Come on sweetheart,lets go......oh ok said "where to"?.........shopping like couples do,,,,,,,,,,,for shoes lol......
I wasn't going to argue with that impish glint in your eyes when it was an obvious planned excursion,ok said I................
We left home hand in hand,it was far too hot to take the bus,we walked into town,,,,,there it was,,,,,,,an emporium of footwear,shouting to us through a huge,well lit,plate glass window,,,,hi Sheena.Hi Paul.......it beckoned.
The shop was lovely and cool......it needed to be,there was a huge display which I immediately realized,would take some time,you looked at me and smiled a cheeky smile,your eyes guiding my eyes to the first pair you picked up.....mmm these are nice Paul,what do you think?,you knew I was wise to your fun and games,I gave a silent smile and ran my tongue around my mouth and produced a smirking reply,very nice but you will never be able to walk in those,,,,,they were elegant,,,,dripping in little teardrops of rhinestones,,,,,,a couple of very narrow straps across the front to frame well pedicured nails,and a delicate strap, that clamped around the ankle like a bondage slave,and fastened with a tiny jeweled buckle at a postion over the ankles...style and class I said........I agree said Pebbles,I might try them on.
You obtained the correct size from the assist and,sat on a padded stool,and slipped your foot into that bondage,and reaching to the side,ajusted and fastened that delicate singular ankle strap.Slowly and seductively you crossed your leg,pointed your toe to show how lovely they looked,raising your eyebrows,bit your bottom lip like a naughty girl,smiled and reached both hands down to either side of your newly strapped ankle and slowly drew them up your calf.....the tease ended in a quick flurry at the bottom of your flaired skirt,and a throaty oops escaped your lips.I looked at you in a half glared pretend chastisement,you knew,...I knew...
The ritual of the other foot took the same parade.....it was a well planned military manoeuvre,a medal was silently and mentally awarded.
I still think they too high to walk in,,,,,with that and a little pout of disappointment (purely as show) you stood up and,slowly,with fabulous flare of your hips,proceeded to walk the shops runway,much to the satisfaction of a couple of old men out shopping with their equally older wives,one of whom received a sharp dig in the ribs for staring and smiling at someone who obviously belonged in a whorehouse.
You took your seat and slowly,with a smile that could have laced an old salts rum glass,you placed them in the box,on the floor,by the stool..
We toured the shop....this one...that one....oooo these are nice,,,,,occasionally gripping my hand and excitedly dragging me to a display like bubbling lovers do.....
You settled on a pair that you simply must have,they fitted perfectly,size 4,you walked... neigh,floated down the runway like an angel,..shaped calves enphasizing shaped strapped ankles,you knew by my wide eyed look and the way I had also to bite my bottom lip they had my seal of approval,and goodness,they were even half price,I am a yorkshireman tha knows!.
You paid while I waited outside,you skipped from the shop to join me and clung on to me,arm in arm,with a almost musical gait,we hurried home,smilng lovers,happy in each others company.
We arrived home....I better make us a cuppa I said,phew its hot,as I opened the doors back and front,hoping maybe that a butterfly might float in on the wind,cos thats how I felt inside.
Ok ,darling can I have a white coffee please,one sugar,I be right back,I must try my new shoes on you giggled,.....ok I thought,off we go again lol........god how I love that woman.
I was,stirring our drinks when I heard the russle of your skirt descending the stairs slowly,from the eyelevel look I had,such beauty and perfection,the shoes looked fabulous,you looked more than fabulous....I had fallen for this dream that allowed me the honour of loving her,,step by step you slowly descended untill at last you was at floor level ........well?????? what do you think you said,looking for all the world like a little girl awaiting Daddy to praise her,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you look adorable I said,with that you walked up and down the kitchen and then stood,slightly turning,bending your knee to bring your heeled foot up behind you,you looked over your shoulder at the shapely ankle and quizzed,,,,,,are my seams straight................my god........I was so mesmerized as you floated down the stairs that I never noticed you has put hosiery on,w w w when did you put those on,,,,,,,,,oh darling ssshhhh...I know you dont care much for suspenders so I bought these hold ups last week in the town,they look fab Sheena,so do you,,,,absolutely fab.....
Awwww Paul,thank you love...NOW... you jumped,,,,,making me start,,,close your eyes a minute....
I did as I was told....I could hear all kinds of russlings and clip clops and goodness knows what,it sounded like my princess was building her castle from clouds of various textures.....can I....NOOOOO...just a minute.......oh ok...I sighed....Now.open them..........I opened my eyes and the princess that is Sheena,my pebbles,was standing tottering on these fabulous high heels,.strapped and bejewelled,you could have lighted up a beacon from the grin on my face,,,,,I knew you liked them,you beamed,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,kiss kiss,,,,,,,,,aww darling I said,you are silly,,,,,,,,you will injure yourself walking on those.,.silly Paul,in that accent that can only be my Wigan wonderwoman.....they not for walking,,,,,,,,,they for bed,,,,,,,,,
Thursday 19 June 2008
We should have coffee story
We Should Have Coffee
We should have coffee sometime. I want you to tell me in person what effect my words can have on you, when they hit the right note. Or perhaps you should demonstrate?
One of my favourite coffee spots has a secluded corner – two comfortable chairs facing each other in a sunken nook that's more or less out of sight of the rest of the cafe. I'll wait for you to show up, get you your coffee when you arrive while you make yourself comfortable.
I admit that I can be just a little shy when I first meet someone. I warm up quickly though and I'm quite sure that your smile will melt my heart when I first see you. After we've exchanged pleasantries though I notice a glint in your eye and you shyly ask "So, how about that story you promised me?" You know how I like to share my ramblings.
I pull out my laptop and bring up the story, turn the screen around to face you and place it gently on your lap. The story is a pleasantly long one, born of an idea that came to me in a flash but then percolated in my dreams for a number of nights before writing it down one afternoon. Sitting right where I am sitting now, only this time facing you in person instead of dreaming of you as I write.
You settle in to read, slouching back just a little in the chair, your whole body relaxing as you glance at me watching you over the top of the screen. I watch your eyes follow the screen, recalling the story line as you advance to the next page. You close your eyes with a shy smile on your lips, your legs spreading just a little as you breath a heavy sigh.
I lean forward in my chair and gently touch your bare knee, just below the hem of your skirt. Your eyes open slowly, glance briefly around the room to assure our privacy, then fix back on mine. The same shy smile returns to your lips as your eyes turn back to the screen and you continue reading.
As you continue reading my hand slowly slides up your thigh, your legs opening just a touch more as my fingers find the soft lace of your panties. Stroking gently up and down I notice the first hint of wetness seeping through and feel the first slight shudder of pleasure as I rub up and down once more. As you continue reading I see your tongue run across your lips in harmony with my fingers following the outline of your vagina. After scrolling down a second page you close the lid, look around once more, sit up and reach under your skirt to furtively slip off your panties, then leaning towards me you whisper, "Put these in your pocket please." Slouching back into the chair you open the lid and continue reading, your legs open just wide enough to invite my hand back to treat you to a gentle touch.
Your wet lips feel divine to my touch, smooth, soft and warm. Your breathing quickens as I rub your slippery juices over and around you clit. You must be getting close to the end of the story, your eyes moving quickly as your hips press against my hand, low moans coming from your lips. My fingers slip deep inside you, delighting in the soft heat of your passion squeezing in rhythm to your moans, my thumb slowly stroking your clit. A sudden thrust of your hips as you pull your hand up to your mouth to bite back your scream, your whole body shuddering as you throw your head back, eyes pressed tightly shut. I steady the laptop with my other hand. Slowly you come back, relaxing as you open your eyes and then finish the page, closing the lid on the laptop as your eyes come back to mine. This time your smile is hardly demure, such passion burning behind your gaze.
Leaning forward you whisper, "I do hope you can walk fast" I nod. "Come, let me take you back to the ,love shack...its nice and dark then," as you hand me my laptop and gather up your things. "You need to finish what you started." is all you say as you hook your arm in mine and head purposefully for the station.
"We should have coffee together more often..." is all I can think to say as I double my steps to keep up with your urgent pace.
We should have coffee sometime. I want you to tell me in person what effect my words can have on you, when they hit the right note. Or perhaps you should demonstrate?
One of my favourite coffee spots has a secluded corner – two comfortable chairs facing each other in a sunken nook that's more or less out of sight of the rest of the cafe. I'll wait for you to show up, get you your coffee when you arrive while you make yourself comfortable.
I admit that I can be just a little shy when I first meet someone. I warm up quickly though and I'm quite sure that your smile will melt my heart when I first see you. After we've exchanged pleasantries though I notice a glint in your eye and you shyly ask "So, how about that story you promised me?" You know how I like to share my ramblings.
I pull out my laptop and bring up the story, turn the screen around to face you and place it gently on your lap. The story is a pleasantly long one, born of an idea that came to me in a flash but then percolated in my dreams for a number of nights before writing it down one afternoon. Sitting right where I am sitting now, only this time facing you in person instead of dreaming of you as I write.
You settle in to read, slouching back just a little in the chair, your whole body relaxing as you glance at me watching you over the top of the screen. I watch your eyes follow the screen, recalling the story line as you advance to the next page. You close your eyes with a shy smile on your lips, your legs spreading just a little as you breath a heavy sigh.
I lean forward in my chair and gently touch your bare knee, just below the hem of your skirt. Your eyes open slowly, glance briefly around the room to assure our privacy, then fix back on mine. The same shy smile returns to your lips as your eyes turn back to the screen and you continue reading.
As you continue reading my hand slowly slides up your thigh, your legs opening just a touch more as my fingers find the soft lace of your panties. Stroking gently up and down I notice the first hint of wetness seeping through and feel the first slight shudder of pleasure as I rub up and down once more. As you continue reading I see your tongue run across your lips in harmony with my fingers following the outline of your vagina. After scrolling down a second page you close the lid, look around once more, sit up and reach under your skirt to furtively slip off your panties, then leaning towards me you whisper, "Put these in your pocket please." Slouching back into the chair you open the lid and continue reading, your legs open just wide enough to invite my hand back to treat you to a gentle touch.
Your wet lips feel divine to my touch, smooth, soft and warm. Your breathing quickens as I rub your slippery juices over and around you clit. You must be getting close to the end of the story, your eyes moving quickly as your hips press against my hand, low moans coming from your lips. My fingers slip deep inside you, delighting in the soft heat of your passion squeezing in rhythm to your moans, my thumb slowly stroking your clit. A sudden thrust of your hips as you pull your hand up to your mouth to bite back your scream, your whole body shuddering as you throw your head back, eyes pressed tightly shut. I steady the laptop with my other hand. Slowly you come back, relaxing as you open your eyes and then finish the page, closing the lid on the laptop as your eyes come back to mine. This time your smile is hardly demure, such passion burning behind your gaze.
Leaning forward you whisper, "I do hope you can walk fast" I nod. "Come, let me take you back to the ,love shack...its nice and dark then," as you hand me my laptop and gather up your things. "You need to finish what you started." is all you say as you hook your arm in mine and head purposefully for the station.
"We should have coffee together more often..." is all I can think to say as I double my steps to keep up with your urgent pace.
Princess and her Knight story
To my own sweetheart... A tale of a princess and her handsome hero
Ok this is a fairy tale for adults so sit back and enjoy...
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Once apon a time, there was a beautiful Princess, called Janet. She was so fed up with everyone telling her that she was a " good princess" a " kind princess" that she should behave in a prim and proper manner. She desperately wanted to behave in a dirty and degrading way, that one day she ran a way from the palace, slipping out the back door while every one was watching the polo match,in the courtyard, and running down the hill until she found a tree to hide behind.
While she was standing there to catch her breath, it occurred to her that she stuck out like a sore thumb, in her fine silk and velvet bodice and fancy shoes so she looked for some thing to change in to. Scouring the country side a round her she spotted some clothes hanging on a washing line, so, creeping up to the side of the building she grabbed the clothes and changed hastily behind the shed.
Now luckily (or unluckily depending on your point of view) for our Princess, the clothe belong to the local whore Alice and they were her "working clothes", consisting of a red bodice and a very very short skirt, no bigger than a wide belt, but she didn't have a lot of choice so she slipped in to them. Leaving her fine clothes and shoes as a kind of payment in there place. As Janet was about to leave the safety of the garden she spotted a young farmer walking up to Alice's door, with his cap in his hand. He was calling on Alice, in a professional capacity, having saved his wages all month. Janet was shocked to see a rather large bulge in his trousers and slipped back down the side of the building to get a better view of the "transaction"
Alice opened the door wearing her second best working clothes consisting of a slightly inferior set of silk cameo knickers, and welcomed the young man, who stammered in his excitement" hhh hello my nnn name iss TTTTom" Janet and Alice both saw his Adams apple bobbing up and down in his throat. " and III am getting married next month so I was wondering if, well if you could help me, you know found out what I am supposed to do, for her as well as for me" he finished in a rush.
Alice was impressed that he was willing to learn to help his bride-to-be and said " well. Your lucky, I have a full afternoon to teach you every thing I know. Ummm well may be not everything, I have to keep some tricks up my sleeve don't I" she laughed. And held out her hand for the money, tucking it in to the small brass urn on the mantlepiece.
Turning to face Tom with a smile, Alice reached over and put her hand on his arm and led him to the furs scattered by the fire. Gesturing for him to lie down, Alice sat on the floor next to him and started to run her hands down his body. She could see the hard bump that had appeared in Toms trousers and undid the buttons and released his rigid cock in to her waiting hands. Wrapping them around and smoothing it up and down. Making Tom sigh and groan.
Janet watched all this from the woodpile by the shed, her eyes wide open in excitement and astonishment at what Alice was doing. She was especially impressed when Alice took Toms cock in to her mouth and sucked and licked it and made poor Tom scream with pleasure. Janet loved to watch it go so deep in Alice's mouth that it seem to disappear. Janet experienced strange tingling sensation when she watched Alice's face change as a look of concentration came over her. Then Tom's face seemed to screw up and he gave a shout of triumph as he came in Alice's mouth and Alice swallowed every drop then smacked her lips as if she had just eaten a delicious snack,licked her lips slowly and teasingly,and started to suck him again to keep him hard ready for the next lesson, Janet decides that at some point she just had to try it for her self.
Alice having made Toms cock hard a gain, slid her body slowly up and straddled him, slowly lowering herself on to his hard cock still glinting with some cum Alice missed, Janet watched as it again disappear in to Alice's body. Tom grabbed hold of Alice's hips and wriggled to get a better position ,then his hips and Alice's started to move in a rhythm as old as time, as Alice went down Tom pushed up. almost coming out on the down ward stroke them thundering in to her again. suddenly Tom grabbed Alice then spinned them around, letting instinct take over, so that Alice was underneath and Tom had control. He slowed things right down, moving slowly and teasing her clit with one finger. Bending over to suck one of Alice's nipples in to his mouth, nibbling gently and kissing her pink aureole, producing a shivering in Alice, and unbeknown to them in Janet to. So much so Janet cant help but put a finger down and touched her wet pussy for the first time. Finding it slick and very wet, she puts her finger back up to her mouth and inspects the moistness there and tentatively tastes it, finding it a sort of sweet musky flavour, but very much to her liking. Janet pushes her finger in again and leans back to somehow get more in, when suddenly the wood pile shifts and causes a pile of logs to come crashing down, alerting then in side to her presence. Janet looks shocked then runs down the side of the building, down the lane towards the village. When Alice and Tom come out to investigate all they find where the clothes Janet has left.
Stepping carefully along the lane towards the village (remember our princess has soft feet) she reflected on what she had just seen, finding herself to be very aroused but also extremely hungry. Walking down the centre of the village was a new experience for our newly liberated princess. Her head went from side to side as she tried to take in all the exotic sounds and smells. people stared at her for even in the cheap clothes, she was beautiful. She wondered up to a bakers that had pies cooling by the door, they smelled wonderful. Thinking to buy one but not having any money she sniffed, when the owner a grumpy, mean looking man with hardly any teeth grabbed her arm and shouted at her" thinking of stealing my food was ya" and looked Janet up and down with a wicked evil grin
" ummm maybe ill give you one of my pies if as I can have a taste of you hehehe".
This scared Janet so much she screamed and searched the gathering crowed for some one to help her. but spotted now one.
Sir Paul was on his way home from a hard day at the crusades, his feet ached and his chain mail chaffed but he was happy to be home.
He spotted a crowd of people gathered around the bakers. And wondered what was happening, being a kind hearted type he went forward to see, " excuse me come on move please, what's the fuss here" he asked in his most affirmative voice. Seeing what was happening and recognising his princess (for hadn't they played polo just last week) Paul scooped up Janet and threw some groats on the floor for the baker in payment. Carrying Janet down the road a little way and then setting her back on her feet. " my princess" he said kneeling before her "my hero" Janet replied and bent down throwing her arms around Pauls neck and kissed him with all the pent up passion of the day and heartfelt relief that she had been rescued. pushing Paul on to his back with the force of her ardour "mmuuuuump " said Paul soon giving in to the demanding thrusts of Janet's tongue as it fought to get in side his mouth. her breasts pressing up against the chain mail on Sir Paul's chest.
Janet moved her attention to Paul's neck kissing and nibbling along the edge of his white cloak and back up his chin to his hot and waiting mouth. His knees started to buckle from the passion in the kiss, he knew he should stop her. but by god it felt so good. Janet was enjoying the kiss so much she was surprised when Paul screeched in pain and grabbed hold of the front of his chain mail" what's the matter" Janet ask urgently " ummm owwwwee its my umm dick, its umm caught in the armour and it hurts" Janet put her hands to her mouth in horror, to think she had caused her hero to be in pain. then a sly grin materialised on her face" umm I think I can help you there" she giggled and kneeling down in front of Paul, used the tool kit every good Knight has on his person, undid the bolts and released his cock in to the fresh air. it sprung from his underwear like a greyhound after a rabbit and Paul breathed a sigh of relief that the pain was over. Janet gaped at the sight of his huge rigid tattood cock, just inches away from her face. Images of Toms cock being devoured by Alice invaded her mind, regardless of the consequences she had to have it. To taste it. Licking her lips at the thought she leaned in towards it. Mesmerised by the sight.
Just as he was about to put his cloak over him to save his modesty Janet bent forward at the waist and slipped her hot mouth over his hard rigid shaft. The first taste of man excited her and she wanted more. She didn't even think as she deep throated him just like Alice had done to Tom that morning. bobbing her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the gland. Licking his cock up to the top then down to his balls. Gently taking each ball in to her mouth and playing her tongue around them. Totally unaware of what was around them, thinking only of giving and taking this pleasure from each other. Increasing the pressure and slowly moving her mouth further up his tool until she could take it in her mouth again.
Deep in her throat Sir Paul swelled to his largest yet and almost choked Janet, she reluctantly took his cock out of her mouth for a breather. she poked her tongue in to the little hole and gathered up all the pre cum that had collected there and carefully transferred it to her mouth, leaving a light ribbon of cum attracted between them. Janet settled in to her task now and sucked and licked, and swirled and slurped. Until she felt his balls tighten up and Paul started to pant and groan " ohh god princess I am cumming what do I do" all Janet could say was "mnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnmmmmmmm" Sir Paul couldn't stop and shot gallons of cum in to Janets mouth she swallowed it with out thinking, really enjoying the taste of it and Paul's hand on her head made her feel so good herself.
By now a crowd had gathered, and Janet and Paul suddenly realised they were being watched and that they had been cheering him on to cum. Someone shouted " see she swallowed that's 5 groats you owe me" Sir Paul saw Janet blush bright red. stood up and throwing his cloak around her, took her even further into the village and to his humble house where they would be safe for now. At least until he had his thoughts under control...
to be continued...
Ok this is a fairy tale for adults so sit back and enjoy...
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Once apon a time, there was a beautiful Princess, called Janet. She was so fed up with everyone telling her that she was a " good princess" a " kind princess" that she should behave in a prim and proper manner. She desperately wanted to behave in a dirty and degrading way, that one day she ran a way from the palace, slipping out the back door while every one was watching the polo match,in the courtyard, and running down the hill until she found a tree to hide behind.
While she was standing there to catch her breath, it occurred to her that she stuck out like a sore thumb, in her fine silk and velvet bodice and fancy shoes so she looked for some thing to change in to. Scouring the country side a round her she spotted some clothes hanging on a washing line, so, creeping up to the side of the building she grabbed the clothes and changed hastily behind the shed.
Now luckily (or unluckily depending on your point of view) for our Princess, the clothe belong to the local whore Alice and they were her "working clothes", consisting of a red bodice and a very very short skirt, no bigger than a wide belt, but she didn't have a lot of choice so she slipped in to them. Leaving her fine clothes and shoes as a kind of payment in there place. As Janet was about to leave the safety of the garden she spotted a young farmer walking up to Alice's door, with his cap in his hand. He was calling on Alice, in a professional capacity, having saved his wages all month. Janet was shocked to see a rather large bulge in his trousers and slipped back down the side of the building to get a better view of the "transaction"
Alice opened the door wearing her second best working clothes consisting of a slightly inferior set of silk cameo knickers, and welcomed the young man, who stammered in his excitement" hhh hello my nnn name iss TTTTom" Janet and Alice both saw his Adams apple bobbing up and down in his throat. " and III am getting married next month so I was wondering if, well if you could help me, you know found out what I am supposed to do, for her as well as for me" he finished in a rush.
