prod rhythmically at the root of your
cock, in the area between your balls and your asshole. This
makes your entire cock throb and dance in the hot cavern of
my mouth, and the tip of my tongue curls up to massage the
tube-like ridge running along the bottom of your cock. I can
tell from the dreamy look in your eyes that you really like
what I'm doing. Perhaps too much, I realize, since we
haven't even opened the door to the Jacuzzi yet.
But what the hell. I know that you are good for more than
one load of semen tonight. You must have been aroused all
day like I was. So instead of pulling my mouth off of your
cock so that we can go enjoy the Jacuzzi, I clamp down
harder, and then start to snap my neck forwards and back, so
that I am truly fucking your cock with my mouth. Each time I
pull back to your head, I let my tongue slurp in a circle
around the crown, and poke lightly into your pisshole. Then
back down to the base again, with an increasingly rapid
tempo. I slip one of my feet around so that I can rest my
weight on it, and it immediately presses up through the
material of my skirt and I can feel the pressure of my
Achilles tendon as my pistoning on your cock causes my
crotch to rock back and forth. It's not enough to let me
reach a climax, but it brings me to an even higher level of
arousal. I though I was horny before! Now I have your hard
long cock fucking deep into my sucking mouth, and I am
juggling your balls in my palm as I toy with that sensitive
spot near your asshole. My heel is driving into my cunt,
squashing my labia and my bulging clitoris into the soaking
wet silk. I am hot as can be, sweating with exertion and
lust. Oh, it feels so good, and I can see that it feels
great for you too. Looking into your face, I can see that
your eyes are now unable to focus, and then they clamp shut
and your face becomes twisted. You are panting quickly, and
sharp, high-pitched moans escape from between your lips.
For my part, I speed up my pistoning even more, so that my
hair is flipping around my cheeks and onto your thighs. Just
as I anticipate your orgasm is truly arriving, I draw back
my head a few inches from your cock, and bring both of my
hands up to jack your shaft. The copious saliva that I have
left behind mixes with more of your precome, making for a
wonderful lubrication, and I squeeze hard with both hands.
Your cock is so hard and long that even using both hands, I
am only able to cover half of the wet skin.
Propelled my the vigorous milking of my hands, the first jet
of your cream shoots out from the tip of your cock, and
traverses the gap, splattering over my outstretched tongue.
When I close my mouth to savor and swallow your come, the
next two jets target on my nose and chin. I crane forwards
and rub my face into your still throbbing and drooling cock.
The slimy mix of greasy come and saliva is swabbed all over
my face, and then I kiss and lick at your cock to clean off
the salty and tangy mix. Gradually your cock loses its
hardness, and your knees buckle. You slide down the wall and
end up sitting on the floor. I stand up and tell you to pull
out of your reverie or I'll go home and enjoy my own Jacuzzi
by myself. But we both know that this is an idle threat.
And with that, I gently push your soft body out of the way
and open the door to the tub room. It is almost pitch black
in there, with only the light of the candles shining
indirectly through the small window in the door. Plucking up
my courage, I enter the room and let the automatic door
close behind me. It only takes me 30 seconds to pull off all
of my clothes, finally peeling the wet crotch of my panties
out from between the swollen lips of my labia. I try to get
into the Jacuzzi quickly, but when I am standing in the
middle of the tub, the water is so hot that I have to stop
for a few seconds to rebuild my determination. Then I let my
leg muscles go soft, and my body drops quickly the rest of
the way into the steaming water. I push myself over to the
side and manipulate the controls, starting up the bubbles
and jets. A couple of red lights come on under the surface,
creating even more of an erotic mood. I'd never paid much
attention to those lights before, since the bright overhead
flourescents had always been on when we'd been in this tub
before.
I position myself on one of the underwater benches so that a
jet is aimed up into my cunt. I have to force myself not to
inch closer and closer to this surge of pleasure-giving
water. But I still trust that you will be joining me in the
tub, so I hold back. Still, I spread my legs wide, hooking
one foot up and over the edge of the tub. The pulsing jet
washes over my cunt, and my cunt hair and my labia waft
around in the current. God, I've been mentally and
indirectly stimulated for more than 12 hours, and now I am
finally having some direct stimulation, no matter that I am
keeping it mild. But it feels so good. I wonder how long I
could stand being at this level of excitement. What if I was
constrained from moving, so that this limited plateau of
pleasure just went on indefinitely?
While I am thinking about that, the door opens, and in your
come. You are much as I left you, standing there with your
pants down around your ankles and your shirt pulled open to
reveal your chest. Your cock is still limp, and glistens
wetly in the red light. As I watch, I see a final dollop of
your come ooze out of the tip and ever-so-slowly stretch out
and falls to the floor, leaving a pearly white string that
connects back up to your cock. Within seconds, the string
breaks.
But what to do. Your cock is too soft to be useful to me. I
need to encourage you to bring it back to life. I ask you to
take off the rest of your clothes, and then to stand on the
floor next to where my foot is hooked over the edge of the
tub. When you are there, I reluctantly let my hips arch
upward and away from the warm and welcome jet of water. My
cunt rises like Atlantis, so that it is just barely out of
the water. Reaching under my rear, I re-aim the jet to point
upwards more. Now it is directed at my asshole. At first, my
cheeks involuntarily clench tightly closed, but gradually, I
let the tension ebb out of the muscles, and the jet of water
is able to play right onto and even into my ass. Doing this
is wonderfully kinky, fitting right in with the randy
horsiness that I am still feeling strongly.
Now I let my fingers inch their way up into my cunt, where I
languorously play around in the wet folds. I am enjoying all
of this for myself, but I especially am trying to bring you
and your cock back to life. Looking straight up, your body
rises up above me like a magnificent statue on a pedestal.
As I broadly massage my cunt and let the jet probe into my
ass, I know that I am putting on a show for you. My breasts
are made weightless by the buoyancy of the water, and they
float around lazily on my chest. My nipples are hard as
pencil erasers, and poke up and knife through the surface of
the water like swarming shark fins. After a few minutes, I
begin to have the desired effect on you (and myself as
well). At first, it is just a barely discernible twitch of
the head of your cock, but eventually, I can see the length
begin to grow down toward my reclining figure. You grasp the
pliant yet firming stalk and begin to slowly milk it, making
it harder and harder. Everything looks red in this crimson
shimmering light, but the head of your cock is certainly
darker and almost purple colored.
When your erection reaches 3/4 hardness, you kneel down and
swing your legs into the tub, and hop in. The depth of the
water puts your balls in the water, and your cock just north
of that. Standing between my wide-spread thighs, you
playfully twitch the muscles of your stomach, which makes
your cock spring up and then flop down, slapping the water.
You edge your feet forwards, and your cock splashes closer
and closer to the junction of my legs. I use my fingers to
spread my pubic hair and my outer labia, so that when you
are finally close enough, your cock slaps down gently into
the wet, pink valley of my cunt. Another couple of inches
forwards, and the head of your cock touches down on my
clitoris. It's the most subtle of caresses, but it strikes
me like an electric shock. My hips jerk up sharply, and then
settle again.
You grasp the bottom half of your now fully hard cock in one
of your hands. This allows you to fully control the motion
of your cock, and you begin to swipe it back and forth over
my entire cunt. Then you mimic the slapping motion that you
had before, only more forcefully, so that you bring the head
of your cock down hard onto my clitoris. When you get the
positioning just right, the tip of your cock actually flips
over the tip of my clit, strumming it like a bass guitar
string. Although your thigh now blocks the most of the full
force of the jet on my ass, my anus is still wide open, and
I can feel the bubbles and currents tickling that forbidden
spot. I am now at an even higher plateau of pleasure. I
wouldn't have thought it possible to be this euphoric and
passionate, but you and I are able to maintain it like this
for minute, after minute, after minute......
Finally, my moment arrives, and I am transported into an
unbelievable orgasm that feels like I have become the
swirling waters of the Jacuzzi: hot, twisting, effervescent
with tiny bubbles, connected to everything in the world,
primal, surging, and cresting as huge waves. It is wonderful
and erotic and ultimately indescribable. I have no idea how
long my climax maintains itself, but you keep up the
strumming over the tip of my clitoris until I finally let
loose of my labia and push your cock away. There's only so
much that I can stand, and that was twice my limit.
After my frenetic orgasm, I need a few minutes of quiet to
clear my head. So I reach over to the controls and turn off
the jets and the bubbles. Silence. My head buzzes in the
aftermath of my climax, and I let the arch of my hips come
down, and then unhook my foot from the side. My body floats
easily on the surface with you still standing between my
spread thighs. Your cock juts straight outwards from your
crotch, and the head probes undemandingly into my cunt hair.
You know enough to give me the time I need to recover.
With all that has happened over the last half hour, the fear
that I had felt in the hallways has completely dissipated.
Suddenly it returns, for the silence of the moment is broken
by the faint thumping of feet on the stairs. The white light
of a flashlight glimmers in the window of the door, getting
closer and closer. You reach across me to hit the switch of
the underwater lights, hoping that the unwanted intruders
will walk past and down to the locker rooms. My breath is
caught in my throat, and I rise to my feet and hug you
tightly, somehow seeking your protection.
The footsteps (it seems like more that one person, and now
we can here their hushed voices) stop in front of this room,
and the doorknob turns. The door opens. The beam of light
plays around the room and then aims right at us. We are
blinded by the glare, and have no idea who is there in the
room with us. The beam lowers slightly, so that it is
shining directly at the water level. Then, to our surprise,
we hear a giggle and then another. We can see the profile of
three people standing just inside the door. I'm still
scared, but there is something about the giggling that seems
far from ominous.
You summon up the courage to say something. You ask them to
shine the light away from our eyes, and to turn on the
overhead lights. When they do, we can see that the intruders
are actually 3 young men, maybe college age or younger. They
are dressed in swim suits and are dripping wet. Hardly
anything to be scared of, I think, since you are much larger
and stronger than any two or three of them combined. One of
them nervously blurts out that they thought they would have
the place to themselves, and that they are sorry to
interrupt. Another one says something that we are obviously
enjoying the Jacuzzi more than they could have. That is when
I suddenly get over my shock at their intrusion and realize
that you and I are standing there stark naked, and that they
can see from your huge erection that we are doing more than
just relaxing in the warm waters. Fear seems to stimulate
you sexually much as it does me. In fact, I can't help but
notice that my tingle of arousal is still with me,
unquenched by my orgasm. In fact, I can't avoid the fact
that I'm still horny as hell! Glancing down, I can see that
my nipples are still hart and pointy.
After a few moments of awkwardness, one of the boys says
that he should explain what they are doing there. I can tell
that they are kind of scared too. Of course! They aren't
supposed to be in the building. It turns out that they hid
in the weight room until after closing time. They had spent
the last hour cavorting in the pool in the dark. It was sort
of a lark, done on a dare, but it turned out that swimming
in the dark had been a lot of fun. But they had finally
gotten cold, so they were coming down to take hot Jacuzzi to
warm up before sneaking out and going back to the dorm. They
were freshmen at the nearby college. They begged us not to
turn then in to the college's disciplinary authorities. They
assumed that we were owners or managers of the athletic
center. Otherwise, what would we be doing here so late at
night. Funny how suddenly the tables have turned. We thought
we were in danger, but it turns out that these three young
men are the ones feeling danger.
During their long explanation, you and I continue standing
and facing them, arms around each other's back. I'm not sure
why we don't at least slip down into the water, but I guess
that it gives us more of a feeling of power to be standing.
No that's not really it, is it. I can tell by looking down
at your cock that you are getting off on making these boys
squirm, and that you are showing off your magnificent body
and your gorgeous girlfriend. And they are eager to be
shown. At least their eyes are glued to my body, sweeping
eagerly up and down my exposed glories. My cunt is just
below the surface, but my wispy cunt hair is floating on the
surface, and their eyes keep getting stuck on this spot.
Perhaps they are hoping to part the waters like Moses so
that they can see the Promised Land. thoughts like that
bring a smile to my face.
When they have finished explaining, they start to excuse
themselves so that they can leave us in peace. But they are
not rushing to the door. They seem to be waiting for us to
tell them that they can leave and that we won't get them in
trouble. Instead, you absolutely astonish them by telling
them that they had better do something to get warmed up
(they are shivering like crazy). Something like getting in
the Jacuzzi like they had originally planned. All three of
them let their jaws drop open in shock, yet still they
didn't make a move, either out of the room or into the tub.
So I took the initiative by walking through the water over
the edge of the tub closest to them. Looking up into their
faces, I asked them to please join us. Something about being
asked nicely by the object of their yearnings was enough to
convince them, and finally they broke their frozen poses and
started to walk up to the Jacuzzi. When the first boy
started to squat down to get into the water, I reached out
with my hand and grabbed his foot to stop him. He looked at
me with confusion painted across his face. I then told the
three of them that it would be more appropriate if they
dress for this occasion the same way that you and I were
dressed. That's what friends would do, and we were hoping
that they might become our friends. Of course, it was
obvious that I meant "undress." I gave the boy's foot a
squeeze, then let my fingertips run up his shin to his knee.
He looked over to his two other buddies, and it took almost
30 seconds for them to decide. While we all waited, you came
up behind me and hugged me from behind. You're bending your
knees slightly, your cock slid between my ass cheeks and
forwards through my crotch. The head of your cock poked so
far forwards that I could look down and see the tip stirring
around in my cunt hair.
Finally, they said what the hell, and stood in a row right
in front of me and peeled down their swim suits. They were
all wearing big baggy trunks, so I had no idea what would be
revealed until the suits were down low enough. What a feast
for my eyes. These guys weren't jailbait, but they weren't
much over that. Their bodies were lean and almost hairless,
so that I could see their balls unobscured by pubic hair.
And best of all, their cocks were so young and strong. These
guys had erections that seemed like they were made out of
polished hardwood. They arched upwards like Arabian
scimitars, and there was just no sag. But there was
movement. These three cocks that loomed above me are
throbbing and pulsing as if they had a life of their own.
Yet somehow, impossibly, these cocks gave me the impression
of being virginal. I know that this was unlikely, but that's
what they looked like in their smooth, white, tight skinned
beauty.
There was no doubt in their minds now that our invitation to
get in the tub was to be more that just a social occasion.
But as they were getting into the Jacuzzi, I was glad that
to hear you telling them that this was going to be the time
of their young lives, but that we had one rule. You told
them that you were the only one that would actually get to
fuck me. They would certainly get to have as much pleasure
as they could stand, that I would touch them, jerk them off,
suck their cocks, fondle their balls.... But actual fucking
was your territory alone.
I suppose that they are a bit disappointed at hearing the
no-fucking rule, but on the other hand, it was now
completely out in the open that this was about sex. In fact,
your direct use of the word "fuck" was like a button that
has been pushed, both for them and for me. Fuck.....
Fuck.......FUCK..... It is just the word to match the word
"horny" that I had been saying to myself all evening. I want
to be fucked. Not made love to. I want to suck cock. I want
to play with their balls. I want to have their hot sperm
shooting all over my body. This is going to be absolutely
the ultimate in how to quench my hunger for horny sex.
You take charge of arranging us. It is not easy to position
four men and a woman so that satisfaction can be guaranteed.
First, you have me return to my floating-on-my-back
position, and you return to standing between my legs,
holding my hips to keep me afloat and to keep me from
drifting away. My head is over one of the underwater benches
at the edge. Then one of the young stud kneels on the bench
to each side of me. This way, their cocks are above water
and pointing right at my head. The third guy perches his ass
right on the cushioned rim of the tub, and he bends his cock
downwards with his hands so that it is directly over me.
Cocks everywhere. I am surrounded. Within inches of my face
are the three monumentally hard white cocks that are waiting
for attention. And I can feel your cock insistently prodding
at my cunt. I willingly spread my legs again to let you in.
And in you go, all at once, plunging all the way in one
quick stab. Usually, I need a slower approach to accustom
myself to your thickness. But tonight I'm ready, as ready as
I've ever been. I've been waiting for this since this
morning's phone call, and as the hours have passed, I've
only become more ready. Just as my mouth sucked your cock
hard into my mouth a while ago in the hallway, I feel sure
that my vagina is drawing you in with a vacuuming force. You
have no choice but to fill me with that big cock.
And speaking of big cocks, I've got plenty to choose from.
The boys are getting impatient. All three are lightly
stroking their erections, and the two to my sides are
nudging my cheeks. I turn to one of them and nibble on the
tip. I tongue the pisshole. I bare my teeth and let them
lightly rub over the taught skin, catching on the rim of the
head. I let my lips wrap around the head, while my tongue is
flicking around and around the entire crown. He is still
pumping away on the base of his cock, and I encourage him to
give me more of his solid meat. It is so hot and firm in my
mouth. I can almost imagine that it will explode like a
balloon if the skin becomes any more taut. I now push down
further onto his incredibly long shaft, and my lips bump
against his fingers, forcing them to make room for my
hungry, slurping mouth. He is left with only a finger and
his thumb gripping at the root of his cock, but even then,
he continues to squeeze and milk his shaft, making the head
bump repeatedly against the roof of my mouth. I slurp and
gobble, tasting his precome as it slides around in my mouth.
It tastes subtly different than yours, I realize. Less
salty, more sweet. Something about his being so young, I
wonder.
While I am gobbling on this one hunk of hard flesh, I am
able to reach up with one hand to tickle my fingers over the
surface of the cock directly overhead. And with the other
hand, I reach under the cock of the boy on my other side and
fool around with his balls. Both of these guys are also
pumping away at their cocks with increasing speed. So
eventually, I switch from sucking the stud on my right to
the one on my left. I give him some of the same treatment,
and his precome is already flowing when I start. It is also
more sweet than yours, maybe more watery too. And so much of
it.
Speaking of you...., you have kept your cock completely
buried in my cunt while this is going on, but you haven't
moved it in and out. Nevertheless, I can feel it throbbing
and twitching inside me. Now you pull it most of the way out
and begin thrusting in and out just an inch or so. In this
position, you have just the right angle to stimulate my G
spot. You certainly know what you are doing. You are giving
that most sensitive bump a deep massage, and it is doing
quite the number on me. Your hands on my hips begin to give
my ass cheeks an equally deep massage. You know me so well.
You touch me so deeply, so thoroughly, so passionately.
I am now going back and forth between the two guys on each
side of my head, giving them hot, wet sucks. And the guy
over my head has crunched forwards and down, so that his
balls are easier for me to reach. He seems to be frustrated
that his friends are getting the blow jobs, so I stop for a
minute to tell him not to worry, that his time will come.
That satisfies him as I continue to lightly juggle his huge
balls. They are hanging down so low and are right in front
of my eyes. Unlike your balls, they are hairless and almost
smooth.
Now the boys on each side are obviously getting close. I am
trying to adjust the amount of stimulation that I give each
of them so that they will climax simultaneously. Again I
stop for a moment to explain that I want you and the two
guys at my side to all come at once. Back to sucking and
squeezing and driving these guys crazy. And back to getting
fucked. You are finally giving me the "hard and deep"
fucking that I really need more than anything. I hook my
legs around your hips to keep from being pushed right into
the wall of the Jacuzzi. I dig my heels into your back and
pull you all the way in, then release you so that you can
rear back for the next thrust. One of your hands has worked
down and around my ass cheek, so that you can tickle at the
rim of my asshole. That feels just right, getting banged so
hard by your cock while being teased so lightly by your
finger.
Faster and faster you go, and harder and harder I suck.
These two boys are ready to go. So I let go of the guy over
my head and use one hand on each of the cocks beside my head
and start to pump them both as hard and fast as I can. I
shout at you to pull my body up out of the water, and my
breasts and stomach rise up clear. And then I can feel a
different, familiar kind of throbbing in the cocks in my
hands. They are going to come. It is about to happen. They
both start grunting, and so do you. It sounds like a cage
full of apes. I start shouting at them, imploring them to do
it. Go ahead. Squirt that sweet come all over me. Cover me
with hot cream. Drown me in your spendings.
You get the message and pull your cock out of my grasping
cunt, just as it spews forth with the first jet of semen. It
arches up over my cunt and navel, splattering across my
heaving belly. Moments later, the two boys get inspired by
your example, and my milking, and they too let go with shots
of their come, which I accurately aim at my breasts. Within
seconds, my entire torso is covered with milky-white goop
that both burns and soothes my skin. Big dollops hang in
stringy masses on my breasts and dangle around my long, hard
nipples. It is amazing how much cream these young studs had
to give me. I want all that they have, and I milk out as
much as I can. My navel fills up with a puddle of the
wonderful stuff. You slide your softening cock into my cunt
and rub it tenderly over my widespread cunt lips. Your come
drools out over my pink and swollen flesh, and slimes around
on my clitoris. I pull the still long, but softening, cocks
of the boys down to my breasts and poke at the greasy
nipples with the ridges of the cock heads. I am one huge
sensitive nerve that hooks together all of my erogenous
zones into a network of pure sexual hunger. This is not
enough, but is a big step in the right direction.
Of course, it is not enough for the third young man either.
He has been patient and understanding, even getting his
balls out of my face long enough for me to watch all of that
semen squirting over my body. That's a view that I didn't
want to miss, and that I'll remember forever. But now it is
his turn, and I ask him to slip down so that he can stand on
the bench, straddling my head. My thighs are still hooked
over your hips, supporting my lower body, and I instruct the
boys at my sides to each use one hand to support my upper
body above the waterline. I use my hands to reach up and
grasp the last boys cock. One squeeze of my hands brings
forth a couple of teaspoons of clear precome, and it is
enough to lubricate the entire length of his cock. And we
save the best (or at least biggest) for last. Maybe it is
because we made him wait and watch for so long. In any case,
his cock must be 11 or 12 inches long, and it seems to want
to point all the way up at (or past!) his navel. I have to
keep a tight grip to keep it within reach. As I pull down,
he bends his knees more. Not only does that make it easier
for me to reach and stroke his cock. It also brings his
balls right down to my lips.
While I start to jack off this boy and nibble and lick at
his balls, you and the two other guys start to massage the
front of my body, using all of that greasy semen as a body
lotion. Each of the guys pays attention to one of my
breasts, while you get your limp cock out of the way so that
you can masturbate my clitoris. The way that you know that I
like it. Side to side, not right on the very tip, but just
above that. This is good. Yes. I have to be careful that my
rising excitement doesn't make me lose control too much. I
wouldn't want to suck too hard on the lovely smooth balls
that are now all the way inside my mouth. You've taught me
how just the right amount of sucking and licking can do the
trick.
Now you have instructed one of the boys that was stimulating
my incredibly sensitive nipples to pinch harder and to
massage deeper. And you tell the other to take over for you
by rubbing my clitoris. You give him perfect instructions
about how I like it. It turns me on to hear you describing
to this neophyte just the way a real woman likes it. You
tell him to be sure to pay attention to my labia too. And
with that, I can feel both you and him pinch and pull at
those long and swollen lips. I know without seeing that the
two of you have stretched them wide apart, and that every
detail of my cunt is open to all your eyes. Then you kneel
down in to the hot water and insert one finger into my
vagina, again finding my G spot. Pinching and kneading of my
nipples..... strumming my clitoris..... pinching my cunt
lips..... massaging my G spot. Both my hands jacking up and
down on 12 inches of slippery young cock. My nose probing
into the clean, pink, wrinkled rosette of his asshole. And
my mouth full of hot balls, full of more of that semen that
is soon to be spraying over my body.
Soon
Soon
Soon.....and now. His balls were hanging down so loose, but
now they pull up towards the root of his cock. His ass
cheeks tighten up squeezing my nose between them. His cock
starts writhing in my hands, but I don't stop pumping.
Rather than suck on his balls, I now blow hot air onto them
and onto his cock from below. And that does it. He is
clenching his ass cheeks fast and repeatedly, and I can feel
bolts of come rising up through his cock and out to the tip.
A couple of blobs land and my breasts and get immediately
massaged into my tits. While one hand milks his cock some
more, I take the other hand and wrap it around his cock head
so that the come gets caught in my fingers. Once I capture a
couple of spurts, I bring it down to my mouth and lick the
shiny heavy cream onto my tongue. I feed on it like it is my
desert. This young stud is still spurting more come onto my
chest and tummy, and the trio of hands working my nipples
and cunt are pushing me over the top. Another huge orgasm
picks me up and sweeps me into the clouds of rapture. I am
shaking with bliss and ecstasy. For a few moments, I am
totally in another place, where there is no time, no names,
no reality.
You and these boys have given me a night to remember, and I
think that you all have been thoroughly satisfied too.
Certainly there are now three boys that should now be called
men, for they have learned that a woman can sometimes be as
hungry and horny as any man. Now that we have brought them
up to speed, should we think about making another encounter
with them. I'm sure that we'll get no argument from them.
Think about it. It is your turn to write an account of our
next rendezvous with them. And then you can send it to me,
or post it on the alt.sex.stories board.
'Til Then, Sue
10 And Not A Drop To Drink
>>> continuing with my remembrances of our hot time at the
beach, begun in Hot night in Caribe (Sue's 3rd) and continued
in Life's a Beach (Sue's 8th) <<<<<<
That message from the mysterious Alice and Joe was all we
could talk about as we retired from the beach get some
lunch. The ambiguous connotations were a tickle to our
sexual sensibilities, and we were energized and preoccupied
with speculation about what might happen if we went to
visit. Perhaps they were doddering 80 year olds that simply
wanted to be neighborly, in a completely innocent kind of
way. Or maybe they were like us: sexual adventurers in
search of the next escapade!
The only way to find out was to go visit them, but we were
invited for drinks at 5:00. It was only 11:00, so we had to
wait six hours. It was tempting to roll into bed (or some
other part of the house) to continue our romps, but we
applied a good measure of self-discipline and "saved"
ourselves for this evening. Not that we were absolutely
chaste; as we ate showered, ate lunch, and went about our
day, we both engaged in quick gropes and playful double-
entendres. Much of the afternoon was spent reading on the
deck. On your recommendation, I read "Vox," and you read my
copy of "Delta of Venus" by Anais Nin-I never leave home
without it. Altogether, we go ourselves and each other very
turned on, so that as the afternoon progressed, it became
increasingly difficult to hold out for our visit to our
neighbors.
In fact, by 4:00, we couldn't wait any longer. After all,
they not only invited us for drinks, but also to "come by
anytime" to borrow sun lotion, so we had an excuse to go on
over. I dressed in a white super-lightweight cotton shift,
and you wore drawstring pants and a sleeveless T-shirt that
clung to your body, showing the bulging muscles of your
chest and back, and even the nubs of your nipples. Barefoot
and with great expectations (God, what if we had been wrong
and they really were the 80 year olds!) we strolled hand in
hand down the beach to the third beach house. From the sand,
it was obvious that it wasn't any old house. They had called
it a villa, and it was at least that. The white stucco walls
rose up to red tiled roof, enclosing a huge home that spoke
of airy and restrained elegance. A lush hedge of iridescent
bougainvillea separated the beach from the back yard, and as
we walked along this boundary planting toward the steps from
the beach to the lawn, we were entranced by the vivid
flowers at our side. The hedge was quite thick, but
occasionally there were slight breaks that allowed a view
into the yard. Upon hearing some muffled laughter emanating
from beyond the foliage, we stopped dead in our tracks and
peeked through one of the gaps. What we saw was definitely
not a couple of decrepit octogenarians rolling around in
wheel chairs.
Between the villa and us was a big swimming pool, and
between the pool and the hedge was some overstuffed
sectional-style furniture covered with white vinyl. But that
was not what caught our attention. It was the man and woman
that were using the furniture as the stage for the show that
they were unknowingly giving us. They were only 6 or 8 feet
from our hidden position, and what we saw was a beautiful
eyeful.
The woman-this was of course Alice-was nude, and she was
stretched out face-down on the top edge of the couch. Her
rear was directly over the end of the back, and her right
foot was tucked in under her, hooked onto the arm of the
couch. Her long left leg extended down to the grass next to
the couch. Her hands reached far in front of her head, and
this position displayed her well-tanned and muscular back
and flanks. We could see one of her breast swelling out
along the back of the couch, pushed outward by the sort of
straddling position that her tits made on the couch. Her
jet-black hair was long and glossy, and hung down toward the
ground obscuring her face completely. Overall, she was
obviously tall, trim, strong,....and totally exposed. Her
stance left her ass cheeks spread wide, and her cunt was
open to our view. The radiant pink folds of flesh were damp
and she was clean shaven except for a small patch of black
hair that we could barely see on her mons. Was she ever
ready!
What she was ready for was Joe. He was also naked, and he
was squatting down next to an outdoor Jacuzzi, hooking up a
garden hose to a spigot that was part of the steaming tub.
When he had it connected and turned on, he pulled other end
of the hose over to a spot right at the end of the couch,
between Alice' open legs. When I saw him aim the stream of
water at Alice's cunt, I shivered in sympathy for how the
cold water would feel, but then I saw wisps of steam arising
from the spraying water, and I realized that the water was
coming from the Jacuzzi and was over 100 degrees. And it was
being directed all over Alice's cunt. For a moment, Joe
teased her clitoris with the stream, and then he would play
in over the long lips and vaginal opening, and he even
allowed the rushing water to probe at her asshole. As he put
his thumb over the tip of the hose, the stream of water
became a more insistent spray that actually pushed her flesh
around. We carefully observed as Alice willed the tense
musculature of her rear end to relax, and as she did, the
jet of water opened the tight collar of her asshole, so that
we could see a shimmering black circle under the flowing
water.
A spray of the water washed up and over her back, and then
Joe pointed it back down to her clitoris, which had by now
arisen from its hiding place in the folds of her cunt. First
it was a slightly visible ridge, and gradually it grew to a
prominent spike of hard flesh that pushed out almost an inch
from its hood. I had never seen one that was so much like a
miniature cock, and her labia were also particularly big and
dark. As they flopped around in the swirling water, they
somehow reminded me of testicles hanging under the cock-like
clitoris.
This scene was erotic enough, but the next thing that
happened was even more unexpected. Joe inched further
forward, and the tip of his erect cock pointed straight
ahead like a missile in search of its target. The couch was
the perfect height so that his cock head could make its
inevitable rendezvous with Alice's open cunt, and he allowed
it to be swallowed up into the hot and wet cavity. Of
course, that wasn't the unusual part, it was what he did
with the hose. Joe pulled the head around behind him and
held the nozzle with his right hand resting under his ass.
It was a little hard to see, but we could easily imagine
where the jet of water was being trained: right onto the
juncture of his cock and her cunt. In this fashion, the
spray was simultaneously stimulating her distended clitoris
and it also splattered onto his balls as well as the
sensitive underside of his cock. As he began to rock back
and forth on his feet, his cock plunged deeply into her cunt
and then out. The spray of water shot up and around his
cock, and formed a kind of misty fountain of steaming spray.
His left hand massaged up and down Alice's slick back, and
she started to twist her head back and forth, flipping her
wet black hair around in the edges of the halo of spray.
Even without the jet of water, the sawing of Joe's fat cock
back and forth in Alice's cunt would have led them
inevitably toward their orgasm. With the added stimulation
of the spray, they reached simultaneous climaxes in only a
few minutes, and at that point, they began to bounce and
shimmy around, accompanied by their loud moans and grunts.
Their athleticism was evident as their water-slickened
muscles rippled and sparkled in the sunlight. Joe tipped his
head back and shouted indecipherable chants and screams, and
Alice reached down to grab her knees and pull her haunches
up toward her head on either side of the couch.. Joe's ass
cheeks flexed as he pumped a couple of spurts of his come
into Alice, and then he dropped the hose and pulled his cock
out and rested it up at the top of Alice's ass crease. We
could see the wide pink head lying at the base of her spine,
and several more thick gobs of come surges of his cream
spread out into the small of her back. Joe took both of his
hands and mixed the come with the water on her back, forming
a massage lotion that he rubbed into her skin from her ass
to her shoulders. And then he gripped her slippery ass
cheeks and squeezed them inward, forming an enclosure
through which he slid his diminishing erection a few times
before pulling it out all the way.
As Alice slid off the back of the couch onto the cushions,
and Joe tumbled forward into her arms, they both disappeared
from out view. What was left was the soaking wet vinyl and
the hissing hose as it continued to splash warm water onto
the lawn.
We knew that we were going to like our hosts, they had shown
us where their natural inclination ran! And it was almost
5:00, so we decided to go introduce ourselves.......
Note: This story is looking for a sequel. Please try your
hand at it, when it is finished pleasuring your sexuality.
See my "Sue's Overture for more info on writing sequels.
11 Film At Eleven
by Sue
The young couple that I had observed and then met this
afternoon (see my story "On the Dock") have invited me over
to their cabin for dinner. So I have cleaned up and dressed
in a simple but enticing outfit: a thin white leotard with a
long white skirt. It's warm enough to be barefoot. I've
brought along a nice bottle of Chardonnay, and I'm a little
bit on edge. I guess it's knowing that something wild will
undoubtedly happen this evening, but what? With who? Mmmm, I
know that it will be exciting, but these two people are so
athletically young, so finely sculpted, so open and
enthusiastic. Will I be "good" enough and young enough to
keep up?
Nervousness aside, I am also anxious to see what happens, so
I quickly walk down to the dock, and step into the water,
lifting the hem of my dress to keep it dry. I wade along the
rocky shoreline and step up onto their dock, then up the
path to their cabin. I've never walked over here from my
cabin. It is a gorgeous place, in an elegant log-cabin style
with a wrap-around screened-in porch and wide steps leading
up to the door. As I approach the door, I can see a fire
burning in the huge fieldstone fireplace, and framed by the
yellow glow of the flames, there they are, embracing in an
intimate and beautiful way. My footsteps on the porch warn
them of my arrival, and they unwrap themselves from each
other in an unhurried way and come over to the door to
welcome me. I give Nina and Bart each warm but innocent
hugs. Bart goes inside to open and pour the wine, while Nina
and I stand looking out towards the lake and the fiery hues
of the sunset. We are standing very close together, side by
side, and after a few moments our shoulders are touching.
It's a tender moment of silent sharing of the spectacular
radiance, which is broken by her whispering a few words, so
quietly that I have to ask her to repeat herself. A bit
louder, she says that they have a favor that they would like
me to help them with after dinner.
I ask what it is, and she says that they got a special
thrill out of having me watch them make love this afternoon,
and that they now think that I am the perfect person to help
them with a project that they have been fantasizing about
for a while. Of course I'll help, I say, thinking that they
are hoping for a menage-a-trois, which would be more than
fine with me.
But that is not exactly what Nina and Bart have in mind.
They have a new video camera that they would like to use to
record themselves fucking. (She is so matter-of-fact about
using that word. It is certainly not a dirty word in her
vocabulary!) Anyway, they are hoping that I will be the
camera person. But I don't know anything about using that
kind of equipment, I tell her... and in the back of my mind,
I am feeling a bit disappointed, because being the archivist
of their coupling seems very passive and cold, compared to
being actively involved in the sex.
She tells me that the camera is incredibly easy to use, just
point and shoot. It is auto focus, auto everything, it does
really good closeups, it has a light on the top of it. So I
don't have to do anything but turn it on, look through the
viewfinder, maybe use the zoom a little, and film whatever I
like to look at while the two of them are fucking. And she
tells me that she thinks that I'll enjoy it, and that they
would really appreciate my help.
There is something irresistibly likable and candid about
Nina and the way she makes this request of me, and despite
my hesitation, I say yes, that I'll do my best to assist
them. With that she gives me another hug. She's a few inches
shorter than me, and the way that her head nestles in the
crook of my neck feels kind of motherly. After all, I am
about 15 years her senior. Our affectionate embrace is
interrupted by Bart's reappearance with three glasses of the
wine. As we all sip the wine and watch the last tendrils of
color slip from the sky, Nina tells Bart that I have agreed
to help them. Bart is even more appreciative than was Nina,
and he gives me a hug that is not nearly as familial. He is
so lean and muscular, and his straight blond hair smell
smells clean and fresh. His hot breath flows by my ear in a
way that makes me tingle a little. His hands start a massage
of my back, kneading my shoulders, then working down my
spine to my waist. I feel Nina press her body up behind me,
her breathing in my other ear. One of her hands plays
through my hair, and the fingers of the other trace circles
around my cheek and face. I grasp my arms around Bart's neck
and let the simple tactile pleasures of this moment wash
over me. It is sexual and innocent at the same time. I
hadn't realized that I was tense, but now I can feel the
tension flowing out of me like sand through an hour-glass. I
am supported by the voluptuous moment, and whatever
reservations or disappointment I felt at hearing their
proposal is completely dissipated. I would do anything for
them right now.
The moment is broken by a growling sound, and in the tangle
of our interwoven bodies, no one of can tell whose stomach
is gurgling. But it is obviously time for dinner, so that we
will be ready for the rest of the evening.
I appreciate Nina's foresight in preparing a light dinner.
An incredible Caesar salad, piled high with crisp leaf
lettuce and even a sprinkling of lobster meat. This is just
the right kind of meal that won't make us feel bloated and
heavy. During the meal, I learn more about the two of them.
They are both yoga instructors at a center in New York. That
fits in with their healthy, vibrant appearance and attitude.
Maybe I should take up yoga. There is so much to admire in
these two gorgeous people.
At the end of the meal, Nina clears the table and Bart gets
out the camera. I am surprised how easy this thing is to
operate. It only weighs a couple of pounds, and it fits
easily in one hand. It is hardly any bigger than a fat
paperback book, with a little light stuck onto the top of
it. A thin cord trails from the back of the camera, so that
it can be plugged in. I guess that this means that we will
not be restricted by battery life. The color viewfinder is
large enough for me to see the picture clearly. This should
be easy. Somehow, I had expected tripods, big lights, and so
on. That would have been obtrusive, and would could only
have distracted from the spontaneity of the moment. This
little video camera will hardly be noticed. Now I am looking
forward to this. My fear of technology is replaced by a
newfound confidence in the user-friendliness of this little
camera. After all, I got over my apprehension about
computers, didn't I?
Now we are all back together in the living room. I ask what
they propose for how to get started, and Nina says that
before I start filming, she'd like to shave her cunt and
also Bart's crotch. They'd like to look their best for this
event that they will be re-watching for years to come.
That's OK with me, and in fact, I've never shaved myself,
and I wouldn't know really how to do it. I want to video
this part too.... Maybe this will be a series on educational
TV.
Nina leaves the living room for a few minutes to get her
shaving supplies, and Bart throws several more large logs
onto the fire, setting up a really big blaze that lights the
room in a warm golden glow. And the air is getting warm too,
both with the heat from the fire as well as the heat that is
building up inside me. It was an hour ago that the idea of
filming the two of them first came up, and notion is growing
on me more and more. I know that the crotch of my leotard is
getting moist, and it seems to keep creeping up between my
labia. Bart takes off his shirt, and I decide that I'll be
more comfortable without this long dress. Whatever small
sense of modesty that I still cling to will be satisfied by
my leotard, although it is so tight and sheer that my
arousal will be apparent right through the material. Not
that they haven't seen me aroused before!
Nina returns with a thick terrycloth beach towel that she
spreads on the overstuffed armless couch... I guess it's
called an ottoman. Bart has pulled it up near the fireplace.
Nina has changed into a short silk robe, and she now removes
this. As she lays herself down on the couch and settles into
a comfortable position, I turn on the camera. The light
helps to illuminate the shadowy areas, but the warm golden
color from the fireplace is still evident. I start at Nina's
face, and then pan down her body until I reach her cunt. She
spreads her legs so that her feet fall to either side of the
couch, and her hairless cunt opens up and reveals it's not-
so-secret interior folds and dampness. I lean over closer,
so that the image in the camera is filled entirely by her
cunt area. Getting this close, I can see why she wants to
shave. There is just a hint of blond stubble. Her finger
suddenly intrudes into the picture, and She gently pushes
and probes with it, pulling her labia open even more, so
that the slick pinkness of her inner lips, and the dark,
ragged opening of her vagina, all become momentarily
visible. When her finger withdraws, I see a splash of liquid
appear. Holding the camera in place, I pull my eye away from
the viewfinder so that I can see what is happening more
fully. Bart has a pump bottle of some kind of clear baby
oil, and he is drenching Nina's cunt with it. Then he picks
up a small disposable razor and approaches her.
With my eye back to the camera, I watch him methodically
rake the blade of the razor over her skin. He starts on her
belly and swipes it downwards over her mons, making parallel
cuts, almost as if he was mowing the lawn. The thick sheen
of oil is removed by each cut, and so is the barely visible
stubble. He leaves behind a lightly oiled and smooth surface
that is just a bit pinker than the surrounding flesh. Now he
asks Nina to spread her thighs wider, and she pulls her legs
outward and grasps her knees. Her thighs are sticking
straight out from her hips. I guess that all of her yoga
training makes her more flexible. I step around inside of
her leg on the opposite side of the couch from Bart, and as
I do, I pull the camera further back so that I can see all
of Nina's body spread out below me. Her light brown hair is
spread out all around her head like an aura, and it reminds
me a bit of a famous Marilyn Monroe picture. She has a
blissful, serene look on her face. In another person, this
wide-spread layout would look totally lewd and even
pornographic. But on Nina, the look is mainly the look of
healthy all-American girl-next-door. Just like her way of
saying the word "fuck" doesn't come across as being dirty,
her unselfconsciousness about being naked and totally
exposed seems natural and normal.
Now I am zooming back down to her crotch, and I see the
razor has started stripping the oil and stubble from her
outer labia. In the process, the folds of her skin are
pushed all around, and Bart is being very careful to not go
too far into the tender flesh of her inner cunt. When he is
finished with this area, he even starts to shave around her
asshole, although I can't see much stubble for him to
remove. I think this must tickle her a little, because the
muscles in her inner thighs twitch from time to time, and
her asshole clenches and loosens in a kind of rhythmic way.
The opening to her rectum is so wonderfully shaped, not
ragged and hard looking. It is soft and round and supple.
Mostly assholes say "forbidden and dirty" to me in loud
shouts. But Nina's is not like that at all. The words that
come to mind are "lush and enticing and clean."
And that beauty extends to her entire cunt. As Bart rubs
away the remaining baby oil, I move around so that I am
right at the foot of the couch, aiming directly up through
her cunt. When the towel is removed, the view is terrific. I
am not accustomed to seeing a clean-shaven cunt, nor have I
seen any cunt (even my own) this close up and well lit. The
surrounding skin is smooth as silk, without any blemish or
bump. I am surprised by the uniform color of her outer lips.
I had expected them to be darker than the surrounding flesh.
And even more unusual and breathtaking are her inner labia.
They are tiny flaps of skin that are a dark purple in color,
and they are perfectly symmetrical and laid outwards like
the flower petals of a Sweet Pea. Between these inner lips
is the opening to her vagina, and there I see the folds and
ragged edges inside. Just above her vagina is a very small
twist of flesh that hides her pisshole, and then above that
is a ridge of flesh that holds her clitoris. I zoom in as
close as the camera allows, and I can see how the ridge
slope down gradually toward her tummy, and much more steeply
to the sides. At the lower end of the ridge, the end closest
to me, the ridge ends in a kind of cliff, interrupted by the
smooth and shiny round boulder that is her clitoris. All of
the other parts are flesh colored and flushed pink, but her
clitoris is pale, almost white. Again, as in every other
part of this incredible woman's body, I can only think of
how perfectly sculpted she is.
Now that she has been shaved, it is Bart's turn. Nina stands
up and kneels in front of him, right in front of the blazing
fire. We are all very warm, and a light sheen of sweat
reflects the flames across their skin. Reaching up to the
waist of his elastic waist cotton pants, she pulls them down
gradually. When his cock is revealed, I am surprised that it
is not completely hard. But it is big, even in repose as it
lies down onto his thighs, slightly crooked over to the
right side. And he is not circumcised! How unusual. When I
saw him this afternoon, I hadn't realized that, since I was
40 feet away, and he was so erect that maybe the skin was
pulled back naturally. Here I can see the skin covering the
entire head. Actually, just a bit of the head is peaking out
from the crinkled lips at the edge of his foreskin, which is
longer on underside. The thick ridge at the base of the
crown of the head is evident under the skin, and purplish
veins stand up from the surface of the entire length.
In addition to his being uncircumcised the fact that he too
is shaved is a feast for my curious eyes. And as I continue
to view him through the camera, he steps out of his pants,
and Nina lifts his heavy cock in her fingertips, and brings
her lips to the tip. Her tongue snakes out from between her
lips and flicks at the small patch of unhooded glans. Then
her tongue becomes more pointed, and it starts to burrow
under the foreskin. Again I zoom in close, and from my
vantagepoint above and to the side, I can see the tip of her
tongue within the sheath of skin. Her probing begins
randomly, but then she starts going around and around the
head, still under the foreskin. Her long red-painted
fingernails start raking lightly over the rest of his cock.
It comes as no surprise to me that Bart's cock is getting
bigger and thicker. It was big enough in its flaccid state.
Now it is becoming stiffer, and for a moment, Nina pulls her
hands and tongue away. His cock is jutting straight outwards
and the foreskin now covers only a half-inch of the head,
hiding only the flange around the edge. Nina again kisses
the tip, and laps lightly upwards over the pisshole. Then
her lips close over the end of his cock, and she starts
pushing her face forwards incrementally and slowly. When her
lips reach the edge of his foreskin, she just pushes it back
with her lips, and eventually the bunch of skin slides under
her lips and into her tightly pursed lips. further and
further she goes, drawing his cock deeper into her eager
mouth. Her eyes are locked on his and her hands reach around
Bart and grasp his ass cheeks. I can't really tell whether
she is pulling him into her mouth with her hands, or if she
is sucking him in with her mouth. Whichever it is, his
length of hardening flesh is gradually disappearing. Since
he is becoming harder and longer during this descent I can
only estimate how big he has become, but it seems like
plenty. If it were me sucking him in this deep, I know that
it would be difficult. But Nina's eyes communicate how
relaxed and simple this is for her. Is there a yoga exercise
for throats?
Nina has taken in Bart's entire cock. Her nose is pushed up
into the base of his tummy. What restraint they both have,
for neither has initiated any kind of pulsing motion. They
are absolutely still. From the hollow of Nina's cheeks, I
can see that she is applying a lot of suction. Now she
starts to pull her head back away, and the wet and skin-
tight surface of Bart's cock is again revealed. What was
once a very pale flesh color is now bright pink. Her suction
has brought blood not only into the erectile tissues, but
also into the surface of the skin. It's kind of light a
giant hickey, I suppose. When Nina's lips finally release
their grip from his cock head, I can now see how big he has
become. And the upwards arc is very pronounced.
Nina tells Bart to lie down on the ottoman, and she takes a
moment to explain that it actually helps to have an erection
when shaving a man. Some of the hair grows right on the base
of Bart's cock, and having the skin tight makes for a better
and more comfortable shave. And anyway, I love giving Bart a
blow job, she explains. As if I couldn't tell!
So Bart's shave proceeds, much as Nina's did. A liberal
application of the oil to begin, and then she uses one hand
to hold his rigid cock out of the way as she mows the
surrounding area, and then she carefully works the razor up
the column of his cock. Then she lets Bart's cock flop down
onto his belly, were it reaches all the way to his navel. A
drop of his clear precome oozes out of the tip and falls
slowly into his navel. I take a moment to zero in on this
little scene. It is a remarkably sexy turn-on to see this so
close-up.
Nina is now shaving Bart's balls, which are smoother and
tighter than most others that I have seen. That must make
this shaving much easier. At least Nina makes it look easy,
but she apparently has had lots of practice. After asking
him to spread his legs more, she shaves all around his
asshole. His is a little darker around the edge than Nina's
was, but it also is not as crinkled as I expected.
When the job is done, Nina and Bart both stand in front of
the fire, and I scan the camera all over their perfectly
shaved and smooth bodies. While I am occupied with this
filming, they start caressing each other. Bart's hands
wander and explore Nina's face, her shoulders, her breasts,
her nipples. She raises her arms straight up, and he rubs
into her underarms. She shows no sign of being ticklish, but
her nipples start to become bigger.
Bart turns her body around, so that her back is towards him,
and her front is facing me and the camera. As I record their
foreplay, he starts to trace his fingertips around her skin,
which is golden with the light of the flames. Using his
fingernails, he draws invisible lines and circles under her
neck and up to her face. Then his nails scratch lightly down
onto her shoulders, and up her upreaching arms. He grasps
her hands and pulls upwards, pulling her taller, making her
delicate musculature stand out even more. Then he resumes
tracing abstract designs onto her arms, and down into her
armpits. I focus the camera on her face, and I am struck by
her trance-like countenance. Her eyes stare straight ahead,
hardly blinking, but I can see some tension etched into her
facial muscles. Keeping still and avoiding the temptation of
succumbing to the tickling is becoming difficult, but she is
disciplined enough to stay in place as Bart's fingers drag
down her sides, bumping over her ribs one by one.
Now he reaches around to continue his finger-painting on her
flat tummy, poking into her navel. And then upwards onto the
overhand of her projecting ribcage, and then up more, onto
the upslopes of her volcanic breasts, which are pulled up
and together by her arms-in-the-air position. Now the
pressure of his fingertips is pressing harder, and I zoom in
closer. His fingers leave pale tracks in her pinkish gold
skin, but within seconds, the tracks disappear, like jet
contrails in the sky.
Bart's fingers are drawing circles around her nipples,
around and around. The circles are getting smaller,
spiraling in on the obvious targets, the erect nubbins of
her nipples. They are sticking out like pencil erasers,
covered with tiny bumps. The tips of her nipples each have a
small indentation. Now his fingers are centered on her
nipples, and Bart finally stops his scratching, drawing
motions, and he cups his palms under her breasts, with his
thumb and first finger seizing the nipples. He begins to
roll the ends, lightly at first, then harder. As he fondles
her nipples, he also gently pulls them up and away from her
chest, pulling her breasts into elongated cones. Then he
uses his palms to pump at the fleshy base of her breasts.
When I briefly focus the camera back up to her face, I can
see that she now has the tip of her tongue poling out
between her tightly drawn lips, and her eyes are closed.
Back to her breasts, and as Bart's hands release their grip,
I notice that Nina's breath has become much more rapid, and
her skin is covered with a sheen of perspiration. She is
trying so hard to keep her composure, but the tickling and
the breast massage are so arousing to her (and to me, for I
can feel my the crotch of my leotard getting more moist, and
my own nipples straining against the tight Lycra fabric).
The camera follows Bart's hands down over her tummy, and
then over the front of her hips. When he reaches her thighs,
he gently pulls outwards, encouraging her to spread her
legs. This reveals shiny streaks of slick moisture running
from her crotch down onto her inner thighs. While she has
maintained tight control over her bodies' motions during
Bart's finger-painting, her vaginal juices are not so easily
disciplined. The sweet secretions have overflowed their warm
vessel and seeped though the smoothly shaved tissues. I
bring the camera close and refocus on the tracks, and I can
now see a fresh droplet of this nectar, a clear, glossy bump
reaching the end of a track. I follow it down as it is
pulled by gravity, blazing a fresh trail down her silky
skin. It acts like a tiny magnifying class, like dew drops
on a fallen leaf in Autumn. God, this is erotic to watch so
close-up. I've been known to make the crotch of my panties
damp, but Nina's unrestrained flow is evidence of her
heightened arousal. Just as some men exude more precome than
others, so it is with women. And Nina is an extreme example!
Her body is preparing itself for being invaded by Bart's
one-man army. She will be welcoming rather than resisting
this conquistador!
I've widened my camera view so that I am now seeing Nina's
entire waist and upper legs. Bart has bent his knees enough
to make up for the fact that her legs are spread wide apart.
This puts his hips low enough so that he can grab his hard
cock and guide it between her ass cheeks and through to the
front. Between her thighs there suddenly appears the end of
Bart's cock. The uncircumcised foreskin is pulled back and
bunched up behind the ridge of the head. The upwards
curvature brings it up so that it presses Nina's shaven cunt
lips apart. They sort of wrap themselves around the shaft
and loose foreskin, and it truly appears that his cock is
part of her cunt. Only two or three inches of cock extend
beyond her smooth mons.
Bart reaches around Nina again, and he resumes the finger
tracing that he was doing before. This time, his canvas is
the tight, shaven flesh around her cunt. He rubs and pulls
the skin, gradually walking his fingers inwards and
downwards onto her inner thighs, where he kind of squeegees
her dripping cunt juices upwards, making a massage oil that
he rubs into her outer cunt lips and his cock head.
Everything is so reflective and glistening with this clear
lubrication, and I can see a few drops of Bart's precome
bubbling from his piss hole. He is using one of his hands to
exert some upwards pull on the exposed part of his cock. The
purpose of this maneuver is obvious. It applies pressure
into the folds of Nina's cunt. In fact, it serves to press
her clitoral hood forwards and into view, and it tries to
impress itself into the firm flesh of his cock head. Her
milky while clitoris peeks out from the hood to one side of
his cock. She is being incredibly stimulated by the almost
imperceptible back and forth motion of his cock. Her puffy
labia, the opening to her vagina, and her clitoris are all
being rubbed and squashed by the taut column of man-flesh
lancing through her cunt.
Again I pull the camera back further so that I can now see
their entire bodies. Nina's arms have finally relinquished
their straight up position. But instead of falling forwards,
She has let them bend backwards (yoga, again). Her hands
have pulled Bart's head forwards onto one of her shoulders,
and she is running her fingers though his full head of hair-
the only hair on his body. He is rubbing his face into her
blond tresses. They are both so totally absorbed into their
inter-twined, interactive sculpture.
At this moment, Bart finally tires of his difficult bent-
knee position, so he pulls his cock out from between her
thighs and sit back onto the end of the ottoman. Leaning
back a little, he rests his weight onto his hands on the
couch behind him. Nina slides her feet backwards so that she
is straddling the couch, facing away from Bart, her ass
pressing into his upper chest. She is facing toward me and
the camera, but she shows no interest in what I am doing.
She reaches behind her back and grabs Bart's wet cock. It is
so hard and erect (and slippery) that it requires some
effort to pull it away from his stomach. But when she gets
it directed upwards and slightly forwards, she bends her
knees a little. This slowly lowers her cunt down toward the
helmet shaped end of his cock. As she drops down, I shuffle
my knees forwards so that I get closer and closer,
positioning myself right between Bart's knees. Eventually, I
discover that I can't get any closer without losing my
ability to focus the camera. But I am close enough.
Completely filling the rectangular image in the viewfinder
is the head of Bart's cock, and the tubular ridges of Nina's
labia. The little purple flaps of her inner lips are spread
like the wings of a dove over just the piss hole of his
cock. They are a little thicker and darker than they were
when I was looking at them during Nina's shaving. At the top
of the viewfinder is the white marble shape of Nina's
distended clitoris. As I watch this incredible tableau, I
can see more clear fluids seeping around the edge of her
open lips and down onto his cock. This is a combination of
each of their juices, a cocktail of love, a potion of carnal
desire.
The purple wings of her inner labia start to spread further
apart, and I see the wet surface of his cock head slowly
disappear into the hidden recess of her vagina. Something
about it makes it appear that her cunt is actually sucking
Bart's cock into her. When her lips reach the edge of his
crown, they actually pop over the edge and squeeze down onto
the shaft. Bart's bunched foreskin is pushed downwards by
the pursed inner labia. I realize that Nina's cunt is
incredibly tight, despite her wide open stance and her
lubricated canal. As hard as Bart's cock has become, she is
still squeezing its circumference like a boa constrictor.
She continues to drop her hips, swallowing his long cock
millimeter by millimeter. Eventually, the ring of foreskin
is consumed by her patient yet voracious cunt. The raised
tube on the underside of his cock protrudes and divides her
purple labia. And the veins on his cock are raised and blue
from the clamping pressure of her vagina. I keep the camera
focused tight to the creeping juncture that joins the two of
them. Still she continues downward, and now her dark inner
lips are drawn inwards and up into her cunt, pulled in along
with his cock.
Eventually, she reaches the bottom of his pole. Her ass
cheeks are pressed tight onto his hips. Neither of them
moves. How can they resist the temptation to start pistoning
his cock into her cunt? As I observe her stretched vaginal
opening, I can see some pulsing in the tight flesh. She is
contracting and softening her vaginal muscles in a rhythmic
pattern, massaging Bart's cock in the hot wet vise. This
scenario is more than I can stand, and so I can no longer be
a passive bystander.
I am holding the camera mainly in my right hand, and I
steady myself by resting that elbow on Bart's left knee. I
let my rear end drop down so that I can support some of my
weight on my heels. One heel slips between my cheeks and
insinuates itself into the folds of my own cunt. I hadn't
realized how aroused I had become, but my heel squishes into
a swamp of hot dampness, and prods at my clitoris. I want to
make a physical connection with these beautiful sexual
animals, so my left hand lets go of the camera and reaches
forwards, riding along the sweaty surface of Bart's right
thigh. My hand is drawn like a moth to a flame, the heat of
their commingled crotches.
In the viewfinder, I finally see the tips of my fingers, the
red-painted nails in sharp contrast to the pink and white
tinged with gold. It is somehow as if my fingers and my
impulses are completely divorced from the part of me that is
watching through the camera. And as I watch those foreign
fingers, they massage Nina's bulging smooth outer labia. I
pinch and pull at the full flesh. I let my thumb drop down
and ring around the incredible thickness of base of Bart's
cock. My fingers reach under his balls and juggle them. I
can feel the pulsations that emanate from deep inside Nina's
vagina. Now I realize that Bart is contributing to the
throbbing in Nina's cunt. He is tensing up his cock,
contracting his cock muscles in the same tempo as Nina's
contractions.
Without planning it, my fingers figure out exactly how to
become part of Bart and Nina's interaction. My middle finger
slides up the valley between his two balls, and my fingertip
presses hard into the resilient tube under his cock,
becoming a part of his cock. Sliding further up his cock, my
finger enters right into Nina's vagina. At first, it seems
like there wouldn't be enough room for me, but Nina's flesh
loosened its grip just enough, and she encourages me to push
it in all the way. When I do, two of my other fingers slide
up on the outside of her skin, and end up straddling her
clitoris. I squeeze them in towards each other, and they
pinch in onto the hard nub of her clitoris. The length of my
middle finger is rubbing into the sensitive underside of
Bart's cock, and the fingertip is tickling right at the edge
of the crown, all encased in the throbbing grasp of Nina's
cunt. The knuckles of this finger bump and grate against her
G spot. All the while, my own heel is pressed hard into my
own cunt, and I have subconsciously started to rock back and
forth, massaging my own clitoris with the blunt probe. The
crotch of my leotard is impressed deep into my crack.
Nina and Bart remain motionless, except for their
contractions within her cunt. My left hand pushes in and
out, riding the arrow of Bart's cock. My fingertips flick
and diddle Nina's clitoris. My palms brush the smooth flesh
of Bart's balls. This isn't going to take long, I was sure.
I know that I am getting close to my orgasm, and Nina's
whole body starts to shiver and jerk in minute vibrations.
Bart's balls begin to lift and churn in their sack. More and
more juices are squeezed out from the hairline seam around
the rim of Nina's cunt, flooding my fingers and palm with
aromatic sticky fluid.
We are perfectly synchronized. Nina and Bart both start to
moan and sigh, and Nina hunches her hips back and down, her
tummy jutting forwards so that she can exert even more
pressure onto her G spot from my knuckles. This in turn
presses my finger even harder into Bart's cock. Finally,
Nina unfreezes and rises up and down three times in rapid
succession. Three times, Bart's magnificent cock appears and
disappears. In the viewfinder, things are becoming hard to
comprehend, I abandon my attempts to watch through the lens.
But I keep the camera frozen in position as I let my own
orgasm rise up from my cunt and envelop my whole body. I
feel like my heel is doing do squash my clitoris so flat
that it will never recover, but I continue to press down
hard and rock back and forth.
Bart's balls pull up tight against the base of his cock, and
I can feel the pulses inside his balls, as they pump out his
load of semen. Nina rises up one more time, and she now
maintains her position. Bart's cock head is now nestled into
the purple inner labia, which are quivering along with the
rest of her body. The first jet of Bart's cream sprays
upwards with such force that it separates those inner lips,
and exposes the gaping entrance of Nina's vagina. He hoses
spurt after spurt into the churning cavern, and the pearly
white semen hangs in stringy stalactites from the pink and
purple flesh of Nina's cunt. As my fingers wrap around his
cock and pump out more and more streams, gooey ropes of the
stuff rain down onto my hand. Nina has brought one of her
hands around so that she can take up the stimulation of her
clitoris, and she too is going over the top, engulfed in
wave after wave of her orgasm. An incredible amount of clear
fluid starts to drip out of her vagina, intermingling with
the white semen to form swirling streaks. We have all been
so intent on our physical sensations that it comes as a
surprise to me to discover that we are all making plenty of
sound as well. Nina is making an intense, high pitched
humming sound, and Bart is grunting in rhythm with his
continuing ejaculations. I am chanting hoarsely, saying
"yes....yes.......YYYEEESSSS."
This is amazing. We are so involved, so intertwined, so
absorbed by the waves of our simultaneous orgasms. Fragrant
liquids, animalistic sounds bind us together in this moment
in time...
And it is all recorded for posterity. I hope that they will
let me have a copy of this videotape. I want to relive and
enjoy this moment again and again.
12 The Cocktail Table
A few weeks ago, I received an Email from a young man who
was a graduate student at a University in a city a few hours
from where I live. He said that he is an avid fan of my
stories that are posted in alt.sex.stories. He and his
girlfriend read them all. In fact, they have been sharing
them with a group of friends at the University. This isn't
just any group of friends-they are a sort of club that
engages in mate-swapping and group sex. There are twelve of
them all together, all couples. So they have taken to
reading my stories out loud at the beginning of their
gatherings as a way to get into the "swing" of things (no
pun intended). According to Tim, who is the fellow who
emailed me, my stories have had quite an effect on the
group. Apparently, things have become a little placid for
them, since they have been meeting for over three years.
That is a little hard for me to believe, since I can't see
how that kind of group could ever be boring. In any case, my
stories have gotten them all very aroused, and they have
determined to be more creative about their interminglings.
The past few months have made them all big admirers of my
stories.
I wrote Tim back to thank him for his support, and I told
him that I found it to be exciting to imagine them all
together reading one of my stories, and then imagining what
happened when the pages are put down. I asked which story
they liked the most. Within a day, I received another note
from him. Their favorite story was "Slippery When Wet,"
partly because it involved college-age men, and partly
because they were intrigued with my fascination with large
amounts of semen all over my body. Tim said that this story
had led the group to experiment with having several men
ejaculate onto one of the women. The experiment was a
success, and they concluded that this line of exploration
warranted further investigation. Those were his words
exactly. It was obvious that he and his friends were
graduate students in science. But it was hard for me to
imagine nerdy science students being liberated enough to be
into group sex.
In my next message, I challenged Tim about the reality of
his swingers group. His response blew me away. His group was
going to prove to me that they existed. One week from the
date of his message, I was invited to join them. He gave me
directions to the apartment where they were meeting, and
they made sure that I could retain my complete anonymity.
They also assured me that they were all completely well
behaved ladies and gentlemen, and that my safety and well-
being were assured. In fact, they adored me for the
inspiration that I had given to the group, and that my
presence at their gathering would be a wonderful honor for
them.
I decided to attend. It was hard to let go of my fear of
strangers, but quite frankly, these people seemed totally
benign and genuinely friendly. And my curiosity was piqued.
I wasn't sure if I would actually engage in their sexual
activities, and I wasn't even sure if actual sex was on the
agenda. Maybe this would be kind of like a book-signing
party or something. Lots of talk and congratulations and the
like.
Today is the day. Before I left home, I put on a long back
dress, velveteen lined with satin. It has spaghetti straps
and it goes down to my ankles, with slits up each side that
reach halfway up my thighs. I never wear a bra, and the vee
neck of the bodice extends deep into my modest cleavage.
Well, maybe modest isn't the best description. What I'm
trying to say is that my breasts aren't so large as to leave
a Grand Canyon between them. But there is enough to provide
a nesting place for the long string of fake pearls that
drapes around my neck and falls into the valley,
accentuating the mounds of my breasts. For panties, I chose
scarlet satin panties with black lace around all the edges.
All of this was rounded out by shiny red pumps, with no
stockings. I was trying to play the part of a writer of
titillating erotica out to meet her fans. It was a bit like
dressing up for the prom.
So now I've driven all afternoon. Fortunately, the weather
today was warm enough so that I could drive with the top
down on my Miata. It felt great to let my blond hair stream
out behind me, and the wind blew into the top of my dress,
sort of inflating it and pulling it away from my chest. The
breezes whipped across my nipples for all that time on the
highway. It was the most slow and gentle and effective kind
of stimulation, and my nipples never lost their hardness for
the entire trip. I had given myself plenty of time to find
my way, but nevertheless, I got lost. So here I am on the
doorstep to the apartment, and I'm almost an hour late. Oh
well, hopefully, they haven't given up on me. So I ring the
door chime. My heart is beating a little fast out of
nervousness. I have never actually met any of my
alt.sex.stories readers. Maybe I should have kept it that
way. Maybe Tim's invitation was a scam, and behind the door
are a bunch of macho, sex-maniacs who intend to include me
in some sort of nc, sm, bd episode that they can write up
for the Internet. That is not my cup of tea at all, and I
suddenly decide to turn around and flee this potential
fiasco.
When I have wheeled around and taken a couple of steps
toward the elevator, I hear the door open. Should I run for
it? Before I can decide, I hear a sweet and delicate woman's
voice asking if my name is Sue. When I turn my head back to
the door, I can see the woman, and I can only feel silly for
being afraid of the occupants of the apartment. This person
is hardly menacing. She is short (maybe 5 foot or so) and
pretty and I guess the best way of describing her would be
to say that she is demure, even timid. She seems more
nervous to be meeting me than I am in being met! OK, I'll go
through with it, so I turn around and walk back to the door
and into the apartment.
In the living room, all of the seats are taken, and other
people are seated on cushions on the floor. When I enter,
they all stand up and welcome me in. Crowding around me,
they are effusively thanking me for coming. Tim introduces
himself to me, and then to everyone else. All the names
escape me, going in one ear and out the other. I've never
been so much the center of attention, and I found my focus
wandering from person to person, responding to their
questions with simple yes and no answers. My head is
swimming. Eventually the woman who opened the door (this is
her apartment) recognizes my bewilderment, and offers me a
chance to wash up in her bathroom. That sounds great. The
three minutes in there give me an opportunity to settle my
nerves and get back into the role of vamping queen of
erotica that I had chosen for myself. Now I'm ready, so I
rejoin the group.
One of the first things that I am asked is whether I have
written anything new. Well, I haven't, and they seem a bit
disappointed. Tim asks if I will read them one of my
previous efforts. When I tell him that I would, I also want
to know which one they would like to hear. Several people
chime in that they would love to hear "Slippery When Wet"
again. I suppose I should have anticipated that, from what
Tim had told me.
I have now figured out that my hostess is Jill, and that she
is Tim's girlfriend. They are all exactly as I might have
pictured them. Not exactly nerds like the caricatures in the
movies. But definitely intensely academic grad students. Of
the twelve of them, only two aren't wearing glasses. Most of
the men are wearing Dockers type pants and button down
shirts (a couple of them even have those pocket protector
things) and most of the women are following the lead of
Jill. They have on unpretentious and wholesome outfits that
seem like they come from the Eisenhower era. Pigtails and
braids, blouses buttoned up to the neck, white socks... the
works! I'm not trying to portray them unkindly. Really, they
are all totally likable and earnest. But I still can't make
this image of them jibe with the fact that they are
apparently wild-and-swingers. They look more like a meeting
of "Catholic Virgins Anonymous," or something!
Jill is handing me a printout of my story. The pages are
kind of worn and dog-eared. This copy had been reread many
times. Someone vacates a big overstuffed wingchair for me,
and I settle in and start to read. There is a total of 18
pages, so it takes a while. During my recitation, they all
sit around me with rapt attention, eager smiles on their
faces. But despite their enthusiasm, they show little sign
of the sexual stimulation that might be expected from Tim's
Email. The predominant thing that they are doing is simply
sitting still with their hands folded in their laps.
On the other hand, this story is getting to me. I hadn't
reread this one in a long time, and it is actually pretty
sexy. And having an audience had a funny kind of stimulating
effect on me too. I've been reading and writing stories like
this for a while, but saying the words out loud is somehow
very different. I have never done that before. It is making
me physically warm, and sexually hot. I even feel a bit
lightheaded, almost intoxicated. As I approach the end of
the story, we reach the part where the four men are holding
me afloat in the big Jacuzzi, and I'm sucking on the balls
of one, jerking off two of them, and the forth man is
plunging his huge cock into wide-spread cunt. They all spray
their come onto my wet heaving body as I too have my orgasm.
This image is an incredible turn on for me. Usually semen is
available in such small quantities. In this story, the jets
of string stuff are splattering onto me in wonderful
abundance. As I read, the listeners surrounding me become
imperceptible as my imagination focuses wholly on the
cinematic images that are brought up by the words that I
mindlessly (yet passionately) read aloud.
The story ends. I let the sheaf of papers fall to the floor
and take a deep breath. I am almost drunk with arousal. I
can't see how my new friends have stayed so still and calm.
Ah, but that is not the case. Jill stands up and tells us
all that she doesn't care what they agreed on before, she
needs to do something to deal with how turned on she is. Now
they all start talking. It turns out that they had decided
in advance of my arrival that it would be rude to have an
orgy with me there. Somehow, they had felt that I was
"above" that kind of thing, and that they should be well
behaved and proper with me, their special guest, in
attendance.
And Jill isn't the only one who wants to abandon their rule
for the evening. So then Tim tells me that they obviously
can't restrain themselves, but they would fully understand
if I choose to leave the party now. They have no desire to
hurt my feelings, but they now want to take care of their
"more important needs."
I ask them if they are encouraging me to leave, or if it
would be all right if I stayed. Their faces light up when I
ask that, for certainly, they would like that more than
anything else. They had just been too timid to ask. I
realize that this is my chance to live out a bit of a
fantasy that I had been playing with in my day dreams
recently. The "Slippery When Wet" story involved four men
spurting their semen onto me. Why not more. After all, Tim's
Email said that their group had been experimenting with this
kind of thing. So this is my opportunity. Yes, I'll most
certainly stay and join them. I have one request for them.
Would it be all right if I get to provide them with the
basic scenario for our group play?
They are thrilled that I will stay, and more thrilled that I
will direct them. Somehow, they have built me up in their
minds into some kind of guru of uninhibited sexuality. I am
far from that, but what the hell. If they want to think of
me that way, who am I to argue.
They push all the furniture over to the walls, leaving a
wide space in the middle of the floor. The couch and three
big arm chairs are all on one wall, with a big coffee table
in front of the couch. Jill has gotten several bath towels
that she has spread in layers onto the table, making for a
comfortable position. Now I tell them all to undress. I
myself remain fully clothed (for now) in my provocative
outfit. My full attention is on the twelve bodies being
transformed from conservative to libertarian dress code. I
notice at once that the plain apparel that they wore in
public is only a cover for an array of more interesting
underwear. Most of the men are wearing tight bikini pants in
dark colors. One of the guys is has his cock encased in a
tiny strip of a cod-piece, held up by string straps that
circle his hips, with a single string disappearing into the
crack of his ass. The women are similarly attired in sexy
panties and bras that cry out with bright reds and neon
greens. A couple of them have nylons and garters, and Jill
has a black strapless push-up bra that cuts across her large
breasts, creasing deeply into her wide, brown areola and
leaving her nipples exposed. And she has crotchless panties,
which I notice when she puts her foot up onto the arm of a
chair to remove her white sock. This spreads her thighs
apart, and her entire pubic area bulges out of the crotch.
She has an incredible amount of hair around her cunt, and it
is dark reddish-brown, like her head hair. This provides a
great contrast to the shiny black of her panties.
They are all now stripped down to their underwear, but by
some unspoken agreement, they are waiting for my
instructions before going on. So I have all the women go
over to the couch and chairs and make themselves
comfortable, and the men stand in a close line facing the
women, with the table separating them. I stand at the end of
the table, and tell the men to observe the women closely as
they all slowly remove the last scanty semblances of
modesty. In unison, with me as their "conductor," they reach
behind their backs to unclasp their bras, and then they lift
their hips to slide their panties down their legs. The women
with garters leave them on. The men keep their tight bikini
pants on, outlining their anxious erections within the
tightly stretched material. Now I have the women untie,
unbraid, or unpin their hair, and also take off their
glasses.
This last set of actions is the most transforming of all,
more than the process of undressing for the men. Whereas I
had once lumped them all together as nerdy intellectuals, I
can now abandon that stereotype and see them as individuals.
Six women of all sizes and shapes, different color hair, all
sorts of nipples and different amounts of pubic hair. No
longer the mousy librarians, these are hot-blooded women
with hunger in their eyes. When I ask them to spread their
thighs so that the men can see the buried treasures, there
is no hesitation or modesty. The three women on the couch
actually hook their knees over each other, and the others
arrange their legs by taking advantage of the arms of their
chairs. With the gaze of the men taking it all in, women
follow my instructions and start to play with their nipples
with one hand, and with the other, they tangle and twist
their cunt hair. Gradually, they work their fingers into the
wet and open folds of their cunt flesh, and gently start to
probe and caress their labia and clitorises (Shit! what is
the plural of clitoris? Clitori? Or maybe it is like "deer"
or "pants," both singular and plural at the same time!). The
hungry look in the women's eyes is being replaced with a
kind of glazed-over stare that lets us all know that they
are happy, and getting happier.
Now that the women are engaged in exhibitionist
masturbation, I turn my attention to the men. I tell them to
take off their underwear. That command is a relief to them,
since the restraining embrace of the fabric has become
uncomfortable. Their hard shafts of pink flesh come
springing out from their traps, and all six point straight
outwards and upwards, bouncing against arms as the men bend
over to push the bikinis down their legs and over their
feet. When they are all standing upright again, their
erections sway and bob randomly. All of the men have wet
spots on the heads of their cocks, and I have to sternly
demand that they keep their hands off their meat. I make
them perform like the Rockettes, twitching their cocks up
and down in unison, then grinding their hips so that their
erections oscillate in big circles. It is sort of a
masculine version of the bump and grind tit-twirling that
strippers are famous for. Drops of shiny precome
occasionally flip off the tips of the dancing cocks.
The ladies on the couch still have their fingers teasing
their cunts, but the men's show evokes some whistling and
hollering of encouragement. I have to remind them to keep up
their show for them men, who I give permission to start
stroking their hard cocks. Now it is time for me to take
part in the show. Standing on the towel-covered coffee
table, I flip off my red pumps and sway provocatively. My
fingers raking through my blond hair, lifting it over my
head, licking my lips provocatively as I stare brazenly at
all the hard cocks and dripping cunts. I let my hair fall
over my face, and twist my neck back and forth so that it
flails around. My hands drop to my shoulders, pulling the
spaghetti straps down onto my upper arms. One arm reaches
behind me to unzip my dress, while the other holds the front
over my breasts. Again, I rake my fingers through my blond
hair, reaching upwards while I continue my sensuous hula
dance. Released from the support of my hand, the top edge of
my dress slips slowly down my body. My breasts are revealed
first, as the sewn edge of the material stuck on the hard
points of my nipples before releasing with an inaudible pop.
As the liberated weight of my breasts sway to my dancing,
the dress falls further, over my taut tummy and then past my
hips. My shocking red panties are now revealed, An Tim
immediately exclaims about how wet the crotch is. When I
bend at the waist to look, I can see a dark crimson
spreading in an irregular circle centered on my cunt. I
hadn't realized how aroused I had become. I guess I was too
busy being the boss of this orgy.
My velveteen and satin dress is now gathered in a pile
around my bare feet. Balancing on one foot, I drag the other
one gradually upwards, rubbing it against my leg. It slides
up shin, and when it gets to my knee, I let go of my hair
and reach down to grab the insole of my foot, pulling it
slowly up further and further. This spreads my thighs wider
and wider apart. I know that the bulge of my mons veneris is
pronounced and apparent to the gawking looks of my audience.
