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Article 19 of 51
Subject: FLORIDA HEAT 6/8
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 1996/11/11
Message-Id: <5685h4$i5l@sjx-ixn7.ix.netcom.com>
Organization: Netcom
X-Netcom-Date: Mon Nov 11 1:23:48 PM PST 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
"PASSION'S PEAK"
By ELLEN
A development company recently contracted Bill
for an engineering consulting job in the Carolinas. I usually
don't go with Bill on his business trips, but because he would
be gone for 3 weeks, I accompanied him. The firm's architect,
Fred, and his wife, Linda, who were leaving on vacation, let us
stay in their home.
We'd met them the previous evening, just before
they drove to the airport. Fred insisted, "We don't mind you
using our home. There isn't another house within a mile, so
we're glad to have someone look after the property!" Fred's a
personable, balding man in his forties. His wife, Linda, a
secretary for a local banker, is in her late twenties, trim and
attractive.
Perched atop a high mountain, the home overlooks
expanses of forested mountains and the distant town where Bill
would be working. Even if we'd tried, we couldn't have found a
hotel room with this exquisite a view.
An hour after Bill had left for work the next
morning, I awoke, lifting my robe from a chair. In my
transparent nightgown, I walked to the kitchen. I heated a cup
of diet hot chocolate, draped the robe over my lap and sat on
the couch as I gazed out the broad window. The sun's crimson
rays rippled through puffs of clouds, above a sea of fog
extending almost to the mountain's peak.
Hearing an engine humming up the winding unpaved
road toward the home, I slipped on the crimson satin robe. I
peered through the front door's glass. A blond, lean and
muscular six footer, d white slacks, climbed from the jeep,
reached for his briefcase, and strode toward the house. He
knocked, then boomed, "Linda? Fred?"
I tied the robe's belt, opened the door, and
smiled, "I'm Ellen. Linda and Fred left on vacation. My husband
and I their 'official' house-sitters."
Frustrated, he apologized, "Sorry. My name's
Jack; I'm a vice president at the bank. Linda's my secretary. I
was hoping I'd get here before they left. I'd told her that it
would be a couple of months before I'd need some documents she's
been working on at home. I received a call this morning from a
bank customer that the deal's going through on Friday, so I
hoped I'd catch Linda before she and Fred left." His voice was
slow and modulated, a trace of a southern accent. He was,
well...handsome.
"Come in," I offered. Closing the door behind
him, I suggested, "Perhaps we can find the papers." He thanked
me, and we located the papers within minutes on the architect's
desk, alongside an electric typewriter.
He flipped through the file folder, saying,
"Just like Linda! The work's finished. Letter perfect, research
and all! She's the world's greatest secretary!"
"Nice compliment," I commented, glancing to his
gold wedding to my half-filled cup, asking, "You like hot
chocolate?"
Nodding affirmatively, he laughed, "I don't need
to get to work so early anyway, since the work's finished."
As we talked on the couch, I explained why Bill
wasn't home. Jack's blue eyes grazed my body. I glanced to a
mirror atop a bookcase, seeing that my robe was open, exposing a
generous portion of my breasts through the transparent
nightgown. Pretending I hadn't notice his stare, I walked to
the kitchen to fill a pitcher of chocolate as a frightful
drumbeat fluttered within my breast. I sat alongside him as I
poured, my legs bent beneath me.
I appraised Jack's perfectly healthy complexion,
not tanned but palely reddish. His eyes glinted, gazing now and
then to the robe's open neck. We fell silent. Trembling, I
licked the dryness of my lips. His hand brushed mine. My lips
parted as he leaned to kiss me. My tremoring arms encircled his
neck as his lips crushed mine. I whimpered. His hands were now
beneath the robe, caressing my heaving breasts. My nipples were
standing out like spikes. He stood, pressing my body to his,
his long hardness throbbing against my groin and thigh.
The telephone rang! I pulled away, lifting the
receiver, and gulped, "VanRyser's residence." Jack's lips had
enveloped a firm, It was Bill. "I'm in a bind, Ellen. I need
some records from a downtown law office, and the lawyers don't
have a messenger. No one else is here. I was wondering if you
could do it for me?"