Alice was impressed that he was willing to learn to help his bride-to-be and said " well. Your lucky, I have a full afternoon to teach you every thing I know. Ummm well may be not everything, I have to keep some tricks up my sleeve don't I" she laughed. And held out her hand for the money, tucking it in to the small brass urn on the mantlepiece.
Turning to face Tom with a smile, Alice reached over and put her hand on his arm and led him to the furs scattered by the fire. Gesturing for him to lie down, Alice sat on the floor next to him and started to run her hands down his body. She could see the hard bump that had appeared in Toms trousers and undid the buttons and released his rigid cock in to her waiting hands. Wrapping them around and smoothing it up and down. Making Tom sigh and groan.
Janet watched all this from the woodpile by the shed, her eyes wide open in excitement and astonishment at what Alice was doing. She was especially impressed when Alice took Toms cock in to her mouth and sucked and licked it and made poor Tom scream with pleasure. Janet loved to watch it go so deep in Alice's mouth that it seem to disappear. Janet experienced strange tingling sensation when she watched Alice's face change as a look of concentration came over her. Then Tom's face seemed to screw up and he gave a shout of triumph as he came in Alice's mouth and Alice swallowed every drop then smacked her lips as if she had just eaten a delicious snack,licked her lips slowly and teasingly,and started to suck him again to keep him hard ready for the next lesson, Janet decides that at some point she just had to try it for her self.
Alice having made Toms cock hard a gain, slid her body slowly up and straddled him, slowly lowering herself on to his hard cock still glinting with some cum Alice missed, Janet watched as it again disappear in to Alice's body. Tom grabbed hold of Alice's hips and wriggled to get a better position ,then his hips and Alice's started to move in a rhythm as old as time, as Alice went down Tom pushed up. almost coming out on the down ward stroke them thundering in to her again. suddenly Tom grabbed Alice then spinned them around, letting instinct take over, so that Alice was underneath and Tom had control. He slowed things right down, moving slowly and teasing her clit with one finger. Bending over to suck one of Alice's nipples in to his mouth, nibbling gently and kissing her pink aureole, producing a shivering in Alice, and unbeknown to them in Janet to. So much so Janet cant help but put a finger down and touched her wet pussy for the first time. Finding it slick and very wet, she puts her finger back up to her mouth and inspects the moistness there and tentatively tastes it, finding it a sort of sweet musky flavour, but very much to her liking. Janet pushes her finger in again and leans back to somehow get more in, when suddenly the wood pile shifts and causes a pile of logs to come crashing down, alerting then in side to her presence. Janet looks shocked then runs down the side of the building, down the lane towards the village. When Alice and Tom come out to investigate all they find where the clothes Janet has left.
Stepping carefully along the lane towards the village (remember our princess has soft feet) she reflected on what she had just seen, finding herself to be very aroused but also extremely hungry. Walking down the centre of the village was a new experience for our newly liberated princess. Her head went from side to side as she tried to take in all the exotic sounds and smells. people stared at her for even in the cheap clothes, she was beautiful. She wondered up to a bakers that had pies cooling by the door, they smelled wonderful. Thinking to buy one but not having any money she sniffed, when the owner a grumpy, mean looking man with hardly any teeth grabbed her arm and shouted at her" thinking of stealing my food was ya" and looked Janet up and down with a wicked evil grin
" ummm maybe ill give you one of my pies if as I can have a taste of you hehehe".
This scared Janet so much she screamed and searched the gathering crowed for some one to help her. but spotted now one.
Sir Paul was on his way home from a hard day at the crusades, his feet ached and his chain mail chaffed but he was happy to be home.
He spotted a crowd of people gathered around the bakers. And wondered what was happening, being a kind hearted type he went forward to see, " excuse me come on move please, what's the fuss here" he asked in his most affirmative voice. Seeing what was happening and recognising his princess (for hadn't they played polo just last week) Paul scooped up Janet and threw some groats on the floor for the baker in payment. Carrying Janet down the road a little way and then setting her back on her feet. " my princess" he said kneeling before her "my hero" Janet replied and bent down throwing her arms around Pauls neck and kissed him with all the pent up passion of the day and heartfelt relief that she had been rescued. pushing Paul on to his back with the force of her ardour "mmuuuuump " said Paul soon giving in to the demanding thrusts of Janet's tongue as it fought to get in side his mouth. her breasts pressing up against the chain mail on Sir Paul's chest.
Janet moved her attention to Paul's neck kissing and nibbling along the edge of his white cloak and back up his chin to his hot and waiting mouth. His knees started to buckle from the passion in the kiss, he knew he should stop her. but by god it felt so good. Janet was enjoying the kiss so much she was surprised when Paul screeched in pain and grabbed hold of the front of his chain mail" what's the matter" Janet ask urgently " ummm owwwwee its my umm dick, its umm caught in the armour and it hurts" Janet put her hands to her mouth in horror, to think she had caused her hero to be in pain. then a sly grin materialised on her face" umm I think I can help you there" she giggled and kneeling down in front of Paul, used the tool kit every good Knight has on his person, undid the bolts and released his cock in to the fresh air. it sprung from his underwear like a greyhound after a rabbit and Paul breathed a sigh of relief that the pain was over. Janet gaped at the sight of his huge rigid tattood cock, just inches away from her face. Images of Toms cock being devoured by Alice invaded her mind, regardless of the consequences she had to have it. To taste it. Licking her lips at the thought she leaned in towards it. Mesmerised by the sight.
Just as he was about to put his cloak over him to save his modesty Janet bent forward at the waist and slipped her hot mouth over his hard rigid shaft. The first taste of man excited her and she wanted more. She didn't even think as she deep throated him just like Alice had done to Tom that morning. bobbing her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the gland. Licking his cock up to the top then down to his balls. Gently taking each ball in to her mouth and playing her tongue around them. Totally unaware of what was around them, thinking only of giving and taking this pleasure from each other. Increasing the pressure and slowly moving her mouth further up his tool until she could take it in her mouth again.
Deep in her throat Sir Paul swelled to his largest yet and almost choked Janet, she reluctantly took his cock out of her mouth for a breather. she poked her tongue in to the little hole and gathered up all the pre cum that had collected there and carefully transferred it to her mouth, leaving a light ribbon of cum attracted between them. Janet settled in to her task now and sucked and licked, and swirled and slurped. Until she felt his balls tighten up and Paul started to pant and groan " ohh god princess I am cumming what do I do" all Janet could say was "mnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnmmmmmmm" Sir Paul couldn't stop and shot gallons of cum in to Janets mouth she swallowed it with out thinking, really enjoying the taste of it and Paul's hand on her head made her feel so good herself.
By now a crowd had gathered, and Janet and Paul suddenly realised they were being watched and that they had been cheering him on to cum. Someone shouted " see she swallowed that's 5 groats you owe me" Sir Paul saw Janet blush bright red. stood up and throwing his cloak around her, took her even further into the village and to his humble house where they would be safe for now. At least until he had his thoughts under control...
to be continued...
Visit story
Hello I was just passing and thought I would call in to see you,hope you don't mind.
You look really nice today,so pretty,don't argue I mean it.Yes thank you I would love a cup of tea,.....
I follow you to the kitchen admiring your shape as I go.wow you look really good,my heart starts to beat faster and a stirring becomes apparant in my trousers.
You turn around with the tea and beckon me to take a seat,I sit and admire your beauty,all the time getting uncomfortable as my bulge gets more pronounced.
You must notice it,you ask if I would mind reaching for something from your cupboard,I dare not be rude and say no...what the hell.
A smile of knowing creeps across your face and you also start with urges,feeling a damp patch starting to moisten your pants soon becoming more apparant.you excuse yourself a minute and dash to the loo to take off your pants and notice how pronounced your button is becoming ,clearly visible with no hair to hide it it looks so much bigger ,when you touch it is like an electric shock of lust over whealming your sense of decency.
You know you want me,after rubbing it hard for a few minutes you make your way pantie less to the kitchen.
I am stood there waiting,a huge bulge visible,I grab you and pull you close,you feel my hardness pressing against your tummy,you need me so very bad you ache.
My arms are around you and my hands caress you as much as I can touch at once,feeling you all over.
We are wanton,aching,sweating,I take you up into my arms and cradle you as I lift your dress up past your waist at the same time you wrap your legs around my waist.
My trousers are now at my ankles and we are coupled in deep penetration you feel it expanding your vagina,hot,wet,throbbing fit to burst.
I cradle you locked together,carry you to the table and lay you down upon it,climb gently on top of you glaring seductively into your eyes.You glaring back afraid to blink,to miss such a moment,you feel my rigid manliness penetrating and stretching you so.
You wiggle around,you enjoy,you need more,suddenly you are hit by this tidal wave of red hot lust,it engulfs you, vision blared,breathing burning your chest,bang another and another,OH GOD what is happening wave after wave fills you, leaking everywhere you cant contain it all.
You need to grip onto my shoulders as you try to wrestle control of your senses.but you cant,you yell out.....such a relief,where have I been all your life.
Another wave hits you,your muscles contract again I feel it and bang...I start to pump,filling you up.
You feel my throbbing hot ejaculation filling you.it is too much and you explode yet again.
We lay together locked in sweaty passion,the tear of relief runs down your cheek.I kiss it up then kiss your lips tenderly....thank you my angel,,,you are superb woman.....
You look really nice today,so pretty,don't argue I mean it.Yes thank you I would love a cup of tea,.....
I follow you to the kitchen admiring your shape as I go.wow you look really good,my heart starts to beat faster and a stirring becomes apparant in my trousers.
You turn around with the tea and beckon me to take a seat,I sit and admire your beauty,all the time getting uncomfortable as my bulge gets more pronounced.
You must notice it,you ask if I would mind reaching for something from your cupboard,I dare not be rude and say no...what the hell.
A smile of knowing creeps across your face and you also start with urges,feeling a damp patch starting to moisten your pants soon becoming more apparant.you excuse yourself a minute and dash to the loo to take off your pants and notice how pronounced your button is becoming ,clearly visible with no hair to hide it it looks so much bigger ,when you touch it is like an electric shock of lust over whealming your sense of decency.
You know you want me,after rubbing it hard for a few minutes you make your way pantie less to the kitchen.
I am stood there waiting,a huge bulge visible,I grab you and pull you close,you feel my hardness pressing against your tummy,you need me so very bad you ache.
My arms are around you and my hands caress you as much as I can touch at once,feeling you all over.
We are wanton,aching,sweating,I take you up into my arms and cradle you as I lift your dress up past your waist at the same time you wrap your legs around my waist.
My trousers are now at my ankles and we are coupled in deep penetration you feel it expanding your vagina,hot,wet,throbbing fit to burst.
I cradle you locked together,carry you to the table and lay you down upon it,climb gently on top of you glaring seductively into your eyes.You glaring back afraid to blink,to miss such a moment,you feel my rigid manliness penetrating and stretching you so.
You wiggle around,you enjoy,you need more,suddenly you are hit by this tidal wave of red hot lust,it engulfs you, vision blared,breathing burning your chest,bang another and another,OH GOD what is happening wave after wave fills you, leaking everywhere you cant contain it all.
You need to grip onto my shoulders as you try to wrestle control of your senses.but you cant,you yell out.....such a relief,where have I been all your life.
Another wave hits you,your muscles contract again I feel it and bang...I start to pump,filling you up.
You feel my throbbing hot ejaculation filling you.it is too much and you explode yet again.
We lay together locked in sweaty passion,the tear of relief runs down your cheek.I kiss it up then kiss your lips tenderly....thank you my angel,,,you are superb woman.....
Shopping fun story
Shopping Fun
I know how much my naughty messages turn you on; they turn me on, too. I love knowing that just reading little pieces of my fantasies can make you hard. I have another- I hope you like it.
In this fantasy, we have gone shopping for clothes. I would love for us to go shopping together, so you can pick what you would like me to wear. I've never let a man do that with me before, and I like knowing you will be the first to have that piece of control over me. You have been, and continue to be, my first for so many things- I'm so glad it's you.
After picking the clothes you like for me, you suggest, with a wicked grin, that you sneak into the dressing room with me. You know that I'm shy, and afraid of embarrassing situations. At first I laugh, thinking that it's a joke, but the gleam in your eye tells me you are quite serious. I hesitate only a moment. I want to obey you, to please you, even though I am a little worried about someone finding us out.
You quickly look around and, seeing no one, follow behind me into the dressing room at the end of the row; it's a fairly large dressing room, with a chair in the corner and full-length mirrors on each of the three walls. You lock the door behind you and smile at me. I laugh, and you remind me to be quiet.
You sit on the chair, and I stand in front of you, uncertain. You sense my hesitation and my nervousness. I can't be sure, but I think you delight a bit in my discomfort. You tell me to undress in a quiet voice that only I can hear. Slowly, I unbutton my shirt; I have undressed for you before, but something seems different now, almost as if I am being tested. I slip the shirt off my shoulders and it falls to the floor. I kick off my shoes and unzip my jeans, letting them fall away from me. I unclasp my bra, looking at you for some kind of reaction. You continue to watch me, a hint of a smile on your face. When I step out of my panties, you call me your good girl; hearing those words, as it always does, sends a small thrill through my body.
You tell me to get on my knees and suck your cock. I step toward you, smiling. You know how much I love to obey this particular command, and I know that you have asked me to do this for me as much as for you. I kneel between your legs and unbuckle your belt. Very slowly I unzip your jeans, delighted to see that you are naked underneath. Your erection seems to be waiting for me, and I pull it free of your jeans. Your breath catches as I lean over and lick the tip. I realize that you can look down and see me, but you can also look in the mirrors and watch me as I suck you. It seems odd that there are three of me reflected back. I've never been much for seeing myself in the mirror, but seeing us together like this adds to my arousal.
You comb your fingers into my hair, caressing my scalp, as you guide my mouth down your cock. My tongue plays along your shaft as I bring you completely into my mouth. Your hands in my hair set the rhythm as I slide up and down. I hear voices outside the dressing room, and my movement stills. You tug lightly on my hair, reminding me of my task. Even though I am nervous about being caught in such a position, I am glad to be where I am. I love the way you feel in my mouth and the way your skin tastes. I love knowing that I am pleasing you. My clit throbs, wanting its own attentions, as my mouth rides your cock.
Abruptly you tell me to stop; I do, looking up at you in surprise. You smile and tell me to sit on your lap and straddle you. I smile back until I remember where we are. I've never had sex in any kind of public setting before. Looking at you, seeing the patience and love in your eyes, I can't help but obey you. I climb onto your lap, positioning myself so that my pussy is just above your cock. I wrap my arms around your neck for balance. When you nod your head in encouragement, I lower onto your cock. My pussy, wet from my arousal, opens around you, and I bring you completely into me. The texture of your jeans against my skin reminds me of my vulnerability, but it no longer bothers me. The feeling of you inside me, your cock held so tightly within me, is enough to distract me from my sensibilities. You watch me, and I meet your eyes and smile; our eyes lock together as I slowly rock myself on your cock. Our faces are so close together that our noses almost touch, but neither of us closes the gap, not even for a kiss. Neither of us is willing to break the mood, to lose the power of this moment. We can't look away from each other's eyes, not even to watch ourselves in the mirrors.
My orgasm takes me by surprise. I try to keep myself quiet as my pussy grips even tighter around you, my legs trembling and barely able to hold me. I feel your arms tighten around me, supporting me as I ride the waves of my climax. A moan escapes me, and you lean down and kiss me to muffle the sound. Your hips buck beneath me, and I feel the throb of your cock inside me as you come. You continue to kiss me and then you hold me tight against you, whispering to me that I'm your good girl.
Finally, you tell me to stand up and dress. I realize that I never even tried on the clothes you picked. You smile and tell me we should just buy them; I can tell you're anxious to get home, and I know you're not through with me for the day. I shiver in anticipation. After I dress and you zip back up, we leave the dressing room and you whisper in my ear that you want to take me shopping more often. I can't wait!
I hope you liked this fantasy; I love to know I turn you on, even though we're so far apart. Of course, I'll like it even better when we're together!
I know how much my naughty messages turn you on; they turn me on, too. I love knowing that just reading little pieces of my fantasies can make you hard. I have another- I hope you like it.
In this fantasy, we have gone shopping for clothes. I would love for us to go shopping together, so you can pick what you would like me to wear. I've never let a man do that with me before, and I like knowing you will be the first to have that piece of control over me. You have been, and continue to be, my first for so many things- I'm so glad it's you.
After picking the clothes you like for me, you suggest, with a wicked grin, that you sneak into the dressing room with me. You know that I'm shy, and afraid of embarrassing situations. At first I laugh, thinking that it's a joke, but the gleam in your eye tells me you are quite serious. I hesitate only a moment. I want to obey you, to please you, even though I am a little worried about someone finding us out.
You quickly look around and, seeing no one, follow behind me into the dressing room at the end of the row; it's a fairly large dressing room, with a chair in the corner and full-length mirrors on each of the three walls. You lock the door behind you and smile at me. I laugh, and you remind me to be quiet.
You sit on the chair, and I stand in front of you, uncertain. You sense my hesitation and my nervousness. I can't be sure, but I think you delight a bit in my discomfort. You tell me to undress in a quiet voice that only I can hear. Slowly, I unbutton my shirt; I have undressed for you before, but something seems different now, almost as if I am being tested. I slip the shirt off my shoulders and it falls to the floor. I kick off my shoes and unzip my jeans, letting them fall away from me. I unclasp my bra, looking at you for some kind of reaction. You continue to watch me, a hint of a smile on your face. When I step out of my panties, you call me your good girl; hearing those words, as it always does, sends a small thrill through my body.
You tell me to get on my knees and suck your cock. I step toward you, smiling. You know how much I love to obey this particular command, and I know that you have asked me to do this for me as much as for you. I kneel between your legs and unbuckle your belt. Very slowly I unzip your jeans, delighted to see that you are naked underneath. Your erection seems to be waiting for me, and I pull it free of your jeans. Your breath catches as I lean over and lick the tip. I realize that you can look down and see me, but you can also look in the mirrors and watch me as I suck you. It seems odd that there are three of me reflected back. I've never been much for seeing myself in the mirror, but seeing us together like this adds to my arousal.
You comb your fingers into my hair, caressing my scalp, as you guide my mouth down your cock. My tongue plays along your shaft as I bring you completely into my mouth. Your hands in my hair set the rhythm as I slide up and down. I hear voices outside the dressing room, and my movement stills. You tug lightly on my hair, reminding me of my task. Even though I am nervous about being caught in such a position, I am glad to be where I am. I love the way you feel in my mouth and the way your skin tastes. I love knowing that I am pleasing you. My clit throbs, wanting its own attentions, as my mouth rides your cock.
Abruptly you tell me to stop; I do, looking up at you in surprise. You smile and tell me to sit on your lap and straddle you. I smile back until I remember where we are. I've never had sex in any kind of public setting before. Looking at you, seeing the patience and love in your eyes, I can't help but obey you. I climb onto your lap, positioning myself so that my pussy is just above your cock. I wrap my arms around your neck for balance. When you nod your head in encouragement, I lower onto your cock. My pussy, wet from my arousal, opens around you, and I bring you completely into me. The texture of your jeans against my skin reminds me of my vulnerability, but it no longer bothers me. The feeling of you inside me, your cock held so tightly within me, is enough to distract me from my sensibilities. You watch me, and I meet your eyes and smile; our eyes lock together as I slowly rock myself on your cock. Our faces are so close together that our noses almost touch, but neither of us closes the gap, not even for a kiss. Neither of us is willing to break the mood, to lose the power of this moment. We can't look away from each other's eyes, not even to watch ourselves in the mirrors.
My orgasm takes me by surprise. I try to keep myself quiet as my pussy grips even tighter around you, my legs trembling and barely able to hold me. I feel your arms tighten around me, supporting me as I ride the waves of my climax. A moan escapes me, and you lean down and kiss me to muffle the sound. Your hips buck beneath me, and I feel the throb of your cock inside me as you come. You continue to kiss me and then you hold me tight against you, whispering to me that I'm your good girl.
Finally, you tell me to stand up and dress. I realize that I never even tried on the clothes you picked. You smile and tell me we should just buy them; I can tell you're anxious to get home, and I know you're not through with me for the day. I shiver in anticipation. After I dress and you zip back up, we leave the dressing room and you whisper in my ear that you want to take me shopping more often. I can't wait!
I hope you liked this fantasy; I love to know I turn you on, even though we're so far apart. Of course, I'll like it even better when we're together!
Room service story
I told you I often fantasized about you while alone in the shower. This night was no different, but if anything, it was more intense.
We were, as my fantasies often are, in the motel room we plan to share. It had a large, old-fashioned tub, with only a shower curtain that ran across the front. Of all things, this time I imagined me washing your hair, as you soaked in a tub full of fragrant bubbles. I was naked before the tub, on my knees, tending to you.
You had your head back, your eyes closed, as I scooped handfuls of warm water and dropped it down the sides of your face, washing the soap from your hair. You were murmuring contentedly about how good it felt to be pampered, and I bent occasionally to kiss your hot, half-opened mouth. Our tongues played with each other's, our kisses getting more and more urgent.
Once your hair was rinsed thoroughly and your face dried with a soft towel, you had me stand next to the tub, so you could suck my cock. I could imagine your mouth on me, as I have so many times, your teasing tongue working me to new levels of excitement. Your hands ran up and down my legs, which I spread widely, and one hand cupped my balls as you began to suck me harder. I worked my hips back and forth, unable to stay still, and I held your head lightly in my hands, feeling your cheeks with my thumbs, as they went concave. I slid one hand down under your chin, turning you up to me slightly, so I could watch your eyes.