Eventually, I am able to position the heel of my foot right
into the crotch of my panties, and when I exert some
pressure inwards, I can feel my labia spread inside my satin
panties. Now the blunt hard heel is pressed right into the
nub of my clitoris. Yes, that feels good. In this room full
of masturbating partiers, I am the last to actually touch
myself. Precariously balanced on one foot, I massage my
whole cunt with my other foot. My juices mix with the satin,
making a slick lubricant.
I can't keep that position for long, so I let my foot down
to the table and kick my dress out of the way. I then pull
my panties down my legs and pick them up. Leaning over the
edge of the table, I press my damp, aromatic panties into
the face of each of the men, letting them smell and feel the
lusty moisture that saturated the satin. The last man in the
line is Tim, and he takes the panties from my hand, and
pulls the crotch band away from the rest. Then he puts just
the crotch between his lips and chews and sucks the sweet
nectar into his mouth. That is so sexy.
I am naked. The men are still pumping up and down on their
steel-hard cocks, and the women are rubbing their clits
harder. Everyone is breathing hard, and again, I remind them
all to hold off. If anyone has a premature orgasm, he or she
will have to leave the room. Nobody wants to miss anything,
and I can see several people slacken the pace of their
masturbating. Facing the men, I squat down on the table and
begin to stimulate my own clit. But my legs are tired, so I
lie down on the covered coffee table. On my right is the
line of 6 men, but all I really see are their beautiful
cocks about a foot higher than my reclining body. On my left
are the women strung out like beads on a necklace, starting
above my head and queued up down to my feet. Their open
cunts are even with my body, and when I look towards them, I
am looking right up into their cunts. Everyone is so close.
Their sexual organs are so red, so wet, so engorged with
blood.
MY calves are hooked over the sides of the table leaving me
spread open wide for all to see. I take the index and middle
fingers of my left hand and use them to spread my labia
wide. The large bump of my clitoral hood is the lone
pinnacle in the wet flatlands between my fingers. And my
clitoris is poking out from its protective shield, looking
for a friendly finger. My right hand slides down from my
breasts, and I use my middle finger to tease my clit up and
down, then back and forth. I may have been the last to start
pleasuring myself, but I make up for the lost time quickly.
I ask the men to gather closer, so that their knees are
bumping up against my right side. Their cocks are extended
right over my writing body. The women on my left lean
forwards so that they can see how their men masturbate. Some
of them pump straight up and down, and other use a sort of
twisting motion. One guy is using the palms of both hands,
as if he was making a snake out of clay. Another is pinching
his nipples with his free hand. A couple of the men are
fondling their balls. Some of the men are using saliva to
lubricate their hands, either by drooling onto their cocks,
or spitting into their palms. Others have so much precome
that their saliva isn't necessary. Tim has the largest cock
in the group, and he has both of his hands on his cock, one
pumping and pulsing on the lubricated crown, and the other
pistoning up and down on the rest of the shaft.
The women too have varying techniques. One woman has her
three middle fingers deeply embedded into her vagina, while
the palm squashes down onto her mons, stimulating her
clitoris. A couple of women are employing the technique that
I am using. One of them is flicking her finger over her
clitoris so quickly that her motions are a blur. One woman
is pinching her nipples extremely hard, and pulling them way
out from her huge breasts. That would hurt me, but she is
obviously enjoying it. Jill has her cunt the closest to my
face, and I can smell her flowing juices. She isn't rubbing
her clitoris at all. Instead, she is using her index finger
to hook into the entrance of her vagina, where she has found
her G spot. She is getting incredible satisfaction from
stoking that sensitive little bulge hidden inside her cunt.
I'm getting close, and my muscles are vibrating with
excitement and anticipation. It's time for the countdown.
"Five"..... I tell everyone to start to build up to their
orgasm, cause we want to all come at once. Four"......
Ladies, spread your thighs wide so that we can all see
"Three"...... Men, thrust your hips forwards so that we can
see your throbbing hunks of solid man-flesh, "Two"..........
you can all be so proud of your prowess, your natural
beauty, and your sexual awareness. "One"........... Everyone
let us show us if you are really here, really involved,
really ready. "Blastoff"
Suddenly the room is full of sound, the sound of 13
simultaneous climaxes. Whimpers, grunts, ragged breathing,
tight little screams, Tarzan-like hollers, shrill squeals,
full-moon howls.... all mixed into a symphony of ecstasy.
And the semen shooting out of six hard cocks, splattering
onto my face, my breasts, my stomach, my churning fingers,
my thighs. Blasts of come arching over me and onto the faces
of the women on my left. Faces contorted my racking orgasms.
Onto heaving breasts and big gumdrop nipples. Dripping in
stringy dollops from nipples into the hot foaming cunts,
intermingling with the pungent cunt juices. Pearly semen
spewing onto the pearls of my necklace (maybe this is what
they make fake pearls out of!)
When I ask the women to help me clean up, I expect that they
will use their fingers to scoop up the come. But they were
not strangers to sapphic love. They all get on their knees
around the table and lick all the sticky stuff off of me,
lapping up every ropey strand. My post-orgasmic bliss is
extended by the light stimulation of six tongues rasping
over my nipples, lapping into my navel, and kissing through
my cunt hair. The men massage the shoulders of the cat-like
women, and they talk about how original and exotic this
group masturbation had been. It turns out that they thought
they had tried everything in their group, but they had never
watched each other masturbate. It has been most enlightening
to see exactly how all the other members of the group choose
to stimulate themselves. There are so many ways to do it.
Everyone is getting dressed to go home, transforming
themselves back not their nerdy scientist personae. I remain
splayed out on the coffee table (or should I call it the
"cock-tail table"). I can still feel the coolness on my skin
where the remaining semen and saliva are drying. What a
night! How am I going to have the energy to drive home this
evening? Perhaps Jill and Tim will put me up for the night.
I'm sure that we can think of some good ways to pass the
time.
Note: "Slippery When Wet" is mentioned in this story. It is
also known as "Sue's 9th," which is a two-part story. Watch
for it to be reposted from time to time, but please don't
ask me to send it to you by Email.
Another Note: Despite the fact that this story purports to
divulge the details of an encounter between myself and some
people that I met through the Internet, I want to make
something very clear: this is purely a figment of my
imagination. This is not real life. I am not interested in
meeting real people in these kinds of ways. On the other
hand, I'd be glad to hear about your fantasies about meeting
me... Fantasy.,...... get it?
13 Liar, Liar, Pants On Fire
Today, like every day, you are going to go out for a short
jog around the block. As you step out of your front door
this hot and sunny afternoon, you are thinking about me, and
about the scandalous note that you posted on
alt.sex.stories. And you are feeling more than a little bit
guilty about making up all that bullshit. It was just a way
to get some attention, to provoke some controversy. But now
your conscience is nagging you, telling you that you have
been naughty, that telling lies on the 'Net' about real
people is wrong and mean-spirited. Being the bad boy makes
you feel bigger, more powerful, and that is a kinky sort of
sexual turn-on for you. Just thinking about it makes your
cock harden in your tight jogging shorts, and your little
nipples also get hard and show through your T-shirt as you
start to work up a sweat within a block of your house.
A hundred feet in front of you is another jogger, a woman
with long red tresses that flow and bounce over her back.
You are already aroused from thinking about me, and this
woman appears so strong and beautiful from the back... what
the hell, you think, you might as well follow her for a
while so that you can exercise your imagination as well as
your other muscles. As you get closer to her, you can see
that she is even more sweaty than you are... It must be 85
degrees today, and humid too. Her white tee shirt is soaked,
and amongst the strands of her fire-red hair that are stuck
to her back, you can see that she shows no sign of wearing a
bra. And her skin-tight bicycling shorts smoothly follow her
pumping, muscular flesh, showing no evidence of panties.
Mmmmm, you'd like to get to know her, but that seems so
unlikely. You're thinking that you might as well enjoy the
view, and tonight you'll call me and maybe we can get
together and I can satisfy your raging need for sexual
release.
After a mile of viewing the redhead's back and especially
her clenching ass cheeks, you cross the street and increase
your speed so that you pull up even with her. Sneaking quick
glances to the side, you can now see her heaving, swaying
breasts, and she certainly isn't wearing anything under her
thin shirt. It's like one of those wet T-shirt contests. You
can see her big nipples popping out from the heaving
breasts. Your glances gradually become longer. What the
hell, you'll never see her again, so why not stare. After
all, if she wasn't trying to attract your attention, she
should have worn less revealing clothes for her jog! So you
examine her swaying tits and her large nipples as they bump
and jostle inside the sticky transparent shirt. You can see
that the nipples are very dark and red, and that the stick
out like gumdrops. Looking up at her face, she is looking
straight ahead, not paying attention to your attention. Her
face is beautiful and glamorous, only partly hidden behind
reflective sunglasses. Strands of that exotic red hair stick
to her forehead and cheeks and the sweat is pouring down her
face, dripping on to her pneumatically bouncing breasts. Her
tight pants reveal the pronounced mound of her sex, which
appears and disappears behind her pumping thighs. Perhaps
you are imagining it, but you feel sure that you can see a
fold of the super-tight Lycra creasing vertically through
the center of her mound. Perhaps her cunt is shaved, you
wonder, although you also start to think about red cunt hair
getting stuck in your teeth.
By this time, you have been jogging for 4 or 5 miles, and
you are surprised to discover that you are back on your own
street. You have not been paying attention to your route at
all, since your mind has been fully occupied with the
jogger. As you approach your front door, you wonder whether
you should continue following this beautiful woman, or
should you call it quits. You are confident that I will be
home waiting for your call, so your stimulated libido won't
go unsatisfied. But as you approach your home, the jogger
absolutely surprises you by turning up onto your path and
stopping right at your door. Leaning back against the frame,
she strikes a stunningly sexy pose, with one hand raking up
through her wet hair, and her other hand is brought up to
her face, with her first finger in front of her luscious
lips, indicating that she wishes to dispense with talk.
That's all right with you, and you stride up the steps to
stand right in front of her, breathless from both the
running and the shock of the events that are transpiring.
She is brushing her back up and down against the door frame,
and the knob is right behind her, pressed into her ass.
You have neighbors that are too inquisitive, so you decide
that this had better proceed indoors... and right away, for
your erection has been straining at your jogging shorts
since you first stepped out onto the street 30 minutes ago.
By now it is aching, and its shape is clearly outlined
through the wet nylon. Your silent friend has let her gaze
drop down and she is now staring straight into your groin,
which is both a turn on for you, but also somewhat
disquieting. Anyway, you reach your hand out to slide it
around her moist waist, squeezing it behind her firm
derriere so that you can grasp the doorknob. As you turn it,
the door pops open, and you both tumble inward. As you reach
out to embrace her, her slick body slides out of your grasp,
and she prances away, into the dining room. You give chase,
enjoying the tease, but really ready for more direct action.
But she stays just out of your reach as you pursue her
through all the rooms of your house. She is fast and wily,
and anticipates your zigs and zags perfectly. She reminds
you of a cat.
Finally the chase leads you both into the master bedroom,
which is a mess. You haven't been entertaining your women
friends there recently, and dirty clothes are piled up
everywhere. But you don't care too much, for this is a
perfect place for the chase to end up. At least your sheets
are clean, for the time being. You stand in the doorway, and
know that she has no way to escape. She stands up in the
center of the bed and shimmies her body in the most
seductive dance you can imagine. Then she points down at the
bed and you can tell from her body language that she wants
you to lie down on the bed, which you do immediately.
Crawling between her spread legs, you position yourself with
your head propped up on the pillow, and watch as she
continues her feline dance, straddling your shoulders. The
bottom edge of her shirt pulls away from her body and you
can see the undersides of her breasts swing around. Her
skin-tight Lycra pants hide very little, for you can clearly
see the split down the middle of her cunt, and the two half-
moons of her swollen lips. The only sign of pubic hair is a
ridge right above her cunt that shows the texture of the
bristling hair, so you are pretty sure that the rest of the
area is smoothly shaved. This is all so exciting, and you
reach your hands up to caress her sweaty calves and knees.
When you start to reach up higher, she wags her finger
indicating that it isn't time yet. And with that, she jumps
down from the bed and grabs one of your neck ties from the
bedside stand. When she starts to tie it around one of your
wrists, you pull your hand away. This isn't what you had in
mind! She stands up straight and stares right into your eyes
for at least 60 seconds, a stern and sad look on her face.
She's still got her shiny sunglasses on, and you can see the
dual reflections of your aroused body on the faces of the
glasses. Then she slowly turns around and starts to walk
toward your bedroom door.
You can't stand the idea of her leaving now. So you call out
to her, and tell her that you'll go along with being tied
up, just as long as she promises to fulfill your needs. She
stops with her back to you and then slowly, ever so slowly,
turns on her heels and stares at your face again, then down
to your tented shorts. She seems to be weighing her
alternatives, and as she ponders, one of her hands reaches
down between her thighs and she starts to rub her cunt
through the Lycra. That apparently helps her decide to stay,
for she walks back over the side of your bed and resumes her
task of tying your hand to one side of the headboard. Then
the other hand. You are having second thoughts about this,
and you test the strength of the knots. But she stills your
experiments with another stern gaze that calms you down. She
goes to the closet and gets two more ties, which she uses to
fasten your feet to the footboard. You are now spread-
eagled, face up, and it crosses your mind that it would have
been advantageous if you had removed your clothes first. And
the ties she has used were expensive silk. It would probably
be better if you didn't pull too hard and damage the
material.
When you are fully bound to the bed, she again mounts the
bed and straddles your head. She grips the bottom edge of
her shirt, and pulls it up over her head, revealing her
wonderful breasts and the hard nuggets of those nipples that
you ogled earlier through the wet shirt. Her skin is still
covered with a bountiful sheen of perspiration, and she
glistens in the light from the sun streaming through the
window. She is utterly magnificent, and her body can't stop
swaying and shimmying. You lick your lips in anticipation.
Then she steps forward until her feet are just on either
side of your head. It is hard to see much now, except for
the tips of her nipples that project out enough for your
eager view. Otherwise, you see only her calves and knees
rising up in pink columns, disappearing into the black
Lycra. And those bulging cunt lips and the juncture of the
tow muscular thighs. She reaches down to the top of her
shorts and starts to roll them down over her hips, and
further down her legs, toward your face. As the black Lycra
comes closer and closer, it becomes all that you can see,
until the crotch of her pants is all the way down forming a
tight bridge stretched between her ankles, pulled tightly
against your eyes and nose. You can't see anything, and the
smell of her crotch is so strong as you breathe it in. It is
a wonderful mix of her vaginal juices (so sweet and
arousing) and her accumulated perspiration (sour and tangy).
You like this, and begin to probe into the folds of the wet
material with your tongue, tasting and smelling the pungent
scent of this incredible red-headed cat-woman.
But it is a little hard to breathe like this, so you are
relieved when she finally puts one hand on the wall over
your head and lifts her right foot up so that she can remove
the bike shorts. When your eyes readjust to the light, you
are again staring up into her crotch, and she gradually
spreads her knees, thereby spreading her thighs. Now you can
see her uncovered cunt, and you have another big surprise.
You had expected her patch of cunt hair to be bushy and red,
like the fiery mane atop her head. But it is not red, it is
blond and fairly sparse. Strange, you think. But there is
not much time to think, for her cunt is descending further,
and the rest of her cunt (shaved, as you expected) is
spreading open like a flower, revealing the hanging,
purplish lips of her cunt, and then the wet pink flesh of
her inner lips. The dark recess of her vagina winks open and
closed as she clenches her inner muscles. Just "north" of
her vagina, there is the twist of flesh hiding her piss
hole, and then above that is the clitoral ridge, with a
couple of rings of skin surrounding the tip of her engorged
clitoris. It's a little whiter in color than the rest of her
cunt, and it is even twitching slightly. You can see
everything so clearly, for she has stopped just inches above
your face.
Now she closes the gap, and you reach your tongue upwards to
greet her cunt. She takes both her hands and rests them on
the bed just to either side of your head, above your ears.
This forms a gentle trap that makes it clear that you
shouldn't move your head. She now begins to move her crotch
forward and back, dragging her wide-spread cunt over your
entire face, from your chin to your forehead. You can feel
the bump of her clitoris ride over all the features of your
face, top to bottom. Then she focuses on your nose, thumbing
her clitoris side-to-side over the ridge. She hasn't stopped
sweating, and you can feel drops falling into your hair from
her swinging breasts above you. You have stopped paying
attention to the odd taste of her mixed juices and sweat...
it is all acting as an aphrodisiac for you, and you again
probe upwards with your tongue, finding her open vagina as
she continues to mop her clitoris onto your nose. When she
feels your tongue reach its target, she tilts her torso back
a little more, so that you have full access, and can push
your tongue deep. You then make your tongue long and hard
and rigid. And she bounces up and down on it as if it were a
cock. The loose outer lips are swollen and sopping wet, and
they form a cushion that keeps your lips from being bruised
against your teeth. Moaning and raspy gasps are emanating
from her throat, and it is obvious that her orgasm is
nearing. You push your tongue further forward within her
vagina, as if your were trying to reach that patch of blond
hair, and it is easy to tell when you make contact with her
G-spot, for she immediately goes over the top, riding your
tongue and nose into a canter and then a gallop. Her moans
become a series of sharp grunts and squeals. Then you feel a
flow of liquid surging out of her cunt around your tongue
and into your open mouth. Your first thought is that she is
peeing on you, but immediately you know that the taste is
wrong. This is sweet and a bit syrupy, and you remember
reading somewhere that some women actually ejaculate from
having their G-spot stimulated. That is obviously what is
gong on, and you eagerly lap up the wonderful nectar.
When her orgasm finally abates, she swabs her wet cunt up
and down your face a couple more times for good measure, and
then rolls off of you and stands on the floor. She has a
wonderful look on her face, and you are glad that she
promised to make sure that you got off too. It's about time.
Every woman-and this woman so much in particular-is so
beautiful in the afterglow of an orgasm, and you look up and
down her body with appreciation and anticipation. Your cock
has been rock hard for maybe an hour and a half, and it is
really starting to ache. As you look her over, you eyes
again alight on her cunt, and again you wonder about her
blond pubic hair. It looks so out of place. You have met and
loved women who have dyed the hair on their head blond, but
the pubic hair is always the giveaway as to what their
natural color is.
The woman can tell what you are thinking, and she decides
that this is the time to reveal the truth. She reaches up
behind her neck and pulls upward and forward. Her incredible
red hair is a wig, and as it comes off and onto the floor,
it pulls off her sunglasses as well. You are looking up into
the face of a blond woman, a woman that you know very well
from her self-description that she posted on alt.sex.stories
("Sue's Overture"), a woman that you were thinking about
just as you went out to go jogging.... the very woman that
you slandered and hurt with your bullshit little bunch of
lies. It is me, Sue, the person that you said in your
posting was not a real person. That's what really pissed me
off. Now I begin to talk to you, breaking the silence that
was meant to help me hide my identity. I tell you that I had
been furious with you, that you had been a total jerk to
have posted that bunch of crap about me. You are too little
a man to write your own fantasies, to do something positive
and creative on the Internet. Instead, you spread false
rumors, caring not at all for the results of your
fabrications. You polluted the computer bandwidth, you
spineless bastard, and your unwillingness to answer my email
to you makes your crime even worse.
So I was mad, and I still am. And now I am getting my
revenge. You are still tied to the bed. You are desperate
for my help to relieve your sexual needs. And ultimately,
you need my help to release your binds. I have gotten to
enjoy a wonderful orgasm already, and it won't be my last
this afternoon. I'll decide what to do for your needs,
depending on my mood. But right now, you are mine, and I
already feel the need to enjoy another orgasm. Yours will
have to wait. Too fucking bad.
And with that, I leave the room and return with a pair of
scissors, which I use to cut away your T-shirt, and then
slice up through the legs of your pants and underwear. The
feeling of the cold steel against your still-sweaty skin is
both provocative and a bit scary. You don't know much about
me, and you aren't at all sure if I am above truly harming
you. All you do know is that I am mad as hell. When I pull
the clothes away from your body, you are totally naked and
it feels exposed. Your little nipples are hard, and your
cock is STILL rock hard. I go into the bathroom and return
with a large towel soaked with warm water. You may have
found it sexy to lick the sweat from my body, but I would
prefer to enjoy yours when it is clean. And I rub the towel
over your chest. I rub it harder and harder, and your
nipples become red and extra sensitive, and your skin is
pink. I gently wipe your face, and then back to the bathroom
to freshen the towel with more hot water, which I use to
clean your legs and then, finally, my attention is focused
on your rigid cock, which I wipe clean. Then your balls,
which I handle a bit roughly, just enough to make you
nervous, not enough to truly hurt. I let the towel continue
"south" until I am cleaning your asshole and your butt
cheeks. I let the coarse terrycloth rub across your anus,
and I can tell that you enjoy that; I suppose that assholes
love their assholes! Each time that I prod at your rectum,
your cock twitches, and your thighs clench. So I tease you
more, wrapping my pinky in the towel and pushing it in an
inch or so. and hooking it forwards. I've read that men have
a spot in their anus something like my G-spot, and I explore
for that. When I find it (and it is obvious when I do) I
only toy with it for a minute. After all, this is teasing,
not satisfaction for you, so I want to leave you with plenty
to think about. Back up to your cock I go, and tossing the
towel to the side, I plant some gentle kisses on the ridged
skin of you balls, and then flutter my tongue up from there,
flicking it over the thick tubular ridge of the underside of
your cock, until I reach the raised edge of your cock-head.
Instead of continuing with my tongue, I draw back and blow
on the head, making the tight purple skin dry and shiny. I
am so close that I can study every little bump and vein and
discoloration. Stretching down from your piss hole is that
tight strip of skin that pulls the tip of the head around so
that the entire head looks like a helmet. That strip of skin
is so tight. I twang it with my fingertip as if it were a
guitar string. I scratch around on the dark surface of the
head with my teeth, leaving temporary tracings of pink. Then
I grasp your cock in both my hands and roll it ever-so-
gently between my hands as if it were a piece of clay that I
was making into a snake. You are gasping in delight, perhaps
believing that I am going to let your balls empty their
cream right now. No such luck.
Instead, I again straddle your head, with my legs well
parted and my legs straight. Now I am going to masturbate
right in front of you, and you won't be able to enjoy
anything but the view. Remember all the times you
masturbated right after reading my stories, but being
unwilling to satisfy me by writing your own stories in
response. Instead, you acted like a malicious coward by
writing that dastardly note. Well now I am exacting my
revenge. I use one hand to spread my outer lips wide and
upward. My clitoris is totally exposed for your eyes, and
for my enjoyment. I lick the fingers of my other hand and
immediately begin to vigorously rub my clitoris, and
occasionally my entire cunt. When I reach up into my vagina,
I then take the wet fingers and bring them down to your
mouth, where you lick off the juices. Back to my cunt, and I
diddle my clitoris back and forth, and then take it between
my thumb and first finger and roll the little nub around.
When my orgasm nears, I reach all three of my middle fingers
down and then backup into my vagina, again stimulating my G-
spot while the heal of my hand massages my clitoris. My
pinky reaches all the way around and teases over my puckered
asshole, flicking back and forth. My other hand is no longer
needed in my cunt, so I use it to squeeze my breasts and
lightly twist and rub my nipples I am looking straight down
into your face, and I'm sure that you can see pure lust
etched across my own face. I can see it in your eyes, too.
When my climax finally hits me, I squat down suddenly, and
lower my asshole right onto your tongue, which you
obligingly use to stimulate this forbidden spot. And gawd,
do I have a big orgasm. The waves of pleasure are huge,
breaking and rebuilding a dozen times. It is absolutely
wonderful, heightened by the power I feel from showing off
for you, and from exacting some revenge for your
naughtiness.
I wriggle my body back down your body, leaving a wet trail
of cunt juices on your face, your chest, and your tummy.
Reaching down under me, I grasp your cock, point it upwards,
and let myself down onto it all at once. It is embedded deep
into my cunt, and my little patch of blond cunt hair
entwines with your pubic hair. You've been waiting so long
(more than two and a half hours)! for this, but I'm not
ready to let you off the hook yet. I lean forwards and allow
you to suck on my nipples, but my cunt remains stationary.
You push my nipple out of my mouth and beg me to ride your
cock so that you can finally have the orgasm that you NEED
so badly, that you want with all your heart. Now is the time
for me to talk about promises.
You've been waiting and wanting for so long now. I don't
feel too bad about your ruined jogging cloths, or your ties,
which will probably be fine. I never caused you real pain-
although I'm sure that the teasing was excruciating. So here
is what I want to know: do you promise to stop writing lies
about me and any other person on the Internet? Will you
redeem yourself by posting a message withdrawing your
previous message, and telling the world that you were a
shameful liar? Will you tell the world that Sue is an
incredible, lusty, and ever-so-real person? Will you take
the energies that you have been exerting on telling lies on
the Internet, and redirect it towards more useful actions,
such as contributing to a.s.s with actual stories, rather
than bullshit comments? In the future, will you post
constructive comments in the proper place, alt.sex.stories.d
(the "d" stands for "discussion")?
If you answer all of my questions the way you now you
should, I will stop teasing you instantly. In fact, I will
ride that big cock of yours right now, for as long and as
hard as it takes. My warm and wet cunt will grasp at your
cock with all its strength, and I'll reach behind me and
fondle your balls and tickle your asshole. I'll lean
forwards and feed you my breasts. Your cock will swell to a
size it has never reached before, and your cock head will be
massaged and milked by my cervix. I'll make sure that you
have the most intense orgasm imaginable. You'll be smiling
for hours.
If you don't promise to correct your wayward behavior, then
I'll let your yearning cock plop right out of my cunt onto
your tummy, where it will flop around like a fish out of the
life-giving water that it needs. And I'll leave you tied up
there 'til you change your mind.......... You decide. We are
both waiting and wanting. Don't disappoint me. Exercise your
imagination. Exorcise your demons. I'm still waiting.......
14 Craftsmanship
I met him at a local craft fair. He is a glass blower, and
his work is stunningly beautiful. The designs are organic:
elegant, flowing, natural shapes that are both crisp and
soft. As soon as I saw his work in his booth, the word that
came to my mind was "sensuous." Not that any item looked
like a specific part of human anatomy. In fact, everything
was abstract. But universal images of penises and skin and
breasts and thighs and backs and lips and fingers all
floated through my mind's eye as I looked at the body of his
work.
Then I turned around and looked at him, and those same
images were reinforced in my imagination. He was a hunk. Big
and strong and intense. He must stand 6'4" or more. But he
wasn't standing; he was sitting on a stool, head tipped
back, arms crossed on his huge chest, staring into space. I
hesitated to break his serenity by speaking to him, but I
was genuinely interested in his work. In fact, with a
wedding coming up soon, I needed a present to give to the
lucky couple. One of these glass sculptures would be perfect
to help "keep the fires burning" in their long life
together.
So I asked the craftsman about how the pieces were made. My
question sort of startled him out of his trance, but he
looked over to me and stared deeply into my eyes in a way
that seemed to penetrate my very soul. Most men will look
into my face, and then there gaze starts to travel over my
body, sneaking peeks at my hair, my breasts, my legs,... but
this guy (his name was Malcolm) kept his eyes zeroed in on
mine in a way that felt inviting and warm. Warm enough to
melt my heart, and to make my body tingle. Not incidentally,
I could feel a little gush of moisture form within my cunt.
But he certainly wasn't much of a conversationalist. He
answered my questions, but offered no elaborations.
Eventually, we both became aware that it was frustrating for
him to try to put into words what was an inexplicable
creative process, and we spoke about that for a few minutes.
As a solution, he suggested that I could come by his studio
someday to watch him work. Perhaps that would help answer my
questions. He had a showroom there, too, so I could pick out
something for my wedding gift at the same time. That sounded
fine, and it would give me time to think about my purchase.
At least that what I told him. To myself, I was being more
honest. I found this guy attractive. A visceral hunger began
to gnaw at me, and over the next week, I thought about
Malcolm and his beautiful craftwork frequently. On Friday, I
called him and made an appointment to visit his workshop the
next day.
It is way out in the sticks, perhaps a half-mile down a
single lane dirt road that made me concerned about the
suspension on my little Miata. Anyway, I made it OK, but my
knock on the front door elicited no response. But there was
an old beat-up van in the driveway, so I walked around the
house through some absolutely stunning gardens of perennials
and wildflowers. It made me feel that I had worn just the
right outfit for this setting: a lightweight cotton peasant
dress with a floral print. A scooped neckline and knee-
length hemline. Underneath, a loose-fitting golden silk
chemise with a snap crotch. Nothing else. It all seemed so
free and flowing and natural, just like this afternoon in
nature with a craftsman. All was well with the world at that
moment, and I was so happy that I raised my arms into the
air and kind of danced and pirouetted around the gardens,
proceeding in the general direction of the building behind
the house, which was obviously Malcolm's studio.
I danced all the way to the doorway, discovering that it was
open. Inside, I could see Malcolm working. Undetected, I
watched him for a few minutes as he moved from a furnace
over to his work area, where he spun and shaped an orange
glob of soft glass into an elongated shape. When he got up
again to go back to the furnace, he saw me at the doorway.
He waved for me to come on over, which I did. Immediately, I
was struck by how warm it was inside, in contrast to the
slight chill in the air. The building housed several
furnaces, all going at once. Some held pots of molten glass
of various kinds, and one was the furnace that he used to
heat and reheat the piece that he was working on at the
moment. Around the rest of the shop were shelves of items-
works in progress and experiments of all sorts. The same
sorts of sensuous, organic shapes that I had seen in his
booth at the craft fair. In fact, some of the work was more
blatantly erotic, and I could see why he might not choose to
show it in a public setting.
Hardly ever saying a word, Malcolm allowed me to watch him
complete the item he had started before my arrival. His
movements were smooth and muscular. He and his work were so
alike in that way. When he finished this item, he knocked it
off the puttee (the iron blow pipe) with a decisive rap that
seemed to endanger the result of his hard efforts...., but
the glass fell safely into a tray of sand, where it cooled
off. Then he asked me if I'd like to work on one with him.
Of course, what an opportunity to learn-and to get closer to
his magnetic physique! He gathered up a new glob of molten
glass on the puttee, and then had me sit at his bench while
he and I together held and rolled the piece across the rails
on the bench. At first, I was unable to get a bubble of air
blown into the center of the glass, but he got it started,
and then I was able to open it up more. Malcolm showed me
how to use the pincer things to change the outside shape,
and together we worked on the piece. He allowed me to choose
the form, but I relied mostly on him to make the thing
happen.
While we were working on it, he kneeled on the hard floor,
so close that his shoulders bumped into my arms. His hands
intertwined with mine to guide and strengthen my motions.
His thin sheen of perspiration mingled with mine. I had to
spread my legs to straddle the end of the bench, and to gain
leverage for the manipulation of the glass. I could feel the
warm air pressing into my skin all over. When we got up to
reheat the glass in the furnace, Malcolm stood right behind
me and reached around me on both sides to help hold the
puttee in position, and to keep it turning. The heat
radiating out of the open door of the furnace burned into my
skin, and yet I could still feel the heat radiating from his
body into my back, and the light touch of the front of his
jeans grazed over my ass cheeks. The brilliant cherry color
of the molten glass put a blush on my skin. Or was it the
fiery lust that was building higher and higher as we worked?
The glass had started as an amorphous ball, but I kept
squeezing it out longer and longer, When I blew into the
puttee, the whole sausage shape got both wider and more
elongated. The surface remained somewhat ridged and bumpy,
with thick walls. Then I pinched in more a few inches behind
the head of it, which caused the end to swell out more.
Perhaps he had suspected what I was up to before that
moment, but now there could be no mistaking it. He burst out
with a deep-throated laugh that was so sincere and jovial
that I too joined in with my own giggles.
Of course, the piece was pretty much done, although Malcolm
added more glass to the base of it, making a wide flange.
When we knocked it off the puttee into the sand, we both
spent a few moments staring at the transparent, shiny
phallus that I had just made. He said that he had never
actually made one before, but from what I could see of his
work, I knew that everything he made came from his erotic
sensibilities. I was just not talented enough to be so
indirect and abstract.
He put the puttee down and then grasped my shoulders and
turned me around, so that I was facing out through the open
doorway, looking out into the incredibly lush gardens. His
fingers traced down the outside of my arms, over my wrists,
past the end of my fingers, onto the front of my thighs, and
then touched my knees. I was quivering with anticipation as
he took hold of the hem of my dress and pulled slowly
upwards. I raised my arms toward the lintel of the door, and
he pulled my dress upward and over my hands, tossing it
aside. I left my arms up, and his fingers traced back down
along my arms to my neck, and forward onto my chin. He
swirled all over my face, pulling my long blond hair out of
the way and over to one side. His hands moved down onto my
throat, and continued onto my breasts, cupping and milking
them through the sheer satin. He tweaked and massaged my
nipples, which stood out like pink pencil erasers, tenting
the silk fabric.
When I brought my own hands down so that they rested on the
top of my head, it made room for Malcolm's face to come in
and nestle alongside of mine, his stubbly chin resting
lightly on my shoulder. His hands were so strong, yet his
fingers were so gentle. Every move was smooth and
controlled, just the way that he worked on his glass. I felt
like he was memorizing my curves and concavities. Under his
touch, I felt so voluptuous and pliant. He pushed my flesh
around as if it was molten glass. His hot breath acted like
the invasive fires of the furnace, melting my resistance
away (actually, I was totally receptive to his advances).
Sun light poured through the doorway, fanning the flames
more. I stared in mesmerized euphoria into the tapestry of
enchanting flowers.
His hands began to slide further down the front of my
chemise, lightly kneading and probing into my skin along the
way. When he got to my cunt, he wasted no time. Immediately,
he reached between my thighs and expertly unsnapped the
crotch of my chemise, and then pulled it up over my head in
one quick movement, throwing it into the pile with my dress.
As the filmy material wafted to the floor, I kicked off my
sandals, and then stood absolutely naked with his coarse
textured shirt and pants pressing into my back. The fingers
of both hands zeroed in instantly onto my cunt. He pulled my
lips apart and ran the length of one finger through my soggy
slit several times, letting his knuckles and rough calluses
bump over my erect clitoris in rapid succession. Talk about
being "hand-made!"
But he didn't linger like that for long. He pulled back away
from me, and I could hear him undress behind me. When he was
naked, Malcolm gripped my by the waist and pulled me
backwards, so that my feet shuffled backwards a few inches
or so. Then he gently but insistently pushed forwards on my
back, right between my shoulder blades, so that I was forced
to lean forward at the waist. My only choice was to reach
out and grab onto the frame of the door on each side of the
opening. I was bent over at the waist, with my back parallel
to the floor and my swollen breasts hanging pendulously,
gumdrop nipples pointing at the door sill. My hamstrings
were stretched tight. The small of my back arched downward,
which pushed my ass up high into the air. I spread my legs
wide for balance, and to open myself for whatever he had in
mind. He reached in under my ass and again plucked at my
clitoris and massaged my drooping outer lips. When he pulled
his hand back a little, he let it linger in the moisture
that was now oozing from my percolating vagina. I could feel
cool droplets of my juices dripping down the feverish flesh
of my inner thighs. He knew that I was open and wet and
ready.
Malcolm pulled his fingers away, and my whole ass followed
his fingers, unwilling to let him escape. But immediately,
his fingers were replaced by the hard heat of his cock,
slipping between my ass cheeks, insinuating itself between
the thickened flaps of my labia, and then directly into the
entrance to my vagina. The swiftness of this move caught me
by surprise, as I had expected him to play around some more.
As I sucked in my breath in a long inhalation, he plunged
his cock into me in a single thrust. My vaginal canal
expanded and stretched just barely enough to accept his
wide-bodied pillar of flesh. The knob on the end was
incredibly large, but once that had gone past the tight ring
at the entrance of my cunt, things became at least a little
easier. Fortunately, I was prepared by my gushing torrent of
juices, which lubricated his impulsive penetration.
As I gasped with the fullness of my cunt, I also noticed how
wonderfully slippery and silky his cock felt inside me. And
even more, the heat that radiated from his cock. It was
unbelievable how hot his cock was, not quite scalding my
inner tissues, but burning in an exquisite way. It seemed
hotter than should be possible, but it wasn't until his cock
was fully embedded into my tautly stretched vagina that I
realized that it wasn't his cock at all. For I should have
felt his groin and his wiry pubic hair pressed into my ass
cheeks; instead, I could feel his fist as it gripped the
flared end of the glass phallus that we had created. It had
cooled down just enough to be handled and touched. And it
had been thrust deep into the furnace of my body, where it
was stoking the fires of my unbridled lust. I grunted with
the unbridled lust that had been kindled by this glass
spike, and that sound communicated to Malcolm that I
understood and accepted his gift.
He slowly withdrew the glass dildo, and then sipped it back
into me with little thrusts that penetrated only a couple of
inches. With his other hand, he reached around me and
started rhythmically squeezing one of my breasts, holding
the entire mound of pulpy flesh in his palm. After being so
totally filled, I felt the wanton need to be filled again.
But Malcolm was exploring for my G spot, and he found it
right away. The heated knob brushed across it again and
again, and in my state of extreme passion, this stimulation
was enough to put me over the top quite quickly. I shrieked
my pleasure out into the garden, and flailed my hair around
my head. He again impaled the glass pole all the way into
me, stuffing my vagina. Oh, my god, what an incredible
orgasm was rising within me. I was awash in the elation of
total nirvana, and my cunt tried to clamp down onto the
shiny hot cock as if to shatter the glass. My hips pistoned
up and down rapidly over the unbending implement. Displaced
by the incredible fullness, clear juices were squeezed out
from my cunt and they drooled down onto Malcolm's hands. He
took his thumb away from the flange he was holding and let
it slide across my asshole as I snapped down onto the cock.
My climax seemed to last forever, and eventually, I was too
weak to remain in my bent-over position, and I sagged to the
floor, and rolled out onto the lawn outside the door.
It took a while for me to regain my wits, but eventually, I
opened my eyes and focused on Malcolm, who was leaning
against the doorframe. He had a smug, wry look on his face,
and a fat long erection in his hand. I smiled back at him
and beckoned to him wordlessly with my index finger. He
placed the glass cock on the grass, and kneeled down next to
me. I got up on my haunches and pushed my shoulders into his
chest, trying to push him over. He was a solid as an oak
tree, but eventually, he allowed me to topple him. He lay
flat on his back in the green carpet of grass, and I
straddled his hips, weight on my knees. Again I impaled
myself on his cock. And this time, it was the real thing.
Perhaps it wasn't as massive or as hot as the one that had
filled me moments before, but it was deeply pleasurable for
me, and judging by the expression on his face, it was what
he wanted too. He hadn't been coy with me, so I determined
to be just as abrupt. So I started riding Malcolm's big cock
like a bucking bronco, rapidly rising and falling, lifting
my cunt up to the bloated mushroom-shaped head, then sinking
down with all my weight. I rhythmically constricted my cunt
muscles as hard as I could, milking his cock in my steamy
pneumatic vessel. At the same time, I was running my fingers
through the thick black hair on his broad chest, scratching
him lightly with my fingernails. I pinched hard onto his
hard little nipples, which drew an appreciative snort from
his throat.
When Malcolm's hands came up and attempted to grip my waist,
I slapped them away. Now it was my turn to be in control,
and I pulled my self up so that I was squatting now, his
hands immobilized between my feet and his hips. I increased
the speed of my pistoning, bouncing my weight around. My
breasts were flopping around wildly, and I leaned forwards
so that my hair whipped over his face and neck. Of course,
it didn't take much of this animalistic rutting to push
Malcolm to his own orgasm. When I felt him tense up, and saw
his face begin to contort, I pushed myself all the way up
and off of his cock, settling instantly onto my haunches at
his sides. I grabbed hold of his pulsating cock and began to
jerk up and down on the sheathing skin. I could feel the
incredible heat of the blood coursing through his veins, and
I could smell the intermingled liquids of his salty precome
and my spicy cunt juices. His pubic hair was plastered to
his groin with our slimy secretions. His hips were twitching
with the impending climax. His eyes were screwed shut, and
then he drew in a deep breath that expanded his muscular
chest to incredible size (glass-blowers lungs!).
Only then, at the moment of his orgasm, did I bring my mouth
down to kiss and then swallow the purple head of Malcolm's
cock. Only then did I remove one hand from the plump shaft
of his cock and start of juggle his heavy balls in my
fingers. And that is when he began to blast his succulent
semen onto my lapping tongue. Pumping his cock with the
other hand, I synchronized my strokes to his ejaculations.
This added to the forcefulness of the blasts, and the thick
globs of cream shot deep into my throat. His magnificent
cock had become a flame-thrower, and the heat and thickness
of his come reminded me of the amorphous dollops of glass
that we had shaped an hour ago. I tried to swallow as much
as I could, collecting his nectar hungrily. But there was
just too much, and it dribbled out around the edges of my
pursing lips, and down through my fingers.
Finally, he released the tension from all of his muscles,
and I released my tight grasp on his softening cock. I lay
down next to him in the grass. With his arm around me and my
head resting on his slowly heaving chest, we fell asleep
with the sun and our blazing memories keeping us warm in our
naked, blissful splendor.
It wasn't until two days later that I finally left Malcolm's
place. I carried with me my glass phallus, my gift for my
friends' wedding, and the intention to return soon to learn
more from this true craftsman!
15 Catty Corner
I decided to splurge when I made the reservation for the
hotel. After all, this was an important business conference
for me, and I was going to be in the city for only a couple
of nights. My plane flights were going to be a grueling five
hours, with two changes of planes. So I knew I'd be tired,
and the idea of suffering with a cheap motel room was not
appealing. I called one of those luxury downtown hotels. It
was one of the new ones, built in a triangle around a huge
central atrium..., glass elevators, balcony hall-ways draped
in lush greenery around the atrium. And I asked for a luxury
suite with a king-size bed and a separate living room. I
wanted to take care of myself for a change. Hopefully, the
conference would lead to some profitable business
connections that would make the expense of this hotel seem
insignificant.
I had wanted to check into my room as soon as I arrived in
the city, but of course the flights were late, and the
traffic into the city made me so late that I had to go right
to the banquet that opened the conference. What I really
wanted was a shower, and an hour to relax and compose
myself. But I put on my best "face," and freshened up in the
restaurant's bathroom.
The dinner and innumerable speeches dragged on and on 'til
late at night. But the other people assigned to my table
turned out to be interested in the services that my company
could offer. By the time that the dessert plates were being
picked off of the tables by the bus-boys, I had informally
finalized several lucrative deals, and my table mates
invited me out for drinks at the restaurant's bar. I was by
this time totally exhausted by my the long day (including
three time zone changes) but I felt that it was important to
be gracious in accepting their offer to continue talking.
The fact that they were all men, and that I was probably the
most attractive woman in the crowd, was not lost on me, but
I determined to keep things on a business level. The
conversation over drinks was loaded with their mischievous
double-entendres, which I let go unchallenged.
Finally, we made arrangements to reconvene our discussions
at the next night's dinner, and we all traded business
cards. When the party broke up, I caught a cab back to the
hotel. I couldn't believe it when I looked at my watch and
saw that it was almost two in the morning. I was actually
just getting a second wind, as if my deep feeling of
tiredness was overcome with the triumph of making the deals
with my dinner partners. I had to admit to myself that there
was kind of an erotic charge to the way that I was feeling.
Kind of keyed up, and also kind of out of control from my
exhaustion. Not much I was going to be able to do about it
except masturbate in my room, but that can be great, so I
started to think about that as I finally reached the hotel
and went through my belated check-in. I was so late that
there was not even a bell-hop on duty, so the man at the
front desk told me how to get to my room on my own. I pulled
my suitcase into the elevator, and as it took me to the top
floor, I could see the entire interior of the atrium, with
row after row of rooms wrapped around the balconies. There
were 20 stories to this place. Each of the rooms had a large
window that face into the atrium, and most of them were
dark. A few had the lights on, but were shielded by
curtains. My sexually oriented thoughts led me to wonder
what was going on in each of those rooms. Momentary images
of all sorts of couplings flashed through my mind's eye.
Walking along the long balcony to my room, I passed by
dozens of rooms, and I found myself glancing at the windows.
Several had lights on, but the curtains assured the privacy
of the inhabitants.
But one room had the curtains partly open, and as I passed,
I snuck a look. Inside was a scene that froze me in my
tracks. The room was lit by only the flickering bluish
illumination from the TV set. On the screen was a soft-core
porno movie, the kind that hotels make available for an
extra charge. There were the two occupants of the room. The
woman was naked, and she was leaning over the back of a big
overstuffed armchair, facing toward the TV, with her large
breasts draped over the back cushion. The man was standing
behind her, fucking his cock deep into her cunt. His hands
were squeezing and massaging her ass cheeks so hard that I
could see the white streaks on her red and sweaty skin,
where his fingers had pushed the blood from her flesh. They
were situated so that they were sideways to me, and as he
slowly pumped his cock in and out of her, I could see the
incredible length become exposed and then disappear again.
He was so long and hard and wet, and on the back stroke, her
cunt lips clung to his cock, as if they were trying to pull
him back into her clutching vagina. His balls swung forwards
and back, coming into view briefly with each thrust. She
pulled her hands up to start pinching both her nipples into
long hard gumdrops.
The two of them were transfixed on the images displayed on
the TV, mesmerized by the athletic threesome that are
frolicking on the screen. Then he looked down at her ass and
purposely drooled a long string of spit into the crease
between her ass cheeks. The thumb of one hand chased after
the moisture. I couldn't really see what he was doing, but
it was easy to guess that his fattest finger was rubbing
around her asshole, and when I saw his hand twist around, I
knew that he had slipped his thumb into her. When he did
that, her back stiffened and her body kind of jerked a bit,
as if she were objecting. For myself, I know that I would be
more than objecting. I like a little teasing around my
asshole, but penetrating it is just not my thing. For this
woman that I was spying on, anal penetration was apparently
OK, because after a few seconds, she seemed to relax, and
she went back to watching the movie and pulling on her
nipples. Her chest was heaving and her rising excitement was
increasingly evident. As was the man's-he had been very
controlled in pacing his deep fucking motions, but now the
thrusts were getting deeper than ever, and faster and
faster. With the hand that was not involved with penetrating
her ass, he started to slap playfully at the skin of her ass
and back. Not the kind of slap that would be painful. These
were light slaps, designed to heighten her skin's aliveness
and sensitivity, like a splash of cold water. She didn't
seem to mind at all, and in fact her head started to pivot
around, flailing her short black hair around her ears, eyes
wild with feverish lust.
That's how she saw me. Her head stopped suddenly and her
eyes locked on the window were I was standing, brazenly
watching their supposedly private act. At first she looked
shocked and worried, but that passed in an instant. Her eyes
widened and she licked her tongue around her lips in a broad
circle, wickedly smirking at me. Her stare made me aware of
my own appearance, and I realized that my hand was pressed
into the material of my dress, insinuating itself into the
folds of my cunt. I was pressing hard into my vulva,
cushioned my the thick skirt and panties that separated my
fingers from my cunt, from the silky moisture that had wet
my panties. Her smirk was to let me know that she was the
one getting the true satisfaction from the shaft of wet
flesh that was filling her. I was the one that had to be
content with observing her complete pleasure. Her lips
opened again, and I could see (but not hear) that she was
saying something to her partner. He swung his head toward me
and leered at me, laughing at my appearance through the
window.
This was finally too much for me. My embarrassment at being
caught overwhelmed my hypnotic interest in their animalistic
fucking, and I pulled my eyes away from theirs, and pulled
my hand away from my cunt. I grabbed my suitcase and finally
continued down the balcony toward my room, which was only
two doors farther, being the last room on this wall. And my
embarrassment at being caught by the couple was then made
much worse, because there was someone else looking at me! He
was in the room directly ahead of me at the end of the
balcony. His room was catty corner to the one that I was
soon to claim. Only his head was visible through the small
gap in his curtains, but it was clear that his attention was
focused on me, and I had no doubt that he had been watching
me, as I in turn watched the other couple. As I reached into
my purse to get my key, I averted my eyes from his, and
struggled to open the lock and attain the sanctuary of my
own room. I was so flustered that it took a while to get the
key in correctly. Finally the door opened for me and as I
turned back toward the hall for my suitcase, I again locked
eyes with his. Something about him was reassuring, but being
caught twice within one minute was kind of humiliating. In
fact, I knew that I wouldn't feel safe until I was locked in
my room.
When I closed the door behind me and flipped on the light, I
just stood frozen for a timeless moment. My heartbeat
gradually slowed from a hummingbird's pace to something more
human. I realized that I had been holding my breath, and I
forced myself to take deep long inhalations. Eventually, I
got myself back to some semblance of self control, and I
took stock of what had happened, of what I was feeling, and
of the fact that I was now safely ensconced in my luxury
suite.
Something about this feeling of fear reminded me of another
situation-the time that I had snuck into a health club with
a friend, so that we could use the Jacuzzi late at night.
Our privacy that night had been interrupted by three college
boys that had also snuck into the club. Hearing them in the
hallway that night had petrified me with fear, but I
remembered clearly that it had also been an incredibly
erotic turn-on. That night was the subject of one of my
stories ("Slippery When Wet"). It made me realize that
sometimes fear and sex can be connected at some level. And
that is what was happening for me right now. I was scared of
the consequences of being caught being a naughty voyeur, but
I was also turned-on. Not only by what I had seen through
the window as the man and woman were fucking doggy-style.
Also by the fact that I had been seen with my hand between
my thighs by a complete stranger, late at night on the
balcony of the 20th floor of a glamorous hotel across the
country from my home.
This train of thought reminded me of what it was that I had
been caught doing. I had sort of been masturbating, and my
panties were still sticky-wet with my juices. Now that I was
safe in my own room, I could complete what I had started. I
wondered if I should go on through the suite to the bedroom,
and when I looked around to see how the rooms were laid out,
I immediately noticed that the curtains to the atrium-side
windows were open. My first thought was that I should, of
course, close them. When I went over to do that, I looked
out to the balcony, and immediately I saw the man again, in
the room catty corner to mine. Because the hotel was built
in a triangular shape, the rooms to each side of the inner
corners actually faced inwards toward each other. Through my
window, I was looking almost directly into his window, his
room, and his face-it couldn't be more than six feet
separating us. This stopped me cold.
His hands held the curtains to either side of him, so that
they were pulled wider than before. Now I could see his
entire body, from his knees up. He was wearing a navy blue
terry cloth robe, and I could discern right away that he was
much older than me, maybe 60 years old or more. Gray hair,
some facial wrinkles, and a wise and gentle countenance. His
smile was sincere and amiable. Glancing downward, I could
see the hint of a bulge beneath his robe, evidence that his
cock was partially erect and tenting the fabric away from
his thighs. Looking back up to his face, I knew that he had
followed my wandering peek at his crotch, and he took his
hand from the edge of the curtain and let it slowly move to
the knot at the belt of his robe. When he pulled at the knot
of the belt, the thick terry cloth parted as he held it to
the sides with his hands on his hips, revealing the front of
his torso. The pink skin of his chest was tufted with gray
hair. For his age, I could see that he kept himself in
pretty good shape, for his stomach was firm, and only a few
wrinkles creased his skin.
And then there was his cock. It was only partly hard,
hanging downwards and slightly off to the side, but erect
enough to have pulled away from his thighs. It sort of
bobbed in the air, pulsing and twitching. I didn't know
whether he was controlling this movement, or if it was
involuntary, but I found myself staring at the dancing cock
for many long seconds. When I pulled my eyes away to see his
face, he raised his eyebrows, tilted his head to the side.
It was a questioning look, asking me to think about what I
wanted to do. He gave me some hand signals that indicated
that we could get together.
What did I want? I was so sexually keyed up, but getting
together with this stranger seemed too complex for whatever
time it was. And anyway, the theme for this evening seemed
to be voyeurism, so that should be the way that it reached
its conclusion. I decided that we could give each other a
show. I put up my hand to let him know that he should stay
put in his room. He looked disappointed for a moment, until
he saw my hands go to the front of my green satin blouse. As
I unbuttoned it and let it fall to the floor behind me, his
facial expression turned from apprehension to curiosity, and
finally to admiration, as my breasts came into view, wrapped
by a sheer lace brassiere. I hardly ever wear one, but for
this evening of business, I thought it would be better to
avoid distracting the men with the sight of my nipples
poking at the front of my blouse.
I flipped off my shoes, and then I unzipped the side of my
skirt and let it fall to my ankles, where I kicked it aside.
I undid my braid, letting my long blond hair come free and
loose and kinky-just the way that I felt at the moment! My
body took up a swaying, sensuous dance as I ran my hands up
my thighs, over my tummy, and onto my swelling breasts. I
unsnapped the catch in the center of my bra and let the
filmy cups hang limply draped over my breasts, with the
material catching on the dark jutting nipples. With a shimmy
of my shoulders, my breasts came free completely, jiggling
like bowls of jello. The bra slid off of my shoulders and
onto the floor, adding to the jumbled pile of clothes. Only
my panties were left, and before I stripped them off, I
looked up to see how my observer was doing.
He had shed his robe, and was now standing completely naked
except for a thin gold chain and medal; probably a Saint
Christopher, perfect for a traveler, but not so good for a
practicing Catholic staring out his hotel window at a
voluptuous naked woman dancing for his attention only a very
few feet from his similarly naked body. Right now, his
fervor was not religious. It was passionate, as was clear
from the attitude and altitude of his cock, which was now
pointing well above the horizontal. It had a curved shape
that made the head of his cock point straight upwards,
almost touching his belly button. Such a deliciously young
cock on his mature body. And it was still weaving and
dancing like an eel out of water. As I observed its
meandering dance, he reached down and grabbed it, starting
an extremely slow stoking. I was so close to him that I
could see a couple of drops of clear precome squeeze out of
the tip from just the first pump. The viscous liquid smeared
over the broad, purple glans, reflecting all the atrium
lights like silver glitter.
As he continued his slow fondling of his 8 inch cock, I
hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my flowery satin
panties and pulled them down to my knees. Naturally, the
crotch was sort of stuck into the wet crease of my cunt, and
I had to pull it out before I could pull my feet up and out
of the underwear. Now I was completely exposed to this
stranger's view, and I wasted no time before dipping one
hand down to my crotch, diving a finger into the puffy wet
folds of my cunt. That first touch on my clitoris was almost
an electric shock, making my entire body shudder. My eyes
were now glued to the sight of his cock being pumped with a
gradually accelerating pace, and I took the fingers of my
other hand to pull apart my outer labia and matted cunt
hair, so that he could see the glossy pink flesh of my inner
cunt. I lifted one foot up onto the sill of the window,
which was almost two feet off the floor. Bending my knee
away from him spread my cunt area even more, so that I was
totally open and revealed. I used only one finger to play
with my clitoris, curling the others up into my palm so that
they didn't interfere with his view. I swiped back and forth
over my hard clit, occasionally dipping down into my vagina.
Doing that made my inner lips spread more so that he could
easily see the glistening jagged opening. I wanted to ensure
that his view of my wanton masturbation was as unhampered as
I could make it. Judging by the mesmerized look on his face,
and the red flush to his skin, I obviously was having the
desired effect on him.
....And myself too, for I was rapidly approaching my orgasm.
Part of me wanted to let my legs buckle so that I could lie
back on the plush carpeting. And I wanted to clench my eyes
shut as the orgasm wracked over me. But overcoming those
desires was the devilish urge to watch the stranger have his
orgasm before I had mine. I slowed my finger as it flipped
over my protruding clitoris, and staring shamelessly at his
cock and hand, I took note of his technique. He was stoking
up and down the shaft, squeezing hard on the down stroke and
releasing much of the pressure when his hand slid back
toward the plum-colored glans. The rim around the head was
flared out away from the shaft, and his fingers bumped
against this pliant barrier, pressing the lip up towards his
pisshole without letting his index finger or thumb ever ride
over the rim onto the come-streaked glans. He seemed to take
great pleasure from rubbing that distended rim, and when I
looked closer, I could see that it was covered with many
dozens of teeny little white nubs. I'd seen these on other
men, but never as many, never so pronounced. Maybe there are
special nerve endings in these bumps, for he was
concentrating his efforts on swiping across this area more
and more, applying a sort of twist with his wrist at the
peak of each stoke. And he took his other hand and used it
to start juggling his balls, which were hanging pendulously,
surrounded by lots of wrinkled flesh and gray hair. He was
careful to massage his balls from behind, so as not to hide
them from my view. What a gentleman! His fingers prodded
into the scrotal sac from behind, pushing the veiled globes
forwards and upwards, toward me. I licked my lips lewdly as
I watched,
His cock was harder and longer than ever, and the head was
even fatter and darker. Precome was dribbling out profusely,
and he stopped milking at the shaft and took the slimy head
into his palm and started to knead and twist it. He knew
exactly what to do to bring his excitement to the most
hedonistic and ecstatic finish, and he was finally ready to
explode. He again slid his hand down onto the shaft of his
cock, and he moved it up and down in tiny increments, so
fast that it was more like he was vibrating it that stroking
it. In fact his whole body started to quiver, eventually
punctuated with an explosion of semen that blasted out from
the tip and flew across the narrow space, smashing against
the glass window pane. It hit the surface so hard that it
splattered in all directions, soon to be joined by another
glob of gooey come, and another. Both his hands were pumping
the liquid from deep in his balls, up though the long stiff
rod, and arcing through the air. It was an enchanting sight
to see the rivulets of semen dribbling down the glass, and
pooling on the metal sill. The grayish-white color matched
his head and body hair exactly.
As the final act of his performance proceeded, I
reinvigorated my own manipulations of my clitoris,
occasionally harvesting some lubrication that seeped from my
cunt. The aroma of the evaporating juices filled my nostrils
with the zesty fragrance. As his spurting orgasm finally
subsided, mine kicked into high gear, and I let my spine
arch, splaying my crotch wider, thrusting it forwards. This
pushed the back of my hand against the glass, propelling my
finger even harder against my clitoris than I could with
just the tired muscles of my hand. My other hand let go from
spreading my outer lips, and I seized one of my heaving
breast in that hand, palpating the hot swollen flesh in my
palm, tweaking my nipple with my fingertips.
Of course, all of this was just what the doctor ordered, for
it only took a few seconds before my own climax began to
wash over me. I had been close for so very long, and I had
teased it out while I watched the stranger finish off his
orgasm. But now it was definitely my turn to complete my
celebration. My finger strummed hard over my clitoris, so
fast that it must have been perceived as a hummingbird-wing
blur to the man. I grunted and groaned as the first waves of
ecstasy pulsed through me like electric shocks, and then
wave after wave followed. My head was tipped back so that I
could see only the ceiling, but I'm sure that the show I was
putting on for the old man was incredibly titillating. I
could feel my juices spreading onto the back of my hand,
smearing on the glass just as he had smeared his thick come
onto his window.
Eventually, the energetic stimulation of my finger was too
much, and when I pulled my finger away and up to my other
breast, I found that I could just barely push my cunt
forwards enough so that it made direct contact with the
glass, I wobbled my hips around so that I was squashing my
cunt lips against the cold sheet of glass, splaying the
pulpy flesh and spreading the clear secretions.
Finally, my legs and libido gave out. Looking behind me, I
saw an armchair close by, so I let my knees buckle and
collapsed into the comfortable embrace of the cushy
upholstery. As I did so, I hadn't a moment to relax before I
heard the phone ringing. What the Hell, I thought, and I
looked over at the clock on the side table. It was after
4:00 in the morning! Who could be calling me now, of all
times. But I reached over and picked it up.
"My name is Charlie, and I wanted you to know that you were
absolutely spectacular. I shall relish the memory of our
mutual masturbation forever. Thank you so much. I don' want
to bother you in any way at all, but if you want to talk-or
whatever-call me back. I'm sure you know my room number,
Bye." And with that he was off the phone. I hadn't had a
chance to speak at all. I looked through my window towards
his room, but the curtain was now closed. The room number
was right there in large gold numbers on the face of his
door.
Do you think that I called him? If so, what happened next?
Maybe I'll write the rest of this story someday... or maybe
you will write it for us. I'd be most interested in hearing
the stranger's side of this story or its continuation.
16 Here Cums Santa Claus
It had been a terribly long and tiresome day of shopping at
the mall, trying to take care of all of the Christmas
presents that I had left 'til the last minute. Having just
hauled all the packages out to my car, I decided impetuously
that I too deserved a present for myself, so I headed back
into the mall with only a half hour to go until closing
time. As I walked from the car to the shopper's entrance, a
few light snowflakes dusted my jacket and tickled my nose...
it was the first snow of the year, just in time for the big
day. Anyway, I decided to head straight for the Victoria's
Secret shop, where I knew I'd find some seductive and slinky
lingerie and nightgowns that would keep me warm in bed at
night, one way or another (if you know what I mean).
With only a couple of days to go until the big event, the
mall had been jam-packed with crazed consumers. But now, as
the minutes ticked away toward the end of the day, the
stores were emptying, and I had to fight my way against the
stream of traffic funneling through the doors to the parking
lot. When I made it to Victoria's, the last customers were
paying for their purchases, and I headed straight for the
silk nighties. I grabbed a bright red one and headed for the
dressing room. As I stripped down out of my work-a-day
clothes and pulled on the oily-smooth teddy, I felt the
tension flow out of my body, and my libidinous side came out
of hiding. I hadn't felt even a tiny tendril of sexiness all
day, but suddenly, I was enveloped with a powerful rush of
excitement, tingling through my skin. My hands took on a
life of their own, rising up my flanks and massaging my
breast through the slippery silk. My nipples instantly
hardened into gumdrops, and I twisted them. I guess that I
started daydreaming, since I sort of lost track of time as I
got totally into the luxurious and sultry feeling of the
sheer fabric on my flushed skin.
"Ma'am, I heard you moan in there. Is everything OK? I just
wanted you to know that we are closing in five minutes, so
if I can help you with anything, please let me know soon."
That snapped me out of my reveries. So I told the anonymous
voice that I was fine, and that if she would bring me a
velvet body suit to try on, it would save me the time of
changing into my clothes again. She said not to worry, that
there was no one else in the store except her and another
sales woman, so I could feel free to come on out to choose
what I wanted to try. When I did come out into the display
area, I felt somewhat embarrassed and self-conscious, for
the teddy was really a size or two too small for me, and it
was stretched across my breasts, showing my jutting nipples.
When I walked over to the rack with the bodysuits, I could
feel the strip of red silk pulling up into my crotch. Even
though there were only two employees in the store, I felt
exposed.
My embarrassment was tinged with a bit of exhibitionism, and
quickly, my bashfulness transformed itself into brashness.
Despite the fact that I knew that the teddy was way too
small, I asked the women at the counter if they would tell
me if it looked good on me. They both came over and made a
great show of examining me. They complimented my figure and
how the texture of the silk corresponded to my skin and long
blond hair. They mentioned how the teddy "colored me
beautiful," which is tired old sales jargon in women's
clothing stores. One of the women asked me to turn around,
and she stood behind me and adjusted the spaghetti straps on
my shoulders (which momentarily pulled the crotch up
higher!). The other smaller woman circled in front of me and
kneeled down, saying that it did appear that the teddy might
be too tight in the crotch. Then she reached forwards. With
her dainty fingertips, boldly grasped with her dainty
fingertips the lace edging right near cunt and pulled the
fabric down, literally pulling it out from the damp folds of
my labia. Something was cooking, both in these young ladies'
minds, and also in the hot cauldron of my libido... I could
actually smell the bittersweet scent arising from my crotch.
The woman behind me said "You know, I think you look great
in this, and I'd bet anything that you wear this kind of
thing a lot, don't you?"
"Yes, I do. It makes me feel different, more free and
sensuous," I replied.
"We both overheard you moaning and sighing while you were in
the dressing room, and we know that you were beginning to
enjoy yourself more that our average customer, if you know
what I mean! So, we were wondering... I mean if we aren't
being too forward.... would you be interested in joining us
for a little after-closing party here in the store. We've
already invited a special guest who deserves a special
holiday treat. In fact, he should be here any minute, as
soon as he gets off duty. You could be our present to him."
And they both kind of giggled and winked at each other.
Well, what the hell, I thought.... all these Christmas
obligations and the grinding effort of shopping had kind of
worn me out. And after all, I did come back into the mall to
treat myself to a little self-indulgence. Now I was going to
get more than I bargained for.
No sooner than I had nodded my assent to their invitation
than I heard a deep throated voice from the hallway outside
the store. "HO, HO, HO. Are there some folks in there who
wish to receive their presents?"
One of the women grabbed something from one of the racks and
shoved it into my hands, whispering to me to put it on in
the dressing room and come on out when they called. I dashed
back into the back rooms while hearing them invite the
gentleman into the back portion of the store. I could hear
the metal grate being pulled over the front entry to the
store. I quickly skinned the teddy off of me, and looked
myself over in the mirror. My skin was still rosy pink, and
my nipples were still hard. My sparse golden pubic hair was
tangled, and around my cunt, the moisture had matted the
hair flat. I reached down and combed my fingertips through
that hair to sort of fluff it up a bit, and I couldn't help
but take a moment to tease my clitoris for just a couple of
strokes. Then I picked up the package that I had been given.
It was one of those almost-transparent body stockings that
Victoria's is always advertising. I suppose that I had been
tempted to buy it on occasion, but it seemed too frivolous.
Now I made haste to get it on. Actually, it took a few
minutes, for I had to bunch the whole thing up like an
accordion, and gradually spread it up my legs, then over my
hips, and finally up to my shoulders. When I stood up to
check it out, I was amazed by the effect. It really didn't
look very much like a piece of clothing-more like I had been
painted with translucent paint, and tattooed with black
floral designs. My areolae and nipples could be seen
plainly, with the pink color and all the tiny bumps
telegraphing though the nylon fabric. The bulge of my mons
rose from the juncture at the top of my thighs, and the
patch of hair was clearly visible, creating a crinkly
texture on the surface. When I let my knees separate a
little, I could see a brighter pink groove form in the
material. The total effect was to make me appear (to my own
subjective eyes) taller, more svelte, more mysterious, more
wanton.... I felt like a vixen, a cunning libertine.
I was ready. I began to reenact the caresses that I had
given myself when I tried on the teddy, and was not
surprised to find my nipples still as big and rubbery as
before. I dragged my fingernails over the nylon sheathing,
and the texture of the material created a barely-discernible
vibration in the flesh of my breasts. Looking down, I could
see my chest heaving with the anticipation of what was to
come. My fat nipples were encircled by the embroidered lace
floral patterns.
When I let one hand slide down the slippery and
insubstantial fabric, my fingers homed in automatically on
my cunt, and I could feel the heat and moisture exuding into
the dark nylon. If the two women hadn't called for me at
that moment, I might have lost all self-restraint and
started to masturbate right there in the dressing room....
but I responded to their beckoning and walked back into the
display floor. There in the room that was dedicated to bras,
panties, bustiers, and so on, was a scene that I won't soon
forget.
Next to an elaborately decorated Christmas tree, a
Victorian-style armless side chair had been placed in an
open area of the floor, and seated in it was the mall's
Santa Claus impersonator. He still had on all of his
regalia: hat, beard, bright red outfit, black belt, and
black boots. Beside him was a canvas sack, bulging with box-
like shapes. And he was still playing the part to the hilt,
with a twinkling smile and deep-throated voice. You'd think
he would have been sick of it after a long day of kids,
whining and begging for all the latest expensive toys. But
he seemed quite happy to continue his role playing for a
while longer.
Of course he had some incentives, such as the two sales
women, each sitting one of his widespread legs. Although
they were each obviously in their mid-twenties, they were
acting like cute little teenagers, giggling and bouncing up
and down. And they had taken off their blouses and skirts,
and were now clothed only in some of the sexiest and most
revealing undergarments that Victoria's had to offer. The
one with the long wavy red hair had on a black satin and
lace merry widow, with a lace-up front closure that served
to cinch in on her waist and push up on her large, soft
breasts, creating a deep and dark cleavage. Her nipples were
covered, but clearly showed through the lace. Her areolae
were incredibly wide and red. Black net stockings covered
her taut muscular legs, and were held up by garter belts
that drew my attention to the fact that her ass cheeks were
fully exposed by the itsy-bitsy strip of satin that formed
her thong panties, which insinuated itself into the crease
of her rear. One of Santa's hands was rubbing up and down
her back, and occasionally following the arrow of the thong,
tickling her rear.
The other sales lady had short black hair, fluffed up with
gel into a spiky arrangement. She was wearing a dark purple
two-piece lounging pajamas, made of semi-transparent satin.
Where the loose fitting material actually made contact with
her skin, the plum color was transmuted into a dusty rose.
The filmy night shirt closed up the front with big wide-
spaced buttons. The pants were boxer style, with really
wide, fluttery hems that were short enough to reveal most of
her thighs. Santa's other hand snaked around her back and
under her armpit, so that he could cup and fondle her
smaller, pert breast. Each of the women had an arm draped
over Santa's shoulder, and they were holding hands behind
his neck.
"Santa," said the thinner, black-haired woman, "we have a
special present for you tonight, for surely you have been a
very good boy all year, and you've been working so hard to
take care of everyone else. This gorgeous lady here has
agreed to be our gift to you...." (more giggling.)
"HO, HO, HO, its gonna be a VERY merry Christmas this year"
laughed Santa.
"But before you open your present, we were hoping that you
might grant us our wishes-ooops, I forgot, you aren't the
Genie-that you might give us the presents we want so much."
"Oh, Santa knows what you want most of all," he said, and
with that he reached behind the redhead into his bag, and
pulled out two brightly wrapped boxes, covered with frilly
little bows. Jiggling around on his knees, they tore open
their packages and simultaneously held up their rewards.
They both had received vibrators, in the shape of life-like
cocks. But they were different. The one held by the redhead
was 5 or 6 inches long, jet black and shiny smooth. When she
turned it on, it emitted a high-pitched hum, and the end of
the dildo twitched back and forth in a rapid wandering
oscillation. The woman with the short black hair proudly
held up an ivory colored vibrator that was huge. The working
end of it was maybe 10 or 11 inches long, and it was fat
around as my forearm. At the base was a wide flange from
which protruded a rounded nub, clearly intended to stimulate
someone's clitoris. When turned on, this vibrator pulsed in
and out with a slow pumping rhythm that extended and
shortened the length a couple of inches. The clitoral
stimulator twirled around a pivot point in the same
relentless and methodical pace.
I suggested to the women that they must have received the
wrong presents, for certainly the big redhead should have
receive the larger instrument, and vice versa. But Santa
interjected "Oh no, I know what I'm doing, I never make that
kind of mistake. So why don't you two amuse yourselves while
I open my present. Perhaps Sue will understand your gifts
better in a little while."
I had only a moment to wonder how this Santa impersonator
new my name, when my attention was drawn back to the scene
before my eyes. Both women reached down, their hands
colliding as they groped deep into the shadowy folds of
Santa's crotch. With all the cushioning that was part of his
costume, I thought they would have trouble finding their
target. But they laughed some more, and the thinner woman
said "Golly, Santa, what is this thing we have found in your
pants? If I'm not mistaken, it looks like you brought along
one of your tools from the workshop." Looking right at me
and winking, she then said to me, "isn't that what YOU asked
for this Christmas? Come and get it." And they hopped off
his lap and stretched out on the carpet a couple of feet in
front of Santa's boots.
Finally, I got my chance to be part of the action at this
party. I strode over to stand between Santa's feet, and
reached out to start unbuttoning his thick red chamois
shirt. By the time I had unfastened him down to his tummy, I
realized that this actor didn't need to be fitted with
padding for this job. He was the perfect natural shape for
playing Santa Claus. His chest was covered in a dense forest
of snow-white curls, and his belly was broad and layered
with fatty rolls. When I unbuckled his shiny black belt and
unzipped his pants, he lifted his hips and allowed me to
pull his pants down to his knees and over his boots. He wore
no underwear at all. Compared with the immense size of the
rest of his body, I expected that his cock would be
comparatively much smaller, for that has been my past
experience with the huskier men that I have been with. But
Santa's cock was proportional to the rest of his physique-
very big and broad and soft. It lay ponderously off to one
side, rooted in a bouquet of more bushy white hair. He was
not circumcised and his skin sheathed his cock in a pale,
loose wrap of wrinkled skin. It was very natural looking and
alluring, I was surprised by the aroma that was emanating
from his crotch. I had prepared myself for his being sweaty
and pungent, given that he had been wearing this heavy
outfit all day while kids climbed over his lap... but
instead, I smelled the delicate fragrance of apple blossoms
and almonds, with maybe a hint of balsam fir!
Fascinated by this unexpected pleasure, I immediately
dropped my face down into his crotch, and licked up the
length of his flaccid penis, burying my fingers of one hand
into the luxuriant pubic hair and finding his large
testicles. What before I was perceiving through my nose, now
I was tasting with my tongue, and it was deliciously sweet
and fruity. Maybe all the sugar that made Santa so fat was
seeping out through the bountiful flesh of his cock. I
wanted to savor more of this wonderful flavor, so I brought
my mouth up to the head of his cock and sucked the flesh
into my mouth. I let the tip of my tongue insinuate itself
into the opening of his foreskin, and here the sweet taste
was so much stronger than before, a syrupy liqueur almost
like amaretto. This was his precome! Amazing. I slurped this
incredible elixir deep into my mouth, imbibing the savory
essences, and the rotund cock which produced them.
Santa was only human, so my hungry mouth-massage was having
a predictable effect on him. His cock was so large in its
relaxed state. Now, I could feel it getting warmer as it
became engorged with an extra flood of his blood. Within the
sucking vacuum of my mouth, the head of his cock swelled and
pushed out from the end of the foreskin. I had the image of
a flower blossoming in time-lapse film. Even more
appropriate to the season, I had the vision of his "sugar
plum" dancing in my head. So, with some reluctance, I pulled
my head back to view the effect of my licking and sucking.
His pale flabby cock had become a hard tube of pink flesh,
glistening with the intermingled secretions of my saliva and
his precome. His penis had definitely gotten into the spirit
of things. The flavors and smells were almost intoxicating,
and I attempted to bring my mouth back to the feast.
But Santa prevented that by touching my chin and tipping my
head back so that he could look into my eyes with a soulful,
penetrating gaze that made me feel safe and strong. With the
last hold on my rational mind, I knew that the twinkling in
his eyes was caused by the flashing tree lights next to us,
but I let myself believe that the twinkling came from deep
inside his wise soul. I then let go of all remaining grasp
of reality, and allowed the illusion of making love with a
real Santa to take hold of me completely.
"HO, HO, HO, time to open my present," said Santa, and he
laughed with a mirthful chortle that made the fatty rolls of
his belly wobble and shake like the proverbial bowlful of
jello. Then he put his hands gently on my sides and guided
me back into a standing position. Then he turned me around
so that I was facing away from him, and toward the two women
who were entangled with each other on the floor before us.
Which should I tell you about first? The incredible scene in
front of me, or the fell of Santa's patient hands as he
stripped off my limpid bodysuit. They impacted my senses
simultaneously, but I must describe them one-at-a-time. So
let's start with the two women, for since I had last paid
any attention to them, they had figured out what to do with
Santa's presents.
The redhead was lying on her back, and she still had on her
merry widow, but her meaty breasts had exploded out of the
containment of the stiff cups of the brassiere, and were
displaying their broad dark areolae and the hard protruding
nipples. Her thong panties were lying on the carpet near her
head, but her garters and stockings were still intact. Her
knees were raised and her thighs were splayed wide apart. I
was struck by the image of her garter straps strung tautly
above her groin, like precarious rope bridges. These black
lines framed the view of her crotch, which was mounded with
the luxuriant pelt of her pubic hair. So much of that hair,
as red as the hair atop her head, spreading up toward her
deep navel, and down beneath her cunt around her asshole.