My voice quaking, I responded, "Just tell me
where and how." I started to say playfully that he could sure
pick some great times to call me, but I didn't want Bill to
think I was complaining about the favor he was requesting.
Anyway I doubted that Jack would have believed me, had I told
him I had my husband's approval. Hanging up, I suggested to
Jack, "Are you free tonight?"
He was stunned, a bit nervous, so I lied,
"Bill's leaving for Florida early this afternoon. I'm alone for
the evening."
He smiled. His wife was in Toronto for a club
convention, he told me, adding, "What time?"
When I arrived at the developer's office, I told
Bill what had happened.
At 7:30 that night, Bill was relaxing in a patio
folding chair in the master bedroom's walk-in closet. I was
sitting on the couch, attired in a white satin dress, slit to
the thigh, pretending to read an Architect's Digest while I
awaited Jack's arrival. I was too nervous to read. A feeling
like fear grips my stomach when I feel aroused. My breath was
huffing like a toy train.
The doorbell clanged.
A 15-mile-an-hour wind was blowing through the
foyer as I held the door open for Jack. At 5'8", I was only 4
inches shorter than Jack, but the red western boots beneath his
dress gray jeans added 2 inches to his tall figure. He stepped
in from the darkness, kissing me as he pushed the door closed
behind him. Handing me a bottle of champagne, he breathed,
"You're beautiful." Smiling, I took his sheep-collared waist
jacket, hung it in the entryway's closet, then turned on
trembling knees to retrieve a couple of wine glasses. His blue
western-style shirt was tailored like a glove. Handing him the
frosted glass, I remarked, "You changed clothes."
He nodded affirmatively. "Uh huh. Showered,
shaved, et cetera. Had to do something to calm my nerves
tonight."
I'd clicked on the stereo and turned off all but
the decorative red-bulbed dining room chandelier, bathing the
room in a soft crimson glow. A slow melody was drifting from the
room's four speakers. He beckoned me to dance.
My legs were shaking, my breasts heaving in
desire. My slender body seemed particularly small and vulnerable
as I leaned my head against his chest. Jack's fingers stroked my
shoulder length black hair, his lips tracing a senuous path down
my neck oft fullness of my breasts. His manhood was growing in
the tight slacks, throbbing against my groin and thigh, as his
hips pressed mine. My tremoring body was now as pliant as putty,
my heart pounding so hard I couldn't breathe. The song ended. I
trembled as he swept me up to carry me down the long hallway to
the master bedroom. Joyous tears pooled in my eyes.
I'd forgotten Bill who was watching from the
closet, only a dozen feet from the bed where I lay in the
dimness. I moaned beneath the tall form standing above me. Jack
removed my shoes, then my red satin belt, unwrapping the dress
to find I wore nothing beneath. He was staring at my breasts, my
stomach, my shaved mound, as he popped loose the snaps of his
western shirt. His slacks slid down his hips.
I gasped! His engorged manhood burst free,
curving up more than a foot from a patch of thick dark hair.
"Oh, my GOD!" I muttered, fearfully, my eyes wide. Although I
was having second thoughts, I pulled his hips near. He knelt
alongside the bed. My quivering lips parted. My mouth enwrapped
his cock, gliding along the frightening length.
My eyes rolled up to look at him. His eyes were
glazed with lust as he disengaged and lay alongside me.
I glanced to the closet door Bill had left ajar.
Unable to would now be feeling my own mad desire, pumping - as
he always did while watching - his hardened cock in the closet's
darkness. I closed my eyes, relishing Jack's gentle hands
exploring the soft curves of my body. My nipples tingled as his
lips closed around a hard, reddened spike. Impassioned fear
churned within my stomach; I pursed my lips, hissing in desire,
as his tongue twisted a winding path to my shaved mound. I
thrust my hips to his face, grinding my cunt against his mouth,
my heart pounding a wanton drumbeat as his tongue twirled over
my clitoris. I wailed at the thrills rippling through me like an
electric current coursing across a thunder-laden sky. Clasping
my thighs around his ears, I dug my heels into his back as fiery
explosions blossomed within my pussy. Tears of joy streaked
along my cheeks like rivulets of rain on a jetliner's windows.