Finally I couldn't stand any more, and I pulled suddenly from your lips with a soft plop. "Time to rinse," I said, and pulled you to a standing position in the tub. I pulled the drain plug and whipped the curtain closed as I got into the tub with you. You watched me closely...waiting to see what I had in mind, and I smiled at you.
"What?" I teased, and then your hand closed around my cock again, and you pulled me to you. We kissed, long and hard. My hands went to your breasts as we did, and you gently stroked your hand up and down the length of my cock, getting me hotter and harder.
"What do you want?" I teased, and you tightened your grip on me.
"Mmmmmmm, maybe this..." you said coyly. I leant over and took one of your nipples in my mouth as you teased me, tasting the tang of the soap on your skin. Yes...time to rinse.
I turned on the water, turning from you, but you refused to release your teasing grip on me, fondling my balls from between my legs as I bent to get the water just the right temperature. "Ah, god," I moaned, as you slid your soapy finger up and down the crack of my ass. Then the water hit us from above, and you retreated to the back of the tub, laughing.
I pulled you back to me, and we wrestled to keep from slipping on the soapy bottom of the tub, but now the bathwater was gone, and the fresh water from the shower bathed us in it's warm aura. Good time for another long, hot kiss! This time your arms went around my waist, and my cock slid up along your hipbone as we held each other.
Many teasing kisses later, your foot was up on the side of the tub, and my cock was inside you, as I thrust upward, my hands holding your wrists captive behind your ass. You were panting hard, and fearing for your balance. I watched your face. "Oh, god...catch me," you begged, and I tightened my arms around your waist as I continued to stroke into you.
Suddenly the shower curtain rustled behind me, and I felt the rush of cool air as someone pulled it aside.
"Getting clean, are we?" a voice said, and your eyes opened suddenly, wide in surprise. You saw the man from the front desk over my shoulder, his eyes taking in the whole scene. To your surprise and mine, I continued to thrust in and out of you, uncaring now if he saw or not, intent only on my impending climax inside of you. I was so close...
"Honey...?" Your voice was full of concern, and it brought me back to reality for a moment. I pulled from you and turned to the man, who was stroking himself through his slacks.
"Just watch," I told him, and I returned to you, taking you by the hips and turning you away from me. I pushed lightly on your back, and you bent over to take the sides of the tub in your hands, and waited for me to enter you from behind. The man moved around to get a better view.
I slid easily into your wetness, and began to slowly stroke in and out. You were getting turned on by being watched, I could tell, and I nodded at the stranger. He pulled his cock from his pants and began to stroke it as you watched. This really inflamed your lust, and you began to beg me to fuck you harder.
"That's it, darlin'," you panted, as I upped my tempo. "Oh, god, yes! Like that!" You looked at the man again, and saw he was watching your face closely, and really stroking himself now. Your eyes locked onto his cock, which was about the size of mine, but somewhat thicker, and you licked your lips as you imagined it in your mouth.
All this was not lost on me, as I watched you from behind. I knew you wanted him, and that this would make you happy. I looked at the man, and he glanced at me nervously, unsure of what I wanted him to do now. I merely nodded, and he moved to the end of the tub, offering himself to you.
You turned to me questioningly, and I told you, "Go ahead, honey. He's here for you." He took your head then, and turned your face toward his cock. I smiled as I watched your mouth open for him, your tongue already hanging out. I knew the sensations you would be giving him. You swallowed him in one stroke.
As soon as you had your mouth around him, I pulled from you. Turning the water off, I reached for the towel, and began to dry you off, listening all the while to your purring around him, and to his groans of pleasure.
"Roger," I said to him. "On the bed." It was then that you knew that this had been prearranged, a special treat for your last night in town. His hand went to yours, and he helped you from the tub and led you to the bed.
I dried myself off, as I watched him slip his slacks and under- wear. You watched him, too, anxious to get his cock back between your lips, as you crawled onto the bed. You lay on your back, looking first at me, but he walked around to the side of the bed, and you rolled over onto your side to accommodate him, facing away from me. As you took him inside you again and began to suck, I wondered if you even cared that I was there! The sounds of lust that emanated from the two of you filled the room as you sucked greedily on him, and he pumped slowly in and out of your hungry mouth.
I watched for as long as I could, slowly stroking my own cock, knowing what you were doing for him, until I could take no more. I climbed up behind you on the bed and began to fondle your breasts from behind. This stepped up your pleasure immediately, and I knew that as soon as I entered you, you would cum. I lifted your one leg with my own, and positioned my cock at your sweet entrance.
I could feel your heat, and your wetness. I teased your lips with the head of my cock as I lined myself up, and you began to moan loudly, wanting me. Then, with one smooth thrust, you were being filled at both ends! Roger felt the effect immediately. You began to suck him even harder as I stroked in and out of you, and your orgasm hit quickly.
We both held you tightly, neither moving, as you climaxed between us. It was so sexy to watch! Your body shook, your back arching, as you rode your pleasure up and over, and you groaned loudly. Then he and I began to move.
We alternated our thrusts, his tempo matching mine, as we again plumbed you deeply, and before long you were sucking him once more, hungrily, as my cock split your velvety lips. You came again, within minutes. This time, we continued our assault, even through your climax, each fucking you harder as our own excitement built.
Finally, Roger looked at me for approval, and I nodded at him. He began to fuck your face furiously, and soon he stiffened, his ass cheeks clenching as he emptied his load into your mouth. You moaned, swallowing rapidly, even as I pummeled you from behind, and by the time you had sucked him dry I was ready to unload.
I moaned, "Oh, god, honey!" and thrust into you even more rapidly, and soon I felt you tighten around me. I knew you would cum with me then, and I let go as your pussy clenched me tightly, sucking the sweet cream from deep in my balls. You screamed in pleasure as I flooded your insides, and I felt you spasm around me.
Our combined pleasure seemed never to end, and when we finally relaxed into each other's embrace, our friend had gone. I kissed you deeply, and you murmured your thanks into my mouth.
We were, as my fantasies often are, in the motel room we plan to share. It had a large, old-fashioned tub, with only a shower curtain that ran across the front. Of all things, this time I imagined me washing your hair, as you soaked in a tub full of fragrant bubbles. I was naked before the tub, on my knees, tending to you.
You had your head back, your eyes closed, as I scooped handfuls of warm water and dropped it down the sides of your face, washing the soap from your hair. You were murmuring contentedly about how good it felt to be pampered, and I bent occasionally to kiss your hot, half-opened mouth. Our tongues played with each other's, our kisses getting more and more urgent.
Once your hair was rinsed thoroughly and your face dried with a soft towel, you had me stand next to the tub, so you could suck my cock. I could imagine your mouth on me, as I have so many times, your teasing tongue working me to new levels of excitement. Your hands ran up and down my legs, which I spread widely, and one hand cupped my balls as you began to suck me harder. I worked my hips back and forth, unable to stay still, and I held your head lightly in my hands, feeling your cheeks with my thumbs, as they went concave. I slid one hand down under your chin, turning you up to me slightly, so I could watch your eyes.
Finally I couldn't stand any more, and I pulled suddenly from your lips with a soft plop. "Time to rinse," I said, and pulled you to a standing position in the tub. I pulled the drain plug and whipped the curtain closed as I got into the tub with you. You watched me closely...waiting to see what I had in mind, and I smiled at you.
"What?" I teased, and then your hand closed around my cock again, and you pulled me to you. We kissed, long and hard. My hands went to your breasts as we did, and you gently stroked your hand up and down the length of my cock, getting me hotter and harder.
"What do you want?" I teased, and you tightened your grip on me.
"Mmmmmmm, maybe this..." you said coyly. I leant over and took one of your nipples in my mouth as you teased me, tasting the tang of the soap on your skin. Yes...time to rinse.
I turned on the water, turning from you, but you refused to release your teasing grip on me, fondling my balls from between my legs as I bent to get the water just the right temperature. "Ah, god," I moaned, as you slid your soapy finger up and down the crack of my ass. Then the water hit us from above, and you retreated to the back of the tub, laughing.
I pulled you back to me, and we wrestled to keep from slipping on the soapy bottom of the tub, but now the bathwater was gone, and the fresh water from the shower bathed us in it's warm aura. Good time for another long, hot kiss! This time your arms went around my waist, and my cock slid up along your hipbone as we held each other.
Many teasing kisses later, your foot was up on the side of the tub, and my cock was inside you, as I thrust upward, my hands holding your wrists captive behind your ass. You were panting hard, and fearing for your balance. I watched your face. "Oh, god...catch me," you begged, and I tightened my arms around your waist as I continued to stroke into you.
Suddenly the shower curtain rustled behind me, and I felt the rush of cool air as someone pulled it aside.
"Getting clean, are we?" a voice said, and your eyes opened suddenly, wide in surprise. You saw the man from the front desk over my shoulder, his eyes taking in the whole scene. To your surprise and mine, I continued to thrust in and out of you, uncaring now if he saw or not, intent only on my impending climax inside of you. I was so close...
"Honey...?" Your voice was full of concern, and it brought me back to reality for a moment. I pulled from you and turned to the man, who was stroking himself through his slacks.
"Just watch," I told him, and I returned to you, taking you by the hips and turning you away from me. I pushed lightly on your back, and you bent over to take the sides of the tub in your hands, and waited for me to enter you from behind. The man moved around to get a better view.
I slid easily into your wetness, and began to slowly stroke in and out. You were getting turned on by being watched, I could tell, and I nodded at the stranger. He pulled his cock from his pants and began to stroke it as you watched. This really inflamed your lust, and you began to beg me to fuck you harder.
"That's it, darlin'," you panted, as I upped my tempo. "Oh, god, yes! Like that!" You looked at the man again, and saw he was watching your face closely, and really stroking himself now. Your eyes locked onto his cock, which was about the size of mine, but somewhat thicker, and you licked your lips as you imagined it in your mouth.
All this was not lost on me, as I watched you from behind. I knew you wanted him, and that this would make you happy. I looked at the man, and he glanced at me nervously, unsure of what I wanted him to do now. I merely nodded, and he moved to the end of the tub, offering himself to you.
You turned to me questioningly, and I told you, "Go ahead, honey. He's here for you." He took your head then, and turned your face toward his cock. I smiled as I watched your mouth open for him, your tongue already hanging out. I knew the sensations you would be giving him. You swallowed him in one stroke.
As soon as you had your mouth around him, I pulled from you. Turning the water off, I reached for the towel, and began to dry you off, listening all the while to your purring around him, and to his groans of pleasure.
"Roger," I said to him. "On the bed." It was then that you knew that this had been prearranged, a special treat for your last night in town. His hand went to yours, and he helped you from the tub and led you to the bed.
I dried myself off, as I watched him slip his slacks and under- wear. You watched him, too, anxious to get his cock back between your lips, as you crawled onto the bed. You lay on your back, looking first at me, but he walked around to the side of the bed, and you rolled over onto your side to accommodate him, facing away from me. As you took him inside you again and began to suck, I wondered if you even cared that I was there! The sounds of lust that emanated from the two of you filled the room as you sucked greedily on him, and he pumped slowly in and out of your hungry mouth.
I watched for as long as I could, slowly stroking my own cock, knowing what you were doing for him, until I could take no more. I climbed up behind you on the bed and began to fondle your breasts from behind. This stepped up your pleasure immediately, and I knew that as soon as I entered you, you would cum. I lifted your one leg with my own, and positioned my cock at your sweet entrance.
I could feel your heat, and your wetness. I teased your lips with the head of my cock as I lined myself up, and you began to moan loudly, wanting me. Then, with one smooth thrust, you were being filled at both ends! Roger felt the effect immediately. You began to suck him even harder as I stroked in and out of you, and your orgasm hit quickly.
We both held you tightly, neither moving, as you climaxed between us. It was so sexy to watch! Your body shook, your back arching, as you rode your pleasure up and over, and you groaned loudly. Then he and I began to move.
We alternated our thrusts, his tempo matching mine, as we again plumbed you deeply, and before long you were sucking him once more, hungrily, as my cock split your velvety lips. You came again, within minutes. This time, we continued our assault, even through your climax, each fucking you harder as our own excitement built.
Finally, Roger looked at me for approval, and I nodded at him. He began to fuck your face furiously, and soon he stiffened, his ass cheeks clenching as he emptied his load into your mouth. You moaned, swallowing rapidly, even as I pummeled you from behind, and by the time you had sucked him dry I was ready to unload.
I moaned, "Oh, god, honey!" and thrust into you even more rapidly, and soon I felt you tighten around me. I knew you would cum with me then, and I let go as your pussy clenched me tightly, sucking the sweet cream from deep in my balls. You screamed in pleasure as I flooded your insides, and I felt you spasm around me.
Our combined pleasure seemed never to end, and when we finally relaxed into each other's embrace, our friend had gone. I kissed you deeply, and you murmured your thanks into my mouth.
Poolside story
Poolside
He is lying on a pool chair, legs out in front of him, basking in the sun. It is humid and hot. No rain in days. The pool's water can be heard lapping near his side. Softly flowing by, his hand drifts back and forth in the cool water....drawing figure 8's with his fingers.....his mind drifting off. He hasn't had a day off in a while, and this much needed rest in the sun is perfect. In his mind, he is swirling off the waves of a distant beach, the white sands tickling his toes as he ambles through the waves as they crest and fall on the shore. This ocean water is warm, not like the pool, but his mind cannot tell the difference.
And then she moved closer. Her body rippling the pools surface as her shape breaks through the currents. Slowly approaching him, she is silent. Lowering her body deeper into the water, shoulder depth, her jaw jutted forward ready to float towards her prey, those circling fingers.... As she nears her target, she opens her pouting mouth, bares her teeth and waits for the moment when the hand stops making one figure and moves to the next. Then she attacks. Bites his index finger with her front teeth, the pull is light but intense. He doesn't struggle, he has heard her approach, smiling to himself that she has found him here by the pool. His eyes remain closed, imagining what little she is wearing. The bite has changed to a suck, which produces a larger smile on the prey, as he slowly retracts his hand from the pool, attacker attached and intact. His hand guides her out of the pool and standing next to him on the deck. Her body drips with the remaining of the liquid of the pool, creating a puddle around his chair, as it grows, and runs toward shelter, his feet get wet. She releases her jaws and sits at his feet.
She has seen his hat is adorning his loins while the rest of his body bakes in the sun to a golden bronze tone. His skin looks so soft and supple, but a bit cracked and dry at the same time. She sees a bottle of tanning oil, reaches it, and begins to apply it liberally on his thigh, then down to the ankles, one leg at a time. No one is speaking, except the pool, lapping its soft language, to no ears listening.
Satisfied with her lubrication, she spreads his feet apart on the bench, and sits between the feet. Touching her hands on his knees and squeezing slightly on them, making him open his eyes for the next intent, he is delighted to see she has worn his favorite suit, the one she keeps with her at all times. She gives him the oil, directing his hands to her massive bosom, to prepare her chest for tanning. He rubs in the oil with the hands of a well trained masseuse. Carefully outlining the curves of her shape, taking note of the differing textures and sensations to pursue, he rubs firmly, so firmly that she must lean into him for fear of loosing her perch. Her pussy is growing impatient with the owner and impulses her to move closer to her goal- the hat.
Taking the hat off his loins, and placing it on her own head, she is greeted by a smiling cock, directed up at her. Stepping over his legs one by one, turning her body away from his and placing it between his legs and chest, she sets her pussy down on his hard shaft, easing it in with perfection. Her growing smile reveals her loins delight, and the hands caressing her shape bring her to immediate orgasm. She loves it when his hands take her from behind, it always produces extremely satisfying results. Standing up slightly to allow the cock some air, the friction of the bodies is easy to be felt, she plunges down harder on his anxious pole. Repeating these moves, the juices of her vault proceed in multitude, causing squishing and squeaking noises from their joining.
His hands are all over her tits. Grabbing the nipples between his strong fingers, they instantly stand at attention, begging for release. Rock hard, the breasts seize slightly under the pressure. He bows his head onto her neck, kissing her lightly. She tips her head back to cradle his efforts...pleading for more. She cums again. Cock riding, juices flowing, balls growing, people moaning in delight. His hands hit her harder as the impulses begin to churn in his groin. Rhythmically he times his rejoices in his groins to those of his hands, together pleasing them both. He is close to cumming, and stops his movements.
He grabs her by the shoulders, and lies her back on the chair, lying then on top of her, her legs spread eagle around his waist. Pumping and churning deeper still into her hole, his cock is growing. He can feel the chasms building as he maneuvers on top of her. He opens his eyes and sees her smiling up at him. Her hands reach for the cool water in the pool, and drenches them with the refreshing fluids. Their bodies doubly glistening from their efforts and the chlorine. His ass moves through the air, up and down, back and forth, even sideways as he attempts to reach her mouth with his cock, by way of her pussy. She is so wet, her pussy is cleansing the oil from her labors off of him, mixing into a strange solution as seen on his legs.
He is close to cumming and she can sense it. She pulls herself up to sitting, flips his legs over behind her ass, and begins to sit on top of his cock, while he lays stunned and gazes at her. Never before has any woman moved so fluidly, and with such fucking grace, from one position to the next, he wonders where he will finally fuck her. And then he can see, she is guiding him into the pool, to fuck under the currents of the depths beside them. Easing herself off of him, backing her ass away, pointing at her empty pussy, curling her fingers to make him follow, he is lead by his huge fucking cock. More buoyant as one, they float together, rejoined in the pool, causing new ripples and currents in the water, as it laps along the edges of the foundation.
The coolness of the water refreshes their warm bodies, prolonging their fucking and longing for the climax. Anchored on the side of the pool, her arms out like a T, her legs spread floating out before her. On his stomach, floating there in front of her pussy, he eats and drinks her in. His tongue explores her hidden caverns, searching for that one spot that brings her to ecstasy. Sensing he is close, he looks up at her for direction, but gets none orally. He can see plainly on her face that he is already at that junction, between pleasure and delight, her face has given her away. He sucks with force, seeing her devoured from his view. His cock grows harder still, and craves her loins once more.
Grabbing the ornate detailing at the edge of the pool for leverage, he places his cock once more in that warm wet pussy he loves so much. Draped on top of her, his arms holding steady just above her own, he rams his cock deeper still into her awaiting hole. They are both close now, the rocking of their bodies has created waves of love in the pool. Pulsing with the joy of a good fuck, his balls begin to churn his love juice, shooting it further, and filling his hard cock with his efforts. He is ready to explode, and looks down on His prey....he leans forward to kiss her at the moment of climax. Holding onto her face and the side of the pool, he releases his load, again and again and again,.....spilling out of her into the light blue sea in the pool. A small trail of creamy honey is released from the lovers as the lay together, joined at the groin, fucking as one body. They remain kissing with the passion of life long lovers, the waves of their movements bubbling past their entwined bodies, caressing them, cooling them, and finally joining them.
Poolside
by Rachel Baldwin ©
He is lying on a pool chair, legs out in front of him, basking in the sun. It is humid and hot. No rain in days. The pool's water can be heard lapping near his side. Softly flowing by, his hand drifts back and forth in the cool water....drawing figure 8's with his fingers.....his mind drifting off. He hasn't had a day off in a while, and this much needed rest in the sun is perfect. In his mind, he is swirling off the waves of a distant beach, the white sands tickling his toes as he ambles through the waves as they crest and fall on the shore. This ocean water is warm, not like the pool, but his mind cannot tell the difference.
And then she moved closer. Her body rippling the pools surface as her shape breaks through the currents. Slowly approaching him, she is silent. Lowering her body deeper into the water, shoulder depth, her jaw jutted forward ready to float towards her prey, those circling fingers.... As she nears her target, she opens her pouting mouth, bares her teeth and waits for the moment when the hand stops making one figure and moves to the next. Then she attacks. Bites his index finger with her front teeth, the pull is light but intense. He doesn't struggle, he has heard her approach, smiling to himself that she has found him here by the pool. His eyes remain closed, imagining what little she is wearing. The bite has changed to a suck, which produces a larger smile on the prey, as he slowly retracts his hand from the pool, attacker attached and intact. His hand guides her out of the pool and standing next to him on the deck. Her body drips with the remaining of the liquid of the pool, creating a puddle around his chair, as it grows, and runs toward shelter, his feet get wet. She releases her jaws and sits at his feet.
She has seen his hat is adorning his loins while the rest of his body bakes in the sun to a golden bronze tone. His skin looks so soft and supple, but a bit cracked and dry at the same time. She sees a bottle of tanning oil, reaches it, and begins to apply it liberally on his thigh, then down to the ankles, one leg at a time. No one is speaking, except the pool, lapping its soft language, to no ears listening.
Satisfied with her lubrication, she spreads his feet apart on the bench, and sits between the feet. Touching her hands on his knees and squeezing slightly on them, making him open his eyes for the next intent, he is delighted to see she has worn his favorite suit, the one she keeps with her at all times. She gives him the oil, directing his hands to her massive bosom, to prepare her chest for tanning. He rubs in the oil with the hands of a well trained masseuse. Carefully outlining the curves of her shape, taking note of the differing textures and sensations to pursue, he rubs firmly, so firmly that she must lean into him for fear of loosing her perch. Her pussy is growing impatient with the owner and impulses her to move closer to her goal- the hat.