Not that I could see that far, for my vision was blocked by
the big white dildo that the thinner woman had received from
Santa. It may have been hers to own, but it was meant to be
used to pleasure her partner, for she had her hand on the
flange and was manipulating the angle of penetration to best
stimulate the depths of the redheads cavernous vagina, and
to apply pressure firmly to her clitoris. The pistoning
action of the vibrator set up ripples in the pliant flesh of
the redhead's tummy, and the slowly revolving end of the
clitoral stimulator flipped methodically over her clitoris,
causing her thighs to twitch in synchronous rhythm. She was
obviously deeply enjoying the stimulation of the vibrator,
which was being so expertly applied that I could only assume
that these two women were most familiar with each other's
bodies.
As for the disposition of the woman with the spiky black
hair, she was certainly the more energetic and masculine of
the pair. Her lithe body was totally naked except for a thin
gold chain around her waist. She was kneeling next to the
redhead, with her feet near her partner's head, and focusing
her attention on managing the dildo that was literally
fucking her friend. Her free hand was playing with her own
small breast, twisting and tweaking the pointy nipples that
seemed to mimic the spikes of her hair-do. And she was also
being stimulated by the other smaller dildo, which was being
held into her vagina from behind by her friend. This was the
kind of vibrator that is meant to stimulate the hidden G
spot, and apparently it was finding its target, for the thin
woman was gasping and panting-just as her friend was moaning
and grunting.
I had never personally watched two women making love. It was
fascinating to see how attuned they were to each others
needs and quirks. I caught myself thinking that they were
the similar to the age-old stereotype of lesbian pairings:
the dominant with the submissive. In any case, they knew
what worked for them, and I felt so happy for them.
While all this was going on in front of me, Santa was
massaging my back and ass cheeks, keeping my own sexual
passion at a high idle. He eventually took hold of the
shoulder straps of my body stocking and pulled them down
over my arms, then continued to skin the nylon down my body,
reversing the maneuvers that I had completed in the dressing
room. The material caught momentarily on the nubs of my
nipples, then peeled all the way down so that I was standing
in a pool of shimmering nylon. I kicked the stocking aside,
and commented puckishly that Santa was supposed to be
stuffing stockings, not emptying them. He took that as a
challenge, and reached over to a nearby rack to take a pair
of pink silk panty hose, which he unwrapped. Noticing his
hands, I could see that his fingers were broad and strong,
and they were covered with rough calluses and even a few
splinters that caught in the sheer silk. He had the hands of
a carpenter, I thought to myself. Perhaps that is his job in
the off-season
Then he explained, "I think I know what you want for
Christmas, too, young lady, and I'll put it into this
stocking if you'd like." And with that, he rolled the
material of the hose down onto his pulsing hard cock. The
head of his cock pushed up into the toe of the stocking,
almost filling the space. He milked the length of his penis
from the balls up to the head, and big gush of precome
percolated out, oozing right through the porous material.
There was enough of his fragrant secretions to lubricate the
whole upper half of his silk-sheathed pillar of hard flesh.
And I knew that he had what I wanted in that stocking, and
that it was time to hang the stocking inside the fireplace.
When I stepped forward a foot or so, he pulled his knees
together, and then I spread my legs and backed up to his. I
had to get up on my tip-toes to get my cunt high enough, and
then I felt him brush the head of his cock back and forth
through the folds of my cunt. He used one hand to manipulate
his cock, and with the other, he lifted up on my buttocks,
taking some of the weight off my stretching legs. I reached
down over my tummy and extended my fingers over the head of
his cock, pushing it against my set and swollen clitoris. It
felt so good, and the friction of the greasy silk was an
unexpected thrill. I rocked back and forth on the balls of
my feet to increase the stimulation, and then I guided his
cock back a little more so that it was poised at the
entrance of my vagina.
"Santa, even if it isn't exactly the phrase that you
normally use, I want you to stuff me with your stocking.
That is what I want for Christmas, and that is the gift that
I can give to you." And with that, I slowly relaxed my legs,
and then let my knees buckle, so that my weight drove my
cunt down toward his furry groin. He was incredibly big and
wide, so it took a real effort to keep my vaginal muscles
from tensing and tightening around the plump invader. But I
willed myself to accept his cock deep into my body, and
eventually, I felt his prodigious tummy cushion my descent.
I let my shoulders fall back onto his chest, and I reveled
in the furry warmth of his embrace as he enveloped me with
his huge warm arms, crossing his wrists over my chest so
that his wrapped over my breasts. The bumps of his coarse
calluses stimulated my nipples as he caressed my flushed
flesh. My head lolled back into his full white beard, where
I again recognized the sweet fruity odors that I had first
smelled in his crotch. Reaching back and around his neck, I
was able to gain some leverage, and I used it to lift my
hips up a few inches, letting part of his bloated cock be
unsheathed. I could feel the texture of the saturated,
slippery silk as it rubbed against the tissues of my vagina
and labia, stimulating every cell within my canal.
After holding that position for a few moments, I again let
my hips fall, and then I began a lifting and dropping motion
that gradually increased in pace. I felt my clitoris being
touched lightly, and I assumed that Santa had reached down
with one hand to make sure that I was taken care of.. but
both of his hands were accounted for on my two breasts.
Picking up my head from the nest of Santa's beard, I saw
that the dark-haired woman had changed positions, so that
she was now kneeling at Santa's feet, with her small breasts
lying on his knees, and her hands were playing in our
intermingled crotches. One set of fingers was toying with
his balls, and the other was flitting side-to-side over the
wide spread folds of my cunt, flipping the puffy lips back
and forth, and flicking over my clitoris. Her partner had
changed positions as well, so that she was actually sitting
down onto her vibrator, forcing the ivory colored plastic
stalk as deeply as possible into her cunt, with the nub hard
against her clitoris as it pistoned in and out mindlessly.
She continued to hold the smaller buzzing dildo past the
tightly clenched ass cheeks of her friend, so that it
twisted and bumped against her sensitive G spot. The four of
us were connected like a necklace of popcorn and cranberries
strung together for the Christmas tree.
And we were all four of us ready to pop some corn, so to
speak. Even as my clitoris and breasts were being massaged
so expertly, I was able to maintain my instinctive fucking
motions up and down on Santa's sweet candy cane. And judging
by the increased volume and pitch of the women's guttural
bleatings and groans, I knew that they were close, too. The
climactic moment for me was hastened when I watch the thin
woman crane her neck forwards, so that she could use her
tongue to lap upwards along the surface of Santa's wrinkle
balls, past the bunched up silk of the panty hose, and up
over the slip-sliding juncture with my vagina. And then up
further so that she flipped over the pouting knob of my
clitoris. Up and down she slurped, and up and down I
pistoned my hips. The two vibrators pulsed and danced within
the grasping cunts of my two new friends.
And then we were all orgasming together. The timing was just
one more of this evening's miracles. I turned my face around
so that I could kiss Santa, finding his lips instantly in
the thick forest of white curls. As I thrust my tongue
between his lips and behind his teeth, I could feel the
pulsing waves of my climax electrifying my body from my toes
to my fingertips. Santa's hands slid down to my hips, and he
lifted me into a stationary position and then repeatedly
drove his cock deep into my fiery open hearth, filling me
completely with his humungous silk-sheathed tube of flesh.
He was panting and grunting into my mouth as I continued to
French kiss him. The force of his jets of semen was muted by
silk condom that he wore, but I could feel the combined
liquids of our spendings dripping down into the crease of my
ass, and the smell of spicy eggnog filled my nostrils. The
sounds of our other two companions filled the air, letting
us know that they too had finally reached some mind-blowing
orgasms.
After the time-stopping feelings of such an intense orgasm
gradually washed away, my body became totally limp, as did
Santa's cock. It slipped out of my cunt, and my hips slid to
the side. I fell to the floor into a tangled heap of arms
and legs and heaving breasts and moist crevices that
together formed the joined bodies of all three of us women,
as we drifted off into dream-land. Smug and satisfied smiles
adorned our faces, I'm sure.
Our reveries were eventually interrupted by a rattling of
the metal grate at the front of the store. A nasally voice
called out:
"Hey there, girls, let me in, won't you. I thought we were
on for some late-night fun and games. I'm sorry that I'm so
late, but some kid puked on my outfit, and I had to clean it
up so that I'd be ready for tomorrow. But really, I'm ready
to go now. Please don't keep me waiting. You promised..."
I lifted my head from the soft pillows of the redhead's
breasts, and looked over the pile of pink skin and shadowy
valleys. Through to the front of the store, I could see the
security gate, and on the other side of it stood a young man
with white boxer shorts and a big pad of foam rubber taped
to his chest to give his body the appearance of fatness. A
fake beard hung from one cheek, and his skinny arms pushed
on the grating as he continued to implore my new friends to
open up, to let him in....
So if this whining little guy was supposed to be the guest
of honor for tonight's celebration, then WHO WAS THAT JOLLY
OLD MAN THAT BROUGHT US SUCH PERFECT GIFTS TONIGHT...? When
I turned my bleary gaze toward Santa's seat, it was empty.
On the floor next to the chair were a pile of orange peels,
an empty milk glass, and a note:
"I took the silk stocking as a souvenir. You all have taken
such good care of my North Pole. So next year, you may
expect my gifts for each of you will be even more magical
and joyous. But PLEASE don't tell Mrs. Claus. Let this be
our Victoria's secret!!!
~ Peace and Love, Santa."
As I read this message with widening eyes, I heard the
distant clatter of dancing hooves and the jangling of sleigh
bells through the ceiling. And even more dimly, I heard:
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. HO, HO,
HO, ho, ho, ho......"
17 Gee Spot Run
It all began a couple of weeks ago, when I was jogging in
the park and ran across my neighbor, Jane, as she was
strolling on the wooded trails. I slowed down to her
leisurely pace, and tried to strike up a conversation as I
caught my breath from my vigorous workout. She and I have
been friends in a sort of light and social way, but the
discussions that we have had have been mostly about the
weather, the neighborhood, politics, and the like. Nothing
that cuts through the layers of social veneer that shroud
our deeper thoughts and feelings, that make us feel both
safe and lifeless. But today, Jane didn't seem up for the
usual small talk, so for a while we walked together in
silence, enjoying the crisp air of early winter. She was
shy, and I knew from visiting her home that she and her
husband Dick were fairly straight-laced, with a decidedly
religious bent. They were always talking about how inspiring
Jerry Falwell was, and a few years ago, they had knocked on
my door to distribute "Pat Robertson for President"
literature.
Eventually, I began to ask questions that steered the
subject matter around to what was on her mind. She didn't
seem too comfortable with this line of talk, but at the same
time, she didn't shut down and pull away. It was clear to me
that there were things that she needed to say, but it was
unfamiliar territory for her. I tried to give her the space
to let it out at its own pace, and I was genuinely
supportive about the problems that she eventually blurted
out. We talked and walked for well over an hour, and to put
in a nutshell, she was bored and repressed. Her thoughts and
feelings weren't in exact correspondence with the traditions
and teachings of her family and her church, and she now felt
trapped and helpless.
Of course, knowing me as many of you readers do, you can
probably guess that I wanted to know about their sex lives.
It took a lot of subtle prodding, and a lot of blushing on
her part, but eventually we got around to the heart of the
matter, which was that her husband's idea of sex was a once-
a-month, tab-A-in-slot-B, lights-off session that had no
spice, no feeling, and no tenderness.... And for Jane, there
was no orgasm. She had resorted to an occasional
masturbation, but she felt dirty and sneaky about it, so
that wasn't making her happy either. In fact, the whole
situation was making her feel distant from her husband, and
ashamed that it was all her fault.
I know that this all sounds like such a classic,
stereotypical situation, but here was a real woman who was
suffering through anxieties that felt familiar and sad to
me. So after hearing her out, I took the risk of revealing
some stuff about myself, things that I normally only talk
about anonymously through the Internet, or with my trusted
lovers. I told her about my fascination with erotica, and
that I wrote stories based on my wildest fantasies, which I
posted on the 'Net for all to read. She had heard of the
alt.sex groups-they had been reviled at length in her church
groups. So Jane was amazed that she was now talking to an
active participant in such an illicit activity, and that a
woman would be involved. A woman that was that "nice lady
down the street," as she put it.
After getting over her shock, she asked me what kind of
things I wrote about. It was really a struggle for her to
ask, and her face was inflamed with a scarlet blush. I
didn't want to scandalize her too much, so I just said that
I wrote about things that were kinky and graphic, but that I
didn't get into stuff that involved pain and humiliation. It
was all for fun, a way to explore my own flowering sexuality
in a full and safe way. Now Jane's embarrassment was
abating, and she asked more and more detailed questions, so
that eventually, I offered to lend her the printouts of some
of my stories. At that point, we were back to the parking
lot of the park, so we both drove over to my house, where I
handed over a stack of printouts for a couple of my more
tame erotic stories. The one on the top was "Craftsmanship."
She touched the white papers as if they were covered with
germs. But when I suggested that maybe she wasn't ready for
this kind of stuff, she was unwilling to let go. Still, I
was worried about what the impact of my stories would be on
her fragile psyche, so I recommended that she sit and read
for a bit to see if she really wanted to take these home.
She was kind of in a daze, so I took Jane's hand and led her
into the den where she could sit and relax in the wing-back
chair. I left her to look over the stories, giving her some
privacy while I went to take a shower; I needed to wash off
the stale sweat that I had generated while I was jogging,
and I didn't think that Jane needed someone looking over her
shoulder just then.
It felt so good to let the spray of scalding hot water blast
onto my shoulders and back. Acting as Jane's mentor in her
attempt to break out of her marital jail was making me
tense, so I just stood under the shower for 10 or 15
minutes. I let my hands trace lazy circles over my breasts,
my tummy, my thighs, and occasionally over the sparsely-
furred mound of my cunt. But I resisted the temptation to
slide my finger into the furrow between my vulva. I wanted
to keep my focus on Jane and her problems, not become
absorbed in releasing my own sexual tension.
Finally, I stepped out of the shower, and toweled myself off
briskly. I wrapped my sopping hair into a towel turban, and
then covered the rest of my pink body in the wonderful polar
fleece bathrobe that I had been given for Christmas by my
new friends at Victoria's Secrets. And I walked back toward
the den to check on my guest. I figured that by now Jane
would have read enough to have some questions for me. Or she
would be ready to attack me for my lewd and perverted
thoughts. In fact it wouldn't have surprised me to discover
that Jane had fled to the safety of her car and her home.
But when I got to the door of the den, what I beheld was not
anything that I had anticipated. Instead, I discovered Jane
with her head tipped back and her eyes clenched tightly
closed. She was slouched down deep into the soft cushions
and her legs were spread wide, knees angled outward. One of
her hands had crept up under the bottom of her white,
flower-speckled turtleneck, where it was cupping and
squeezing one of her breasts. Her other hand had insinuated
itself under the elastic waistband of her tight pink stretch
pants. Through the taut fabric, I could see the outline of
her fingers as they extended down over the juncture of her
thighs. The bumps of her knuckles quivered as she prodded
into the needy flesh. And a sustained, warbling hum emanated
from her throat.
I'm not sure what made her aware that was watching, but all
of a sudden, Jane opened her eyes, saw me, and let out a
high-pitched little squeal. Her hands whisked out of the
confines of her clothes, and she folded them in her lap
demurely. "Oh, I'm so mortified," she said, "I can' believe
that I got so out of control. You must think I'm horrible."
Jane looked like a child who had been caught stealing candy,
and she was clearly about to cry.
I wanted to reassure her that it was OK, so I closed the
space between us and kneeled down beside her chair, pulling
her into my arms in a comforting embrace. I could feel her
kind of shaking in my arms, and her breathing was ragged and
rapid. I'm sure that this was because of the combination of
the sexual stimulation and the embarrassment. I let her be
like that for a few minutes, massaging the back of her neck
and shoulders (her hands were still clenched in her lap).
When she had settled down, I let her go and rocked back on
my heels. We began to talk it all out. I assured her that
her reaction to reading my stories was completely normal. In
fact, that is just the kind of response that the stories
were designed to get, so her losing control like that was
really a great compliment to me.
I told her "Even when I'm writing the stories, I get so
turned-on sometimes that I have to stop typing so that I can
reach down and rub my cunt for a big orgasm. And when I read
other people's stories, I usually masturbate. I'm sorry that
you feel bad about what you were doing, and I'm even more
sorry that I interrupted you. So I'm going to leave the room
again so that you can finish what you started." And I stood
up and started to turn around, when she stopped me by asking
"Please don't go yet... there is something that I wanted to
ask you about.... aaahh, I don't know how to say it, I'm not
used to talking about sex at all." She was blushing again
(had she stopped at all in the past two hours?), and her
words were whispered and raspy. But she forced herself to
continue. "I'm not sure that I'm doing it right."
At first, I didn't know what she meant, and when I figured
out that she meant that she wasn't sure if she knew how to
masturbate, my first response was to say that it couldn't be
possible, that every person knows how. But I caught myself
before those words left my lips, and instead I reassured her
some more, letting her know that everyone figures it out for
themselves. "Practice makes perfect, you know. Just figure
out what works by experimenting." But Jane persisted by
telling me, "I guess I'm wondering about it because some of
the things that you talk about in your stories, well, I just
don't get it. Like I was just reading about this G spot
thing. And I don't know what you're talking about. I wish I
knew what to do."
So I explained it to her, and then I guess I just decided to
go for broke. All this talk about sex was making me more and
more bold. I said "If you show me what it is that you are
doing when you masturbate, maybe I can help you figure it
out." She was quiet for a few moments, as the prospect of
going ahead with my idea wormed its way past her ingrained
defenses. I thought for sure that she would turn me down,
but again, Jane surprised me by saying "I can't believe I'm
saying this, but... I guess I could do that, but only if you
do it too. I want to see how you masturbate, and you could
show me how you do your G spot."
Well, I'm normally not into having sex with just a woman.
That just isn't my thing, or it hasn't been in the past,
anyway. But this was different. I wasn't going to be
actually touching her. It was more like "I'll show you mine
if you show me yours." And I was certainly ready to
masturbate, after hours of various kinds of mild
stimulation. I was also very curious to see what Jane would
do with herself. It was hard to remember back to when I was
learning how to please myself. So I agreed.
Jane stood up and I could see that she was a bit shaky on
her feet, sort of drunken with the reality of what she was
about to do. I asked her to take off her stretch pants, and
after she hooked her thumbs into the waistband, she
hesitated for a few seconds, then stripped the pants down to
her ankles in one fast push. She almost fell over as she
stepped out of them. Straightening up, I saw that she was
wearing the most chaste white cotton panties. Her hands
crossed in front of her cunt, like fig leaves. But she
finally let her arms relax and her hands fell to her sides.
Not surprisingly, the crotch panel of her panties was dark
and moist with the stain her secretions. She was frozen in
that position, until I asked her if she wanted to go on with
this. And she answered wordlessly, by peeling the panties
down her long slim legs.
"Why don't you sit back down in the chair, and show me what
you were doing when I came into the room." And as she sat
down, I positioned myself a couple of feet away from her,
sitting cross-legged on the thick plush carpeting, so that I
could look right up at her. As I did this, my bathrobe
parted, and my own cunt came into view. I untied the belt of
the robe, and then let the whole thing slide off my
shoulders into a pile behind me. Now I was completely nude,
and with my thighs spread wide so that Jane could see my
cunt, she could see my pink labia, as well as the slick
moist surfaces of my vaginal entrance. Looking down at
myself, I noticed that my inner lips were stuck together, so
I reached down, and peeled them apart. Now the shadowy mouth
of my vagina was open, framed by the jagged crimson skirt of
wet skin.
Looking back up at Jane, I saw that she had bent herself
forwards at the waist, and she was mesmerized by the view
that I had made available to her. When I asked her if she
had ever had the chance to look so closely at another woman,
or even herself, she admitted that she hadn't. She had seen
naked women in the locker room in high school, but she had
basically averted her eyes. And when she masturbated, she
usually did it in the dark, or at least with her eyes shut.
I suggested that she should really get to know herself
better. She could use a hand mirror. And right now, she
really should spread her legs before she got bruises on her
knees where they were clamped so tightly together!
Jane let her legs open up, but still we couldn't see much,
since the bottom edge of her turtleneck draped downwards,
shrouding her pubic area. So I asked her to take off her
shirt, which she did, revealing small breasts clad in a
simple white bra that reminded me of my training bra when I
was an early teenager. No satin, silk, or lace, just
innocent thick cotton jersey material, with the clasp in the
back. Although her breasts weren't particularly big, Jane
was exhibiting the hard nubs of her nipples through the
fabric, and it was more evidence of how aroused she was, for
the size of her nipples made up for the size of her breasts.
They poked out like big ripe strawberries, tenting the
cotton cloth into pointy mounds. Her breathing was now more
relaxed, but I enjoyed the sight of the white triangles of
her bra lifting and dropping rhythmically as she inhaled and
exhaled. In fact I found myself really getting in to
checking out her entire body. She was much shorter than me,
maybe only five-foot-two, or so, but she was compact and
strong-petite, really.
When my attention had roamed all over the rest of her body,
I let myself focus on the juncture of her thighs, which she
had closed again as she skinned off her shirt. I reached
forwards and lightly touched her knees, and she didn't
resist my insistent but unhurried efforts as I gently drew
her thighs apart. She was eagerly cooperating now, ready to
explore and enjoy the secrets of her suppressed sexuality.
All the while I stared eagerly at her cunt, and Jane, too,
kept her eyes locked on that target. It was like the grand
unveiling of a magnificent sculpture. Her brown pubic hair
was very tightly curled, but not thick and bushy, and it
sprouted all over the surface of her barely mounded cunt. As
her knees spread more, a dark vertical line became visible
through the fur, and then the line divided into two distinct
lines, with deep pink between. The image of a Chinese fan
came to my mind, as more and more ridges of flesh were
revealed in the widening gap between the hairy parentheses
of her vulva. The moist pink flesh was tinged with grayish-
brown tones that fringed the ragged edges of her inner
labia. Above that, where the ridges joined, the nub of her
clitoris was mostly hidden under the darker hood, but a hint
of swollen whitish flesh peeked out. Now I could inhale the
sweet-and-sour scent of her juices, and I could see the
secretions seeping from the barely open entrance to her
vagina.
Before I let go of her knees, I pulled her forwards so that
her ass perched on the very edge of the chair. Then I fell
backwards, and I put the soles of my feet onto her ankles.
This kept her from pulling her legs back together, and it
maintained the contact of skin-on-skin that I found I was
enjoying very much. I let my knees splay outwards, reopening
my own cunt to her view. Staring deeply into Jane's eyes, I
said to her "you deserve the very best, you deserve to be
happy, and you deserve to have the greatest orgasm of your
life. Go for it, Jane. You have a beautiful body, and a
beautiful cunt. Touch yourself the way you need to. Watch
me, and watch yourself. I'll guide you if you need."
And with that, I took one hand and enveloped one of my
breasts and began to fondle it, with two of my fingers
straddling my hardened nipple. My other hand zeroed in on my
wide-open cunt. Jane did the same as me, pushing her bra up
so that it creased into the flesh on the upper slope of her
breasts. Those huge nipples made their first true
appearance, and I saw that they were chocolate brown and
cylindrical, and quite sensitive to the touch, judging by
the electric jerk that jumped through her body as she raked
her fingernails over the swollen pegs. Her breathing was
getting faster, and again her body jerked and shuddered as
her other hand made contact with her cunt. She started by
using all her fingers together to form a flat paddle, which
she rubbed in wide circles around her entire pubic mound. So
I told her to watch me, and I led by example as I took my
index finger, dipped it quickly down into the sopping
entrance of my vagina, and then brought the moisture back up
to my clitoris. I used my first and third fingers to spread
my fat outer lips and sparse pubic hair out of the way. Then
I pulled the tip of my middle finger up towards my palm, so
that it made direct contact on my exposed and rubbery
clitoris. That felt so, so good, and I sighed deeply. As my
finger started to poke and prod in a regular circular
motion, my sighs turned to raspy whimpers. I had to exert
self-discipline to keep from going too fast, but I wanted to
make sure that Jane stayed in my thoughts.
She had followed my example, but seemed to be having trouble
keeping her lips spread. So I asked her to use her one hand
to keep the lips out of the way while the other hand
concentrated on the clitoris. And I also suggested that her
inner labia might also enjoy being rubbed and massaged. She
was reluctant to stop playing with her breasts, but
eventually, she got the idea of what I was talking about,
and it worked for her. Now she too was moaning, and her hips
started tilting and pivoting, as if she was fucking her
hand.
That reminded me of one of her earlier questions, about her
G spot. I was reluctant to interrupt her again, but I wasn't
sure that another opportunity would arise like this, so I
asked if she wanted to try something else. She didn't stop
flicking at her clitoris, but she said yes, of course. I
imagined that she was now as eager as a puppy. What a change
from the shy and repressed little housewife that I had known
before. I said "watch me, I'll show you where my G spot is.
If you can find yours, rub it gently while you keep playing
with your clitoris. It doesn't work for everyone, but lets
find out."
I took my hand from my breast and used my middle finger to
hook upwards into my vagina, and I found the vaguely rounded
lump of tissue an inch or so inside. I started a slow back
and forth rubbing action that was matched by the up and down
pressure that I put on my clitoris. By now, my cunt flesh
was so swollen and puffy that my outer labia stayed spread
by themselves, so I could use three fingers to chase and
trap my clit. Wet slurping sounds filled the air, and my own
potent fragrances mixed with Jane's. Looking up, I could see
that Jane had discovered her G spot, and her moaning was
becoming louder. She said that the only problem was that she
felt like she'd have to stop to go pee. I reassured her that
this sensation was normal, and that it would go away in a
couple of minutes. She relaxed again.
Every woman has different ways of masturbating, and already
Jane was finding her own strategy. The main thing was that
she was much more vigorous about it than I usually am. While
I kind of lightly rub and tease myself, she was really
pushing her clit and cunt around, hard and fast. I could see
the tendons on the back of her hands stretched tight like
steel cables. She was panting like she was running a
marathon race, and a sheen of sweat covered her flushed
chest and forehead. Her ass was lifting off the chair seat
as if driven by a big piston, and her thigh muscles rippled
with the exertion.
She was totally engrossed and delirious with the pleasures
that her body was providing her for the first time, and the
sight was enough to push me over the top. My own orgasm had
been reigned in long enough, so I let go of my control and
immediately, ripples of elation tickled through my body. The
ripples soon turned to waves, and they came crashing through
me, pounding over my cunt and torso, washing over my head. I
fell back onto the carpet and my discarded robe, letting my
entire body writhe and shimmy as I kept up the rhythmic
massage of my G spot and clitoris. Who knows how long I was
swept up in the rapture of my orgasm-it was timeless.
Eventually, the sounds of Jane's bouncing hips, her slurping
cunt, and her guttural snorts brought me back around to
reality. I got back up on my knees and leaned forwards to
watch her. I had never actually watched a woman masturbate
so close-up, and the sights and sounds and smells were
intense and intoxicating. My hands had a life of their own
as they rose from my hips and again made contact with her
jerking knees. Then I traced my fingertips up the inner
surface of her thighs. They were slippery with sweat; the
muscles were quaking with the effort to pump her hips up and
down. I slid my hands further forwards, and then under her
ass with my palms up. Now I held her ass motionless,
suspended over the cushion, as I cupped and kneaded her
cheeks with the same energy that she was putting into her
masturbation. She was possessed by her natural, animal
appetites, and nothing was going to slow her down. In fact,
my touch probably was the final thing that completed her
long build-up. I felt the muscles in her ass clench up so
tight that my fingers could hardly dent the lean flesh. Her
eyes locked on mine as she started to twiddle her fingers
over her clitoris so fast that it was almost a blur. The
finger implanted in her cunt stopped moving, instead
tightening up its determined pressure on her new-found G
spot.
Then her rasping pants stopped in mid-breath, and her back
arched. Every muscle in her body became rigid. Only her
fingers on one hand moved as she fluttered relentlessly over
her protruding, rubbery clitoris. Then Jane let loose with a
series of quick harsh grunts, and her fingers stopped moving
over her clit, matching the squeezing grip of her other hand
as she squashed her hard nub of sensitive tissue. Whereas I
had writhed and danced in my own orgasm, Jane became
paralyzed by the power and electricity that raged through
her inexperienced body. Finally, I beheld the final proof of
the fantastic power of her climax-Jane is one of the rare
women who ejaculate when they have a G spot orgasm! At the
peak of her pleasure, an incredible amount of clear, syrupy
liquid began to ooze out from around her embedded finger,
spilling down onto my wrists and into the fabric of the
cushion. I had heard of this, but to see it happen inches
from my eyes was wonderous and exciting.
When Jane finally released the steel-hard flex from her
body, and collapsed back onto the damp chair, she struggled
to catch her breath. I pulled my hands out from under her,
and pushing up off my haunches, I leaned into her so that I
could wrap my arms around her waist and embrace her in a
tender and sexually-charged hug. My face rested against her
damp, heaving breasts, and I let my tongue snake out of my
mouth so that I could lap lightly onto one of her amazingly
large "Hershey's Kiss" nipples.
But pursuing more interactive sex between the two of us
would have to wait for another time, for we were both
completely satiated and exhausted at that moment. And
besides, I wasn't really sure whether either of us was ready
for this kind of experiment. It would be unknown territory
for both Jane and me; despite my vast experience and
curiosity, I had consciously avoided any purely lesbian
encounter. In fact, what I had just experienced with Jane
was the closest I had come to this taboo area, and I could
see that my resistance was quickly dissipating. Someday
soon, maybe Jane and I might explore this together, and if
and when we do, we would both be "virgins." Given Jane's
enthusiasm for the masturbation lessons, I felt sure that
she would want to continue our adventures in the big and
thrilling world of sex. Enough with all the rules that Jane
and I had let inhibit our pleasures. If it feels good, do
it. Words for us both to live by.
Jane left my home that day with a stack of my stories, the
promise to continue to experiment with masturbating, and a
smug look of blissful satisfaction painted across her face.
She knew there was no turning back now.
NOTE: This story will be continued soon in part two, where
Sue will be invited to a small dinner party at Dick and
Jane's house. I have already written a few pages about the
delightful lessons that are learned by all that attend. Stay
tuned, and let me know what you think.
18 Fun With Dick And Jane
(this is the continuing adventures that were begun in "Gee
Spot Run." In that story, Jane and I meet in the park and
talk about Jane's disappointing sex life. We both end up at
my home, where I teach Jane how to truly enjoy the fine art
of masturbation)
I didn't hear from Jane for a week, and I wasn't sure how to
interpret her silence: was she boggled and speechless by the
turbulence of her newly awakened lust;.... or was she
beginning to think about publicly branding her neighbor as a
wicked witch. Perhaps the years of rigid, puritanical
training would win out over the libidinous thoughts that
were welling out of her subconsciousness. I worried about
the risk I had taken in confiding in her, but what's done is
done, I thought.
Finally, almost a week after our afternoon walk and
masturbation lessons, I got a call from her, inviting me
over for dinner on Saturday. After a moment's hesitation-was
this a setup, so that she and Dick could "save" me from my
wickedness, or even worse, was I to be tied to the stake and
burned like Joan of Arc-I agreed to come over. When I asked
if she had read more of my stories, she said "Oh yes, but I
can't talk about it now...." and in the background, I heard
Dick speaking, so I let the subject drop, and asked if I
could bring over anything for dinner. Jane told me "No, I'll
have all the food ready, but it would be so nice if you
could possibly bring over any more of the stuff that you
lent me last week." I hadn't ever given her anything other
than the stories, so I knew what she meant, and I was
reassured to some extent.
Saturday evening came, and I arrived at their doorstep with
a few more of my stories folded into a plain manila
envelope. Since I had given her the more tame ones the first
time, I was now left with the ones that I had worried were
too explicit and unusual for her awakening tastes. But she
had the milder ones already, so this is what was left. When
she and Dick opened the door, I shook their hands, and Dick
took my parka. While he wasn't paying attention, I handed
Jane the package, which she placed behind the lamp on a side
table. We went into the living room, and I was introduced to
a friend of theirs who was a professor at the local college.
Charles was a tall and handsome looking guy, but I knew
right away that he was a little too smug and pretentious for
my tastes. He was smart, and he wanted us to know it. Every
subject that came up evoked an opinion from Charles that was
carefully constructed like a fortress, unable to be
assaulted by anyone else's perspective. Even a light-hearted
disagreement with his dogmatic position would be scoffed at,
then destroyed by a condescending defense of his point of
view. I started to get more and more irritated by his
attitude, but I held my tongue and behaved like a good
guest. Dick seemed enthralled by Charles's great store of
knowledge, admiring his conversational confidence. Jane
appeared preoccupied, and she said very little. I wanted so
much to ask her about what had been going on for her in the
past week, but she certainly wasn't offering to bring it up
the subject in the presence of the men.
Eventually, Jane went into the kitchen to prepare dinner-
actually it was already to go, and just needed to be put on
serving platters. I joined her, with the offer to help with
the chores. When we were finally alone, I asked her what was
going on, and she quickly recounted her frustration at the
fact that Dick just didn't want to even talk about sex and
her anxieties. He just refused to discuss it, and Jane was
afraid to push him further. As for the stories and
masturbation, she had been stealing moments throughout each
day to read and play. So at least that part of her life was
improving. Yet in the presence of her husband, she found
herself reverting to the obedient little girl, filled with
the guilt of her dirty little secret.
When we moved to the dining room, Charles was seated across
from me around a round butcher block table. Not
surprisingly, the table was set meticulously with fine
linens and polished silver. After Jane had served the soup,
Charles asked me how I knew Dick and Jane, and I explained
that I lived down the street, and that Jane and I had
enjoyed a particularly nice walk in the park the other day.
Dick remarked that he hadn't heard about that encounter.
Jane responded sheepishly by casting her gaze down at her
plate, and I could see her twisting her napkin nervously.
Her discomfort was obvious to all, and I wanted to draw
attention away from her. When Jane explained that she and I
had just met for a few moments that day, Dick wanted to know
more, and he persisted in asking about what we had done that
day, what we had talked about. Typical of so many men, he
wanted to know everything, and he surely sensed an
opportunity to exercise his manly dominance and power. Jane
offered very little in response, and eventually, she looked
up at me and our eyes locked. I gave her a totally
reassuring and warm smile, trying to give her the strength
to stand up for herself. Charles laughed, and said "these
girls are up to something, Dick, and if I were you, I'd get
to the bottom of it."
Calling us "girls" was the last straw (after all, we were
all in our early forties), so I responded quickly, "For
someone who knows so much, you know so little."
Well, I was off and running now, and any ideas of
maintaining my social graces had flown out the window. When
Charles came back with "So what is it that I am failing to
grasp," I just had to let him know. I told him that "Jane,
and many other women, are living their lives as slaves to an
image of sanctimonious womanhood that just misses the mark
completely. Can't you see that Jane is not a happy person,
that she is yearning for more excitement and more freedom."
I went on for a bit more, and then took a look over at Dick.
He was shell-shocked, I think, for he had no idea the
feelings that Jane was struggling with. He said to her
"Jane, what's going on? I know you're happy with your life.
We have so much to be grateful for. Tell Sue to shut up,
tell them all that she doesn't know what she is talking
about...."
As he spoke, Jane shook herself out of her trance, and she
looked back at me for another spoonful of courage before
interrupting Dick with a long and spirited explanation of
what was really going on in her life. At first, she talked
haltingly and in generalities, about her discontent with
their predictable and rigid existence. But eventually, Jane
let the word "sex" pass by her lips, and then a floodgate
opened up within her, and she spoke emotionally about the
emptiness of their sex lives, and the need she had for
stimulation and excitement. Dick's face was expressionless,
and his mouth hung open. Charles listened attentively, with
a little smirk. This was none of his business, but Jane
could care less if he eavesdropped on her confession. She
was staring holes through Dick's head, as she finally got
around to mentioning my stories, and how they opened up a
brave new world for Jane that included fantasies and
concepts that turned her on, liberating her from the
confines of her straight-laced lifestyle.
At the reference to the fact that I had provided Jane with
some of my stories, Charles pricked up his ears. "Isn't that
interesting," he said, "our little friend here has it in her
head that she is an author of erotica. I suppose that may be
true, if you include the silly musings that pass for
sexuality in romance novels. I'm sure that it is nothing
that really gets at the nitty-gritty stuff about sex that
interests real men."
Boy, did that man know how to push my buttons. I had
something to prove to him. Dick voiced his stuttering
objections-he wanted everyone to shut up and talk about
something else. Fat chance! Jane had finally opened up her
"hope chest," Charles was gloating over his attempted put-
down, and I was ready to prove him wrong.
"OK, Charles, why don't I read something of mine, and you
see if you can remain disinterested. You can guess what the
test will be. If my story excites you, we'll all know it."
And with that, I let my focus drop to his lap, where his
napkin lay limply. I stood up and walked out to the hallway
and recovered the manila envelope. When I returned, they all
sat silently. In particular, I noticed Jane's eyes flashing
around from person to person.... and I also saw the jutting
nubs of her incredible nipples pushing against the white
fabric of her blouse. Perhaps I was mistaken, but it seemed
like she wasn't wearing a bra. What a change from the plain
Jane of a week ago! Her breathing was becoming labored,
reminding me of how energetic she got about masturbating for
me. Once unchained, she was a wild sexual animal.
I sat down again, and pulled out my story entitled "Louvre
Love." I chose it because it was reasonably short, and the
build up got around to the really juicy stuff. Without any
introduction, I began reading. "Across the wide marble floor
of the art museum, I think I see your face again...." I kept
my attention firmly locked on the printed words, until I got
to the first real sex scene of the story: "You almost seem
to be in a trance as I purse my lips over the tip of your
cock and gently milk your balls. When I take one hand and
press the tips of my fingers up behind your balls and press
upwards and forwards right in front of your asshole, I push
a dollop of precome up through your rigid cock, and it
drools out onto my lips." At that point, I glance quickly
around the table. Charles is somewhat inscrutable, but at
least he has shut up for a few minutes. Perhaps that is
victory enough. Jane's eyes are wide, and her I can hear the
faint rasping of her breathing. Dick has his fingertips
pressed to his temples, and he has pushed his hair up into
disarray. He avoids looking at me, or for that matter,
anyone else.
Back to the reading of my story. I didn't look up again,
even when I described about how I impaled myself on the
great bronze god-cock of the sculpture... or how my partner
and I fucked each other in the embrace of the marble
sculpture. I eventually get to the last paragraph:
"I can hear the squishing sounds as your fingers probes
around, and I describe to you where my G spot is. After a
few attempts, you find it and I encourage you to rub it
firmly with a circular motion. I reach behind me and pull my
ass cheeks apart so that you can have total free access.
Your thumb lightly caresses my asshole. My clitoris, my
cunt, and my asshole are all being stimulated at once, and I
add to this by massaging my breasts into the stone woman's
thigh. I stare ahead into the joining of the woman's cunt
with the man's balls. As I stretch my tongue out to lick at
the cold juncture between the two of them, you nibble down
hard on my clitoris and suck my labia up into your mouth.
That's perfect, and I immediately go over the edge and into
an incredible orgasm. I'm coming and coming. I squeeze down
hard on my ass cheeks with my hands. Wave after wave washes
over me, and your fingers vibrates over my g spot. I gulp in
air between the electric pulses of each pounding wave, and
my cunt clenches down on your fingers. I feel my asshole
palpitating around the tip of your thumb. My orgasm lasts
for so long,......... until finally it subsides, and I take
a moment to get my wits about me...."
As I finished the last words, I let the silence of the
moment linger, then I turned to Charles and demanded that he
stand up. When he refused, I slid out of my chair and stood
behind his. Reaching around the back, I abruptly jabbed my
fingers into his sides. I guessed correctly that he was
ticklish, and he was so startled that he jumped to his feet
so that he could defend himself. And there was the evidence
of his reaction to my story. His slacks were plainly tented
with his erection, and the khaki material had small dark
stain of spreading moisture. He was embarrassed, perhaps not
so much to have his aroused cock made visible, but even more
to have lost my challenge. He was a proud man, and being
shown up by me was an unwanted sign of his fallibility. He
sat back down in his chair with a leaden thunk.
I too sat down again. I'd had my victory, and it was time to
be magnanimous. "Charles, earlier I said that for someone
who knows so much, you know so little. Well, I suppose that
this is to be expected when your IQ tops the charts, and you
spend too much time in libraries, lecture halls, and Mensa
meetings. Probably all your girlfriends have been fawning
little coeds and the like. So here's a deal for you. How
would you like to expand your horizons tonight? I'd like for
you to discover what a real, hot-blooded woman is like, and
how you can satisfy her, and yourself at the same time. Come
into the bedroom with me right now, and you can start your
re-education. I'm not even going to ask you if you will do
this. Just join me in the bedroom, or not. It would be your
loss if you don't. All this talk has made me very hungry...
but not for the good food that Jane has prepared.
As I stood up and started to walk out of the room, Jane
spoke up. "Can I watch?" I said "Well of course, Jane. I'd
like that very much. And if Charles doesn't show up, we can
watch each other again."
Dick was finally shaken out of his lethargy. I was standing
right next to him, and looking down, I could see his
erection showing through his pants. So much for self-
control. But in this moment of truth, he fell back on his
timeworn thinking. "JANE! How could you? You can't possibly
want to join them in this wickedness. And anyway, what did
Sue mean by 'again?' I am going to throw this cunning
temptress out of the house right this minute."
Jane responded immediately. "Don't you dare. Sue is my
guest, and my friend. She is giving me the keys to my
happiness. Don't you interfere. I won't tell you what to do
with yourself right now, but you had better not try to stop
me, or I'll leave tonight and never come back." Dick was
struck dumb as Jane smiled broadly at her new-found power,
and I laughed softly to myself as I strode though the door
into the hallway and found my way to Dick and Jane's
bedroom. It was decorated in sort of a "colonial quaint"
style, with Currier and Ives prints on the wall, ruffled
white curtains, and a thick maroon comforter on the pencil-
post bed. Kicking off my shoes, I jumped up onto that bed
and propped up the floral print pillows behind my back. When
I looked back at the door, there was Jane, leaning against
the jamb with her the fingers of one hand pulling and
twirling her short bangs. I was just about to speak to her
so that I could find out how she was handling the stormy
discussion in her dining room, when Charles pushed past her
and stood next to the bed. His eyes were now fiery with
lust, and his erection still press at the fly of his pants.
He reached over to turn off the table lamp, when I stopped
him, saying "Leave it on. Jane wants to watch. And so do I.
So take off your clothes for me." He seemed taken aback by
the firmness in my voice, as he was clearly not accustomed
to a woman in the bedroom who did anything but mewl like a
kitten in the dark.
Nevertheless, he was driven to continue, and I'm not sure
what it would have taken to stop him at this point. He
stepped back from me and yanked his sweater over his head.
When he started to unbutton his shirt as fast as a fireman
getting on his uniform for a fire, I commanded him to slow
down. "Don't you think you could put on a little show for
us? Show us what you've got hidden under all those starched
duds, but do it slow and easy." I winked mischievously,
hoping that it would help relax him, and he did calm down a
bit. When his button-down shirt was gone, he left on his
ribbed sleeveless undershirt. He unbuckled his khaki slacks
and pushed them down to his ankles. But he had neglected to
take off his shoes, so he struggled awkwardly to untangle
the knot of clothes while he remained jackknifed at the
waist. Eventually, the snarl came off of his feet, and he
straightened up, showing us his underwear, which was
uncharacteristic, I thought, for he was wearing a pair of
those teeny, tight bikini briefs. Through the thin black
cotton, Jane and I could see his erect cock clearly outlined
and pointing straight up towards his belly button. Bushy
black hair overflowed all around the edges of his briefs,
and filled the V-neck of his undershirt. Little clumps of
hair also sprouted on his shoulders and upper back. All-in-
all, not a bad looking body, and I made the assumption that
he had taken advantage of the facilities at the College
sports center. He didn't get that physique by only
exercising his ego.
As both Jane and I admired him, Charles stood silent and
still, with his hands on his hips. He wasn't volunteering to
go further with his strip-tease, so I got up from the bed
and stood close to him, with my back facing his chest. I
asked him to undress me. He unzipped my dress and I shrugged
off the shoulder straps and let the bodice fall enough so
that my entire upper body was revealed. The dress caught on
my hips, but Charles pushed it further down so that it fell
into a pile around my feet. I kicked it away, and stood
there in only my shiny blue satin panties, as skimpy as his
own underwear. I pushed my ass backwards so that it collided
with his groin, and I slid it around, feeling his rock-hard
erection pressing into and between my cheeks. Raising my
hands up toward the ceiling, I asked him to play with my
breasts. His hands immediately enveloped my tits, and he
started squeezing hard, too hard. "I don't want to be
mauled! Be sensitive, and concentrate on my nipples and the
flesh right under the surface." And he was a fast learner,
for his technique improved radically, and tendrils of
pleasure raced around my body.
I looked over at Jane, and she too was getting aroused, both
by the sight of Charles and me, as well as by the motions of
her hands. It reminded me of how I had caught her a week ago
in my den, for once again, she had one hand snaked up into
her white blouse, toying with her braless breasts. And her
other hand was unbuttoning the all of the front closures of
her plaid skirt, and I saw that hand dive through the slit
and head directly into the depths of her crotch. She smiled
at me, then unclipped the waist of the skirt and let it fall
behind her feet. Then she returned her attention to her
cunt, which was clad in a string bikini made of sheer floral
lace. Her mound of tightly curled dark hair showed through
the semi-transparent fabric, which creased deeply into the
slice between the two halves of her vulva. As was the case a
week ago, her panties were soaked with her juices.
Then I realized that Dick was standing in the dark shadows
behind Jane, unnoticed by her. Apparently, his wholesome
morality was no match for his curiosity and his animal
compulsions, for he was ogling the scene that was unfolding
in his bedroom with unchecked lust. Even in the dark, the
fire was evident in his eyes like burning embers. Jane
followed the direction of my gaze, and when she saw her
husband hidden behind her, I thought that she would close
up, maybe close the door in her face. Instead, she extended
her hand toward him, and when he took it, she drew him into
the doorway. She embraced him, dragging her naked leg up
onto his hips and hooking her foot behind his ass, so that
she could pull him firmly into her loins. She kissed him
with a hunger and aggression that had been hidden from Dick
for all their years together. After a moment's hesitation,
he responded by twining his hand into her short hair and
pulling her into his lips. His other hand reached down and
slid into her panties, cupping the tightly muscled cheek.
All the while, Charles was continuing with his exploration
of my breasts, and I was thoroughly enjoying it. But it was
time for more, so I took hold of his hands and guided them
down to the waistband of my panties. He took the hint and
pushed the last garment, with his lightly stubbled chin
dragging down my spine. He ended up on his knees with his
face level with my ass. I spun on the balls of my feet and
now my cunt was staring him in the face. With as much
ballet-like grace as I could muster, I lifted my right foot
off the floor and brought it up and then to the side. Using
one hand to stabilize myself by touching the top of his
head, I used the other to grab my ankle and lift my leg
further, until it made contact with the sturdy post at the
foot of the bed at a height even with my breasts. I knew I
couldn't keep this position long, so I grabbed Charles' hair
and pulled his face into my wide-spread crotch. As I
suspected, he was inexperienced at cunnilingus, and I had to
be very specific in my instructions: "Point your tongue
more. Use your fingers to pull apart my lips. Can you feel
that hard nub at the top of my slit? Oh, yes, that's it.
That's my clitoris. Now lap your tongue up and over it.
Again. Again. Now make your strokes longer, starting down at
my vagina. Can you taste my juices? Take a moment to savor
the flavor. Now get back to licking me. Use one hand to rub
my ass cheeks. Squeeze harder. Lick my clitoris harder. And
faster."
My muscles in my legs were starting to burn, but I was so
aroused by Charles' rubbery hard tongue, and by the whole
sequence of events leading up to this moment. My orgasm came
in as an instantaneous blast, a primal explosion that jolted
me as if I had been hit with a cattle prod. I was literally
thrown backwards, and I dragged his head, planted in my
percolating crotch, with me as I fell back onto the bed. It
was a fast and brief orgasm, but all the power and intensity
was compressed into a wildly volcanic eruption. I thought
the top of my head would be blown off like lava. Even as I
felt the mind-blowing rapture ebb away, Charles kept up his
lapping of my sodden cunt. Eventually, the sensation was too
much, and I gently pulled him away from my crotch and
upwards so that his big, strong boy covered mine like a
blanket. I kissed him (for the first time). At first a
tender little peck, and then a deeper, more passionate kiss.
When he lifted his head away from mine, I could see the
questioning look in his eyes. "Was that so awful for you, to
lap up my juices and tongue my clitoris like that?" I asked.
He answered "Well, I've never done that for any woman
before... but I hope it isn't the last time. It was
wonderful to feel you so aroused, to feel you coming on my
tongue, to hear you say those 'dirty' words."
He was a convert, I thought to myself. He won't be thinking
of women as passive and frigid for a while. Now that there
is a chink in his armor, maybe he'll reexamine some of his
other behaviors and attitudes. There is hope for this
bastard.
Speaking of converts, I tipped my head to the side, and
there were Jane and Dick. They had come forwards so that
they were standing right at the foot of the bed, watching
our panting, sweaty bodies. And somehow, all of Dick's
clothes had disappeared, as had Jane's panties and blouse.
All sense of inhibition and decorum had evaporated for Dick,
as was made clear by his proudly displayed cock, which
stabbed into the air over the footboard. Jane's hand was
tightly wrapped around its length, and she was jacking him
off slowly. One of his hands had curled around her back and
under her armpit, so that he could reach her breast. He was
pinching her nipple, twisting it like a radio knob, and she
was encouraging him to do it harder! Her other hand was
buried in her cunt. Watching them reminded me of my role as
initiator and director of this situation, and immediately, a
picture popped into my head of how to arrange the finale.
I asked Charles to stand up and take off his briefs, and he
revealed a cock that wasn't long, but it was amazingly wide,
with a dark purple head that looked like a ripe plum. It was
shiny with precome, and it twitched with his unquenched
desire. I bounce up off the mattress, and had Charles take
my place, parallel to the foot of the bed. I asked Jane to
lean over the footboard, and for Dick to mount her from
behind, doggy-style. He didn't seem to know exactly how to
do it, an I presumed that most of his experience had been
with the missionary position. But Jane reached between her
thighs and guided his bloated cock between her labia. As he
penetrated deep into her vagina in one long thrust, she let
loose with a brazen groan. Her fingers remained in the wet
folds of her cunt, and she began to rub her clitoris with
the same remarkable energy and determination that she had
shown me a week before.
She let her head fall forwards and into the waiting face of
Charles. They kissed-the first extramarital kiss for Jane-as
Dick began pumping into Jane's cunt with long rhythmic
strokes that pushed Jane's body to and fro. Eventually, it
was too difficult for her to keep up the kiss, and she
shifted her face down onto Charles' hairy chest, where she
licked enthusiastically into the tight black curls. She
found his tiny nipples and she sucked hard on them, even
biting and scratching him teasingly. Charles responded by
cradling her head and rubbing the back of her neck. His cock
was waving like a pennant in a breeze, and it was stiff and
fat. I placed myself between his legs, and nibbled and
licked his cock tenderly. His hips bounced around, and I
could tell that he wanted more that my seductive flirting.
He wanted me to take his cock head into my mouth, and before
he got his wish, I had a demand to make of him. "Charles, if
you don't move, I'll suck your cock. If you do move, I'll
just watch you until you keep still." Of course, he would
have promised anything just then, and he did stop bouncing
around, so I kissed the helmet-shaped head, prodded my
tongue into the pisshole, and then drew the bulbous glans
between my wide-spread lips and sucked hard, swiping the
underside with my tongue and fondling his balls with my
fingers.
The short length of his cock made it easy to take him all
the way in, so that my lips brushed his bushy pubic hair.
But the unusual breadth stretched my jaws so much that it
became uncomfortable quite soon. So when he lost his self
discipline and instinctively thrust his hips up into my
face, I used it as an excuse to peel my over-full mouth off
his cock, and I threatened to leave him unattended. He again
agreed to my command, and after a minute of making him wait,
I crawled up onto the bed and planted my knees to either
side of his waist, suspending my cunt over his petrified
stud of flesh. Without any manual assistance, it pointed
straight up at my wet and eager target. Jane's face was only
inches away, and she turned it so that she could watch. I
squatted down just a bit, and our genitals made contact. I
pushed his cock forwards so that my labia could wrap
themselves it. I rocked back and forth so that my clitoris
rubbed along the short fat shaft, but I left the purple
glans uncovered. Jane found it to be an irresistible
temptation, and she repositioned herself so that she could
lick the head as I squeezed it with my cunt as if it were a
tube of toothpaste. Behind Jane, Dick was still piercing his
long, thin cock repeatedly into Jane's cunt, which gurgled
with loud squishing noises. She exhorted him to do it faster
and harder, which he did, and he kneaded her ass cheeks
hard. His thrusts pushed her face into Charles's cock, and
she grunted as she sucked the head into her mouth. Despite
her petite body, her mouth seemed able to open like a snake
that could swallow a rodent three times it's own diameter.
That hard globe of cock head fit easily into her consuming
lips, and now her lips occasionally bumped into my own cunt
lips. I shifted my knees back, and put my hands behind me on
Charles's knees. By arching my back, my cunt punched
forwards without my thighs pushing Jane's head out of the
way. She took the opportunity to use the fingers of her free
hand (the other one was still embedded in her own crotch) to
prod at my clitoris from above, driving it down into the
slippery hard shaft of cock. I sped up my back and forth
motion, and let my weight press hard onto Charles's
motionless cock.
Jane reached her orgasm first. She was enjoying four
simultaneous stimulations-a cock in her mouth, another
pounding relentlessly into her vagina, her fingers strumming
across her clitoris, and my cunt flowering before her wide
eyes-were more than she could take. Her entire body started
to shimmy with minute vibrations, and her grunts became a
sustained, guttural howl of deep pleasure.
As the howl became a softer moan, Dick's climax arrived and
he ground his cock even more deeply into Jane's vagina,
attaining his deepest penetration. His eyes clenched closed
and his face was painted with a grimace that might have
looked like pain, if I didn't know better! I could imagine
Jane's tight vagina sheath convulsing around his bony saber,
milking jets of semen out of his shaft and mixing it with
her own outpouring of oily secretions
I too had been at the edge of reaching my own orgasm, but I
had stopped moving while I watched Jane and Dick. Charles,
too, had been enjoying the scene, but now, he couldn't help
but attempt to bounce his hips to encourage me to get back
to my activities. I couldn't blame him, and in fact, I
didn't want to wait any longer. But I had one more trick up
my sleeve-and that's hard to do when naked! I lifted myself
up and asked Jane to hold Charles's cock straight up, and
then I dropped down suddenly, letting the short, wide pillar
of flesh stretch me wide. Then I bounced back up, and let
his cock fall forwards, where Jane gave him one hard suck.
We alternated strokes, fuck and suck, fuck and suck. And all
the while, Jane flicked one of her fingers over my clitoris.
In a few moments, Jane and I really got the rhythmic pattern
of this, and we were able to pick up speed. I reached behind
my ass with one hand, and started juggling his balls in my
fingers.
When I felt the first jolts of ecstasy shoot through me, I
abandoned the alternating strategy, and let Charles's
crimson cock head stay in Jane's mouth. I shook my cunt
forwards and back, riding his shaft, as if I was trying to
score a groove into the sensitive underside of his cock. The
stimulations were finally too much for both of us, and we
reached our climactic moment together. I stopped my
purposeful thrusts, which were replaced by uncontrollable
twitches and shudders as Jane prodded hard across my
clitoris. She sucked as hard as she could on Charles's cock
as I squeezed his balls. His hips bounced up rhythmically as
his orgasm pulsed through his body. Jane, who wasn't used to
the idea of swallowing the semen, released her lips and
pulled back a bit. Ribbons of pearly cum shot out of his
broad glans and onto her cheeks and lips, dripping in slow
motion to Charles heaving tummy.
The chlorine-like smell of all our juices commingled in the
steamy air around us, and when Dick's knees buckled from
exhaustion, Jane let herself be willingly pulled down to the
floor next to the bed, where she and Dick cuddled
affectionately. What a long way they had come since their
arguments over the dinner table. I let myself fall forwards
onto Charles's slimy chest, and was go delighted to hear his
emotional gratitude for the eye-opening adventures we had
enjoyed together. Perhaps Charles and I will return for more
fun with Dick an Jane. And maybe next time, we'll get to
satisfy our growling stomachs as well as our other appetites
19 Good Grief
It was appropriately gloomy weather on the afternoon when my
good friend Beth was buried. Her death at the hands of a
drunk driver was a tragedy that all of her many friends felt
very deeply. Of course, her husband and two young children
were devastated by the loss. I had known Beth since our high
school days together as cheerleaders, and we saw each other
almost every day in the intervening years, often at the
health club, where we shared long talks over coffee after
our workouts, talking about the traumas and joys of our
lives. I thought I knew everything about her, and every one
of her friends. Was I ever wrong!
The funeral service was held outdoors, next to the grave
site. More than a hundred people attended, all bundled up
against the insistent Autumn chill. I knew everyone there,
most with tears filling their eyes. Half-way through the
service, I noticed someone else who I didn't recognize, on
the far side of the circle of Beth's friends. He was leaning
against the gnarled trunk of a huge sugar maple, ablaze with
golden foliage, and he was dressed more casually than most
of the mourners. Although he was physically part of the
group, I knew instinctively that he was clearly separate and
mysterious. My curiosity was piqued; who was this one person
who I didn't know, who felt strongly enough to attend Beth's
funeral?
I needed to know. So when the final words were spoken, I
avoided conversation with the friends standing near me.
Instead I circled around the outside of the group toward the
tree where he had been standing. He was already gone.
Glancing around, I saw him sitting on a stone wall a couple
hundred feet away, staring off into space. He was deep in
thought, and perhaps I should have left him in peace. But I
so wanted to know how he was connected to Beth, about whom I
thought I knew everything. I screwed up my courage and
walked over the leaf-strewn grass, silently sitting near him
on the wall. Minutes passed without a word, as we watched
everyone else walk away from the grave. Even when the last
car had sped off down the dirt road, our quiet meditation
continued, until finally he turned his head toward mine, and
said "I probably shouldn't have come here today, but I just
couldn't stay away. Beth had a powerful and exciting
influence on my life, and in my way, I loved her very much."
What on earth was he talking about? According to him, Beth
and he had been close. But he was unknown to her community
of friends. So I just had to ask bluntly "Just who are you,
anyway. I'm sure that I've never seen you with Beth, or
around town."
"I've never actually met Beth, at least not in person. But
she and I knew everything about each other, since we talked
to each other over computer networks. We were sort of like
penpals, or e-pals, I guess you might say." He saw the
bewildered look on my face, and continued "I would explain
all this to you, but what she and I had was very special,
and very intimate. And it was absolutely secret. So I'm not
sure that I should go on. I would hate for her family to be
hurt."
I asked "How do you know that I'm not a family member?" To
which he answered "Well I'm pretty sure that I know who you
are. You're Sue, aren't you? Beth described you in great
detail, and no one else at the service looked like you do.
If it weren't for what she told me about you and the deep
friendship that you shared, I wouldn't have even said this
much. But she said that you were the most open-minded and
open-hearted person she knew, so I'm taking the chance with
you. I know that you are familiar with America Online and
how it can be used to get into sexual fantasies. She told me
that you are the 'SueNH' that writes all those stories for
the Internet."
How the hell did Beth know that? I haven't told anyone, not
even my closest friends. It turns out that she had
discovered the stories, and had recognized my physical
description, the neighborhood, and my personality. I had
dropped enough hints for Beth to figure it out. I was
somewhat horrified to have been discovered, but also
tantalized by the possibilities.
While I sat there with my jaw hanging open, he continued
"Beth really appreciated the companionship that you offered
her, and both of us found your stories to be an incredible
turn-on. We talked endlessly about the wild and erotic
images you write about."
Well, compliments like that will always get my attention-as
will the face and body and voice that this mystery man
possessed. And the mystery itself may have been the part
that was the most intriguing to me. So I promised to keep
what he told me to myself, and to not be judgmental or
shocked by anything that I learned. With that assurance, he
decided to trust me, and then he told me their story, which
went something like this:
His name is Dale. He too was married. Beth and he met in a
general chat room on America Online, where they discussed
parenthood and marriage and eventually the boredom and
stagnation of their lives. Given the anonymity of the
Internet (I learned that Beth used the alias "OpeningUp" as
her screen name, which said a lot about where she was coming
from when she met people online), the two of them started
sharing more and more intimate feelings. Early on, Dale
suggested that they move to a "private room," where he
thought that they wouldn't have the distraction of all the
other people chatting in the public room. He new that the
private room system existed, but he hadn't actually used
one. Beth immediately asked him if he was trying to "cyber-
seduce" her (I like that expression), and when he denied it,
she told him that she was disappointed!
Dale discovered that she had been a regular participant in
these rooms for a couple of years, and that she looked
forward to the safe, anonymous, and wild fantasies that
could be played out with her online partners. I had promised
Dale that I wouldn't be shocked, but it was hard to maintain
my composure to hear that sweet little Beth, member of the
PTA and the church ladies auxiliary, was actually a wanton
vamp of the computer networks. Over the years, she and I had
shared so many conversations. I thought she was telling me
EVERYTHING, as I was baring my soul to her. Of course, I too
had been holding back, not telling her one important thing-
about my alter-ego as a regular contributor to
alt.sex.stories. So it shouldn't have come as such a
surprise to find out about Beth's secret life. But it did!
Now my curiosity was getting really revved up. And my
interest in this magnetically handsome stranger with the
syrupy voice was overwhelming any sense of social
correctness that should have been guiding my behavior. Dale
was reluctant to get too graphic in his description of what
the two of them talked about in the private room. After all,
we were talking about someone who had died only a few days
ago, who had just been buried within sight of where we sat.
Yet it was precisely for those reasons that we found
ourselves able to talk so freely, stranger to stranger,
connected by our mutual friend for whom we both were
grieving.
Anyway, it turned out that Dale and Beth had arranged to
have a regular rendezvous every Tuesday morning at 10
o'clock. That explained why she had started coming to the
health club only four mornings a week. For an hour each
session, they would start with some flirting, then they
would verbally undress each other, followed by some torrid
sex that transcended the apparent limits of their keyboards.
Both Beth and Dale had occasionally experienced orgasms
without touching themselves, just from the extreme arousal
of the typed conversation. Each time, they would imagine
themselves in a different place, sometimes playing roles as
if they were in another time or another city.
They always reserved a few minutes at the end of their
session to have a discussion that wasn't about the cyber-
seduction. Sort of like the proverbial post-orgasmic smoke-
a-cigarette talk. They laid bare the tender wounds of their
lives, revealing their vulnerabilities and dreams.
Dale lived in Arizona, so it was both impractical and unwise
to meet in person. Despite their exciting fantasies and
their unfulfilled "real lives," neither really wanted to
take the risk of hurting their families, or endangering the
reputations that they had staked out in their communities.
But eventually, their exhilarating and elicit online affair
was like a drug that needed a bigger fix. They made plans to
meet, in the flesh (quite literally).
Dale had arrived yesterday, checking into a motel in a
neighboring town. He only found out this morning about
Beth's accident. He knew it was inappropriate to show up at
the funeral, but he couldn't stay away. He needed to see her
put to rest, and he found it strangely reassuring to see her
surrounded by her close friends and families. Of course, he
was disappointed at this sudden reversal of fortune. but he
was instantly resigned to the reality. His greatest regret
was that Beth and he had not gotten to share the single
night of physical passion that they had planned. One night
was all that they had allowed themselves, and then they had
promised to return to their real lives, never to meet again,
online or in person! But they couldn't live the rest of
their lives without tasting the forbidden fruit just this
once.
Now that phrase "the rest of our lives" had a tragic
poignancy as it related to Beth. But for Dale, he had
reached for the apple and it had been pulled from his
grasping hands. His sadness about Beth's death was mixed
with understandable frustration for his own tough luck.
As Dale told me this history of the two of them, I found
myself stirred by the romance, and titillated by the erotic
overtones. I was drawn to Dale not only by sympathy, but
also by a rising sexual charge. When he mentioned his
frustration at the end of the story, it was clear to me that
much of it was sexual frustration. I instantly made a
decision which felt totally right at that moment (although
it certainly seems reckless as I look back on it). I could
be the stand-in for Beth for the one night. His long
anticipated union with his cyber-lover could in some fashion
be fulfilled, and I could see that this required no
sacrifice on my part, for my attraction to Dale was
instantaneous, going back to that first moment when I had
spotted him during the funeral. By "becoming" Beth for a few
hours, I could perhaps be giving her a final tribute. If her
angel was watching over us, she could enjoy our sexual
encounter in some mystical and vicarious way.
While this plan crystallized in my head, I chose not to
explain it to Dale. This wasn't a time for logic. I simply
stood up in front of him between his knees, pulled his head
to my breasts, and ran my fingers through his long curly
hair. "Dale, I want you to do something for me, and for
yourself. I want your to let go of reality for a few hours.
Tonight I will be your Beth. Right this minute, I am Beth. I
want you to forget about my death, to forget about Sue. I
want you to celebrate our love, to make love to me with all
the passion that you have kept imprisoned for so long. I
want to see your body. I want to wrap my hands around your
cock. I want you to kiss me all over. And I want you to fuck
me like there is no tomorrow. Because there isn't!"
Dale started sobbing softly, and the tenderness of the
moment brought tears to my eyes as well. His arms were
wrapped tightly around my waist. After dwelling in the grief
for a few more minutes, I took the initiative, and reached
behind me to take his hands. I pulled them down so that they
rested on my ass cheeks. Dale was still hesitant, so I
pressed his fingers into my flesh. Eventually, he let go of
his self-restraint, and began massaging my ass, gently at
first, then more insistently. I glanced around quickly to
make sure that there was no one left in the cemetery. Then I
gripped the waist of my simple black sheath and began to
bunch up the material, pulling the hem up from my knees. I'm
not sure that Dale even knew what I was doing, with his face
buried between my breasts. With a final yank, I pulled the
material out from under his hands. The cool autumn air was
in sharp contrast to the fingertips burning into my skin.
Dale was now fully into the illusion of me being Beth. His
crying had stopped, and where the fabric of my dress was
damp from his tears, I now felt his hot breath wafting
against my nipples, making them harder. One of them was
trying to poke out his eye. My hands were now resting on his
shoulders, and I kneaded the tightness from his neck
muscles, slipping my fingers under the collar of his
turtleneck. His hands had migrated around and under my ass
cheeks, so that he was pushing his finger tips up into my
cunt, pressing the thin fabric of my pantyhose into the
moisture that had seeped out of my vagina. I normally don't
wear this type of underwear when I am expecting any kind of
sexual encounter. I had no idea that this would be in the
cards today! But I had dispensed with panties, since the
hose provided the warmth and modesty that I required for
this solemn occasion. Now that stretchy nylon material was
providing almost no barrier to the exploring fingers that
slid along my puffy labia, flicking over the hooded nub of
my clitoris. I hadn't realized how completely aroused I had
become, but now I could feel the moisture soaking into the
nylon, and the coolness from the air sent shivers up my
spine. Or were the shudders caused by the stimulation of the
prodding fingers? I gasped with the intensity of it all.
But the seasonal chill was just too much. To say nothing of
my fear of being spotted by a passerby. After all, my
courage to be sexual on the Internet is quite different from
what I feel is possible in my home town. So I pulled away
from Dale and let my dress fall back to my knees. I drew his
hands up my torso, bumping over my sensitive breasts, and up
to my mouth. My lips wrapped themselves around a couple of
his fingers, and I tasted my own pungent juices. Stepping
backwards a step, I let the grasp of my lips pull him to a
standing position. "Let's go to your motel. I'll follow your
car" I said, and the sultry tone in my voice surprised me.
We walked hand-in-hand out to the dirt road, and kissed
passionately one time before getting into our cars. He was
driving some clunky looking rental job. I was in my sporty
little Miata, with the top up for the weather.
When we got into town, we had to stop at the only traffic
light. I used the brief pause to remove my shiny pumps and
shimmy out of my pantyhose. I tried to be inconspicuous
about my movements, since this was the busiest part of our
little town. Now my simple black sheath was my only piece of
clothing, and I know I wouldn't be wearing even that much
longer. Turning up the car's heater, I let it blow up
between my knees, which I separated as much as I could
within the tight confines of the driver's seat. The hem rode
up high on my thighs. I could immediately smell the unique
fragrance that emanated from my oozing cunt. As I tailed
Dale's car for the 15 minutes it took to get to his motel, I
let my fingers tease myself ever-so-lightly, swirling around
my gumdrop nipples, and occasionally dropping down to slide
through the lubricated crevice of my naked cunt. I had to
restrain myself from touching myself too aggressively, for
the temptation was very strong.
Finally, just as the sun was setting in the West, we arrived
at the High Hills Motor Lodge. Even before I had pulled to a
stop, Dale had hopped out of his car and was unlocking the
door to his room. I stepped up to him and through into his
tidy little room. When he reached for the light switch, I
stopped his hand. Trying to reinforce the illusion, I said
"Remember, I am Beth. You know who I am. You know what I
look like from what I told you in the chat room. Let the
light from the window be your guide. Let your hands lead
you." I was using a monotone voice that I hoped would be
hypnotic. "Remember all the wild scenes we have had
together. Tonight I want you to make it the best time of
all. I want you to tell me how you like it. I am yours for
the night. I am Beth. I am yours. Make love to me."
He was hooked completely. Even in the dim light I could see
that his eyes were kind of glazed over, and he was breathing
rapidly and deeply. I let my hands drop down to his crotch,
where I gave his cock a gentle squeeze. He was rock-hard,
and so very big. He leaned back against the door, and asked
me to take it out. His voice was almost a whisper, desperate
and urgent. I wasn't there to be a tease, so I leaned
forwards to kiss him hard. While our lips mashed together
and my tongue plunged deep between his teeth, I unbuckled
his belt and unzipped his fly. Dropping to my knees on the
thick carpet, I pulled off his loafers, and then quickly
removed his trousers. His erection made a huge tent in his
white boxers. I snaked a hand up into each of the loose pant
legs and with my fingers straight, I enclosed the hard
column of flesh in a prayerful grasp. My finger tips just
reached the head of his cock, which was trapped under the
elastic waistband. I let my fingernails graze lightly over
the sensitive skin of his rotund glans.
"Please take it all the way out" he implored. I bent his
cock shaft away from his stomach, stretching the waistband
outward. I bit down onto the corrugated material, and pulled
his shorts down onto his thighs with my head. My forehead
rubbed down his cock, leaving a smear of precome on my skin.
I released his cock from my hands and used them to pull his
boxers the rest of the way down his legs. He was already
unbuttoning his overshirt and pulling his turtleneck up over
his head.
"What do you want me to do now?" I asked innocently.
"You know."
"Tell me. I'll do anything you ask. But you must tell me
what you want." I wanted to make sure that I didn't break
the illusion of my being Beth, which I could easily have
done by acting in some way that he didn't expect. I just had
to hope that she hadn't convinced him that she was some kind
of dominatrix!
"Please, kiss my cock! Suck on it the way you talked about
on the computer. I've been waiting so long for this moment.
I've kept myself from masturbating or making love with my
wife for two weeks. I'm tingling all over. I need you to
suck on my cock now. Please Beth, do it now!"
His use of Beth's name sounded so genuine. I was sure that
he was completely absorbed by the trance. And I too was
having trouble keeping track of my own identity. I felt like
I really was Beth. I felt like I had known Dale for all
these months, and that I had been anticipating this moment
of forbidden physical pleasure. Despite the fact that I had
masturbated only that morning as I showered in preparation
for the funeral, I felt the delicious sense that I get when
it has been a long time between orgasm, when I know that my
time is coming. This was no time to flirt. Dale's erection
was pointing almost straight up, and was twitching
uncontrollably. I leaned forwards and kissed his balls, then
slipped my tongue out from between my lips and lapped up the
entire length of his solid column of hot flesh. Just as I
reached the protruding rim of his glans, my tongue collided
with a falling droplet of his oily precome. I drew it into
my mouth, savoring the musky flavor and smell. My hands came
up and wrapped around the base of his cock, and then milked
upwards. The clear, sticky precome poured out of his
pisshole. I don't think that I have ever encountered so much
of the stuff, and I wondered for a moment if he was already
ejaculating; but I could tell from his other movements that
this was just the appetizer; the main meal was still to cum.
My fingers smeared the greasy liquid all over the throbbing
length of his cock. I swallowed the head of his cock into my
mouth-I had to rise up off my haunches to reach it. Swirling
my tongue around the helmet-shaped head, and sucking in with
my cheeks, I began to pump the exposed shaft with one hand.
My other hand cupped his balls and prodded gently into the
sensitive sacks. His hands twisted in my long hair, but
thankfully, he didn't try to force my head into his crotch,
for the breath and length; of his column of veined flesh
would surely have gagged me. I was fortunate that he was a
naturally gentle soul.
"Oh god, I'm going to come already. Please don't stop, Beth.
This feels like heaven." I had only been sucking on his cock
for a few seconds, but it only took that long to provoke his
orgasm. I took more of his cock into my mouth, and the jets
of semen started splattering into my throat. I swallowed as
fast as I could, enjoying the indescribable taste. I
squeezed his balls in time with his contraction. Abruptly,
the strength in his knees gave way, and his back slid down
the surface of the door. I had to wriggle backwards on my
knees, and bend down more so that I could keep my lips
clamped around his writhing cock. My ears were filled with
the hoarse grunts of his incredible orgasm. Seconds seemed
to pass like minutes as he came down from the heights. I
continued to nibble lightly on his cock, vacuuming up the
final oozing droplets of cream.
Finally, Dale got his breath back, and he stood up, then
pulled me to my feet. "Your turn" was all he said, as he
turned so that I faced away from him. He pulled my arms up
over my head, and then nudged with his toe at my insoles,
spreading my feet wide apart. Reaching around my sides, his
hands started fluttering around on the front of my body,
following a seemingly random pattern. It felt like a swarm
of butterflies. He brushed his fingertips over my face, up
my arms, over my heaving breasts, flicking over my distended
nipples, over my ribs, onto my tight tummy, into my
navel.... I'm very ticklish, and I had to bite my lip to
keep from breaking out in girlish giggles. But I was also
enjoying Dale's touch, light as it was. He was hardly making
contact at all, and my black dress also buffered his
caresses. Yet that was all it took to make me quiver with
erotic thrills.
When Dale reached down to take hold of the hem of my dress,
his steamy breath penetrated the fabric on my back,
reminding me of the intimate feeling of his breath on my
breasts only an hour ago. He peeled the sheath up over my
hips and upper body, and then over my arms, which were still
reaching for the ceiling. That dress was the single piece of
clothing that I was wearing, so now I was completely naked,
illuminated by the orange glimmers of the sunset through the
window. Dale remarked "what happened to your underwear?" To
which I answered that I never wore a bra, and that I had
removed my pantyhose while I was in my Miata. "Beth, you are
as brazen in person as you ever were online. I love that
about you. You know what you want, and with me, you are
going to get just that."
He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. His
strength and masculinity enclosed my slender body. Before
setting me down, he reached down with one hand and stripped
the blanket off the bed. Then he lay me onto the taut white
sheet, face-down, and he sat on my rear. His strong hands
began massaging my neck and shoulders. All the light touches
from before were transformed into vigorous kneading. He
worked his way down my back, and then pushed himself
backwards so that he could sit between my knees. As he
massaged my spongy ass cheeks, I knew that he could see the
shadowy wet folds of my cunt, and the star-like opening of
my asshole. His thumbs crept closer and closer to these
targets, but just when I thought he would work his way into
my cunt, he shifted his attention to my thighs, and down all
the way to one foot. He sucked my toes into his mouth one at
a time, stopping only long enough to say. "This is what
you've been begging to have done for months, isn't it, Beth?