I pulled him above me until his knees were
straddling my breasts. He braced his arms against the headboard
above me. My lips stretched widely as I took his rubbery monster
in my mouth. My head bobbed as my tongue slurped along its
length. Now, beyond lust, I was WORSHIPING this broad, purplish
cock thrusting down the moistness of my throat. His instrument
hammered into my mouth until my passion was unbearable; my voice
muffled by his wide lease, Jack, I WANT you! I can't WAIT any
longer!"
My hips gyrated expectantly. My long legs now
opened eagerly to accept his huge curving cock floating toward
the lips of my vagina. I shivered; realizing that his manhood
was much longer and broader than any I'd ever encountered, I
whimpered with fright as he pushed past my cuntal folds.
He was splitting me apart! I screamed softly.
Shocks rippled through my groin as he pressed on, my vaginal
walls expanding incredibly for this giant tool. Yet I'd rather
have died than have him stop now. Red coals of passion smoldered
in my vagina. I loved every inch of this massive freight train
slowly puffing into my smoking tunnel.
Jack was clearly aware of the difficulty,
although I was crying as much in pleasure as in pain. Finally,
he was as far into my gushing depths as he could push. My pain
disappeared, replaced by blinding rapture. He rode me with a
fury, my cunt now burning in our forbidden fires. My legs
enveloped his hardened torso, my shaved mound quivering up to
match every steaming thrust.
In the stunning thrills of fucking Jack, I'd
forgotten Bill; but as I thrashed my head side to side, I
glimpsed my husband's nude form step from the closet to watch
Jack's magnificent weapon ng cunt. Logic and will abandoned me;
I was far too lost in this hurricane of passion to acknowledge
my husband by smiling at him as I normally would while he pumped
his engorged cock.
The emblazoned yolks of Jack's eyes rolled as he
plunged into me. I opened my mouth widely as if this would
somehow expand my cunt further to accept Jack's final inches.
Bill jaw was sagging as he pumped his full
length in a fury. Jack's body and mine pulsated with a
radiance. Our explosion was imminent. Bill's intense stare told
me that his mind and Jack's were now one.
I cried out as Jack's flames united with mine
into a blazing inferno; we shuddered with each thrust, our eyes
glazing, craving the ultimate gratification - release from this
overwhelming passion.
I mewed, "Oh, FUCK me, Jack! FUCK ME-E-E-E-E!"
Raging tides of passion coursed through my body. Delerious, I
screamed,"Oh! God help me, Jack! I LOVE you, Jack! I
LO-O-O-O-VE YOU!" I loved him, loved in adultery, uniting in
flesh that which was already in our minds and souls. And then!
OH GOD! It happened in a blinding flash! We were coming in
thunderous waves. Our orgasms burst in a super-nova of pleasure,
raging through my creaming cuntal walls. My mind was exploding
with fiery fragments that spider-legged like a billion oss the
evening skies.
Jack's lips grazed my breasts in the blissful
after-glow of our adultery, our arms entertwined for an
eternity of a half minute. As I fluttered to earth, I remembered
Bill. I looked over Jack's shoulder. My husband had returned to
the closet and closed the door.
I smiled. Now, because of my unquenchable desire
for the largest male member I'd ever known, my husband would
have to remain there until morning. Jack would be mine for the
night! Our journey into passion has just begun.
Jack forced me to turn. My knees sunk into the
red satin sheets like coconuts into quicksand, my hands braced
against the wall above our headboard. His large hands grasped my
hips. The yolks of my eyes rolled madly as his massive member
was entering my vagina from the rear. I moaned. My husband was
now in the closet, hearing all but unable to see us.
I turned to look back, awed by Jack's huge cock.
My pursed lips formed an "oh" as I watched the instrument
pushing deeply into my excitedly-lubricated cunt. I spread my
knees ever wider as the length and breadth filled me. Sobbing in
desire, I reached to caress his member behind me, my hand
tremoring. He slowly thrust into me until I was whimpering with
pleasure, "I LOVE you, !" I sucked in my breath at the stunning
sensations. I stared as he fucked into my depths, my lips parted
in wonder. We shared a sigh. I couldn't tear my eyes from his
cock, which was now bulging at its base, in an impending
explosion, as he groaned, his hips rolling and shuddering.