Taking the hat off his loins, and placing it on her own head, she is greeted by a smiling cock, directed up at her. Stepping over his legs one by one, turning her body away from his and placing it between his legs and chest, she sets her pussy down on his hard shaft, easing it in with perfection. Her growing smile reveals her loins delight, and the hands caressing her shape bring her to immediate orgasm. She loves it when his hands take her from behind, it always produces extremely satisfying results. Standing up slightly to allow the cock some air, the friction of the bodies is easy to be felt, she plunges down harder on his anxious pole. Repeating these moves, the juices of her vault proceed in multitude, causing squishing and squeaking noises from their joining.
His hands are all over her tits. Grabbing the nipples between his strong fingers, they instantly stand at attention, begging for release. Rock hard, the breasts seize slightly under the pressure. He bows his head onto her neck, kissing her lightly. She tips her head back to cradle his efforts...pleading for more. She cums again. Cock riding, juices flowing, balls growing, people moaning in delight. His hands hit her harder as the impulses begin to churn in his groin. Rhythmically he times his rejoices in his groins to those of his hands, together pleasing them both. He is close to cumming, and stops his movements.
He grabs her by the shoulders, and lies her back on the chair, lying then on top of her, her legs spread eagle around his waist. Pumping and churning deeper still into her hole, his cock is growing. He can feel the chasms building as he maneuvers on top of her. He opens his eyes and sees her smiling up at him. Her hands reach for the cool water in the pool, and drenches them with the refreshing fluids. Their bodies doubly glistening from their efforts and the chlorine. His ass moves through the air, up and down, back and forth, even sideways as he attempts to reach her mouth with his cock, by way of her pussy. She is so wet, her pussy is cleansing the oil from her labors off of him, mixing into a strange solution as seen on his legs.
He is close to cumming and she can sense it. She pulls herself up to sitting, flips his legs over behind her ass, and begins to sit on top of his cock, while he lays stunned and gazes at her. Never before has any woman moved so fluidly, and with such fucking grace, from one position to the next, he wonders where he will finally fuck her. And then he can see, she is guiding him into the pool, to fuck under the currents of the depths beside them. Easing herself off of him, backing her ass away, pointing at her empty pussy, curling her fingers to make him follow, he is lead by his huge fucking cock. More buoyant as one, they float together, rejoined in the pool, causing new ripples and currents in the water, as it laps along the edges of the foundation.
The coolness of the water refreshes their warm bodies, prolonging their fucking and longing for the climax. Anchored on the side of the pool, her arms out like a T, her legs spread floating out before her. On his stomach, floating there in front of her pussy, he eats and drinks her in. His tongue explores her hidden caverns, searching for that one spot that brings her to ecstasy. Sensing he is close, he looks up at her for direction, but gets none orally. He can see plainly on her face that he is already at that junction, between pleasure and delight, her face has given her away. He sucks with force, seeing her devoured from his view. His cock grows harder still, and craves her loins once more.
Grabbing the ornate detailing at the edge of the pool for leverage, he places his cock once more in that warm wet pussy he loves so much. Draped on top of her, his arms holding steady just above her own, he rams his cock deeper still into her awaiting hole. They are both close now, the rocking of their bodies has created waves of love in the pool. Pulsing with the joy of a good fuck, his balls begin to churn his love juice, shooting it further, and filling his hard cock with his efforts. He is ready to explode, and looks down on His prey....he leans forward to kiss her at the moment of climax. Holding onto her face and the side of the pool, he releases his load, again and again and again,.....spilling out of her into the light blue sea in the pool. A small trail of creamy honey is released from the lovers as the lay together, joined at the groin, fucking as one body. They remain kissing with the passion of life long lovers, the waves of their movements bubbling past their entwined bodies, caressing them, cooling them, and finally joining them.
He is lying on a pool chair, legs out in front of him, basking in the sun. It is humid and hot. No rain in days. The pool's water can be heard lapping near his side. Softly flowing by, his hand drifts back and forth in the cool water....drawing figure 8's with his fingers.....his mind drifting off. He hasn't had a day off in a while, and this much needed rest in the sun is perfect. In his mind, he is swirling off the waves of a distant beach, the white sands tickling his toes as he ambles through the waves as they crest and fall on the shore. This ocean water is warm, not like the pool, but his mind cannot tell the difference.
And then she moved closer. Her body rippling the pools surface as her shape breaks through the currents. Slowly approaching him, she is silent. Lowering her body deeper into the water, shoulder depth, her jaw jutted forward ready to float towards her prey, those circling fingers.... As she nears her target, she opens her pouting mouth, bares her teeth and waits for the moment when the hand stops making one figure and moves to the next. Then she attacks. Bites his index finger with her front teeth, the pull is light but intense. He doesn't struggle, he has heard her approach, smiling to himself that she has found him here by the pool. His eyes remain closed, imagining what little she is wearing. The bite has changed to a suck, which produces a larger smile on the prey, as he slowly retracts his hand from the pool, attacker attached and intact. His hand guides her out of the pool and standing next to him on the deck. Her body drips with the remaining of the liquid of the pool, creating a puddle around his chair, as it grows, and runs toward shelter, his feet get wet. She releases her jaws and sits at his feet.
She has seen his hat is adorning his loins while the rest of his body bakes in the sun to a golden bronze tone. His skin looks so soft and supple, but a bit cracked and dry at the same time. She sees a bottle of tanning oil, reaches it, and begins to apply it liberally on his thigh, then down to the ankles, one leg at a time. No one is speaking, except the pool, lapping its soft language, to no ears listening.
Satisfied with her lubrication, she spreads his feet apart on the bench, and sits between the feet. Touching her hands on his knees and squeezing slightly on them, making him open his eyes for the next intent, he is delighted to see she has worn his favorite suit, the one she keeps with her at all times. She gives him the oil, directing his hands to her massive bosom, to prepare her chest for tanning. He rubs in the oil with the hands of a well trained masseuse. Carefully outlining the curves of her shape, taking note of the differing textures and sensations to pursue, he rubs firmly, so firmly that she must lean into him for fear of loosing her perch. Her pussy is growing impatient with the owner and impulses her to move closer to her goal- the hat.
Taking the hat off his loins, and placing it on her own head, she is greeted by a smiling cock, directed up at her. Stepping over his legs one by one, turning her body away from his and placing it between his legs and chest, she sets her pussy down on his hard shaft, easing it in with perfection. Her growing smile reveals her loins delight, and the hands caressing her shape bring her to immediate orgasm. She loves it when his hands take her from behind, it always produces extremely satisfying results. Standing up slightly to allow the cock some air, the friction of the bodies is easy to be felt, she plunges down harder on his anxious pole. Repeating these moves, the juices of her vault proceed in multitude, causing squishing and squeaking noises from their joining.
His hands are all over her tits. Grabbing the nipples between his strong fingers, they instantly stand at attention, begging for release. Rock hard, the breasts seize slightly under the pressure. He bows his head onto her neck, kissing her lightly. She tips her head back to cradle his efforts...pleading for more. She cums again. Cock riding, juices flowing, balls growing, people moaning in delight. His hands hit her harder as the impulses begin to churn in his groin. Rhythmically he times his rejoices in his groins to those of his hands, together pleasing them both. He is close to cumming, and stops his movements.
He grabs her by the shoulders, and lies her back on the chair, lying then on top of her, her legs spread eagle around his waist. Pumping and churning deeper still into her hole, his cock is growing. He can feel the chasms building as he maneuvers on top of her. He opens his eyes and sees her smiling up at him. Her hands reach for the cool water in the pool, and drenches them with the refreshing fluids. Their bodies doubly glistening from their efforts and the chlorine. His ass moves through the air, up and down, back and forth, even sideways as he attempts to reach her mouth with his cock, by way of her pussy. She is so wet, her pussy is cleansing the oil from her labors off of him, mixing into a strange solution as seen on his legs.
He is close to cumming and she can sense it. She pulls herself up to sitting, flips his legs over behind her ass, and begins to sit on top of his cock, while he lays stunned and gazes at her. Never before has any woman moved so fluidly, and with such fucking grace, from one position to the next, he wonders where he will finally fuck her. And then he can see, she is guiding him into the pool, to fuck under the currents of the depths beside them. Easing herself off of him, backing her ass away, pointing at her empty pussy, curling her fingers to make him follow, he is lead by his huge fucking cock. More buoyant as one, they float together, rejoined in the pool, causing new ripples and currents in the water, as it laps along the edges of the foundation.
The coolness of the water refreshes their warm bodies, prolonging their fucking and longing for the climax. Anchored on the side of the pool, her arms out like a T, her legs spread floating out before her. On his stomach, floating there in front of her pussy, he eats and drinks her in. His tongue explores her hidden caverns, searching for that one spot that brings her to ecstasy. Sensing he is close, he looks up at her for direction, but gets none orally. He can see plainly on her face that he is already at that junction, between pleasure and delight, her face has given her away. He sucks with force, seeing her devoured from his view. His cock grows harder still, and craves her loins once more.
Grabbing the ornate detailing at the edge of the pool for leverage, he places his cock once more in that warm wet pussy he loves so much. Draped on top of her, his arms holding steady just above her own, he rams his cock deeper still into her awaiting hole. They are both close now, the rocking of their bodies has created waves of love in the pool. Pulsing with the joy of a good fuck, his balls begin to churn his love juice, shooting it further, and filling his hard cock with his efforts. He is ready to explode, and looks down on His prey....he leans forward to kiss her at the moment of climax. Holding onto her face and the side of the pool, he releases his load, again and again and again,.....spilling out of her into the light blue sea in the pool. A small trail of creamy honey is released from the lovers as the lay together, joined at the groin, fucking as one body. They remain kissing with the passion of life long lovers, the waves of their movements bubbling past their entwined bodies, caressing them, cooling them, and finally joining them.
Poolside
by Rachel Baldwin ©
He is lying on a pool chair, legs out in front of him, basking in the sun. It is humid and hot. No rain in days. The pool's water can be heard lapping near his side. Softly flowing by, his hand drifts back and forth in the cool water....drawing figure 8's with his fingers.....his mind drifting off. He hasn't had a day off in a while, and this much needed rest in the sun is perfect. In his mind, he is swirling off the waves of a distant beach, the white sands tickling his toes as he ambles through the waves as they crest and fall on the shore. This ocean water is warm, not like the pool, but his mind cannot tell the difference.
And then she moved closer. Her body rippling the pools surface as her shape breaks through the currents. Slowly approaching him, she is silent. Lowering her body deeper into the water, shoulder depth, her jaw jutted forward ready to float towards her prey, those circling fingers.... As she nears her target, she opens her pouting mouth, bares her teeth and waits for the moment when the hand stops making one figure and moves to the next. Then she attacks. Bites his index finger with her front teeth, the pull is light but intense. He doesn't struggle, he has heard her approach, smiling to himself that she has found him here by the pool. His eyes remain closed, imagining what little she is wearing. The bite has changed to a suck, which produces a larger smile on the prey, as he slowly retracts his hand from the pool, attacker attached and intact. His hand guides her out of the pool and standing next to him on the deck. Her body drips with the remaining of the liquid of the pool, creating a puddle around his chair, as it grows, and runs toward shelter, his feet get wet. She releases her jaws and sits at his feet.
She has seen his hat is adorning his loins while the rest of his body bakes in the sun to a golden bronze tone. His skin looks so soft and supple, but a bit cracked and dry at the same time. She sees a bottle of tanning oil, reaches it, and begins to apply it liberally on his thigh, then down to the ankles, one leg at a time. No one is speaking, except the pool, lapping its soft language, to no ears listening.
Satisfied with her lubrication, she spreads his feet apart on the bench, and sits between the feet. Touching her hands on his knees and squeezing slightly on them, making him open his eyes for the next intent, he is delighted to see she has worn his favorite suit, the one she keeps with her at all times. She gives him the oil, directing his hands to her massive bosom, to prepare her chest for tanning. He rubs in the oil with the hands of a well trained masseuse. Carefully outlining the curves of her shape, taking note of the differing textures and sensations to pursue, he rubs firmly, so firmly that she must lean into him for fear of loosing her perch. Her pussy is growing impatient with the owner and impulses her to move closer to her goal- the hat.
Taking the hat off his loins, and placing it on her own head, she is greeted by a smiling cock, directed up at her. Stepping over his legs one by one, turning her body away from his and placing it between his legs and chest, she sets her pussy down on his hard shaft, easing it in with perfection. Her growing smile reveals her loins delight, and the hands caressing her shape bring her to immediate orgasm. She loves it when his hands take her from behind, it always produces extremely satisfying results. Standing up slightly to allow the cock some air, the friction of the bodies is easy to be felt, she plunges down harder on his anxious pole. Repeating these moves, the juices of her vault proceed in multitude, causing squishing and squeaking noises from their joining.
His hands are all over her tits. Grabbing the nipples between his strong fingers, they instantly stand at attention, begging for release. Rock hard, the breasts seize slightly under the pressure. He bows his head onto her neck, kissing her lightly. She tips her head back to cradle his efforts...pleading for more. She cums again. Cock riding, juices flowing, balls growing, people moaning in delight. His hands hit her harder as the impulses begin to churn in his groin. Rhythmically he times his rejoices in his groins to those of his hands, together pleasing them both. He is close to cumming, and stops his movements.
He grabs her by the shoulders, and lies her back on the chair, lying then on top of her, her legs spread eagle around his waist. Pumping and churning deeper still into her hole, his cock is growing. He can feel the chasms building as he maneuvers on top of her. He opens his eyes and sees her smiling up at him. Her hands reach for the cool water in the pool, and drenches them with the refreshing fluids. Their bodies doubly glistening from their efforts and the chlorine. His ass moves through the air, up and down, back and forth, even sideways as he attempts to reach her mouth with his cock, by way of her pussy. She is so wet, her pussy is cleansing the oil from her labors off of him, mixing into a strange solution as seen on his legs.
He is close to cumming and she can sense it. She pulls herself up to sitting, flips his legs over behind her ass, and begins to sit on top of his cock, while he lays stunned and gazes at her. Never before has any woman moved so fluidly, and with such fucking grace, from one position to the next, he wonders where he will finally fuck her. And then he can see, she is guiding him into the pool, to fuck under the currents of the depths beside them. Easing herself off of him, backing her ass away, pointing at her empty pussy, curling her fingers to make him follow, he is lead by his huge fucking cock. More buoyant as one, they float together, rejoined in the pool, causing new ripples and currents in the water, as it laps along the edges of the foundation.
The coolness of the water refreshes their warm bodies, prolonging their fucking and longing for the climax. Anchored on the side of the pool, her arms out like a T, her legs spread floating out before her. On his stomach, floating there in front of her pussy, he eats and drinks her in. His tongue explores her hidden caverns, searching for that one spot that brings her to ecstasy. Sensing he is close, he looks up at her for direction, but gets none orally. He can see plainly on her face that he is already at that junction, between pleasure and delight, her face has given her away. He sucks with force, seeing her devoured from his view. His cock grows harder still, and craves her loins once more.
Grabbing the ornate detailing at the edge of the pool for leverage, he places his cock once more in that warm wet pussy he loves so much. Draped on top of her, his arms holding steady just above her own, he rams his cock deeper still into her awaiting hole. They are both close now, the rocking of their bodies has created waves of love in the pool. Pulsing with the joy of a good fuck, his balls begin to churn his love juice, shooting it further, and filling his hard cock with his efforts. He is ready to explode, and looks down on His prey....he leans forward to kiss her at the moment of climax. Holding onto her face and the side of the pool, he releases his load, again and again and again,.....spilling out of her into the light blue sea in the pool. A small trail of creamy honey is released from the lovers as the lay together, joined at the groin, fucking as one body. They remain kissing with the passion of life long lovers, the waves of their movements bubbling past their entwined bodies, caressing them, cooling them, and finally joining them.
Outdoor sex story
Dogging
For those of you not familiar with the British 'pastime' of 'Dogging' let me explain that it involves numbers of people meeting up in secluded public carparks for sexual frolics. It's become a bit of a cultural cliché over here, with the tabloid image of seedy loners and old slappers getting down and dirty in dreary locations in the dead of night.
But as I found this summer, that can be pretty far from the exciting truth now that a new generation of 'doggers' is emerging. Bear with this tale; I think you'll get a buzz, as we did. . .
Kent is known as the garden of England - a somewhat dubious monicker given the weather variations - but at the beginning of this summer with a heatwave scorching all and sundry my 29 year-old wife Lucy and I visited friends down there.
After one particularly heavy night and with our friends having family commitments, the following day Lucy and I took a bus into the lush green countryside and decided to make our way back to the town via the many country pubs and beer gardens.
After an afternoon's drinking under the vibrant sun, we were pretty merry after dinner and found ourselves budging up our wooden bench-seats at our table in a crowded beer garden to give another couple some room.
We made smalltalk with Richard and Chloe- a tall brunette with a very fine figure, full in all the right places I ascertained with my many glances down at her chest straining her tight white vest-top.
He was an amiable bloke who worked in the city but had taken the weekend off to come down to Kent in pursuit of their hobby. I never immediately pursued the 'hobby' inquiry, not wanting to appear too nosey, and preferring to watch his wife chat to mine - both girls had dark locks, my Lucy's ringleted where her hair lay on her shoulders, Chloe's straight, falling halfway down her back; Lucy has big green eyes, a natural full pout and softer features, while Chloe's sparkling blue orbs and dazzling smile lit up her tanned face. They were a pair who attracted plenty of unsolicited male attention from the surrounding tables.
Because of the heat, Lucy wore a fitted red T-shirt which clung to her prominent 36C tits and a white pair of shorts, finishing halfway down her long thighs. I hadn't noticed what Chloe had complimented her skimpy vest-top with until she stood to get some more drinks and revealed a shapely pair of pins beneath a short denim mini-skirt. Her tight little ass swayed provocatively as she sauntered into the bar.
While she was gone Chloe eventually asked out of politeness exactly what this 'hobby' was that Richard had chosen to travel to Kent for.
I nearly choked on my beer when he replied with a cool smile, "Dogging."
Lucy just sat with a blank expression and a question in her eyes as Richard found amusement in my reaction.
"You're not quite sure what dogging is?" Richard asked her.
"Well. . .No," Lucy answered with a sheepish smile. "I've never heard of it; although I think Andy might have. . ." She glared at me.
Richard laughed. He was a rugged guy, about my height - just under six feet - with a touch of grey around his dark temples. I reckoned he was mid-late thirties, while Chloe was more our age; late twenties.
Chloe arrived back with drinks before Richard chose to give Lucy and answer. Instead, he told Chloe what was up and she beamed at Lucy. "You really don't know? Well. . .It's sort of like a lot of people get together, mostly at night but in summer it can be early evening. . .Well, we all meet up in car parks, and, well, things can get exciting, you know? Like, maybe some people will have sex and others get off watching, or sometimes join in. .. "
Lucy looked mindblown. She had been quite reserved about sex - I think I was only the third guy to ever see her naked, and the second to screw her. The odd one out, carnally, would have been her doctor. . .
That was when we married. Since then a one-off bit of wild, boozed-up fun after a wedding had been her only 'bacchanalian' behaviour. I wrote about Lucy losing her inhibitions in a previous recollection entitled, 'lapdancing'.
Back at the beer garden table, when Lucy eventually shut her gaping mouth, Chloe added, "It really is a lot of fun. You never thought about trying it?"
She looked at me, her beautiful smile making me scream 'YES!' inside, but I held my composure through my beer-fugue and shrugged, "Nah, never. Reckoned it was only old geezers and strange loners who did it. . .No offence, you know?"
"Nope, don't worry about that," said Richard. "You'd be amazed. Loads of young folk doing it for a laugh now. I mean, since the weather got so warm, we've seen some real antics, eh Chloe?"
She concurred.
Lucy started to ask questions, seemingly fascinated. Most were directed at Chloe, loads about the men, what they did. When Chloe told her about the number of good-looking guys she'd seen wanking openly, I saw Lucy's expression intensify and her eyes mist a bit - I knew that watching a man wank was one of her big turn-ons; we'd seen enough porn together where she'd gotten extremely hot at those group scenes with the blokes jerking and watching the women; and during our wedding after-party adventure in 'Lapdancing' she'd been buzzed by the cocks on show then, too.
A realisation dawned - it had been running through my head ever since the word dogging was mentioned and my reptilian brain began throwing up images of Chloe in sexual situations - and Lucy asked them tentatively, with awe, if they got 'involved'.
"Of course," shrieked Chloe, "That's all the fun!"
Then Richard made my heart race like no man ever has - or, given my red-blooded hetero-ness, I thought possible! - when he proposed, "Why don't you guys come along with us tonight and see for yourselves? You can just watch the antics. I've got plenty room in our 4x4 for a couple of rookies. . ."
He grinned and I put it all together - I hadn't seen him with a beer; just orange, then a coke. He was driving. Of course, they'd stopped off so Chloe could get some resolve from a couple of large wines on their way out for some fun.
My mouth went dry. I looked cautiously at Lucy. She was wide-eyed, looking a bit like a goldfish that's just realised its world's a glass bowl with nowhere else to go. She was stumped for an excuse.
Richard even headed any off at the pass when he offered, "Don't worry about transport home - I'll run you back to wherever you're staying after the fun's up. Fancy being a couple of interested observers for the evening?"