I love giving you this treatment." Then he rubbed my other
leg, repeating his toe sucking on that foot. It did feel
good, and he was very enthusiastic about it. Being Beth
meant getting involved with her particular little fetishes.
Maybe having my toes sucked is something I needed to add to
my regular repertoire.
"That's wonderful, Dale," I said, "but now I want more."
"Like what" he responded. Right away, I could see that he
was going to play the same game on me that I had played with
him. He wanted me to say what I wanted. "Bring your hands
back up to my ass" I said. But when he only went back to
massaging my cheeks, I implored him to touch my cunt.
"Like this, Beth?" he asked. But all he was doing was
grazing over my sparse cunt hair with the finger tips of one
hand, while the other continued kneading my butt.
"Dale, I'm too excited to talk. You know what I like from
when you've touched me with your silent voice over the phone
wires. I've begged you to do those things that no one else
has. So now I want you to make love to my body the way we
have talked about so much. You know what I want. Do it now.
Don't tease me. Please." With that, I hiked my rear way up
into the air, and spread my knees further, so that I was
totally open and accessible to him.
Instantly, his fingers pressed more insistently into my cunt
flesh. His long middle finger slipped easily between my
slick labia, and the fingers to either side scissored in
around the engorged lips. His hand prodded back and forth
plowing my furrows, thumping against the hard peg of my
clitoris. Then I felt the thumb of his other hand slip into
my gaping vagina. He pressed that thumb down toward the palm
of the hand that stroked my clitoris, so that the hard knob
of his first knuckle brushed over my G spot. Slowly at
first, then gradually accelerating, he danced over and
inside of my totally receptive cunt. Instinctively, he knew
exactly where to probe, how hard and fast I needed it.
Incredibly, at the moment that I started to reach my climax,
he stopped his motion, maintaining a firm but passive
pressure, until I too backed off from the peak. Then he
began the gradual climb back up the mountain of pleasure.
Four times he brought me almost to the crest, and four times
he denied me that summit. I never feared that he would be so
cruel as to leave me frustrated. I understood that he was
playing me like a guitar, strumming chords on my G spot as
he plucked at my rubbery clitoris. I was captivated by the
music. As I ascended the mountain for the fifth time, Dale
allowed me to surge over the final barrier, and I reached my
climax with hurricane force. I could feel the pulsing waves
smashing up from my crotch and spreading through my body and
into my head. My breathing was harsh and rapid, like the
winds of the storm. Time stood still as my body shuddered
and writhed on the snaky fingers provoking my convulsing
cunt.
I had no time to recuperate before Dale moved up behind me
and placed the fat head of his cock at the dripping entrance
of my vagina. Gripping my hips with his hands, he drove his
cock all the way into me with one sudden thrust. I was
totally open, and was able to accommodate his huge prong of
meat with only a shrill hiss that came not from any
discomfort, but only from the visceral pleasure of being
stuffed full of my lover's cock. His wiry pubic hair pressed
into my ass cheeks, and he remained motionless.
"Beth, your cunt fits my cock so perfectly. I can feel your
inner muscles churning and clutching. I've dreamed of this
moment for so long. It feels so incredible." For emphasis, I
did my best to clamp down on his cock, and then I started to
rock back and forth. At first I only moved an inch or so,
and his hips remained glued to mine. But eventually, he
allowed his cock to withdraw and then disappear, again and
again. He let go of my hips and reached around with both
hands to envelop my breasts. His fingers softly pinched and
rolled my plump nipples. I clutched at the sheet and tried
to dig my toes in, so that I could gain the leverage needed
to drive my cunt into his groin. I needed him to fuck me
hard, and it just wasn't enough.
"Lie back, Dale, and let me do the work. That's what I want
now." And I pushed back extra hard with my ass, encouraging
him to flop backwards onto the bed. His cock was pulled out
of my cunt with a slurping sound, and then flopped hard onto
his stomach. With my back still facing him, I settled back
onto my haunches, with my ass hovering over his hips. I
reached between my sweaty thighs and took hold of his
slippery cock, aiming it straight upwards. Lifting myself
up, I reinserted the glans between my drooping lips. Then I
dropped my butt down onto his groin, impaling myself
completely. Immediately, I began pistoning up and down at a
furious pace. The bed started creaking loudly, and I worried
momentarily that the frame might break! My head swung
around, flailing my long blond hair into a golden cloud. My
breasts swam around crazily, colliding with each other with
damp slapping sounds. One of my hands found its way behind
me to a spot along side of Dale's chest, and I leaned
backwards and to the side. He could again reach my breasts,
and he tried to tame their wild dance. My other hand fell
down to his balls, bouncing around under my pounding cunt,
and I took up the gentle squeezing that had been so
stimulating for him earlier. My wrist rubbed against the
splayed lips of my cunt, sweeping over my slippery and
tender clitoris.
He could remain passive no longer, and he started meeting my
downward thrusts with vigorous upwards hip-tilts. I felt
like I was riding a bucking bronco (or was it a fucking
bronco). Both of us were sweating profusely, and the fingers
clutching his balls were bathed in the commingled juices
from his cock and my cock. Earthy smells and animal grunts
filled the air. We had both achieved an earlier orgasm, so
we had the time to enjoy our uncurbed lust. At one point, I
thought I might have to stop from exhaustion, but I got my
second wind and was able to continue and even quicken my
pace. It wasn't long after that I could feel my second
climax begin to spread its tendrils of elation though my
veins.
"I'm going to come now, Dale. Come with me. Pour your seed
deep into my body. Don't wait. Aaahhhhhh."
And he didn't wait. His hips exploded off the mattress
several times in rapid-fire succession, and then he pumped
upwards one last time, becoming frozen with his ass a foot
from the bed. I sat up straight, abandoning my pistoning.
Instead, I bore down hard, grinding my cunt into his bushy
pubic hair. I was milking his spasming cock with my cunt
muscles and rubbing my finger tips into the sensitive spot
between his balls and his asshole. My wrist pressed hard
into my clitoris. Within my seething vagina, I could feel
the blasts of semen erupting volcanically like hot lava,
splashing up against my cervix. My own orgasm was short and
electrifying. It was a dizzying rapture that was so intense
that it almost became painful, and I forced myself to push
off of Dale's stiff body, falling onto the bed at his side.
In the faint light, I saw his shiny cock still pointing
toward the ceiling, shooting one last fountain of silvery
come into the air, landing on his sweaty chest as he allowed
his hips to sink back down to the bed.
The intensity of my exertion and my lust left me drained and
spent. I could only close my eyes and fall immediately into
a deep sleep. Fluids percolated from my ravished cunt, and
the sticky secretions dried in my pubic hair.
That night, I had the most real-feeling dreams.... of being
surrounded by radiant white angels, and of Beth looking down
on me with an impish smile. She said to me "OK, Sue, so of
course I'm jealous... but I still want to thank you for
taking my place tonight. You've given a great gift to Dale.
You're a sweetheart. I'll put in a good word for you up
here."
To which I could only reply "No need to thank me. By having
the chance to "be" you for a few hours, I've already gotten
to visit heaven. So thank you, Beth. You've been a dear
friend. I'll hold you and your secrets in my heart forever."
20 Kachina
Shimmering bloated masses of yellow, red, and brown
sandstone surrounded me as I reclined in the blazing sun.
The afternoon sky was as dark blue as I have ever seen it.
And far below me, the crystal clear water filling the canyon
reflected the color of the sky, barely revealing the shadowy
depths beneath the surface. Hot bone-dry air wafted lazily
over my sweaty skin, fluttering through my long blond hair.
This place is an improbable witch's brew of landscaping: one
part stark moonscape, one part tropical beach, and one part
Sahara Desert. It was originally Glen Canyon, until the
government built a towering dam and filled the valley with a
lake that swallows up over more than 200 miles of the
Colorado River, just above the Grand Canyon. My friend Ellen
in Albuquerque had to convince me to come to the Lake, since
I was predisposed to think unkindly toward a place that had
been transformed by man's hands from a canyon to an inland
sea.
But when I came to visit Ellen, she insisted that this was a
place not to be missed, despite the regrettable heritage of
its creation. She lent me her backpacking equipment and car,
and convinced a friend to let me use his little Boston
Whaler that he kept anchored at one of the three marinas on
the Lake. Ellen practically pushed me out the door and sent
me on my way to Page, Arizona, where I packed my supplies
and equipment into the boat and rode off into the choppy
waters. In the summer, it is one of the most popular
National Recreation Areas in the country, and the waters
near the marinas are plied by hundreds of houseboats and
high-speed water-skiers. But this being late September,
there was hardly anyone else out on the Lake. The water was
still quite warm from the summer, and within fifteen
minutes, I was able to motor into a cliff-lined little bay
and go skinny-dipping. Navaho Mountain dominated the
skyline; it is an incredible flat-topped butte that reminded
me of Devil's Tower (made famous in the movie "Close
Encounters of the Third Kind"). Once I got naked and wet,
the Mountain also resembled my hardened nipples which jutted
out through the surface of the water as I floated on my
back.
Ellen had warned me that there were very few places to pull
the boat out of the water, since the steep canyon walls
normally slope right into the lake. She suggested that I had
better get as far up the Lake as I could the first day, so
that I could search for a beach that was secluded and
unoccupied. So I pulled myself out from the gentle embrace
of the tepid waters, and resumed my journey. The surreal
scenery slid past me, putting me in a languid state of mind.
I headed up several of the many side canyons, and eventually
found a teeny little sandy spot where I could beach the
boat. But there was no level sight to set up my tent. So I
hoisted the loaded pack onto my back and started up a little
foot-trail that meandered around the huge boulders, up and
into a narrow crevice in the cliffs. It was still early
afternoon, so I had enough time to explore this possibility,
and if it didn't work out, I could always go back to the
boat and try for another spot. The climbing was hard and the
canyon walls were claustrophobic, reaching hundreds of feet
over my head. But when I climbed up on top of one of the
rocks, I could see a brighter, wider area ahead. Onward I
trudged.
When I reached the open area at the head of the ravine, the
contrast was dizzying. A huge bowl-shaped amphitheater rose
up from where I stood, maybe half a mile across. It was like
being an ant crawling around the drain of a bathtub. The
buttery-yellow stone surfaces were smooth and soft looking,
but the upper rim of the bowl was ragged with the
mountainous serrations. A few scraggly pale-green cottonwood
trees were clumped off to one side of me, their roots
searching for some unreliable underground spring in this
otherwise barren landscape.
In an attempt to get out of the shadows of the cliff, I
climbed further up into the bowl, scrambling along the top
of a finger-like ridge. With no boulders impeding my
progress, I quickly gained altitude until I found myself on
a (more-or-less) flat shelf halfway up to the summit, and
beyond this spot, the slope became even more steep and
smooth. I could climb no further, and I had found the
perfect place to set up camp. Over to one side there was
even a little overhanging fold in the stone skin. It hardly
ever rains here, but the idea of sleeping in this shallow
cave seemed reassuring. I dropped my heavy pack at the
entrance to the grotto, and then walked back out to the edge
of the shelf. That is when I encountered the view that I
described at the beginning of this story. I had climbed high
enough to see back over the narrow crevice that had led me
to the bowl, and stretched out across the horizon was the
dark blue expanse of the main body of the Lake. Beyond that,
the far shore was a sheer wall of dark red rock streaked
with wildly twisted bands of black. Way off in the distance,
a ridge of mountains was dappled with a splattering of the
first snowfall of the year. Yet where I stood, it was quite
warm, and the perspiration from my arduous climb was slicked
over my body and soaking my white singlet shirt. Being as
alone as I knew that I was, I took the opportunity to strip
off all of my clothes and wipe myself clean with a little
water from my canteen.
Then I turned back to the incredible tableau surrounding me.
It was so enlivening, so exhilarating. I stretched my arms
high into the air, threw my head back and impetuously
hollered at the blazing sun with a high-pitched shriek. Many
seconds later, I was shocked to hear someone else scream
back at me from across the wide amphitheater. I
instinctively covered my breasts and groin with my hands,
before I caught myself for being so silly. What I had heard
was a perfect echo of my own voice, reflecting back at me
off the far wall. The incredible strength and clarity of the
reverberation was due to the focusing curvature of the cliff
face. I laughed at my unfounded fears, and my laugh bounced
right back at me. I found that I could sing a meandering
duet, accompanied by myself, of course.
As I sang I performed a liquid, improvised dance, solely for
the enjoyment of my echo-self observer. I don't normally
consider myself to be much of a dancer. In fact, I sort of
dropped out of ballet class in Junior High School, out of
embarrassment for my clumsiness. But today, I was like
Martha Graham performing the world premier of "Appalachian
Spring".... I was like a full-fledged member of Pilobous
Dance Theater.... I was the famous feather in "Forrest
Gump," floating effortlessly, barely touching the ground.
All of my body succumbed to the sensuous feeling of the
moment.
And when things get this sensuous for me, I am always teased
by the temptation to masturbate. I had only my echo-self as
the voyeuristic observer to my increasingly erotic dance. I
felt free to touch myself, rubbing the flats of my palms up
my torso and onto my swaying breasts, rubbing my hard
nipples into the resilient flesh. Then, in a coordinated
motion, my head tipped back so that my hair flailed onto my
shoulders, and one of my hands slid down to my crotch as I
let my knees bend so that I was squatting on the smooth
stone of the ledge. My knees splayed outward, and my fingers
found their way into the wet and sleek canyon splitting the
bulging mesa of my vulva. In the bottom of that chasm, where
the waters churned down the rapids, my clitoris stuck up
like a boulder through the chaotic white-water. My fingers
were like kayaks, bumping up against the hard rock, again
and again, keeping up the rhythm that I had established with
my dancing. I bobbed up and down on the balls of my feet,
and my breasts and head rolled around wildly. The pinching
on my nipples and prodding of my clitoris brought forth
hoarse and primitive grunts from my throat that reverberated
back at me from across the bowl. Incredibly, the echoes
seemed louder than my original sounds.
I have no idea whether I took minutes or hours to reach the
climax of my masturbation. I was lost in the primal
immediacy of the moment, transported from self-absorbed
gratification into a feeling of being connected with nature.
Clouds, skin, cliffs, sweat, tumbleweed, hair, pebbles,
nipples, sunshine, labia, echoes,.... orgasm. It started as
gentle breeze, and built up to a howling, spectacular storm
within my loins, lightening striking out into all the
interdependent elements of my taut body. I shrieked in the
total ecstasy of the experience.
And then suddenly, my calf cramped up from the stress of
squatting for so long. Perhaps it took a few seconds for the
sharp pain to open the door to my distracted consciousness,
for before I knew it, I was falling off my birdlike perch
and off to one side. Just in time, I pulled my wet hand out
of the twitching folds of my cunt, and used it to absorb
much of the momentum of my tumble. But that in turn caused
me to spin forwards, and I felt the course surface of the
sandstone scrape across the tender skin of my forehead. I
lay there flat on the rock, stretching my leg to work out
the cramp. At the same time, I traded my sweat and leaking
vaginal juices for the heat that radiated from the sun-
heated rock. Some of that perspiration dripped down my face
into my eyes, and the saltiness stung me into clenching my
eyelids shut. I was in such a daze that when I reopened
them, I thought I was seeing the world through rose-colored
glasses. Then I realized that it was blood from my forehead,
and that startled me back into awareness.
I forced some discipline into my mind and my muscles, and
pulled myself up into a sitting position. I fought off the
dizziness, and scrambled on all-fours back toward the cave,
where I pulled the first-aid kit out of my pack. Using a
little compact mirror that I had thrown in at the last
minute, I cleaned the scrape, applied some ointment, and
covered it with a bandage. I was surprised at what else the
mirror revealed: the face of a wild woman, hair tangled and
snarled, warpaint of dirt and blood smudged on my cheeks. My
eyes blazed with the lust and exhilaration of my
masturbation. I again swabbed the sweat off my body, and
washed my cunt, but I left on my warpaint. It signified that
I was free and alive and confidently alone-a brave Indian
warrior, linked in some unimaginable way with the ancient
Anasazi Indians that last roamed these lands a thousand
years ago.
As all this happened, so was the sun starting to go down,
and I used the last hour of natural light to set up my
campsite and make some dinner for myself. A meal of
dehydrated stew is not usually my favorite thing, but that
evening, it was made perfect by the accompaniment of the
spellbindingly splendid sunset. With only my little candle-
lantern for illumination, I put away my cook set, and
crawled into my snugly sleeping bag, still as naked as I had
been all afternoon. Before I extinguished the candle, I
studied the smooth walls of the cave, and was surprised to
see faint drawings, which I immediately realized were
Anasazi cave paintings. They were hard to make out in the
faint light, but I could see the images of stick figures
holding up round shields and short spears or clubs. The one
closest to me even had a stick-figure cock drooping down
between the stick legs. Something to dream about, I thought,
as I blew out the flame, and within minutes, I was asleep,
exhausted by my first day on Lake Powell.
I awoke in the middle of the night with the urgent need to
relieve my bladder. When I returned to my sleeping bag, I
sat up and looked out over the bowl-shaped valley laid out
in front of me. It was bathed in the silvery light of the
full moon, and stars by the billions twinkled in the velvet
black sky. As the evening passed into night, the temperature
had dropped, and I found myself huddling into the down-
filled nylon. Too bad, I thought, that there were no bits of
wood up here in the cave for me to make a fire. I was just
starting to feel the heaviness of sleep begin to return
when, out of the corner of my eyes, I thought I saw
something move. But when I turned toward the cave's wall, I
couldn't see anything unusual. Then again, I was confused by
my memory of the cave paintings that I had seen the evening
before. Where I recalled seeing the stick-figure warrior
with his cock hanging down..., now there was only bare rock.
Suddenly, the light from the moon was blocked out by a form
at the mouth of the cave. A jolt of fear struck at my solar
plexus, and my breath caught in my throat. I was maybe 50
miles from any kind of civilization, and the few other
people that were vacationing on the lake were probably far
away. There was no help to be had if I was in danger from
this intruder, whether it was an animal or a human. My eyes
focused on the silhouette, and now I could see that it was
indeed a person. The particular thing I noticed was that he
had a huge head. As my eyes further resolved the details of
the shapes, it came to me all-at-once that it was not just
his head, or even a hat. It was some sort of Indian head-
dress, studded with stiff feathers and bits of fur,
surrounding but not covering his shadowed face.
The man entered further into the cave, and stood a few feet
from the end of my sleeping bag. With the moonlight now
shining onto him, I could now be certain that he was indeed
an Indian, with the round-faced appearance of one of the
Pueblo dwellers that have descended from the Anasazi. These
are wonderfully peaceful and honorable peoples, and this
recognition helped put me more at ease. But I was still left
wondering how he had found me in this dark and isolated
wilderness. If he was nearby this afternoon, had he watch me
dance and masturbate, exposing my body not only to the sun,
but perhaps his prying eyes?
In addition to his headdress, he was wearing only two other
articles of clothing. Covering his chest was a vest made of
many narrow horizontal white bars, perhaps made of bone or
wood. They formed a kind of washboard pattern from his neck
to his belly. And covering his crotch was a loose loin
cloth, barely covering his drooping genitals. In the
moonlight, everything appeared in degrees of black, gray and
white, disguising the vibrant colors that would normally be
seen in this ceremonial costume. Everything about him spoke
of strength and serenity. He stood over my body with an
erect stance, arms crossed over his chest. His physique was
magnificent, arms and legs sculpted with long, full muscles.
And his eyes bore directly into mine, silently communicating
to me that I was safe with this stranger, despite the
unusual and threatening circumstances of his arrival.
Instinctively, without reservation, I let go of my fears,
and opened my heart and my trust.
Despite the warm thoughts that filled me, I was still
feeling the cold of the night air, and I wondered how the
barefoot Indian could keep from shivering. Was he reading my
mind? One of his arms stretched out straight and pointed to
a spot on the ground about 6 feet from me. Instantly, a
perfect campfire sprung to life where there had only been
cold hard stone! Flames licked upwards from the small logs,
piled tepee-fashion. Heat immediately struck against my
cheek, and I reveled in both the miracle and the warmth.
This was no ordinary stranger wandering into my campsite. I
struggled to make sense of this magic, and then I recalled
that one of the images from the cave paintings was missing
from where I thought it should be. It seemed impossible to
my logical mind, but the deeper truth was obvious. An
ancestral Anasazi spirit-god had come back to life, and I
dredged from my scatter-brained memory the name for these
spirits: Kachina. I had seen pictures of these in a coffee-
table book at Ellen's. In the light of the full-moon, in
this cave hidden in the wild desert mesas of Glen Canyon,
there stood before me a beautiful and stalwart Kachina,
freed after a thousand years from his frozen stick-figure
likeness on the cave wall.
While all these amazing realizations washed over me, the
Kachina still stood with his finger pointed at the blazing
fire, as if his organic energy was feeding the flames. Now
his extended arm swept back over to my reclining body,
joined by his other arm so that his palms were pressed
together. After a long pause his palms hinged open. I could
tell that he was trying to communicate something to me, but
I couldn't interpret his sign language. When he repeated it,
I was still unsure, but somehow, I inferred that he was
suggesting that I take off my sleeping bag. Perhaps my
initial suspicion was at least partly correct; from his two-
dimensional presence on the cave wall, he might have watched
me masturbating the previous afternoon. Could this episode
somehow have given him the strength he needed to reanimate
himself? I might have been misunderstanding what he was
asking for with his body language, but I went on my gut
instinct, taking the chance that I might be disrespectful to
the Kachina. I unzipped the sleeping bag and spread it wide
open, just as his palms had separated. I held myself up by
placing my hands behind me on the ground. Answering his
serene stare with my own, I thought perhaps I saw some
little sparks dancing in the black irises of his eyes.
Certainly there was no disapproval for my brazen action of
disrobing completely.
Again, the Kachina repeated his signal of opening his palms,
and I responded by letting my knees rise up off the ground
toward my chest, and then fall away from each other. My two
thighs were now angled outwards from my hips, forming a
single straight line of golden flesh, broken only by the
central nexus of my sparsely-furred cunt. My eyes remained
locked on his gaze, as it calmly slid from my face, down
over my breasts (which were thrust forwards by my posture),
and over my taut tummy. Finally, I knew that he was staring
right into my cunt. Without looking myself, I knew that my
outer labia were pulled apart, for the dry air lapped its
cold tongue at the tangy moisture of my fully exposed inner
cunt.
Up to this point, I had been acting completely in response
to the Kachina's wishes. After all, he was practically a
god, and I was stunned by the magic of making the campfire
appear. But it is not much in my nature to be at all
submissive, even to the power of the supernatural. I wanted
to be on more equal ground, here in the real world of living
humans. Now it was my turn to try to communicate by sign
language. I put a hand up in front of my face and crooked my
finger repeatedly, beckoning him to come closer. This must
be a universal, age-old signal, for he immediately reacted
by closing the gap between us in two long strides. He now
stood right between my wide-spread thighs, his arms again
crossed over his chest. I leaned forwards and grabbed the
backs of his hard-muscled thighs, and nuzzled my face into
his crotch. He was still not at all erect but I forgave him
since he had been out of practice for so long! And the
potential was there, for his loin-cloth was bulging with its
spongy contents.
I wanted to get a response from him, so I began to lick up
the surfaces of his thighs, and also his tight stomach. All
of his skin was completely without any body hair. I guess
that this is often true of Native Americans. I found it an
unexpected and sensual pleasure to run my tongue over this
velvety smoothness. I let my hands move upwards to the
cheeks of his ass, small and rock-hard, fitting into my
palms. Then I found the knot on one of his hips, and it came
apart easily, letting the loin-cloth fall abruptly into a
pile at his feet. Inches from my face, his cock hung down
loosely, draping over his hairless balls. Of course, he was
uncircumcised, which I find all too rarely in the rest of
the world. I enjoy the slithery feel of the loose skin
sliding over the rubbery shaft. I immediately used one hand
to pull his cock up toward my hungry mouth, and took the
covered head between my lips. My tongue stabbed at the
foreskin, and I found the opening that allowed me to get my
tongue under the skin, where I swirled it around, swabbing
at the sensitive flesh. I firmed up my grip on the base of
his cock, and my other hand came around and cupped around
his balls. They were so big and swollen. In the nest of
supple flesh, each solid testicle felt like the egg of a
bald eagle, full and potent.
As I sucked and fondled with increasing vigor, the Kachina's
cock finally began to fill with his hot blood, inflating
itself within the tight hold of my mouth. Bigger and bigger,
hotter and hotter. The foreskin couldn't cloak the rising
column anymore, and it pulled back off the head of his cock.
I pulled my mouth off for a moment so that I could see what
I had inspired. His cock was now fully erect, as long as any
I had ever seen, with a broad glans that looked golden in
the flickering light of the fire. I couldn't resist for
long, and I again enveloped his cock in my greedy mouth,
stretching my jaws to accommodate his girth.
But the Kachina stopped me after a few moments of my eager
sucking, and he sank to his knees between my splayed thighs.
He reached down to grab and lift my hips up to his groin,
and I felt almost weightless in his powerful cradle. I
thought he was preparing to drive his spear deep into my
waiting flesh, and I took a deep breath of the desert air,
hoping to gird myself for the penetration of his immense
cock. But instead, he laid his cock onto the top of my cunt,
embedding the length of it between my puffy labia, with the
fat head resting directly onto the rubbery stub of my
clitoris. He twitched his hips back and forth a few times,
in an obvious attempt to prod my clit, but the upward arch
of his cock made it difficult to apply pressure downwards.
With a grunt of frustration, he made it clear to me that it
was vitally important to him that I have my climax too.
Perhaps he had learned from watching me masturbate.
He lifted my hips up even higher, and I realized that I
didn't need to push upwards with my hands under my ass-his
strength was more than enough to support my body. I hooked
my legs up over his hips, and I brought my hands up to my
cunt, where I could push his cock down onto my clitoris.
Keeping his own body perfectly still, he manipulated my body
away from his groin and then allowed me to pull myself back
into him with my legs, so that the ridge at the edge of his
cock-head scraped over my clit repeatedly. I let the length
of my fingers envelop his shaft, taking advantage of the
lubrication that was seeping out of my cunt and from the tip
of his cock. Each time that the protruding rim bumped over
my erect clit, I grunted with unrestrained lust, and once
again I could hear the eerie echo reflected back from across
the canyon. The stimulation of having my cunt massaged,
along with the mysterious circumstances of having this
enchanting Kachina to arouse me..., it made me shudder in
the magic of the moment, and I began to shimmy and writhe,
insisting on increasing the pace of the action as my orgasm
rose up like a serpent from deep in my belly, fed by the
same energy that the Kachina used to ignite the camp-fire.
When the height of my climax welled up in me, I felt every
muscle in my body quaking and shivering, and I let out a
high-pitched howl that imitated the shrieks of coyotes.
While I was still near the peak of my orgasm, the Kachina
pulled his cock out from the slippery grip of my fingers,
and pulling back, he aimed his flaming arrow at the gaping
target of my sopping vagina. Then again, he became still as
a stone sculpture, and he used his grip on my hips to draw
me closer, slowly impaling me. Even slower than slow,
quarter-inch by quarter-inch. The immense width of his cock
head stretched my swollen cunt lips, and I tried to relax my
inner vaginal muscles to make room for the welcome invader.
When the ridge of the head finally passed the entrance,
things became easier, and I focused on the sensation of
absolute fullness as I tried to suck the Kachina's
magnificent cock further in. I was impatient with this
relentless deliberate procrastination. But as much as I
tried to pull myself in onto him with my straining legs, I
was constrained by his gentle but firm grasp on my ass
cheeks. Finally, I relented, and allowed him to set the
relentlessly slow pace. When he was perhaps two-thirds of
the way in, I felt his huge cock head bump into my cervix,
and I suddenly become worried that I wouldn't be able to
entirely accommodate his incredible dimensions. My hands,
which were still resting on my cunt, came up to rest flat on
his stomach, telling him to stop.
He responded by letting one hand loose from my ass. Leaning
forward, he placed it to one side of his head, and then he
repeated this with the other hand. Only my legs hooked over
his hips held my cunt up and onto his cock. I made this
position more secure by hooking my ankles together behind
his lower back, and my hands wrapped together behind his
neck. Normally, I wouldn't have the strength to hold myself
up like this for very long, but that night, I felt like I
weighed only a few ounces, and the image that came to mind
was my being a butterfly, with my legs and arms like the
feathery wings wrapped around the Kachina's body. I pulled
my breasts up into the hard material of his ceremonial
breast plate, stimulating the sensitive pegs of my nipples
against the washboard texture.
Once again, the Kachina braced his body into utter
stillness, and he allowed me to set the pace and depth of
his penetration. I let my hips fall enough to expose almost
all of his cock, and then I lifted back up, again bottoming
out, but perhaps taking in just a bit more than last time.
His balls bumped into my rising ass, tickling over my
widespread anus. Again down and back up, and this time, I
almost took all of his long spear into my stretched cunt.
One more time, and this time, my puffy cunt lips collided
with his hairless crotch, and his balls squeezed insistently
into my the crease of my ass.
Now that I had let my cunt gradually expand, I felt
wonderfully full, and totally connected with the
quintessence of the Kachina's ancient wisdom. I wanted
desperately to please this Indian god-warrior, so I began to
fuck my cunt up and down on his hard pole of hot flesh. I
started slowly, but soon my pace quickened and I found
myself flipping my hips up into his crotch like the piston
in the engine of a sports car. I clenched down rhythmically
with my vaginal muscles. Even without moving, he was
obviously exerting himself, for sweat was now seeping from
his pores, collecting in rivulets that streaked down his
golden skin and dripped down onto my heaving body,
intermingling with my own perspiration. My mouth was already
wide open as I gulped in the air, and when one of his
droplets of sweat fell between my lips, I noticed that it
tasted sweet and fresh, so I added to my ardent lovemaking
by lapping the profuse moisture off his shoulders and neck
and face. It tasted delicious, like maple sap in the Spring
in my native New England, and I swallowed up as much as he
could give me. The feathers of his headdress began to quiver
noticeably, and I knew that my bold and lusty dance on his
body was having the intended effect. Despite his attempt at
stillness, his undeniable carnal urges were taking over the
spiritual equanimity that was so familiar to him.
Suddenly, he let those urges take over, and he pushed
forwards and down, so that my back and ass again rested on
the firm surface of my sleeping bag. His hands came down to
my hips, and he dug his fingers into my pliant ass cheeks.
Now he was driving his cock into me, and his weight held me
down. He showed no restraint at all, and I was glad that I
had been given the opportunity to become accustomed to his
huge size. For once, I let go of my hesitation to be
submissive. I allowed myself to be the receptive vessel for
him to fill with the insistent thrusts of his cock.
After all the Kachina's patience leading up to this moment,
he now was as eager and ardent as a young virgin, and it
took only a minute or so of his unfettered fucking for him
to reach his orgasm. Suddenly, he was coming, and he drove
his cock one last time, deeper than ever. His muscles all
tightened like the strings of his hunting bows, and his eyes
were screwed shut fiercely. Deep in the bowels of my vagina,
I could feel the jets of semen spurting out, blasting
against my cervix, filling the minute spaces between my cunt
walls and his cock, and being squeezed out onto the crushed
flesh of my labia and his balls. I felt it drooling down
over my asshole, falling into a growing puddle on my
sleeping bag. The amount of his cum was incredible, stored
in his swollen balls for all these centuries now spurting
again and again into my cunt. Just when I thought he was
locked in an endless cycle of orgasm, he finally let the
tension ebb from his muscles. I worried that he would let
his solid weight slump down onto my smaller body, but he
caught himself, and suddenly pulled away, drawing his still-
erect cock from my suckling vagina with a loud slurping
sound. Kneeling for a moment between my legs (which had now
dropped to the ground), he stared deeply into my eyes,
sending me a plaintive message of thanks, of desire, of
hope, and perhaps of despair.
Abruptly, he stood up tall and proud, and without looking
back, he strode away from me, toward the wall of the cave.
He seemed like he would collide with the unyielding rock,
and I sat up with a gasp of concern for his welfare. But
just as he reached the wall, he disappeared soundlessly, and
then in his place, the stick figure drawing reappeared in
the same place that it had been earlier. Again the image
included the cock hanging downward from the center. And this
time, directly below the Kachina's cock, a string of black
smudges extended like a dotted line, reaching all the way to
the sandy floor of the cavern.
The whole experience left me exhausted and bewildered. Was
this all an incredibly realistic dream. I could remember
every detail, which is never the case with my dreams. But so
much of it was clearly impossible. In the daze of my orgasm
and the insistent tiredness that saturated my body, I
quickly fell back asleep. I know that I had other dreams
that night. Dreams of a circle of Indians dancing around my
naked body, each taking a turn fucking me while the others
chanted and whooped it up. Dreams of flying like an eagle
over the canyons and mesas of this magical, spiritual
territory. Dreams of swimming as a fish through the vast
expanses of Lake Powell, visiting the drowned villages deep
below the tranquil surface. Dreams of being filled with the
cock, the semen, and the spirit of the ancient and
benevolent Kachina of the great pre-Columbian Anasazi
Nation.
I awoke with the bright sun just peeking over the ragged
edge of the stone amphitheater. My first thought was that I
had experienced the most intense dreams of my life, so
remarkably vivid and detailed. The wet spot in my sleeping
bag was the first clue to what had really happened. Rolling
over onto my side, I saw the pile of charred driftwood, left
over from the campfire. The cave painting certainly depicted
a large and drooling cock. I couldn't make any sense of what
had happened, and after a few minutes of trying, I gave up
my futile attempt to be logical.
So I set to work packing up my camping gear, and soon I was
hiking back down the canyon. When I slipped out of the
narrow exit of the chasm and back out to my beached boat,
the water was so alluring. I immediately dropped my pack,
stripped off my clothes once more, and waded in to the
invigorating water. Once I was up to my waste, I cupped
handfuls of water and splashed them up onto my tender
breasts, and then onto my face, looking down into the water,
I was struck by two incredible sights. First I saw steamers
of stringy white semen flowing out into the water, wafting
like ephemeral smoke from the chimney of my cunt. I was
entranced with the mesmerizing appearance of this further
evidence of what had happened last night. And in my
stillness, the surface of the water became flat and
reflective, and the image of my face was assembled from the
glittery fragments. When the puzzle was complete, I saw the
final proof: the water had ruined the adhesive of my
bandage, and when I pulled the gauze away, my pink skin was
completely unblemished.
NOTE: This story was partly inspired by reading a couple of
mystery novels by Tony Hillerman, who combines in his
stories the modern day life on the Navaho reservation with
the myths and histories of those peoples. On the other hand,
perhaps Mr. Hillerman will be glad to know that the
eroticism of my story comes only from my own wild
imagination.
My knowledge of Native American heritage is very sketchy,
and I apologize if anything that I have included here is
inappropriate. Certainly, it is irreverent, but I guess that
to be expected in erotica. If any reader had information
that would either correct my narrative, or would add to the
authenticity, I would be happy to receive the help....As
always, sequels are also welcome.... Sue@AOL.com
21 AdventureLand
A few years ago, my sister invited me to join her family for
a trip to Orlando and the Disney World complex. They live in
Chicago, and I hardly ever get a chance to see them. So I
said yes, despite my preference for traveling to more exotic
and adventurous destinations. Judy's kids are 5 and 8 years
old, so I knew that it would be fun to watch them enjoy the
wonderland of children's pleasures. Her husband Jake and I
don't normally get along too well-I guess he thinks I'm too
much of free spirit (I am that, am I not?), or maybe he
disapproves of my continuing unmarried status. And to be
honest, I'm not that enamored with his all-business
lifestyle, and sometimes I could strangle him when he goes
on and on about the Magnificent Rush Limbaugh!! So it was
with mixed feelings that the trip was begun. I'm glad to
report that I did figure out how to have a good time.
Because of bad weather in Boston, I got into Orlando Airport
five hours late, and didn't get to the hotel until after
midnight. Of course, Judy's family was already tucked in and
deep asleep, ready to get an early start the next day. So I
slipped a note under the door of their room, explaining my
lateness and suggesting that they go on ahead in the
morning. I'd try to meet them at Cinderella's Castle at noon
time. I wanted to be well rested, in hopes that it would
help fortify my patience with the kids and Jake. I put out
the "Do Not Disturb" sign and flopped down on the luxurious
queen-size bed.
I slept like the proverbial log, and when I awoke, I was
amazed to see the time; it was already 11:00 AM. I quickly
showered and threw on a simple tee-shirt dress and sandals,
and dashed down to the front desk. I had just missed the
shuttle bus, and had to wait 20 minutes for the next one. I
could see the monorail pull out of the station from the
Disney parking lot, costing me another ten minutes. By the
time I entered the Magic Kingdom and ran up Main Street, I
was worried that I would miss them completely. I was already
45 minutes late, and with her kids made hyperactive by all
the excitement, it would probably be impossible to get them
to sit still to wait for ol' Aunt Sue. I could just hear
Jake muttering about my irresponsibility and lack of
respect. I ran up the path and into the heart of the Castle,
surrounded by the mosaic of fairy-tale characters. Searching
frantically, I finally went through the back of the tunnel.
Amidst the crowd, I thought I saw Jake and Judy, but when I
tried to catch up with them, they had disappeared. There was
no way of knowing where they were off to, so after trying to
think of a solution, I decided to just enjoy the day on my
own.
And I surprised myself. I had no idea how much fun this
place was going to be. Splash Mountain was a heart-stopping
thrill, and the Haunted House was really eerie. I even got
Donald Duck and Captain Hook to sign my shirt. behind their
big plastic masks, it was hard to tell if they were enjoying
the idea of pressing their pens into the white fabric and my
pliant flesh beneath. Looking down at their signatures, I
also noticed how apparent my nipples were, poking out
through the thin fabric, unfettered by a bra. It was a turn-
on for me to think of the many hundreds of strangers who
could view my body so completely, for the dress hardly
disguised anything. Checking my hips, I could even see the
color and raised outline of my black thong panties. In the
line for Thunder Mountain, the man behind me kept pushing up
against my backside, all the while chattering away with his
whiny kids. I pushed my ass back into his groin a couple of
times, and the second occasion was rewarded by the feel of
his noticeably erect cock trapped in his tight pants.
Hopefully his wife would be ready for some sex later that
evening, for I had certainly gotten the ball rolling.
One of the rides that I had heard about so many times from
my eager nieces was Pirates of the Caribbean. It was already
getting dark, so I headed over to Adventureland and had a
quick dinner at an outdoor restaurant. When I walked over to
the Pirates ride, I was surprised to see that there was no
line. I walked into the building, and was greeted by a young
man who informed me that the park was about to shut down for
the night, and that the ride has just closed down. It was
only 7:00! I had no idea that Disney closed so early. He
informed me that Epcot and Pleasure Island were open much
later. He was even brash enough to ask if he could escort me
to Pleasure Island for some late-night fun at the night-
clubs. I politely declined, explaining that I had to catch
up with my family.
Then I noticed that people were still coming out of the exit
for the Pirates ride. I sidled up close to him and begged
him to let me take the ride. It wouldn't hurt anyone if he
bent the rules a little. I was a little ashamed of myself
for being so manipulative of this young and impressionable
guy. But it was fun to flirt with him, and a challenge to
see if I could get my way. His eyes flashed back and forth
from my face to my chest, where he became more brazen about
ogling my hard nipples. I even asked him if he would like to
take the ride with me, but he said that he could get fired
for that.
Eventually, he relented to my pleas and the effects of my
feminine charms, and after glancing around to see if anyone
was watching, he lifted the rope and let me in. Following me
down through the dark passageways that led to the ride, we
eventually got to the dock. Before I hopped into a boat, I
turned to him and drew him into my arms, giving him a
sizzling French kiss that shocked him. When I stepped away,
he was standing there in a dreamy daze, and remained that
way as I jumped into a boat and took off into the bowels of
the cavernous ride.
Of course, my flirting not only had an effect on the ride
attendant; I too was feeling a twinge of adventurous
sexuality. When the boat floated into the first scene of
ships firing their cannons at each other, I immediately fell
under the spell of the realistic extravaganza. The sights
and sounds and smells were so believable and palpable. At
the same time, some part of me remained curious about the
way the Disney people created this illusion of reality. I
found myself frustrated with being a passive participant in
this ride, for my natural instinct in almost all cases is to
be more involved. I wanted to "be" a pirate, I wanted to
fight with swords and plunder the villages. Being planted in
this seat, on a planned trip through a computer-controlled
experience, just wasn't my style.
Suddenly, I realized that I wasn't a captive to the ride. I
was alone in the building, with no one watching my behavior.
Without any hesitation or forethought, I jumped to my feet,
leapt from the gunwale of the boat and onto the floor of the
vignette, ready to experience the adventure first hand. It
was only as I watched my boat drift away into a tunnel that
I had a moment of second-thoughts. Just as fast, I put those
fears aside, and surveyed the tableau surrounding me. On
both sides of the "river" pirates were pillaging a quaint
village. The townspeople's protests were resulting in the
execution of someone who looked like the fat old mayor. Two
men were engaged in a sword fight, while a woman cowered on
the ground next to them. Fire appeared at the ground-floor
window of one of the rustic buildings, and the sharp reports
of sporadic gunfire filled the air, as did the smell of
acrid smoke.
Of course, all of this was really more like a still
photograph, with just enough limited movement by the
characters to barely simulate reality. The motions were
brief and repetitive, and when I got nearer to the people,
the magnificent illusion was at least partially broken.
Their faces were less convincing from close-up, and I could
even hear the humming motors hidden under their disguises.
Of course, these were all carefully programmed robots (I've
since heard it called "animatronics"), but I was still
impressed with the attention to detail and the timing. I
made a conscious decision to play along with the fabricated
drama. For a few moments, I would play a role in this
fantasy, taking the identity of a wanton temptress. After
all, I'd tried out for this part only minutes ago when I
flirted shamelessly with the ride attendant.
That buccaneer over there carrying the sack of grain over
his shoulder looked kind of brawny and cute, I thought, so I
walked up to him and tickled his flanks, hoping that he
would drop the heavy bag. This didn't get any reaction from
him, so I pressed my entire body up against the front of his
torso, reaching around to caress his back. His legs were
pumping up and down as he walked, and one knee slipped
between my legs. I thrust my groin forwards and felt his
thigh push into my pubic mound, covered only by the two thin
layers of fabric. I hadn't realized that I was already moist
there until I felt that blunt pressure squash my cunt lips
around. I let my hands drop down onto his ass cheeks. What a
man-he had the much sought-after "buns of steel!" But when I
reached around into his crotch, I was disappointed to
discover that he was a eunuch. This was not the man for me.
Looking around, I saw the scene of the Mayor about to be
executed by a brutish-looking man who was perhaps the
Captain of the pirates. He had a snarling expression on his
face, and his wooden-handled pistol was pointed at the chest
of the befuddled gentleman cowering against the wall. His
arms were outstretched and wavering, with the palms open in
a futile effort to defend himself. He deserved a treat, sort
of a final wish before his death, so I left the grain-thief
and walked up to the Mayor. By standing right in front of
him, I protected him from the pirates nasty threats and
bullets, and I also found that his hands were right at the
level of my breasts. I leaned forwards, and his palms cupped
my soft flesh perfectly, his fingers clenching rhythmically,
kneading insistently. I pull up my dress all the way, so
that his hard hands could touch my warm skin directly. My
nipples were pinched between his fingers. The pirate could
only stare at my backside, with the tee shape of my thong
revealing my cheeks and hiding only my asshole and cunt from
his prying eyes. I teased him by shaking my ass at him, and
marveled at his self-restraint at not attacking my saucy
target. But he remained where he was, preferring to watch me
rub my breasts into the Mayor's hands. One of my own hands
slipped down my belly, and pushed the crotch of my panties
deep into the slippery folds of my cunt. I'm sure the pirate
could see the rounded mound of my cunt, split apart like an
overripe nectarine by my probing finger. When I finally
pulled away from the Mayor, I stood between him and the
pirate, then reached under my short dress and pulled off my
panties. Standing beside the pirate I wiped my wet finger
across his lips and hung the skimpy piece of black nylon on
the barrel of his gun. "Too bad you are more interested in
your pistol than your sword!" I told him, then leapt away
before he changed his mind. The brooding, silent types are
the most dangerous when aroused. I could only hope that I
had distracted him long enough for both the Mayor and I to
escape.
How else could I fool around with these actors who could
only perform again and again, for me alone? Looking around,
I saw a peasant lying on the ground, suffering from some
injury inflicted by the pirate that was running away from
him. His whole body was writhing and heaving, his hands
clutched over his waist, and his jaws were working open and
closed as he emitted a moaning sound. I have always had a
lurid imagination, and immediately, I could see how I might
take advantage of his dilemma. I approached his recumbent
body, then put one foot on either side of his head so that I
was facing his feet. I patiently and deliberately bent my
knees, squatting lower and lower. My white cotton dress
draped around his head, and eventually, my naked cunt
touched his face. I leaned forwards so that I could support
myself with my hands on his bucking thighs, and then
positioned myself carefully so that his long, bony nose
slipped right up between my greasy labia, and his pistoning
jaws touched my clitoris. That was so deliciously perfect.
Despite his painful wound, this man knew what I wanted, what
I had been working up to all day as I started by teasing the
man in the line at Thunder Mountain. Now I had the direct
and persistent contact that my cunt needed so much. My body
arched and I tipped my head back, twisting it so that my
long blond hair whipped about.
As I did this my hands drew up from his thighs and onto his
hips. I found that I had an irresistible temptation to check
out his crotch, although I knew that he too would be a
castrated robot. What a surprise I had when my hands
discovered a hard lump instead of sexless smoothness. It was
big and long and extended straight up toward his navel. Even
through the coarse material of his peasant's costume, I
could feel the heat. I was so into my role-playing that I
just put aside my questions about this robot's construction,
and simply took advantage of the situation. Perhaps it was
the noisy chaos that surrounded me that help maintain my
suspension of disbelief. I quickly unbuttoned his pants and
yanked them down off his bucking hips. His boxer shorts went
next, and then I let my head drop down into his lap, holding
his ass with my hands as my eager mouth enveloped the fat
head of his rigid cock.
The salty taste and pungent odor assaulted my senses and
intensified my unbound fervor. I opened my jaws wide and
consumed the smooth shaft of stony flesh all the way in,
mashing my lips into his wiry pubic hair and washing my
tongue over the underside of his cock. The fingers of one of
my hands insinuated themselves between his thighs, which
were bound together by his bunched-up clothes. I pulled his
balls free from that trap, and lightly tickled him around
the base of his scrotum, which seemed to bring forth even
more of the humping and writhing that had originally been
caused by his mortal injuries. My breasts were pressed hard
into his hands, still clasped over his stomach injury, and I
teased my hard nipples over his knuckles. I rocked my
soaking-wet clitoris back and forth on his munching
mandible, while his nose slid in and out of the entrance of
my vagina with the same tempo as his cock entered my sucking
mouth.
I have no idea how long we kept this up, for time-keeping
was lost in the turbulence within and around me. But
gradually, the rising tide of my orgasm crept up the dikes
defending my libido, eventually surging over the tops of the
embankments and flooding into every nook and cranny of my
quivering body. I snapped my cunt down hard onto his face,
bruising my tender flesh in a compulsive and convulsive
climax that peaked, and then slowly slipped back into the
subsiding river.
Suddenly, the peasant's hands became unfrozen, pulling away
from my gasping chest, then slipping out from under my
tummy, and onto my ass cheeks under the dress. He pushed me
forwards off his face, which helped me realize that he might
have had trouble breathing with my squishy cunt plastered
onto his face. I ended up on my hands and knees, and he took
the opportunity to slide his body out from under me, forcing
my hands and lips to release his throbbing cock. Now he got
up on his own knees behind me, positioning his cock right at
the aperture of my vagina. I awaited his inevitable thrust
forwards, but it did not come. For the first time since I
saw him, he was now rock-steady, a petrified sculpture. So I
took the initiative again, and pushed back with my hands,
pressing my cunt back onto the solid tube of meat. At first,
the wide, flat head resisted my attack, but then, with a
popping sound that I could hear over the cacophony of the
continuing battle, I swallowed up the head, and with a
single thrust backwards, impaled myself completely on his
hot sword. Once again I enjoyed the feeling of his brushy
pubic hair, this time impressed on a different set of wet
lips.
Now it was my turn to test his determination, for I too
could play dead. With his cock fully embedded, I remained
still, only allowing my internal vaginal muscles to tighten
and churn. I knew that he couldn't remain passive for too
long. After a few minutes of my subtle, invisible massage,
his fingers began to dig into my hips harder, matching the
tempo of my clenching cunt. Without warning, he finally
broke under the strain, and jerked his cock out until the
fat head almost broke free, then he plunged it back in
vigorously, almost throwing me off balance onto my face. Of
course, once his patience was gone, he couldn't stop with
just that singular thrust. It was followed by jab after jab
as he crammed his engorged cock in and out of me, captivated
by an animalistic lust that brought grunts of pleasure and
effort from both of us. I attempted to match his furious
lunging with parries of my own, but I could not keep up with
him, so I resorted to bracing myself with my hands out over
my head and my knees spread wide. My breasts swung wildly,
and my nipples grazed lightly over the smooth, hard
floorboards. Occasionally, his pounding thrusts had so much
enthusiasm that they lifted my knees off the ground and
skated me forwards, ever closer and closer to the flaming
building. I could feel the heat on my face from the flames,
and the heat around and within me from the pure, limitless
lust that was kindled by our untamed ardor.
His pace had been accelerating throughout this time, 'til he
reached a jackhammer cadence. But just as suddenly, he
slowed to a complete stop, and I heard an unearthly howl
rise from his throat as his orgasm smashed into his
consciousness. Once again, I took over an active role,
softly riding my ass up and down on his stationary cock. It
was motionless, but not dormant, for I could feel it
twitching and spasming within my milking cunt. I reached
under me and lightly massaged his low-slung balls, and they
immediately escaped my grasp and pulled up high, as his howl
turned into a hoarse, grunting rasp. A series of jerking
spasms shook his body, and I could feel the accompanying
jets of semen blast deep into me. My canal was irrigated
with thick, slimy fluids which leaked out and down onto my
thighs, pooling on the floor beneath our melded genitals..
Eventually, I collected my wits enough to realize that my
knees were killing me, especially now that the peasant had
collapsed his weight onto my back. So I heaved upwards and
to the side, rolling him off of me so that he fell to his
back. His bandanna had come off his head, and his makeup was
smeared. Who was this roguish lover? Even in my wildest
imaginings, I would not accept that a Disney robot could
leave me sitting in a puddle of very tangible and sticky
secretions. I leaned close to be more sure, but I instantly
recognized who it was that had taken part in my "virtual
reality" experience in Pirates of the Caribbean. Only he had
know that I would be in the building, and that I hadn't
exited when he thought I would. Only he could know how to
insinuate himself into the scene of the village being
ravished by the buccaneers. Only he would be responding to
my sassy teasing that got me permission to take the ride.
I was furious for a minute that he had taken advantage of my
self-absorbed involvement with the pirate show. But what did
I really have to be mad about? As he lay there with a sweet
and drunken smile painted across his face (painted also with
the shiny dry secretions that I had left there), how could I
not forgive him. I leaned forwards and kissed him hard,
tasting myself as I slipped my tongue between his slack lips
as I stared into his deep and astonished eyes.
"Would you like to come back to the hotel with me to meet my
sister and her husband? I'm SURE they'll like you." I said
mischievously.
22 Lucy In The Sky
As I write this, it is the beginning of a harsh winter here
in New England. Already, snow covers the ground and vicious
winds cut into my face as I go to the mail box to get the
old-fashioned snail-mail. On the top of the pile is a letter
with a return address that instantly ignites inner flames. I
am transported back to summer, to a time that was warm, for
more than one reason. I run back to the house, sit in front
of my wood stove, and contemplate the envelope. Before even
opening it, I want to enjoy the clear and palpable
recollections of that day in August.
Lucy is a friend who I don't get to see very often. She's a
tiny woman, maybe just five feet tall and 95 pounds, bright
red hair, very pretty with unusually large breasts for her
small frame. We were roommates and great buddies in college,
but now she lives in New York City, and my business rarely
takes me to her vicinity; in fact, I do my best to avoid
going into the Big City. When we do get together, it is
usually for only an hour or two over lunch. So it was, with
both anticipation and trepidation, that I accepted when she
invited me to spend a long weekend at her parents' camp in
the Poconos. A lot of family would be there, and I wasn't
sure if I would fit in. I wasn't even sure if Lucy and I
would really hit it off like we did so many years ago.
Having a lunch date is not the same as being together for
several days!
I drove my cute little Miata down to pick her up, and then
we headed west on I-80. It's amazing how quickly the urban,
domesticated sprawl turns into the untamed forests and hills
of northwestern New Jersey. As we tooted along with the top
down and the wind mussing our hair, I asked Lucy what had
led her to invite me on this trip, when we hadn't done
anything like this before. She kind of danced around the
question, talking about how we really should have done this
years ago. But I could tell she was being evasive. So I
pinned her down with a direct question: "Lucy, something is
going on, isn't it? Are you trying to match me up with
someone? Because if you are, I think you should let me in on
the game plan. I don't like surprises."
OK, I admit that this isn't always true. In fact, I usually
do like a surprise. It gives me a tingle. But I guess I was
trying to keep some amount of blustery equanimity as we
headed into her family's pressure-cooker (or so I pictured
it). I didn't want the awkwardness of a blind date to be
piled on top of everything else. I guess I was a bit
fragile, so I wanted to forbid her from playing the
matchmaker.
It's kind of in my nature to think that I have things like
this figured out, so I was most surprised by Lucy's response
to my somewhat confrontational remarks. "Oh Sue, that's not
it at all. I can see how you might have thought that, and
you're are right that there is something going on. But it is
not about matching you up, it's about matching me up. There
is going to be someone else there, and the idea of seeing
him has me going crazy. I invited you to be with me so that
you can help me through this thing. I was being selfish
about it, and I should have told you what was happening."
It took me while to get Lucy to tell me all about this guy,
but I think I can summarize it by telling you that Lucy has
three siblings. The oldest is a brother, and he has a best
friend named Chet. To hear Lucy tell it, he must be a clone
of Robert Redford. She has had a gigantic secret crush on
Chet since childhood, but instead, he had flings with both
of Lucy's older sisters. Those relationships simmered down
many years ago, and Chet has remained a close family friend,
almost a second brother to all the girls. Because of the
pseudo-familial role that he has, Lucy has never told anyone
how much she desires Chet-it seemed almost incestuous to
her. Plus, he has been married for many of the intervening
years. Since the whole thing makes her nervous, she has
tried to avoid being around him as much as possible. His
family has their camp next to Lucy's family's place, and
when she knew he would be in residence, Lucy would find an
excuse to stay away.
He had been divorced for several years, and Lucy decided
that she couldn't let this infatuation fester anymore. This
was the weekend that she wanted to act on her long-
suppressed passion. At the very least, she needed to tell
him what had been going on for her. Who knew what would
happen after that. My role was to be there for her to
confide in, to support her and to egg her on if her
determination flagged.
"Why me?" I asked, and she answered, "When we were in
college, I could talk to you about these kinds of things,
about crushes and desires and..... even sex. Since then, I
really haven't had someone that I could open up to like
that. I'm sure that you remember some of that. You know, it
was the Sexual Revolution, and we were kind of wild and
crazy."
"Oh yeah," I responded "gaawwdd, I'll bet anything that you
remember that night when your date and mine switched beds in
the middle of the night. They thought we never even knew the
difference,... that they were surreptitiously getting to put
another notch on their pistols by fucking an extra girl that
night. They assumed we were just a couple of dumb bimbos.
But we knew all along, and it was probably more fun for us
than them. They were scared silly that they would get
caught."
"Yea, my guy was so jittery he couldn't get it up Until I
gave him a 20 minute blow job."
Well, the rest of our drive was full of reminiscences that
were even more bawdy than that one. We hadn't been prim and
proper ladies back then, and I had done my best to keep up
that tradition in the 20 years since. It turns out that Lucy
hadn't done the same. Her infatuation with Chet started to
get in the way of her other relationships with men, and many
of those courtships had ended quickly and badly. In a way,
she had been saving herself for Chet, even though he had
been "verboten" because of his marriage and his role in
Lucy's family. There was a lot of importance riding on what
was to happen this weekend. I could see why she was excited
and terrified. It was no accident that our conversation had
drifted inexorably into the theme of the wild sexual
experiences of our youth. This lady was charged up with
unrequited passion. Whatever happened this weekend, I knew
it would lead to the unleashing of these pent-up emotions,
and then Lucy could finally go on with her life. I was
grateful that she had included me in her plans, such as they
were. For in fact, she really didn't know what exactly she
was going to do, just that she was going to do SOMETHING.
If you've read any of my other stories, you know that I can
be easily aroused by the thought of uninhibited sex. And so
our conversation in the car about the "Real-Life Sexual
Adventures of Lucy and Sue-Coeds on a Mission," had me kind
of fired up, and I could feel the sticky secretions
moistening the crotch of my panties. But now I knew that
there was to be no hunky blind date for me on this trip (I
know, I know, before I was ragging on Lucy for being a
matchmaker, and now I'm complaining that she hadn't gotten
someone for me to play with.... there is no satisfying me,
is there?).
My lustful mood was interrupted when we drove into the area
surrounding the so-called "camp." Jeez, talk about an
understatement. I had somehow pictured a little cabin on a
lake, with bare-bones facilities, maybe even an outhouse,
Coleman Stove and Aladdin Lamps. Since I figured we were
roughing it, I had even packed my sleeping bag (which took
up almost half the trunk of my Miata). Well, was I wrong.
The road going into the place had big signs saying "members
only," and then we had to go through a guarded gate, where
Lucy showed a membership card. Eventually, a mile of narrow
(but well-paved) road took us through a verdant golf course,
and then up to the "lodge," as Lucy called it. It was really
a magnificent white clapboard building which reminded me of
a smaller version of the Grand Resort hotels that have all-
but-disappeared in New England. In front of the hotel was a
large square of perfect grass, where Lucy said they held
bowling games. This was not the picture that leapt to mind
when I thought of bowling, but Lucy insisted. As we drove
past the Lodge, a series of clay-surfaced tennis courts were
on our right, and the lake was on the left...., then a
series of beautiful old homes that bordered the lake. None
of these could have been less than 15 rooms, and they were
impeccably maintained. I would have called them small
mansions, but Lucy insisted that they were known to all as
"camps." This was a protected enclave for the old-money
rich, and while it all was tasteful and restrained, I could
not help but visualize that even the branches of the trees
were dripping with the uncountable wealth. When Lucy told me
the names of some of the home-owners, I found that many of
them were easily recognizable-governors, socialites, robber
barons of the past and present. The kind of names that are
etched in marble slabs on the sides of university buildings.
Now I was intimidated about this weekend for another reason;
the idea of meeting famous people scares the dickens out of
me.....
Finally, we pulled into the driveway of Lucy's camp. Perhaps
it wasn't the largest camp in the resort, but it was
impressive and tastefully appointed, inside and out. I had
my own room on the second floor, looking out over the lake.
The view was incredible, with a range of rugged-looking
peaks rising above the expanse of unbroken forest. A few
hours from New York City, and it seemed as if we were
ensconced in the outbacks of Montana or Alaska.
Shortly after we arrived, dinner was served..., and I mean
that literally, as the family had brought along their cook
and maid, who brought us our impeccably prepared meals at
the broad dining room table. Within the formal atmosphere
created by this setting, I became acquainted with all the
family members-Lucy's parents, and her siblings, all of whom
had brought along their "significant others" (none of them
were currently married). After dinner, we all adjourned to
the screened-in porch, where we feasted on the glorious
sunset and made plans for the next day.
Apparently, it was customary to spend the morning partaking
of the various athletic opportunities, and so, before I had
a chance to think about it, I was assigned to compete in a
little tennis tournament, playing doubles with Lucy. I'm not
very good, but everyone said not to worry, and there was
extra tennis clothes and a racquet that I could use. So much
for free will. I was now a cog in the family vacation
machine.
As we rocked in the comfortable chairs watching the last
tendrils of orange and purple disappear from the clear sky,
a newcomer was welcomed onto the porch. Even before I was
introduced, I could tell that he was very much at home with
the entire group, so it was no surprise to discover that
this was the famous Chet. And although Lucy may have
glamorized him a bit, he was much as advertised-tall, blond,
handsome, articulate, and charming. Lucy started to get
giggly, but I kicked her lightly and gave her a stern look,
and she made an effort to be more of a grown-up. When Chet
and Jock (that's Lucy's brother..., what a yuppy name..., in
fact her sisters are named Amber and Ashley!) announced that
they were planning to hike up to Pinnacle Rocks the next
afternoon, I instantly sensed an opportunity, and chirped in
that I'd love to go for a walk too, that's what I came to
the wilderness to do. I gave a meaningful look toward Lucy,
and she agreed to join the group. The boys muttered
something about it not being a "walk," that it was a
difficult climb, but I wasn't going to be put off.
Eventually it was decided that Jock's girlfriend, Dawn,
would come too. When the gathering broke up to head to bed,
Lucy pulled me aside and let me now that she was not certain
she was in good enough shape for the hike, but I took her
meaning to be that she was nervous about being with Chet, so
I wouldn't let her off the hook.
The next morning, we started in early with the tennis
tournament. It was very warm, and within minutes, I was
perspiring heavily. Since I really was not playing up to the
standards of the rest of the competitors, I spent a lot of
time chasing balls. After a while, I noticed that our match
had attracted a large and growing audience..., certainly
more than it deserved. During a changeover between games, I
whispered to Lucy "How come there are so many people
watching us play? Hardly any of the other matches have any
spectators at all."
"You're amazing," she answered, "you really have no idea
that you are the reason for our crowd! Did you notice that
almost all of the people watching are men? Now look down at
your chest."
When I did, I realized that my sweat had made the borrowed
white tennis blouse almost transparent. And since I wasn't
wearing a bra (I almost never do, and I hadn't even brought
on with me on the trip), my breasts and the blunt pink shape
of my nipples were publicly displayed. I'm sure that when I
tried valiantly to chase down a point, I was getting a lot
of bobbing and weaving. Lucy pointed out that displays like
this were not typical of the straight-laced modus operandi
of the resort. But for today, I was an exception to the rule
that was being appreciated by the fans of my pathetic tennis
game. A fleeting moment of embarrassment crossed my mind,
but then I took a "what the hell" attitude about the whole
thing, and spent the rest of the match flaunting my body.
Occasionally I rubbed the strings of my racquet over one of
my nipples, or leaned over to pick up a ball, waving my ass
in the direction of an admirer. Interestingly enough, my
tennis game improved markedly, perhaps because I saw the
sport as having more than one level of challenge. I started
to feel a familiar tingle of sexual excitement that came
from the naughty thrill of exhibiting to these strangers.
Lucy gave me a wink and said "you're really enjoying this,
aren't you?"
"Oh yes," I responded, "I'm thinking about all the hard-ons
that I've provoked, and the fantasies that are being spun by
all these repressed male psyches." She slapped her racquet
hard (and playfully) on my rear, getting a good laugh from
our audience.
After the tennis, we showered, and I could only wish that
there was enough time for me to fully relieve the heightened
sexual tension that had grown inside me. As it was, I could
only tease myself with a few rushed caresses through my
slick labia, with my finger and then with the hard, rounded
bar of soap. My clitoris was hard as a bone, and my lips
were puffy, but I would have to wait until later to take the
time I needed to satisfy my persistent hunger, for I could
hear Lucy calling for me to hurry. So I put on some hiking
attire, and the three girls packed a lunch, while the boys
studied the maps, packed up blankets, cameras, and
binoculars, and tried to rush us along. Traditional gender
role stereotypes prevailed here. Eventually the five of us
set off on a trail behind the lodge building.
Now it was midday, and even hotter than before. The trail
was very rugged, showing little signs of regular use. Jock
said that this was beyond the capacity of most of the guests
at the resort, so we would certainly see no one else along
the way. Lazing along the beach front was the customary
activity for the afternoons. For us, it was grunting,
panting, and sweating, with little breath left for talking.
Eventually, I got my second wind, and achieved a sort of
trance-like rhythm. Most of the time, I followed behind
Jock, and the view of his butt cheeks and thighs clenching
and jiggling were adding to my heightened sense of my
libido.
Then, suddenly, Jock's foot slipped on a patch of greasy
moss, and his ankle turned over. He fell to the side and
then backwards, and I blocked his slide. His ankle was badly
sprained. Chet suggested that he drag himself a few more
yards up the trail, to a spot where a large stream crossed
the path. There was a pool of beautiful water nestled
amongst the boulders and trees, and Jock sat with his
injured foot dangling in the cool water while Dawn rubbed
his shoulders and fussed over what could be done. Chet and
Jock concluded that an hour or two of cooling the ankle in
the stream would help, so we left Jock and Dawn there with
their share of the rations, while Lucy, Chet and I continued
onwards and upwards. For the purposes that I had in mind for
the afternoon, five was a crowd, but three was... well
something else.
Lucy was now following Chet, and every once in while she
would look back at me with a kind of glazed look. I guessed
that her close-up observation of Chet's cute butt was having
an effect on her libido. Now I noticed Lucy had copied my
fashion statement from this morning; she had dressed without
putting on her bra. Since her breasts are much larger than
mine, they swung around freely as we scrabbled up the
terrain, which was becoming more rocky. Eventually, we broke
though the tree line and emerged onto the bald peak. It was
fairly flat up there, and the stony surfaces were worn
smooth by the centuries of harsh weather. The sun beat down
through the windless air, and we were surrounded by the 360
degree panorama. The lake seemed so many miles away; I
couldn't believe we had come so far. The surroundings seemed
so isolated, so timeless, so secret... as if we could see
the world, but the world had lost track of us. The feeling
of freedom and enchantment filled my soul, and I without
willing it, I found myself bounding around on the low
outcroppings of rock, acting out some improvised pseudo-
tribal dance. I began yelping and hollering, hearing the
amplified echoes that reminded me of my enchanted night at
Lake Powell (see Sue's 20th: "Kachina"). My hair flailed
around my head, slapping against my neck in sweaty ropes.
I suddenly remembered that I had company up here, and when I
glanced over at Chet and Lucy, they were looking at me
strangely, like I was a Martian. I stopped my dancing and
walked back over to them. We talked about it, and it turns
out that when Chet went mountain climbing, he had a kind of
personal tradition of sitting quietly looking out into
space, kind of a transcendental meditation. I asked him if
my dancing and celebrating interfered with his doing his own
thing, and he admitted that he found my way of celebrating
to be "interesting." I guess that this was a high compliment
from a dyed-in-the-wool yuppy. Then Lucy said that it looked
like more fun than sitting still, so I grabbed her hand, and
pulled her into my dance, where we stretched our arms, and
chased imaginary fairies, and generally lost all our
inhibitions to the goddess of the sun. Chet finally joined
us, tentatively at first, but eventually with more
enthusiasm. An entrancing effect took over, and Chet and
Lucy seemed to gravitate toward each other, driven by some
primal force of nature. They started to circle each other,
eyes locked on each other as their movements became more
sensuous. Their attention was not on me, so I took advantage
of the opportunity to strip off my wet clothes, flinging the
garments and boots onto the rocks to dry. Normally, they
might be shocked by my nudity, but they seemed not to
notice! I continued my liquid dance for a while, then I
stepped up behind Lucy and raised her hands straight up into
the air. Leaving her arms like that, I reached down to the
hem of her tee shirt and quickly pulled it up over her
heaving breasts, and then all the way off. Chet was
mesmerized, and Lucy offered neither encouragement nor
resistance.
So I circled around behind Chet and stripped off his shirt,
just as I had done for Lucy. Then I reached down to his
pants and unbuckled his belt, then slid his loose shorts and
boxers down to his ankles. He lifted his feet so that I
could get them off completely. Looking at Lucy, I could see
her eyes filled with primal fires, as she eagerly took in
the view of Chet's naked body. Her hands came up to her
breasts and started to knead the meaty flesh. So I again
returned to her rear and pulled down her pants. Now they
were both nude, except for their hiking boots. Although I
had removed mine, it seemed like too much of an interruption
to try to take off their footwear, for they were both
transported deeply into erotic trances. I was enjoying being
the facilitator, the servant of their long-repressed
desires.
And the desire was so obvious. Chet's erection jutted out
from his crotch like a mighty tree growing from a luxurious
garden of blond pubic hair. His pink hairless balls swung
freely between his spread thighs as he swayed sinuously. My
hands slid up Lucy's slippery flanks, over her shoulders,
and through her coppery hair, combing out the tangles so
that her full mane hung down over her breasts, with her
nipples poking out through the clumpy strands. Then my hands
slipped under her armpits, so that they could cup under her
heavy breasts, pushing them upwards and forwards in an
offering to Chet. His hands reached out to accept the gifts,
spreading his fingers over the heaving swells, then down to
her chocolate colored nipples. His touch brought a surge of
blood into the sensitive flesh, puffing the nipples up into
hard rounded mounds that poked between his quivering
knuckles. When Lucy's fingers intertwined with his, I pulled
my hands away.
The support that I had provided to her breasts seemed to
have been the last thing that held up her body, and she
sagged back against me. My breasts pressed into her back. I
gradually allowed both of our bodies to sink to the ground,
where we settled onto a warm slab of smooth granite,
cushioned by a thick blanket that Chet and Lucy had spread
out when we first arrived at the peak. Lucy's ass nested
into the wide vee of my thighs, and her back reclined
against my breasts. My hot nipples bored holes through her
matted red hair and into the sweat-cooled skin over her
shoulder blades. My arms angled out behind me so that I
could support both of us. Chet kneeled on the ground in
front of us. I lifted my feet and brought them up and over
Lucy's legs, hooking my heels over her thighs. Ever so
gradually, I tugged outwards with my feet, pulling her legs
apart. The core of her physical sexuality was unveiled for
Chet, who was staring unabashedly into Lucy's crotch. My
view was blocked, but I knew that he was seeing the tangled
bush of dark red hair slowly split into two halves, with her
puffy outer lips framing a vertical line. I could imagine
that line becoming broader, then it too splitting, showing a
stripe of brighter pink, glistening with her secretions.
Those juices filled the air with the natural perfume of
arousal. It was a spicy fragrance that acted to take their
hypnotic trance even further into the state of total primal
lust.
While Chet's stare was glued to Lucy's inviting cunt, I
guessed that her own attention was similarly drawn to his
crotch. I tilted my head to the side so that I could look
over her shoulder, and I was able to examine his entire
upper body as he continued to kneel in front of us. His
tanned muscular torso glistened with perspiration, and
featured his tiny pink nipples that contrasted so greatly
with Lucy's full breasts and huge swollen nipples. His
stomach was hard and rippled like the proverbial washboard,
and he hadn't even a hint of the extra rolls of flesh that
afflict many men and women in their forty's.
But my attention didn't remain too long on his upper body,
for my focus was easily attracted by the twitching movement
of Chet's cock. It projected out from his groin-hard, white,
and smooth, as if it was sculpted from alabaster, curving
upwards in a perfect arc that left the exposed glans
pointing toward his face. The reflexive movements were
erratic and frequent, actually energized by the deliciously
erotic tableau laid out in front of him. Further evidence of
his involuntary reaction to Lucy came in the form of the
glassy droplets of pre-cum that bubbled from the dark slit
at the tip of his purplish-pin cockhead. Some of that clear
liqueur ran down the snaking shaft of his cock in shining
streaks, but several times, his swollen flesh jerked so
violently that a droplet of liquid was flung into the air.
When one of those viscous globules landed on the bare sole
of my left foot, I felt a kinky tickle as it drooled down
across the sensitive sole and onto my heel. I lifted that
foot high up and inwards, and with my forehead, I nudged
Lucy's head forward. She knew what I wanted, for it was also
her desire. She grasped my foot in her left hand and pulled
it toward her face. Her tongue lapped up the salty, slimy
pre-cum like a cat sipping a bowl of milk. The roughness of
her tongue tickled even more. She moaned deeply, and then I
saw her right hand reach up to my foot. I thought that
perhaps I was letting my own presence distract her from her
true obsession-Chet. But then I realized that her moan had
come only partly from the sensation of tasting Chet's pre-
cum; that sound was also triggered by her own fingers as
they dug deep into her cunt, scooping out a dollop of her
vaginal secretions. She painted the thin juices over my
toes, and then presented her gift to Chet, who eagerly
sucked them into his mouth one by one, cleaning Lucy's
pungent potion from my ticklish toes.
As the two of them enjoyed their "sole food" appetizers,
their eyes were locked on each other's. It was long past
time for the overdue first kiss, so I reached out with both
my feet, which were certainly no longer necessary to keep
Lucy's thighs splayed wide apart. I hooked my toes around
both sides of Chet's neck and pulled him toward Lucy. As he
leaned forwards, his knees scooted up closer to Lucy's'
crotch, and his hands touched the blanket on either side of
my hips. Their lips attached as if drawn together by
powerful magnets. They were so close to my own face that I
couldn't really focus my eyes. But I could hear the smacking
and slurping, and even the occasional harsh click of teeth
colliding with teeth, as their tongues dueled in the wet
confines of their eager mouths. Lucy had been waiting and
fantasizing about this first kiss for most of her life, and
judging by Chet's fervent enthusiasm, I had to surmise that
the fantasies ran on a two-way street.
Of course, when Chet's head had come forwards to kiss Lucy,
my feet couldn't maintain their position. After all, as
unusual as my position was at that moment, I'm not a circus
contortionist. So I had to let my heels slide down Chet's
arms, and then I tucked them inside his elbows. My feet were
unerring as they homed in on Chet's rigid cock, and I
cradled it's heated length between my soles, making a
perfect "weiner in a bun" arrangement. My toes slid around
on his bulging, slippery cockhead, and my heels pressed in
just above his testicles. At this point I could only see
blurry hair and glistening shoulders against a background of
azure blue skies and the blinding hot sun.
Lucy's hands came to rest on my ankles, and she used my feet
like tools to caress Chet's cock for a few strokes. But I
knew she wanted more direct contact, so I correctly
anticipated it when she pushed my feet aside so that she
could grip his hard-as-wood cock in her fingers. She pulled
it away from his navel trying to aim it at her waiting cunt.
But the stiffness of his erection resisted her attempts, and
her hips were too low to ever line up with his groin. This
required a bit of repositioning, so I lay back on the
blanket completely, pulling Lucy back with me. Grabbing her
waist, I pulled upwards, so that she slid on top of me, her
ass cheeks right over my cunt. This only worked because she
was so petite. Her head rested on the top of my breasts, and
her hair draped to the ground on both sides of my neck. To
make myself more comfortable, I pulled some clothes under my
head to form a small pillow. Her legs fell over and outside
of mine, and Chet repositioned himself with his knees inside
of mine. Now he could lean forwards more, and Lucy was
higher up. Within seconds of arranging this new geometry,
Chet was rubbing his cock's swollen head up and down Lucy's
cunt, pushing her matted red pubic hair and puffy labia
aside. Each time he bumped over her hard clitoris, her
entire body shuddered and she drew in her breath sharply. If
I didn't know better, I might have assumed that she was in
pain, but the fact that her thighs were splaying wider and
wider with each of these twitches was proof that she was
welcoming the attack on her hard nubbin of pleasure.
Lucy begged Chet to put his cock into her, and he did stop
swabbing her cunt and positioned himself right at the
entrance to her gaping vagina. I grasped her knees in my
hands, pulling them even more outwards, so that her thighs
were stretched wide open. Still Chet waited, and Lucy
beseeched him again. I suppose he wanted to be gentle by
controlling his mounting lust..., or perhaps it was also a
macho thing about being in control. But I remembered well
from our college days that Lucy was no fragile porcelain
doll, despite her petite physique. She and her boyfriends
had kept me awake many nights with their fast, furious, and
noisy sexcapades. And now especially, with the long-building
anticipation, I knew her vagina was well lubricated and
ready.