I gasped! Jack's firm manhood was expanding to
an incredible size with the onrushing tidal wave of a massive
orgasm. My clitoris fluttered unbearably as if to tell me we
were to be coming together in a mind boggling finale! My back
arched expectantly, my fingers digging into his hips behind me.
I wailed, a long, modulated shreik of passion.
And then, we were exploding in rapture! Crying
with wild abandon, I tremored like a tree in an earthquake. His
warm semen burst through my channel, the creamy fluid
splattering my inner walls, washing over his cock, which was now
erupting with a volcanic flow of steaming lava. I was sobbing,
spinning, in a thrilling roller coaster ride down pleasure's
glowing corridor.
We fluttered back to earth, collapsing in
gratification. His fingers stroked the small of my back as he
whispered, "You're beautiful, you know."
"Thank you," I responded softly, turning to him.
"So are you." I stroked his cock, now soft and pliable,
glistening beneath the moonlight that filtered through the
transparent We showered in the orange glow of the bathroom's dim
lighting. I was on my knees, pleasuring him with my lips until
his magnificent manhood was curving up like a Turkish sceptre.
Pulling me to my feet, he forced my back to the red-tiled wall,
pushing my legs apart. I struggled half-heartedly, even now
afraid of his length and breadth, as the water pounded my face.
Turning my head away from the shower's storm as he entered me, I
shut my eyes, whimpering. My hands pressed against the shower
walls in helpless abandon. Steam was rolling around the warm air
of the shower like ocean spray in a Florida hurricane. As I
thrashed beneath him, I banged my head against the shower door,
causing its glass to shudder. My cuntal muscles were in spasm
from his godawful size!
I loved him but feared him. "GOD!" I screamed as
Jack's weapon slithered mercilessly through my depths, "Drive it
INTO me, Jack! Your cock is KILLING me! FUCK me, Jack! Oh, GOD!
You're splitting me APART!" I wrapped my legs around his hips,
fucking back against him. He pressed my back to the floor as I
cried out in passion. In the steam, his face was now
unrecognizable, as if I were being fucked by an unknown lover in
a warm fog.
Our desire went into overdrive. I was a galactic
surfer, pleasure wave, washing across a cosmic sea to a
splendored shore. Logic and will had now abandoned me amid a
firestorm on a planet in a timeless universe. My clitoris
shuddered. The planet's core was about to erupt. And then! The
glowing stars exploded in supernova. I was slipping through a
long, shuddering tunnel in pleasurable darkness as I came, then
came again, and again, and OH GOD, AGAIN, my mind shattering
into gratified fragments. Finally, at 4 a.m., I lay sleeping, a
leg over his, an arm over his chest, until a movement stirred
me. He slumbered. I stared down at his awesome cock. I worshiped
it with my lips and tongue, then slept again, awakening with the
morning sun rippling through the windows. Jack was gone.
But Bill lay alongside me. Grinning.
Jack visited three times a week until Bill's
project was completed. I gave myself eagerly. Finally, two
nights before we were to return to Florida, I told Jack about my
husband's penchant for "watching."
On our last night, the day before Thanksgiving,
Jack, Bill, and I drank white wine as we watched a video in the
family room. Jack sat alongside me on the floor, our backs
against the couch, while Bill sat in a chair across the room.
Jack pulled me to him. We removed the other's
clothing. I owering my hips as his long cock submarined through
my molten channel. Moaning, I was impaled on his staff.
Electric thrills throbbed through my legs; Jack's smooth skin
brushed the insides of my thighs as he fucked me. Bill hovered
above me, his arms braced on the couch. I unzipped his fly,
pulling out his manhood. My tremoring lips glistened along
Bill's length as Jack thrust his splendid tool gh my steaming
walls.
I was thankful as the two men fucked me.
Thankful, because I love Bill. I also love adultery. Thankful,
because I don't have to choose between the two. Thankful that my
depths had never been so filled.
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