"If you want. . .For a laugh. . ." I said to Lucy.
Chloe egged her on as well, telling her what a kink it was to see people acting all horny. Lucy kind of nodded, and Richard chose the moment to get up and declare it time to get a move on; things were starting earlier in this heat, he confirmed, and we wouldn't want to miss anything, would we?
I guzzled my beer and locked eyes with Lucy as she downed her vodka. She just raised her brows and got up with a nervous smile.
It only took five minutes drive in Richard's spacious offroader to find ourselves heading up a track off the main highway. It was the way into some country park and opened up into a grove half the size of a football pitch; a little carpark, enclosed by trees and lit warmly by the evening sun. To my surprise there were a good half-dozen other cars there. Richard paused, asking Chloe where she wanted to go.
She pointed over to a flatbed jeep which appeared to have some people in conversation around it. He drove over slowly, pulling up alongside.
Lucy gasped, "Oh my God. . ." - the jeep was on her side of Richard's car and both she and Chloe - in the front passenger seat of course - had a great view down. I leaned over and admit I too got a shock as a burst of adrenalin shot through me. On the flat open back of the jeep a guy who was no older than us was sitting with his arms around his wife, or girlfriend - you don't check rings at moments like that - who was leaning with her back against him, facing out at three blokes who had gathered around the back of the jeep's open tailgate, cocks in hand, pulling slowly as they stared at her.
What was so interesting them was the fact that this attractive blonde thirtysomething had her skirt rucked up around her waist and her legs splayed wide apart with no panties to be seen. What was on display was a smooth-shaven pussy, lips swollen and reddened, her winking slit glistening with juices caught in the evening sunlight. Her man had her top lifted and was rolling a pair of very stiff nipples in his fingers while he kneaded her small tits and watched on.
The wankers shot our vehicle a few anxious glances but soon relaxed, even briskened their strokes, when they caught sight of Lucy and Chloe at the windows.
"Wow!" Chloe squealed, and shot at Lucy, "I told you there was some fun, didn't I?"
Richard lowered the girls' windows and the sounds of soft feminine moaning drifted in. The blonde wore a glazed look as she gazed at us with hooded eyes. One hand strayed to her pussy and her fingers got busy. I swear she locked eyes with me for a few moments - I'm not imagining it because I distinctly remember the erotic shock zipping straight to my dick and tenting my jeans.
The blonde girl worked up a rhythm and her free hand disappeared behind her, no doubt to get a handful of her man's hard cock. Now and then I heard the juicy retort of a horny pussy being fingered.
Lucy and Chloe spoke in whispers:
Lucy: "Does this happen all the time?"
Chloe: "Oh, yeah. . .Just look at those guy swank. Hot isn't it?"
Lucy didn't answer, but she shuffled uncomfortably in her seat beside me.
Then Chloe nodded across the carpark, "Looks like this is where the action is tonight. Here come some more."
I saw figures approaching. Two blokes moving independently of each other, and a couple. Then another car drew up on the opposite side of the jeep from us; a top-of-the-range Merc. I saw a very classy lady gaze out at the scene, her exquisite, defined features, make-up and general appearance speaking volumes. The car door opened to reveal her sitting side-saddle, facing out wearing a dark fitted pencil-skirt. I was pretty shocked to note her black blouse was open, her lacy bra supporting a couple of rosy-nippled breasts that were free of their cups. She flicked her brown, shoulder-length hair back off her face, took in the jeep scene and gazed hungrily at the guys' dicks. Her husband reached round her and slowly began to raise her skirt.
The wankers switched their attentions between the jeep and the Merc. If the two women had any qualms about audience figures, they were soon assuaged by the arrival of the two new guys from across the carpark. They were younger- early twenties - and Chloe quipped, "Hey, Lucy, here's some top totty for us!"
Lucy giggled, but I recognised the signs of attraction. Each guy looked pretty fit, groomed, although they were strangers to one another.
One of them stopped right at Mrs.Merc's door. No shortage of confidence as he unbuttoned his flies and took out a hardening length of meat.
Chloe moaned; Richard slid a hand over though I couldn't see what part of her he was touching because of the seat-back. Lucy gaped again in shock, but tinged with interest.
The second guy lingered at the back of the jeep, looking over at the Merc and at us. I felt Lucy flinch as his gaze roamed over our 4x4, and then Chloe upped the stakes by clicking opened her door, though not opening it fully.
"Chloe!" Lucy hissed, breathless.
"You don't think I'm going to deprive that lovely meat of some stimulation, do you?" she said with a great dazzling smile.
My dick pulsed.
The other couple we'd seen tailing the two young men arrived on foot. A large bloke, looking like a bodybuilder gone a bit to seed, and the girl a slim brunette with a short bob and a cute, tan face. She had a little bra-top on holding a fine pair of bobbing tits and a matching white mini-skirt and sandals. Being a bit of a leg man I was pleased to note a toned pair of pins carrying that appetising frame.
She looked about as nervous as Lucy, I thought, but then realised I'd maybe been mistaken and that it was sexual tension I was seeing - she led her man up to the action and placed him right beside the original three jerkers.
Then, to my delight and surprise, she knelt, pulled out his fat cock and began to suck whilst watching the guys wank only feet from her face. The big bloke reached down and freed her fine high tits for our delectation and I rubbed myself slyly as they began to judder whilst she blew him.
In the Merc, that refined lady was losing a bit of her dignity as her skirt rose to reveal a fine full pussy, neatly shaved to leave only a brown landing strip above a puffy slit. Her hubby began to finger it and she groaned loudly. The newcoming young guy had his dick at full mast and beat it furiously. She responded by opening her legs to allow full sight of her flushed cunt. As her husband's fingers delved inside, Chloe muttered, "Right, that's it," and kicked her door open.
Lucy actually recoiled a bit in shock, bumping into me. Of course, my cock was rock-hard and she felt it prod her back. She looked round, shocked, but it melted into a wicked grin. "You dirty sod," she whispered, "This pervy stuff getting to you?"
"And not to you?" I asked back.
She just smiled wanly and turned back to the action. With another sharp intake of breath.
Chloe had the door open fully and was gaining some attention. Another single guy had appeared round her side of the car. He seemingly only had eyes for her and was in the act of extracting his member.
On the jeep flatbed, the guy moved into the doggy position and started to hump the blonde. Her little tits shuddered delightfully as he pounded into her. Two of the original jerkers squeezed forward against the back of the jeep, bringing their cocks to within inches of the blonde's lust-filled face. She reached out and grabbed one.
Lucy said quietly, "Oh my God she's going to wank him off. . ."
The third original, however, joined our newcomer in giving his undivided attention to Chloe.
I wanted - badly - to see what she was getting up to in the passenger seat. I saw her hand snake across the gap and delve into Richard's lap. So did Lucy. I strained forward, looking through and saw a beautiful sight - Chloe's lovely full tits out of her vest-top, it pulled down to show off her toned smooth torso. I reckoned her chest even bigger than my Lucy's 36cs, and full with it. Her nipples were surprisingly small in comparison to her abundant tit-flesh - two little brown caps, but hard as studs.
Then Richard hauled her denim mini right up. She wore a pair of lace panties, high-cut, tantalisingly see-through in places. That was my only complaint about dogging - if you're not in the right position, the view can be a pain. I wanted to be in the jerkers' place - looking right up at Chloe as she displayed herself. But right then I settled for the over-the shoulder shot.
Chloe shot Lucy a devilish grin and said, "Look at all those hard cocks Lucy. . .Want to see this hot sod's meat?"
She meant the younger bloke who'd turned up but as yet was not revealing anything, albeit there was a distinctive bulge in his denims as her stood only a few feet away in front of Chloe.
"Hey, hot stuff, take my panties off for me. . ."
Lucy just about choked in shock as Chloe ordered the guy. He stepped up with a grin as wide as the big blue sky above and did as she asked. He sniffed them, then tossed them in to Richard.
Looking down, I got a delicious view of Chloe's naked mound - bare, I noted, waxed clean of hair, shining in the mellow light. Then she hooked a leg up on the dashboard and let the other dangle free, totally open to voyeuristic appetites.
The latest bloke pulled at his firm dick, looking at Chloe's bared pussy. Her rubbed precum around the shaft, saw Lucy watching intently, smiled and jerked faster.
Beside me, Lucy's breath quickened. She kept cursing to herself under it; disbelief, arousal. Her eyes flitted to the front - she saw Chloe's fingers free Richard's impressive cock and manipulate it. Lucy stared at his rampant, circumcised dick. Then she reached for mine, found it, worked her fingers into my flies, wrapped her hand around it.
Thank fuck for that; two seconds later and I was going to have to get it out myself anyway.
On the jeep the blonde shrieked expletives in an obvious and thrilling orgasm. Suddenly, the guy she was wanking came too, shooting some cum onto her chin. She laughed , milked him dry, then leaned just a bit further forward and took the other cock in her mouth.
Lucy wriggled, slowly jerked me. I reached round, fondled her firm tits - her nipples were like diamonds, felt even harder than my cock. I looked over at the Merc. She was sucking off the young guy. Her hubby had come out and round beside him to jerk his own dick against his wife's face too. She was fingering herself, moaning in rhythm with their tryst.
Suddenly, my attention was snapped back - by my own wife as she took hold of my hand and ran it from her tits down to her crotch. So she was that horny, was she? Lucy groaned with lust; I followed her gaze, no longer on Richard's cock but now on the younger bloke who'd removed Chloe's panties. Chloe was rubbing at her pussy while Richard continued to tease her tits.
The young guy was the centre of the girls' attention - he opened the fly of his jeans with a very wry grin and produced a slab of meat any bloke would have been proud of.
It looked like a damn fresh catch at a salmon farm. He wanked it up, growing it to a good nine inches by any quick guess.
Chloe cooed, "Oh yes, baby. . .Oh yes, wank it for me. . ."
Lucy was wrestling with her emotions - fiercely in the grip of hitherto rarely-known overt lust and yet staunchly maintaining some kind of reserve, continually telling herself aloud that she didn't believe this was happening, peppered with plenty of 'Oh God's.
Then the blonde in the jeep fell forward, exhausted, leaving her man kneeling there, big dick in hand, gazing over at us. He had a cock-ring, a silver band protruding from the head of his member - a 'Prince Albert' ; looked fucking painful I can tell you.
The other two guys - the original wankers, followed his gaze, one of them now working his spent cock back up, the other surely on the brink of cumming.
Lucy shuddered with pleasure as I began to unbutton her shorts. The guys' eyes were mainly on Chloe's bare pussy of course, but they knew damn well there was a hottie behind the back door too, whom they could see through he window space..
My hand slipped into her panties - they were soaking wet. My fingers found her thick bud of a clit solid and slick and her hole sopping with desire. Her whole body quivered, a spasm shooting through her as I rolled her clit and sunk a finger in deep. She made a guttural sound that attracted attention.
"Hey, Lucy's getting into it!" Chloe said with lustful glee.
Richard, looked right round the seat, heightening Lucy's response. She ground on my fingers as his eyes roamed over her body.
"Pity she's all covered up," he smiled, looking right into her eyes.
She gasped, lifted her hips forward as more juice flooded over my twisted hand. She jerked her head back, actually going through a small orgasm with her yes tight shut.
Richard winked at me, said, "Man, I'd love to look at her awesome body and wank for her. . ."
That was the best trigger-pulling line I've heard. Lucy groaned, gasped, "Okay, let him see me, dammit!" as she finally overcame her inhibitions.
I lifted her T-shirt, took it right of fin one movement which shocked her. She opened her eyes, looked down at her own bra-clad tits, looked up at Richard's hungry gaze and with a sexy bite of her lower lip, reached a hand round and flipped off her bra-catch. The white cups fell away and those ripe breasts were exposed to another guy fort he first time since I'd know her - in fact exposed to others as well; murmurs of approval rose from outwith but I don't think it even quite registered with Lucy right then, such was the heady buzz of the situation.
She has very swollen aureole when aroused and those nipples certainly looked red and perky as she drew a deep breath, showing her fine chest off to maximum effect.
"Wow!" said Chloe, craning round, "You look fantastic Lucy. Doesn't it feel great?"
Lucy grunted, not really saying anything but ground against my hand. I had two fingers up her and the others attempting to work her hard clit. Her breathing was deep and heavy; I felt she was encroaching on uncharted territory - a new form of arousal through unknown but violently powerful stimulation.
"You look awesome," said Richard, " but I want to experience it from those guys' point of view as well. . ."
With that he got out the car and walked round to the girls' side, dick in hand.
Chloe gave a little cry of glee as he joined the other wankers. She now had Richard, the three originals, the young guy with the oversized cock and the bloke in the jeep with the cock-ring all her eager and appreciative audience. The newly arrived couple were still at the back of the jeep, the heavy-built guy now turning his attention to Chloe as well while his girl bobbed her dark head back and forth on his dick.
Across the way Mr. Merc was now fucking Mr.s Merc as she lay across the front seats, with the other young bloke jerking and fondling her tits.
The entire scene was startling, yet very appealing, cast as it was in the golden evening sunlight. I briefly wondered if it would be quite so appetising on a bleak winter's night but you got to realise the thrill is in the daring and actions of others and the sense of shared pleasure it brings. There's quite a civilised atmosphere when everyone's gathered for the sole purpose of gratification and appreciates everyone's personal boundaries.
And one person close to me was about to step beyond her boundary. . .
Chloe said to Lucy, "Hey, they want to see you, Lucy. Just like me. . .Go on. . ."
Lucy hesitated, squeezed my hand with her thighs and pussy. I pulled it away, asked the question with wide eyes. She shot me a briefly irate, puzzled glance.
Chloe took up the baton again: "They want to look at you you and wank, Lucy. . .I love it. Look, they can see everything but they can't touch. . .Only themselves. . .Now Andy, get round beside Richard and let us girls get some entertainment. . ."
I wasn't, under any circumstances - terrorist attack, WWIII, the Second Coming - missing this chance; I leapt out the car, almost pranging my waving wood on the door as I did so, and raced round the other side as fast as you can with a hard-on. I leant against the side of the jeep, noticing the blonde now sitting back up beside her kneeling hubby, having taken his dick in hand to watch the show we were now supposed to provide them. Well, not 'we' - mainly Chloe. . .
When I looked away, my heart leapt. I didn't realise how much the 4x4's elevated chassis raised the seats above ground. Not 'til I saw Chloe spread delightfully in the passenger seat, that is. With that leg folded up against the dash and her other shoe resting on the footboard, her legs were wide apart, and her pussy drew everyone's eye and raised everyone's dicks while it was at it. Not that mine needed much more encouragement.
Just looking at Chloe's long gash, the sheen of moisture all over her protruding thick crinkly inner labia, was enough to make me want to come there and then. Richard watched all our reactions with an expression of lust infused with pride. Chloe just looked horny as hell, running a finger down and around her gaping cunt as she savoured the cocks standing for her attention.
As one, we wanked our hard dicks. Chloe cooed her appreciation, fingering herself more rigorously. The bloke with the biggest cock stepped closer, with a bit of encouragement from her. She squeezed and pinched her tits, then reached down and grasped the top of his huge dick.
Chloe turned to Lucy and said, "Oh, you should feel this thing, Lucy. Isn't it a beauty?" Then she stroked it some. The guy grinned and slid a hand up Chloe's smooth taut thigh.
I looked at Lucy who was gazing out the window at the scene like a startled deer. But those wonderful tits of hers were on show. After a brief second when I thought she might scream, she let out a great, lustful sigh and pushed the rear door open.
I really got a thrill, then - my demure wife had slipped her shorts right off and was sat there with her right hand firmly thrust into her panties, working away at her inflamed pussy.
The guy looked at her crotch and tits as Chloe jerked his shiny cock. Then Chloe leaned back up, pulling the guy's hand up her thigh to her cunt. His fingers squelched in without ceremony and she pulled his hand as he pistoned two digits in and out of her gaping hole. But he didn't take his eyes off Lucy and grasped his thick shaft again with his free hand.
Lucy moaned, whispered, "Oh God yes, let me see you wank. . ."
And he did. Then Richard moved closer to her, along with two others. Lucy's expression seemed to waver intermittently between incredible arousal and sheer terror - I think she was testing herself, daring herself.
Behind me, the bodybuilder type and his cute girl had clambered up onto the jeep flatbed. The blonde went down on him whilst the cuties remove d her panties and sat giving me a fantastic upskirt of her red-raw pussy - dark pubes trimmed back to a close crop. 'Prince Albert' took his chance to get some fingerfun.
Richard's voice snapped me back. "Go on. . ." he said. I thought it was Chloe he was talking to because she began to jerk and swear as she came on the guy's fingers. But I realised it was Lucy as Chloe hissed through her orgasm, "Go on, Lucy, it's wonderful!"
Lucy looked at me, then to the side and smiled broadly. I was puzzled for a second, then felt a warm hand encircle my cock - the classy lady, standing right next to me, her sweet perfume teasing my nostrils, the faint aroma of hot pussy underlying it. I looked down - her wonderfully proportioned tits still out, and then I realised she was completely naked from the waist down.
I moved my hand over hr smooth flesh, cupped her moist cunt - it was on fire. She purred, stroked my cock ever-so expertly. I smiled back at Lucy, shrugged.
She looked inflamed with passion - in a totally different way than I'd ever seen; I guess I was watching my wife actually live out a little fantasy. She gazed imperiously down at the cocks bobbing in front of her, appeared overwhelmed, nipples ferociously erect. She took her hand from her panties, hesitated, then lifted her ass from the seat and slid them right off. She tossed them to Richard, who grinned, sniffed then wrapped them round his cock.
That set Lucy off even more; she took a deep breath, let out a small choking cry of pleasure and parted her thighs wide.
I've seen my wife's pussy in many states of arousal but that night I doubted I'd ever seen it look so much like a cunt. I use the old English term because it is in a way perfectly beautiful; and Lucy's cunt was perfectly beautiful in its extreme arousal -she looked as though she had been fucked. Her mound as always had the triangle of dark pubes but usually so neat, tonight they were matted with her juices, curled and straggly; her lips are almost ideally symmetrical but were so swollen and reddened with manipulation they lay open, allowing all a glorious view of her fiery pink inner lips, her exposed clit and the dark entrance to her cunt. All was awash with shining juice and traces of whitish cum - hers.
The guys all voiced their appreciation and jerked faster. Lucy was breathing fast and shallow, eyes big saucers. She took this all in for a few seconds then attacked her own clit.
Chloe stepped down from the 4x4 to look at what all the males were wanking to. She clapped, "Oh, yes! Lovely, Lucy!" And then she knelt and took big dick in her mouth, whilst reaching out a hand to grasp another. The lucky guy turned out to be Mr.Merc, who had just forced his way forward.
Two of the original wankers grunted that they were going to come. Chloe stopped sucking to voice her glee and watch with delight as sprays of cum shot onto the ground. I think one of them was the guy who'd already shot only ten minutes or so before although my memory isn't quite clear; but if it was and he's reading this - good repeat effort, mate.
Suddenly, looking on, Lucy howled into an orgasm, she lay back onto the car seat as her hips jerked up and down giving us all a great view of her fingers circling her clit at speed and that raw pussy of hers winking as it spasmed. Her juices soaked her thighs.
She stopped her frigging and kneaded both her tits, groaning with pleasure. The unfettered sight of her soaking cunt was too much - Richard couldn't help himself and steeped forward, sliding his fingers over her lips and mound. I saw her stiffen .I meant to say something, but the thrill of seeing another guy touch her intimately, plus her own show had me too close to cumming to care. My left hand was lodged in the sweet tight pussy of the classy chick next to me who was shivering through her own little orgasm whilst pumping my throbbing cock in her soft fist.
Lucy sat back up, saw it was Richard and gasped, "Yes! Finger me while you cum!"
Chloe took her mouth from the big dick and gave a little cheer. Then she grabbed the cock of the third original wanker and jerked him in unison with Mr.Merc while the two originals who'd just come stepped out the way.
Mr.Merc started top shoot as well, and Chloe shrieked her delight, shooting his cum onto her juddering tits. That set his wife off big time and she came hard on my fingers, her knees buckling. Thankfully the side of the jeep held her up.
I heard the two guys on the flatbed cum as well, their respective partners egging them on.
Lucy was glancing around, watching it all, grinding her pussy onto Richard's fingers, almost delirious with arousal.
Then Chloe guided the last of the originals over to stand in front of her beside Richard.
Big dick followed, and also the second younger guy who'd arrived with him. I thought he'd just been content to watch after, I presume, coming with Mrs.Merc, but here he was, stepping up to the plate again, working his cock to hardness. Stepping up to a plate that contained my young wife, that is.
You guys take over," Chloe said, before assuming a stance against the 4x4 that invited a police search. What it did invite, of course was her hubby to fuck her from behind. Richard did so happily, thrusting right up between her spread legs, gripping her hips. Chloe came loudly as her tits shook like mad.
Lucy was tripping over the edge again. The bold young bloke who'd fucked Mrs. Merc stepped close and placed his hand where Richard's had been - right on her cunt. She gasped, shook with pleasure. He poked two fingers in and out. Lucy rubbed her clit in small circles. The other two guys drew closer, each rubbing their free hands over her thighs and crotch, tugging on her pubes, pushing fingers into her when they got the chance.
I was freaking out; with both worry and arousal. But I couldn't help but come. Mrs.Merc sensed it, jerked me fast and expertly, also cupping my balls. I groaned loudly, bucked, shot a copious amount of cum over the ground.