So I lifted my feet from the ground and put them on Chet's
hips. Pulling inward, he still resisted for a few seconds,
and then I felt him begin to relent. I released his hips,
lifted my feet as high as I could, and then slammed my heels
down hard into his tightly muscled ass cheeks. The forceful
blow spurred Chet forwards so that his cock thrust swiftly
into Lucy's cunt. If she had not wanted this deep intrusion,
she could have protected herself with her hands. But
instead, her arms wrapped around his head and pulled him
onto the top of the pile. Fortunately, he was considerate
enough to keep his full weight from bearing down on Lucy and
me. Sounds that are hard to describe emanated from deep in
her lungs..., sort of a quivering exultant wail.
That first thrust was followed inevitably by more. Pretty
soon, my discomfort was exacerbated by the rollicking
fucking that bore down on my hips and back. With a mighty
push, I made it clear that they should roll over to the
side. This maneuver ended up with Lucy astride Chet, still
connected together. Without missing a beat, Lucy started
bobbing up and down, riding his cock with all the eagerness
and enthusiasm that I remembered so well from college. In
the intervening years, she may have become more reserved
about sex, but I guess it's like learning to ride a bicycle.
Chet grabbed her hips and attempted to meet her bounces with
upthrusts of his own. For a while, he kept pace, but soon,
he gave up and simply lay still and let Lucy impale herself
again and again on his immobile phallus. Her large firm
breasts were dancing around wildly on her chest until Chet
brought his hands up to try to capture them. His fingers
pinched in on the fat brown nipples, which brought even more
pleasure to Lucy's overstimulated flesh. Her matted red hair
fluttered around her neck and whipped over the back of
Chet's hands. Sweat ran down her back in sparkling rivulets,
imitating thousands of liquid effervescent diamonds
trickling along the contrasting pale skin and small dark
freckles.
Still she wanted more, so Lucy pulled one of Chet's hands
from her bosom and pulled it to her crotch, with his palm
upwards. Now the tips of his fingers could stimulate her
clitoris as the protruding ridge of his cockhead raked along
the soft tissues inside her vagina, stimulating her G spot.
Lucy was possessing the object of her long-repressed
desires, and she was possessed by her unfathomable lust.
Later, there would be time for the two of them to enjoy more
leisurely lovemaking. Now, they were rutting like the
animals that we all are, when the inhibitions don't restrain
us.
Only minutes after I had initiated their first fuck with my
kick-start, they were both transported into a magical state
of total, full-body, heart-stopping orgasm. Chet's facial
muscles clenched tight and his eyes clamped shut. His hips
became animated once more, while Lucy stopped at the tops of
her stroke, allowing Chet to stab his cock as deeply as he
could with his back arched and his ass off the blanket. I
thought Lucy would be toppled if her knees left the ground.
Lucy let her head tip back and her body shook and shivered.
Seconds (or was it minutes!) ticked past as they froze in a
state of total rapture. Rhythmic jolts rippled through
Chet's body as he splattered his semen in jets against her
cervix. Eventually, some of that thick milky liquid leaked
out from where the root of his cock was clenched between her
cunt lips, and it pooled in the tendrils of his blond pubic
hair. When finally Chet's hips fell back to the blanket, his
cock drew out from her cunt and then flopped wetly onto his
stomach. Lucy lowered her open cunt down onto its softening
length, gently swiping up and down, smearing their
intermingled juices all around the heaving pink skin of his
tummy. Then she fell forwards into his passionate embrace,
and their spent bodies rolled to the side. Within seconds,
Chet was fast asleep. Lucy turned to me with a dreamy look.
When I asked how this measured up to her fantasies, she
replied with a slurred tongue, "Oh shit, that was better
that I could ever have imagined. I have never been so
unrestrained, so totally inside the experience......, if was
like some kind of mystical out-of-body thing. I was all
feelings. Physical feelings, emotional feelings, maybe even
spiritual feelings. No interference from the intellectual
side of things, no thought of the past, the future, of what
other people would think...., just the here and now. It was
magic. Thanks you so much for helping us get this to happen,
and for being here to witness it. I'm not sure that I would
believe it really did happen if you weren't here to convince
me it wasn't all a dream..
"But what about you, Sue,...... you must be horny as all
hell now. I know I would be if I watched this wild stuff
only inches from my face. Why don't you take care of
yourself."
And then Lucy told me to sit on the smooth rock right in
front of her, and to masturbate. And I did, right in front
of her, within a couple of feet of Chet's unknowing head! I
tried to take her inspiration and let the complete freedom
of uninhibited lust take over my whole being. Even at the
initial touch of my fingers to my dripping cunt, the first
pangs of orgasm jolted through my nervous system like an
electrical shock. Just a few light strums across the hard
little prong of my clitoris brought me instantly to the full
flowering of my climax. Lucy told me later that my cries of
joy awakened Chet, and his eyes opened to the view of my
body as I hunched down onto my palpating fingers.
That was certainly quite the first day at the "camp." And we
all had three more days to spend together. Needless to say,
those hours were spent figuring out excuses to absent
ourselves from the hustle and bustle of the family
schedules. While Lucy's parents must have considered me to
be an ungracious guest, I know that Lucy and Chet found me
to be the best of company. Perhaps I'll tell you about the
rest of that weekend some other time.
23 Red Hot
In the context of this newsgroup, you all know me as an
enthusiastic lover of adventurous sex. But I also take great
pleasure from my work life, where I get to meet and
socialize with many fascinating people. My business calls on
me to consult with organizations that want to improve the
decor of their offices. Normally, this means businesses and
office complexes that want to make their sterile cubicles
and hallways more human and hospitable. When the principal
of an elementary school in my area called to ask about my
services, I was genuinely surprised. I wouldn't have thought
that schools would be able to afford the art work and fine
appointments that are usually the basis of my advice. But he
explained that a group of local artists had volunteered to
donate their paintings and sculptures. The principal (John)
felt there needed to be a consultant to help select from the
available works and fit them into the existing environment
of the school building.
At this point in the conversation, I was figuring out how to
tactfully let him know that this wasn't the job for me. I
envisioned paint-by-number seascapes, popsicle-stick
sculpture, and Elvis-on-black-velvet... and I didn't want to
be the arbiter of this kind of pseudo-art. But before I
could give voice to my refusal, John started to list a few
of the artists that had offered to donate their pieces.
Somehow, this small community in rural New England had
attracted a loosely-knit colony of accomplished masters of
the visual arts. I was intrigued by the possibility of
working with these people, and the concept of incorporating
great and challenging art works into the backdrop for young
students' education was alluring. When the principal asked
me what I would charge for consulting, I tapped into the
more generous side of my personality, and offered to serve
the school on a gratis basis. After all, these artists were
willing to trade in the five- and six-digit prices that
their works could normally fetch on the open market, for the
gratification of helping the school. Who was I to ask for
more?
As a way to warm-up to the project, I asked John if I could
come for a visit to the school, to see the building and meet
some of the teachers. It is a tenet of my business that the
people who occupy a building are really my clients, and I
always seek to determine what they want.
When the day arrived for my visit to the school, I awoke an
hour before my alarm was set to go off. I lay there in bed
for a while trying to fall back asleep, but I could tell
that it wasn't going to be possible. Normally, I'm a sound
sleeper. When I have insomnia, I know from experience that
it is because something is troubling me. I knew what it was.
The prospect of going to an elementary school put me out of
my comfort zone. My active sexual life, and my inclination
to fantasize graphically about the people I meet, was
completely at odds with the situation I would be in. Without
any equivocation, I draw the line sexually when it comes to
underage kids. I was lying in bed worrying about how to
control my impulses in this inappropriate context. With time
on my hands, I decided to take the edge off my natural high-
pitched lustful appetite. With no partner to help me out, I
took matters into my own hands. From the bedside stand, I
took out a printout of a story that a had been written for
me by a fan of my stories. With the dawn's soft light
illuminating the words, I read this man's well-written
fantasy of how we got together, and how we engaged in the
most energetic and kinky sexual games. The second half of
the story focused on how he pulled his long, hard cock out
of my grasping cunt and slowly snaked it into my asshole.
This writer knew in advance that I am not inclined toward
real anal sex. My experiments in this area have been totally
unsuccessful, involving discomfort and pain. Pain is not
something that I think of as sexual and exhilarating. But he
also knew that I like a bit of teasing around the edges of
my asshole, and that I was fascinated by the fact that being
fucked in the ass works wonders for at least a few women. So
his story got me worked up very quickly. I propped myself up
on an elbow, and held the pages in my left hand, as my right
hand wormed into the tight space between the mattress and my
hips. As usual, I was sleeping in the nude, so my fingers
were able to find the accessible objective between my
thighs. My level of arousal was evident by the slippery
moisture that lubricated the inner folds of my labia. As his
story built gradually to its climax, my fingers insinuated
themselves more and more insistently into those puffy flaps
of skin, chasing and trapping the hard nub of clitoral
flesh. Instinctively, my hips began to rise and fall against
the resistance of my hand and the mattress. As the
fictitious man in the story reached his orgasm, stimulated
by my mythically compliant asshole, clutching and pulsing
around his throbbing cock, my own very real orgasm soared
from a gentle pianissimo into a full-blown crescendo. My
face burrowed into the papers while my fingers strummed over
my clitoris, struggling to keep contact as my hips humped
and pumped uncontrollably.
Two hours later, I was on-site at the school, getting a tour
of the facility. My masturbatory therapy had worked
wonderfully, for I was now in the appropriate frame of mind
for the task and the setting. And I was fascinated by the
challenge that it presented. It was a very new building,
basically well designed but too clean and cold for my
tastes. Many of the walls stretched up 10 or 15 feet, and
were decorated on the lower portion with the product of the
youngster's art classes. But above the six-foot line, it was
nothing but silver-gray cinder block-lots of space to
showcase the masterworks that I chose from the studios of
the artists. Occasionally, John and I would stop in to a
classroom. To my untrained and unaccustomed eyes, each of
these rooms appeared to be a chaotic storm of pandemonium,
but John proudly gave me an overview of the educational
philosophy of the school, and I started to see how much
learning and productive activity was taking place in the
midst of the seeming chaos. And the smiles on the kids'
faces were contagious, infecting me with the enthusiasm and
idealism that pervade the whole place.
My world is inhabited almost entirely by adults, both in my
work and play. So this was such a different environment for
me. As John and I whisked from room to room, I was
fascinated by the behaviors and attitudes of the kids. I was
introduced to the teachers in each class, but they didn't
make much of an impression on me..., until we entered Polly
Trinka's third grade classroom. In the center of a swarming
mass of 8 year olds was a stunningly beautiful and serene
woman. Polly Trinka was thin and tall, and her natural
charisma was almost instantly apparent to me. Above and
beyond all the things that registered on my consciousness in
those first moments, it was her hair that really knocked me
out. It was the most radiant shade of orange-red that I had
ever seen on a person, almost as if the swirling strands
were composed of burning embers in a campfire, lit from
within by the fiery heat.
John must have noticed my interest in Polly's classroom;
when we left her room and entered the relative quiet of the
hallway, he remarked that she was clearly the most beloved
and effective teacher in the school. All the parents want to
get their children into her class, the kids get the highest
scores on standardized tests, and the other teachers and
administrators respected her so much that she was asked to
be principal a few years ago. It was only the fact that she
refused the promotion-preferring to keep her hands-on
connection with the kids-that made John's administrative
appointment possible.
John went on for a few minutes elaborating Polly's
attributes. When I finally got the chance to respond, I said
"It's obvious that she has something special going on, and
the one thing you didn't mention about her must be the thing
that everyone notices first."
"Oh, you mean her hair, don't you?" John said. "It really is
amazing isn't it....?" And his voice trailed off in
embarrassment. I could tell by John's gushing description of
Polly that he was an admirer, and in a way that was more
than just professional. And I had already noticed that John
was not married (to be honest, I check out the left hand of
most men that I meet within a few minutes!). Similarly, I
had also seen that Polly did wear a wedding band. I had to
wonder what it was like for her husband, living with someone
so seemingly perfect and esteemed? There were obvious
aspects of her personality that her friends saw as being
"nice." But for someone who had to live with her, she might
be perceived as prudish, condescending and orthodox. Her
beauty and charisma might serve her well in her professional
life, yet interfere with her intimate and sexual life. I
found it impossible to picture her engaged in wild and kinky
sex. Probably her limit was the missionary position once-
per-month, in her king-sized bed with the lights out. What a
waste!
Anyway, as we compared our impressions about the remarkable
Polly Trinka, our discussion was interrupted by the school
bell, signifying the end of the school day. The hall that
John and I were standing in was instantly filled with the
random, Brownian motion of the laughing, screaming
youngsters. Within five minutes, the corridor was again
silent, and we proceeded to the conference room for our
meeting with the teachers. Twelve of them attended, and I
was glad to see that Polly was there. We went around the
room introducing ourselves, and one man was of particular
interest to me, for two reasons. First of all, he was the
art teacher for the school, so this related to my consulting
job. Secondly, his name was Michael Trinka, and he sat right
next to Polly. Math isn't my strength, but I can put one and
one together-the two of them were married. And what an
interesting contrast they made. Whereas Polly came across as
refined and ethereal, Michael was very earthy, with burly
Eastern-European features. Not that he was fat: he was big
and muscular and swarthy, and just as Polly's hair was her
signature characteristic, Michael's hair was dramatic. His
head, cheeks, and chin were covered with dense, brushy black
hair, and even the backs of his hands sprouted with long
dark curls.
I was also intrigued by the way the two if them interacted
during the meeting. Generally, the tone of the discussion
was positive and constructive. Many of the participants had
good ideas about where the artwork should and shouldn't be
placed, and which of the artists were most appropriate. But
there were plenty of friendly disagreements amongst the
teachers and, most memorably, between Michael and Polly.
Michael was a proponent of elegant, peaceful, objective
pieces, whereas Polly was in favor of large, powerful and
anarchic works. Each spoke persuasively and fervently for
their positions, yet they provided respectful space for each
other to speak, and they listened intently as the other
spoke. When Polly's position eventually garnered the support
of all the other teachers, Michael was magnanimous in
defeat, granting that Polly's ideas (having to do with
challenging the sensibilities of the students) were probably
best for the school.
After two hours, the meeting finally broke up. Several
teachers came up to me to emphasize their enthusiasm for the
project. Finally, I broke away and walked over to where
John, Michael and Polly were sitting, engaged in a
continuation of their previous debate. When I sat down with
them, I complimented Polly and Michael on how skillfully
they handled their differing opinions. Michael laughed and
said that their life together was full of juxtapositions.
Their backgrounds, their politics, their personalities, and
of course their appearances were almost entirely in
opposition, yet they loved each other so much that they had
struggled to find a way to build on their differences.
This was fascinating stuff. I wanted to know more about how
this worked for them, but before I got to ask another
question, Polly said she had missed lunch so that she could
talk to some parents about their kids, so she was starving.
She invited me to come to their home for dinner. I asked if
John could come as well; I didn't want to be a third wheel,
and I was attracted to him anyway. Perhaps my mischievous
elf was whispering in my ear, for I hadn't forgotten about
John's unstated infatuation with Polly, and I wanted to see
how that would play out. While I was within the environment
of the elementary school, I had no trouble restraining my
libidinous thoughts. But now the image of being away from
the school with four interesting people got my juices
flowing, both figuratively and literally. My expectations
were tempered by my expectation that Polly was too much of a
goody-two-shoes to be interested in anything wild and kinky.
But perhaps John and I could slip away early and act on our
impulses.
I haven't described John yet. He matched my stereotypical
image of a principal-intellectual, politically cautious and
astute, clean-cut and genteel. And very handsome, too, with
sandy brown hair and a long thin nose holding up his horn-
rimmed glasses. Compared to Polly and Michael, John was kind
of "white bread," but I found him easy to talk to, and I
think that we had been unconsciously flirting with each
other all day. My read was that he would be available for a
fling if I wanted, and that he would be an attentive and
enthusiastic (if somewhat conventional) lover. I had
successfully held my erotic predilections at bay since my
morning masturbation, but now that we were making plans to
leave the school building, I was happy to let the free and
erotic spirits back into my consciousness.
Anyway, we all trundled off to our cars, and I followed the
Trinkas' car for about 10 minutes, until we arrived at their
home. It turns out that Michael had built it himself after
he got out of college. It was obviously handmade, with
unusual angles and materials incorporated into every room
and surface. Here was an art teacher that could do more that
just teach. He was a true creator, bubbling over with
inventive energy. Everything about the house flowed
seemlessly, leaving the overall impression of a comfortable
and alive home. There was something sensuous and personal
about it.
Polly was in charge of the meal for the night (they took
turns), so she assigned the three of us to chop vegetables
and start some pasta, while she disappeared up a ladder into
the loft to change out of her "teaching outfit," as she
called it. As I was slicing the zucchini, Michael felt
compelled to let me know that my technique was somewhat
unsafe. He offered to show me a better way to grip the
knife, and when I agreed, he sidled up beside me and held my
fingers to place my thumb and index finger on either side of
the blade. I could smell his musky, masculine scent. I could
feel the strength in his hands and arms. His sexual
magnetism was just as strong as the more ethereal charisma
that emanated from Polly's personality... another one of
their many contrasts. That erotically charged feeling of
anticipation that I am so fond of was beginning to pervade
my body.
Then Polly reentered the kitchen. What a transformation! Her
so-called "teaching outfit" was beautifully tailored, and
modest to the point of being frumpy. Now her attire was chic
and sexy. She was wearing dark green spandex Capri pants,
and her silk blouse was sheer and silvery-white. From the
way that the glistening fabric was pushed from side to side
as she walked, I could tell right away that her breasts were
unconstrained by a brassiere. And if she was wearing
panties, they didn't telegraph any impression through the
skin-tight fabric of her pants. She was barefoot, and her
hair, which had earlier been done up in a loose bun atop her
head, was now free to waft down onto her shoulders,
emphasizing even more the shimmering radiance of her carrot-
colored tresses. She had mutated from a Pollyann-ish
schoolmarm to a provocative vixen in only a few minutes.
I was stunned by the change. When I turned to see how John
reacted to the sight of this siren, I could see that his
stirring of the pasta was preempted by the stirring of his
passions.
Polly spoke directly to John, saying "If I didn't know
better, I'd be worrying that your eyeballs are going to pop
right out of their sockets. I realize that you are used to
seeing me in a particular way: as the dedicated
schoolteacher; as the maternal care-giver; and as the
meticulously proper and trusted guardian of the
impressionable youth of our town. But I hope that you can
see that I'm not that serious and predictable all of the
time. The same goes for Michael. Sometimes, we just have to
let our hair down." She emphasized this thought by flipping
her glowing mane around her shoulders. "Perhaps you, too,
have had thoughts and feelings that you wouldn't want to
talk about at a PTO meeting. Hopefully, you've had the
opportunity to act out some of those taboos."
As we finished the preparation of dinner, and then sat down
to eat the delightful feast, we had an amazing discussion.
Each of us had the chance to talk freely about the tricky
separations that needed to be maintained-between our
professional lives and our natural appetites for private
experiences and pleasures. And Polly, Michael, and I had
plenty of experiences and pleasures to share with the
others. The two of them had plenty of bawdy tales to tell,
especially from times that predated their relocation to this
town. Since then, they had been much more discreet in their
behavior.
When I told them that I got a particular kick from writing
erotic stories for alt.sex.stories on the Internet, they
looked at each other and burst into laughter. It turns out
that they were avid followers of the Newsgroup, and that
they were fans of my work. The fact that I was, in person,
much as I described myself online, was a wonderful surprise.
This had been the subject of much disagreement between the
two of them. Polly found my online personae to be entirely
believable, but Michael had surmised that SueNH was probably
a flabby, lonely guy who got off on the impersonation of a
libertine woman. Weren't they glad that Polly was right
about that!?
John had been so silent during this whole discussion of our
past lives. But the mention of the Internet and the sex-
related newsgroups finally brought him to the point of
opening up. He too was a reader of alt.sex.stories, as well
as many of the picture and discussion groups. In particular,
he was always on the lookout for stories and pictures of
redheads.
When he said that, and then realized the implications of
what he had said, he turned scarlet with embarrassment. The
passage of time was suspended for a few moments of silence.
Then Polly broke into a broad and comforting smile. She
tried to put him at ease, telling him that she was
flattered, that she was probably typical of most women in
the sense that she enjoyed being looked at and appreciated.
More talk ensued on this subject, and gradually, John
admitted that his fascination with redheads had begun when
he had met Polly. He knew that her marriage made her
"untouchable," so he played out his fantasies in private.
Michael asked John if he thought about Polly when he
masturbated.
"Oh, yes," he replied. "I hope that I'm not offending you,
but it's true. And I'm glad to finally get a chance to talk
about this."
"I'm not bothered in the least. If I didn't have Polly to
enjoy in the flesh, I'd be just like you-enjoying her
vicariously. Maybe Sue can write one of her stories, telling
all of us what it would be like if you and Polly really got
to act out these dreams of yours."
"Well," I explained, "I'm not entirely sure that I have any
ideas about how this would play out. I need more suggestions
from you guys." This was somewhat disingenuous of me, since
I certainly could have written the story based on the basic
premises that had already been established. But I love
hearing about people's hidden, kinky fantasies, and I hoped
to encourage more and more revealing confessions, perhaps
for my story, and perhaps just because I get off on hearing
this kind of stuff from real people.
Anyway, Polly pushed her chair away from the table and said
"Well, dinner is finished. Let's adjourn to the living room
and see where this conversation leads."
When we got there, Polly said "Sue, I only met you today,
and while I've known John for many years, it has always been
entirely within the setting of our professional
relationship. I don't want to propose anything that is
beyond the boundaries that you all are comfortable with. But
it's been months since Michael and I have gotten to let down
our hair." That was the second time that she had used that
illustrative phrase. "All this talk about sex has gotten me
very aroused. And John, your flattery for my hair, and
presumably, the rest of my body, makes me want to act on
your suggestions.
"Michael, I know that you want to stay and watch. You just
love to see me fucking another man. And I'd love to have you
be here too, Sue. If you want to get it on with my husband,
I can assure you that he'll be a great lover. And he has the
hots for you. On the way home from school, he told me how
much he'd like to fuck you. Now that he knows that you are
the famous SueNH, I'll bet my ass that his cock is trying to
tear a hole in his pants."
John was paralyzed with shock. His mouth was hanging open,
and his eyes were glazed and wide. Polly took the
initiative; she walked over to where he sat on the couch,
placed a knee on either side of his hips, and sat her butt
down on his thighs. She leaned forward to kiss him hard on
the lips, and she grabbed her long hair in both hands and
engulfed his entire face in the shimmering object of her
desire. Then her hands trailed down to his chest and
unbuttoned his shirt. John came partially to his senses, and
he tentatively massaged her shoulders and back through the
oily silk fabric. Polly finished with his buttons and pushed
the shirt over his shoulders and part way down his arms,
trapping them at his sides. She was enjoying being in
control.
As Polly unbuttoned her own blouse, Michael took hold of my
hand and led me over to the couch so that I could sit right
next to John and Polly. His hoarse whispers filled my ears,
encouraging me to watch them while he took care of me. He
sat on his haunches between my knees, lifted my skirt up,
and pulled my panties off, removing my shoes at the same
time. In the process, his fingernails gently scratched along
the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and calves. As his
fingers retraced their path back up toward my crotch, they
were followed by nibbling kisses.
He took his time, teasing me and allowing me time to watch
Polly's seductive lap dance. By now, she had shed her
blouse. Her professional teacher's outfit had totally masked
the size of her breast, which now swayed pendulously in
front of John's face. I was fascinated by her nipples (which
were very small and dark) and especially her areolae. I had
never seen any that were so incredibly wide and pale. They
were almost the same color as the surrounding skin, but the
texture reminded me of large-scale goose bumps. Freckles
were splattered randomly over her chest and shoulders.
Polly tantalized John with those firm breasts and tiny
nipples. Whenever he would manage to trap a nub between his
lips, she would pull it out of his suckling grasp. Then she
twisted her shoulders more vigorously, slapping his face
with the supple flesh. John's arms were still trapped, and
he showed no sign that he wished to be freed. I marveled at
Polly's intuitive understanding of how to make love to him-
he needed to be ravished and toyed with. Normally he was the
principal. tonight she was the headmistress.
I was also being teased by Michael, who was kissing all up
and down my inner thighs and onto my tummy. I spread my legs
wide apart, hoping to make the invitation more obvious. But
still he declined my unspoken suggestion, and continued his
fiendish circling. I endured as long as I could, then I
grabbed him by the curly black hair and gently pulled him
toward my waiting cunt. Still, he resisted, so I became more
aggressive, placing my heels on the back of his neck and
tugging more insistently on his hair. He knew enough to end
his teasing, and I felt his mouth cover the entire mound of
my cunt. He went from calculated restraint to ambitious
zeal, as his fingers pulled my outer labia apart, and his
tongue dug upwards through the wet crevasse between my inner
lips. My clitoris was the pinnacle at the head of the
canyon, and Michael's nose, lips, and tongue alternatively
flicked over this protruding feature. Occasionally, his
tongue reached down all the way to my anus, testing for my
reactions. I enjoyed his attention to this area-until one of
his thumbs tried to enter my asshole. That insidious feeling
of discomfort displaced the wonderful erotic feelings that
had been mounting within me. I told him not to do that, and
he accepted my prohibition with a disappointed sigh.
This distraction reminded me that I was not paying attention
to my neighbors on the couch. When I turned back to them, I
was that Polly was now in the same position as my lover,
sitting on her haunches between John's knees. His slacks and
underwear were now crumpled on the arm of the couch next to
them, and Polly was busy swallowing his cock. And that is
exactly what it looked like. Her lips were fastened tightly
around the base of his penis, and her cheeks and jaws were
churning energetically. If John was endowed with an
unusually long cock, then the head would certainly be
embedded deep into her throat, something which I find
uncomfortable. Eventually, Polly pulled back off his cock,
and a streamer of clear pre-come bridged the gap from her
tongue to the purplish crown of his penis. I saw that his
size was more manageable, maybe 6 or 7 inches long. For
Polly, this was a bite-sized snack, judging by her hungry
resumption of her fellatio. Her palms cradled and jostled
John's hairy testicles, and he moaned and gasped in
appreciation. His arms were still trapped at his sides by
the only garment that he still wore, and he made no attempt
to untangle from the Brooks Brothers bonds.
Meanwhile, I was more actively participating in directing my
enjoyment. I encouraged Michael to stick two of his fingers
inside my vagina, and I let him know when he made contact
with my G-spot. He bent his fingers upwards, exerting the
pressure on that area that provides me with the most intense
sensations. The swabbing of his tongue was now concentrated
totally on my clitoris, and he lashed at it unmercifully. I
was quickly swept up the slopes toward my orgasm. It was the
kind of mind-shattering orgasm that is only provoked by the
combination of expert physical manipulation (Michael
certainly knew what he was doing) and the naughty thrill of
engaging in outrageous and immoderate escapades with
strangers. My entire body was heaving and shimmying as I
clutched his head into my open cunt. I tipped my head back
and let my triumphant shrieks echo off the cathedral
ceiling.
As I gradually drifted back down from these giddy heights, I
once again turned my attention to Polly, who was now back to
her original position sitting on John's knees. His shirt had
finally been removed, and he was using his liberated hands
to play with his cock, massaging the hard tube of flesh.
Polly looked at me and said "Jeez, I thought you were gonna
have a heart attack! If you are back with us, then do John a
favor and hold his cock for him. I want him to play with my
tits."
Of course, I was eager to help, so I reached between them
and held his cock straight upwards, jacking up and down the
shaft very slowly. Polly lifted her hips upward and
positioned her cunt so that the lips were wrapped over the
bulging head of his penis. Her outer labia were much longer
than mine, hanging loosely like thick red velvet. She humped
back and forth so that his cock head sliced through her cunt
and jabbed against her knot of her clitoral hood. She was so
wet and puffy. Juices were smeared all around her cunt and
throughout her sparse red pubic hair. Sticky, salty liquids
flowed down onto my fingers, a mixture of both their
secretions. When John tried to lift his hips so that his
cock could plunge deeper into the folds of her cunt, she too
rose up, keeping her distance. Both she and her husband
could be such impish teases!
Polly had guided John's hands onto her breasts which were
pink and moist with a light sheen of perspiration. She
insisted that he tweak and pull at her teeny nipples, and
the harder he pinched, the more she moaned in pleasure.
Suddenly, without warning, she let the muscles in her legs
go soft, and her cunt dropped down onto John's cock in one
swift motion. She engulfed him, her wet crotch pushing my
fingers out of the way.
She was as energetic about her fucking as anyone I had ever
seen. As soon as she had impaling herself with John's cock,
she lifted back up, and then pounded down, again and again
with a swiftness and tempo that made the couch rock. Yet she
was able to measure her lift perfectly, so that I could see
the head of John's cock peak out from the folds of her skin
at the crest of each cyclical stroke. She held tightly to
John's shoulders so that she could increase her leverage,
and John in turn held tightly to her ass cheeks. He tried
once to match her motions with his own thrusts, but her pace
was unmatchable. Her wonderfully big breasts were swinging
wildly, slapping randomly against each other and John's
face. Now sweat was flowing out of her pores, dribbling down
her skin in meandering streams. Her beautiful hair was
plastered to her face, neck and back.
Then she slowed down just a bit, and looked down at Michael,
who had his head cradled between my thighs. Between her
gasps for breaths, she said "Honey..., as wonderful as John
is...., I need more. You know what I want.... pleasssssse!"
"Oh, yes, dear," Michael replied, "I know what you need
right now. And I'm glad you asked, since I don't think that
Sue is interested in this for herself. Is it all right with
you, Sue, if I leave you alone for a while, so that I can
help out with John and Polly? When Polly gets this excited,
she needs more that one cock. And without help, I don't
think that John will be able to get off-Polly's cunt is just
too loose to do the job on it's own."
I was so curious about what was to happen, and my massive
orgasm still left me fully satisfied and generous about
sharing my new lover. I nodded my assent. Michael
immediately stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes.
Exhausted yet unsatisfied, Polly had slowed down a bit, and
now John was able to fuck his cock upward into her. As her
husband stood between John's outstretched feet, he asked
John to pull Polly's ass cheeks apart. Michael spit into his
hand and lathered his thin cock with the saliva and his
seeping pre-come. Now I knew what he had in mind. And it was
something that I had never seen before. As I said before, I
knew all about anal in a theoretical sense, and my fantasies
sometimes included thoughts of it. Now I was going to see it
up close and personal.
In fact, even closer than I expected; Michael asked me to do
for him what I had just done for John. He wanted me to hold
his cock as he pushed it into Polly's ass. I asked her if
this was really what she wanted. She said "I know that this
is not for everyone, but for me, getting fucked in the ass
by Michael can be the most exciting and arousing thing. It's
harmlessly nasty and sinful, which makes it deliciously
attractive for me. It's the exact opposite of what people
usually expect from me. The first time, it hurt just a
little, but now it doesn't hurt at all. After all, Michaels'
cock is just made perfect for this."
And I suppose that it was, for his cock was incredibly thin,
something like a table candle. Also, the head of his cock
was kind of pointy, and it was no wider than the rest of his
penis. I accepted her assurances, and so I stood beside
Michael and pulled his cock down. All this talking had
allowed it to become dry again, so I bent over and
relubricated him with my own saliva. As I did, he reached
around my own ass and combed his fingers through my cunt.
The prospect of what I was about to see had me aroused
again, and I shuddered at his touch.
I straightened up and aimed his spear-like cock at its
intended target. With John's hands pulling her cheeks wide
apart, I could plainly see Polly's anus. It was burgundy-
colored, and the rim was crinkled, hairless, and puffy. She
was purposely twitching the muscles of her sphincter, making
it wink open and closed. Just below was a small exposed part
of John's cock-the rest was embedded deeply into her vagina.
For the moment, he had stopped his thrusting, waiting for
this new level of kinky and forbidden sexuality.
Michael edged forward. With my help, his slippery cock
zeroed in on the bullseye-shaped target. As he hunched
forward, the rubbery flesh of his dark red glans compressed
and deformed, and I thought for a moment that he would not,
after all, be able to enter. But the muscles of her buttocks
gradually softened, and with this, her asshole became more
receptive. Abruptly, his cockhead popped inside the narrow
confines, and Michael let his weight shift forwards with the
most unhurried pace. I saw his cock slide through my fingers
and disappear millimeter by millimeter-accompanied by a
long, groaning exhale from Polly's lungs. As she ran out of
breath, Michael's wiry crop of thick black pubic hair
pressed into the skin of her cheeks. Just as when I had held
John's cock, my fingers were pushed out of the way by the
collision of flesh.
Michael left himself fully imbedded for a long time,
allowing Polly to become comfortable with the intrusion.
Finally she whispered that it was "OK, go ahead." Michael
pulled himself most of the way out, and then gently eased
back in, again eliciting an earthy grunt of pleasure from
his wife. The third time, Polly said to John "Come on, John,
I need you to fuck me too. I need you both." As John started
to thrust in and out, it took him a while to figure out how
to match the Michael's tempo. But soon they had it
coordinated. Polly simply held her position, allowing
herself to be fucked by her two lovers. Only her head moved,
pivoting around on the axis of her neck as she chanted an
endlessly repeating mantra: "Oh yes...., oh yes...., oh
yes...." She seemed to be in some kind of trance. Michael
placed one hand in the small of her back, and the other
reached around and grabbed ahold of one of her meaty
breasts. His fingers dug deeply into the pliant flesh.
With two long, hard cocks competing for the limited space
inside her, I could only assume that the constricting
tightness inside each of Polly's canals was incredible, and
I was surprised at how long John and Michael were able to
hold out. But at long last, the intense sensations were too
much for both of them, and their own gasps and grunts
mingled with Polly's. John was the first to reach his
climax, and as his body stiffened into an arch and his hips
vibrated with orgasmic twitches, this acted as an
inspiration for Michael and Polly, triggering their own
explosive orgasm. The incredible depth and breadth of their
commingled sensations was fully obvious to me, painting a
picture of bliss and satisfaction that is etched forever in
my mind.
Michael finally was unable to control his leg muscles, which
had turned to jelly. He collapsed backward onto the carpet,
his softening, slimy cock slapping onto his stomach. Polly
sagged forwards, momentarily smothering John with her
sweaty, heaving breasts, but she slid off to the side enough
to allow him room to breathe. Now the scene that attracted
my attention was the view of Polly's crotch, still gaping
wide open. From both her cunt and her asshole, milky white
dribbles of semen pumped rhythmically out of the pulsating
reddened orifices, drooling in sticky streams onto her
thighs and John's testicles. It was the most carnal and
wickedly erotic sight that I could possibly imagine.
Since that evening, many images and lessons are indelibly
etched into my consciousness. Naturally, the images of red-
hot sexuality burn brightly in my memory. But I was also
inspired to question my tendency to prejudge people. My
interactions with Polly, Michael, and John taught me that
first impressions are often wrong. Hopefully, I learned
something..., we'll see.
Libre Island
by Sharon
INTRO FROM SHARON:
This is my second effort, inspired by the wonderful stories
written for all of us by SueNH. We've never met, Sue and I,
but I have a mental picture of her from her description in
the special note she often offers as she posts a new story
on the Net. Since it works for Sue, why not for me? So here
goes:
I'm Sharon. That's all you get because, like Sue, I have a
real life and don't what THAT side of me compromised by THIS
side of me.
I am a 33 year old woman with strong likes and dislikes,
with an extroverted personality, but not loud or brassy. I'm
cuddly and romantic, but I am very very adventurous and
quite self confident sexually. If it turns me on, I'll try
it!
I love straight fucking (but I'm not wild about that word;
whoever invented the term, 'fuck you," as an insult, has
ruined the word "fucking" for me, even though it still has a
pleasant raunchiness to it). I love oral sex (giving and
getting) and I love touching and being touched. I am mostly
straight and mostly fantasize about guys, and mostly indulge
in one on one hetero sex...spirited but conventional. But
every once in a while, when the atmosphere is right, I'll do
anything with anyone!
I'm 5-2, dark hair, usually cut short, green eyes, and a
half hourglass figure. My butt is quite small and narrow.
It's curvy with most of the bulge is in the back. My waist
is very narrow (can't find jeans tight enough in the waist,
so I like skirts, size 4). Even though my butt is very tight
and high, my inner pussy lips are very large and even loose.
When I get turned on they swell and flower out of my outer
labia, wet and pink. My vagina is quite deep and well toned,
tight and sleek. So my lower half is petite.
But I'm busty. Since I work out, I carry very little fat. My
shoulders are wide and well defined, my arms and thighs are
thin and my ribs show, but somehow all that working out
hasn't affected my breasts. They're big, even heavy, with
nipples that are dark red and tend to be erect or at least
half erect all of the time. I have been very blessed with
nerve endings! My nipples are very very sensitive and are
wired straight to my clit, which, like my nipples, always
seems to be at least half erect. Compared to the girls I've
been with and the pictures I've looked at in magazines, I
think I have one of the biggest clits. It's about 3/fourths
of an inch long and is shaped like a little penis, with a
head and a shaft. It's all in the open; I hardly have any
clit sheath, and, God, is it sensitive. My record is more
than a dozen orgasms in one night. I guess I'm the opposite
of frigid. Give me a big wet kiss and pull one of my nipples
and just caress my big clit I can cum in less than a minute.
If I'm more turned on, I just cum that much harder!
Sensitive as my breasts and clit are, my eyes are the most
sensitive of all. I'm a true voyeur and exhibitionist. I
love to show off my body and love to know that it turns
people on. When I was 15, this great looking guy who I
really liked told me I made him so hot that he had to go
home and jerk off. For weeks I could think of little else.
When he said it again, I told him how exciting it made me to
hear him say that. He hauled out his cock and gave me a
show...and I was hooked! I love to watch my friends make
love and love very much to be watched. It's the best!
So that's me. Here's my second story, a With Sue special:
WITH SUE: LIBRE ISLAND: SHARON'S SECOND STORY
The little plane landed with a scary bump, taxied to the
tiny terminal building and rolled to a stop. The pastel-
painted sign read: Welcome to Libre Island.
It was hot, dry and very sunny.
Sue squinted, even behind her sunglasses. "I love it!" she
cried, closing her eyes and looking up. "This is perfect!"
Sharon smiled. "Wait 'til you see the beach, Sue! I promise
it'll be just as fabulous as I told you!"
They were quite a sight. Sue, blond and fair, Sharon
brunette and dark, both slim hipped and long legged. The
guys sitting in the shade perked up, took a look and then
just openly stared. These two were too foxy! Gorgeous!
Sharon and Sue sashayed into the terminal, hips twitching
like cats.
The cab ride was spectacular, up into the mountains, cool
and green, then down into the secluded North Bay. They
pressed their faces together out one side and then the other
of the cab, pointing to the small secluded beaches that
ringed the calm lagoon.
"There!" Sharon explained, "that one and that one are
clothing optional. The rest are all topless...of course!"
"Of course!!" cried Sue, and the laughed and hugged one
another like schoolgirls.
Their adjoining rooms were terrific. Right on the water,
with big louvered windows, firm king size beds and ceiling
fans.
"Let's shower, change into our suits and meet at the beach
bar for lunch!" said Sue.
When they got to the CocoBar, conversation stopped. Sue had
picked a black bikini with an underwire top that lifted her
grapefruit-sized breasts and put them on creamy display.
She'd removed the lining. Just a thin layer of cool nylon
held her breasts and her thick, rubbery nipples protruded
provocatively. The cut was low, Sue's cleavage exciting. She
loved people to look at her and they were! And the bikini
bottom was just as sexy, very high cut so her legs looked
endless, dipped low across her belly to show off her cute
navel and trim stomach. Her belly was hard, her hipbones
high, her waist tiny, her butt round.
Sharon was smaller, only 5-2, but her breasts were bigger
than Sue's, firm and high and jiggly, the nipples pebbly and
stiff. Her bikini was brilliant red. One thing about Sharon,
she was a born showoff. Her bikini bottoms were damn near a
thong! Twin, firm brown ass cheeks quivered and twitched as
the two women walked to a pair of barstools and sat down.
Sharon worked every day to keep her body hard and trim,
especially her little round butt and her muscled stomach.
"Hi, ladies. What is it that you want?" The voice was a
purr, the speaker a very tall, light-skinned black women
standing behind the bar. "My name is Tyla," she said with a
warm rasp, looking Sue and Sharon up and down, then smiling.
"You two are looking...warm. I'd better make you something
cold and wet!"
Sharon laughed, Sue whistled softly. "Well, Tyla, coming
from you, that's some compliment," murmured Sue, staring at
the curvy girl. She looked a lot like the model Tyra Banks.
Tyla's frame was slim, her legs long, her waist very very
small, but she was chesty, her breasts heavy and large,
swaying side to side as she moved. She wore a cotton
bandanna as a top, and the sides of her large breasts bulged
out, brown and luscious.
"And what are you looking at, honey?" whispered Tyla,
snapping Sue back to reality.
Sue lifted her eyes to Tyla's, looking deeply into the
girl's light green eyes for a lingering second. "Looking at
you, Tyla," Sue whispered back. "You're...gorgeous."
Tyla smiled and blew Sue a kiss. "Thank you sweetie. I'm off
in ten minutes. Take these drinks and I'll come get some sun
with you two...teach you a little about... Libre Island..."
The coastline zigged and zagged, forming small coves and
tiny secluded beaches. Sue and Sharon walked to a small cove
a quarter mile from the bar, a short curve of pure white
sand, soft grass, and a thicket of trees that isolated the
spot completely. They spread out bamboo mats and settled
down to get some sun. It didn't take long for them to relax.
The sun was warm, the sky a brilliant blue, the sound of the
waves soothing and the real world quickly melted away.
"Sharon, honey, put some oil on my back?" asked Sue, after a
while.
"I'll do it." The voice wasn't Sharon's. Sue pushed herself
up on her elbows and looked. It was Tyla.
"Well hello," smiled Sue.
"Hello back," smiled Tyla. "I'd love to oil your back. But
this is Libre. Take off your top honey. You'll learn
something very soon here. We Libre girls hate wearing
anything when we're at the beach" Tyla wiggled her shoulders
from side to side, her breasts swaying heavily. She looked
down and giggled. Then Tyla reached down and lifted her
tits, squeezing gently, tickling her nipples.
"Hate wearing anything?" said Sue, softly.
"Hate it," said Tyla, reaching down to untie the bandanna
that barely held her bosom. Sharon watched the two of them,
feeling very warm, her pussy starting to oil up.
"Uh!" said Tyla. "This knot is tight. Can you help me, Miss
Sue?"
Sue inched forward, until her face was just in front of
Tyla's. "Sure, I can help." She lifted her fingers to the
knot between Tyla's big breasts and began to work it loose,
the backs of her hand and the backs of her fingers brushing
and bumping against Tyla's boobs. They were firm and jiggly.
Sue's pussy pulsed, her nipples erected sweetly and twinged.
Tyla's eyes gleamed as they flicked up and down, watching
Sue's fingers, then boring into Sue's eyes.
The knot yielded. "Thank you Sue," whispered Tyla. She put
her hands behind her on the sand, her arms stiff, and
wiggled her shoulders again, from side to side. The cotton
slid down, caught for an exciting second on Tyla's stiff
nipples, then fell away. Tyla's tits were perfect. Very big
but firm and high, the skin a flawless light tan, the
nipples deep brown and puffy, long and thick. Tyla sat
forward, her breasts swaying heavily, and stroked her globes
casually as she spoke. "I like coconut oil. Smells so good
and feels warm on the skin." Tyla ran one hand over her flat
stomach. Her white long cotton skirt hid a pair of long
legs, curled girlishly underneath her small butt.
Sue reached behind and unfastened her bikini top. Her
breasts tumbled free, tanned from a few hours in the local
tanning salon. Her nipples were firm and jutting, a deep
pink, the areolae puffy and tender, the tips long and
squared off...throbbing hotly.
Sharon watched as Tyla reached into her bag, pulled out a
flask of oil, poured a splash into one hand and rubbed her
hands together. She scootched up close to Sue, facing her
with their knees touching and began applying the oil to
Sue's face and neck. She stroked lightly and gently. Sue's
eyes closed. Tyla leaned in closer, her breasts jutting very
close to Sue's.
Sharon's eyes were wide...her pussy creaming helplessly. She
knew what was next. Pulse pounding, she leaned back against
a pile of towels and tried to resist the temptation to
plunge her fingers into her bikini bottom and stroke her
clit. And she watched.
Tyla ran her hands down Sue's neck, massaging in the thick
fragrant oil. "Relax your neck, sweetie," she whispered.
"Your hands..." Sue murmured, her eyes closed. "You
hands...are...so...soft..."
Tyla's big breasts swayed forward, an inch from Sue's.
Watching, Sharon gasped almost inaudibly. Tyla turned to
look at Sharon, pouted with her full lips, then swung her
shoulders forward. Her nipples touched Sue's. All three
girls jumped slightly as if a little electric shock had
zipped through their bodies. Sue and Tyla from the
sensation, Sharon from the sight! Sue's mouth fell open.
Tyla's eyes fell into half slits. She moved her shoulders
from side to side, just enough to make her nipples drag back
and forth across Sue's, the tips catching and releasing,
both girl's breasts swelling...aching... their nipples stiff
and tingling as they caught...and released...
Sharon unfastened the top of her bikini, letting it fall
away. Her tits were as big as Tyla's, her nipples
pricklingly erect. She cupped her breasts, bringing fingers
up to twist each nipple gently, not even thinking about what
she was doing as she watched Sue and Tyla make love...
"Oil..."breathed Sue. "Oil..."
Tyla leaned back, picked up her little oil bottle, uncapped
it and slowly poured the whole thing on Sue's chest! The
warm, clear oil ran down over her round breasts and stiff
nipples, over her ribcage and onto her flat belly. Then Tyla
leaned forward and rubbed her big breasts all over Sue's
"God!" breathed Sharon. "You two are too much!"
Tyla turned and blew Sharon a kiss. "You know Libre, girl!
That's why you come! And speaking of come, what are you
waiting for Miss Sharon? I know we're making your pussy as
oily as our tits. Want to show us?"
Sue hissed. "Yes! Sharon! Show us your pussy!"
Sharon rolled over on her hands and knees, brought her knees
together, arched her back and thrust her little butt high in
the air. "My pussy?" She teased, wiggling her ass like a
cat's tail. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her
little bikini bottom and rolled it down over her butt. "You
want to see my pussy?"
"Yes!" they cried.
Sharon rolled her ass higher and let her pussy flower open
wetly. Her anus winked tightly. Her inner pussy lips were
swelling with hot blood, protruding, loose and pink, her
vagina tight and drooling, her clit rising fast.
"Yum!" groaned Tyla.
Sharon wiggled her ass one more time, willing her butt to
relax so her pussy would gape open. She felt the emotional
rush she often felt when she showed someone her cunt for the
first time. It made her clit throb. Then Sharon gracefully
spun and settled down, her back against the pile of towels.
Her nipples were red and stiffly erect. She caressed each in
turn, her hips thrusting unconsciously, then, snapping back
to reality, she made warm eye contact with each of her
friends and let her slender, firm legs fall open.
Tyla and Sue held one another by the shoulders, their
breasts mashed together, and looked at Sharon's pussy. She'd
been shaving carefully for months to get ready for the trip
to Libre; her pussy was nearly hairless, not even any
stubble, just soft lips and pink flesh and a cute little
tuft of light brown just above her clit.
"God, girl!" moaned Tyla. "You are sooo sexy!! How can you
keep your fingers out of that foxy clam!"
Sue chuckled. "She can't!"
"Right!" Sharon breathed, fighting off the urge to touch her
clit. "But don't blame me! Look at you two!"
Sue rubbed her tits greasily against Tyla's and lowered her
lips to Tyla's ear. "Watch her clit!" Sue looked back at
Sharon. "Is your clit getting hard, sweetie?"
"Ooooo, Sue, don't!" Sharon squealed. "Don't!"
"Is it?" said Sue "Is your clit getting all big and hard?"
"Yes!!" cried Sharon her hips twitching. She opened her legs
farther, rolling her pussy up. Her clit was already very fat
and erect, a little cock, and it was getting fatter and
stiffer! Sue and Tyla stared. Sharon's clit seemed to twitch
with each pounding beat of her heart: longer, bigger,
fatter. Her fingers teased her nipples. Her hips twitched
nervously. Her clit was huge now! More than an inch of
quivering female erectness!! "S-S-Sue?" Sharon groaned.
"Sue-I've got-to..."
"Go ahead lover!" cried Sue. "Masturbate."
"God!' Tyla hissed. "You two are so hot!!"
"Ugh!" grunted Sharon, bringing her right hand to her pussy,
her fingertips flicking her fat clit from side to side.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
"God, that is so sexy!" cried Tyla. "Sharon dear! Watch
this!" Tyla straightened her back, lifted her oily tits and
presented one swollen tip to Sue. "Sharon! Watch!"
"Ummmm!" moaned Sue, reaching forward and wrapping her lips
around Tyla's stiff nipple and sucking noisily.
"Ummmm! Ughhhh!" Sharon's eyes were wide open, staring but
getting glassy.
Tyla plunged her hand into Sue's bikini bottom, into the
wetness and the warmth, finding Sue's clit and teasing it
with fast flicks. The backs of Tyla's fingers pressed out
against Sue's bikini. Then Tyla curved her two middle
fingers and they slid wetly, deeply into Sue's vagina
"Ahhh!" Sue cried against the firm breast between her lips.
"T-T-Tyla! T-T-Tyla!!" Her hips rocked in a fucking motion.
Powerful shocks thrashed through her belly as Tyla's fingers
teased her G-spot and Tyla's warm palm caressed her clit!
Sue followed Tyla's lead, plunging her hands down Tyla's
muscular belly into her skirt. No panties. Short wiry hair,
hot pleats, juice, and a fat clit!!
Tyla's head rolled back in ecstasy, her hips snapping
forward and back. One touch from Sue and she was cumming so
fast!
Sharon too! "UH! OHH!" she cried, tears forming in the
corners of her eyes. Her fingers flew on her big clit,
jerking it off like a guy pumps his prick, two fingers
grasping the wet little shaft!! "I-I-I'm cumming now. I'm
cumming now! Now!" Sharon screamed. Her cunt clenched, her
toes curled, her ass clenched and the frantic twitches
began!! "UHH! UHH! UHH!!!" Sharon's hips jerked this way and
that, the electric shocks firing powerfully! She pinched her
nipples in time with the spasms, trying to keep her orgasm
at its highest point.
Then, Sue! Watching her friend cum so hard drove Sue
suddenly over the top!! "Hmmm! Ummm!" Sue moaned, thrusting
her hips at Tyla's plunging fingers. "OH! OH! OH!!"
Then Tyla! She bit her lip, twisted her tits against Sue's
stiff nipples and felt the electricity fly from her tingly
nipples down to where Sue rubbed her fat clit!! "Um Um Um"
Tyla crooned, her cum arriving... "Um! UM! UMM! OH GOD!!
Tyla came in deep throbs, gasping for air!!
Sue raised her voice over the roar of the hairdryer. "Club
Libre! The bartender at Club Libre!"
"I can't believe Tyla's married!" Sharon shouted back.
"Lucky man!" laughed Sue.
"You know it!" giggled Sharon, her mind swimming with erotic
images of their afternoon together. Tyla, Sue and she had
kissed and teased one another until the sun got low. That's
when Tyla had told them about Derrick.
"He's gorgeous!" Tyla had enthused. "And I know he'd love to
have a go at you two!"
"You'll share?" Sue asked.
"No problem?" asked Sharon.
"Oh I'd LOVE to share! No problem at all!" smiled Tyla, "as
long as I get to join in!"
Sue and Sharon just looked at one another and smiled. "Told
you you'd love this place!" Sharon laughed.
Their hair was dry, their makeup on. They wiggled into two
little dresses, very short and low cut, high heeled sandals,
and off they went to Club Libre.
It was noisy and smelled like coconut and run and Derrick
WAS gorgeous. He stood with his tight butt against a
barstool, with one big arm around Tyla's smooth brown
shoulders. His eyes were bright blue, his hair thick, blond
and long, his chest wide. He wore white jeans and a thin
blue tee shirt that exposed a hard muscled stomach. Sharon
looked at his basket. Big, she thought.
"Hi Sue, Sharon," purred Tyla. " This is my husband,
Derrick. Derrick, Sue...and Sharon...my friends."
"Sue, pleased to meet you." His voice was very deep.
"Sharon, hello."
It was like a night with old friends. They ate fish with
their fingers, drank rum and told jokes...and they flirted.
Derrick put his hands on Sue's and Sharon's arms as he
talked to them. They took his hand when they spoke to him.
And Derrick was so charming to Tyla.
"Have you ever seen anyone so beautiful?" he asked once as
the light caught Tyla's hair. And another time as Tyla
walked away to go to the bathroom, her narrow butt twitching
from side to side, "Ummm, look at that! I'd love a taste of
that!"
"How about tonight, big boy?" shot back Tyla over her
shoulder, her eyes gleaming, and Sue and Sharon laughed.
By ten, the flirting gave way to much more. Derrick threw
back the last of a drink, the ice clattered against his lips
and a big splash fell on his belly and jeans.
"Uh Oh!" laughed Sharon. "Need some help?"
"Yes, Sharon. Help me," said Derrick softly, rolling his
hips up slowly. Tyla and Sue held their breath, their eyes
flicking from Sharon's face to Derrick's.
"Is it cold?" whispered Sharon, moving in close to Derrick.
"Cold?"
"No, warm"
"Warm? That looked cold."
Derrick's cock was thickening, straightening, enlarging.
"The drink was cold, but you're making me warm."
"Really? Mind if I feel?" Sharon ran her fingernails across
the big growing bulge. Derrick squirmed and looked at Tyla.
She blew him a kiss. Sharon tickled and scratched at
Derrick's jeans. Blood rushed to his prick, his erection
pulsing. Longer...fatter...hotter. Derrick sucked in his
stomach, the waistband of his jeans gapping, and suddenly
the huge head of his cock actually peaked out! He flexed his
ass and his whole cockhead burst out, deep red and as round
as a plum, pulsing and swelling bigger as they all watched.
Derrick looked at Sharon's face, she lifted to eyes to his,
then they lowered their eyes in unison to his big prick.
Sharon dropped one hand and ran one red lacquered fingernail
lightly across the exposed glans, loving the smooth hot skin
and how Derrick's penis was so...alive!...alive, pulsing and
twitching. And growing! Two more inches, the head expanding
and turning deep purple! "God," moaned Sharon, her pussy
suddenly all liquid, "what a gorgeous cock!"
Tyla giggled. "I think it's time to go back to our place!"
The three girls did a hot striptease, wiggling out of their
tight dresses one by one, rolling their panties down over
their tight butts, cupping their tits and pulling on their
nipples.
Derrick lay back on a big leather chair, completely naked,
his cock jutting upward, huge and fat, taut and tense
against his belly, 9 thick inches, the head a deep purple
and wet from droplets of clear juice that wept from the
dilated cockslit
"Tyla, sweetheart," Derrick said. "I like your friends."
"Do you now, honey?" Tyla teased.
"Yes!" Derrick hissed, his cock shuddering, the muscles in
his belly rippling.
"Do you want to fuck Sharon, baby?" Tyla whispered. "Do you
want to fuck her?" She swayed over to where her husband lay
back on the chair, wrapped a slim hand tightly around his
cock and jerked the loose skin up and down rapidly. He
glared at his wife's face. "Well, Derrick?" Tyla leaned over
to whisper in her husband's ear, one big breast dragging
across his chest. "Do you? Do you want this big cock in
their tight pussies? Do you?"
"Yes!" Derrick said, his voice cracking.
Tyla suddenly grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him
hard and wetly on the lips. Their tongues dueled. "Then..."
Tyla murmured into Derrick's mouth. "Then...do it!" Tyla
broke the kiss, bit Derrick's lower lip lovingly, caressed
his face, his prick, then wiggled back to sit next to Sue.
"Sharon," said Derrick.
"Yes!"
"Come give me a kiss."
Sharon stood, her legs long, her breasts heavy and firm and
jiggly and walked slowly over to the gorgeous blond man. She
knelt between his legs, placed her hands on his lower legs,
dug her nails in gently, feeling his powerful legs tremble,
lowered her chest until her stiff nippled breasts mashed
warmly into his thighs and brought her full lips to the huge
head of his cock. "A kiss?" Sue teased, "like this?" She
began lightly kissing Derrick's cock, all around the immense
head, the clear pre-cum coating her lips.
"God," breathed Sue, spreading her legs and bringing one
hand down to cuddle her cunt. Tyla snuggled in next to her
and they began to finger each others clits as they stared.
"Ummmmm" Derrick's purred deeply, flexing his cock until it
looked like it would burst.
Sharon took the whole head in her mouth, sucking and kissing
wildly now, then began bobbing her head, her lips tight and
hot! Derrick's cock was so big and fat. God! Sharon began
fingering her clit, grunting with pleasure around Derrick's
huge shaft. She felt the vibrations.
"Uhhhh! Oh God!" Derrick groaned. "Tyla!"
"Yes baby?" Tyla hissed in reply.
"Tyla!" He was humping hard now, driving his cock into
Sharon's mouth.
Tyla scooted forward, her pelvis rolled up, her legs spread
wide, her cunt flooded, her clit fully erect! "Yes lover!"
"Uh! Uh! UMMMM!" Derrick's balls were pulling
up...tightening...his asshole clenching pleasurably.
Tyla shuddered, looked down at her wet clit, moaned and
began slapping it lightly. Slap slap. "UM!" She raced toward
her orgasm. Slap! Slap!
Sue pulled Tyla closer, feeling her body shimmy and shake
powerfully. Tyla turned and looked at Sue, her face an
erotic grimace. "Sue..." she moaned.
"Yes, Tyla honey?"
Tyla turned to watch Sharon and Derrick, and whispered
hoarsely, her lips touching Sue's ear "Look at them! She's
got his prick up sooo hard! God, give me your breast honey!
Tyla took Sue's left nipple in her fingers, teased it, then
lowered her mouth and suckled Sue's breast warmly.
Sharon watched them, her eyes wide, her mouth stretched so
wide by Derrick's fat prick. She pulled her mouth off and
jacked it rapidly, her fingers slick with spit. "Derrick?"
Sharon asked. "Are you ready to cream for me? To cream me
with this wonderful big dick?"
"Oh God!" cried Sue. "Yes! Make him cum!"
Sharon embraced Derrick, threw her arms around his neck and
they kissed like teenagers, mouths mashed together, tongues
working. Sharon loved to kiss. It made her as hot as sucking
a guy's cock and Derrick was a wonderful kisser! They were
in a world of their own, nibbling one another's lips,
giggling softly, making out. Sharon pumped his slippery
prick.
"Go for it, girl." Tyla urged. "Make him cum. He won't go
soft on you afterwards. Promise."
Sharon felt her clit twitch at that. She pumped harder.
"Uh! Io!" groaned Derrick. His balls flashed white hot.
Sharon felt the sharp spasm, Derrick's balls quivering. She
knelt before him, lowered her face and swallowed his cock
wetly. Derrick's stomach jerked once, twice, his ass
clenched and Sharon's mouth was flooded with a big gush of
hot jizz! "Ummm!" She sucked and wrapped one hand around the
jumping cock and stroked. Derrick's cum pumped out in thick
clogs, running over Sharon's lips and over her fingers. His
hips jolted again and again, his cum surging out, It was
messy and delicious. The spermy cream rolled down Sharon's
neck. She breathed hard, staring at Derrick's cock with wide
eyes, caressed him softly until first his, then her
breathing slowed and his cock lost its extreme stiffness.
Then Sharon lay back, her breasts swaying to the side, her
chest rising and falling, her breath ragged. She spread her
legs and showed Derrick her cunt...the thick, swollen,
protruding labia, the big, fat, cocklike clit...
Tyla was right; her husband's cock stayed huge and firm and,
as he looked at Sharon's display, blood surged back into his
slick, wet shaft. He wrapped his fist around his big dick
and stroked it lazily and it stood up as stiff and solid as
ever, throbbing. And Derrick got his wits about him quickly.
He rose and knelt between Sharon's legs, the muscles on his
chest and belly and thighs in sharp relief. He was breathing
hard again, his eyes bright and glittering...
Tyla masturbated furiously, shamelessly...slapping her went
clit like a madwoman. She knew what would happen...
Sue pulled back her knees and slid two fingers into her
vagina. The palm of her hand pressed her clit; two finger
pads teased her G-spot. Derrick flicked his eyes her way and
she raised her hips, thrusting her pussy toward him,
churning her hand wetly, loving how he watched her. Sue felt
herself beginning to cum...
Derrick grasped his cock in his right fist, brought it down
to Sharon's pussy. He nuzzled the head into the pleats of
her ragged labia... collapsing it all into the liquid
center...pushing gently but relentlessly!...Sharon felt
electric shocks from her sensitive pussy lips as Derrick's
cock distorted her cunt deliciously! "UH!!" Sharon moaned
"Deeper!" And then Derrick was fucking her, sliding his cock
deeply into her vagina, then out, in...
Tyla, staring, watched her husband fuck another woman and
felt her clit explode as her orgasm began! "Ahhh!" she
screamed "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" She loved watching Derrick in
action! Slap, slap slap. She smacked her clit lightly and
then harder. "UMMMMMMMM! UM!!!!!"
Then Sue! "Oh! Oh!! OH!! OH!!!" she groaned. Sue's clit was
as big as she'd ever felt it! And it was tingling madly, her
cum beginning...
Derrick prick oozed into Sharon's vagina, his balls tingling
wildly, his ears roaring. "AHHHHHH!" he shouted, exultant!
So fucking good!! Derrick pumped his cock in and out of
Sharon's pussy.
Sharon's was on fire with pleasure...so stuffed! She
shuddered, her anus twinging pleasurably, her nipples afire.
God, Sharon thought, I'm going to cum right now!
"Sharon!" Derrick groaned, his cock mashing into Sharon's
cervix. "Sharon!!" He began fucking hard and fast!
"Oh God, Derrick, YES!" screamed Sharon. "Cream me! I'm with
you! Cream my pussy!!"
Still cumming hard, Tyla smiled to herself. Wait until they
see this! His seconds were always his best.
"UH! UH! UH! UH!" Derrick grunted, feeling his balls flush
hotly, his belly quiver. His cock was like a hot steel bar.
He buried it nine inches in Sharon's belly, flexed once,
quivered again and their moment arrived! A hot splash
flooded Sharon's depths!!
"UH! UH!" Sharon chanted, her clit exploding in orgasm. It
was the perfect cum, her clit twinging, her asshole
clenching, her pelvis alive with intense prickles, her
vagina pulsing. Sharon's eyes rolled back, her pussy pulsing
harder. A thin string of saliva drooled from the corner of
her mouth and she moaned...
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Derrick felt the clasp of Sharon's cunt. He
fired another juicy bolt of cum!
"Show us!" moaned Tyla. "Show us!!"
Derrick and Sharon turned, their cheeks together, to look at
Tyla and Sue. Derrick's prick throbbed and Sharon felt him
blast another splash into her pussy. Her cum was at it's
peak, clear cunt juice and Derricks thick, white jizz
boiling out of her vagina. Her arms were paralyzed. Her
breasts bloated, nipples tingling. She felt Derrick's hot
sperm overflowing her vagina...
"Show us! begged Tyla.
Derrick pulled his cock out of Sharon, grasped it in both
hands and pumped. "Um! Um! Um!" His orgasm was at full cry!
A big splash of cum splattered Sharon's belly and thigh and
pussy. She glared at Derrick, her eyes wide now, her mouth
open and gasping...
He turned and a huge spray fired toward Tyla and Sue! The
cum was warm and thick! Tyla giggled. She loved to watch her
man climax, and this was some performance!
"More!" urged Tyla. Derrick hosed her with a wet hot bolt of
cum.
"Me! Me!" begged Sue. He splattered her pussy and stomach.
"Ummmmm! mmmmmmm!" groaned Sharon her cunt still spasming
hard. "Shoot me!" Derrick's sperm slathered her heaving
belly.
Finally, a little ritual, husband and wife. "One more baby,"
whispered Tyla, stroking Derrick's erection. He spurted on
her stroking fingers. "Oh baby. One more?" Tyla kissed
Derrick cock. A wet blob of cum, so thick. It ran down her
chin. "Um! One more little one baby!" Derrick groaned,
concentrated and a final thick gob of cum oozed from the tip
of his cock, drooling down the fat shaft. Tyla used it to
lubricate her final strokes. Derrick was still cumming, but
the pump was dry...
Their first few days on Libre went by in a sunny haze. Sue
and Sharon tanned golden brown, ate good food and let the
Real World fall away. And they were horny. Tyla and Derrick
had gone for a few days to her place on a neighboring
island.
"You should go down 'round Oyster Beach," suggested Linda,
the desk clerk. "You two look good enough!" And she laughed.
The sign said Oyster Beach/Clothing Optional.
"Uh Oh!" laughed Sharon, as they parked their mopeds. "I
don't know if I can handle a lot of naked fatsos! That's
against my rules!"
Sue looked over the top of the dune and laughed, "Well, I
don't think you have much to worry about!"
The beach was a tranquil curve of sand and palm trees, with
just enough sea grape plants to break it up into smaller
private plots. Only a dozen or so people or so were there, a
few couples, some single women and a small concession stand
selling drinks and renting beach mats. No fatsos.
Sue and Sharon settled in, sprawled out in beach chairs,
looked at one another, shrugged and lowered their bikini
tops. Boobs tumbled free. They began oiling up, the sun and
the slippery liquid and their warm hands caressed their
breasts. "I know this is supposed to be cool," whispered
Sharon, "but it turns me on to show my tits to strangers!"
Her nipples were visibly flushed, becoming erect.
"Shhhhhh! Me too!" laughed Sue. She pulled her arms back
over her head, lifting her grapefruit sized breast
dramatically. The mounds at the ends of Sue's globes were
full and swelling, a smaller breast shape from which jutted
her thick, squarish nipples. Beautiful and sexy.
"Ummmmm" said Sharon, oiling her big boobs right out to the
thick nipples, then settling back herself, watching the
reaction of others on the beach through slitted eyes, fuzzy
sexual images beginning to form in her mind as she half
dozed.
The sun was hot, the sound of the waves soothing.
"Morning ladies. Care for some of Thomas' Libre Oil?" Sharon
jolted out of her daydream. "A two-for-one special for
friends of Tyla." Sharon and Sue rubbed their eyes and sat
up, covering their naked breasts with their arms. A young,
dark skinned man squatted in the sand between them. "Hi," he
smiled, "I'm Thomas.
He was very handsome. "Well...hi," said Sue. "You know Tyla?
She mentioned us?"
"Yes," chuckled Thomas. "She likes you."
"Libre Oil?" said Sharon.
"Of course," said Thomas, "my own formula. I'll even apply
it for you." He gestured at a big pump sprayer in the sand.
"Sure," laughed Sue. "We'll take the special!"
Thomas smiled, stood and turned to get his pump. Sue and
Sharon stared. All he wore was a little leather thong, a
slim string running between two tight buns. His back was
broad, his thighs muscular, his hair long and black in
dreadlocks.
"OK," Thomas turned, smiling as he saw the women check out
his ass, "get naked."
Sharon lowered her arms, smiled at Thomas, shivered her
shoulders a bit to make her boobs shake and stood up. She
walked to Thomas and spun on her heels. "Help me?" she
asked.
"Why of course," chuckled Thomas. He took the thin sides of
her bikini in his hands and pulled it down over Sharon's
little ass. She stepped out of it deftly, her bottom
wiggling, then walked back over to her chair and lay back.
"Thank you, Thomas." Sharon felt her nipples expand and her
pussy begin to trickle. She turned to Sue.
Sue hooked her fingers in the sides of her tiny bikini
bottom, pulled it over her hips, then pulled her knees back
to her chin to slid the suit off. Thomas looked right at
Sue's blond haired pussy. She watched his crotch. Something
very big and alive squirmed in the pouch he wore.
Thomas took his can, pumped it a few times, turned the wand
and began spraying. The fine mist of fragrant oil was soft
and very warm. It felt marvelous. Thomas teased them, aiming
first at their feet, then their legs, then their arms.
Sharon arched her back, thrusting up her breasts and Thomas
sprayed her chest. Sharon purred.
Sue rolled over and lifted her ass high. Thomas's oil was
warm and wet on her buttocks. Sue felt the oil spray her
pussy and anus. She arched her bottom up higher, letting her
ass and cunt flower open. Thomas chuckled softly.
The women played with Thomas, twisting and turning their
bodies, striking one sexy pose after another. Each time they
presented a body part, Thomas sprayed it, and by the time he
finally stopped, Sue and Sharon dripping with the slick warm
fluid.
Sharon stroked her oily tits and belly unconsciously. "So,
what's the special, Thomas?" she murmured.
"Oh, I'll massage the oil in. It only works properly when
it's worked in...to the skin."
Sue was breathing faster. She wiggled her ass. "Well we said
we want the special, Thomas. How do you rub in the oil?"
"I have several techniques. Shall we begin?"
"I think we have begun already," laughed Sue, rolling her
ass even higher. "Start with me."
"But get naked first," said Sharon. "This is a clothing
option beach isn't it?"
"That it is, Miss Sharon," chuckled Thomas. He untied the
leather at his waist, flexed his hips and let his cock shove
at the now far-too-small pouch. Thomas' body was perfect,
slim but muscular.
"Don't tease," breathed Sharon. "Show us your cock! Show
us!"
The leather pouch fell away. Thomas' penis was truly huge,
very long and thick, with a big purple head. It hung down
slightly, heavy and beautifully half-erect.
"Thomas," said Sharon. "So big! I love it. Ummm. Just look
at that huge prick!"
Thomas flexed his stomach and the three of them watched as
his giant cock pounded erect, the head swelling. Sue felt
her cunt cream. She playfully grabbed the oil can and
sprayed, until Thomas' cock was dripping and shiny, wrapped
both hands around the immense shaft and stroked gently.
Thomas sucked in his stomach and hissed with pleasure. Sue
could feel his cock grow even larger, the fat dick expanding
in her hands. Sue leaned down to rub her stiff nipples
against the purplish head...
Sharon laughed, snapping Sue back to reality, "Don't we get
the special?"
"Ummmmm," sighed Sue, giving Thomas' prick one last tight
twist. "I guess we do." Sue and Sharon made themselves
comfortable.
Thomas knelt, rubbed his oily hands together and began with
Sharon, rubbing across her shoulders, then down to her upper
arms. He worked the muscles gently but firmly. Then her
breasts. Thomas massaged each firm globe from the base
toward the nipple, forcing more hot blood into each tip,
until the nipples were burstingly erect and super sensitive,
a deep reddish brown. Then he oiled each nipple in turn,
twisting, pulling, teasing. Sharon's mouth was slack and
open, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, her legs
sprawled open, her cunt flooding with juice.
As Thomas worked on her breasts, his heavy cock bumped
against Sharon's thighs, the inside of her legs, and when he
leaned forward to oil Sharon's ears and face, his cock
squirmed heavily across her taut stomach. It leaked clear
pre-cum, strings of crystalline fluid that stretched from
one of Sharon's sharp hipbones to her ribcage. As Thomas
worked further on her face, his stiff cock dragged across
her breasts, a thread of crystal cum connecting one of
Sharon's stiff nipples to the head of his cock.
Sue was entranced. "God, Sharon, he covering you with
juice," Sue breathed. "I've never SEEN anything so sexy!"
Thomas turned and smiled at Sue, flexing his cock. It was
fully, burstingly erect, 9 inches, the head an angry purple,
shining and smooth, the shaft bloated with fat veins, the
slit at the end weeping clear tears.
"God," murmured Sue, lying back, caressing her stomach and
breasts unconsciously. "What a beautiful cock!"
Thomas looked down, flexed his prick again and clear drops
of pre-cum welled up out of the dilating slit. As he went
back to oiling Sharon, his cock smeared more glistening
juicy trails across her tanned greasy skin. After a while,
Sharon rolled over on her back and laid there lazily,
totally aroused, her legs open, her wet cunt shamelessly
displayed. She played with her pussy, her hands dripping
with the slick, warm oil.
Sue got her hands and knees, jutted her ass up high and
Thomas went to work on her. His soft hands glided over Sue
tight asscheeks, then moved sensuously over her tingling
anus.
"Um, Thomas, I love that." Sue moaned pushing her ass back.
Thomas gently drove three fingers into Sue's vagina. She was
so wet and so oily. Her whole body seemed open...craving
penetration. Thomas' cock seared Sue's leg, hot and dripping
with his juice. Her thigh and ass glistened with pre-cum.
She wiped her fingers across the smears and brought them to
her mouth. He was sweet and tangy.
"Thomas," Sue breathed. "Fuck me."
"Yes!" groaned Sharon, rising to her knees, wiggling over
behind Thomas and taking his huge cock in her hands.
Sharon's hands could barely fit around the immense penis.
She aimed it at Sue's flared cunt, put her lips to Thomas'
ear and whispered. "Push your cock in Sue's cunt, Thomas!"
Sue was very tight but there was so much oil and so much
juice that Thomas' slid right in. Nine delicious inches! Sue
felt her clit pulled hard, her pussy lips stretched
beautifully. She fucked back hard.
Thomas cupped Sue's breasts with one big hand, held her trim
waist with the other and fucked her fully, with deep
thrilling strokes.
Sue didn't last long. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth opened
in a silent scream and her cunt clenched! "Uh OH GOD!" Sue
groaned, "I'm cumming already! OH OH OH!" Sue's beautiful
blond hair whipped around, strands sticking to her oily
shoulders. She arched her back gracefully, threw her head
back, threw her breasts forward, tipped her ass higher and
her cunt exploded in a flurry of hot clenches and tingles.
Thomas timed his thrusts to Sue cum pulses, skewering her
with quick hip thrusts as her orgasm built furiously, then,
slowly waned. "Uh! Uh! Ummmmmmmmmmm," Sue finally moaned.
Thomas had held back, but barely. He pulled his cock free
and glared at Sharon, in a rage of arousal. She knelt, her
weight on her elbows and knees, her trim ass straight up.
Sharon knew what she wanted. "Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass."
"Sharon! Oh, God," moaned Sue, coming to her senses. But she
took Thomas' steely cock and brought it to Sharon's pink
anus. "Wait," she said and grabbed Thomas' oilcan. She
sprayed Sharon's ass and Thomas' cock until they dripped.
"Now," Sue smiled, pushing hard on Thomas' cock.
Sharon breathed hard as Thomas put his huge cock head on her
pink pucker, pressed gently and slid straight in. Sue
reached under and cupped Sharon's pussy, rubbing the wet,
oily lips and clit.
Thomas' cock bottomed out. "Uh. Uh," he grunted. Sharon was
tight and hot. His balls drew up, his ass clenching. He
pulled out and drove back in, slowly but powerfully..
"Ummm! Ummm!" Sharon loved it! Assfucking always made her
feel so full and so nasty! Her eyes were wide, her mouth
open, a thin string of saliva again drooling out of the
corner of her mouth. Her ass was stuffed! Thomas' strokes
into her butt pulled at her pussy lips, hooding and
unhooding her clit. The sensations were electric! She turned
to her girlfriend. "Oh! Oh! Sue!"
"Yes baby?"
"Sue! Sue!" Sharon could barely speak. "It feels so good!"
Sue loved watching Sharon take Thomas' huge cock in her ass.
Her own anus twitched in sympathy and she felt her juices
flow again. Sue wanted Sharon to cum. Wanted to see Thomas
cum too. And she knew how to have it happen.
Sue dug her fingers into Thomas' tight ass. He glared at
her, their eyes locked and Sue brought her oily hand to
Thomas' anus, probing and tickling. Thomas' grunted and eyes
began to roll up. Sue reached with her free hand a cupped
Sharon's chin, lining her friends face up with hers, looking
into her eyes. Then Sue gave Sharon a big kiss, right on her
lips, driving her tongue warmly into Sharon's mouth.
"Oh, Lord!" Thomas' cock exploded. A big knot of cum
splashed into Sharon's ass.
"AHHHH!" moaned Sharon pulling her lips off Sue's.
"I'm...I'M... Uh! MMMMMM! I'm cumming....." She drove her
little butt back at Thomas, loving the hot blast of his
sperm in her ass.
"Cumming!" groaned Thomas.
Sue wanted to see the immense cock explode. "Show us!" she
cried.
Thomas' cock backed out of Sharon's ass, splattering semen
as it went. He hosed Sharon ass. She twitched with each hot
spurt, her orgasm in synch with his. Thomas' cream filled
the gap in Sharon's ass in three shots, running down to
cover her cunt in warm slime, a liquid, white thong.
"God!" moaned Sue, "Look at all that cum!"
Thomas turned toward Sue, blew her a kiss, stroked his cock
and splattered Sue's breasts with a spray of warm droplets.
"Um! You are SUCH a sexy man!" said Sue. Thomas, still
unable to talk, splattered her again. Sue couldn't believe
one man could give up so much juice. She dropped a hand to
her cunt and two strokes brought her off again. She fell
forward into Thomas' arms.
The three were a tangle of arms and legs, twitching in their
aftershocks, all covered with oil and cum...
Well, that's the beginning of our trip to Libre Island. I
can't wait to tell you the rest, including the jerk &
jilloff contest...another Libre tradition...but SueNH has
urged me to let her post this much. Hope you enjoyed my
little tale (no double entendre, I swear!).
LIBRE ISLAND part 4 of 6
The afternoon with Thomas, his spray can of oil, and his
immense prick left Sharon and Sue full of energy. Their
Libre Island vacation was working out wonderfully.
The next day was brilliantly sunny but dry and breezy. The
two friends slipped into bikinis and wandered over to the
CocoBar. Tyla was there, looking breathtaking in a brilliant
yellow thong bikini.
"Well, hello, you two," Tyla purred in her deep voice. "I
hear you met my friend, Thomas." Tyla's bikini top was low
cut, her cleavage deep and dark, her nipples poking out
against the thin nylon of her suit.
"Ummmmm, yes, I'd say we met your friend!" said Sharon
darting her eyes from Tyla's tits to the women's gorgeous
green eyed face.
"Tyla, you should have warned us about Thomas!" laughed Sue.
"That is SOME man!"
""Some BIG man, you mean!" laughed Tyla. "I've been afraid
of Thomas' prick ever since the contest. If I were alone
with that stud, I wouldn't know whether to run away or..."
"Contest?" said Sue. "What contest?"
"Nothing," Tyla smiled.
"What contest? insisted Sharon.
"Oh sweetie, that's just for us islanders. No visitors
allowed."
Sharon and Sue sat up with interest. "Tell us!" they begged.
Tyla poured three cold drinks and led the way to a quiet
table in the shade. Sue and Sharon marveled again at her
fantastic body. Tyla's little ass was so high and hard...and
so naked in her little thong. The three snuggled in close as
Tyla told her secret.
"We have jerk off contests!"
Sharon felt her pussy flush hot and go wet. Sue's nipples
throbbed. "You what?" asked Sue.
"The guys jack off. The girls jill off. We perform for each
other. It's not really a contest, no prizes, just for fun!
Don't you tell anyone!"
"God!" exclaimed Sharon. "Tyla! Please, please..."
"What?"
"Take us!"
"Sorry, sweetie, I can't."
"Tyla! I think we've...qualified."
Tyla laughed. "You two are SOMETHING...but...I don't know."
Sharon put her arm around Tyla and kissed her ear. "Now,
now, wouldn't two more...performers...just spice things up?"
"Ummmmmmmm...I don't know...ummmmmm...kiss me again," Tyla
told Sharon.
Sharon took Tyla's face in her hands and kissed her softly
on the lips, then deeper and more passionately. Tyla's
nipples tingled. She leaned back against Sue, who wrapped
her arms around Tyla's bare shoulders.
"How can we convince you?" murmured Sharon, sucking on
Tyla's lower lip. Sue cupped Tyla's heavy breasts,
scratching her fingers across the big bumps Tyla's nipples
made in the yellow nylon. Tyla was breathing hard, her
nostrils flaring. Sue dropped one hand to Tyla's hard
stomach and ran her fingernails lower...
"Please, please," whispered Sue, her fingers tracing their
way across hard stomach muscles to the yellow nylon, then
sensuously across the bikini bottom toward Tyla's mound.
Tyla kissed Sharon harder and rolled her hips higher.
Sue pressed her finger into Tyla's pussy through her thin
suit, dragged her finger up Tyla's pulpy furrow until she
reached the top of Tyla's suit, then slowly slid her hand in
to cupped the gasping girl's scalding cunt. The outer labia
were flared open, wetly, Tyla's clit erect. Sue brought her
fingertips to the soft mouth of Tyla's vagina, hesitated a
moment just to tease, then slid two fingers in.
"UH! Oh God, Sue!" moaned Tyla, hunching her hips forward,
forcing her cunt back against Sue's strong hand.
Sharon sat up, watched Tyla's hips pump powerfully, impaling
her cunt on Sue's fingers. She reached down and untied
Tyla's top. Tyla's big breasts burst out.
"God Tyla," breathed Sharon. "You have the most gorgeous
tits!" Sharon lowered her mouth and kissed Tyla's nipples
noisily, going from one to the other, sucking, drawing blood
into each fat tip, until they were tense and taut, hotly
erect, stinging with little shocks that zinged straight to
Tyla's pussy.
Sue pumped her fingers juicily into Tyla's vagina, the heel
of her hand pressing down on the girl's cunt. Sue could feel
Tyla's clit enlarge and stiffen dramatically.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Tyla sobbed, her pussy quaking quickly to a
climax. "Pull my n-n-nipples, Shar---Sharon!" Tyla sounded
like she would cry. "Sue! Sue! Oh GOD! Sue, go fast! Do it
hard!"
Sharon pumped her fingers perfectly in Tyla's pussy! Sharon
pulled Tyla's nipples to full erections, Tyla's tits
shimmying from side to side as the Tyra Banks look-alike
began to cum hard...
"Ugggghhhhhhh! Ugggghhhhhhhhhh!" Tyra put her arms under her
heavy breasts and lifted them for Sharon's attention. She
screwed her cunt back onto Sue's fingers...as Sue pushed
back, hard. She could feel Tyla's vagina quivering. Sharon
drew in one of Tyra's nipples, and sucked firmly.
"AWWWWWWWWW! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Tyla screamed, her eye rolling
back in ecstasy. Slowly her orgasm peaked and subsided...her
pussy pulsing on Sue's fingers, her nipples super erect and
tingling.
"Ummmmmmm! Oh God! Ummmmmm!" Tyla crooned, her eye still
closed. Her pussy quivered. She shuddered. "OK. OK. You two
can come to our little contest! Umm, Oh God, I think I can
come again right now!'
Sue and Sharon smiled at one another and went back to work
on their gorgeous friend.
LIBRE ISLAND part 5 of 6
Tyla called late the next afternoon. "Come to East End Beach
at 5 this afternoon. And I hope you're not bashful!"
Thomas was there. Tyla's husband, Derrick, too. Plus a
couple Sue and Sharon had not met, Darla and Henry, and
Tyla's younger sister, Suzanne.
Darla was about 30, a pretty blond, tall and full bodied.
Her slim waist accented her round hips and full breasts that
strained at her cotton mini dress. Her legs were long and
shapely. Darla's face was striking, set off by brilliant
blue eyes and a wide full mouth. "Hi, Sue, Sharon," Darla
smiled. "Welcome to the group."
Darla's husband Henry looked a bit like Tom Cruise, the dark
haired All-American type, but his accent was all Australian.
"'Ello Ladies!," Henry boomed. "You two are damn GORGEOUS!"
Darla turned and smiled at her happy husband. "Well
sweetheart, you'll get a chance to show them just how
gorgeous you think they are!
Henry cuddled Darla and kissed her neck. "Don't you worry
love! I'm in the mood to SHOWOFF!" Everyone laughed.
Suzanne seemed shy. Like Tyla, she was lightskinned, the
classic beautiful Caribbean mulatto, a wonderful cross
between one white, fair parent and one dark black parent.
Her lips were full, her nose delicate, her eyes huge and
green with thin arched shiny black eyebrows. Her hair, like
Tyla's was a mass of light brown, blond highlighted curls.
But where Tyla's body was right out of Playboy, busty and
curvy, Suzanne was hard as a rock. Her breasts stood out
dramatically but only because her ribcage was full. They
were very firm. Suzanne wore no bra and her nipples, which
were very long and thick, pressed into her tee shirt. Her
arms and legs were very slender and muscular, her waist very
small and her ass as tiny and tight as Thomas'.
Tyla's husband, Derrick, began. "Well, everyone, I guess you
can see that we have two guests tonight. Get to know Sue and
Sharon while we relax now." He smiled and shook his blond
head. "I KNOW you will like them!"
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Everyone drank rum, ate clams and crusty bread and laughed
for nearly an hour. Darla was in a group with Sue, Derrick
and Henry when she suddenly announced, "You know, I am
really horny all of a sudden!"
"You are, are you?" teased Henry, her husband. "And what are
you just thinking about?"
"Ohh, Henry, I was just thinking about showing all these
pretty people my breasts," Darla was breathing harder now,
staring at Henry's face.
"You were?" Henry said, feigning surprise.
"Yes!" breathed Darla. "And then showing them my pussy!"
"Oh God Darla!" croaked Henry. Nothing turned the hunky
Australian more than a hot show by his foxy wife.
Darla lifted a slim hand to one big breast, teasing at the
nipple through the thin cotton of her dress. "My nipples are
so hot," she murmured, "so hot..." She raised her other hand
and teased her other breast, her arms crossed gracefully
across her jutting bosom.
The others made themselves comfortable in the circle of
lounges and armchairs. The late afternoon sun bathed the
scene in an orange light, the sound of waves blending with
Darla's breathing...
"Show us your pussy!" cried Henry jerking off with long
strokes, his cock hard as stone, so fat that his hand could
barely encircle it...
"Say it again!" groaned Darla, holding her cunt tightly thru
her wet panties. Her big tits shimmied on her chest, both
nipples juttingly erect..
"Show...us...your...pussy," Henry could barely speak. He
whipped his eyes around the group.
Thomas stared at Darla, stroking his cock firmly.
Suzanne's hips bounced like she was getting fucked, her
mouth falling open.
Derrick's cock rose like a giant cobra up through the
waistband of his shorts. He rubbed the head with the pads of
two fingers, spreading his precum, jerking with the
sensation but saving his arousal...
Sue and Sharon too were saving their orgasms but watching,
breathing hard, their nipples erect, their faces flushed...
"Show us!" urged Henry.
"Please, girl!" Thomas chimed in, begging, "You want us to
look at you Darla?"
"Oh God!" groaned Darla. The gorgeous girl hooked her
fingers in the little panties, lifted her legs and in a
second she was naked. "Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm" she moaned, loving
the eyes on her. She blew a kiss to Thomas and to Henry and
let her legs fall open.
"Oh God!" groaned Henry. His balls drew up tight, boiling
juice seething inside.
Darla's lower cunt lips were shaved. Her pussy gaped open
wetly, the inner lips bright pink and glistening with juice.
Her clit jutted out of its sheath. A beautiful cunt, totally
aroused. Darla was panting, lightheaded, her ears hot, so
close to orgasm...
"Ummmmmmmmm!" Thomas felt himself losing control. He had the
strongest urge to splatter...
Henry's balls jolted...
Darla wanted to wait but she couldn't. She dropped her right
hand to her hard stomach, extending one finger and touched
her clitsheath...
Thomas felt the head of his cock go hot, felt his balls
clutch...
Darla brought her left hand under her right breast, extended
a finger... "Ahhhhh!"... and flicked the hard nipple...
Henry looked one last time at Tyla, Suzanne, Sharon. Sue
blew him a kiss. "Cream your wife!" Sue urged...
Darla pulled her clitsheath back. "Ugh! Ugh!" Pinched her
nipple. "UMMMMM!" Then used her second finger to touch her
exposed clit! "AHHHHH! UGGGGHHHHH!" I'M..."...
Thomas' cock erupted. "UMMMMMM!" A big streamer of cum
arched high over Darla's head...
Darla's orgasm knocked her head back. "OHHHHH! OHHHHH!" A
squirt of juice splashed out of her vagina. "AGGGGHHHHH!
AGGGGGHHHHH!" Darla tried to look up at Henry, at Thomas,
but she was cumming too hard! "Ummmm! Ummmm! OH! GOOOODDDD!"
Darla flick her clit in time to her spasms...
Thomas fired another shot clear over Darla's head.
"UGH!" moaned Henry, staring at his wife shuddering before
him. A string of Thomas' cum fell on her breasts. Henry
pulled the skin tight on his cock, his fist slammed into his
bloated balls and he came, hard! "AHHHHHHHHH! OH! OH! DARLA!
DARLA! LOOK! LOOK! LOOK!"
Darla lifted her head in time. A big surge of cream welled
up out of Henry's cockmouth and splattered Darla's thighs
and stomach...
Sue, Suzanne and Sharon stared...
"More baby! more!" urged Darla, timing her cum pulses now to
her husband's...
"UGGGHHHHH!" shouted Henry. His ass clenched and another
huge splatter of cream burst out. He hosed Darla's pussy and
fingers...
"OH! You nasty nasty man!" Henry's cum was so hot! It burned
Darla's belly and made her clit fire harder...
"Oh God!" moaned Suzanne. The slim girl couldn't stand the
show! "Henry! Thomas! Shoot! Shoot! Oh I love the juice!"
"H-H-Henry?" groaned Thomas, staring at Darla. "Ugh! C-C-Can
I?..."
"Yes! Go!" answered Henry.
Thomas aimed his cock at Darla as a huge streamer of cum
blasted from his slit. The juice splattered Darla's breasts.
Thomas fired again, creaming Darla's cunt and thighs...
Suzanne plunged her hand into her bikini bottom, stroked her
cunt and moaned. "So much! So much cum!"
Henry stared, incredibly turned on. He fisted his cock. His
balls and stomach twinged and the cream shot from his cock
right at Thomas! The cum hosed his friend's cock, covering
it with thick sperm!...
"OH GOD!" cried Suzanne. "Henry! That is so sexy!" A second
later she was cumming. "Ugh! OH! Thomas! Thomas Do Henry!
Cream him back!"
Thomas glared at his immense cock, all spattered with
Henry's juice. His hand slipped and slid in all the cum. His
eyes flicked to Suzanne, turned on by her quick arousal...
"Yes!" cried Darla, "Cream my husband!"
Thomas felt a huge wad well up. "GRRRRR!" he growled. He
aimed and a big blast of cream blew out of his
cockhead...spattering Henry's cock and balls and his jerkoff
hand!
"Ugh!" UGH!" grunted Henry. It was hot! His balls quivered
and he fired a shot back. The sperm struck Thomas' cockhead
and drooled down the shaft...
"Oh God! Oh GOD!" Darla was cumming again, hard, jamming her
fist into her cunt. "T-T-That is soooo hot!"
Suzanna was grunting, cumming very hard, staring at Henry
and Thomas' and Darla's cumfest...
A few more shots and the guys were done...covered in one
another's sperm, their hands and bellies glistening, big
white streamers dripping from their erections. And even more
cream all over Darla! It was a sweaty, juicy mess!
LIBRE ISLAND part 6 of 6
The others were incredibly aroused. Now it was Tyla's turn.
She did a sexy strip showing off her perfect body, all tits
and a tight butt. Derrick was entranced.
"Sharon?" Tyla said, sitting down in an armchair. "I saw you
slap your clit the other day? Teach me how to cum that way?"
"What if I show you?"
"Ummm, perfect, but I have to tell you, after Thomas and
Henry and Darla and my sexy little sister, Suzanne, I won't
last long!"
"Neither will I!" smiled Sharon. She wiggled over to a chair
opposite Tyla's and began a strip of her own. Sharon loved
her big tits and loved to show them to appreciative friends.
She teased, dropping her bra top away and covering her
nipples, them, finally revealing all.
"Sue, you too!" urged Tyla.
Sue hissed with arousal. She couldn't wait to get naked. She
turned her back to the group, dropped her suit and let
everyone look at her round ass. Then, Sue leaned forward,
letting her pussy peak out from between her lean thighs.
"Oh Jesus!" groaned Derrick, "Tyla, look at Sue!"
Sue dropped a finger between her legs and made sure Derrick
saw her tease her wet pussy. She dragged the tip of her
finger slowly thru her cunt, then drilled it into her
vagina. Her G spot was swollen and electric. A few touches
and Sue was gasping! Then she spun around. Sue's breasts
were perfect, firm and jiggly, with the sexiest squared off
nipples Derrick had ever see. Sue pouted at Derrick, looked
down and pouted at her nipple, looked back at Derrick and
blew him a kiss, then stuck out her tongue and dragged it
over the tingling tip of her tit. Derrick was breathing
harder and harder. He loved Sue's breasts and so did his
wife!
"Sue, Sharon, give me a nipple kiss," giggled Tyla. They
knew what she meant. The two friends went to Tyla, knelt and
brought their breasts down just opposite hers.
Derrick stared, his cock pounding erect, two inches over the
top of his shorts, the head a deep purple...
Sharon leaned forward and let her nipples kiss Tyla's. Both
girl's gasped. The sensation was electric. One hot, stiff
nipple against another...pressing, bending...catching. This
was supposed to be a jerk off contest but Tyla and Sharon
pressed against one another more urgently, dying to make
love...
Then Sue, dragging her nipples across Tyla's and Sharon's,
loving the electric prickles as the stiff nipples tugged and
pulled at each other!
They heard a ripping sound. Derrick tearing his shorts off
to get at his bursting cock! He took it in his fist and
jerked off!
"Ummmm! Yes! Look Tyla!" Sharon murmured. "We're driving
your husband crazy!"
Derrick was a wild man! She staggered to a position just in
front of Tyla, Sue and Sharon, standing with legs bent, the
muscles in his chest and belly and thigh in sharp relief.
And Derrick's cock was bursting!
"Tyla, lover, I think Derrick is losing it!" laughed Sue.
"Derrick honey, are you going to make a mess?"
Derrick stared back wild eyed. "Yes!!" He stroked his prick
proudly.
"Oh God!" Sue loved Derrick's audaciousness! Her pussy
twinged. She swiveled around in her chair, faced Derrick and
pulled her legs back. Her pussy gaped open wetly. Sue drove
two fingers into her vagina, pressing the heel of her hands
against her clit.
Tyla joined in, snuggling her chair in next to Sue's,
showing Derrick her open cunt, sprawling back with her legs
over Sue's. Tyla felt Sue's legs quiver as they played with
their cunts.
Sharon pulled another chair to where Derrick could see her
as well as Sue and Tyla. She watched Derrick pounding his
prick, Sue and Tyla caressing their cunts. What a rush!
Sharon thought she might be able to cum just by watching;
she was that turned on, but Tyla had asked her for
something...
"Umm, Tyla sweet?" Sharon whispered, watching Derrick's
stomach muscles, so hard, so strong...
"Yes Sharon? Oh Derrick honey I love when you jerk off for
me!"
"Ummmm!" Sharon had to hurry. She was losing control. "Tyla
honey....Ummmmmm...Tyla...tear yourself away from that stud
husband of yours and look at me!"
"Love to look at you!" Tyla groaned.
"T-T-Take your fingers like this. Roll your hips up so your
clit is standing up tall..." Sharon opened her long legs,
tilted up her hips and showed off her pussy. It was bare,
slick smooth, and the inner cunt lips hung down heavily.
Sharon's clit was huge, just like a little prick, with a
shaft and a head. Tyla watched, still stroking her own clit.
Sue's eyes flicked from Derrick's erection...his cockhead
was dripping juice now...back to Sharon's cunt. She's seen
this show before and always love it!...
Slap! Slap! Sharon used the flat of her fingers to give her
clit wet little slaps...her breasts quivering with each
little stroke. Slap! Slap! Slap!
Derrick glared at Sharon's show, loving her passion, loving
how clean and naked and naughty her slick-shaved cunt looked
and how gorgeously big her clit was! A pretty girl with big
tits and a fat clit! Derrick felt his balls draw up...
Sharon slapped harder! She and Derrick made eye contact. Her
clit twittered in response! Sharon was going to cum! "TYLA!"
Sharon groaned. "Try it! Oh God, it feels so good!"
Sue reached over and whispered in Tyla's ear, "Do it honey!
Slap your clit!"
Tyla rolled her hips up. Sue put her hand on Tyla's mound
and pulled back, baring Tyla's clit. It stood up pink and
wet. Tyla looked down, lifted her hand and slapped gently.
The pleasure shot thru her pussy to her anus and up to her
nipples. Slap. Tyla's clit was burning. Slap. Tyla's ears
were ringing, her hips thrusting. Slap! Tyla loved the
feeling! Slap! Slap! "D-D-Derrick! Sharon! Sue!" Tyla's eyes
were glazing over...
Sue drove her fingers deeply into her vagina. Her G spot was
on fire! She felt a huge orgasm suddenly seconds away!...
Derrick glared at Sue. He loved the way her fingers
disappeared, the way he hips danced. Sue was coming...
And so was Derrick! "OH!" He cried. One sound and then a
streamer of cum fired straight up out of his prick.
Sue felt her cunt clench and then Derrick's cream splattered
all over her stomach. "AHHHHH!" she cried, the hot juice
driving her into an intense orgasm. "Ugh Ugh!" Sue's legs
squirmed against Tyla's, their hips bumping together warmly.
Sue's cunt clenched hard, the sensations spiraling up and
up...
"UGH! UGGGGHHH!" Derrick raged! Another huge burst of sperm
arched onto Sue! She was drenched! So slimy! So Hot!!
Tyla couldn't stand watching Derrick ejaculate on Sue! She
slapped her clit on last time and exploded. "AHHHHHH!"
Tyla's vagina clenched, splashing hot juice on Sue's legs!
"UH! UH! UH! OH GOD! I'M cumming so hard!!" Tyla was
screaming...
Sharon's clit swelled to it's largest! Sue was shaking in
her climax, Tyla was cumming so hard, and Derrick...
"Derrick!" Sharon groaned, feeling her clit explode.
"Derrick look at me!" Sharon twisted so Derrick could see
her huge clit at the moment...it...exploded...! "AH! AHH!"
Sharon began cumming, her anus clenching...her vagina
quivering and her big clit...bursting!
Derrick turned, looked at Sharon's incredible exhibition.
They made eye contact!
"C-C-Cream..." Sharon's cunt fired again. She was nearly
fainting, her mouth open in ecstasy. "C-C-Cream me!"
"Oh yes! Sharon!" Derrick's cock lurched at the request, a
big gush of cum welling up out of his cockhead and
splattering Sharon's pussy.
"Derrick!" Derrick!" Sharon groaned. She jerked with each
scalding splash... "Oh! Oh! So much cum!"
Derrick's stroked hard and a big gush shot over Sharon to
Tyla's pretty face! Tyla brought the juice to her mouth and
the taste snapped her out of her orgasmic daze.
The traditional ending...Tyla nuzzled up to her husband's
huge cock. "A little more?" she crooned. Derrick spurted on
her lips. "Ummm. More?" Derrick drooled cum on Tyla's cheek.
"Yum!" Tyla pumped out the final few shots by hand, kissing
the head of Derrick's cock as the cream oozed out onto her
lips.
Note: Originally, Sharon had wanted this to be the end of
the story, but just before I posted it, I got a message from
her announcing that she can't leave it alone, and will soon
be providing additional chapters. Stay tuned. And please
feel free to send email to her via my address of
SueNH@AOL.com.
LIBRE ISLAND part 7
For their last day on Libre Island, Sue and Sharon went for
one more swim. The sea was so clear that snorkeling felt
like flying. They skimmed over clouds of fish and hovered
over the colorful reef. The water was 85 degrees, the sun
beat down, and they were happy.
"Head back?" asked Sharon, pulling her head out of the water
to talk to Sue.
"OK," Sue, "but look who's come to say goodbye."
Sharon squinted into the sun, the droplets on her facemask
obscuring her view of shore. Was that Derrick and Thomas?
She pulled the mask off. Yes! The two sexiest men had come
down to their hidden beach!
Sue and Sharon stepped unsteadily onto the sand after nearly
an hour in the water and walked unsteadily up onto the
beach.
Sue's hair was nearly white, her skin glowing with color.
The sleek muscles in her legs were pumped up from the swim.
Sue wore her black bikini, just the wickedly tiny bottom, a
little pouch the front and a thin thong in the back. It made
her feel so exposed, so naked. She loved it and the shocking
effect it had on others. Sue was topless; she hadn't worn a
bikini bra in ten days and her breasts were freckled and
beautiful. They jiggled as Sue waded out of the sea, her
alluring square-tipped nipples erect on the bulging pink
areolae that projected from her grapefruit sized breasts.
Sharon wore her white bikini bottom, very high cut so her
legs looked long and lean. She, too, was topless...and top-
heavy. As Sue's breasts quivered, Sharon's swayed
heavily...tanned and round. Her nipples were stiff and
puckered with the chill. Both women looked gorgeous. Derrick
and Thomas stared lustily.
"Hello gentlemen," said Sue, turning so Thomas could dry her
back. "What brings you out here to this deserted beach?"
Sharon strode mock-defiantly toward Derrick, the seawater
dripping from her breasts. He admired her body, then let his
eyes drift up to her eyes as she asked, teasingly, "You
didn't come all the way out here just to see us, did you?"
"Did you?" Sue repeated the question, turning to let Thomas
dry her breasts. She could feel his hands molding her
curves.
"Actually," said Derrick, "We're already missing you. I
can't believe you're leaving today." Derrick's handsome face
gave away his genuine emotion.
Thomas said, "We're really going to miss you. Sue, Sharon,
you are so...alive and..."
"And so pretty," added Derrick. "We just had to come down
here and see you one more time. Tyla and Suzanne told us
you'd walked this way... and we thought..."
"That if you ladies wanted..." Thomas lowered his eyes to
the ground, bashfully...
"What?" teased Sue, flashing a quick glance at Sharon.
"What?"
"If we wanted what, Thomas?" chimed in Sharon, smiling to
herself.
"Oh Hell," blurted out Derrick. "We just really want to fuck
with you both one more time..." "If you want," Thomas said
hopefully.
Sue began laughing, her breasts shimmying. Sharon joined in,
throwing her head back with amusement.
"What's so funny?" Thomas asked tentatively. Derrick had a
quizzical look on his face.
"You guys are So sweet!" laughed Sharon, "and so cute!"
"Of course we'll fuck you!" laughed Sue. "We LOVE fucking
you both!"
Thomas and Derrick looked at one another and burst into
laughter themselves, amused and relieved...
They all relaxed for a while, drinking cold wine coolers and
sunning, as Sharon and Sue warmed up from their swim. Sexual
tension filled the air. They knew they were going to please
one another. No need to rush...
After a while, Sue noticed Thomas's huge cock bulge getting
even larger. "Thomas, dear?"
"Yes Sweet?"
"Is your cock getting bigger?"
Thomas squirmed and Sue saw his bulge twitch and enlarge
further. "Yes, it's getting hard."
"Ummm, it is? Why?"
"Because seeing you and Sharon sitting her with your breasts
naked and knowing we are all going be making love soon is
turning me on!"
"Ummmm, me too," said Sue. She hooked her fingers in the
sides of her bikini bottom and pulled it off, her ass
lifting gracefully. Sue sat on the blanket facing Thomas and
Derrick and let her legs fall open so both men could see her
cunt. The ragged inner lips were peeking out, her thin blond
pussy hair parted to reveal her pink clit. It was erect and
her pussy was wet. It looked spectacular, enticing...sexy.
Thomas imitated Sue, pulling his suit off, sitting back to
face Sue and Sharon, his legs apart, his knees comfortably
bent. Thomas' stomach was flat and hard as a rock, his
abdominal muscles sharply defined under his thin dark skin.
His cock was hugely erect, the shaft fat and bulging with
veins and very stiff, the head swollen and full and
purplish, its skin pulled so tight that it shone, the
cockslit gaping open. It looked a foot long.
"God!" enthused Sharon, running her fingertips idly across
her breasts and stiff nipples. She reached down and slipped
out of her suit. Sharon's breasts were so big they made her
hips look tiny. Her hipbones stood up, her stomach was flat,
her thighs thin. She expanded her chest and heaved her tits
up in a way she'd learned to make them look their best.
"Ummmmmmmm" Thomas loved it, Sharon could tell. His cock
jumped and a clear tear welled up out of his cockslit and
ran down his immense prick staff.
Sharon looked at him and then locked eyes with Derrick and
let her legs fall open. Her inner pussy lips flowered out
wetly, her clit erected even more and stood up proudly.
Sharon felt like she could come...
And Derrick hardly helped her keep her composure. He pulled
that damn trick again, sucking in his hard stomach, until
the purple head of his big dick popped right out over the
waistband of his shorts...
"Oh damn Derrick!" Sharon moaned. "I swear you'll make me
cum if you don't stop that. God that looks so sexy!"
Derrick smiled, blew Sharon a kiss and pulled off his suit.
His prick looked damn near as big as Thomas', hot and hard.
Sue felt her mouth watering. She moved gracefully to Thomas'
side, put a warm arm on his shoulder and gave him a kiss.
His arm felt warm against her breasts, his thigh hot against
her thigh. Their tongues dueled gently. Thomas' was a
wonderful kisser, but after a moment Sue pulled her mouth
free and kissed her way down Thomas' chest. She nipped at
his nipples with her teeth. He hissed and his cock twitched.
Another drop of precum wept from his cockhead. Sue watched
it make its way down down down Thomas steely cockshaft, as
she ran her hands across his hard stomach and hard muscled
thighs.
"Thomas," said Sue. "I think you have the most beautiful
cock I have ever seen." And before he could reply, Sue
wrapped her hand around the fat shaft near the base, opened
her mouth and pressed her lips down over Thomas' glans.
He moaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. Sue's lips
went lower and lower as she engulfed Thomas' gigantic prick.
Sue felt the huge head fill her mouth, then enter her
throat. She was so turned on, so relaxed, that she deep
throated Thomas easily. Nearly a foot of cock disappeared
into her mouth. She loved the feeling and hummed with
pleasure. Thomas' legs quivered, his toes curling...
Sue pulled back until a more manageable length of Thomas'
cock filled her mouth and gave him a beautiful sucking,
running her fingers over his balls and ass and belly at the
same time. Sue looked at Thomas' face while she nursed on
his cock, loving the effect she had on him...
Derrick tore his eyes from the sight and scooted over next
to Sharon. They kissed, watching Thomas and Sue, then, as
the intimacy of the kissing had its effect they turned more
toward one another kissed and nibbling each others lips
lovingly. Derrick reached up and cupped one of Sharon's
breasts, lifting and squeezing, pulling on her nipple
firmly. He lowered his lips, took the fat nipple into his
mouth and sucked. Sharon gasped. "Derrick, I'm so hot. I
want you to fuck me right now!"
"Ummmmm!" Derrick moaned, his mouth still wrapped around
Sharon's tit peak. Sharon fell back on her elbows, her tits
standing up, then shimmying to the side on her ribcage.
Derrick got between her legs, grasped his stone hard cock in
one big fist and fitted it against Sharon's loose, wet pussy
lips. He was so excited he was practically panting.
Sharon too was out of breath, overwhelmed with emotion. She
looked at Derrick's eyes. They glittered with lust and
arousal. His mouth was smiling but intense. Sharon flicked
her eyes down to where Derrick purplish cockhead was pushing
her pussy lips all out of shape. "Do it!' Sharon cried.
LIBRE ISLAND part 8
Derrick snapped his hips and his huge cockhead disappeared
into Sharon's vagina. She hissed with pleasure and pushed
back. Derrick's cock slid in tightly...and deeply...and then
out...and then in. So hot..So good!
"Oh God," Sharon whispered in choking whisper. "Oh God, I
can't wait. I'm cumming right now!"
Derrick thrust in and out, in and out, feeling his orgasm
overcoming him as quickly as Sharon's. His balls flushed red
hot...
Sharon's anus clenched very hard, her stomach muscles burst
into hot tingles, her clit swelled to bursting...
Derrick felt his balls pulse, then pulse again harder, felt
a hot flash burst thru his stomach and race toward the base
of his cock...
"Sh-Sharon!!" Derrick roared, his eyes wide open, staring
into Sharon's face. A big burst of sperm burst thru his
cockshaft and flooded into Sharon. Then another. Derrick
pumped his cock deeply, held it against Sharon's cervix and
another hot burst of cream splashed into her.
"AGGGHHH! AGGGHHHH!" Sharon couldn't control herself.
Derrick spermy blast took her over the top. Her cunt
convulsed into a huge orgasm. "UUUMMMMMMMM! AAHHHHHHHHHH!"
Sharon was practically screaming with pleasure. Her clit was
pulsing! Pulsing! Pulsing!
Sue sucked harder on Thomas' cock, watching Sharon shudder
thru her climax and watching Derrick hose her full of cum.
She jerked hard on Thomas' cock and sucked on the head until
Sharon and Derrick were finished, recovered, sitting
up...and watching.
"Thomas," Sue said, pulling her mouth off Thomas' penis,
"sit back now and get comfortable." Thomas shook his head to
clear the erotic cobwebs and knelt next to Sue, facing
Sharon and Derrick, who'd cuddled up lovingly, Derrick big
arms over Sue's shoulders, her arm around his waist. Thomas'
cock stood up, fully erect, looking a foot tall as he knelt.
Sue kissed his handsome face one time, then straddled his
legs and brought her went cunt down so the lips draped over
Thomas' cockhead.
"Wait, you two," said Sharon. "Sue honey, turn to face us."
"Whatever you want, Miss Sharon," Sue laughed, swinging
around. Sue's gorgeous ass was in Thomas' face. He kissed
each cheek, then licked Sue's anus. She closed her eyes and
enjoyed the intense tickling sensation. It made her clit
tingle and her vagina clench and she loved it. "Ummmmmmmmm."
Sharon felt her pussy begin to come alive again. Derrick's
cock began to fill with blood. Sharon ran her hand up and
down the fattening shaft.
Sue lifted up, fitted Thomas' cock to her pussy and before
she could lower her weight, Thomas' flicked his hips up and
his cockhead disappeared. "Oh, Thomas!" Sue cried, She
looked down to where Thomas' cock entered her body. Her
mouth fell open lustily and she drove her pussy down hard on
Thomas' steel hard erection.
"God! Sue!" cried Sharon. She and Derrick cuddled closer,
enjoying the incredible show.
Thomas' cock bottomed out, its huge bulk filling Sue's tight
cunt thrillingly. Sue fell back against Thomas. He cupped
her breasts, running his fingers over Sue's erect nipples,
kissing her neck and plunging his cock in and out of her
pussy.
Sue ran her fingers over Thomas' thighs in a feathery light
caress. The contrast between the intense stimulation from
his cock and Sue's light tough drove Thomas insane! He felt
his balls pulse and suddenly his orgasm was seconds away!...
"Sue!" purred Sharon.
"W-w-what, honey?" gasped Sue.
"I'm going to write about you!"
"Oh God!" moaned Sue. "about you and me?"
"Yes! About you and me and about this moment!"
"Tell me! Tell me!"
"I'm going to write a story called Libre Island and send it
to you and you're going to post it on the Internet!"
"OH God!" cried Sue, her eyes rolling crazily, her hips
dancing. Thomas' cock was so big Sue's pussy lips were all
distorted, pink and wet and luscious as the fat prick drove
in and out. "Sharon! Sharon!"
"Yes and I'm going to write about how much you love Thomas'
cock!"
"I love it! I love it!"
"And I'm going to write about how you sat on his lap
today..."
"And how he's fucking me sooooo good!..."
"And how he pumped you so full of cream!..."
"Yes! Yes! Oh, God, Sue! Thomas! I'm cumming!" Sue threw her
head back and screamed, Her vagina clenched and her clit
exploded.
"Come good! Come good, honey! And I'll tell all your fans!
All your fans how good you cum!"
Sue's head lolled around on her shoulders, her body racked
with spasms. Thomas drove his cock very deeply and groaned
loudly.
"Cream Sue!" cried Sharon. "Cream her pussy!"
Thomas' balls pulsed hard and a surge of sperm splattered
into Sue's cunt. He groaned again, "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" The
shots were intense, the cream thick and plentiful.
"Sue! Thomas is making such a pretty mess in your pussy! You
know how your fans love it when you get all covered in cum!"
Sue lifted her hips and pulled Thomas' cock free. Thick
white cream drooled heavily out of her vagina. She was
clogged with Thomas' sperm! And there was more. Sue wrapped
her fist around Thomas' jerking shaft that stood up now
between her legs and she stroked. A huge splurt of cream
hosed her belly and the underside of her breasts!
"Yes! Yes!" Sharon cried. "Do it Thomas! God I love the way
this man cums! So much!"
It took another half minute for Thomas to stop shooting and
when he was done Sue was a happy girl, covered in cum from
the bottom of her breasts to her thighs. "Sharon?" murmured
Sue, running her fingertips idly thru the hot tracks of
sperm on her belly. "I think they'll like reading about
this. I think I'LL like reading about this!" Sue's nipples
were rock hard, erect from her intense orgasm. She shuddered
from head to foot. "Get started soon, OK?'
"Promise," said Sharon and they all four laughed.
It had been a great vacation! Sue and Sharon knew their many
friends on the Internet would love reading all about it!
Note from Sharon: Now that I've proofread these last two
chapters, I have to go masturbate. It's the truth; I can't
hide it. I have to cum now. Tell me, thru SueNH@AOL.com,
what parts of this story turned you on the most? smooch!
Thank you.
The story that follows was written by Meursault6, who read
my stories "Film At Eleven," and took up my suggestion to
write something in response. His email address is
Meursault6@aol.com, and he would like to get feedback from
you. It really turns me on to know that my fantasies strike
such a responsive chord in other people. If you would like
to write something about your dreams of you and me, I'd love
it. I would love to enlarge on this "With Sue" series of
stories.
NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only-so don't
read it if you don't think you can be mature about it.
Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy,
and I hope that you can keep your notions of real and
fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If you
would like to let me know what you think, or if you have a
follow-up fantasy (which is something that I REALLY like),
you can reach me at SueNH@AOL.com... but I can't promise to
return your emails... I do have some other things to do in
my real life!
Waiting For Late Night (sequel to Sue's
Film at Eleven)
by Meursault6@aol.com
It was one of those awkward moments. The intensity of the
orgasm left my mind blank, spent. My whole body was weak as
I lay on the ottoman, afraid that I might just flow of it
into a puddle on the heart pine floor. I open my eyes and
see Nina's back, lightly tan, and the twin orbs of her paler
buttocks, mechanically, automatically, rising and falling
over my softening cock. An automaton in cold physical
reaction to the orgasm so warmly reached before. While I am
spent.
There is Sue. Sue who filmed this, who took this coitus to
another level. She is putting down the handcorder on the
table, still walking on with her bent knees. The crotch of
her white leotard has bunched between the lips of her
vagina, and her wetness has stained through to darken the
fabric of her clothing. She is a fine looking women, her
blonde hair cascading down her back, her long legs muscular
and tanned. She told Nina and me earlier of her trip to the
Caribbean, and the sensuousness of the beach and the sun.
I'm so spent that I cannot speak.
My cock softens so that the head drops out of the grasp of
Nina's labia and thuds against my stomach. It is oiled with
our fluids, gleaming in the light of the fire that burns
next to us. Nina's rhythmic motion is so subtle now I can
only discern it from the contractions of her shoulders, I
cannot detect the small rise and fall of her body. She still
straddles me, and beneath the cleft of her buttocks I can
see the stringy droplets resulting from our friction
spilling from her and sticking to the dewy hair on my upper
thighs. Her right hand reaches behind her, between her
parted thighs, and I feel Nina's fingers curl around my limp
prick. I can feel their tips adhere to the goo that mists my
member, and the tightness of the bond when she pulls her
hand away.
Nina unstraddles from over my torso, swinging her leg over
me and the ottoman. I can see her thighs gleam from our
spill. She walks over to the chair were the towel lies
spread, our pubic hair scattered and stuck to the threads by
the shaving lubricant we used earlier. From her silhouette
projected on the wall I watch as Nina wipes herself clean. I
look around the shadowy room with the flicking flames
casting a varied depth of light, but cannot see Sue. Nina
leaves, after finding the towel was soiled, to wash herself.
I lie naked on my back and close my eyes.
I remember.
I can feel the walls of Nina's vagina engulf me, slipping
over my erection like a soft suede glove flexes and grips my
fingers. And the way her the muscles of her vagina rippled
over the length of cock once it was fully embedded in her.
At that moment I was lost, clenching and unclenching my
scrotum and feeling the vibrations pulse along my length. My
eyes closed. Nina pulsing my cock. I don't know where I was,
somewhere in the agony before the ecstasy. Another universe.
And then I felt the alien touch, the cool finger pushing up
the underside of my cock, toward the head. Nina's lips
parted to let the tip into the intimate union we shared.
Where two there was three. Nina's cunt massaged me, the
finger massaged us, the nail at its end scratching against
the underside of my cock head, its tear muted by the wetness
of Nina's secretions. It was so weird. I just lay there,
trying to control my eruption. Then Nina spasmodically rose
and dropped hard onto my prick; I knew she was coming. The
finger pressed against my cock with Nina's rhythm, and I
opened my eyes, looked at Sue's face hovering above Nina's
thigh, Sue's eyes intent as she massaged me and Nina, Nina
hovering above my mushroom head, and I came.
Somehow Sue was the keystone to that moment.
I am back now. Reliving that orgasm, each sensation is some
catharsis to reenter the real world. My brain is here. The
room is dark, and only red embers glow from the fire place.
The wood is damp and the room smoky, it reminds me of the
wet Appalachian apple orchards of the harvest times of my
youth. Naked I throw some more logs on the coals and stoke
the fire. The little light from the fireplace emits a gauzy
reflection off the window panes, but I see a white ghost
beyond them on the screen porch. The flames behind me warm
my back and backside, but my chest feels cold. I can feel
the damp coldness wash over from the lake and through the
open door.
Sue does not turn when I come out to the porch, but stares
at the ice dark lake water, or perhaps the fast-moving
cumulus clouds that are the silver lining of a starry sky.
For the first time I hear the wind whistling. I watch as my
hands grasp the upper arms of Sue. She does not flinch, she
knows I am there. I want to press my body against her back,
but for some reason I know there should be a space there.
Sue has witnessed. The intimacy between us. Sue has shared
it, but not been an integrated actor in our play. Sue has
been there with Nina and me, but in a cameo role. I can
understand the indignant flexing of her back, and the way
her shoulders melt into my palms. I ask Sue if she would
like to come back inside, now that the fire is roaring. It
is cold out here.
We sit beside one another, separated by a duenna's palm
width of propriety, she in her gleaming leotard while I am
naked. I watch as the light from the burning logs flicker
over her face. There are almost-freckles on her cheeks that
almost glow as the tongues of flame lick outward in the
fireplace. I can feel Sue's flush rise from the warmth of
the blaze before us. I long to feel the heat rise from her
flesh, but feel it is inappropriate. We stare at the depth
of the fire, apart, together.
Nina comes into the room. She bears a tray with a bottle of
wine and three glasses and sets it down on the table in
front of the overstuffed couch catty corner to the Ottoman
where I sit beside Sue. Nina is wearing a silk wrap around
gown that barely reaches to the top of her thighs and that
is translucent in the roar of the fire. Nina's light brown
hair drops over this fine material and seems to be organic,
pulsing in the light of the flames. She tells me to clean
myself, and I realize that our outpourings have gelled on my
lower body. I leave, as instructed and wash my genitals in
the sink of white tiled bathroom. The warm water from the
faucet flows over my nether parts, the bar of soap cleaning
with its bubbling lather. In the bedroom I find a pair of
grey cotton drawstring pants and a black T- shirt and put
these on.
Five minutes have passed when I return to the room. From the
top of the varnished stairs I can see the fire has ebbed,
and that Nina and Sue sit close together on the couch. Their
bodies are white, but the luminescence of Nina's gown glares
over the whiteness of Sue's body suit. Their arms and heads
are dull shadows, Sue's blonde head a nightlight, Nina's
light brown hair a texture in the penumbra. I walk down the
stairs behind the couch. For a moment I think that Sue is
crying. Her head is almost buried into the crotch of Nina's
armpit, and Nina is caressing Sue's back. My bare feet let
me move silently across the hardwood floor and I catch
Nina's glance and its message.
Slowly Nina's caresses pull the straps of Sue's leotard off
her shoulders. I place my hands on Sue's neck, my fingers
dwelling over its nape, tracing over the shape of the
vertebrae. I help push the straps down Sue's upper arms and
palm the corner of each shoulder with each hand, as I held
her earlier on the porch. Again I want to press my body
against her back. Nina nuzzles Sue's cheek and neck. I watch
as Nina slowly works the top of Sue's leotard down. I can
see from my vantage point, behind the couch, the warm swells
of her breasts emerge to the light. Sue's nipples are
distended, almost like grub worms, in their erectness. I
long to pinch them, or at least cup her breasts like I do
her shoulders, but instead I watch as Nina's nose and mouth
trace a line of kisses and pressure to the cleavage between
Sue's breasts.
For a moment I am entranced. I know Sue is older than us,
but I admire the tendons that stretch from the outer
underside of her breasts. She is so in shape. This slight
bow to gravity only enhances her beauty, a mote that makes
her perfect. I feel drawn to her, so I kneel on the floor. I
press my face under her hair and kiss the space against her
neck that Nina just recently vacated. I can feel Sue's
breath expelling downwards on to my face, with its aromas of
Shiraz, apple and Nina. I close my eyes and bury my face
behind Sue's left ear, drowning in the sea of her silky
hair. Blinded, my left hand explores on its own. I sense it
tracing down Sue's forearm and can see in my mind's eye it
forays over Sue's speckled tanned skin. Instinctively I know
that Nina has moved on. As I kiss Sue's hair line behind her
ear, my hand bridges that gap between her ulna and ribs and
my fingers feel the crease where her left breast meets her
chest. My fingers reach upwards over the spherical incline
until I feel her knotty nipple between the cleft of my
middle and index finger. I squeeze my digits, clasping her
breast and pinching Sue's nipple warmly, not tightly.
To check on Nina I remove my face from the nest of Sue's
hair. Nina is almost kneeling on the couch. Sue's leotard
has been pulled down to below her waist and rests tightly
over her tips. My right hand slips from Sue's shoulder to
mirror imaged my left. It holds her breast, and I gently
pinch my fingers together and fell the nubbins of her
nipples enveloped in the soft web of flesh between my
longest fingers. My mouth finds hers, and we kiss. Sue's
eyes close when our lips entwine, but I look down and watch
as Nina's tongue swirls around and into Sue's navel. I can
see Nina pulling down the bunched leotard with her left
hand, trying to bring it over Sue's jutting pelvis, while
her Nina's right hand strokes the tops of Sue's thighs.
Almost imperceptibly Sue's legs begin to widen. I kiss Sue
stronger, and think I see the damp spot over the crotch of
her leotard expand
Nina lifts her head from Sue's stomach and kneels on the
floor. Swiftly she lifts Sue's legs over her head and lays
them on lengthwise on the couch. This movement breaks my
kiss with Sue, whose head falls onto the seat of the sofa. I
kneel in a vacuum behind the couch. Nina pulls at the
leotard bunched at Sue's waist, and I watch as Sue lifts her
hips so as to allow Nina to fully undress her. I watch as
the white clothing is stripped down Sue's legs and hoops
through the final hurdle of her ankles. I look up the
parallel legs to where they meet* on a juncture of a thinly
haired, blonde mons. I think back to earlier in the evening
when Nina and I shaved our pubic hair before the lens of the
camera held by Sue. This pulls my attention to my groin, and
the semi-stiffness pressing against the fabric of my loose
pants. Nina rests her head on the tops of Sue's thighs, and
I watch as Nina's tongues searches through the curly
tendrils of Sue's sparse thatch. Sue's legs widen, almost
reluctantly, and Nina's tongue slides over the pebble-like
clitoris and darts between Sue's outer labia. My fingers
touch Sue's temples, and trace downwards over the outline
over her cheekbone to her chin. She turns her face so that
her mouth can entrap my right index finger to the second
knuckle and sucks its length hard.
I escape Sue's mouth. My fingers trace over the sharp
outline of Sue's collar bone, and down the ridge between her
breasts. Her skin is soft but somehow my fingertips can feel
the dimple of every pore. My hands are instinctively drawn
to and dance over the mounds of Sue's breasts. I lean over
the back of the couch and grasp a nipple in my mouth. I let
my teeth clench it while my tongue washes it with my saliva.
I pull my face away, still gripping the erect flesh, almost
trying to strip it of its skin, and then give the same
attention to its twin. My tongue then plies its trades
around the swollen aureoles at the base of each nipple. I
can feel my hard on trying to escape through the waistband
of my casual pants.
Nina is engulfing. When I look down, I can see Nina's
reddening cheeks. Nina's whole mouth is locked around the
opening of your vagina and encompasses the base of your
mons. She is sucking like she sucked my cock earlier,
drawing the blood to Sue's tissue surface and sucking Sue's
aroused. While I can't see it I know that as she sucks
Nina's tongue is working. I imagine it stroking the
crevasses of Sue's labia, darting over Sue's clitoris. I
watch Sue's stomach convulse, knowing what Nina is doing
with her tongue.
As Sue relaxes Nina release her kiss, and looks to me. I
stand and step out of my pants. I walk to the front of the
couch after moving the coffee table to give us some more
room. I kneel next to Nina, who is kissing and suckling the
area between Sue's navel and slit, and kiss Sue. She is
shaking, and it is hard for our lips to press together, but
I feel her hand run up my thigh, gently touch my balls, and
then ring her thumb and index finger around the base of my
cock. I feel the orbit follow my length, stopping beneath
the base of the head. Sue's digits massage my foreskin,
attempting to pull it over the stretching head of my prick.
I can feel Sue pull me toward her. Nina moves aside to let
be by and I crawl on the couch. All this time Sue's fingers
are locked around me. As I lower myself, Sue guides the head
of my cock against the folds of her labia.
I enter a heated grotto. The walls of her vagina grip me but
allow me to slide easily into her. This is not like the
tight familiar confines of Nina. It is warm, it is
welcoming. Very slowly I begin to thrust in and out. I enjoy
every fold of Sue's flesh rippling over my length. Sue's
upper thighs grip my hips, and then slowly move up my body,
clenching my waist, then the lower reaches of my ribcage. I
keep my thrusting slow, but then withdraw to swing her legs
over my shoulders, enter her again and feel the backs of her
knees clenching my shoulders. I will not speed up this slow
deliberate rhythm, though I sense Sue wants to push harder
and faster.
Nina has lifted Sue's head and now sits on the couch,
cradling Sue's head in her hairless crotch. Nina' robe has
opened, and I can see the erectness of her pink nipples. I
look at Nina's face as she watches me fuck Sue. Nina is
almost disinterested as she stares at me. Automatically she
wipes sweat from Sue's brow and her head nods slightly with
each thrust of my cock into Sue. I can taste the smell
emanating from Sue, from every pore, but I'm locked in my
stare with Nina. Nina shakes her head and I withdraw my cock
from Sue. I lean back against the arm of the couch and watch
as Sue maneuvers over me. She sits in my lap. I can feel her
middle finger against the underside of my cock as she
directs its length into her. The soft folds of her labia
engulf my cock head as Sue lowers her body onto mine. The
finger pressing against my prick enters with me and Sue cups
my balls with the palm of her hand. Sue lifts and drops in a
slow rhythm that matches the slothful pace I took earlier.
Sue's eyes are closed, and I feel her pubic bone crush
against my own, and she gyrates her hips over my placid
pelvis. I can feel Sue's vagina gripping and ungripping me,
not as tightly as Nina can, but in an erstwhile imitation.
Our breasts press together, sweaty from out exertions. Sue's
elongated nipples rubbed against my own.
Nina's hands intervene. She is behind Sue, and cups Sue
breasts. At first I thought it was to aid our sensuality,
but Nina tries to pull Sue's back down the couch. Sue does
this, pulling my cock down to an obtuse angle that makes it
hard to fuck her. Nina tries to aim her hairless crotch onto
Sue's face, but I can see this makes Sue uncomfortable. I
take Nina's hand as I slide down the couch so that I now lie
on my back, away from resting on the sofa's armrest. Sue
grabs my cock and straddles me, looming over me. Soon she
begins to rise and fall over the length of my cock. Her
slippery cunt almost loses grip at the apex of her rhythm,
but the strong downward force of her body holds me in place.
Sue has quickened her pace. Nina sits on the arm of the
couch and slowly lower her hips. I reach out to touch her
with my tongue. I can see her dew condensing on the inner
opening between her labia. Nina is aroused, so I see, from
the swelling and darkening of her labia. She lowers her
crotch on my face, so that my nose pushes against the tight
orchid of her anus and my mouth and tongue dwell over her
cunt. I work my lips and tongue on her, tasting every drop
that emanates. Sue is working my cock, ever faster. I feel
her cup my balls and squeeze them, while her other hand
holds the base of shaft with two fingers and a thumb and
rubs it in a beat totally different from the hips that pound
around me. I feel like I have two cocks, fucking or be
fucked at different paces. And they are both about to come.
Nina leans forward and kisses Sue. One of Nina's hands
caresses the point of union between me and Sue, fingers
forming a ring above Sue's and matching Sue's crazy hand
jive; another finger strokes Sue's clitoris in that same
rhythm. Nina's other hand floats over Sue's breast,
massaging them, Soon I feel one of Sue's hands passing
through the hairless crotch above my face, and my tongue
laps the index finger that finds it way into my mouth. I can
feel Sue's urgency as she pounds me. Nina starts to rub
herself across my face. My left hand joins Nina's rubbing
the outer reaches of Sue crotch. Nina is gushing into my
mouth. I think my pelvis will shatter from Sue's pounding. I
fell my prick being sucked by Sue's orgasm, and as it is
released momentarily my welling come gushes into her. Sue
rises again gripping, almost sucking, and thrusts down again
as another spurt escapes me. Nina is literally grinding into
my face.
I think this heaven, but there are always awkward moments
after you enter. (*inspired by the now-dead, former Italian
Prime Minister, Aldo Moro's description that "the Christian
Democrats and the Communist parties pursue parallel courses
that will eventually meet").
With Sue: Lab Partners
The story that follows was written by someone who read my
stories in alt.sex.stories, and took up my suggestion to
write something in response. It really turns me on to know
that my fantasies strike such a responsive chord in other
people. If you would like to write something about your
dreams of you and me, I'd love it. I would love to enlarge
on this "With Sue" series of stories.
In this case, the writer chooses to keep his total
anonymity, so if you have comments, you'll have to send them
to me.
NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only-so don't
read it if you don't think you can be mature about it.
Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy,
and I hope that you can keep your notions of real and
fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If you
would like to let me know what you think, or if you have a
follow-up fantasy (which is something that I REALLY like),
you can reach me at SueNH@AOL.com... but I can't promise to
return your emails... I do have some other things to do in
my real life!
With Sue: "Lab Partners"
As I sat in the darkness of my room, listening to the soft
laughter and muted conversation drifting down the hallway, I
found myself pondering the strange and exciting progression
of events that had led to this moment....
Wayne and I had been room-mates since our undergrad days. It
started off as a random assignment in the dorm lottery, but
it worked so well that when it came time to move off-campus,
it made sense to lease a house together. We had been lab
partners in lower division studies, research partners in
graduate work, and now having both been recruited by the
same biotech start-up, we found ourselves sharing a lab once
again. Over the course of several years, Wayne and I became
good friends, almost like brothers. Kinda hard not to when
you spend almost every conscious moment together.
So it was probably normal to wonder what would change when
Sue joined the research project.
She came on-line about 3 months ago. Since I had poured so
much personal time and effort into this project, it would
not have been unusual for me to be skeptical about her - or
anyone's - ability to meaningfully contribute. Wayne later
said he felt the same, almost even feeling territorial about
the work we had done. But to be honest, her research
abilities never crossed my mind when the administrator
introduced her... the badge on her lab coat may have said
'Dr.', but the way she filled it out was shouting 'woman'.
And I was listening.
Sue set aside my professional concerns pretty quickly.
Within a week she was up to speed on the project, and within
another week she was making a real difference. It was a good
match - Wayne is very hands-on, I'm very theoretical, and
Sue is enough of both to be able to help make things move
forward. Within a month we were a solid team, working
together in the lab, and having fun.
Yes, definitely having fun. That was an element that Sue
contributed all on her own. With a musical laugh, a
mischievous personality, and a teasing playfulness, we
definitely had more fun in the lab. She had made it very
clear at the beginning that she would not be getting
involved with anyone she worked with - something about
keeping her fantasy life and her real life well separated.
But that never kept her from displaying her femininity... or
us from noticing it.
For one thing, she almost never wears a bra. It's fairly
obvious, even through a lab coat, that she doesn't need to,
but I don't think that's the whole reason. I think she
really enjoys being a little bit of a tease, a little bit of
a exhibitionist, and if Wayne or I happened to be faced with
a panorama of cleavage while she leaned over to study the
latest computer run, well, that seemed to be all right with
Sue. If her lab-coat fell open and uncovered her long tanned
legs to view, she didn't seem to mind us viewing. And it was
always a treat to be in the clean-room with her, where the
chilled air encouraged her nipples to harden under my eager
gaze.
At first, Wayne and I tried to keep things professional in
the lab. Sure, we'd have a good laugh at home about the idea
of peeking down her blouse like schoolboys. And I'm sure
each of us was fantasizing about just exactly what was under
that lab coat, and what we would do it she were to share it
with one or the other of us. I know I was - I had some full-
on raging Technicolor fantasies, with Sue as the star. But
as fun as it was to daydream while gazing at a beautiful
woman across the room, none of that seemed like it was ever
going to go anywhere.
Until Wayne made the connection.
Wayne had discovered alt.sex.stories one day while surfing
the net, and showed some of the stories to me. Some of them
were pretty bizarre, but there was one author that I liked.
In fact, more than once I found myself quietly printing out
a copy of one of her stories, and heading off to the men's
room to read through a favorite passage one-handed. I
suspect Wayne was doing the same. Hell, how could any man
not be lit up by those stories? It became almost a daily
ritual to scan the newsgroup to see if there was a new
offering from "SueNH@aol.com".
It never occurred to us that Sue-on-the-net might be Sue-
from-work until "Sue's Overture" hit the wire. Wayne brought
it home, and with a big grin on his face read it out loud:
very blond (check) 5'9", about 120, pretty slim (check)
straight hair, hangs to just above her breasts (check) half-
cantaloupe size tits (check) nipples long and hard, with
sort of a squared-off end (check, check - hey, I've studied
those for hours at a time). All the way through the whole
post, the author's self-description confirmed what we could
see, and fleshed out my fantasies of what I couldn't see.
With an incredulous laugh, Wayne said "so that's what she
does in her spare time!"
Of course, confirming it might be touchy. Does one just come
out and ask, "are you the one who's writing those stories I
beat off to every day"? No, something about that doesn't
seem right. Neither one of us really ever had the nerve to
broach the subject directly, but eventually we managed to
drop enough hints and load enough questions with innuendo,
she came right out and asked if we had seen her stories.
And she was really interested in talking about them. In
hindsight it shouldn't have been a surprise. Those
wonderfully erotic images could not have come from a woman
who was not in touch with her own desires. She was
fascinated by the fact that her words on a screen had
resulted in real live throbbing hard-ons. She was interested
in knowing which scenarios and descriptions had turned each
of us on. And through the conversation something was
happening that was almost like watching a butterfly emerge
from a cocoon... before our eyes her professional veneer
peeled away, leaving an unobstructed view into the very blue
eyes of a very exciting woman. And as she described her
thoughts, her fantasies, her deepest desires, it became
clear she was excited, too.
Things changed in our lab. Subtly, but definitely. The
playfulness was still there, the teasing was still there.
Perhaps it was just more out in the open. Pressing against
each other in the lab was no longer so innocent - it seemed
as though she were consciously and deliciously pressing
herself against one or the other of us, part of her teasing,
yet another part of her stoking her own arousal with the
knowledge of ours. Our minds were still focused on our
project goals, but our bodies were acutely aware of the
sexual tension that lingered in the room, the promise of
pleasure left unfulfilled
I also noticed that Sue's style of dress went through some
subtle changes. No longer simply casual, yet not outwardly
provocative, her attire was inviting and revealing in a soft
and seductive way. Her lab coat was almost never buttoned
any longer, and the skirts and blouses she wore beneath
seemed deliberately chosen to display her charms. Wrap-
around skirts that flew open as she walked, exposing a long
lovely expanse of leg; a hint of white lace in the v-neck of
a sweater, delicately framing her slender neck and
accentuating the swell of her breasts. One day she wore a
simple scoop-neck white blouse that seemed molded to those
wonderful mounds, and as she walked by the pale skin
surrounding her cleavage danced and jiggled in an almost
irresistible way. I had to fight not to grab her around the
waist and bury my head in her bosom and inhale her.
Oh, and the topics she chose to talk about... I suspect that
if we had asked her some of the questions we got, she'd have
grounds for a sexual harassment complaint. But she seemed to
enjoy watching us squirm when she asked what things we like
to have women do, or what it felt like to come in a woman's
mouth. She asked which of her stories we liked, and why. She
asked if either of us had ever had a group experience, or if
the two of us had ever shared a woman. Mostly, it seemed
that she wanted to know what it felt like to be a man, and
what it felt like to make love to a woman.
She never quite got around to saying that the no-coworkers
rule had been rescinded, but when Wayne asked her if she
would help him celebrate on his birthday, Sue smiled and
said yes.
The silence from the other room pulled me out of my
daydream. No more soft sounds wafting down the hallway, only
the crackle of the logs in the fireplace. I wondered how
long I had been lost in my thoughts.
Thinking that they had left, I wandered towards the living
room... but stopped short when I realized that they were
still on the couch, only silent now. They were sitting
beside one another, he with his arm around her waist, both
gazing contentedly at the fire. Sue had kicked her shoes
off, and had her stockinged feet on the coffee table, legs
crossed at the ankles.
This was the first time I had seen Sue outside the lab, and
I admit to being a little surprised yet again at the way she
was dressed. I'm not sure what I expected, but this was
neither the casual attire from work, nor the sexy dress she
described (and I fantasized about) in 'The Cocktail Table'.
What I saw was a beautiful blonde woman in a simple calf-
length cotton summer dress, the kind that buttons down the
front. Modest V-neck, hint of lace here and there, hair up
and off her neck, framing her face in a halo of golden
highlights. Simple, yes, but God, what a vision.
I hesitated to step out of the hallway. I didn't want to
interrupt, and instinctively I knew that my presence would
break whatever mood was developing.... and, I suppose, much
as I wanted to be a part of things, this was, after all, to
be their night, to be whatever they wanted it to be.
I almost turned to go back to my room... but as I started to
back away, Wayne turned to say something, and when she
looked up in response, it happened. I don't know what it
was, only Wayne saw it... but whatever he saw kept his words
unsaid as he leaned down and pressed his lips gently against
hers. Her chin lifted slightly as she stretched to meet his
kiss. In the flickering light of the fire I could see their
lips move, their mouths open as their tongues reached
tentatively out towards one another.
Wayne drew away for a moment, and as Sue opened her eyes he
met her look with a questioning expression. Her response,
delivered with a smoky smile, was to reach up and capture
Wayne in her arms, and draw him back to her lips. No words
spoken, but volumes of communication passed through that
gaze... curiosity, concern, hesitant desire on his part...
and smoldering arousal on hers.
I had never really seen anyone 'make out' before. Sure, I'd
watched porno movies, but those never really have any
seduction in them, just sex. Part of me wondered if they
would take it 'that far', but then I recalled Sue's no-
coworkers rule, and decided that the kiss was as far as it
was going to go. Still, here were a couple of people sharing
their first kiss, a heart-achingly real and romantic moment,
full of expressions of hope and desire. And unbeknownst to
them, they were sharing it with me. While my mind wrestled
with the tableau being painted before me in live, real-time
action, I stood watching, unable to walk away
Wayne certainly didn't need to be persuaded to continue,
that much is for sure. I certainly would have done the
same... heck, assume green light until told otherwise,
right? He returned to her lips with enthusiasm, capturing
her tongue in his mouth, nipping gently at her lips and
throat with his teeth, drawing wet trails along her neck and
shoulders with his lips. Every once in a while he would
happen across a spot that Sue really seemed to enjoy, as
evidenced by the little gasps of pleasure that escaped from
her. I noticed that she really enjoyed when he kissed the
little hollow just behind her ear, at the top of her neck.
I was aware, too, that his hands were no longer idle. One
hand was around her waist, and didn't have a lot of
mobility, but the other was free to roam, and was beginning
to exercise that freedom. At first he was caressing her
cheek, cupping her face in his hands. Before too long his
hand had migrated down her neck, pausing on her shoulder
before dropping, oh-so-casually onto the upper slope of her
breast. Oh, those breasts. The soft white swell rising above
the edge of her neckline, hinting and promising at what was
hidden beneath.
I have to say, it was a very odd feeling, watching this. So
many mixed emotions running through my head. I wanted to
watch, silently, as this unfolded, careful not to change it
by my presence. I also wanted to be a part of it. I wanted
it to be me touching that glorious skin, kissing those soft
lips, and more. I was happy for my room-mate, and jealous at
the same time. And excited. Oh, man, my blood was boiling
and my cock was starting to rise in vicarious readiness.
Lacking a way to resolve the conflict, I stood rooted in
place, silently transfixed, participating without
involvement.
As if with a mind of its own, Wayne's hand continued, slowly
moving, touching, caressing, until finally it fully covered
the mound of her breast. This, for guys, is the moment of
truth: is she going to stop me? Is she going to ignore it?
We never know, and it is always an achingly anxious moment.
I have no idea how hard Wayne's heart was beating right
then.... but mine was about jumping out of my chest with
anticipation, and I was fully 6 feet away!
Slowly, oh so slowly, Sue responded in a most wonderfully
affirmative way. Her hand moved up from her side, gently
touched Wayne's hand, and then continued up to the top
button on her dress, and languidly unbuttoned it! Moving
back to his hand, Sue stroked his fingers and gently moved
them towards the new opening in the neckline of her dress.
Then when it was clear that Wayne had found the opening, and
had gotten the message, her hand embarked an exploration of
its own, followed his arm to his shoulder, then down to his
chest
This seemed to electrify Wayne. With a soft cry of delight,
he unbuttoned two or three more buttons at the top of Sue's
dress, enough to be able to slide his hand within, and touch
the bare skin of her breast. From my vantage point, I could
see his fingers molding and softly squeezing her tit, moving
under the cloth to find and tease her nipple. At the same
time, Sue was reaching down along his side, dropping to his
waist, looking for a way under his rugby shirt. Things were
visibly heating up, as each of them began breathing more
audibly, and sighing with pleasure at each new discovery.
Wayne withdrew his hand, and began unbuttoning more buttons.
When he had opened 4 or 5, he was able to open Sue's dress
to her waist, and began sliding it off her shoulder. I was
surprised to see that she had worn a bra. Well, not really
much of a bra. Silky and lacy, in a soft peach color, it
really did more to display her breasts than to support them.
The demi-cups were filled to capacity with the warm,
inviting swell of her tit-flesh, and her nipples were
clearly visible poking through the open lace that rimmed
each cup. As I watched, Wayne rolled the edge of one cup
down a little, and grasping her nipple between his thumb and
finger rolled it to full erectness. Sue moaned at this
intense stimulation, arching her back to press her tit fully
into his hand.
Sue seemed really impatient to have her tits naked in
Wayne's hands, as both her hands rose to the valley of her
cleavage, and popped the front latch of her bra. All of a
sudden, the breasts that I had dreamed about were fully
exposed to my view, less than two meters away. What a
wonderful sight - firm and soft and glowing in the soft
light of the fire, bouncing slightly with her movements,
with her nipples fully extended and erect. Of course, my
unobstructed view was short-lived, as Wayne pushed her bra-
straps off her shoulders, then bent over to take one nipple
between his lips as he gently twisted and pulled the other
with his fingers.
I had to wonder what that felt like - for each of them. As I
watched, Sue's head lolled back on her neck and she began to
breathe rapidly, so clearly she was enjoying Wayne's fingers
and tongue. And for Wayne, well, to have those prizes bare
and warm under his touch and taste must have been heavenly.
I watched as his hands roamed between them, molding and
squeezing, stroking and caressing, all the while kissing and
sucking and licking at Sue's exposed tits and hard nipples.
This was clearly getting to Sue. As if shaking off a fog,
she drew Wayne's face to hers and began hungrily kissing
him, sucking her tongue into her mouth as she sought out his
nipples with her free hand. She found the bottom of his
shirt and slid beneath it, moving her hand about until she
alighted on first one nipple, then the other, mimicking what
he was doing to hers, perhaps to illustrate the pleasure he
was giving her.
Wayne once again broke the kiss and returned his mouth to
her tits, and as he sucked her nipple between his lips he
began to slide his hand lower, and slipping his hand over
her flat tummy, along her sleek hips to the hem of her
dress, reaching almost to where her delicate ankles were
still crossed. Slowly at first, then more determined as she
showed no sign of resistance, Wayne worked the hem of her
dress up past her knees, along her stockinged thighs,
finally dipping beneath the cloth to caress her legs. I
watched as his hand entered this cloth-shrouded cavern
between her legs, first his fingers disappearing into the
darkness, then his whole hand. When had reached halfway up
her thighs, I heard him gasp and he drew away to look at
her. She smiled, whispered something I couldn't catch. I
heard him sigh, and kiss her more recklessly as he started
working at the remaining buttons of her dress.
It wasn't until he had unfastened the last and laid her bare
to his (and my) eyes, that I understood his gasp. Under her
simple dress, Sue had dressed to thrill. Matching her lacy
peach bra was a pair of sheer silk panties, through which
the texture of her pubic hair could be plainly seen. And
circling the tops of her thighs were the lace borders of a
pair of thigh-high stockings. The gasp I heard was when
Wayne reached the top of her hose and found the warm bare
skin of Sue's inner thigh, inviting his eager touch.
I don't know what Wayne was thinking (or if Wayne was
thinking), but I was hit with the full import of this
unveiling. It meant that Sue was not only allowing Wayne to
undress her, but that she had anticipated it when she
dressed for the evening, and chose her underclothes to make
it as exciting as possible for him. I don't know about most
guys, but that's a highly erotic concept for me... to know
that the woman wants it as much as I do, and goes out of her
way to make my heart race.
Of course, I had the luxury of time to think about such
things. Wayne was busy. While nibbling on her neck and her
breasts, his hands were roaming between the lace edge of her
stockings and the elastic edge of her panties. As she
languidly uncrossed her legs and parted her thighs, I could
see that the panties tapered away to only a thin string
disappearing between the cheeks of her ass, and had a
growing wet spot right at the center of the crotch.
Sue guided Wayne's hand to her mound with one hand, while
the other held his head against her breast. He caressed her
pussy through the thin silk of her panties for a moment,
pressing his finger into the vertical crease of her lips,
rubbing the place where the wetness had begun to spread,
tracing the bottom border to the edge of her ass cheeks,
enjoying the tactile contrast between warm skin and cool
silk. After a moment, he traced the edges with his fingers
until he found a gap between her warm skin and the cloth
covering it. From my place in the darkness of the hallway, I
could clearly see as his fingers dipped beneath the silk and
brushed through the fine blonde hair adorning her mound.
Stroking, caressing, probing, slowly yet urgently, I watched
as the fingers, seemingly disembodied, reached lowed and
lower until they dipped into the wet slit between her pussy
lips.
Again, Sue seemed impatient to be naked under Wayne's touch.
She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hands out of her
panties... but before he had a chance to react or protest,
she arched her back to lift her hips off the couch, slid her
panties down and off her legs, and kicked them away. Even in
the dim light of the fire, I could see that her self-
description was true - when excited, Sue's cunt lips swell
and separate, a very inviting (and exciting) sight. Kissing
Wayne deeply, she guided his hand back to the warm wetness
of her pussy, and sighed with pleasure as he began to
explore the excited core of her pleasure. She seemed to be
paralyzed by the sensations he was providing, for other than
her kiss she was momentarily passive.
I was transfixed by the sight of my best friend's fingers
exploring, and then disappearing into our lab partner's
pussy, and I was again struck by a sense of surreal
conflict: Part of me was detached, as if watching an X-rated
video, seeing an anonymous couple go at it for the camera.
But it periodically occurred to me that there was no camera,
and this was no anonymous couple. These were people that I
knew well, that I saw daily in the cloak of everyday life,
and they were making love to each other not 6 feet away from
me. I was mesmerized by the view, every cell and membrane in
my body was paying full attention to the scene before me,
and yearning to be a part of it. My cock was so hard it
ached, and I could feel a wet spot of my own, as my pre-come
began to leak out of my hole in ready anticipation.
Wayne definitely knew what he was doing. Each of us had had
girlfriends from time to time, and had talked about sex on a
number of occasions, but I had no real concept of his
'technique', and seeing him strumming chords on her
responsive body was fascinating. His fingers gently combed
through the fine hair on her mound, and periodically dipped
into the crease in her lips past the nubbin of her clit,
eliciting a gasp each time. Teasingly, he avoided her
hotspot for several moments, then brushed directly over it,
catching her by surprise. I could clearly see his fingers
enter her pussy, parting the full lips and stroking the hot,
wet flesh in search of the g-spot we had read so much about.
I could see his finger glisten with her juices as he traced
her lips, then gently spread them to expose her clit to his
touch.
For her part, Sue's breathing had been getting very ragged.
Several times it seemed as though she were well on the way
to coming, but each time Wayne backed away, stroking the
skin of her thighs and ass as if to calm her. It was obvious
that he knew just how to get her going, but also obvious
that he wanted this to last for a while.
After the third time that he backed away, Sue broke their
hungry kiss, opened her heavy-lidded blue eyes, and in a
gasping voice said "Wayne, that feels so good, pleeeeeese
don't stop".
Wayne grinned, and said "Sue, I'm just getting started. Why
don't you lie back and relax for a while". With a gentle
push, Wayne encouraged Sue to turn slightly and lean back.
When she was done, she was lying on her back on the couch,
one leg behind Wayne, the other still on the coffee table.
What a sight! Even from six feet away, I drank in every
detail, from her beautiful blue eyes turned smoky with
excitement, to her delicate feet still covered in sheer
hose. And in between lay one gorgeous and fully turned-on
woman. Breasts full and soft on her chest, nipples fully
erect, sparse blonde hair framing pussy lips that were fully
engorged and open and wet, just as she had described. Laid
out across my field of view, I had new appreciation for just
how well she was put together. Her firm breasts were the
perfect counterpoint to a high, tight butt, perched
wonderfully atop a pair of long and slender legs.
Still fully dressed, Wayne knelt on the couch between her
smooth thighs and began to kiss his way down the length of
her body. Taking time to suck each nipple lovingly between
his lips, he traced a trail with his tongue down past her
ribs, detouring briefly at her navel, then down some more.
When he got to her crotch, he playfully started to tease her
again... kissing her warm thighs, her stomach, licking along
the edge of her pussy lips, but getting nowhere near her
clit.
Sue was having none of that. She reached down and grabbed
his head with her hands, and guided his face directly into
her cunt. In case he was at all slow in taking the hint, she
raised her hips off the couch a couple of times, rubbing her
clit against the tip of his nose. "Lick me, Wayne", she
moaned, "taste my pussy, make me come".