Lucy saw, gasped "Oh hell, oh God. . ."
Then she pulled away from the reaching probing hands; not in any sudden realisation of inhibition but in order to get herself off. She looked down at the three guys, barked orders - "Cum for me. Cum on my legs,. Please! Now!"
She glanced at me, then lost control, attacking her raw cunt. I wondered about her demands on the guys; she deliberately thrust her long smooth, toned legs down and they, starting with the oversized-cock guy, began to shot strings of white cum onto her smooth tanned flesh. She seemed to love it, almost screaming as the spunk landed and I made a mental note to investigate this kink at a later date.
It only took moments but seemed an age as everyone hit a climax. Richard shot his load right up Chloe, pinning her against the 4x4 as he came hard.
All spent, there were incredibly polite thank-yous swapped around as mopping up took place.
Lucy was still shaking when everyone melted away into the creeping dusk and on our way back to town could hardly speak to Chloe and Richard save to say she was a bit shell-shocked by the sexiness of the whole thing.
She wasn't the only one. I'll long remember that hot summers evening for our introduction to something I'd not ever considered as sexy. Richard and Chloe got a couple of converts. They stay a few hundred miles from us unfortunately and we haven't been brave enough to repeat the experience ourselves. But we keep in touch through the net and Richard has invited us to go on a long-weekend trip to the south of France with them next month where he claims there is some interesting action to be had.
That event opened a few borders in our relationship and Lucy and I had an unforgettable summer holiday abroad after it which I'll write about soon. If we decide to go the trip with Richard and Chloe I guess I'll put that to 'paper' as well, depending on if we're brave enough.
For those of you not familiar with the British 'pastime' of 'Dogging' let me explain that it involves numbers of people meeting up in secluded public carparks for sexual frolics. It's become a bit of a cultural cliché over here, with the tabloid image of seedy loners and old slappers getting down and dirty in dreary locations in the dead of night.
But as I found this summer, that can be pretty far from the exciting truth now that a new generation of 'doggers' is emerging. Bear with this tale; I think you'll get a buzz, as we did. . .
Kent is known as the garden of England - a somewhat dubious monicker given the weather variations - but at the beginning of this summer with a heatwave scorching all and sundry my 29 year-old wife Lucy and I visited friends down there.
After one particularly heavy night and with our friends having family commitments, the following day Lucy and I took a bus into the lush green countryside and decided to make our way back to the town via the many country pubs and beer gardens.
After an afternoon's drinking under the vibrant sun, we were pretty merry after dinner and found ourselves budging up our wooden bench-seats at our table in a crowded beer garden to give another couple some room.
We made smalltalk with Richard and Chloe- a tall brunette with a very fine figure, full in all the right places I ascertained with my many glances down at her chest straining her tight white vest-top.
He was an amiable bloke who worked in the city but had taken the weekend off to come down to Kent in pursuit of their hobby. I never immediately pursued the 'hobby' inquiry, not wanting to appear too nosey, and preferring to watch his wife chat to mine - both girls had dark locks, my Lucy's ringleted where her hair lay on her shoulders, Chloe's straight, falling halfway down her back; Lucy has big green eyes, a natural full pout and softer features, while Chloe's sparkling blue orbs and dazzling smile lit up her tanned face. They were a pair who attracted plenty of unsolicited male attention from the surrounding tables.
Because of the heat, Lucy wore a fitted red T-shirt which clung to her prominent 36C tits and a white pair of shorts, finishing halfway down her long thighs. I hadn't noticed what Chloe had complimented her skimpy vest-top with until she stood to get some more drinks and revealed a shapely pair of pins beneath a short denim mini-skirt. Her tight little ass swayed provocatively as she sauntered into the bar.
While she was gone Chloe eventually asked out of politeness exactly what this 'hobby' was that Richard had chosen to travel to Kent for.
I nearly choked on my beer when he replied with a cool smile, "Dogging."
Lucy just sat with a blank expression and a question in her eyes as Richard found amusement in my reaction.
"You're not quite sure what dogging is?" Richard asked her.
"Well. . .No," Lucy answered with a sheepish smile. "I've never heard of it; although I think Andy might have. . ." She glared at me.
Richard laughed. He was a rugged guy, about my height - just under six feet - with a touch of grey around his dark temples. I reckoned he was mid-late thirties, while Chloe was more our age; late twenties.
Chloe arrived back with drinks before Richard chose to give Lucy and answer. Instead, he told Chloe what was up and she beamed at Lucy. "You really don't know? Well. . .It's sort of like a lot of people get together, mostly at night but in summer it can be early evening. . .Well, we all meet up in car parks, and, well, things can get exciting, you know? Like, maybe some people will have sex and others get off watching, or sometimes join in. .. "
Lucy looked mindblown. She had been quite reserved about sex - I think I was only the third guy to ever see her naked, and the second to screw her. The odd one out, carnally, would have been her doctor. . .
That was when we married. Since then a one-off bit of wild, boozed-up fun after a wedding had been her only 'bacchanalian' behaviour. I wrote about Lucy losing her inhibitions in a previous recollection entitled, 'lapdancing'.
Back at the beer garden table, when Lucy eventually shut her gaping mouth, Chloe added, "It really is a lot of fun. You never thought about trying it?"
She looked at me, her beautiful smile making me scream 'YES!' inside, but I held my composure through my beer-fugue and shrugged, "Nah, never. Reckoned it was only old geezers and strange loners who did it. . .No offence, you know?"
"Nope, don't worry about that," said Richard. "You'd be amazed. Loads of young folk doing it for a laugh now. I mean, since the weather got so warm, we've seen some real antics, eh Chloe?"
She concurred.
Lucy started to ask questions, seemingly fascinated. Most were directed at Chloe, loads about the men, what they did. When Chloe told her about the number of good-looking guys she'd seen wanking openly, I saw Lucy's expression intensify and her eyes mist a bit - I knew that watching a man wank was one of her big turn-ons; we'd seen enough porn together where she'd gotten extremely hot at those group scenes with the blokes jerking and watching the women; and during our wedding after-party adventure in 'Lapdancing' she'd been buzzed by the cocks on show then, too.
A realisation dawned - it had been running through my head ever since the word dogging was mentioned and my reptilian brain began throwing up images of Chloe in sexual situations - and Lucy asked them tentatively, with awe, if they got 'involved'.
"Of course," shrieked Chloe, "That's all the fun!"
Then Richard made my heart race like no man ever has - or, given my red-blooded hetero-ness, I thought possible! - when he proposed, "Why don't you guys come along with us tonight and see for yourselves? You can just watch the antics. I've got plenty room in our 4x4 for a couple of rookies. . ."
He grinned and I put it all together - I hadn't seen him with a beer; just orange, then a coke. He was driving. Of course, they'd stopped off so Chloe could get some resolve from a couple of large wines on their way out for some fun.
My mouth went dry. I looked cautiously at Lucy. She was wide-eyed, looking a bit like a goldfish that's just realised its world's a glass bowl with nowhere else to go. She was stumped for an excuse.
Richard even headed any off at the pass when he offered, "Don't worry about transport home - I'll run you back to wherever you're staying after the fun's up. Fancy being a couple of interested observers for the evening?"
"If you want. . .For a laugh. . ." I said to Lucy.
Chloe egged her on as well, telling her what a kink it was to see people acting all horny. Lucy kind of nodded, and Richard chose the moment to get up and declare it time to get a move on; things were starting earlier in this heat, he confirmed, and we wouldn't want to miss anything, would we?
I guzzled my beer and locked eyes with Lucy as she downed her vodka. She just raised her brows and got up with a nervous smile.
It only took five minutes drive in Richard's spacious offroader to find ourselves heading up a track off the main highway. It was the way into some country park and opened up into a grove half the size of a football pitch; a little carpark, enclosed by trees and lit warmly by the evening sun. To my surprise there were a good half-dozen other cars there. Richard paused, asking Chloe where she wanted to go.
She pointed over to a flatbed jeep which appeared to have some people in conversation around it. He drove over slowly, pulling up alongside.
Lucy gasped, "Oh my God. . ." - the jeep was on her side of Richard's car and both she and Chloe - in the front passenger seat of course - had a great view down. I leaned over and admit I too got a shock as a burst of adrenalin shot through me. On the flat open back of the jeep a guy who was no older than us was sitting with his arms around his wife, or girlfriend - you don't check rings at moments like that - who was leaning with her back against him, facing out at three blokes who had gathered around the back of the jeep's open tailgate, cocks in hand, pulling slowly as they stared at her.
What was so interesting them was the fact that this attractive blonde thirtysomething had her skirt rucked up around her waist and her legs splayed wide apart with no panties to be seen. What was on display was a smooth-shaven pussy, lips swollen and reddened, her winking slit glistening with juices caught in the evening sunlight. Her man had her top lifted and was rolling a pair of very stiff nipples in his fingers while he kneaded her small tits and watched on.
The wankers shot our vehicle a few anxious glances but soon relaxed, even briskened their strokes, when they caught sight of Lucy and Chloe at the windows.
"Wow!" Chloe squealed, and shot at Lucy, "I told you there was some fun, didn't I?"
Richard lowered the girls' windows and the sounds of soft feminine moaning drifted in. The blonde wore a glazed look as she gazed at us with hooded eyes. One hand strayed to her pussy and her fingers got busy. I swear she locked eyes with me for a few moments - I'm not imagining it because I distinctly remember the erotic shock zipping straight to my dick and tenting my jeans.
The blonde girl worked up a rhythm and her free hand disappeared behind her, no doubt to get a handful of her man's hard cock. Now and then I heard the juicy retort of a horny pussy being fingered.
Lucy and Chloe spoke in whispers:
Lucy: "Does this happen all the time?"
Chloe: "Oh, yeah. . .Just look at those guy swank. Hot isn't it?"
Lucy didn't answer, but she shuffled uncomfortably in her seat beside me.
Then Chloe nodded across the carpark, "Looks like this is where the action is tonight. Here come some more."
I saw figures approaching. Two blokes moving independently of each other, and a couple. Then another car drew up on the opposite side of the jeep from us; a top-of-the-range Merc. I saw a very classy lady gaze out at the scene, her exquisite, defined features, make-up and general appearance speaking volumes. The car door opened to reveal her sitting side-saddle, facing out wearing a dark fitted pencil-skirt. I was pretty shocked to note her black blouse was open, her lacy bra supporting a couple of rosy-nippled breasts that were free of their cups. She flicked her brown, shoulder-length hair back off her face, took in the jeep scene and gazed hungrily at the guys' dicks. Her husband reached round her and slowly began to raise her skirt.
The wankers switched their attentions between the jeep and the Merc. If the two women had any qualms about audience figures, they were soon assuaged by the arrival of the two new guys from across the carpark. They were younger- early twenties - and Chloe quipped, "Hey, Lucy, here's some top totty for us!"
Lucy giggled, but I recognised the signs of attraction. Each guy looked pretty fit, groomed, although they were strangers to one another.
One of them stopped right at Mrs.Merc's door. No shortage of confidence as he unbuttoned his flies and took out a hardening length of meat.
Chloe moaned; Richard slid a hand over though I couldn't see what part of her he was touching because of the seat-back. Lucy gaped again in shock, but tinged with interest.
The second guy lingered at the back of the jeep, looking over at the Merc and at us. I felt Lucy flinch as his gaze roamed over our 4x4, and then Chloe upped the stakes by clicking opened her door, though not opening it fully.
"Chloe!" Lucy hissed, breathless.
"You don't think I'm going to deprive that lovely meat of some stimulation, do you?" she said with a great dazzling smile.
My dick pulsed.
The other couple we'd seen tailing the two young men arrived on foot. A large bloke, looking like a bodybuilder gone a bit to seed, and the girl a slim brunette with a short bob and a cute, tan face. She had a little bra-top on holding a fine pair of bobbing tits and a matching white mini-skirt and sandals. Being a bit of a leg man I was pleased to note a toned pair of pins carrying that appetising frame.
She looked about as nervous as Lucy, I thought, but then realised I'd maybe been mistaken and that it was sexual tension I was seeing - she led her man up to the action and placed him right beside the original three jerkers.
Then, to my delight and surprise, she knelt, pulled out his fat cock and began to suck whilst watching the guys wank only feet from her face. The big bloke reached down and freed her fine high tits for our delectation and I rubbed myself slyly as they began to judder whilst she blew him.
In the Merc, that refined lady was losing a bit of her dignity as her skirt rose to reveal a fine full pussy, neatly shaved to leave only a brown landing strip above a puffy slit. Her hubby began to finger it and she groaned loudly. The newcoming young guy had his dick at full mast and beat it furiously. She responded by opening her legs to allow full sight of her flushed cunt. As her husband's fingers delved inside, Chloe muttered, "Right, that's it," and kicked her door open.
Lucy actually recoiled a bit in shock, bumping into me. Of course, my cock was rock-hard and she felt it prod her back. She looked round, shocked, but it melted into a wicked grin. "You dirty sod," she whispered, "This pervy stuff getting to you?"
"And not to you?" I asked back.
She just smiled wanly and turned back to the action. With another sharp intake of breath.
Chloe had the door open fully and was gaining some attention. Another single guy had appeared round her side of the car. He seemingly only had eyes for her and was in the act of extracting his member.
On the jeep flatbed, the guy moved into the doggy position and started to hump the blonde. Her little tits shuddered delightfully as he pounded into her. Two of the original jerkers squeezed forward against the back of the jeep, bringing their cocks to within inches of the blonde's lust-filled face. She reached out and grabbed one.
Lucy said quietly, "Oh my God she's going to wank him off. . ."
The third original, however, joined our newcomer in giving his undivided attention to Chloe.
I wanted - badly - to see what she was getting up to in the passenger seat. I saw her hand snake across the gap and delve into Richard's lap. So did Lucy. I strained forward, looking through and saw a beautiful sight - Chloe's lovely full tits out of her vest-top, it pulled down to show off her toned smooth torso. I reckoned her chest even bigger than my Lucy's 36cs, and full with it. Her nipples were surprisingly small in comparison to her abundant tit-flesh - two little brown caps, but hard as studs.
Then Richard hauled her denim mini right up. She wore a pair of lace panties, high-cut, tantalisingly see-through in places. That was my only complaint about dogging - if you're not in the right position, the view can be a pain. I wanted to be in the jerkers' place - looking right up at Chloe as she displayed herself. But right then I settled for the over-the shoulder shot.
Chloe shot Lucy a devilish grin and said, "Look at all those hard cocks Lucy. . .Want to see this hot sod's meat?"
She meant the younger bloke who'd turned up but as yet was not revealing anything, albeit there was a distinctive bulge in his denims as her stood only a few feet away in front of Chloe.
"Hey, hot stuff, take my panties off for me. . ."
Lucy just about choked in shock as Chloe ordered the guy. He stepped up with a grin as wide as the big blue sky above and did as she asked. He sniffed them, then tossed them in to Richard.
Looking down, I got a delicious view of Chloe's naked mound - bare, I noted, waxed clean of hair, shining in the mellow light. Then she hooked a leg up on the dashboard and let the other dangle free, totally open to voyeuristic appetites.
The latest bloke pulled at his firm dick, looking at Chloe's bared pussy. Her rubbed precum around the shaft, saw Lucy watching intently, smiled and jerked faster.
Beside me, Lucy's breath quickened. She kept cursing to herself under it; disbelief, arousal. Her eyes flitted to the front - she saw Chloe's fingers free Richard's impressive cock and manipulate it. Lucy stared at his rampant, circumcised dick. Then she reached for mine, found it, worked her fingers into my flies, wrapped her hand around it.
Thank fuck for that; two seconds later and I was going to have to get it out myself anyway.
On the jeep the blonde shrieked expletives in an obvious and thrilling orgasm. Suddenly, the guy she was wanking came too, shooting some cum onto her chin. She laughed , milked him dry, then leaned just a bit further forward and took the other cock in her mouth.
Lucy wriggled, slowly jerked me. I reached round, fondled her firm tits - her nipples were like diamonds, felt even harder than my cock. I looked over at the Merc. She was sucking off the young guy. Her hubby had come out and round beside him to jerk his own dick against his wife's face too. She was fingering herself, moaning in rhythm with their tryst.
Suddenly, my attention was snapped back - by my own wife as she took hold of my hand and ran it from her tits down to her crotch. So she was that horny, was she? Lucy groaned with lust; I followed her gaze, no longer on Richard's cock but now on the younger bloke who'd removed Chloe's panties. Chloe was rubbing at her pussy while Richard continued to tease her tits.
The young guy was the centre of the girls' attention - he opened the fly of his jeans with a very wry grin and produced a slab of meat any bloke would have been proud of.
It looked like a damn fresh catch at a salmon farm. He wanked it up, growing it to a good nine inches by any quick guess.
Chloe cooed, "Oh yes, baby. . .Oh yes, wank it for me. . ."
Lucy was wrestling with her emotions - fiercely in the grip of hitherto rarely-known overt lust and yet staunchly maintaining some kind of reserve, continually telling herself aloud that she didn't believe this was happening, peppered with plenty of 'Oh God's.
Then the blonde in the jeep fell forward, exhausted, leaving her man kneeling there, big dick in hand, gazing over at us. He had a cock-ring, a silver band protruding from the head of his member - a 'Prince Albert' ; looked fucking painful I can tell you.
The other two guys - the original wankers, followed his gaze, one of them now working his spent cock back up, the other surely on the brink of cumming.
Lucy shuddered with pleasure as I began to unbutton her shorts. The guys' eyes were mainly on Chloe's bare pussy of course, but they knew damn well there was a hottie behind the back door too, whom they could see through he window space..
My hand slipped into her panties - they were soaking wet. My fingers found her thick bud of a clit solid and slick and her hole sopping with desire. Her whole body quivered, a spasm shooting through her as I rolled her clit and sunk a finger in deep. She made a guttural sound that attracted attention.
"Hey, Lucy's getting into it!" Chloe said with lustful glee.
Richard, looked right round the seat, heightening Lucy's response. She ground on my fingers as his eyes roamed over her body.
"Pity she's all covered up," he smiled, looking right into her eyes.
She gasped, lifted her hips forward as more juice flooded over my twisted hand. She jerked her head back, actually going through a small orgasm with her yes tight shut.
Richard winked at me, said, "Man, I'd love to look at her awesome body and wank for her. . ."
That was the best trigger-pulling line I've heard. Lucy groaned, gasped, "Okay, let him see me, dammit!" as she finally overcame her inhibitions.
I lifted her T-shirt, took it right of fin one movement which shocked her. She opened her eyes, looked down at her own bra-clad tits, looked up at Richard's hungry gaze and with a sexy bite of her lower lip, reached a hand round and flipped off her bra-catch. The white cups fell away and those ripe breasts were exposed to another guy fort he first time since I'd know her - in fact exposed to others as well; murmurs of approval rose from outwith but I don't think it even quite registered with Lucy right then, such was the heady buzz of the situation.
She has very swollen aureole when aroused and those nipples certainly looked red and perky as she drew a deep breath, showing her fine chest off to maximum effect.
"Wow!" said Chloe, craning round, "You look fantastic Lucy. Doesn't it feel great?"
Lucy grunted, not really saying anything but ground against my hand. I had two fingers up her and the others attempting to work her hard clit. Her breathing was deep and heavy; I felt she was encroaching on uncharted territory - a new form of arousal through unknown but violently powerful stimulation.
"You look awesome," said Richard, " but I want to experience it from those guys' point of view as well. . ."
With that he got out the car and walked round to the girls' side, dick in hand.
Chloe gave a little cry of glee as he joined the other wankers. She now had Richard, the three originals, the young guy with the oversized cock and the bloke in the jeep with the cock-ring all her eager and appreciative audience. The newly arrived couple were still at the back of the jeep, the heavy-built guy now turning his attention to Chloe as well while his girl bobbed her dark head back and forth on his dick.
Across the way Mr. Merc was now fucking Mr.s Merc as she lay across the front seats, with the other young bloke jerking and fondling her tits.
The entire scene was startling, yet very appealing, cast as it was in the golden evening sunlight. I briefly wondered if it would be quite so appetising on a bleak winter's night but you got to realise the thrill is in the daring and actions of others and the sense of shared pleasure it brings. There's quite a civilised atmosphere when everyone's gathered for the sole purpose of gratification and appreciates everyone's personal boundaries.
And one person close to me was about to step beyond her boundary. . .
Chloe said to Lucy, "Hey, they want to see you, Lucy. Just like me. . .Go on. . ."
Lucy hesitated, squeezed my hand with her thighs and pussy. I pulled it away, asked the question with wide eyes. She shot me a briefly irate, puzzled glance.
Chloe took up the baton again: "They want to look at you you and wank, Lucy. . .I love it. Look, they can see everything but they can't touch. . .Only themselves. . .Now Andy, get round beside Richard and let us girls get some entertainment. . ."
I wasn't, under any circumstances - terrorist attack, WWIII, the Second Coming - missing this chance; I leapt out the car, almost pranging my waving wood on the door as I did so, and raced round the other side as fast as you can with a hard-on. I leant against the side of the jeep, noticing the blonde now sitting back up beside her kneeling hubby, having taken his dick in hand to watch the show we were now supposed to provide them. Well, not 'we' - mainly Chloe. . .