Wayne got the hint. Gently holding her lips apart with the
fingers of one hand, he gently lowered the tip of his tongue
to the very point of her clit, causing her to gasp with the
intensity of the direct contact. As he began to lick and
suck at her most tender flesh, a finger of his other hand
probed between her full, wet cunt lips, seeking the g-spot
at her core. I could definitely tell when he found it - her
body went rigid as if with an electric shock, and then it
seemed as if every part of her became more open. Her mouth
opened, her head tilted back as she began to pant, and her
thighs spread a little wider, as if trying to draw Wayne and
his insistent fingers farther into her body.
Standing there, watching that, I was so into the scene that
the fantasy of doing it and the reality of seeing it blended
together. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to be causing
those gasps and squeals of pleasure. I wanted to be licking
her. I wanted to be tasting her juices as I probed her pussy
with my tongue.
I wanted to taste her juices..... then it struck me. She had
kicked her panties off, they were probably around here
somewhere. I glanced around, and saw that they lay in a
crumpled heap, halfway between the coffee table and my place
of concealment. Without really giving any conscious thought,
I noticed that Sue's eyes were closed, Wayne's vision was
blocked by the mound of the pussy he was busy eating, I
crossed those three feet to retrieve the panties and quickly
returned to the safety of the dark hall.
Once there, it didn't seem like I was in control of my own
actions. I could feel one hand loosen the string of my old
sweatpants and begin to withdraw my hard cock, while the
other hand brought Sue's panties to my face. As I inhaled
the scent of her pussy, I watched my best friend licking her
and listened to her gasps of excitement and pleasure, and
began to stroke my cock. Wayne was now stroking two fingers
in an increasingly demanding rhythm, sawing in and out of
her hot cunt as he licked her clit, pressing his fingers up
so they grazed her g-spot on each out-stroke. Unconsciously
I adopted the same rhythm as I stroked my own cock in the
darkness. Under my steadily pumping fist, the pre-come that
had leaked from the tip of my penis made slick, syrupy
noises in sympathetic accompaniment to the sounds coming
from the couch.
I could see Sue's back arch as she pressed her mound against
Wayne's lips, impossibly yearning for still more
stimulation. I watched as her legs rhythmically squeezed
around his torso and then spread wide for his access. When
they weren't being used to draw her knees up and apart,
holding herself open for him, Sue's hands were busy on her
own tits, tweaking her nipples and squeezing the hot mounds,
ratcheting her own pleasure higher.
I heard a low moan of pleasure from somewhere, a new sound
full of passion and wanting and lust. In the heartbeat
before I realized it was coming from me, I saw Sue's head
turn in my direction, her eyes slowly opening. Before I
could withdraw into the shadows, she saw me.... one hand
holding her silk panties to my face, drinking in her aroma,
the other hand stroking my cock in the same rhythm as the
fingers penetrating her cunt, my eyes locked on her
undulating body. As our eyes met, a look of surprise crossed
her face, then an understanding smile....
Watching Sue come was like watching daybreak splash
inexorably across the slopes of the rockies. It started in
her toes, which curled and clenched with erotic tension. The
soles of her feet arched, and I could see the muscles in her
calves draw tight. By the time the wave of pleasure reached
her thighs, her legs were trembling and quivering, the skin
visibly vibrating in the amber firelight.
Her feet pressed down and her back arched, lifting her until
only her feet and shoulders were still touching the couch.
As Wayne continued to coax her higher, towards the peak she
so desperately wanted, I could actually see a bright blush
of excitement spread like a heat rash between her breasts,
down across her abdomen and up towards her slender throat.
As the her passion built, I could see the soft pads of her
nipples bloom outward, as the squared-off points swelled and
darkened. Her hands grasped at his head, clawing
passionately through his hair, her straightened arms pushed
her tits together into a bottomless valley of radiant pink
flesh.
I realized, as I stood and watched from my now-revealed
hiding place, that through the course of her orgasm Sue's
breathing had stopped. I think mine had, too. The only sound
in the room was the muffled squish of Wayne's fingers as
they continued to plunge in and out of her soaking cunt. As
the glow of her still-peaking orgasm rose further up her
neck to her face, I could hear her begin to wail, almost
like the whistle of an approaching train. The sound grew in
pitch and intensity until the peak caught her, and then she
exploded.
With a gasp, her hips thrust up and back, her ass-cheeks
flexed and jiggled, as if rising to meet and impale herself
on his hand. Her breath came in rhythmic grunts as the wave
caught took control of her muscles, tossing her about in its
fury. Wayne fought to keep his mouth on her cunt as it
undulated and pulsed before him. I could see his cheeks
pucker as he sucked directly on her clit, adding intensity
to the avalanche of excitement that was coursing through
every part of her body.
And through it all, her eyes were wide open, and locked on
mine. I think that was the most exciting thing I've ever
seen a woman do. It was as though, even while her body was
writhing in the throes of uncontrollable wave of pleasure,
she managed to keep her eyes open, gazing into mine, to
consciously open herself up and share this most intimate and
precious moment with me.
Then it was past. While Wayne amused himself by gently
licking her thighs and rubbing his hands over the skin of
her still-spasming butt, Sue gestured to me. "Come here",
she implored. At the fragile sound of her shaky voice, Wayne
looked up and saw me. "How long have you been there?" he
asked with laughter in his voice. More than a little
embarrassed at being caught peeping - I shrugged and said
nothing. "Come hold me", she said again, and lifted her arms
in my direction as she lay naked before me.
About that time I remembered that my pants were around my
ankles, and my hard cock was poking out from the end of my
motionless fist. Caught between a compelling desire to take
her in my arms, and an embarrassed impulse to cover up and
run, I stood motionless, as if rooted to the spot. Finally
Sue, in a voice breathy but firm said "It turns me on to see
how you guys work together in the lab. I was hoping you guys
would... uh... work together with me." Wayne said "you're
already dressed for the party, you might as well join in."
How could I say no to that? Without further thought or
hesitation, I silently kicked the crumpled pants off my bare
feet, and crossed the two paces to the couch. I sat on the
end near her head, and when I was settled she skootched
herself up until her upper body was laying across my lap. As
I took her in my arms, she said "I was hoping you would be
here. It didn't seem right to do this without you" and
reached up to kiss me.
Wow, what lips. I met her open mouth with my own, brushing
her tousled hair out of her face, cradling her head in my
hands. I was instantly lost in the sensations... smell,
taste, touch, all heavenly. Her tongue snaked into my mouth
and began to wrestle mine, a match I eagerly joined. Have
you ever had that feeling of falling when you kiss, sort of
like time and space have dropped away? Well this was like
that. Her lips were soft and full, her breath sweet, and at
that moment nothing else existed in my world.
Well, that is until a moan snaked out from between her lips.
It wasn't until then that I remembered the woman I was
kissing was almost completely naked, and my best friend was
between her nylon-clad legs, merrily licking the juices from
her pussy. What an exciting image!
Each time Wayne brushed a particularly sensitive spot, I
could feel her quiver with an aftershock of the orgasm he
had just given her. I could feel her heart beating against
my arm, I could feel the quick intake of her breath, I could
feel her hot skin against my own... all while acutely aware
that she was being licked and caressed by another man at the
same time.
Sue broke our kiss and sat up. For a panicked moment I
thought that she was going to get up and leave, and I
thought I was going to die at the idea that I could no
longer touch her. But she only went far enough to draw Wayne
up to his knees, and begin to kiss and caress him. She
reached up her arms and placed them around his neck, sharing
with him the lips and tongue that so recently had been mine.
For a flash I was insanely jealous, and put my arms around
her to pull her back to me.
But in putting my arms around her, I found those magnificent
tits. Still burning with the heat of her excitement, the
skin of her body was hot and moist and firm and soft all at
the same time. From my position behind her, I took both her
breasts in my hands, cupping them and gently squeezing them
together. She seemed to like that, as she moaned slightly
and arched her back slightly.
While I amused myself with her long-dreamed-about tits,
Sue's hands were busy too. Looking over her shoulder, I
could see that with one hand she was stroking and squeezing
the length of Wayne's still-covered dick, and rubbing his
chest up inside his shirt with the other. Wayne, who had so
selflessly pleased her moments before, was quickly reacting
to the onslaught of her attentions.
I watched as her hand reached down and began to pull up the
bottom of Wayne's shirt. He grasped it and started to peel
it up, and when it was past she leaned forward to take one
of his nipples in her mouth. I heard Wayne gasp, for the
first time in a while, and his breathing became audible as
she licked and sucked and gently bit that sensitive nubbin
of flesh. She laved the smooth expanse of his chest with her
tongue, kissing and caressing everywhere, yet always drawn
back to his nipples as if they were magnetized.
With my eyes I followed her other hand to his belt, which
she opened with surprising dexterity. Next I heard the soft
pop of the button, and the sigh of his zipper as she eased
it down the length of his groin. Her hand covered the bulge
made by his brief-covered penis, and stroked up and down for
a moment, lingering over the wet spot at the tip. Finally
she tugged gently at the waistband of his underpants, and
dipped her hand inside, much as he had done with hers.
I could only imagine what the cool skin of her hand felt
like against the taut skin of his hard-on. He, by now, had
been hard continuously for over a half-hour (as had I), and
this was the first time it had been touched by anything
other than his clothes. Immediately he began to sigh, and
swayed slightly as his knees weakened under the stimulation.
Sue left Wayne's nipples with a soft kiss, and bent down to
look at Wayne's dick. I confess, I did to. As he wriggled
his pants and underwear past his hips, and struggled to
remove them past his knees (while still kneeling!) Outside
of a porn movie, this was the first time I had ever seen an
erect penis other than my own. I noticed that his was longer
than mine... but not quite so thick.
After a moment, Wayne had freed himself from his clothes,
and was again kneeling between Sue's legs. I was holding her
from behind, fondling her tits, caressing her skin wherever
I could reach it, pressing my own hot skin against hers, my
cock momentarily content to be lodged against the soft flesh
of her hips.
Seemingly oblivious to my presence, Sue's hands performed a
hypnotic dance over the surface of Wayne's hardness,
grasping its bulk in one hand while sliding the other down
to caress his balls, and dip further into the darkness
below. I could readily imagine what she was doing, but
didn't need to, as Wayne's moans and whispers perfectly
accompanied the movements of her fingers. For my part, I was
entranced with the sensation of the heavy softness of her
breasts tightening and bouncing gently in my hands as she
moved her hands up and down along the length of my friend's
cock.
After a moment, Sue scooped up a finger-full of the clear
pre-come she had coaxed from the head of his penis, and
brought it to her lips. Looking him square in the eye as she
licked his warm fluid from her hand, she said "Tastes great.
Shall we see if it's filling?"
With a playful laugh, she slowly lowered her body back
against mine, and spread her legs. As she lay back, she held
onto his penis, drawing him farther into the v of her
thighs. At once she began to rub the head of his cock
against her clit, rhythmically using her own body to arouse
him further. From my vantage point, I could her hand moving,
up and back, and periodically I could see the pinkish head
of his penis part through her pubic hair and ride up along
her slit, growing redder and wetter with each pass. She was
so wet and open by this time, it almost seemed that his head
was ironing her lips into that distinctive butterfly shape.
I sat and watched, one part silent observer and one part
involved. I still had her magnificent tits in my hands, and
could feel her body respond in pleasure each time I roughly
strummed my thumbs across her swollen nipples. I could feel
her twitch in my arms as the cock she held in her hands
brushed across her throbbing clit yet again. Most of all, I
could feel her skin, everywhere I touched, glowing with the
heat of her arousal.
Wayne started rocking slightly on his knees, contributing to
the movement of his clock across Sue's clit. After several
moments of this, without moving anything but her hips, Sue
arched her back while Wayne stroked forward, and captured
his cock between her lips. He gasped. She shuddered. I
watched in awe as the wet mushroom head of his cock spread
her swollen lips, then began slowly, amazingly to disappear
between them.
I don't know how Wayne kept from just mashing himself into
her. I probably would have. But with impressive restraint,
he playfully turned the tables on Sue. He withdrew slightly,
until with a soft 'plop' the head of his cock drew free of
her cunt, and began.... rubbing the head against her clit
again. Sue moaned, and tried to capture his length within
her, and each time she tried he teased her a little, and
backed away. When it was almost at the point that I couldn't
stand the tension anymore, Sue bucked up at the same instant
that Wayne rocked forward, and all of a sudden he was in her
to the hilt. Sue and Wayne moaned in sweet harmony at the
sensations they had caused for each other.
For a moment, everyone froze, Wayne with his cock buried
fully inside Sue's pussy, me with my hands on her tits and
my face buried in her fragrant blonde hair. For about two
heartbeats, nobody moved... and then Wayne's eyes opened
wide in surprise. "Can you feel that?" Sue asked. "Feel it?"
he gasped. "Hell, if you keep doing that I'm going to finish
before I start!" Looking down, I realized that the rhythmic
contractions rolling under the skin of Sue's flat stomach
probably translated to some pretty intense squeezing action
within her cunt. Sue was milking Wayne's penis, and judging
from the way his eyes were beginning to roll back in his
head, it was having an effect.
Giggling now, Sue reached up and started tweaking his
nipples. "C'mon, lover, what's the matter? Can't
concentrate?" Wayne's response was to withdraw until I could
see the rim of his glans poking out from between the lips of
Sue's pussy, and slide himself smoothly back in, in, all the
way in. This time it was Sue's turn to gasp, and Wayne's to
laugh, and do it again.
Before too long, Wayne had built up a rhythm, fucking his
cock in and out of her very accommodating cunt. He did a
couple of short strokes, pulling almost all the way out, and
then slamming himself in to the balls, as if to catch her by
surprise. Each time he penetrated her, I could feel her
quiver in my arms, as the tension built between them.
Wayne reached down and grasped Sue's legs behind the knees,
and drew them up until they were pressed against his chest.
When he slid into her the next time, the effect was
electric, as the change of angle tilted her pussy up so that
his cock grazed against that magical g-spot. Holding one leg
in each hand, he caressed the length of them from the
stocking-covered toes at the end, to the warm ass-checks
pressed against his thighs. She gasped as he teased the rim
of her anus with a finger, and sighed when he sucked her
toes into his mouth.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing, only two feet from my
eyes. I could clearly see Wayne's dick glistening with Sue's
juices as he slid in and out of her belly. The skin of his
taut erection drew her lips outward as he withdrew, then
pressed and parted them as he penetrated anew. As if a moth
drawn to a lamp, I watched as my own hand drifted slowly
past Sue's abdomen, and came to rest in the v of soft curls
shrouding her core. Gently parting her lips, I reached down
and with finger began to caress her clit, only millimeters
from where my room-mate's cock was sliding forcefully in and
out.
Sue's hips began to buck as she started to climb towards her
orgasm, and Wayne groaned in pleasure as he felt the initial
contractions deep within her. He started to drive into her
with a new intensity, slamming his hips forward and jerking
them back. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room,
with the slapping of his hips against the soft skin of her
ass, the slurpy squish of his cock plowing in and out of her
cunt, and their gasps and moans as each stroke drove them
ever higher towards their climax.
With his stroking hips now a blur, Wayne groaned "I'm gonna
come". Sue didn't respond, and I realized that again I had
not heard her breathe in a while. I looked over her shoulder
and saw that her eyes were closed in concentration, her
mouth slack as her approaching orgasm took control of her. I
continued rubbing her clit with one hand, strumming her
nipples with the other, and began to gnaw on her neck at the
place I had noticed she liked so long ago.
The effect was immediate. I felt her go stiff, and even
though Wayne was holding her legs against his chest, she
managed to arch her back and impale herself more deeply on
his pistoning cock. Her nipple impossibly grew even harder
in my hand, as I squeezed and flicked the tip with my
fingernail and thumb. Just as she started to come, I leaned
around and began to kiss her, teasing her mouth with my
tongue, and that last bit of stimulation seemed to carry her
over the edge. Carry, hell, it launched her over the top!
As Sue hit her peak she gasped aloud, and began keening in a
breathy, high-pitched squeal of ecstasy. She quivered and
shook and panted and moaned and bucked and writhed, as Wayne
continued fucking in and out of her with all his strength,
frantically plunging his cock all the way into her quivering
slit. I could actually see her cunt lips fluttering and
tightening around Wayne's invading shaft as her orgasm swept
through her. Her stiffened body transferred the full impact
of his thrusts to me, making me a part of this exciting
dance they were playing out before me.
Somehow she managed to get her legs around Wayne's waist,
and hooking her feet behind his back she began meeting his
thrusts with her own, slamming her pelvis up against his
hips, driving his hardness deeper into herself. No part of
her remained on the couch, as her shoulders were against my
chest and her taut ass spasmed wildly, guided only by the
stiff cock that impaled her. I watched Wayne reach down and
grab a cheek in each hand, supporting her while giving
himself more leverage as he thrust inward. I suppose too,
that with all the moving she was doing he needed a handhold
just so that he could keep his cock inside her.
Just as the rising tide of her orgasm swept her fully away,
Wayne's started. I could see Sue's tummy and thighs rippling
with the wild contractions going on inside her, and could
only imagine what that felt like to Wayne. He grunted and
stiffened and began stabbing his cock at a staccato pace,
and beads of sweat broke out all over his body. With my hand
close to where their bodies were joined, I could feel the
change in Sue's cunt as Wayne's rod stiffened inside her and
began pumping his come into her depths. With each powerful
squirt, I could feel Sue's body recoil in response, as if
feeling each jet of hot sperm splashing against her womb
causes another silent spasm deep inside her quivering cunt.
As Wayne lost coordination and slowed his now random
thrusts, I saw that his cock was coated now with a
glistening white froth where it emerged from between her
blood-red lips, a mixture of his juices and hers stirred up
from deep within Sue's still-twitching hole.
Slowly, oh so slowly, each of them came back to earth,
breathless from the exertion, glowing from the heat of the
passion they had created. Wayne released his hold on her
butt, and fell forward slightly, resting his sweaty face in
the valley between her tits while I nuzzled her neck and
gently caressed her face, brushing her hair away from her
heavy-lidded eyes. As her breathing returned to normal, her
moans faded away, and as she reached back to run her fingers
through my hair she opened her eyes, kissed me softly, and
sighed "that was wonderful".
I probably could have stayed there all night, holding Sue in
my arms, but with Wayne's weight on top of hers I started
getting a little uncomfortable. So after a while, I started
to move as if to get up, figuring that they might want to
snuggle together in front of the fire. It didn't seem right
to ask if I 'got a turn', so I figured that I'd go take care
of my still-raging hard-on in the privacy of my own room.
I slid out from beneath her shoulders, and laid Sue gently
back on the cushions of the couch. As she settled back, I
could hear the sucking sound of her pussy as it reluctantly
released its hold on Wayne's softening cock. But I noticed
that her eyes were still on me, and she was smiling the most
mischievous smile I'd ever seen. "Where are you going" she
asked. "Don't you have something you'd like to share with
me?"
Well, it really wouldn't have mattered what I said in
response. Fact was, she could plainly see what I wanted to
'share' with her - as I stood beside the couch, it was
sticking up from my groin at an angle, and was pretty much
pounding out her name. She turned her face toward me, and
before I knew what she was doing she had taken the head of
my cock in her mouth, and began swirling the end of it with
her tongue.
After what seemed like hours of watching, the sensation of
having her hot wet mouth wrapped around me was intense, to
say the least. For the first time that evening, I was
actually involved in the action, and I loved it! And as a
bonus, I still got to watch! Feeling the soft surface of her
tongue move against the underside of my glans, while seeing
the head twitch against her parted lips, the overload on my
senses made my knees weaken beneath me.
Feeling me sway, Sue motioned for me to lie on the floor
next to the couch. Without releasing my dick from her mouth,
she followed me down. I wound up lying on the rug in the
opposite direction that she had been on the couch, which
turned out to give her a pretty nice angle for what she
wanted to do. She turned over slightly, so that she was
lying on her side, and had both hands free. One of those
hands wrapped itself around the base of my cock, and began
softly stroking up and down. The other hand started
caressing my balls, scraping my softest places so gently
with her fingernails that it probably would have tickled if
it hadn't felt so good.
And never missing a beat with her mouth. Oh, that mouth. Her
lips had ripened with her arousal, and the sensation of her
licking and kissing me was almost like being enveloped by a
cloud. A hot, wet cloud, with a wiggly tongue inside. I
watched as her mouth opened to accept the whole head of my
cock, then watched it re-appear, glistening with her saliva,
as she pulled her lips past the edge of my glans. Over and
over, my aching dick-head slowly disappeared into that
wonderful mouth, only to be chased out again by the dancing
tip of her tongue.
My hips start rising involuntarily (well mostly) as she
licks me, and in response she begins bobbing her head up and
down, taking more of me in her mouth with each stroke. I am
entranced by this, absorbing it as if in a dream. While I
feel every cell of my blood-engorged cock rising to her
call, I also watch her lips and tongue move, see my cock
shine in the firelight, and can hear the soft sucking noises
made by her mouth as it moves up and down my length. Well
lubricated with her saliva, the only friction I feel is that
from the tension in her lips, and it is heavenly.
Bit by bit she works her way down, until I can feel her nose
bump gently against my balls. I am no great cocksman, but
because I am built kinda thick (or have never been with the
right woman) I have never been deep-throated before. I
groaned in a mixture of pleasure and surprise as I felt, for
the first time, the sensation of being held entirely in a
woman's mouth.
And hold me she did. Nostrils flaring as she breathed, she
simply held my length in her mouth, squeezing my root with
her lips as my tip lay deep in her throat. I could feel her
tongue swishing across the width of my shaft, and thought it
couldn't possibly get any better than that... and then it
did. Somehow she started squeezing and relaxing the muscles
of her throat, milking me with her mouth as she milked Wayne
with her cunt. I don't know if she was swallowing or just
moving her neck or what... all I know is that it felt
incredible, and it made me cry out in pleasure.
Slowly she withdrew allowing my shaft to slip from her mouth
until just the tip remained. Replacing her hand around the
base, she began sliding up and down my well-moistened cock,
following her hand with her lips in coordinated motion. The
heat, the sliding slickness, the pressure of her hand
milking me into her mouth, it was too much stimulation for
me to last very long. I began panting in rhythm with her
motions, crying out when she squeezed or licked in a
particularly luscious way.
Just as I started to feel the sweet beginnings of release
build up in my loins, she stopped and lifted her head sexy
blond head. "Not so fast, lover" she said, and I thought I
would die if she didn't continue.
But when she turned around and began to straddle my waist, I
started to think that maybe she might have a nice idea.
Lying down on top of me, I could for the first time feel her
beautiful tits press against my chest, and her nylon-
sheathed thighs against my skin. Two of my favorite things.
She leaned forward and began to kiss me, licking my lips and
teasing my tongue as her hips started to rise and fall over
mine.
Part of me was really enjoying the feeling of her writhing
sensuously atop me, rubbing her body against mine, dragging
her heavy tits across my chest. But when I felt the wet heat
of her pussy rubbing against the shaft of my cock, I knew I
had to have it. Now.
Sue rocked her hips back and forth, bathing the top surface
of my hard-on with her juices, and rubbing her clit back and
forth against the rim of my cockhead. I was gasping in
delight at the feeling, and saw in her face that she was
enjoying it too. After a moment, she captured the tip of me
between her lips, and slowly impaled herself on it, her eyes
locked on mine as she welcomed my thick member into her
body.
When she reached the bottom, she let out a sigh of pleasure.
"Oh, god that feels good", she moaned. I would have agreed,
if I had been able to form the words. Right then, however,
the only part of me that I had any awareness of was buried
inside her. Words can't describe what that pussy of hers
felt like wrapped around me - it was hot and wet, tight,
grasping and squeezing me like a warm velvet glove.
Propping herself up on her arms, she drew her legs up under
her and began sliding her cunt up and down on my column. The
change in her position somehow opened her up to me, and now
I could actually feel her clit rub against my shaft as she
made love to me. And because of her position, I found that I
could now touch her from head to toe, an opportunity I
quickly availed myself of. I ran my hands down the length of
her sleek calves, gently squeezing and massaging her feet
through the hose she still wore. Roaming up along her
flexing thighs, I explored the elastic rim of her stockings,
fascinated by the feel of the lace against her skin. With
one hand, I roamed around to explore her clenching ass,
sneaking a finger into the hot valley between her cheeks and
teasing the rim of her asshole, eliciting a soft cry from
her lips.
I let her take the lead in our lovemaking, but I was far
from passive. I kissed and sucked and bit her nipples each
time they came within range, I tickled and touched and
squeezed and pinched her hot flesh, and even gently slapped
her ass as it pumped up and down on me. I sensed that she
wanted to make this last a little bit, so I occupied myself
with the oh-so-pleasant task of finding out which parts of
her were the most sensitive, which made her squirm, which
made her gasp.
I noticed that she was looking up at Wayne's form on the
couch, and smiling. After a momentary flash of petty
jealousy subsided (hey, what's she doing looking at some
other guy when she's got me inside her?), I followed her
gaze and saw that Wayne had recovered somewhat, and was
watching the two of us as I had earlier. Actually, more than
watching. As I craned my neck to get a better look, I
realized that he had been watching us for some time, for his
cock was fully erect, and he was stroking it at the same
pace as Sue pumped up and down on me.
Without missing a beat, Sue leaned forward and kissed the
tip of his cock. I didn't mind, as it brought her tits up so
that they enveloped my face in their billowy softness. Wayne
skootched eagerly towards the edge of the couch, bringing
himself within reach of her mouth, and as I watched in awe,
she slid her mouth all the way down on his slender prick.
Talk about your up-close views! Sue began giving Wayne the
blow-job of his life, three inches from the tip of my nose.
I could see her muscles working as she swirled and teased
the head of his cock. She stopped riding up and down on me
for a moment, as she concentrated on one dick at a time, and
quickly fell into a rhythm.
Holding him between her lips, she fucked her pussy down
around me for several lingering strokes, until she had me
gasping. Then she would pause her action, and while
squeezing me from within, bobbed her head hungrily down onto
Wayne's prong, forcing cries of delight from him. Back and
forth she went, one then the other, fucking and sucking and
licking and squeezing and pumping and licking.
Hard as I tried, there was no way I could last under the
onslaught of all this stimulation. I had it coming from
every angle, the feeling of her pussy on my turgid cock, the
sweet taste of her tit-flesh in my mouth, the sounds and
sights of the blowjob just over my head, even the smell of
the cunt-spiced come-juices she was eagerly licking off
Wayne's dick.
I started panting, and moaning, and I think it triggered
Wayne, too. She stopped moving on me for a moment, shifting
her full attention to the shaft in her mouth. Up and down,
back and forth, she sucked and licked and stroked until she
had Wayne groaning in delight, and still she went on.
reaching between his legs, she tickled his balls, and when
the tip of her finger entered the tight ring of his ass, he
exploded. At the instant she heard his cry, she took him all
the way in her mouth and held him there, letting him fuck in
and out slightly as his balls emptied into her throat. I saw
the muscles under his shaft pulsing with his orgasm, and saw
the muscles in her throat working to receive it, milking
him, swallowing his seed, sucking out every last drop... and
then, she gently released him from her grip, her smile
glazed with his milky come.... and turned her attention back
to me.
"C'mon, lover, fuck me good" she whispered, as she started
to squeeze me again. At that I moved my hands to her waist,
and holding her firmly in place I began to buck my hips up
off the carpet. If she wanted to get fucked, I was more than
ready to do it. All the way out, and all the way back in, I
slammed my cock into her with every ounce of energy I had. I
could see from the look on her face that I was getting to
her, her mouth dropped open, she started to pant as I bucked
and fucked beneath her.
Crouched on her hands and knees above me, she was almost
motionless as my throbbing dick pistoned in and out of her
from below. I knew I couldn't keep going for long at this
pace. As I watched, I could see the beginning flush of her
orgasm start to spread across her chest. She was panting,
now, totally caught up in the sensations pulsing through her
body. I was rapidly losing it, I could feel my long-delayed
orgasm start to boil up from my balls, up, up, gathering
speed as it came. I reached around and put the tip of my
finger into her ass as I bit the nipple dangling hot and red
in front of my face.
I vaguely remember feeling every muscle in her body go taut
as I started to come. I will never know if the first jet of
come I fired into her cunt triggered her orgasm, or if the
first contraction of her pussy triggered mine. Whatever the
case, they coincided in an amazing nuclear conflagration of
sexual pleasure. I pumped what felt like gallons of hot come
into the clasping bottomless pit of her womb, and the spasms
rippling through her hungrily milked it out of me. I felt
like I was so far inside her, I was going to see the head of
my dick come out her mouth. I could feel every ripple of her
orgasm, every flutter of her spasming cunt lips, and I
suspect she could feel the pulsing of my cock. At least,
from the squeals it sounded like she could. And finally,
just before she collapsed in a sweaty and exhausted heap on
top of me, panting and grinning, I felt a gentle kiss on the
lips, and a quiet whisper in my ear....
"I think I have an idea for a new story..."
Across The Catty Corner
by Backrub
for Sue
"Isn't it love that keeps us breathing?
Isn't it love we're sent here for?"
Many of us pass our lives day to day, waking, dressing,
washing, commuting, working, eating, sleeping, occasionally
making love or having sex, sometimes crying, sometimes
laughing, but all too often experienced as a routine. We
often lose sight of the idea of each day being a gift and of
seemingly random events as having greater meaning. We take
too much for granted.
In my work, seeing larger meaning, or even hope, is often
very difficult. For thirty years I've worked in the
government of a large eastern city. First as an idealistic
young program manager, then as a cop, and then after I'd
taken a bullet which stopped my "let's-just- chase-the-perp-
over-that-20-foot-fence" days, as an operative for the
city's Investigation Department. We look out for corruption
and for people trying to rip off the city with scams.
Enforcement work of any kind can disillusion you pretty
nicely, thank you, and make you forget the beauty and
kindness around you. You spend your time in a paranoid state
of mind, looking for people who lie without thinking about
it, get caught, and keep on lying until we eventually put
them away. You can easily forget about the magic of those
seemingly random pauses of unplanned joy in your life. When
you get to that point, you're in big trouble. Burned out.
Suicidal. Depressed. That's how cops die or slide into a
bottle. That's where I was until one of those chance
intersections life throws at you that you can decide to turn
away from, or allow it to change you forever.
A loss of that perspective, a loss of my ability to remember
the magic in life and the accumulated weight of too many
arrows and too much caring about them had led me to that
hotel room in Seattle. I hadn't felt this bad in years and
while I was in town to deliver a paper at a conference and
had been well received, I didn't make much of a difference.
I was at the point where I was counting days 'till
retirement, a practice I'd always abhorred among public
servants. That night I had showered, downed a vodka and
tonic and was looking out the curtains of my room across the
hotel's atrium. Years ago I would have looked out of that
atrium and felt the hum of life: laughter, debate, pain,
lust, love, joy and confusion, but in some kind of context
that ended with my continuing to see the general pleasure in
existence. Now I was trying desperately to connect to the
lives all around me, their meaning and spark.
She came out of the elevator lugging a suitcase, with a
briefcase and a laptop slung somewhat precariously over her
shoulder. Even from fifty feet away I could tell the Logan
airport tags on her luggage. Her business-like silk dress
and her demeanor narrowed her professional options
significantly. The tired dignity with which she carried
herself spoke volumes about her ability and her strength.
This was not young administrative assistant, but someone who
made things happen. There was no wedding band. (Years before
a woman friend asked me what I first noticed about a woman I
just met. She may have been expecting "breasts" or "body"
but I replied, "The first thing I notice is her eyes and her
smile. Then my eyes immediately drop down...to her left hand
to see if she's married." "Proof positive that you're over
thirty," she laughed.)
Although clearly fatigued, she also reeked of nervous energy
and her alert eyes were not aimed at the floor as she
walked, but casually glancing all around her: observant,
aware.
And then she stopped. About three doors down the balcony she
stopped and glanced, then peered into one of the room
windows. I couldn't see into that window from my position
but I didn't need to, her eyes, her body and soon enough,
even more told me most of what I needed to know. Some people
communicate volumes through their eyes. These people always
make wonderful friends and lovers but incredibly lousy liars
and salespeople. Some people, when they come upon others in
a sexual situation, avert their eyes, look embarrassed, or,
if they're men, suddenly take on the look of horny dogs.
This woman was almost mesmerized. Her nervous energy
suddenly had an object and the pure lust in her eyes gave
little doubt that she had seen people doing something very
nasty in that room. Without taking her eyes from the object
of her desire, she slowly lowered the suitcase to the floor.
The fatigue that had been apparent seconds before had been
replaced by alert, rapt attention. Her arms and face were
becoming flushed and her fingertips, and then her hands
began to touch her thighs. She absent-mindedly bit one lip
and then parted them. She licked her lips and reached with
one hand to play with her hair while another began to slowly
caress her stomach and then, her cunt through her dress.
This went on for minutes and it was my turn to be
mesmerized. This woman's ability to be sucked into the
delight, the gift of the moment was a catharsis for me. To
give in to lust, to love, she had what I had lost. Then, for
a moment, it was broken. A look of embarrassment spread
across her face. Not horror, thity. Likely they had noticed
her and her brain was processing the message, "Yes, but you
are also a respected businesswoman and you know damn well
you can't let your guard down publicly. Who else among the
scores of rooms facing this atrium is watching you?"
She picked up her bag and moved down the balcony toward her
room...and then, looking forward, she noticed me at the
curtain. A series of messages flashed across her face: "Oh,
shit, EVERYBODY's seen me with my hand on my mound." "A guy,
great, just the right message, you self-indulgent pervert."
But then after she'd looked into my eyes for a few seconds,
she relaxed, a bit, although she still quickly stumbled and
fumbled to her door, fumbled with the keys, dropped them,
scooped them up after two tries, finally got the door open
and slid inside just before her mental Godzilla caught up
with her.
I remained at the window, feeling an enormous sense of
arousal and relief. Arousal, evidenced by a rock hard
erection sending "Me Tarzan, Her Jane" messages to my brain,
and relief because this woman had suddenly brought me back
into the world. The feeling, risk-taking, joyful, crimson-
red-faced-and-proud-of-it world that I had spent most of my
life in.
And then she was at her window. Again the look of caution,
mixed with lust, with a veneer of fatigue. But there she
was. She looked at me, from my eyes to my cock, tenting my
robe. Our eyes met, I questioned. She held up her hand and
slowly, ever so slowly, began undressing. First, her green
silk blouse, then her shoes and skirt. Then, and this really
affected me, she undid her braid and released her long blond
hair, a metaphor for the moment. She began to move, to
undulate, hands moving over her body temple and onto her bra
and her breasts. The front snap was undone, and there were
her beautiful breasts. She looked directly at me and watched
as my fingertips slid over my cock. She hooked her thumbs
into the waistband of her panties and slid them down.
Almost immediately her hand went to her mound and she began
fingering herself. Just as quickly she gave a shudder -
things had apparently been building up for quite a while
today waiting for this release. She looked directly at my
hand pumping my cock, which challenged my normally
dependable self control. Then she did two things which set
the stage for me. She used a hand to pull apart her labia
and she raised one leg up onto the window sill, exposing
herself fully.
I fastened my eyes upon hers and began concentrating on one
thought as her fingers played across her pink flesh as my
hand stroked my own. I am in front of her on my knees,
licking and sucking and fingering that wet cunt, massaging
her anus and tonguing her clit until she has to come all
over my face.
I stared at her continuously, hoping that thought would
carry across the silence of glass barriers and walls as she
became more aroused. But she also had a message for me. Her
eyes had a look that I've seen before. The "If-I-really-
want-to-finish-you-off-you-don't stand- a-chance" look. And
she was right. It wasn't just the beautiful woman dancing
with me in the night. It was the moment. Whether you think
of it as religious, or fate or life tapping you on the
shoulder and reminding you, "Remember this? This was part of
it, too. Now don't forget, fool."
When she began making suggestive movements with her lips as
I played with my balls I felt pushed, or pulled over the
edge. My body momentarily turned into a cock, my back
arched, my abdomen tightened and I spurted across the divide
onto the window in front of me.
As I continued to shake with aftershocks I watched as she
went into high gear, the hand over her clit almost a blur
and her pelvis fucking the air as I wished it was grinding
against my face. Her head snapped back and she came, juices
visible on her hand and then her body pushed forward to mash
her wet juicy cunt against the window. I could hear grunts
that even the double pane windows could not keep in.
Then she vanished from immediate view into the arms of a
chair, the bed, or the floor, I couldn't tell which.
I went to the phone, my need for personal contact as great
as the need for release had been just a few moments before.
I had no interest in this wonderful woman turning into any
pizza, and I hoped she felt the same. But I didn't want her
to feel trapped either.
She answered and I just went on, "My name is Charlie and I
just wanted to thank you. Not just for the sex, but you just
pulled me out of the abyss and back into the world. I just
wish it had been my tongue on your pussy just now. Call if
you need or want anything, or don't if you're done."
I hung up before she could say anything and immediately
wondered and feared that, as usual, I had just made a jerk
of myself. Couldn't I just disappear when it was clear that
was appropriate?
My obligatory scratching at the door. "C'mon, it was bad
enough before when I was clothed! I don't want this
particular world to see me buck naked with my juices
dripping down my leg!"
I open the door and she was in my arms, the door was closed
behind us and she was saying, "Shut up and kiss me." I did.
We moved over to the bed, she fell onto her back and I moved
on top her. Kissing her, nibbling and sucking on her lips,
then her neck and down to her breasts. I licked and sucked
on her nipples - hard for much of the last hour and now
rising again with the mounded areolae beneath them. My hand
slid down to a very wet thatch of pubic hair. I moved my
fingers gently among her folds, not knowing how sensitive
she might be after the strumming her clit had received not
so many minutes before. I licked and kissed my way down her
taut stomach to a very sexy navel and further to the heady
smell of musk. I took one long slow lick, wide tongued over
her cunt, looked up at her and asked, "What did you see?
What were they doing?"
She replied, "Shut up and lick me." I did.
Her hips began to move against me immediately, her hand
reached down to grab my head. I slid a finger inside to see
if I can could find a spot that...yep, that's it all right.
I buried my face in her and shook my head violently side to
side. She arched her back and whimpered, but didn't quite
lose control.
I stopped, raised my head and asked again. "Not fair!," she
protested. I returned to her cunt, but only traced fines
lines with the tip of my tongue and resisted her attempts to
raise herself up into my mouth. "Ok," she moaned resigned to
the interruption, "he was fucking her from behind while they
were watching a sex video and then...Unh!," as my tongue
slid back over her clit and into her cunt, joining my finger
in painting lewd pictures on the walls of her vagina. I
didn't stop at all this time, remembering what had set her
off last time, and did it over and over until I heard the
most wonderful, "Oh shit," and I was subjected to a sweet
smothering.
After she calmed down I wiped my wet face on the insides of
her thighs, stood, took her hands and lifted her up and over
to the chair. She knew just what I intended and without
instruction she sprawled herself over the plush chair and
raised her ass and cunt in an invitation that is a million
years old. I took my cock, placed it against her puffy lips
and made the smooth wet entry I expected. Her cunt was like
a very wet, very warm, very nasty mouth that pushed back
against me and swallowed me all in one gulp.
I began slowly, wanting to savor the feeling and the union
of lust and people. She worked a hand down between her legs
to rub her clit but her urgency made a decision for both of
us. Soon there were the sounds of our moans and the needs of
two people sharing a warm time in a cold world. And the soft
slurping sounds of my cock sliding in and out of her and the
harder sound of my stomach and thighs slapping against her
ass as we fought our way to ecstasy. She made wonderful
sounds that brought joy to my heart and desperation to my
balls. When she began to come she twisted around so I could
see her face and as she went, I saw her mouth the words,
"Empty your balls into me, baby." And that was much too much
for me to ever resist, even if she'd been doing it to me for
ten years.
We slid onto the floor and held each other close. She'd come
for relief and had found more than that. I'd come drowning
and found myself back on the beach, rescued.
NOTE TO READERS: This is a work of fiction, of fantasy. We
still live with the scourge of AIDS and although the people
in this fantasy do not limit themselves to "safer sex"
precautions, that should not be construed as the author's
endorsement of unsafe sex practices. They do, however,
practice a couple of safer sex methods that you kids at home
might want to try yourselves sometime.
Musical acknowledgements: This story was written under the
influence of "Cracked Rear View" (Hootie and the Blowfish),
"The Amazing Colossal Band" (Laika and the Cosmonauts) and
"Kind of Blue" (Miles Davis). None of this may show. The
final sequence was composed to the Mary-Chapin Carpenter
song, "Shut Up and Kiss Me." That shows, I hope.
Boogie Woogie Diesel Train
It was a hot and sunny (90 degrees) Tuesday in mid-July when
I boarded the train. It was not just any train, it was the
Via Canadian transcontinental from Toronto to Vancouver. I
was lucky. I had just managed to reserve the last single
room in Silver and Blue sleeping class. A rather charming
room, I thought. A single seat that turned into a bed at
night, with sink and toilet. Much to my dismay, however,
there was only one shower for the whole sleeping car: that
included 8 bunks, 7 more private daynighters, four two-bed
suites, and two three-bed family units. Oh, well, I figured,
I could shower any time of the day. Besides, with three
meals included in the package, and some of Canada's most
spectacular scenery surrounding me en route, who could ask
for anything more? Maybe a nice woman, but who needs one
when you're footloose and fancy free and don't have time for
a woman?
As the train left Toronto Union Station ten minutes (no
thanks to a malfunction in a commuter train just after it
left the station) late for the three day trek westward, I
realized it was lunchtime. As I was stepping out of my
daynighter and headed to the dining car, at the same time
from the cabin next door a rather slim lady who looked about
my age, also stepped out. Since most of the seats on the car
were taken, we had to sit down together in the last
available table. Little did I realize that I was in for the
ride of my life, in more ways than one...
It is the second full day of the trip. As the Canadian trogs
along the northwest of Ontario, on its way to a one-hour
stopover in Winnipeg, Manitoba, in the evening, we have our
second lunch together. I have a feeling that we are already
getting along just fine. Which is good, because I didn't
expect to make friends with anyone on this trip. All I
wanted to do was to go to the west coast to take in the
mountains, Skytrain, Stanley Park, the CBC Vancouver
Orchestra, and Wreck Beach, Canada's only nude beach. Not
that I would look at anyone. It's just that I've always
wanted to see if exposing my penis to a tan would turn me
on.
We are on our way to the Skyline Car, the rearmost car. The
window in the back gives a view of the track as it passes
back into the horizon. On the second floor, there is a
plexiglass dome on top giving a 360 degree view of the
surrounding land. This is the Canadian Shield, with acres
upon acres of forest and hundreds and hundreds of lakes. I
once learned that Ontario has 350,000 lakes. I must have
lost count after counting about 400 along this route. I just
sink in, soaking in this beautiful land in all its glory
when you ask me, "Uh, Robert, where are you from, anyway?"
"Me?" I ask. "Oh, from the Toronto area. North York. How
about you, Sue?"
"I'm from the States. Mid-West. Topeka, Kansas."
"No kidding? What do you do for a living?"
"I work for a chemical company. Office work, that is. You?"
"Stockbroker," I say. "What do you do in your spare time?"
"Are you on the net?"
"Yeah."
"You read alt.sex.stories?"
"Yeah."
"The Sue and With Sue series?"
"Yeah."
"That's me."
What luck! I might have a chance to live out my fantasies
with one of the prima donnae of the alt.sex hierarchy.
"I've read some of your stories. Mainly the heterosexual and
lesbian stuff. Not the others: that kind turns me off. Fact
is, you and only a couple other contributors are worth
reading. 99% of the rest is far too gross, esp. the
pedophelia and stuff. Anyway, I like your stories. They've
turned me on on more than one occasion."
"I'm flattered, Robert. Thank your very much," you say.
"So, what are you doing here on this train?"
"I had a lucky break," you say. " I entered one of those
magazine discount scams, you know, 'You may have already won
1 Billion Dollars'"
"I get that mailing every month. So, did you win something?"
"Yeah, I won a trip for one on board this train, sleeping
class. Then I spend 6 nights in Vancouver before flying
home. How about you. Why are you here?"
"Just wanted to get away from the rat race for a little
while, Sue. Riding the subway to and from work day after day
is nice, it sure beats the hell on the freeways, but after a
while you just have to get away. And this year, I decided to
do something completely different. So, I'm here. I'm also
staying in Vancouver for six nights."
"Great. You know, Robert, maybe we can meet up while we're
there."
"That would be great, Sue."
I turn my head back toward the window. For some strange
reason, I get the feeling that there is going to be some
seduction. Either you will take me, or I will take you.
After about ten minutes of dead silence just looking out the
window, I feel your fingertips softly running up and down my
left arm. Then, you lean over and you kiss me softly, ever
so softly, on my left cheek.
"What's that for, Sue?" I ask rather uncomfortably.
You lean forward, and whisper in my ear, "You are such a
nice, kind, young man. Robert. I want us to make love."
For a full minute, I am so shocked that a feather could
knock me over. Then a big, wide grin comes over my face.
"Okay," I whisper back. "But shouldn't we use some kind
of... well, you know..." I feel uncomfortable saying the
word-
"Protection? Sure. I'm on the Pill," you whisper.
"I don't mean just that. What if you're infected with
something, Sue? I know I'm not, but what if your love juices
get inside my urethra while we're copulating?"
"I always carry a few boxes of condoms with me, just in
case."
"Just in case?" I am worried for a minute that you are the
wrong type of woman. "How many men have you slept with?"
"Only two or three. Last time was about five years ago. And
no, I'm not infected with anything either. Every man I took
was a virgin."
Risk of infection: zero, I think. "OK, Sue, let's go. Now. I
feel horny!"
"But shouldn't we wait for supper, Robert?" you ask.
"They serve dinner until 10. No, Sue, we'll wait until after
the Winnipeg stopover, which ends around 6:30. When they see
us walk in that dining car with sly grins, they'll wonder
what hit us!"
"Oh, my God!" you say. "I think I'll get an orgasm just
hearing you say that."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's make our fantasies come
true!"
You take me into your room and close the door, making triple
sure it's locked. "We'll leave the shade open", you say.
"Why, Sue? Don't you think people will notice?"
"Robert, right now this train is going about 80 miles per
hour. You really think people waiting at level crossings
will see us? And even if they do, so what? Either they will
be offended, or they'll want to have sex with their loved
one right there and then at the level crossing! Besides,
it's you I want, not them. I want to see the sunshine streak
all over your wonderful body."
"I want to see the sunshine all over YOUR beautiful body,
too. But you may not like seeing me. I'm a little overweight
and have got love handles."
"So what? When we're lying together, there will be no space
between us. We'll sweat even more. I love it when I sweat.
I'll love it even more when you sweat adrenaline and I feel
it and taste it."
As you press me back onto the wall that separates your room
from mine, I hear some squeaking. Then some shaking. "Sue,
hang on a minute," I say as I turn around and move my
fingers up and down some kind of metal hinge in the corner.
Sure enough, it is a moveable divider. Via Rail never
mentioned this. What luck, though! I fold it up and swing my
bunk 360 degrees (well, 340, maybe) so that it is virtually
parallel to yours. "Now, we'll have a lot more room when we
fuck."
"Oh, Robert, take me. Take me NOW! Show my tunnel of love
what you're made of!"
We approach each other and, after a moment of hesitation,
begin to kiss. After a few seconds, this becomes more
intense and as your mouth widens, so does mine. First you
move your face closer to mine and probe your tongue in my
mouth. Then I do the same in yours. Then you start pulling
down my zipper and you reach for my penis, which by this
time has already reached six inches. As you move your
fingers up and down it, I realize that it has never been
this thick before, either. I'm used to it being a diameter
of 1 1/2 to 2 inches, but now it's three full inches across.
"My turn", I say, and I bend down to reach under your skirt.
I find your panties and begin touching the part of your
panties that cover your labia with one hand. Wait a minute,
I realize, as I look at your face breathing with joy written
all over it, you don't have anything on under there. With
the other, I'm reaching through your slightly unbuttoned
blouse and find that you're wearing a strapless bra. I reach
around to the back, unclip the bra and slip it through the
front and begin to fondle the paradise that is your bosom.
You take off my socks, one at a time. I take off your shoes
and your silk stockings. You take off my shirt. I take off
your blouse, revealing your upper nakedness in all its
glory. I want to say, "What great monickers", but restrain
myself. Instead, I say, "What Etruscan sculptor hath moulded
those beautious mounds of joy?" This really turns you on,
and you're literally pulling me towards you, saying, "I want
you bad, NOW!"
"Not so fast, Sue. After all, you invited me. I'm going to
take my time. It is an honour to be about to make love to
someone as beautiful and honourable as you, and I'm not
going to waste it."
You slowly remove my jeans and my boxers, and slowly lean
yourself on top of our artificially created double bed,
taking me with you. I turn myself around, and look down your
skirt. Oh, what the heck, I think, if we're going to do 69 I
may as well not suffocate. I unclip your skirt and throw it
away. Then I move my fingers towards your labia and part it
open. Slowly, ever so slowly, I position myself so that we
are side-by-side. Then, you take my penis, which is now 7
inches long, into your hand and move your soft fingertips up
and down my scrotal sac, and around and around the testes.
I sigh loudly, "Oh, Sue, keep doing that, please keep doing
that." As you do, I move two fingers into your vagina.
Slowly, 1/2 an inch, then out. Then 3/4 of an inch, then out. As
I do this, I lick your clitoris You're starting to breath
huskily, and not wanting to wait anymore, you take my penis
right into your mouth and you also do the 1/2 inch, 3/4 bit.
Each time you take me inside your mouth, your tongue moves
all around my penis.
"I really like your doing what you're doing. Like what I'm
doing, Robert?"
"I like it, Sue. As a matter of fact, I love it!" I can
already begin to feel your tunnel of love quiver with
tremors all around my fingers. I move my tongue into your
mouth so I can get that sensation there, and it feels
terrific. Plus, with the train swaying side to side, this is
the most incredible experience I've ever had. You take my
penis out of your mouth and you begin to scream, "I'm
coming, I'm coming! Seven, eight, nine! I don't know how
much more I can take!" You also have the fortitude to apply
the squeeze technique so I won't come until we're inside
each other. "Oh, Sue, just keep squeezing. If you think
you're having the orgasms of your life now, just wait until
the main event!"
I move my head away from between your legs. It is covered
with your love juices. I have tasted them and they taste as
sweet as honey. I now kiss you. You revel in the phenomenon
of tasting the secretions that come from your gate of
heaven. You tell me, "Oh, Robert, that is beautiful! Oh, I
love that taste. Give me the main event. I don't know how
much longer I can wait for you!"
"Yes, you can wait, Sue," I reply. "Right now, it's my turn,
and I'm in control. Later on, you can do what you want with
me."
I take my index and middle fingers, and start to tickle your
feet. You laugh like crazy, and it's so contagious that I
laugh, too. Then slowly I move my fingers up the outside
right side of your right leg. I'm not moving between your
legs... not yet. Now, my fingers are moving past your hips
and your waist. Now, they are on your breast. "Oh, Sue," I
say, "I love your legs, I love your waist, I love your
breasts. They turn me on big time!"
"Robert, I can't wait. Please, come inside me now."
"But I'm not ready. I want this to be just right." Actually,
I'm as horny as all nature, but I'm not telling you that. I
want to arouse you to the point of begging, and I want to
make you beg like when Oliver Twist asked the headmaster of
the orphanage for more.
I am still touching your breasts, but not your nipples. The
areolae that surround your nipples are each four inches
across. My God, I want to suck on that like a baby sucking
on mother's milk. My fingers are moving in circles, and the
circles get smaller and smaller. This goes on for five
minutes, and you keep begging me to touch your nipples,
which are getting really, really aroused. At least an inch
high. Finally, you can't take it any more, and just as you
ask one more time, my fingers are touching your nipple.
Actually, both of your nipples. I bend down and kiss them,
one at a time. And I also suck on them. That really makes
you happy, and it raises your nipples another inch, so I can
suck even more.
"Robert, would you please enter me, now?"
"Not yet, Sue." My penis now feels so swollen I want to
enter you now, too. But I resist the temptation. It is 8
inches long and 2 1/2 inches across. I figure, since I'm a
virgin (well, in a few minutes I won't be any longer), and
you're zero risk (with the Pill and all), no condom will be
necessary.
I take my penis in my hand and move it up and down and
around your clitoris. You're really huffing and puffing now.
You want me. And still I say no. I fondle some more. You say
you want me, but still I say an emphatic no. Finally, after
this goes on for about 3 minutes, you are literally begging
like Oliver Twist. Now, you're really ready. And so am I.
I come on top of you and move my penis into your vagina very
slowly, 1/2 an inch, then out. I move in, again, only 1/2 an
inch, then out again. I repeat this about 7 or 8 times, and
I can feel your body start to quiver already. I move in a
little more, about 1 inch, then out. I repeat this about 7
or 8 times, and you're starting to shake, and you lift up
your legs all the way back, then wrap them around my back so
I can penetrate even further. As I repeat this process, at 1
1/2 inches, 2 inches, etc, I can feel your vagina stretch
longer and longer. At 2 1/2 inches, I begin to pick up the
pace, and very gradually I move in and out of your faster
and faster. You scream and scream and scream. I know you're
not faking it. I MADE you have an orgasm. No, I'm making you
have 15 orgasms. I can feel it each time you quiver and
shake around my shaft.
After about 15 minutes after I first entered you, I'm moving
the full length of my penis real fast into your heaven's
gate, but each time I hold it for a few seconds and move it
around so my scrotal sack rubs against the rest of your
labia and your anus. Then, after my seventh time fully
inside you, I hold it. I have to, because my body starts
shaking. I've masturbated many times in my life (having had
no woman) but only once or twice have I had a real orgasm.
Not just ejaculating, but your whole body becomes the
orgasm. This is happening to me now. It's my point of no
return. And as I feel the ejaculate press through my
urethra, my whole body is shaking, and you're shaking with
me.
"Hold on, Sue. I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!" And I
do, it must feel like I'm depositing 2 or 3 ounces of
seminal fluid each time I ejaculate. The fluid lines your
vagina and my penis and runs out of the place where you and
I have become one human being. And the third time I come,
you come at exactly the same moment. Which means only one
thing.
And we both say it together: "This is total lovemaking!!!"
We're both exhausted, and for about half an hour we lay in
each other's arms, exchanging terms of endearment. Then we
head to eat dinner. And, like I promised you, we're smiling
so much it would take a nuclear holocaust to wipe off the
smiles from our faces. During dinner, we keep gazing in each
other's eyes. In fact, we feed each other half of the time.
Then we head back to the sleeping car. "Now, Sue, it's your
turn. Make me a man!"
You take me back into our artificially created double room.
This time, we can't wait even a few seconds after we close
the door before we take each other's clothes off, real fast.
You push me down on the bed.
"Robert, you said it was my turn. Are you ready to make me
come, like you did the last time?"
"Give me your all, Sue, give me your all."
You climb on top of me, but you don't come on top of me just
yet, even though my penis is already erect and ready for
your vagina to come on top of it, so that we will become one
human being again. Instead, you stand over me and begin to-
masturbate?
Yes, Sue, I'm looking straight up into your hairy labia as
you move your fingers up and down it. I want to reach up and
touch it again, but you tell me, "No, Robert, I want to see
how you masturbate while you watch how I play with myself.
Then we'll switch, you'll do me and I'll do you."
I shrug my shoulders and as I watch you stimulate yourself
into an orgasm, I move my fingers up and down my circumcised
penis. (No, I'm not Jewish, my parents did that to me for
medial reasons. So much the better they did, I think,
because when I touch my erectile with the foreskin rolled
back, it gives me shivers.) Then I grab the foreskin from
either side, and start pulling. As I pull each time and the
foreskin comes together at the top covering my urethra, my
thumbs rub against the covered erectile tissue, whilst the
bottom of the blood engorged tissue is pressing against my
testicles, commanding my sperm to come forth.
"Sometimes, when I do this, Sue," I say as I do it, "it
takes about 5 or 10 minutes before something comes out, and
it's often not much unless I've gone without jerking off for
a week or so. But if I see an erotic film, not triple X but
just your normal, consentual heterosexual or lesbian act,
afterwards I jerk off and it comes spilling out and out and
out. That's why I came so much when we were together
earlier. Not that I thought about those movies, my mind was
completely on you. But being with someone just made me want
to come. And I want to come even more now!"
"Your wish is my command, Bob," you reply. "Now, you've seen
what I've done to myself?" I have, Sue, I have. I can see
you move your fingers up and down your pretty labia, and you
move your fingers up and down your vagina. At one point, you
even masturbate up your rectum. I figure, what the heck, and
slowly I roll over to my side and move my fingers up my ass
as well.
"Now, Robert, we switch." You roll beside me back into the
69 position once more, and begin to masturbate each other in
exactly the same way we showed each other. You take it nice
and easy on me, Sue, you don't want me to ejaculate all in
your face. But I wouldn't mind swallowing more of your love
juices!
Just as I feel as I'm going to come, you apply the squeeze
technique on me once again.
"I want you to wait, Robert. I want you to come like you did
last time when you made me wait," you say.
"Oh, come on Sue," I plead, "let it spill across your face.
I let you taste your love juices. Why won't you let me taste
my secrets?"
"Oh, all right, Robert." You let go of my erectile and my
scrotal sac, and at that moment, I squirt about 2 ounces of
my seminal fluid right in your forehead and left cheek.
Without missing a beat, I turn around right for your face
and start licking it. Not bad, I think. Not bad at all. If
only I could see what's inside it, though.
Then I groan. "Oh, Sue, it's going to take forever before
I'm ready for you again. It'll take even longer for you to
get aroused. Maybe we should sleep until morning. Then you
can take me and give me a case of morning glory before
breakfast."
"Then let's lay in each other's arms. In the morning, I'll
give you the ride of your life."
It is early the next morning, and the train is now passing
over the common denominator of the central West:
Saskatchewan Prairie. It's just before sunrise. I open my
eyes. During the night, I've had pleasant dream after
pleasant dream about you and me. On a mountain top, over
hill and dale, on the sea, even in a gravity-removed chamber
at NASA, I dreamed you and I made passionate love. With a
grin on my face, I turn to see your naked body, and by the
grin on your face, I can tell you've been having pleasant
dreams about me, too. Your legs are slightly spread out. So,
I figure I should wake you up the only way a gentleman
would. I kiss your labia and begin to stroke your clitoris.
This really turns you on, and you're ready for me. You flip
me over, and move your hips on top of mine. Then slowly,
ever so slowly, you lower your labia on top of my penis, and
using me for support, you stroke your clitoris with my
penis.
"Sue, how can you keep yourself suspended on top of me like
that? Doesn't that make you tired?"
"Nothing is impossible when you live out your fantasies,
Robert. When I have sex, I never get tired!"
Then you lower yourself on top of me. I think you'll do the
1/2 inch, 1 inch thing with me, but no, you come right on top
of me, all the way down! Doing that makes my penis grow and
grow, to its full length. Then you lean forward, so that
your breasts are in my face. I reach up to grope on them and
I pick myself up and kiss them. I also kiss you in the face,
on your nose, and on your neck. I also nibble your ears as
your continue to move up and down my penis, pumping my
scrotum, commanding them to bring forth an endless supply of
sperm. Then I lay back down, and as I do, you lay on top of
me. Then, I wrap my legs around your back, and press down so
that, when you continue to pump and pump, it is more intense
than ever before. "Oh, Sue, this is incredible. I never
thought it could be like this. But you've made my dreams
come true-oh, my God, it's happening again, I'm coming!"
As you continue to pump, you come again and again, too. Last
time, you came 25 times. This time, I've felt your vagina
quiver at least 30. But you're not exhausted, not one bit.
You pump faster and faster and faster, until-we both burst
with the biggest orgasms we have ever had. Seven, eight,
nine times, I come inside of you. How much semen did I
deposit inside of you that time? 30 ounces? Who knows, but
it sure feels like it!
We just begin laughing and we hug. Then, we kiss and kiss.
We must hold onto that French kiss for five whole minutes
when the buzzer on the intercom on either side of "our" room
sounds. In English and French, the conductor announces:
"Your attention please, breakfast is now being served in the
dining car."
"Well, Sue, maybe when we get to Wreck Beach, we can have
sex right there in the sand. And to hell with the obscenity
laws. By the way, how about something different after
breakfast?"
"What, Robert?"
"Let's do it doggie style. After all, we're animals, so
let's do it the way nature intended us to do it!"
"Oh, Robert, I can't wait!"
After breakfast, I realize I haven't showered yet. "Uh,
Sue," I ask you, "would you like to go in the shower with
me?"
"Would I?"
Within seconds, we run into the shower room and slam the
door shut. We take off each other's clothes so fast that I'm
thinking we'll forget to do something. I turn on the shower
head and we move into the stall. As we wash each other,
we're kissing and caressing each other's genitals. I fondle
your breasts, too, very gently, and that alone causes you to
orgasm twice.
Then I figure, why not try it standing up? So with my penis
all ready to go, I lift both your legs up and lower you on
me. Then as I struggle to pump up and down, you just lay in
my arms and lift yourself up and down too. Then I remember,
"doggie style".
"Sue, just a minute, OK. Let's see if we can hold off on our
orgasms until we reach the bedroom."
Somehow, we struggle with our clothes barely back on to our
bedroom. But I can't wait. We take off our clothes again and
I push you, front down, on the bed. I tell you, "Sue, lift
yourself up like you'll do modified squats." You do and your
derriere is right in my face. I bend down and stimulate you
by stroking your labia and clitoris, which by this time is
so red that I fear I have swollen it beyond repair. I turn
my head and, looking straight up between your legs, I kiss
and lick your vagina and your anus. This really causes you
to orgasm even more, and I think some of your vaginal fluids
are spilling in my face.
As you continue to orgasm, with my penis already erect, I
move back from behind you and stroke my fingers up and down
your labia, just to make sure I will enter your vagina and
not your rectum. I massage your back and neck just to get
you to relax a little. A few minutes ago in the shower, you
had gotten really aggressive!
Then, I enter you. This time, my penis stops just at your
Grafenberg spot. I start rubbing the tip of my shaft against
it, and rub it and rub. This drives you wild. After about
two minutes of this, I move my penis in all the way to the
top of your vagina, right to the entrance to your uterus,
and I start pumping like crazy. I want to take my time, but
you're so irresistible and incredible when we made love
before I can't help but pump fast. As I do this, my hands
fondle your breasts. You begin to come again, and just
before I come again, I can see even more of your love juices
spilling out. Then I come, and you scream like crazy as my
secrets spill into the top of your vagina. I can see some of
the seminal fluid come out.
Then, we lay down next to each other. "Robert, you are the
most incredible lover I have ever had. It's too bad we won't
see each other again after Victoria."
"Victoria? Sue, I thought you said you're staying in
Vancouver."
"I thought so, too. Then I checked my hotel reservations,
just after we made love before breakfast. It's Victoria.
It's too bad. And I'm really sorry."
"Don't say that, Sue. We can keep in touch. Besides, we'll
always have our time together. When our experience appears
on the Net, no one will ever know it was you-or me. Besides,
we're still here, and we can continue to make love until we
get to Vancouver. Why don't we?"
"Yes, Robert. Let's!"
By the time we had our last breakfast on the train, we were
well on our way through the Coast Mountains to downtown
Vancouver. In total, we had made love 10 times. The last
day, we copulated 8 times, and each time it climaxed in
simultaneous orgasm. I am reveling in the experience we have
had together. And your eyes, this last morning together...
well, they shine brighter than all the lights on Times
Square put together.
As we detrain and walk over to luggage pick-up, I tell you
one more time that I will never forget you and I will
consider myself privileged that I lost my virginity to a
woman like you. And you tell me you will never forget me. We
then exchange home addresses.
We pick up our bags and walk to the loading stand, where the
bus is waiting to take you onward to the ferry and the last
leg of your journey, the Nanaimo-Victoria Rail Diesel Car on
Vancouver Island. The bags are loaded from under the bus.
Just as you board the bus, I yell, almost in tears, "SUE!!!"
You run off and we kiss one last time. We hold our lips
together like we never want to part. About half a minute
later, we have to let go when the driver says last call. As
you look out the window, you blow a kiss to me and I can lip
read you saying, "I love you, Robert."
For a brief second, I am shocked. Then I grin. "I love you,
Sue."
THE END.
Into The Woods
The story that follows was written by someone who read my
stories in alt.sex.stories, and took up my suggestion to
write something in response. It really turns me on to know
that my fantasies strike such a responsive chord in other
people. If you would like to write something about your
dreams of you and me, I'd love it. I would love to enlarge
on this "With Sue" series of stories.
In this case, the writer chooses to keep his total
anonymity, so if you have comments, you'll have to send them
to me.
NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only-so don't
read it if you don't think you can be mature about it.
Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy,
and I hope that you can keep your notions of real and
fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can. If you
would like to let me know what you think, or if you have a
follow-up fantasy (which is something that I REALLY like),
you can reach me at suenh@kear.tdsnet.com... but I can't
promise to return your emails... I do have some other things
to do in my real life!
I've enjoyed reading Sue's stories so I took up her
challenge to create some fantasies of my own involving her.
I'm new at this, so we'll see how it works out. I'd
appreciate any feedback Sue (or anyone else) can provide.
It's a little bit talky in the beginning as I set the scene,
but I hope the sex is hot enough to make up for it! €€€
The weather this fall has been beautiful, and things have
been stressful at work. I had a completely free weekend, so
I decided to take off and go hiking in the hills about two
hours from home. Just a chance to escape all the little
hassles of everyday life: the phone calls, the faxes, the
memos. Away from it all, just enjoying the outdoors and the
beautiful scenery.
On Saturday morning I drive in tandem with a friend out to
where I would end my trip, and drop off my car. Then my
friend drives me to where I would start my hike. I grab my
gear, thank him, and start off from the trailhead. By now
it's about 11 AM, and a beautiful day. It had been cool and
crisp early in the morning, but now it has warmed up nicely
to about 65 degrees. I take off my sweater and continue down
the trail, admiring the beautiful fall leaves.
At about one I realize that I'm quite hungry. I hike on for
about ten minutes, then come to a rock where I can sit and
enjoy my lunch. It's nothing fancy: a tuna sandwich, a nice
fresh apple, and some spring water. But in the fresh air,
hungry from hiking, it's probably the best tuna sandwich
I've ever had.
As I'm finishing off the last of my water, I hear rustling
down the trail. Somebody is hiking up from the north, where
I just came from. I'm kind of disappointed. I had hoped to
have the weekend all to myself, alone in these wonderful
hills. Maybe whoever it is will simply nod, say hello, and
continue on. But then the person stops, still about 20 yards
away from me. I look around, and then understand. There is a
group of a dozen deer, about 15 yards away from the trail.
They apparently haven't noticed either of us. For about
three minutes we both stand still, watching the animals.
Then something startles them. Maybe the wind has changed
direction, and they've picked up our scent. Whatever it is,
the deer run away, gracefully jumping over fallen trees.
As I pick up the remnants of my lunch, the movement starts
up again. The hiker comes closer, and I receive a pleasant
surprise. It's a woman, and an attractive woman too. Maybe
having some company on my hike wouldn't be such a bad things
after all.
"Hi. Boy, wasn't that something? I've hiked here a few times
before, but that's the first time I've seen a whole herd of
deer like that."
For a moment, I'm too stunned to reply. This is perhaps the
healthiest looking woman I've ever seen. She's a blonde,
tall and thin. But what's most impressive is the energy she
exudes. Her cheeks are red from the hiking, and she has a
barely noticeable sheen from her perspiration. She looks
like she's spent her entire life outdoors, hiking all over
the world. She's wearing jeans, a light sweater, hiking
boots and a black wool baseball cap with her hair sticking
out back in a ponytail. Her clothes look so natural on her
it's as if she were born in them.
"Oh, hi." Real smooth. "Yeah, that was nice. I've seen deer
out here before, but never that many."
"Oh," she asks, "are you a big hiker?"
"Not as much as I'd like. Work keeps me too busy. But I came
here to get away from work, so let's not talk about that.
I'm Dave, by the way."
"Hi Dave, I'm Sue. Nice to meet you." And we shake hands.
She has a firm grip, but it's still feminine. "Do you mind
some company while you hike?"
"That would be great."
We hike a long for a couple of miles, talking the whole way.
Sue has a terrific sense of humor, and when she laughs,
there's a sparkle in her blue eyes. It sounds corny, but
there is definitely something there.
"So Dave, what do you do?"
"Remember, I'm trying to forget my job. So let's not even
think about that. You tell me, Sue, if you could have any
job in the world, what would you do?"
"I'd be a writer."
"I can see that. Let me see, what kind of writer would you
be....I picture you writing novels about strong women,
overcoming adversity. Like Toni Morrison."
Sue laughs. "Well, I do write about strong women, but not
quite in that way."
"Wait, so you really are a writer?"
"It's just a hobby. I write stories and post them on the
Internet. Erotic stories."
"Erotic stories?"
"Yes, stories about men...and women...and sex." She says it
so matter-of factly.
"Wait....Are you that Sue? 'Guess Who's Coming at Dinner'
Sue? 'Slippery When Wet'?"
"That's me."
I can't believe it's actually you, that I've met you hiking
in the woods, in the middle of nowhere, away from all of
civilization.
"I read your stories all the time. It's by far the best
stuff on alt.sex.stories. It's much more authentic than the
drivel that's usually posted. It's sexy, it's real, and most
of all it's fun."
"Well it's nice to actually meet one of my readers. I get
lots of e-mail, but that's so impersonal."
"It's always a highlight in my day when one of your stories
shows up on a.s.s."
"So which one is your favorite?"
"'Louvre Love.' First of all, Paris is my favorite city. So
that got my hooked right there. And then the sex....It's so
passionate. You seem like a woman who really enjoys making
love."
And then I blush. You look at me, and I blush even more, if
that's possible.
"What is it Dave?" You're trying to keep a straight face,
but then you start to giggle.
"It's just that I don't even know you, and here I am,
talking with you about sex, and you having sex, and..." I
stop, embarrassed.
"Dave, you're exactly right. I do enjoy making love. And
there's nothing wrong with that. I also enjoy writing about
sex, too. And knowing that you enjoy my work means a lot to
me. That's why I write, so I can share my fantasies with
others, and they can enjoy them too. This is a perfect
opportunity. Why don't you tell me what you like and dislike
about my stories, so I can make them more appealing."
So as we hike along on this beautiful fall Saturday, we talk
about sex, life, and the Internet. You want to know my
opinions on all sorts of issues. Group sex. Oral sex.
Bisexuality. Sex toys. Masturbation. I hardly know you, but
here I am, discussing my most private feelings with you,
rather comfortably.
All this talk is having an effect on me. Hearing you, this
beautiful woman, talk so openly about all these things we
keep hidden even from our closest friends has aroused me.
For the last mile, my penis has been constantly erect. But
at least it's not just me. I can see your erect nipples
through your red sweater.
"So what do you think my next story should be about Dave?"
you ask. "After 'The Cocktail Table,' I'm thinking of going
back to some exotic locale. I've already done Paris and the
Caribbean. I know. I'll write an outdoors story. 'Sue: Into
the Woods.' How does that sound?"
"That has promise. What's it going to be about?"
"I don't know." You become quiet for a moment, thinking.
Then you turn to me. "Why don't we write this story right
here?"
You grab my hand and pull me off to the side of the trail.
You undo the buckle on the hipbelt of my backpack, then move
your hand down to the fly of my jeans.
"Do you want to unleash my creative energy?" you whisper.
I quickly take off my backpack and help you get yours off
your back. The woods are deserted; neither of us has seen
another person today. You grab me and pull me toward you,
then reach up to kiss me. It feels wonderful. All of your
energy seems contained in that kiss. I play with your hair,
then move my hands up and down your back. I grab your ass
cheeks, squeezing them through your jeans. You are the
sexiest woman I have ever seen. Meanwhile, you have your
hands inside my shirt, playing with my nipples. Between the
cool weather and your fingers, they're as erect as they can
be. You bend your head down and take my right nipple in your
mouth. First you lick it with your tongue, then suck on it.
It feels fantastic. You then do the same with the left, as I
continue to squeeze your wonderfully firm ass.
I move my hands from your butt and place them under your
sweater. My guess is correct; you are not wearing a shirt or
bra. I place a hand over each of your tits. They are each a
perfect handful, firm and not too big. I massage your
breasts. Then I concentrate on your nipples, feeling them
become firmer between my fingers. Your breathing becomes
heavier. You throw your arms around my waist and we kiss as
I continue to massage your breasts.
I lift your sweater above your head and take your right
nipple in my mouth. It is quite erect in my mouth as I suck
on it. I can tell by your breathing that you are enjoying
this. After a few minutes I switch my mouth to your other
breast, continuing to massage the first as I suck on the
second. Your nipples are wonderfully sensitive, and you hold
my mouth to your chest.
After I'm sure your nipples have had enough, I kneel on the
ground and slowly kiss my way down your stomach. I look up
at you, questioningly, and you eagerly nod your head yes.
But first we have to rearrange ourselves, or we'll both end
up falling over onto the ground. I look around, and spot an
appropriate tree. I take your hand and lead you over there.
"First, let's get these jeans off of you," I say. It takes a
little bit of time: damn hiking boots! But then you stand
before me in just your multi-colored panties and sweater,
standing on your jeans so your bare feet don't get too cold.
As you lean back against the tree, I kneel in front of you.
I resume kissing your stomach, and rub your ass. Then I go
lower, moving my tongue up and down the inside of your
thighs. I suck on your muscular calves, and cover your feet
with tiny kisses. You are shuddering at this point. Finally,
I decide to take mercy on you, so I pull down your panties
and place my mouth directly on your pussy.
By this time, you are very wet, and your juices taste
wonderful. First I place my tongue on your clit, feeling it
grow. As I play with it, your legs start to weaken and you
have to gain your footing again. I then move my tongue down
to the opening of your cunt, fully tasting you. Cunnilingus
is perhaps my favorite form of sex, and being here, out in
the woods, with you Sue, eating your delectable pussy, is
almost too much for me. I use my hands to play with your
hard nipples, and you oblige me by removing your sweater.
You are now totally nude in the woods, and being eaten
alive-but not by mosquitoes!
I move my tongue back to your clit, and place my finger
inside your hot cunt. You're so wet that it slides in (and
out) quite easily. I look for your G spot: you try to help
by giving monosyllabic grunts as I get closer. I find this
sensitive spot with my finger, and you respond by grabbing
the back of my head and holding it against your cunt. As you
move closer and closer to climax, my face becomes covered
with your sex nectar, and I love it. Finally you come, and
it takes all of your efforts to not fall over. My mouth is
full with the taste of your sex. I stand up and kiss you.
"Thanks," you whisper in my ear. "That was fantastic. Can I
return the favor?"
"The pleasure was all mine," I respond truthfully. "I'm glad
I was able to please you. And whatever you want to do, go
ahead."
"Head being the operative word," you respond. "Let's see
what we've got to play with."
You quickly put your pants and boots back on, although you
keep your sweater off so I can admire your wonderful tits.
Then you lean me up against the tree. Kneeling down, you
massage my cock through my pants. Then you put your mouth
against my erection and blow your warm breath through the
crotch of my jeans.
"Let's get these out of the way, OK?" you ask.
I nod my head quickly in agreement. You unzip my jeans and
pull them down. Next comes my underwear. Here I am, in a
forest, leaning against a tree, with my jeans and underwear
around my ankles, and the most sexy and beautiful woman just
inches from my erect penis. I have to admit, this was not
what I was expecting on my camping trip!
You cup my balls with your hand, playing with them for a
moment. Then you plunge your mouth on my cock. It feels so
wonderful. Your blowjob technique is excellent. There's lots
of variation: slow strokes alternating with faster ones.
Occasionally you will stop, pull my dick out of your mouth,
and just lick the tip with your tongue. Meanwhile, you use
your hand to play with my balls. Once, with my cock fully in
your mouth, you look and wink at me. That drives me wild!