When I looked away, my heart leapt. I didn't realise how much the 4x4's elevated chassis raised the seats above ground. Not 'til I saw Chloe spread delightfully in the passenger seat, that is. With that leg folded up against the dash and her other shoe resting on the footboard, her legs were wide apart, and her pussy drew everyone's eye and raised everyone's dicks while it was at it. Not that mine needed much more encouragement.
Just looking at Chloe's long gash, the sheen of moisture all over her protruding thick crinkly inner labia, was enough to make me want to come there and then. Richard watched all our reactions with an expression of lust infused with pride. Chloe just looked horny as hell, running a finger down and around her gaping cunt as she savoured the cocks standing for her attention.
As one, we wanked our hard dicks. Chloe cooed her appreciation, fingering herself more rigorously. The bloke with the biggest cock stepped closer, with a bit of encouragement from her. She squeezed and pinched her tits, then reached down and grasped the top of his huge dick.
Chloe turned to Lucy and said, "Oh, you should feel this thing, Lucy. Isn't it a beauty?" Then she stroked it some. The guy grinned and slid a hand up Chloe's smooth taut thigh.
I looked at Lucy who was gazing out the window at the scene like a startled deer. But those wonderful tits of hers were on show. After a brief second when I thought she might scream, she let out a great, lustful sigh and pushed the rear door open.
I really got a thrill, then - my demure wife had slipped her shorts right off and was sat there with her right hand firmly thrust into her panties, working away at her inflamed pussy.
The guy looked at her crotch and tits as Chloe jerked his shiny cock. Then Chloe leaned back up, pulling the guy's hand up her thigh to her cunt. His fingers squelched in without ceremony and she pulled his hand as he pistoned two digits in and out of her gaping hole. But he didn't take his eyes off Lucy and grasped his thick shaft again with his free hand.
Lucy moaned, whispered, "Oh God yes, let me see you wank. . ."
And he did. Then Richard moved closer to her, along with two others. Lucy's expression seemed to waver intermittently between incredible arousal and sheer terror - I think she was testing herself, daring herself.
Behind me, the bodybuilder type and his cute girl had clambered up onto the jeep flatbed. The blonde went down on him whilst the cuties remove d her panties and sat giving me a fantastic upskirt of her red-raw pussy - dark pubes trimmed back to a close crop. 'Prince Albert' took his chance to get some fingerfun.
Richard's voice snapped me back. "Go on. . ." he said. I thought it was Chloe he was talking to because she began to jerk and swear as she came on the guy's fingers. But I realised it was Lucy as Chloe hissed through her orgasm, "Go on, Lucy, it's wonderful!"
Lucy looked at me, then to the side and smiled broadly. I was puzzled for a second, then felt a warm hand encircle my cock - the classy lady, standing right next to me, her sweet perfume teasing my nostrils, the faint aroma of hot pussy underlying it. I looked down - her wonderfully proportioned tits still out, and then I realised she was completely naked from the waist down.
I moved my hand over hr smooth flesh, cupped her moist cunt - it was on fire. She purred, stroked my cock ever-so expertly. I smiled back at Lucy, shrugged.
She looked inflamed with passion - in a totally different way than I'd ever seen; I guess I was watching my wife actually live out a little fantasy. She gazed imperiously down at the cocks bobbing in front of her, appeared overwhelmed, nipples ferociously erect. She took her hand from her panties, hesitated, then lifted her ass from the seat and slid them right off. She tossed them to Richard, who grinned, sniffed then wrapped them round his cock.
That set Lucy off even more; she took a deep breath, let out a small choking cry of pleasure and parted her thighs wide.
I've seen my wife's pussy in many states of arousal but that night I doubted I'd ever seen it look so much like a cunt. I use the old English term because it is in a way perfectly beautiful; and Lucy's cunt was perfectly beautiful in its extreme arousal -she looked as though she had been fucked. Her mound as always had the triangle of dark pubes but usually so neat, tonight they were matted with her juices, curled and straggly; her lips are almost ideally symmetrical but were so swollen and reddened with manipulation they lay open, allowing all a glorious view of her fiery pink inner lips, her exposed clit and the dark entrance to her cunt. All was awash with shining juice and traces of whitish cum - hers.
The guys all voiced their appreciation and jerked faster. Lucy was breathing fast and shallow, eyes big saucers. She took this all in for a few seconds then attacked her own clit.
Chloe stepped down from the 4x4 to look at what all the males were wanking to. She clapped, "Oh, yes! Lovely, Lucy!" And then she knelt and took big dick in her mouth, whilst reaching out a hand to grasp another. The lucky guy turned out to be Mr.Merc, who had just forced his way forward.
Two of the original wankers grunted that they were going to come. Chloe stopped sucking to voice her glee and watch with delight as sprays of cum shot onto the ground. I think one of them was the guy who'd already shot only ten minutes or so before although my memory isn't quite clear; but if it was and he's reading this - good repeat effort, mate.
Suddenly, looking on, Lucy howled into an orgasm, she lay back onto the car seat as her hips jerked up and down giving us all a great view of her fingers circling her clit at speed and that raw pussy of hers winking as it spasmed. Her juices soaked her thighs.
She stopped her frigging and kneaded both her tits, groaning with pleasure. The unfettered sight of her soaking cunt was too much - Richard couldn't help himself and steeped forward, sliding his fingers over her lips and mound. I saw her stiffen .I meant to say something, but the thrill of seeing another guy touch her intimately, plus her own show had me too close to cumming to care. My left hand was lodged in the sweet tight pussy of the classy chick next to me who was shivering through her own little orgasm whilst pumping my throbbing cock in her soft fist.
Lucy sat back up, saw it was Richard and gasped, "Yes! Finger me while you cum!"
Chloe took her mouth from the big dick and gave a little cheer. Then she grabbed the cock of the third original wanker and jerked him in unison with Mr.Merc while the two originals who'd just come stepped out the way.
Mr.Merc started top shoot as well, and Chloe shrieked her delight, shooting his cum onto her juddering tits. That set his wife off big time and she came hard on my fingers, her knees buckling. Thankfully the side of the jeep held her up.
I heard the two guys on the flatbed cum as well, their respective partners egging them on.
Lucy was glancing around, watching it all, grinding her pussy onto Richard's fingers, almost delirious with arousal.
Then Chloe guided the last of the originals over to stand in front of her beside Richard.
Big dick followed, and also the second younger guy who'd arrived with him. I thought he'd just been content to watch after, I presume, coming with Mrs.Merc, but here he was, stepping up to the plate again, working his cock to hardness. Stepping up to a plate that contained my young wife, that is.
You guys take over," Chloe said, before assuming a stance against the 4x4 that invited a police search. What it did invite, of course was her hubby to fuck her from behind. Richard did so happily, thrusting right up between her spread legs, gripping her hips. Chloe came loudly as her tits shook like mad.
Lucy was tripping over the edge again. The bold young bloke who'd fucked Mrs. Merc stepped close and placed his hand where Richard's had been - right on her cunt. She gasped, shook with pleasure. He poked two fingers in and out. Lucy rubbed her clit in small circles. The other two guys drew closer, each rubbing their free hands over her thighs and crotch, tugging on her pubes, pushing fingers into her when they got the chance.
I was freaking out; with both worry and arousal. But I couldn't help but come. Mrs.Merc sensed it, jerked me fast and expertly, also cupping my balls. I groaned loudly, bucked, shot a copious amount of cum over the ground.
Lucy saw, gasped "Oh hell, oh God. . ."
Then she pulled away from the reaching probing hands; not in any sudden realisation of inhibition but in order to get herself off. She looked down at the three guys, barked orders - "Cum for me. Cum on my legs,. Please! Now!"
She glanced at me, then lost control, attacking her raw cunt. I wondered about her demands on the guys; she deliberately thrust her long smooth, toned legs down and they, starting with the oversized-cock guy, began to shot strings of white cum onto her smooth tanned flesh. She seemed to love it, almost screaming as the spunk landed and I made a mental note to investigate this kink at a later date.
It only took moments but seemed an age as everyone hit a climax. Richard shot his load right up Chloe, pinning her against the 4x4 as he came hard.
All spent, there were incredibly polite thank-yous swapped around as mopping up took place.
Lucy was still shaking when everyone melted away into the creeping dusk and on our way back to town could hardly speak to Chloe and Richard save to say she was a bit shell-shocked by the sexiness of the whole thing.
She wasn't the only one. I'll long remember that hot summers evening for our introduction to something I'd not ever considered as sexy. Richard and Chloe got a couple of converts. They stay a few hundred miles from us unfortunately and we haven't been brave enough to repeat the experience ourselves. But we keep in touch through the net and Richard has invited us to go on a long-weekend trip to the south of France with them next month where he claims there is some interesting action to be had.
That event opened a few borders in our relationship and Lucy and I had an unforgettable summer holiday abroad after it which I'll write about soon. If we decide to go the trip with Richard and Chloe I guess I'll put that to 'paper' as well, depending on if we're brave enough.
Her reward story
Her Reward
Just a short fantasy – nobody under eighteen involved, of course.
She was naked but for her stiletto-heeled sandals, five-inch heels she had walked here in with difficulty, but obeying orders to the letter. She was only just supported by them, however, her long legs at full stretch, her arms suspended above head-height, cuffed to chains that dropped from the ceiling. Her ankles were encircled by more heavy cuffs, fastened to chains, anchored to the floor.
Looking around the room, she saw the sparse furnishings, one chair, one wooden table. Across the back of the chair, the black dress she had worn when she arrived, and which had been stripped from her. On the table was a tray, with various whips. That word, 'whip,' was capable of stinging all by itself.
She waited. Waited for her Master, who was about to come and give her his reward. Her reward. She knew she was due to a reward – she had been good, had always followed his instructions, had sucked his cock, swallowed his cum, let him fuck her in every way you can imagine. She had let him abuse her,slap her ass cheeks till they had red hand marks,then,as gentle as a new babies touch,had rubbed E45 into them till she screamed with desires to be fucked again,and her full firm tits squeezed till they hurt,and he was the first man who fucked her brutally in the arsehole. And she dressed just how he wanted – never wore panties, and showing her tits off in public.
But now, she wanted her reward, and she could feel the kiss of the whip against her tender flesh in anticipation.
She heard his soft footfall on the stairs, and felt the moisture start to ooze in her swollen pussy,swollen with the rush of fresh blood as the lips prepared to be aggravated with friction from his twisted,knurled thick vein of his rigid hard cock with its bulbous polished purple red knob,oozing pre-cum for her to lick off the end and leave a spiderweb trail to her lips,fucking whore....
She knew the relationship between pain and pleasure – it wasn't as if she didn't – she had spent whole days with nipple-clamps secretly screwed down tight, giving her agony, had had her clitoris-hood clipped in the search for a new sensation – and been disappointed: it had only hurt fleetingly. She delighted in wearing the heels, as high as possible, and corsets so tight she could scarcely breathe. But the whip, that was what she craved! The anticipation of it hurt – physically hurt, she could feel its delicious sting, and the subsequent flow of her essential fluids as the very centre of her took up the rhythm of the whip.
He was coming! The door–handle turned, and her Master was in the room. His man-scent was all about her, as he walked around her, owning her, dominating her.
'Are you ready?'
'Yes, Master, she said.
'Then say so!'
'I'm ready, Master.'
'Not good enough. You must ask for the whip. I want to hear it.'
And she wanted to hear herself say it. 'Please whip me Master. Hurt me.' She didn't just want to be hurt, she needed to be hurt. The very essence of her being cried out for the agony, the ecstasy of his terrible whip.
He walked around her, then picked up a leather horse-whip, and weighed it in his hand.
Without further delay, he sent it swishing audibly through the air, and there was a fearsome 'crack' as it landed across the small of her white, slender back. She took in a sharp breath, but didn't cry out, as a red line appeared on her lovely back.
Then 'crack' again and another red line appeared a little lower. He seemed quite expert in the way he wielded the whip, and this time she gasped as he struck her.
He took careful aim, as if unhappy not to find more reaction from his captive, and lashed her harder, only a fraction lower down. She moaned, a sharp little sound, something combining agony and ecstasy, and he went about his work again, now bringing up red welts on her delicate skin as he made his way down towards the roundness of her buttocks.
He had saved his strength for her softer flesh here, and flogged her with ferocity as he reached her magnificent arse. 'Oargh,' she cried, and he immediately dropped the whip and thrust his hand brutally into her slit. It was soaking.
'Enough?' he asked.
'No,' she said, and he took up the whip and lashed her twice more, giving her bright red welts across her upper thighs, and causing her to scream, the agony now subservient to the delicious orgasm that welled up within her, possessed her whole being, was her whole being.
He knew she could take no more, wanted no more, and took her down. She dressed and walked away from him – she thought perhaps she would never see him again, now she had showed him how she loved being mastered,but she knew he would always be there,he was addicted to her,to her body,the body of a mature and beautiful sexy woman,a woman who could make all his dreams and thoughts come alive...she was his whore,he was now her pimp..........
Just a short fantasy – nobody under eighteen involved, of course.
She was naked but for her stiletto-heeled sandals, five-inch heels she had walked here in with difficulty, but obeying orders to the letter. She was only just supported by them, however, her long legs at full stretch, her arms suspended above head-height, cuffed to chains that dropped from the ceiling. Her ankles were encircled by more heavy cuffs, fastened to chains, anchored to the floor.
Looking around the room, she saw the sparse furnishings, one chair, one wooden table. Across the back of the chair, the black dress she had worn when she arrived, and which had been stripped from her. On the table was a tray, with various whips. That word, 'whip,' was capable of stinging all by itself.
She waited. Waited for her Master, who was about to come and give her his reward. Her reward. She knew she was due to a reward – she had been good, had always followed his instructions, had sucked his cock, swallowed his cum, let him fuck her in every way you can imagine. She had let him abuse her,slap her ass cheeks till they had red hand marks,then,as gentle as a new babies touch,had rubbed E45 into them till she screamed with desires to be fucked again,and her full firm tits squeezed till they hurt,and he was the first man who fucked her brutally in the arsehole. And she dressed just how he wanted – never wore panties, and showing her tits off in public.
But now, she wanted her reward, and she could feel the kiss of the whip against her tender flesh in anticipation.
She heard his soft footfall on the stairs, and felt the moisture start to ooze in her swollen pussy,swollen with the rush of fresh blood as the lips prepared to be aggravated with friction from his twisted,knurled thick vein of his rigid hard cock with its bulbous polished purple red knob,oozing pre-cum for her to lick off the end and leave a spiderweb trail to her lips,fucking whore....
She knew the relationship between pain and pleasure – it wasn't as if she didn't – she had spent whole days with nipple-clamps secretly screwed down tight, giving her agony, had had her clitoris-hood clipped in the search for a new sensation – and been disappointed: it had only hurt fleetingly. She delighted in wearing the heels, as high as possible, and corsets so tight she could scarcely breathe. But the whip, that was what she craved! The anticipation of it hurt – physically hurt, she could feel its delicious sting, and the subsequent flow of her essential fluids as the very centre of her took up the rhythm of the whip.
He was coming! The door–handle turned, and her Master was in the room. His man-scent was all about her, as he walked around her, owning her, dominating her.
'Are you ready?'
'Yes, Master, she said.
'Then say so!'
'I'm ready, Master.'
'Not good enough. You must ask for the whip. I want to hear it.'
And she wanted to hear herself say it. 'Please whip me Master. Hurt me.' She didn't just want to be hurt, she needed to be hurt. The very essence of her being cried out for the agony, the ecstasy of his terrible whip.
He walked around her, then picked up a leather horse-whip, and weighed it in his hand.
Without further delay, he sent it swishing audibly through the air, and there was a fearsome 'crack' as it landed across the small of her white, slender back. She took in a sharp breath, but didn't cry out, as a red line appeared on her lovely back.
Then 'crack' again and another red line appeared a little lower. He seemed quite expert in the way he wielded the whip, and this time she gasped as he struck her.
He took careful aim, as if unhappy not to find more reaction from his captive, and lashed her harder, only a fraction lower down. She moaned, a sharp little sound, something combining agony and ecstasy, and he went about his work again, now bringing up red welts on her delicate skin as he made his way down towards the roundness of her buttocks.
He had saved his strength for her softer flesh here, and flogged her with ferocity as he reached her magnificent arse. 'Oargh,' she cried, and he immediately dropped the whip and thrust his hand brutally into her slit. It was soaking.
'Enough?' he asked.
'No,' she said, and he took up the whip and lashed her twice more, giving her bright red welts across her upper thighs, and causing her to scream, the agony now subservient to the delicious orgasm that welled up within her, possessed her whole being, was her whole being.
He knew she could take no more, wanted no more, and took her down. She dressed and walked away from him – she thought perhaps she would never see him again, now she had showed him how she loved being mastered,but she knew he would always be there,he was addicted to her,to her body,the body of a mature and beautiful sexy woman,a woman who could make all his dreams and thoughts come alive...she was his whore,he was now her pimp..........
New experience story
Sweetheart...?" I called through the bathroom door. I heard something, almost like a choke, and then the water start to run.
I looked down and realized that I was half-undressed, my pants falling down to my calves, my shirt skewiff. My cock was still semi-hard and still soaking wet from her pussy.
I shook my pants off and started raising my shirt over my head and got it about half-way, just where my head was completely covered, when the bathroom door opened up. I couldn't see her, but she could see me, and she burst out laughing.
Embarrassed at first, I realized what I must have looked like. My pants down at my feet, my shirt stuck over my head, my arms entangled inside and my cock bouncing from side to side. Yeah, it was a pretty funny sight.
"Here," she said, still laughing. "Let me help you."
I straightened my arms up, thinking she was going to release me from my shirted tangled position. Instead, I felt her hands grab my cock followed quickly by her mouth. Stunned, and not caring anymore how ridiculous I looked, I froze. I wasn't going to discourage her from doing this, and would definately stand like a department store mannequin as long as she wanted me to.
"Mmmm," she said, "You taste good."
"Told you so," I said. I was grinning, but still confused as hell as to her sudden mood shifts. This was mostly due, of course, to the fact that I couldn't see her,my head buried like a hood.
Her lips came off my cock and I felt her hands come up my torso to finally release me from my cotton prison. The shirt came off and I saw a mixture of amusement, lust, love and fear in her face, each fighting for pole position.
"Come on," she said. "Let's take a shower." She took my hand and pulled me into the bathroom.
She had already started the shower water and began stripping off the remainder of her clothes. Sometimes people look better with their clothes on (like me). Sometimes people look better with their clothes off. Some people look good either way. Some people look good even after prancing through a sewage farm wearing a Chipperfields clown outfit with a one-man-band contraption strapped to their back. That was my JanJan.
She caught me looking at her, even as I tested the temperature of the water in the shower. Now naked, she came up to me and slid her arms around me and buried her face in my chest,licking my tattoos on the way. I could feel her breasts collapse against me, my cock trapped against her lower belly. She smelled of English lavender,the type found dried in little love token pillows.
She sighed. "I'm sorry I did that," she said.
What? I thought. Ran into the bathroom or said that you loved me? I decided not to say anything, since it was apparent that she had something more to say and I didn't want to risk screwing it up.
"I'm sorry I ran in here," she clarified, as if reading my mind. "I don't know why I was afraid to tell you how I feel. Of course, I hadn't meant to tell you so soon."
She looked up at me, and looked hard at me, though a smile still played at the corner of her mouth. "I think I was just surprised to hear myself say it out loud," she said. "Hearing the words out loud sounds so different than hearing them inside my head."
I nodded. I knew precisely what she meant. "Baby," she continued. "You fit me so perfectly. And I'm not just talking about this gorgeous cock of yours." She pressed her belly against my cock, making a little rocking motion with her hips, rolling it back and forth between our bodies. "I mean, when I was in here I realized that I was glad you knew how I felt."
She reached up with both hands and cupped my face. "I love you," she said, looking first into one eye and then the other, not searching for approval, but making sure I understood the significance of what she was telling me.
My cock responded before I did, completely involuntary. It jerked to full, throbbing hardness between our bodies. Janney burst out laughing so hard I thought she was going to cause both of us to lose our balance.
"I'm guessing that's okay with you," she said, blessing me with a wide, bright smile.
"Darling," I said, trying not to ruin the moment. "It's so much more than okay. I've been trying to figure out how to tell you too. I –"
She put a stop to my words by kissing me hard on the mouth. I kissed her back, but felt a little cheated that I didn't get the words out. They seemed to weigh on me like a massive pressure on my chest that needed to be removed.
"I don't want you to say it just because I did," she said when she broke the kiss.
Her point was well taken. After all, I wouldn't want an insincere, perfunctory repetition back to me either. I think that's part of why it takes forever to say it the first time.
I pulled her even closer to me, ignoring the protest from my cock as it started to squash between our bodies. "Jan," I said, "I love you. I've been dying to tell you for so long, I can't even remember a time when I knew you and didn't love you."
She leaned up to kiss me, but I felt her body relax, melting into me. I hadn't even realized how stiff and guarded both of us had been up until that moment.
We got into the shower and began washing each other. We talked about how much easier things felt, the relief of pressure, the difficulty in finding each other. Oh, and kissing. Lots of kissing.
She grabbed ahold of my shoulders and twisted me so that I faced away from her. Her hands lathered up the soap and started cleaning my back, moving slowly lower. In no time at all she was playing with my ass. I could feel the lather that she had generated from the gel as she massaged the cheeks into cleanliness.