At one point you take your mouth off my penis with a loud
pop. You look up at me with a look on your face that's hard
to describe. It's perhaps a combination of lust and total
serenity. "I want to taste you," you say softly.
And you fill your mouth with my penis. You grab my ass
cheeks and pull me toward you. You are using your hands on
my butt so that it is like I'm fucking your face, but you
control the speed. My dick is moving rapidly in and out of
your mouth as your hands on my ass control the tempo. About
45 seconds of this is all I can take. I start to moan, and
you know my climax is near. You catch the first blast of my
semen in your mouth, then let my cock slide out of your
mouth. As I continue to come, you rub my firing dick first
on your face, then all over your tits. I'm not sure I've
ever had a stronger orgasm, and the amount of sperm is
enormous. By the time I finish spurting, your face and
breasts are covered with my hot come. You look at me with a
dazed but happy expression on your face, then use my now
softening penis to rub the semen into your cheeks and boobs.
You stand up and we kiss, very hard. I taste my come in your
mouth, while you absorb your pussy juices, still on my lips
and tongue. We share the tastes of our experience. I play
with your nipples, slick from my come. It's incredibly calm
here in the woods; the only sounds are the rustling of
leaves in the trees, and our heavy breathing, as we kiss and
continue to grope each other. This is the ultimate camping
trip!
The blowjob and muff-diving was fun, but we realize we still
have ground to cover if we're going to complete our hikes on
time. So we put our clothes back on, but not before I give
your beautiful tits one more quick kiss. We help each other
with our backpacks and head down the trial. It's a good
thing we're the only ones out here; people who see us might
have some embarrassing questions. Your cheeks are shiny from
my come, and the front of your sweater is damp from where
your rubbed my cream all over your tits. Your nipples are
still plainly erect underneath. My cheeks are also slick
from your juice, and we both smell heavily of sex.
So we hike on like this, laughing, enjoying each other's
company, walking through the woods holding hands. It
continues to be a beautiful fall afternoon, and the trees
are on fire with brilliant scarlets, oranges, and yellows.
It's a wonderful day to be out in the woods, hiking,
enjoying the fresh air, particularly after the fun we've
just had, eating pussy and sucking cock.
We continue along for another couple of hours or so, but
then it starts to get dark. We still have not encountered
anyone else during the afternoon. As the sun sets over a
hill, we find a good spot to set up camp for the night.
There's a wonderful spring nearby for water. We're both
quite hungry, from the hiking and the sex, so we quickly get
to work on dinner. It's nothing fancy, of course: gourmet
camp food is an oxymoron. But the spaghetti tastes
fantastic, even if the sauce comes out of one of those
little envelopes.
I'm a bit surprised when you pull out the wine; I've never
known anybody to bring a bottle on a hiking trip. But there
are a lot of surprising things about you. Of course the wine
is a burgundy, completely inappropriate for pasta, but how
were you to know you'd be having a spaghetti dinner with me
tonight? And it tastes wonderful here, in the outdoors. We
sit around our campfire, drinking the wine, laughing and
enjoying ourselves. I can't remember the last time I felt
this carefree and happy. We've finished the bottle of wine,
and we're both a little bit buzzed.
"I have to tell you Sue, this weekend has turned out to be
quite different from what I expected. Not that I'm
complaining."
"I'm glad to hear that. But your weekend's not over yet,
Dave. I think it's time for bed."
"Sue, I want to make love to you."
You lean over and kiss me, then whisper in my ear. "Dave, I
would love nothing more than that."
It's such a beautiful night that we decide not to bother
with the tent. The full moon shines brightly. Luckily our
sleeping bags are compatible, so we can zip them together to
form one big bag.
We quickly take off our clothes and climb into the sleeping
bag. Your warm body feels so good next to mine. Soon our
hands are rushing all over each other and we're passionately
kissing. Your hands are squeezing my ass, massaging my back.
I'm running mine through your hair, and up and down your
back. I reach down and grab an ass cheek with each hand. We
roll over so I'm on my back and you're lying on top of me. I
move my hands from your back to your chest. I cup your
perfect breasts in my hands. You arch upwards, and I play
with your tits. Then I concentrate on your nipples, rolling
them between my fingers, lightly squeezing them. They
respond favorably, becoming hard and jutting out from the
areolae.
After a few minutes of this, I reach down and grab your ass,
and move you forward so your boobs are directly over my
head. You get the idea and lean down and place your left
breast in my face. I greedily take your nipple between my
lips. I massage it with my mouth, sucking and nibbling,
while feeling the other with my hand. After a few minutes I
move my mouth to your other breast, arousing you even more.
You are running your fingers through my hair, whispering
"Dave, Dave,..."
When I'm convinced you've had enough nipple stimulation, I
again move my hands down to your tight butt and pull you
forward. Your eyes light up when you realize what I have in
mind.
"This sleeping bag's going to be a little tight," I say. "Do
you mind the cold?"
"Are you kidding? Not for this!"
The lust is your voice is inspiring. I zip open the sleeping
bag. You sit upright, then place your knees on either side
of my head. Your cunt is directly above me. I can see it in
all its beauty. Your blonde pubic hair, your beautiful lips,
now swollen and purple with arousal, the hood of your
clitoris. And I want it, I want to taste it, I want to
devour it. I reach up, grab your ass, and pull your pussy
down to my face. It tastes wonderful, even better than this
afternoon. Your cunt is very hot and wet. You relax, and
enjoy the ride..
I stick my tongue up your vagina, then move it to your clit.
You start to rub your pussy against my mouth, smearing with
your nectar. I maneuver a finger into your pussy, and move
it in and out. Then I remove my finger, and use it play with
your delicate asshole. This drives you wild, and you move
your cunt up and down on my face even faster.
"Oh god, oh god, ohhhh....." and you come. Your entire body
spasms. You're shivering from the intensity of your orgasm.
For a moment you sit still, and your sex juices continue to
run down into my mouth.
You lean down and kiss me. "That was fantastic! And twice in
one day!"
"But we're not done yet," I say. "I think it's time for a
fuck!"
"You're certainly right about that. I want that hard cock of
yours inside my cunt."
You're still on top, so you move your hips down my chest and
straddle my crotch. You take my erection in your hand, lean
down to give it a quick kiss, and then hold it upright.
"Let's put this fellow where he belongs," you say, and then
slowly lower your steaming cunt onto my cock. It's
marvelous, and I let out an involuntary moan. You begin to
slowly move your hips up and down, working my hard dick
deeper and deeper into your pussy. When it's in all the way,
you let out a sigh.
You move your cunt up and down on my cock. I lie back and
let you do the work, which you appear to be enjoying. I
reach up to massage your tits. After a few minutes, you
start to move your hips faster, and then start to rub your
clit. The moon suddenly breaks out from behind a cloud, and
I am treated to a wonderful sight. Here is the world's
sexiest woman, on top of me, bouncing up and down on my dick
with abandon, playing with herself.
"I'm getting close," I tell you.
You start to play with yourself even more. Your finger is a
blur as you rub up and down on your clit. Your breathing is
becoming more jagged, as is mine. Finally, we both explode
in orgasm. My cock explodes in your pussy, coating the
inside with come. Your body is still shaking from your
orgasm. You continue to sit on my dick as it becomes softer
within your cunt. Finally you roll off of me and we spoon,
with me holding you in my arms.
"That was wonderful, lover," you whisper in my ear.
"It was. Thank you Sue, for the weekend of my life."
And we drift off to sleep.
With Sue: A Weekend on the Island
Dear Bill: It was really your idea at first, for me to go
out to Block Island for a weekend to relax, but you couldn't
have known what would happen out there. I know you won't be
able to understand right away, but I'll try to explain it as
fully as I can in this letter, and maybe after that it'll be
easier to talk about it face to face.
You remember that especially hectic week in May, full with
ladies' groups, Sunday school, talent shows and bake sales?
You and I were sitting in your office in the church, late
Friday night, talking about how tired we were. Well, I was
talking about it, anyway. You had just finished explaining
to me, in your usual stiff fashion, how you couldn't
possibly take a break this weekend-there was no one to do
the church service for you on Sunday, no one else who could
chair the trustees' meeting, and so on.
"Why can't Ross take care of all that?" I asked. Ross: one
of your three assistant pastors, the shy blond twenty-
something with the awful sense of humor, who had come to
work with you after the seminary to prepare for his own
career as a minister. He was medium tall and rather good-
looking, and we'd been sure we could find a bride for him
among our congregation before long, but his self-conscious
manner was getting in the way. It had been eight months
already, and nothing.
"Oh, Mrs. Hauser," Ross gasped. I remember your fatherly
chuckle. It was going to be a while before Ross had the
confidence to face a thousand parishioners from the pulpit
on a Sunday morning. And a roomful of the wealthy men who
kept the church solvent would be even scarier for the poor
boy.
Then you had an idea. "How about this, though? Mr. Wells,
one of the board members, offered me the use of his place
out on Crown Island for a weekend this spring if I felt like
I needed it. He said it's empty except for a couple of nice
kids he knows. They're staying there free for a month in
return for cleaning up the place and getting it ready for
summer. There's plenty of room." You asked Ross if he'd be
willing to drive Mrs. Hauser out to the island in the
morning.
"Sure thing, boss," Ross smiled, relieved.
Why didn't Ross stay overnight himself, as long as he was
out there, you added. "You could use a little time off," you
said. "Just roll out the couch, and c'mon back Sunday, after
church." You remember the Lutheran church you and I visited
on the island the summer before. It had a late service for
vacationers, so Ross and I wouldn't have to miss our
devotions.
Ross showed up early the next morning in an uncomfortable-
looking short-sleeved shirt with a starched collar and a
flower print, and a pair of jeans that looked brand new. I
made breakfast for the two of you, and after I'd put the
dishes in the washer we loaded my bags into the back of
Ross's Chrysler and were off. I left the window open the
whole three-hour trip to Montauk, hoping the wind would blow
the annoying perm out of my long blond hair by the time we
boarded the ferry. It didn't, but I decided there was still
time. I sat outside on the deck as we crossed the ocean to
the little island, my denim skirt hitched up and my white
rayon shirt unbuttoned as far as I dared, working on a
preliminary tan, while Ross sat in the noisy cabin poring
over a book written in Greek.
It was high noon and hot when we rolled off the ferry, and I
was ready for an hour or so of sleep before hitting the
beach, so we made straight for the Wellses' place. Stepping
out of the car onto the gravel driveway and stretching my
legs, I waved to the trim, dark-haired young man who was
hosing the small front lawn. "Hello, I'm Beth Hauser, and
this is Ross, my husband's assistant," I told him over the
hedge. "Have you been expecting us?"
"Yes, ma'am," he said. "I'm Pete." He took off his hat to
introduce himself better. Judging from his face and his body
I thought he must be about 30 years old, but he had some of
that prematurely white hair that looks so nice on a middle-
aged man. He wore a light plaid shirt and jeans considerably
more roughly treated than Ross's ever would be.
Ross carried our things in while I wandered into the
kitchen. There was the tray of sandwiches and a pitcher of
juice. I heard the unmistakable "boinnng" of a diving board
through the screen doors in the back of the sitting room,
then a quiet splash. "I didn't know they had a pool, too!" I
exclaimed to Ross.
I pushed the screen aside and shaded my eyes as I stumbled
out onto flagstones and slid the door shut. A tallish blonde
woman was pulling herself out of the far side of the 30-
foot-long pool. Her hair shone with the water soaking it,
and her skin was a rich cream color. She sauntered back to
the diving board and stepped out on it, the sun glistening
in the drops of water on her body. She was wearing nothing
at all.
I covered my gasp with my hand, and looked around to warn
Ross. He was right behind me, staring through the screen
door, his mouth open. The woman smiled up the sun, looked
down and flexed her knees. Her full breasts jouncing with
the rhythm of the diving board, she bent over to jump.
"Sue!" Pete called from the kitchen. "I told you company
would be arriving soon. Now put some clothes on, will you?"
He laughed as her eyes alighted on us for the first time and
she blushed right down to her chest.
"All right, coming." Sue stretched to her full height. Out
of the corner of my eye, I could see Ross's attention
sinking to her hips, to the tidy little thatch of water-
pearled hair at her crotch, to her long, strong legs, which
suddenly lifted her off the board and into the air. She
broke the water neatly, frog-kicked to the far ladder and
climbed out. I shook myself awake again and grabbed Ross's
arm to lead him away as he watched Sue's tanned bottom head
for the dressing house.
We were sitting silently on stools at the bar-style kitchen
counter, each attacking a second turkey sandwich, when Sue
came back in, dressed this time, even if it was only an
orange two-piece bathing suit. "Mmm, that sun is nice to the
body," she said with a smile. "Hi, I'm Sue. Are those
sandwiches all right? I guess Pete introduced himself
already." Opening the refrigerator, she leaned in for a
look, and I nudged Ross to pull his eyes off the thin,
stretchy orange fabric.
After we'd eaten, Pete showed me a big guest room upstairs,
and I promptly undressed and lay down for a nap. I awoke, it
must have been two hours later, to the sound of laughter
from the pool below. In the late-afternoon sun, Sue and Pete
were sitting together on a chaise lounge across a little
table from Ross, who must have been telling some of his
infamous jokes. There were bright-colored drinks on the
table and the umbrella was rolled up.
I pulled on a modest maillot, grabbed a towel from the
closet and skipped down the stairs for a quick swim before
it got too dark. The water was wonderful. I splashed back
and forth a few times, then leaned my elbows on the side of
the pool near the three of them to listen in. Sue got up and
came over to offer me a hand up out of pool, then went back
and sat down on Ross's chaise lounge. I took her place by
Pete, who handed me a cold glass of wine with a friendly
smile.
"I met Pete when I got assigned to a project with him and
his friend Wayne," Sue was saying. Pete nodded. "Wayne
couldn't, ah, make it this weekend," she said, and giggled
as Pete nudged her. She turned and lay back with her head
resting on Ross's thigh. "We're having some fun anyway,
though. You can do a lot of stuff here, with these high
hedges."
Their voices receded as I felt the tension of the last week
begin to slip away. I was already feeling the buzz of the
wine. Sue lay along the other chaise, her hands behind her
head, staring at the darkening sky. I turned to see if Pete
had some more of that wine, but his eyes were closed as he
took in the last of the sunlight. My eyes closed too, and
Pete absently began to rub my shoulder. Sue and Ross seemed
like they might as well be blocks away from us. It took me a
few minutes, or an hour, I don't know, to become aware of an
odd, rhythmic sound coming from the other chair.
Lazily, I opened my eyes and looked over. Sue was lying on
her side, her head in Ross's lap, her mouth closed around
his penis, happily sucking away as if it was what she did
every day. She was smiling to herself, her eyes shut, her
head slowly bobbing up and down, and now and then she was
making little "mmm" sounds as if complimenting some chef on
the taste of what she had in her mouth.
I stared at her and then at Ross, horrified. He looked
helplessly at me and held out his hands, palms up, as if to
say, "What can I do now?"
Maybe he really didn't know what was happening-it occurred
to me that nothing like this could ever have happened to
Ross before-but he wasn't doing anything about it, either.
In a moment, he began to breathe more heavily. He glanced at
me sheepishly once more, then looked back down at Sue. He
ran his hands through her long blond hair as she pushed her
face into his lap, and she reached up to brush it back over
her ear, as if to make sure Pete and I could both see Ross's
stiff penis slide slowly, shiny and wet, in and out of her
mouth.
I turned to look at Pete, and caught him staring at the two
of them, his mouth a little open and a slight flush of red
on his cheeks. Was he as embarrassed as I was?
I couldn't help looking at his lap for his reaction. It was
unmistakable. I caught myself as my own breath began to
quicken. This was not at all acceptable behavior for any of
us: I was shocked at myself for sitting here and watching. I
made a move to get up, but Pete's steady rubbing pressure on
my shoulder held me back. We sat and watched Sue
administering to Ross's cock, her tongue and cheek muscles
working.
I was noticing a decidedly warm feeling in my own loins when
Ross's breath started coming faster and louder, and Sue's
head picked up speed. Her little hand held his balls in a
soft grip, and her hips started moving almost of their own
accord. Suddenly Ross let out a huge gasp and Sue was
swallowing once, twice, my God, three times.
Only when she had got it all down did her mouth open. She
rose hurriedly to her knees and skinned down her bikini
bottoms right in front of us all, sat back against Ross
again, and kicked them off, right into my lap. She panted to
Pete, "All right, loverboy. Time for my dessert."
In one motion, Pete stood and stepped out of his shorts. I
caught a glimpse of his private parts as he stepped away
from me and knelt at the other chair, where Sue stared up at
him. But I had had enough. With a glare at Ross, I tossed
Sue's panties to the bricks, jumped up and ran into the
house.
I have to tell you, Bill, I was shocked and worried, even if
I was a little bit turned on. I wondered what it might be
like to do that for you-it had never occurred to me before.
Without turning on my bedroom light I threw my bathing suit
to the floor, climbed into bed and pulled the covers tightly
around my ears, but I could still hear mating sounds coming
from the courtyard below. I was still lying awake, facing
away from the door, when I heard Ross tiptoeing down the
hall to his room. I stared angrily at the darkness for an
hour before finally falling asleep.
I awoke late and dressed quickly for church in my light-blue
sundress and sandals. No one was about. I decided to go by
myself, leaving Ross alone to contemplate his infraction. I
packed up some of the leftover sandwiches and some apples in
case I felt like a solitary picnic, and I found a bicycle in
the garage with a basket on the front. I rolled it outside
and began to ride off.
As I neared the end of our driveway, Pete rode up along the
road on a bike of his own. I slowed to miss him and nodded
coldly, but he greeted me with a warm smile. "Going the same
way as I am?" he inquired. "Let me show you part way there,
so you're not late. It's a bit far."
It was sunny and breezy, too beautiful a morning to stay in
a bad mood for long. My dress was blowing pleasantly around
my legs. We rode quietly for what must half been half an
hour, until I tired. I rolled off the road onto a winding
track, and got off for a rest in the shade of an elder. I
took two apples out of the basket and handed one to him, and
sat down on a big log to eat.
"Well, is Sue always that friendly?" I blurted.
"Well, only when she's in the mood," he said, sitting down
beside me. "But she sure was going for it last night, wasn't
she?"
I nodded. "I don't think Ross even knew what was happening
when she started to _ you know, use her mouth."
"Oh, I suppose not. I didn't either, the first time it
happened to me. But she sure knows how, huh? You should read
the stories she writes. Do you have an e-mail address?"
Reddening, I jumped up, smoothed my dress and walked off a
few steps. This man was still basically a stranger, and here
he was offering to send me, I presumed, filthy smut. When I
looked back, Pete was still sitting on the log, an
apologetic grin on his face. I hopped up to a low, stout
branch and sat there, swinging my legs. "Well, don't you
think she should be sorry for committing adultery?" I asked
him gravely.
Pete scratched his head. "I guess not," he said with a
smile. He got up and ambled in my direction. "I don't think
so. She knows what she likes, and she goes after it. Don't
you?"
Pete rested his forearms on my legs. "Well," I replied
slowly. His eyes were at the level of my belly button.
Suddenly I recognized the warm feeling down there that I'd
been getting the night before. I brusquely told it to go
away, closing my eyes to concentrate on shutting it off.
Pete's mustache tickled first one thigh, then the other. How
had my dress gotten hitched up so high? I turned red, but he
didn't notice-he was staring straight ahead, at my belly. It
was moving quickly in and out. I realized suddenly that I
was breathing quite fast.
I don't know when Pete's tongue came into the picture. All I
knew was that my inner thighs felt wonderful, then strong
fingertips were unsnapping the crotch of my one-piece, and
then my clitoris was telling me things I had never thought
possible. I know I was moaning; I don't know if it was
audible from the road nearby. I draped my thighs over his
shoulders and clamped his head between them. It felt so
good-too good, it occurred to me, and I should be telling
him to stop, but it was too late. His warm breath ruffled my
curly blond hair. A hand reached up-his or mine? -- and
eased my shoulder straps off my arms, and my heavy breasts
were swinging free. Pete's hand kneaded one and mine took
the other. My nipples were hard as little corks.
I stiffened when I felt what had to be an orgasm coming on.
It had been so long, I wasn't sure, but very quickly I knew.
I think I screamed when I came, or maybe it was the squeal
of someone's brakes from the road. I drove my bush into his
mouth over and over, wanting his tongue deeper inside me,
convulsed with heat. It was a miracle I didn't drop
backwards off my branch.
After a minute, Pete helped me to the ground. Shaking, I
glanced at my watch: way too late for the church service. I
lifted the hem of my skirt to dry Pete's face. "Well, maybe
I wasn't meant to worship today," I said sheepishly. "Well,
I may have just worshipped enough for us both," he replied,
smiling. I was red again: from embarrassment or from the
exertion?
I snapped my bathing suit together again and we took a dip.
Afterwards we washed off the salt in the little stream and
dozed off on the grass for a while. When I awoke it was late
afternoon again. We mounted our bikes and headed back to the
Wellses' house.
My legs were still weak when we got back, whether from the
bicycling or the orgasm or the swimming, I couldn't tell. At
the top of the stairs, Pete kissed me lightly and started
back down toward his room, but I stopped him with a hand on
his arm. Muffled sounds were coming from inside Ross's room,
and I was curious. I turned the knob and peered inside. I
immediately took a step backwards and bumped right into
Pete.
Sue was on her back on the bed, naked. Her hips were in the
air, her legs locked around Ross's waist. He was standing at
the foot of the bed in his flip-flops and nothing else, with
his eyes closed, holding her round bottom in his big hands,
pumping into her lithe body and staring down at her with
that look of bewildered fascination. Sue's head was thrown
back and she was moaning.
Ross looked up and watched us come in and close the door. He
smiled uncertainly at me, then he looked back at Sue as he
twisted his hips into her. She grinned as her eyes met
Pete's. "I've been coming so much, honey," she breathed.
"Look at the way he fucks me." She was clearly on her way to
another orgasm right now, if the noise she was making was
any guide.
I could tell Pete thought the same thing I did. I could feel
him hardening against the small of my back as he watched his
friend mating with my husband's handsome assistant.
Suddenly all of Sue went stiff except her breasts, which
kept moving back and forth in time with Ross's thrusting.
Her thighs clamped and unclamped twice around Ross's waist,
and she sang out a loud "Ohhhh" and came, thumping her head
up and down on the blanket.
Ross's still-stiff penis bounced upward when he drew it out
of Sue, who crawled exhausted to the middle of the bed and
lay still there, watching us, with a strange smile on her
face. I couldn't take my eyes off Ross as he walked over and
sat down by the head of the bed. I had never really looked
at a man's equipment this way, as an object of hunger, of
desire, not just a reproductive tool.
Thanksgiving
Part 1/3 (m/f/m/f, consensual)
by Tom (laddie@anon.nymserver.com)
This story was originally posted in December of 1996. If you
missed it then, here it is again. I hope you enjoy reading
the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only-so don't
read it if you don't think that you can be mature about it.
Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy,
and I hope that you can keep your notions of real and
fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can.
Not only have the actions described not occurred in real,
everyday life, they are not likely to occur. The characters
are fictitious and don't resemble people in my life, and
most importantly, they don't practice safe sex.
It would be very helpful for me to hear from those who read
this story. How does it make you feel? Does it help you
masturbate more joyfully? Does it increase your libido? Have
you shared it with other friends or lovers? How could it be
better for you? I promise to answer all respectful, non-
abusive E-mail notes.
Because I have grown children who use the Net, and because
my employer would not enjoy the publicity, I must keep my
identity anonymous. I am a happily married, 50 year old
male, 6' 2" and 175 lbs. I keep physically fit and enjoy sex
very much. My wife's real name is not Ann. I would be glad
to share more information if you are interested.
Thanksgiving, Part 1
Her name is Sue, and her nipples are distracting me. They
are poking out from dark colored areolae that are clearly
visible through her sheer white net exercise shirt. I
imagine that her smile is for me, and I try to generate a
smile in return - but it probably looks like a leering grin
because my entire consciousness is suddenly focused through
my groin. Sue's sexy form in brief blue running shorts, and
especially her delightfully visible breasts, have my blood
surging and my imagination racing. My penis is growing, and
it threatens to slip out of the leg of my own shorts.
They say that a man has a sexual thought every 15 or 20
seconds, and I was certainly having one now: 'She recognizes
me and smiles. We are alone on the beach. She moves toward
me and pulls her sheer white net exercise shirt up and over
her head. Her breasts spill toward me as she discards the
shirt on the sand and cups her breasts with her hands,
lifting them to me. Her nipples are erect, and they seem to
be drawing me like twin magnets. I bend my head and nuzzle
first one breast and then the other. Her fingertips graze my
thigh and lightly grasp the head of my cock which is now
peeking out below the material of my running shorts. My cock
is weeping one clear tear of pre-cum, and she catches it on
the tip of her forefinger and lifts it to her lips. We kiss,
and I taste her lips and a trace of myself... '
These thoughts race through my brain in a fraction of a
second. Ann suddenly takes my hand, and, with a shock, I
realize that Sue and I are still standing 30 yards apart on
the beach. Sue is looking over my shoulder, and her smile is
for Jerry who is behind me and is descending the dunes
toward the surf. Sue is Jerry's "significant other", and the
two of them are spending the Thanksgiving Holiday weekend
with my wife, Ann, and me at Pajaro Dunes, just north of
Monterey on the Pacific Coast.
Ann says, "Come on, Tom, let's walk down the beach."
Ann and I were left alone for Thanksgiving when our two kids
were invited to ski Mt. Bachelor in Oregon with friends. We
decided to splurge and rent a beach house right on the surf,
and I invited Jerry to bring a friend and share the holiday
with us.
Ann and I spend Wednesday night at our favorite B & B in
Pacific Grove. After a candlelight seafood dinner at The
Fishwife Grille near Asilomar, we make passionate love and
fall asleep in each other's arms. It is a pleasant start to
our holiday. Thursday morning, we only have an easy 20
minute drive to the rented house at Pajaro Dunes. The house
is no more than 50 yards from the Pacific Ocean.
Back in October, Ann told me that she didn't want to cook
and spend her Thanksgiving honeymoon in the kitchen, so I
had called around the Watsonville area (near Pajaro Dunes)
and arranged for a small mom and pop catering company to
bring our Thanksgiving feast to us.
We arrive at the Dunes, and the weather is unusually clear
and warm for November - no fog and temperature in the 70's.
Jerry and his new friend, Sue (they have been dating for a
few months), are driving down from Portola Valley, and they
arrive just a half hour after us. Ann and I introduce
ourselves to Sue and learn that she is a professional
masseuse.
The surf beckons, and the four of us start walking together
down the beach. Ann and Sue are getting acquainted, and they
move ahead of Jerry and me. Following behind them, Jerry and
I are taking full advantage of the view. We gaze fondly at
the women's shapely buttocks as they move up and down and
sway back and forth gracefully ahead of us. We are both
having sexual thoughts this time, and there are a few
seconds of natural silence.
Jerry and I met in grad school at U. C. Berkeley ten years
ago. He was in law school then, and I was studying
journalism. After grad school, I settled in the Valley and
married Ann and fathered a boy and a girl. Jerry joined a
large law firm in the Bay Area and never married. Jerry and
I stay in touch and frequently get together for backpack
trips in the Sierra-Nevada Mountains each July and August.
Jerry is brilliant and funny and very well read. I think he
devours a half a dozen books a week, and his interests range
from the anti-nuclear movement to Civil War battle strategy.
I have always been drawn to him, and in grad school we spent
many hours drinking many pitchers of beer and solving the
problems of the world. Since then, we save our talks for
campfires in the summertime.
The Thanksgiving feast isn't due to arrive for another 2
hours - plenty of time to enjoy a walk on the beach. I don't
know whether Jerry is watching Sue or Ann. Both have eye-
catching figures although Ann's top is not as revealing as
Sue's. Ann is blond and trim for a woman in her early
thirties who has borne two children. Her hips are spreading
slightly as a mature woman's are wont to do, but regular
exercise keeps them firm and very sexy. When I see Ann, I
automatically picture her nude because I see her naked daily
and love the sight of her. Her breasts are small - pert and
pear sized - with sensitive pink nipples that perk up
quickly as soon as they are touched. Her left breast is
smaller than the right and kind of conical. Ann's pubic hair
curls out generously above and around her vulva and is light
brown. She loves to feel my mouth there, and I have become
addicted to the musky smell of her vagina over the years. My
cock is stirring again with these images. Ann is very open
about her sexuality, and we make time frequently for sex
despite our two kids being ever-present.
Ann and I married during my last year at Berkeley. She had a
degree in music education, but she took a clerical job in
the Toxicology Department of the U. C. Medical Center to
help us pay our bills. She liked Jerry right away and saw
him as kind of a friendly and amusing big brother. When we
married, Brother Jerry became a kind of "brother-in-law" for
her. Our son was born 7 months after we were married, and we
moved to the Valley for my first job as a reporter with a
large metropolitan daily newspaper. Ann stayed home with our
son for 6 months and then got a job as a dance therapist at
a private school for kids with disabilities. Two and a half
years later, a lovely daughter was born. Now, school and
P.T.A. and soccer and swim meets define our lives. It sure
feels good to be walking on the beach and to get away from
all of that for a few days!
'Damn!' I am thinking. 'Sue is sexy as hell!' She is very
blond, 5' 9," about 120 pounds, pretty slim. Her hair is
very straight and hangs down past her shoulders to just
above her breasts. I wonder if the hair between her legs is
just as blond. Sue's tits are not really large (maybe half-
cantaloupe size) and stand up well. She probably goes
without a bra because of the size and firmness of her
breasts. Her nipples, which have practically mesmerized me
already today, are a dull pink. Sue's navel is an "inny,"
and her tummy is flat and hard. Her ass cheeks are pretty
tight and not very big, and her legs are fairly long. She
has the legs and ass of a distance runner. Overall, Sue
appears attractive, slim and fairly strong, especially in
her arms. Strong arms and hands are good for a masseuse, I
imagine.
The sun shines through Sue's sheer blouse, and if I drift
slightly to one side, I can see the barest curving edge of
her full breasts from behind. As I walk beside Jerry, I
angle a few steps to one side and then the other to take
full advantage of the view that Sue is providing. Jerry
catches me in the act and chuckles, saying that I don't have
to be so obvious about it.
When we get back to the beach house, two middle aged women
are putting a turkey in the oven "to brown a little more -
it is already roasted". They own their own catering
business, called "Food For Thought". They set out all the
trimmings, wish us a "Happy Thanksgiving" and depart.
Everything smells delicious. As Jerry and Sue find their
bedroom to unpack and clean up, Ann sets the table, and I
open a chilled bottle of Chardonnay.
The dinner is a big success. Jerry and I each have three
helpings of everything and end up chewing on the two turkey
drumsticks while we watch the sunset and sip a tasty
cabernet. The stark beauty of an ocean sunset when there is
no fog bank captures all four us, and there is silence as we
watch the fiery orb descend past the horizon.
It is a romantic moment, and I take Ann into my arms. Jerry
does the same with Sue. Jerry breaks the silence by asking,
"Tom, is 'official sunset' the time when the sun first
touches the horizon, or the time when it is completely gone,
or some time in between?" We debate this weighty topic for a
few minutes until Ann and Sue start laughing at us and begin
clearing the dinner dishes. Jerry and I volunteer to wash.
After dinner, I pop in a Showtime movie called "Full Body
Massage" starring Mimi Rogers and the Australian actor,
Bryan Brown. Bryan plays a professional masseuse, and Mimi
is his wealthy customer. I've always liked Mimi Rogers as an
actress. Mimi has enormous breasts, and I have never seen
her bare them in a film before. She does so generously in
this film.
Ann says, "Mimi Rogers must be desperate for a movie role to
show so much skin." Ann's tone of voice is mildly sarcastic,
but her attention is totally fixed on the screen.
God what a sexy film! When Bryan begins to rub Mimi's large
breasts, I get chills. I hadn't known Sue's job when I
rented the video it, but she is very interested in Bryan
Brown's massage technique. During the sensual part of the
massage, I feel Ann's hand wandering along my leg and up
along my crotch. She feels how hard I am and winks at me,
then smiles sexily. I let my hand explore her legs as well,
then up between them, where she is hot from all the action
on the screen. Ann lets out a soft moan, and I notice Jerry
and Sue watching her.
Sue says, "Eroticism is a natural part of a complete
massage. It's unfortunate that some so-called "massage
parlors" have given massage a bad name.
With Ann's hand on my upper thigh, just barely brushing my
crotch, I wanted to grab her and kiss her. But I resisted
the urge - not right in front of Jerry and Sue. Supercharged
with sexual energy, I need to move around or do something. I
get up and go to our bedroom to change into looser, more
comfortable clothes. Sweatpants and a T-shirt are appealing.
I slip on the sweatpants without underwear. I still have a
semi-erection.
I have another sexual thought: 'Sue is on her knees in front
of me, taking my semi-erection in her hands gently and
worshipfully. She strokes its length starting on the base,
moving to the tip and back again. She kisses the tip and
takes the glans into her wet, warm mouth, and at the same
time she reaches between my thighs and cups my testicles
gently. She squeezes them ever so slightly and is getting
hot herself... '
I shudder involuntarily at the thought of this happening
with Sue and return to reality. I pull up the sweatpants and
tuck my erection down along the left pant leg and return to
the living room to join the others.
I intend to return to Ann and cuddle with her, but I am
startled to see the furniture moved away from the middle of
the living room and my lovely Ann lying on the floor on her
stomach. Jerry is kneeling by Ann's head and is giving her a
pretty vigorous massage on her neck and shoulders. Sue is
supervising Jerry's movements and offering instructive
comments to him as he works on Ann.
Ann is not a lover of massage. I get them regularly, but she
has never wanted even a gift certificate. The movie must
have turned her on. She is sighing and moaning softly under
Jerry's hands. Sue moves to Ann's feet and uses her strong
arms and hands making skilful, practiced movements on Ann's
shapely legs, working up gradually toward her buttocks. Sue
glances at me and smiles knowingly at the rather obvious
bulge along my left pant leg. The only light in the room
comes from the two dinner table candles that Jerry and Sue
have placed on the floor. Sue motions me to join their
massage of my wife.
I get onto my knees and move beside Ann, resting the palm of
my hand on the middle of her back. She feels very warm
through her thin cotton top, and the touch reminds me that
she wears no bra.
"You sound like you're feeling pretty good, Annie." I say.
"Why didn't you tell me that a massage is so relaxing?" she
murmurs. "I'm jealous that you've been getting these without
me." She moaned again with pleasure at the circular
movements of Sue's strong hands on the backs and insides of
her thighs. Ann opens her eyes and smiles at me with a kind
of dazed, sensual look.
"You told me that you only wanted my hands touching you. Sue
is pretty talented, isn't she." I state the obvious.
"Jerry is no slouch, himself." Ann responds. "He's a good
pupil, and he has wonderful hands. His hands are wasted on
the law."
Jerry's hands move past my hand, down to Ann's lower back
and onto her buttocks. This startles Ann, and she lifts her
head and shoulders and looks up at me with a questioning
look. Without a word, I smile and brush her lips with mine
and press gently on her back, and she settles back down
under Jerry's intimate caresses. He begins to knead her ass
cheeks with both hands, first one and then the other.
Ann moans loudly, "Oh, Jerry, you're a master! That feels
great. Don't stop."
I want to help, and I massage one of Ann's ass cheeks while
Jerry does the other. Our four hands are touching her ass
and her ass crack intimately through the thin fabric of her
shorts. The silk panties under her shorts allow our hands to
slip smoothly and sensuous over her buttocks and down
between her thighs. Ann opens her legs to give us better
access to her open and vulnerable crotch. I am surprised and
aroused at her sensuous response to Jerry.
Sue reaches toward me and motions me to lay beside Ann. She
straddles my thighs pressing her pubic mound into my
buttocks and begins to massage my shoulders and back. Sue's
hands slip under my T-shirt and move onto my bare skin. Ann
turns her head sideways to watch me, and I watch her and
Jerry above her. Jerry is now cupping her genitals from the
rear. Ann gasps and moans and opens legs even wider.
Sue pushes my T-shirt up around my shoulders, and I lift up
on my elbows so that she can push it off over my head. Jerry
copies Sue's move, and Ann allows him to shed her top. She
is now nude to the waist under Jerry's hands. His fingertips
trail back down brushing along the sides of Ann's small
breasts which are pressed into the soft carpet and bulge out
erotically along the side of her ribcage. Jerry presses his
face into the cloth of Ann's shorts - his nose and mouth
between her ass cheeks. He moves his head up and down
caressing her asshole and the sensitive skin between her
rectum and vagina.
Sue watches Jerry approvingly, like a teacher with an adept
student. "Turn over now," Sue whispers to me. I comply,
exposing my huge erection just under the loose sweatpants.
Sue acts as if she doesn't notice it, but Ann does, and she
smiles at me. Sue places her hands on my pecs and rotates
them smoothly around my nipples, grazing my nipples
occasionally - as if by accident - with her thumbs. My
nipples become erect.
Jerry again copies Sue and asks Ann to roll over. Ann
blushes in the candlelight as her beautiful chest is exposed
to "strangers". Sue murmurs approvingly at Ann's breasts.
Ann is pleased at the compliment, and her nipples swell in
response to the attention they are receiving. Jerry bends
over Ann and kisses each nipple - delicately, almost
chastely. Ann shudders. His kisses continue down the midline
of her soft belly, and his hands replace his lips on her
breasts. He reaches her navel. He dips his tongue into it.
Ann moans loudly. Jerry is encouraged by the sound and
pushes down on the waistband of Ann's shorts with his chin.
Ann helps by lifting her hips and pushing her shorts to her
knees with her hands. Immediately, Jerry accepts her
unspoken invitation by putting his mouth on her steaming sex
while pulling her shorts off with one hand.
I am incredibly aroused at the permission my wife has given
my best friend. I stare, fascinated, at his brown tussled
hair, his face, and Ann's light brown pubic curls pressed up
against his cheeks. His nose and mouth are obviously deep in
Ann's hairy cunt! We all can smell the musky odor of Ann's
arousal.
Almost without my realizing it, Sue's hand is releasing the
drawstring of my sweatpants and slipping into them to find
my rampant cock. Lifting my hips, I allow Sue to reveal my
excitement and push my pants down around my thighs. My
erection tingles in Sue's sure-handed grip. She has done
this before. She knows men's bodies. Her thumb gently rubs
the nerve bundle just under the head of my cock. I am so
excited, my hips buck up under her. It feels so good to have
Sue holding me.
Jerry has found Ann's clitoris with his mouth and is sucking
on it. I know that Ann will last only a few seconds under
this attention. Sure enough, her cheeks glow even brighter,
her breathing becomes loud and heavy, and then her whole
body freezes for one second as her orgasm takes her over the
top of the pleasure hill. And then she bucks and bucks and
moans and twists as she gives herself up to the intense
sensations in her groin. I grasp Ann's hand as she
experiences her climax, and she looks over to me as her
spasms subside and smiles at me with heavy lidded eyes. She
is sodden with lust.
Sue's hand is barely moving on my rigid penis, but the sight
of Ann tugs me toward a sympathetic orgasm, and my sperm
shoots out. The sudden sight of my semen startles Sue
because I had given her no warning, but she chuckles in
pleasure with me and dips a finger into one of the thick,
pearly globs on my stomach and touches her finger to her
lips.
"Looks like we did good, partner." Sue says to Jerry. "You
have real talent."
"The pleasure was really all mine, Ann." Jerry responds. "I
love getting to know you like this. And thanks to both of
you for inviting us to be with you this weekend."
Ann is very shy at her nudity now, and at the intense
emotion she has just displayed so wantonly in front of Jerry
and Sue. She sits up and kisses Jerry's cheek and says, "I
think I would like to go to bed now. It's been a long day
but a wonderful one. Come on, honey." Ann looks at me for
agreement.
I nod agreeably. "Sue and Jerry probably want to be alone
now anyway. This whole evening has kind of taken me by
surprise. Now I know what Thanksgiving is really all about.
And Ann, I don't know if I'm going to let you sleep right
away."
Ann smiles and laughs sexily, "OK, tiger, show me the way!"
Once we are in our bedroom, we make love, hotter and more
passionate then Wednesday night's loving. I came inside Ann
twice before we curl up to sleep. As I drift off, Ann is
still shuddering from her own orgasms. Next door, I can hear
Sue's cries of passion. She and Jerry must be doing just as
well as we are. The rhythmic sounds of the pounding surf
calm our pounding bodies, and we sleep until the sun awakes
us.
# # # #
Friday morning, I awake before Ann and listen dreamily to
the seductive surf sounds just outside our bedroom.
Silently, I get up and shut the bedroom door and slip back
to the king size bed. I look at Ann's nude form laying
there. Her short blonde hair, full, beautiful breasts,
smooth silky bottom and the thick, dark forest between her
legs. I begin kissing her cheek and move down to her neck.
She stirs and turns her chest into mine, brushing her tits
and nipples against me. She opens her mouth and draws mine
to it in a deep, passionate kiss. She urges me on top of
her, and my growing erection slips into her mound. I pump
slowly in and out of her as she opens her eyes and smiles at
me.
"G'morning, lover!" Ann murmurs sleepily. "I love your alarm
clock."
"We can't be too loud," I whisper as I nuzzle the downy hair
on her neck. Jerry and Sue will hear us. The walls in this
place are kind of thin."
Ann's eyes open wide in surprise, but I coax her mind back
onto what we are doing with a deep thrust inside her loins.
She bites her lip to keep from crying out as her passion
builds towards another orgasm. I feel her hips shudder, and
her vaginal muscles tighten around my penis, and I began to
concentrate on my pleasure. Ann's is obviously intense
enough, and she starts to buck. I think about how deep I am
inside her and how it might look when I come inside her.
Then, as she lets out a passionate gasp, I explode. I begin
to spurt inside her, and her vagina clasps me even more
tightly. We both shudder involuntarily as our climaxes
overtake us. After we collapse against each other, I begin
to wonder if Jerry and Sue can hear us. 'Nah, probably not.'
I think to myself. 'We are so close to the ocean that the
surf is pretty loud.'
Little do I know! Later that morning on an early beach walk,
Jerry laughs and tells me that he and Sue were listening at
our door! Such friends!
The four of us have golf reservations Friday morning at 10
am at Pacific Grove Municipal. It is a beautiful course
right on the Pacific, and I am looking forward to it. The
weather is spectacular - no morning fog and no coastal
overcast. The sun is brilliant, and the sky is clear. We are
all quiet and reserved around the breakfast table after last
night's amazing events. Sue seems the most relaxed of the
four of us. Ann and Jerry can't bear to meet each other's
eyes, and both engage Sue and I in neutral chatter so they
don't have to talk together. Sue smiles warmly at me, and
her look goes straight to my groin. I am really attracted to
her.
Golf is a great success. Jerry doesn't play too well, and
Ann is just learning, but Sue displays remarkable athletic
ability. She hits the ball well, and we all enjoy the course
and the sounds of the ocean and the barking seals sunbathing
on the rocks. Both Ann's and Sue's rear ends look very
tempting in golf slacks, and Jerry and I forget all concern
about our golf scores. After a late lunch on Fisherman's
Wharf, we get back to our rented beach house in plenty of
time for another spectacular sunset. High clouds are backlit
by the setting sun, and the colors blaze in pinks and
oranges and purples from one end of the sky to the other. Up
and down the beach, the Pajaro Dunes property owners are out
on the sands enjoying the spectacle.
We grab a bottle of cabernet and four glasses and walk down
on the beach. The day of shared fun, the beauty of this
setting and last night's intimacies are all working together
on the four of us to produce an almost hypnotic atmosphere
of closeness. Jerry sets his glass down and stands behind
Sue, embracing her as they both gaze at the sunset. Her
buttocks press back into his groin, and his hands move to
her breasts. I stand beside Jerry, and Ann leans back into
me along side of Sue. I can sense and feel, rather than see,
Sue's hand drop down and reach back for Jerry's crotch.
As the last rays of sun disappear, the four of us turn to
each other and all embrace under that spectacular multi-
colored sky. We feel particularly blest to be in that place
and time together. Sue whispers to the three of us, "There's
lots more to learn about sensuality if you're all game."
"I am!" I respond quickly. "Me too!" says Ann. "You can't
leave me out," cries Jerry and gives the three of us a
hearty squeeze. Unfortunately, it is so hearty that my wine
spills on Ann's shirt. "Let's go in now. I've got to get
this out before it stains." Ann says.
Thanksgiving, Part 2/3, (m/f/m/f, consensual)
This story was originally posted in December, 1996. If you
didn't get a chance to read it then, here it is again. I
hope that you enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoyed
writing it.
NOTE: This story is, of course, for adults only-so don't
read it if you don't think that you can be mature about it.
Reading and writing these stories should be acts of fantasy,
and I hope that you can keep your notions of real and
fantasy life separate in your mind. I know I can.
Not only have the actions described not occurred in real,
everyday life, they are not likely to occur. The characters
are fictitious and don't resemble people in my life, and
most importantly, they don't practice safe sex.
It would be very helpful for me to hear from those who read
this story. How does it make you feel? Does it help you
masturbate more joyfully? Does it increase your libido? Have
you shared it with other friends or lovers? How could it be
better for you? I promise to answer all respectful, non-
abusive E-mail notes.
Because I have grown children who use the Net, and because
my employer would not enjoy the publicity, I must keep my
identity anonymous. I am a happily married, 50 year old
male, 6' 2" and 175 lbs. I keep physically fit and enjoy sex
very much. My wife's real name is not Ann. I would be glad
to share more information if you are interested.
Thanksgiving, Part 2
Once inside, Sue lights candles and turns off all of the
electric lights. Sue dares Ann to leave her top off after
soaking it to get the stain out. Sue promises that she will
do the same. I light a DuraFlame log, and its shifting
tongues of fire cast moving shadows on the darkened walls of
the living room. The post-sunset twilight is almost gone,
and the surf is beginning to take on a white phosphorescent
hue.
Sue stuns me by appearing nude and standing over me as I
close the fireplace screen. Her breasts are amazing, and she
openly displays herself to me - turning slightly first to
one side and then the other so that I get a three
dimensional effect. Her nipples become erect under my eager
gaze, and they become really long and hard with a sort of
squared-off end. Sue must be aroused, because just behind
each of her nipples is a sort of secondary breast - an
areola, a small pink, puffy mound upon which her nipple
projects. My gaze continues down, and I see that Sue's pubic
hair is very blond and sparse, but the hairs are quite long.
The hair goes down around her cunt lips. Her labia are
visible in the firelight and appear thin and long. They seem
to be getting swollen and thick as I gaze upon them. Maybe
it's my imagination again, but Sue's outer lips are
thickening and turning from a dull pink to almost crimson-
purple.
My breathing is becoming ragged in the face of Sue's erotic
beauty. Ann slips up behind me and whispers, "You like her,
don't you. I do too. She's beautiful." Ann moves into the
firelight, and I see that she is topless, and she bends to
remove her slacks and panties.
As Ann rises, nude, in front of Jerry and Sue, I am reminded
again of her beauty. I can see Jerry and Sue's admiration in
their faces. Ann turns to me and unbuttons my shirt saying,
"You don't want to be last, do you, Tom?" Sue helps Jerry
out his clothing, and we are quickly bare-assed together in
front of the fire.
Ann pulls me over to the couch, and she leans back on it,
offering me her breasts with her hands. Jerry and Sue watch
and smile as I pleasure Ann's chest with my hands, tugging
her nipples alternately erect with my thumb and forefinger.
Ann pulls my head to her and opens her mouth to greet my
lips. I continue to massage her breasts, and she thrusts her
tongue into my mouth.
I feel a hand on my blood-engorged cock. Ann's hands are
holding my face. It must be Sue. I look back and am shocked
to see Jerry stroking my erect penis up and down. I am even
more shocked at my own feelings. I am not repulsed. I like
having my friend Jerry's intimate touch. Tugging gently on
my cock, Jerry moves my lower body over Ann and inserts me
deeply into her already wet vagina. Jerry caresses my rigid
cock shaft with his finger tips back and forth, and then I
sink all the way to the balls into Ann.
"Oooohhhh!" Ann and I moan at the same time.
Jerry and Sue exchange looks and smile. "It looks like
they're having fun." Sue says. "Let's help some more."
Sue kneels beside the couch near our hips and reaches
between my legs to caress my testicles. Jerry puts one of
his hands on my ass and slides the other between my body and
Ann's so that he can play with her breasts. Ann reaches
down to touch her own clit - her favorite way to make
herself come when we are having sex. I lift my hips a little
to accommodate her, and suddenly both Ann and Sue are
touching my genitals. Both women caress my sex, and then Ann
opens her labia to find her clit. Sue holds my balls with
her fingers while her thumb finds my anus. She inserts her
thumb to the first joint, and I moan and this unexpected
invasion.
I begin thrusting into Ann with a slow rhythm. We are both
very excited by the presence of Sue and Jerry and the touch
of their hands all over our bodies. I feel Jerry's hands
rubbing my back as I thrust. My buttocks quiver with each
stroke into Ann's cunt. Her vaginal muscles are beginning to
grip my prick like a velvet fist on each upstroke, as if she
doesn't want me to go out.
I feel Sue's mouth on the crack of my ass, kissing and
licking. Soon her tongue joins her thumb, and I feel her wet
tongue thrusting into me ever so briefly. Quickly, her
sensuous lips move down toward my balls, and she sucks each
in turn gently into the warm cavern of her mouth.
Ann and I are both breathing deeply and heavily. I match her
rhythm and know that I am close to climaxing. Jerry's
attention to Ann's breasts and my cock thrusting into her
has brought Ann to the brink also.
"I'm almost there, honey. Hang on just a second and wait for
me." Ann gasps into my ear. Jerry begins moving his kisses
toward Ann's neck, and he puts his tongue in Ann's ear. She
groans out loud and through clenched teeth says, "Here it is
now. Aaaaahhhh. It's so good!" Ann's hips buck four or five
times underneath me, and I can feel my cock throbbing inside
her clenching vagina. I release my own climax. The two of us
are jerking together with spasms.
Sue's pleasure instincts are so good! Right at the height of
my orgasm, she starts rubbing the base of my cock shaft
right behind my balls. Spurts of my white semen must be
splashing all over her vaginal walls. I think I am going to
literally explode. I see red, and gasp, "Oh God, that's
good! I love you, Ann!"
Still embedded in Ann, I rest my head on her shoulder. Jerry
rubs my back and legs, and Sue comes around to give Ann a
gentle kiss on the lips. Then Sue kisses me. Exhausted as I
am, the touch of her lips still electrifies me. Jerry sees
my reaction and bends down to kiss Ann. All four of us know
instantly that something unique is going to happen.
I roll off of Ann and sit on the floor beside the couch. Ann
lays back on the couch, her thighs wide open, and she
tousles my hair with her fingers. Her labia are thick and
swollen, just like my soft semi-hard penis.
Jerry and Sue are really hot. Tears of pre-cum are dripping
from the tip of Jerry's large cock. It bobs out in front of
him with a slightly upward tilt. It must be 9" long. They
lay on the floor in front of us, and Jerry begins to explore
Sue's vulva. The tip of her clitoris is just peeking out of
the top of her slit. They grab each other and kiss
passionately.
Jerry has Sue lean back on her elbows and spread her legs so
that the firelight illumines her vagina for us. Her sparse
blonde pubic hair goes down around her cunt lips and peters
out near her asshole. Jerry pulls her outer cunt lips away
from her cunt maybe one and a half inches, exposing her
inner lips which do not protrude much and are softly jagged
in contour.
Ann whispers to Sue, "How can you take all of Jerry? He is
so large."
Sue smiles and replies, "My vagina is pretty tight all the
time, but it is plenty deep. My G spot is especially
important to me. It is maybe an inch or so up into the canal
on the front side. Kind of right behind my clitoris. I love
to be stimulated there with either a finger or by a
carefully placed cock, and Jerry's cock is shaped just right
to hit it."
I can't believe the sudden urge I have to have Jerry's
pretty cock in my mouth. It is the first time I have seen
him erect. I also have an urge to help guide his cock into
Sue - just like he did for me and Ann. Sue bends over
Jerry's cock and begins to pleasure him. Sue's mouth
captures the head of his cock, and her lips work their way
down towards the base. Her hand cups the thick, wrinkled
skin of his hairy scrotum, rubbing his testicles to make him
moan. She engulfs his cock with her mouth and slides her
mouth up and down on his penis, making him buck his hips.
Ann and I watch, transfixed by this erotic sight. We are
wondering when he is going to spurt, but Sue stops sucking
him and draws her mouth slowly away, licking the underside
of his glans as she does so. Then Sue lays back on the shag
rug, spreading her legs to reveal the moist opening of her
sex.
I lean over and whisper to Ann, "My God, she is gorgeous and
desirable!"
Ann replies, "I've never really thought about another
woman's body until today. Sue's beauty is so sensuous and
stunning. I can't believe I'm getting wet just thinking
about her."
"I understand what you're feeling. I'm having some of the
same erotic thoughts about Jerry." I tell her and kiss her
warmly just as Jerry buries his face into Sue's pelt.
Jerry buries his nose between Sue's swollen labia and licks
his girlfriend deep inside her sex, stroking Sue's clitoris
with his thumb and probing her tiny asshole with his finger.
Sue begins to buck like mad, and then she has a vigorous
climax, showering Jerry's face with her cum. She is gasping
his name, begging him to screw her. As Jerry mounts her, my
hand slips down to Ann's juicy cunt. Two of my fingers enter
her as Jerry's cock penetrates Sue's tight vagina. He holds
himself above her with his strong, muscular arms. His
buttocks bunch with the strain, and his pelvis thrusts down
and back firmly and aggressively as he screws Sue.
Ann rotates her hip toward me and moves against my hand as
we watch Jerry's penis glisten in the firelight. His cock is
long and hard and wet with Sue's juices, sliding in and out
of her wet, blonde forest of hair. Her ass thrusts against
him, and her breasts shake every time his balls impact her
groin. My cock grows hard against Ann's thigh as we watch
them. Her hand comes down to caress me as I thrust lightly
against her flesh. I continue massaging her vagina and clit
while my friends make love on the carpet before us.
Now, Jerry and Sue are thrusting at each other in a frenzy
of passion. The sounds of their love are loud - skin
slapping wetly on skin, grunting and moaning. The smell of
an aroused cunt permeates the whole room. I don't know
whether I am smelling Sue or Ann. Sue's climax is upon her.
She is under Jerry, and her tight vagina is clasping his
erection like a vice. Her moans and cries become a deep
sensual purr. Jerry's scrotum tightens, and his balls are
pulled up under his cock. The tip of his dick burns deep
inside Sue, and finally, he lets out a loud growl of
unbearable pleasure and spurts all over the walls of Sue's
pleasure cave. His hips and buttocks jerk with each of
several spasms. The spasms occur further apart, and with one
final convulsion, Jerry's full weight sags down for a second
on Sue's sweaty body. She bears his weight easily until
Jerry pulls out and rolls to her side, nuzzling her neck in
gratitude. Even limp, Jerry's cock is unusually long and
lays floppily across Sue's thigh. She pats his cock like a
good friend and hugs Jerry.
I am no longer masturbating Ann with my fingers and am
holding her against me as she recovers from her own orgasm.
She came when Jerry did, but her hips and thighs and sex are
still quivering with passion. When she finally catches her
breath, she gasps, "My whole body is quivering. I've never
been so high with sex! Being with you guys is incredible!"
Jerry's stomach rumbles noisily and breaks our exhausted
silence, and he volunteers to go out to the kitchen for some
turkey leftovers. We all realize we haven't eaten anything
since we were at Fisherman's Wharf in the late afternoon.
Ann offers to help Jerry - her shyness about being naked in
front us is apparently gone. Maybe it is the luxuriously
sensual mood we are all in. It feels like there is
permission for anything as long as it is not harmful.
Anyway, Ann's nude form sways gracefully as she rises to
follow Jerry into the kitchen.
Sue and I watch her rear end as she rounds the corner into
the next room. When she is gone, we smile at each other
comfortably as we relax by the fireplace. I recall that this
house has an outdoor hot tub on the front patio overlooking
the surf. Without clothing, I step through the sliding glass
doors and turn the heater on. The instructions left by the
owners promise that the water will heat up in 20 minutes.
Sue loves the thought of the hot tub. She tells me, "It gets
me completely hot and bothered, and I usually find myself
reading erotic stories in the Jacuzzi with a hot jet of
water pulsating over my cunt." That image started tingling
sensations in my groin, and I reach over to caress Sue's
back. She is lying prone on the carpet. My hands travel down
her back to her buttocks.
Sue murmurs, "I love to be massaged, especially my ass
cheeks and my feet. It's such a sensuous feeling." The food
isn't ready yet so I straddle Sue's legs and begin to knead
her asscheeks. Her ass is pretty tight, and I grip and twist
her buttocks as if I were making bread. Occasionally, my
thumbs stray into her crack and brush the sparse blonde
hairs around her rectum. Each time I do this, Sue shivers
and moans.
Sue, by her own example, is teaching all of us so much about
sensuality. Spreading her legs, I kneel between them with
Sue's knees on either side of me. The bottom of her vulva
and her anus just above wink and glisten at me in the
firelight. Her smell surrounds me. My hands work down her
thighs, to her calves, to her feet. I massage her feet one
at a time, slipping my fingers in between her toes, rubbing
the bottom of her arch with my thumb. She has high arches.
Turning my attention back to Sue's lovely ass, I lean
forward and run both hands up her inner thighs until my
fingers are just brushing her pubic hair but not quite
touching her labia. I am aware that Jerry and Ann have
returned with food and wine and are silently watching my
massage of Sue. Ann nods at me and smiles. I grasp Sue's sex
with my hand and let my middle finger slide through her damp
pubic hair and slip between her labia. Bending over her, I
kiss her asscheek and tease her clitoris fleetingly with the
tip of my middle finger. Slapping her butt gently with my
other hand, I say, "Let's eat!"
Sue laughs and rolls over enjoying the tease, but we are all
hungry. We each make our own cold turkey sandwiches with
cranberry sauce and all of the trimmings. Ann has zapped the
turkey dressing to heat it, and Jerry has opened a bottle of
merlot for us. Ah, the good things!
My hunger is subsiding after two turkey sandwiches, and I
notice the steam rising from the hot tub out on the front
patio. "Looks like our communal bath is ready," I announce.
I lead the way and dip a toe into the water. Must be close
to 100 degrees.
I ease into the tub gingerly - "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh," I sigh.
Ann and Sue and Jerry follow eagerly, and soon, all of us
are luxuriating in the hot bath, and each of us has found a
jet to massage our butt and lower back. The tub is small,
and the four of us fill it. Our knees touch each other, but
we are not sure who is touching who. So everyone explores
and touches everyone. Our nudity no longer seems daring -
just natural. I rub my groin and ass and armpits and feel
squeaky clean. Then I try to rub Ann's groin, but she
giggles and pulls away. We are feeling pretty mellow.
The sky is unusually clear for the coast at this time of
year. It is about 1030 pm, and there is no moon so the stars
are brilliant. We help each other pick out the different
constellations. The Milky Way splashes gaudily across the
whole sky. Down the beach to the south we can see the glow
of the Monterey Peninsula lights. Just to the north is the
glow of the City of Santa Cruz. In between is the continuous
line of rolling surf - white phosphorescent in the dark.
After about 20 minutes, conversation slows and stops, and we
are all feeling warm and sleepy. Jerry is first out of the
tub, and his long, soft cock swings and drips as the hot
water cascades off of his nude body. Once outside the hot
tub, his flesh puts out steam into the starlight. Jerry says
he is bushed and ready for bed. We all silently agree, and
very shortly the house lights are off, and we are all in
bed. Ann and I crash into our king bed without bothering to
shut the door or put on sleepwear. Surf sounds lull us to
sleep.
Thanksgiving, Part 3
Something warm is nuzzling my groin. Something wet and hot
engulfs my cockhead. I pretend to sleep but am instantly
aware that Ann is giving me a wake-up present on this lovely
Saturday morning at the beach. I hold her head gently in my
hands as she services me. My usual morning hard-on fills her
mouth.
"Oh, Ann. It feels so good... " I mutter in a sleepy voice.
My appreciation stimulates her, and her head moves up and
down faster. She sucks and licks more vigorously. My hips
start to buck involuntarily, and a few seconds later, I come
in her mouth. She drains me and squeezes out the last drops.
My orgasm leaves a light sheen of sweat on my chest and
belly, and I lay back limp - my eyes open and my body
satiated. The good things never end!
Ann crawls up to give my lips a morning kiss - a sloppy, wet
one this morning, and I taste myself. She says, "Your cock
and balls are so clean from the hot tub that I wanted to
suck you off. Without that pungent male odor that your
crotch usually has, your cum has a slightly different
flavor. I like it."
"Thanks for the kiss and for the morning relief, darling." I
reply. "God - Now I've got to piss like a race horse!" I get
up bare-ass to go to the bathroom and notice Sue and Jerry
grinning in the doorway. They have been watching us the
whole time. I blush deeply and grin.
"You guys put on quite a show so early in the morning,"
Jerry says. "What else is on the agenda for today?"
"How about a walk on the beach before coffee? The tide is
low, and we can chase sand pipers and look for sand dollars.
Then we can have lunch in Carmel By The Sea and visit some
of the shops." That plan is enthusiastically endorsed by Sue
and Ann, and we all begin to throw on some clothes. We don't
need much because there is still no fog, and the sun is out
and warming up the beach already.
Carmel is fun, but expensive. Lunch is pretty fancy for us,
but we enjoy it for a change. Afterward, we split up with
Jerry and me looking for men's stuff. Sue and Ann say that
they will cover everything else. Jerry and I stop for a
beer, and Jerry talks a lot about feeling the pressure in
his law firm for billable hours. Working as an attorney is
different than he thought it would be when he was at U. C.
Berkeley's School of Law. He would like to start his own law
practice but feels that he hasn't established the contacts
yet.
I tell Jerry about being a reporter and confess that I would
really like to be writing a novel. The grind for "printable"
news is relentless, and I have a very different idea than my
editor about what is "printable copy". But I have two kids
to raise, and I need the money. We both promise each other
that we will strive harder to "Do It Now!" and then continue
to meander through Carmel's quaint, picturesque streets.
Jerry ends up buying a Genuine Stetson straw hat for $50,
and I settle on a carving of a mother grey whale with her
calf on her back. Ann brings back a sweater and a book on
The Art of Massage that Sue recommended. Sue has three
charcoal sketches of women of different ages. She says that
they caught her eye and remind her of her mother and
herself.
Plunking our booty in the trunk of the car, we make tracks
back to our special beach house for our last night together.
We want to get there before sunset and just make it by 5 pm.
By the time we get our wine out to the sand, the sun is
already a huge orange orb, and the light is reflecting pink
and purple. There is a breeze, and we get sweaters and hike
together 2 or 3 miles down the beach to where the Pajaro
River enters the Pacific just above Moss Landing. The brisk
walk in the salt air is refreshing.
# # # #
Back in our snug and now familiar beach house, I light the
last DuraFlame log, and we cluster on the floor by the
fireplace. This is a magic piece of carpet for the four of
us after last night. As we relax, we talk about the day and
then about our feelings for each other. The atmosphere
definitely gets charged when Ann starts talking about how
beautiful it was last night watching Sue's and Jerry's
bodies and seeing them make love. Ann confesses how
attracted she is to Sue and how surprised and confused she
is by that attraction.
"It seems so strange to be over 30 years old and thinking
about being intimate with another woman for the first time."
Ann admits.
Sue says she feels the same way about Ann and thanks her for
the compliments. Sue leans across my lap to Ann and kisses
her gently, tentatively on the mouth. Ann hesitates for just
an instant and then opens her mouth to receive Sue's tongue.
Ann's face is flushed, and I can't tell whether it is from
arousal or embarrassment - or both. Feeling their instant
passion, I slip out from between them and leave the two
women to begin to explore their new world.
Jerry and I are tremendously excited by seeing Ann and Sue
pressing their bodies into one another and disrobing. We
begin pleasuring ourselves and expose our already erect
cocks. We stroke ourselves in the manner we each had
developed from long habit and years of masturbatory
practice. I am awed by the full length of Jerry's hard cock
and imagine my hand squeezing him.
Our eyes turn to Ann's breasts because Sue has exposed them
to the firelight, and her mouth clamps fiercely down on the
nearest one. Sue acts like a thirsty suckling at her
mother's teat, and Ann moans aloud. "Let's get these off,"
Ann mutters, and both women separate for a few seconds and
hurriedly strip off their clothing, including shoes and
socks. Our eyes are riveted on their completely nude bodies.
Ann sucks on Sue's slightly larger breasts until Sue's
nipples lengthen and darken in color with their flat tips -
like pencil erasers. Ann doesn't stop here but proceeds to
kiss and lick her way down to Sue's pubic hair. She nuzzles
it and smells Sue's strong, musky odor. Sue opens her thighs
to give Ann better access, and her odor reaches Jerry and
me. Ann's tongue is impatient, and she quickly pushes
through Sue's labia and finds her clitoris. Ann licks
circles around it with the tip of her tongue, teasing it,
not quite touching it.
Sue grimaces and shows clenched teeth. She grunts, "Do it to
me there, Ann. I need it now. Suck me off." Sue lays back on
the carpet now with knees up and thighs wide spread. She
displays her sex to all of us. Ann plunges her middle finger
into Sue's vagina. Sue is sopping wet. Ann adds two more
fingers and licks Sue's clit as she thrusts. "Where did you
learn this, Ann?" Sue gasps. "It is so good - so wonderful.
I love it."
"I'm just doing what I would like you to do to me," Ann
mumbles around a mouthful of Sue's redolent twat. Sue is now
pumping her hips against my wife's face. I am transfixed by
the shocking eroticism of the two women.
Jerry and I both are dripping pre-cum by now as we stroke
our swollen cocks. I discard caution and gently reach out
and put my hand around Jerry's long, thin cock. I had held
him briefly last night when I guided him into Sue, but this
time was for me, I admit to myself. I am finally stroking
another man's cock from base to tip. Jerry lays back
enjoying my caress. With my thumb, I smear his tears of pre-
cum around the head of his weeping cock. I reach over with
my other hand and cup the hairy, wrinkled thick skin of his
scrotum and feel his testicles trapped inside. I stroke him
more rapidly up and down, and he moans that I am doing good.
I start to spit on my hand for lubrication, and then in the
instant decide to take a more direct approach. I lean my
mouth toward Jerry's quivering prick. Sue and Ann turn to
watch me suck cock for the first time. I tease Jerry and
them by licking his balls until the scrotum skin tightens
and then the base of his cock. Then I lick up and down the
shaft and all around the head. I touch the tip of his cock
with the tip of my tongue, tasting him.
"Suck me, please suck me now," Jerry murmured impatiently.
This is it! I swallow the first six inches of Jerry's cock,
and it hits the back of my throat. Jerry tries to pump
further into me. I can't believe I've got my best friend's
cock in my mouth. I want him to feel good. I begin to pump
his shaft with my fist and suck passionately on the flared
glans - paying special attention with the tip of my tongue
to that sensitive nerve bundle just behind the head that
feels so good on me.
"Oh, yesssssss!" Jerry cries. He holds my head against his
groin with his hands and watches Sue and Ann. Sue is bucking
frantically with Ann's face buried in her muff, and I know
she is just about to climax or has already started. Jerry's
own orgasm overtakes him, and everything is blotted out. His
cock swells up in my mouth, and his balls tighten up
further. He spurts stream after stream of warm semen into my
mouth. The taste is bland and a little salty - not
disgusting at all. I suck all of him up until I feel him
softening in my mouth. I keep licking him until he is too
tender and begs me to stop. I chuckle and am gleeful that I
have been able to give Jerry this much pleasure.
Ann is lapping Sue's wet cunt after her orgasm. Sue twists
around so that she can get to Ann's sex at the same time.
She kneels over Ann on her elbows and knees and plunges her
tongue into Ann. At the same time, she grasps Ann's ass
cheeks and probes her anus with her middle finger. Ann is
very quick and has a small orgasm almost immediately. "Don't
stop!" she gasps. "I'm going to come again." Sue presses her
face into Ann's vagina, and Ann has another orgasm. This is
a violent one, and she freezes up rigidly as she goes over
the edge, and then she bucks powerfully against her lover
seven or eight times. It goes on for over a minute.
Both women are licking and grooming each other. Then they
sit up and kiss tenderly and lean back against the couch.
Their faces are blissful. They smile at each other and at us
with lidded eyes.
"Tom hasn't come yet," says Jerry.
"We'll fix that in a hurry," Sue replies with a laugh.
"Here, let me have that pretty cock. Oh, so thick and hard."
Sue swallows all of it, grasping my balls at the same time.
I am kneeling in front of Sue, who is sitting on the floor,
and she is sucking me off expertly. Jerry crawls over behind
me and starts to lick the crack of my ass. Soon his tongue
is on my asshole and is poking inside. Ann gets up on the
couch and kisses me passionately, thrusting her tongue into
my mouth. I am overwhelmed with the caring of my wife and
friends and with the sensations they are giving me. I am
drowning in pleasure, and within 30 seconds I am spurting
semen around the inside of Sue's mouth like a fire hose.
Sue swallows every drop, leans back and looks up at me, "I'm
hungry, Tom. That was just an appetizer. I think I'm ready
for a bottle of wine and some more turkey leftovers." For
emphasis, she tugs gently on my rapidly softening cock.
The turkey leftovers drill goes pretty quickly the second
time around. We are veterans, and besides, the turkey and
trimmings are almost gone. Sue is the hungriest. The rest of
us just nibble, eat cheese and crackers and sip a pinot
noir.
Feeling Sue's mouth on my cock for a few moments brings back
all of my fantasies about her. I have been making it with
her in my imagination since I first saw her on the beach
Thursday. She is sipping her wine and leaning on the couch
as I coax her to spread her legs. Soon I am oblivious to all
else as I grab her ass and pull my face into her hairy, wet
cunt. Jerry sees me make my move and seizes the opportunity
to make love to Ann. I think Ann has been hoping that this
would happen ever since she saw Jerry's long, thin penis.
Sue accepts my clumsy advances willingly, and she groans as
I eat her aroused, sticky vagina. She opens herself wide and
slides her cunt down to meet my face, and I grab her ass in
both hands and pull her to me. My tongue plunges into her,
and she twists her hips to let me get even deeper. I feel
like her vagina is sucking on my tongue. Her love tunnel is
tight and narrow, and my tongue fills it.
Sue wants me in her now! She pulls me up by the armpits and
grasps my cock. Deftly she pulls my chest to hers with one
arm and slips my penis into her cunt with the other. I am
hard, and she is wet, and I go in to the hilt in one smooth
stroke. Sue's body accepts my invasion, "Unnnggghhh!" she
groans as I slide deeply into her. My cock feels like an
iron bar. Sue's vagina milks me and grips me and refuses to
let me withdraw. When I pull out of her and attempt to
return, her grip on my cock makes me feel like I am forcing
my way into a virgin. For me, Sue's acceptance is the peak
moment of the weekend, culminating all she has taught us and
all we have learned together.
Ann and Jerry are on the floor beside us - Ann squatting
over Jerry's groin. She grasps his cock and slowly lowers
herself onto it. Then she rocks side to side to completely
impale herself on it. Jerry is thrusting involuntarily and
gasping at Ann's aggressive eroticism. As she moves up and
down on his cock, Jerry massages her breasts. Her smaller
left breast is almost completely covered by his hand.
Watching Ann and Jerry distracts me from the sensations that
Sue's pussy is providing for me and allows me to last a
little longer. I am sweating and already about to burst deep
in Sue.
Sue senses my impending orgasm and my control ebbing, and
she gently disconnects and turns to present her ass to me as
she lays her head and breasts on the couch. Reaching back
between her legs, she grasps my erection and guides me back
into her hot vagina from the rear. It is a new feeling, and
I gain a small measure of control. Sue tells me that in this
position, my thrusts will hit her G spot and give her the
best orgasm. My hands rest on her butt, and I thrust deeply
into her. Sue bows her head and backs into me to make the
penetration deeper. My thumb grazes her anus and probes this
virgin territory gently.
Somehow Ann has been able take all of Jerry into her. He is
gritting his teeth trying to hold on for a few more seconds.
Ann is rubbing her clit furiously as she squats on Jerry's
cock. Suddenly she goes over the edge grunting, "Now, lover,
I'm coming now. Let me have your juices now, Jerry." She
feels Jerry spurting streams of semen into her hot sex and
cries out, "Oh, you're coming. I can feel you inside me." I
watch my wife take her new lover, and enjoy seeing her
pleasure herself with such a large cock. I don't think I
would feel this way if Jerry weren't my best friend.
Sue's vagina is grasping me more tightly, and seeing my
wife's orgasm sends me to the edge. "Do my clit now, Tom."
Sue gasps. "Do my clit right now, and I'll come like a
rocket." I reach around her thigh and place my fingers on
her pussy. I can feel my prick pushing in and out of her.
It's not hitting her clit because I am coming into her from
behind. With my fingers, I dip into the front of her vagina
and smear her own juices up onto her clitoris. Then I stroke
it up and down like crazy.
"Aaaiiieeeeeeee!" Sue screams. "It's so good. Don't stop
moving, Tom! Oh God, Tom. God it feels so good. Oh, Tom,
fuck me. Make love to me. Oh, yes!" Sue bucks back against
me and twists her pelvis as she grips my penis with a vice
grip. She shudders once, twice, three times... and finally a
fourth and last time. These spasms take over her entire
body.
I begin plunging into Sue's vagina now with so much force
that my balls slap against her hairy pubic mound repeatedly.
Just he thought of screwing this vision of sensuality is
enough to bring on a terrific climax. I know that Ann is
watching me with this wonderful woman in the most intimate
way. My hips move faster and faster, and I feel a storm of
energy. It's happening. I'm there, and my cock is blasting
sperm into Sue's vagina from the rear. I feel like my
insides are squirting out. It's over. I'm exhausted, and I
lean down against Sue's back and hug her to me with my hands
on her breasts.
Ann reaches out to catch my limp penis as it flops out of
Sue. She uses it as a handle to pull me over to lay beside
her, and she kisses me and nibbles on my ear as she whispers
that she loves me. Sue and Jerry have found each other also.
The four of us laying in front of the dying fire make a
stunning tableau. Ann and I would have said a week ago that
this could never happen to us - that we would never swap
partners - never join eagerly in a foursome. Yet all of that
has occurred in the last three days.
We are all too exhausted to sort it all out. Jerry and Sue
have to leave early on Sunday. It is time for bed - no one
even wants to use the hot tub. Each of us takes the time to
kiss and hug each of the other three. And then it's
goodnight.
# # # #
Epilogue
Thanksgiving at Pajaro Dunes happened 13 years ago. We
haven't seen Jerry and Sue since that time. Jerry married
Sue and moved to the East Coast. The two of them are both
"free spirits", and they divorced after a couple of years.
Jerry and I haven't done the backpack trips either -
crossing the continent was just too far to go. We do keep up
with them through Christmas cards and occasional letters,
and we promise each other to visit, but we never do.
Jerry now practices law as a sole practitioner and is doing
quite well in a tough economic market. He does personal
injury work, and his last Christmas letter told me that he
had just settled a spilled coffee case for over $4 million.
He re-married and started a family with a woman who worked
for his firm and was 10 years younger than him.
Sue never re-married and moved to New Hampshire. She writes
terrific erotic stories on the alt.sex.stories newsgroup and
uses the handle "SueNH". She loves her little red Miatta
convertible sports car.
Ann and I learned a lot about ourselves during that unique
weekend in 1982. Labels like hetero and homo-sexual have
lost a lot of meaning for me. We are all simply sexual, and
sensuality is as vital to us as fresh air. Our bodies are
not as trim as they were then, but our sensuality is more
delicious than ever. For that, we offer the most profound
thanksgiving.
The End