Sure enough, her fingers slid down the top of my ass. She placed one hand at the top of my back and pushed slightly, to get me to lean forward and present my ass to her. I placed my hands up on the wall of the shower and spread my legs, as if I was preparing for a police frisking.
Her body came up next to me and pressed into my side. Her legs were straddling my left leg, and she was pressing her pelvis into my thigh. The one part of my body that I'm most proud of are my legs. There is not an ounce of fat on them and they are rock hard. Yes, even more proud tham of my cock, believe it or not.
Her bare, smooth pussy latched itself onto my thigh, and I could feel the heat and wetness from her inner core sink into my flesh. I loved the way she rubbed herself against me, getting herself off by just rubbing against my thigh the way she used to at the station station,as we snogged,passionately behind the adverts board,away from ptrying eyes.
Her right hand was soaping up my arss, probing slightly against the sphincter rim but never quite entering me. The soap provided perfect lubrication. Her other hand reached around the front and stroked my rock hard cock.
As she played with my cock and ass, she whispered in my ear, her voice deep and throaty. "I'm so glad you like this," she said huskily. "'Cause I'm going to take this perfect cock of yours – " she squeezed my cock as if I needed clarification –" all the way in my ass."
Once again, my cock betrayed any possibility of me acting cool. It jumped in her hand, making her giggle. I looked down and saw the deep purple head emerging from her tight fist. I moaned.
Her finger finally slipped inside my ass, forcing me to inhale sharply. "Yeah baby," she cooed. "That's what you're going to do to me."
"Yeah..." I managed to utter. I was lost in the sensation.
"I've been wanting this cock in my ass for ages," she continued, dragging out the torture. "Ever since I first saw it I knew that I had to have you fuck me in every hole, everywhere,you have already had my fanny,mouth,back of throat,tween thigh tops,tween my titties,under my arm and I wanked you off with my feet when I was wearing those ankle strappy heels,and boy,if I remember, you cum gallons all over my feet and ankles,what a waste,I was hungry too hahaha."
She started fucking my ass with her finger as if to prove her point.
"This feels good, doesn't it, baby," she said rhetorically.
The wall of the shower was the only thing keeping me up, and I pressed my palms flat against it trying to keep myself upright. The sensations she was creating were becoming overpowering.
"Oh god," I mumbled.
Her finger picked up the pace in response. She was fucking me with her finger now – there's no other way to describe it. I was being fucked.
"I've been practicing for you," she said, her mouth just inches away from my ear. "I've been fucking myself in the ass with my vibrator just so I could take you all the way in. I've been looking forward to you being balls deep in my ass since our first night together."
All of this sent my mind reeling. She'd told me none of this, kept it all to herself. Not only had I not known she thought of such things, I was completely in the dark she could be so vivid in her description. There was more to her than I ever imagined. I was starting to get the fuller picture of whom I had fallen in love with, and every word that came out of her mouth resonated with what I desperately wanted.
"Ohhh," was all I could say, though. Quite the eloquent one, me.
I could hear her breathing shallow and deep in my ear. She was fucking herself on my thigh more furiously now. Her hand in my ass and on my cock were using me more for balance than for getting me off, but that was okay.
"I think you're ready now," she said.
Ready? I wondered. Ready for what?
She took the showerhead off the latch and started to rinse off my back, paying particular attention to my ass, getting all the soap off. With her finger-fucking, I was more than clean.
She slid down my leg, her pussy rubbing against me the entire time, and then I felt her behind me.
Oh my, I managed to mutter, but that was all I could get out. Her hands grabbed my ass roughly and spread my cheeks apart. There, spread eagled against the wall with my hands on the cold tile, my ass spread wide open to her view, I felt incredibly vulnerable, and yet totally safe.
Her tongue hit me dead center. The feeling was electrifying. I couldn't even say anything, just suck in air through my teeth. She flattened her tongue and licked my ass up and down. Any self-consciousness I may have had had been washed away with the soap that down the drain.
Instinctively, I spread my legs just a little bit wider, about as wide as they could go before I lost my balance altogether.
Then her tongue entered me. There's no other way to describe it; I felt completely owned, possessed. This woman behind me had just made me completely hers.
Her hand snaked around between my legs and grabbed my cock and started stroking it. It was too slow for me to approach an orgasm, but with her tongue in my ass I seriously began to wonder if I would lose my mind.
Her tongue was soon replaced by her finger again, and she leaned in to suck on my balls from behind. I leaned forward even more to make it easier for her, but at the risk of losing my balance completely.
She stood up again and pressed her pussy against my thigh as before. "Baby," she whispered. Her voice was guttural, primal. "I want you to do this to me – " she pressed her finger inside me to the knuckle – " with this." Her fist gripped my cock tight.
"Oh, yes," I hissed. Her finger continued to slide in and out of me. I couldn't wait to do it to her, too.
Suddenly, I was stunned at how forward she had been. Up until this point, she had rarely shown the kind of kinkiness and daring she was exhibiting now. I mean, she had talked dirty during sex before, but this... this was something completely different. She was more assertive, more aggressive. Was it a new-found sense of comfort she found in me now that we've finally said the "L" word to each other? Or was it the impending ass-fucking that she'd been wanting?
I grabbed the soap and turned her around to return the favour. If I felt so owned and possessed by her, then she probably would by me too. She smiled at my sudden assertiveness. "Oooh!" she purred as she wiggled her ass at me. She was no fool, she knew where I was going.
I returned the favour, soaping her ass thoroughly. I positioned myself in exactly the same position, my hard cock pressing against the back of her thigh as I rubbed her ass and pussy. While I soaped up her ass, I made sure not to risk putting too much close to her pussy; it wouldn't do to have her itch due to soap!
Rinsing my hand off under the running water, I easily slid my finger inside her pussy. My other hand, still soapy, lathered up her backside. She wiggled her ass from side to side playfully, and my hand slid in between her cheeks with ease.
My fingers slid over her asshole with slightly more pressure than before. Continuing to create lather with the soap, I alternated between pressing my finger against her sphincter and agitating the soap for more suds with my whole hand.
She started getting impatient. "You're teasing me," she whined.
I smiled at her. "Mmmmaybe," I said. Truth is, I wasn't; I was just taking my time. She wanted me inside her, though, and I was ready for her as well.
Leaning into her ear, I whispered, "I want you to relax your ass, baby."
She whimpered, but I felt her as tighten and then relax against my finger. Looking behind her I could see that she was going to be very clean. I started easing the tip of my middle finger into her ass, and with the help of her relaxing and the lubricating soap, I slid up to the first knuckle, just past the tight muscular inner rim.
She stopped wiggling, her breath caught. "Ohh," she moaned. I didn't move my finger so that she could get more accustomed to the sudden intrusion. Soon, though, she started backing up onto my finger, trying to get me to fuck her.
I started rubbing her clit with my other hand first, however. I wanted her to start feeling as possessed as she had made me. Within moments, however, I began wiggling the tip of my finger in her ass. To attempt to fuck her with it would only allow it to slip out, and I wanted to keep her relax.
"That's it, honey," I purred. "Take my finger in your ass."
"Yeah,Paul," she said, and then kissed me hard. "I want it to be your cock. I want you to fuck me hard up the ass with your cock,take all my virginities."
I was stunned. Who is this woman?
To prove her point, she reached behind her with her hand and pulled my hand up into her ass. My middle finger was buried completely inside. I looked at her, dumfounded.
"How..?" I asked, speechless.
She just laughed at the look on my face. "Baby," she said, kissing me. "I've been practicing for you. Believe me, you don't have to be quite so gentle. I'm more than ready for you."
I slid my finger all the way into her ass and another one into her pussy at the same time to let her know I got the picture. Her eyes grew wide, and then she blessed me with a perfect smile.
Withdrawing my hands from her body I washed off and rinsed both of us. I watched, intoxicated, as the soap bubbles washed down her glistening body, down the beautiful heart-shaped curves of her ass, down her thighs, pooling around her feet. I knew that I would be replaying that moment in my memory for years to come.
We got out of the shower and only cursorily dried off. We were still practically dripping wet when we returned to the bedroom and she climbed onto the bed on all fours. Wiggling her ass, she peered at me over her shoulder with a coy, devious smile.
"C'mon baby," she purred. "Do ya Want some of this?"
I reached into the bedside cabinet and took out the "magic stuff," a wonderful lubricant that was Lanolin-based, never got sticky, and seemed to go on forever,it was E45 cream,prescribed for my dry skin,but I had discovered was a great wank with it lathered on my hand and cock. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands, dropping the lube onto the bed beside her.
Every once in a while you can be blessed. I believe this. I truly believe that there are moments when we exhibit perfection, or it is presented to us. This was one of those moments.
Her pussy glistened with a combination of the water from the shower and her own excitement. Her ass peered back at me, and the simple shape of her body drove me wild. I had to, I just had to...
I pulled her ass cheeks just a little bit wider, exposing every part of her pussy and ass to me as I leaned in. She smelled sweet, a mixture of the smell of scented soap and her own sweet honeypot.
I placed my tongue on her clitty, making her jump. Flattening my tongue, I firmly licked upwards from her clit, dipping into her pussy, up her small space to her ass, and then up to the top of her ass almost to the small of her back. I went slow enough that by the time I was done, her ass was quivering uncontrollably.
I did it again.
This time, I lingered just a bit over her fresh, clean ass. I was vaguely aware of her moans, alternating between short and staggered and long drawn-out cries. My hands were still holding her open, keeping her utterly exposed. I could imagine that she felt even more naked than she was, spread open to my gaze and administrations.
I slid my left hand in between her thighs, however, and pressed my thumb deep into her pussy while rubbing her clit with the side of my index finger. My tongue danced across the flesh of her ass, dipping every once in a while into her hole. She may have been practicing on her own – and that thought alone was enough to send my senses into overload – but she was not prepared for this assault on her senses.
Her entire lower body was shaking. I could feel the skin of her thighs trembling as I flicked my tongue against her ass and fucked her pussy with my thumb. Curling my tongue, I pressed it against her ass. Instantly I felt her pussy grab my thumb in an explosive convulsion. It wasn't an orgasm, but just as intense of an involuntary muscle spasm.
"God, baby," she was whining now. "I need you inside me. Fuck my ass, now!"
I angled myself on the bed behind her, my hard cock bobbing up and down. I laid it against her ass, and had the strange visual of my cock in between her ass cheeks like a hot dog and bun. Shaking the ridiculous thought from my head, I reached for "the magic stuff," pumped the cap, and let it drip across my cockhead and her ass.
The creamy liquid flowed down around my shaft and down her asscheeks. I rubbed my cock up and down in her slit and up in between her cheeks. I held onto my cock from the base and slid it up and down, making sure that she was just as lubricated as I was.
"I want you to put it in you," I said. Of course, it turned me on to watch her do this, but the real reason was that she would be able to determine just how much she could take at a time. Going too fast was the surest way to ruin everything. "I'm going to hold my cock here, and you back up onto me."
She reached behind her to grab my cock in the same way she must have done with her vibrator. She grabbed my shaft and ran the head up against her ass, and I could feel her tense and then relax.
Watching was an event in and of itself. My glistening cock rubbed against her, the tip looking like a spear seeking a target. Her hips moved back against me as her ass looked as if it was preparing to swallow my cockhead.
I held my cock steady as she pushed back against me. She had been practicing, but my cock isn't shaped like a dildo. The head flares a bit wider and at a more sudden angle, and I don't think she was prepared for the change in shape invading her ass. Even so, the tip started to disappear into her body, and I tried hard not to allow myself to flex.
Women don't understand this, but flexing is an involuntary reaction when guys fuck. Well, at least, it's involuntary for me. When I'm in a pussy, flexing changes the direction of friction, much the same way that when you put your arm through a shirt sleeve you feel a tension until you flex your arm so that it settles properly.
Anyway, flexing works very well inside a woman's pussy. It is terrible to do it when trying to enter a woman's ass. The urge to flex was nearly overwhelming, but to do that meant that the head would enter her even faster and spread her even more when she wasn't ready.
Sweat started to form on my forehead. She was undulating now, trying to back herself onto my cock, which slowly began to disappear until just the very last bit of the flare of the head was visible. Mercifully, it was gone.
I knew from experience, though, that I couldn't flex yet. Her sphincter would grab me for just a little bit longer. I needed to be patient, needed to just wait for her body to naturally accept my cockhead past the ridge, when we would feel –
I felt it slide past her sphincter. Now I could flex, and I did. Janney was breathing heavy, her back arching in deep, controlled breaths. She may have practiced for this, but when it came time for the 'real' thing, I don't think she was quite so prepared for this.
Anal sex in pornos is nothing like anal sex in real life. Those videos treat anal sex as if it were just a second vagina, and that simply isn't the case. Anal sex is as different from vaginal sex as a blowjob. Very, very pleasurable when done properly, very different from anything else, and absolutely devastating if rushed or done wrong.
My baby was working hard. I could see the sweat on her back as she rested for a bit, trying to accommodate my cock's intrusion into her nether hole. I put more lube around her asshole where my cock vanished inside her.
Visually, there's nothing like looking at my cock buried halfway into her ass. Her perfect ass framed my rock hard cock beautifully. The reddish-purple veins of my cock being squeezed by her incredibly tight ass of beautiful white skin, reinforced the simple fact that I was inside her body. I was inside of her body.
Now that the head was inside, it was easier for her to move back and forth against me. The lubricant made it difficult for my cock to stay in the same place, and her body started to adapt. The initial discomfort she must have felt was starting to dissipate, apparently as she began making slightly larger movements with her hips.
She started backing up more and more with each microthrust.
"Oh, yes," I heard her say in between breaths. "God that feels good."
Her movements were tiny, barely perceptible with the naked eye, but felt earth-shaking through my cock.
"Gotta have you inside me," she was saying.
I took my hand off the base of my cock and placed it on her ass, holding her cheeks open.
"Go slow," I cautioned. "I don't want to hurt – "
She pushed all the way against me until I was completely and totally buried balls-deep inside of her. There was absolutely none of my cock showing at all. She stopped and adjusted to my full length being in her ass.
"Mmmm, yessss," she hissed. "All of you. I wanted all of you."
Well, she had all of me. I felt the tight ring of her ass gripping the base of my cock, and she squeezed me tightly.
"Well...oh my," she said, her voice rising to the tell-tale whimpering sounds in preparation for an orgasm. "Oh, I'm going to come already!"
She sounded surprised, but I was growing alarmed. "Don't come, baby," I warned.
She moaned in protest. "Why not?" she asked. "I need to come so badly with your cock in my ass."
Just saying it seemed to begin to throw her over the edge. I pushed my weight forward, causing her to fall onto her stomach in slow motion. Pinned into the mattress, the movement seemed to stop her orgasm – for now.
I remained trapped inside her, but now her ass cheeks were pressed up against my pelvis, my face was next to hers. "If you come, baby," I said, "it'll be over. I won't be able to come in your ass like you want."
"Ohhh," she said, understanding, but disappointed.
"You want me to come in your ass, don't you?" I said, more a statement than a question.
"Oh yes, baby," she said. "I want you to feel you come in my ass. Fuck my ass, baby."
Her language was stronger than I'd ever heard before. There was something about being fucked in the ass that unleashed something inside her, as if all the barriers were now down and she was able to play free.Jan suddenly felt liberated from anything that may have been holding her back previously. Having my cock in her ass let loose all inhibitions.
I started moving my hips against her ass and fucking her in long strokes, being very careful not to pull all the way out. If I came out now, we'd have to start all over again.
Her hands started to snake underneath her to reach her pussy. Normally that turns me on tremendously, but I knew that if she did that she would come too soon.
"No," I warned, and stopped moving my hips. "Put your hands above your head."
She smiled, and did as she was told. I grabbed her wrists with my own, and held them together while putting most of my weight on my knees and thighs. I started fucking her slightly faster.
"Is this what you wanted, honey?" I asked, teasing. "You wanted your ass fucked?"
"Yes," she said. "Oh yes. Fuck me. Fuck my ass!"
My strokes became getting stronger and more commanding. "Your ass feels so good, baby," I said. "I wish I could have seen you practice."
"Maybe you will," she said coyly.
"Maybe?" I repeated, thrusting harder.
"Oh!" she cried in pleasure. "Yes! You can watch me."
"Watch you do what?" I pressed, fucking her harder now.
Her body responded to my thrusts by meeting me halfway. She wasn't just being fucked, she was attempting to swallow my cock from underneath. "I want you to watch me fuck my ass,with my vibrator" she said, no hesitation in her voice. That was it, she had crossed her final boundary.
Her hips were reaching for me now. "God, baby," she said, whimpering in that familiar, tell-tale sign that she was going to come. "I want you to come with me. Fuck my ass with your cock. I need to feel you come in me. Come in my ass."
Her words came out as a long string of demands, pleadings, and outright begging. Hearing her talk so openly, so dirty, caused the dam to break in me as well. I started fucking that sweet ass of hers, which not only received me but came up to grab me. The softness of her cheeks cushioned each thrust and seemed to welcome me home each time.
"Yeah," she said, feeling my insistent need. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Fuck my ass. Fuck that ass until you come. Come inside me, Come inside my ass."
Her cries were now yells. Her whimpers became shouts. She was right there with me.
My own orgasm came suddenly and violently. My body stiffened as I shot my come deep inside her bowels, but her own body didn't stop fucking me. She was determined to fuck me until every last drop was sucked out of me and inside of her ass. I heard a distant howl, and suddenly focused back to the present to find it was my precious baby growling like a bear as she came. It was nothing I had ever heard from her ever before.
"Come," she said, as if she was still instructing me, her body undulating under mine. "Come... come... come..."
Her body was still fucking me, even as she began her decrescendo from her orgasmic peak. It was only then that I realized that my hands were still holding her hands above her head. I released her wrists and pulled my cock out of her body somewhat abruptly.
"Ohh," she pouted.
"Sorry," I said, breathing heavy and ragged. "If I didn't do that right then it would have been really difficult to do it once we calmed down." It was a weak explanation, but I was finding it hard to breathe, let alone talk.
I rolled onto my side, and she slid off the other side of the bed. Her legs didn't want to work properly when she hit the floor, and gave out almost completely. She looked up, embarrassed, but got to her feet, laughing.
"Oops," she said. "Wasn't expecting that."
She ambled into the bathroom and closed the door. I reached over to the night table and pulled a couple of tissues out of the box. There was definitely another shower in our very near future.
While she was in the bathroom it dawned on me that she had had a full orgasm while I was holding her hands above her head. I had heard about people having anal orgasms before, but had never seen one before. I was somewhat stunned. It appeared that JanJan had a lot to show me that I never thought I'd ever experience.
Even so, my mind reeled. Practice? Anal orgasms? She loved me? She loved me?!?
Suddenly, the testosterone poisoning wore off and I refocused upon the major revelation of the day. It was all overwhelming. I couldn't believe my good fortune. All my life I had met people who didn't have anywhere near the same kind of sex drive that I had, which I could deal with. Here, though, was a woman who was gorgeous, smart, funny, imaginative, generous, and seemed to match me step-for-step. And she loved me!?
The bathroom door opened up and she came back into the room, flopping down on the bed in my arms. She kissed me full on the lips while playing with my nipple and tracing my tatoo with her finger nail. She flashed me that devastating cat-got-the-canary smile.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" she asked me.
"How unbelievably lucky I am," I answered, truthfully.
Suddenly, a cloud passed over her delicate features, her tiger eyes flashing with seriousness. It passed almost immediately, and her expression softened. "Baby," she said. "I meant what I said before. I just hadn't meant to say it like that."
I opened my mouth to speak, but she wasn't finished. "I need you," she continued, her voice soft. I shut my mouth. "It scares me how much I need you, because I'm not used to needing anyone for anything. And I'm not just talking about this –" she reached down and played with my soft cock.
"Don't get me wrong," she said. "I can't believe how well you fit me. All of me. Every hole. But I can't believe how well you fit ME,my heart,my soul,my life."
She lay her head down on my chest, her tussled hair fanning out. I stroked her hair, and though I couldn't see her face any longer, I felt a tear fall onto my breast.
"Honey," I said softly. She sighed.
"Janney," I said, even stronger. She looked up at me, her eyes having begun to redden.
"You are the best thing that ever happened to me," I said, looking her deep into her crystal eyes. "I –"
I hesitated for some reason. Suddenly I was afraid to say what I was really feeling, even though I had said it earlier. Or had I? Emotion and intellect crashed in upon me as I tried to figure out where I was.
Suddenly, a piercing light shone through like a knife, and it was her. "You make things clear for me," I said, putting words to my metaphor. "You make everything make sense."
I looked at her for a moment, watching the words register with her. Would she believe me? Could I be vulnerable with her and tell her how I truly felt? What if she didn't believe me? What if she rejected my true emotions, thinking that I was just going through the motions?
Refocusing, I saw her eyes searching mine. With a soft glance, she made all my fears seem laughable. "I love you too, Jan," I said. I opened my mouth to say something else, but anything more would have felt totally forced and insufficient. So, I closed my mouth and gave her a weak smile, hoping that she could see through my ineptness at speechmaking.
She swallowed, and then buried her head in my chest. She took a deep breath, and then looked up again, her eyes red but with a relieved smile on her lips.
She reached up to kiss me. "C'mon, Fudge," she said, sniffling. "Let's go get cleaned up."
With that, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathroom.
I looked down and realized that I was half-undressed, my pants falling down to my calves, my shirt skewiff. My cock was still semi-hard and still soaking wet from her pussy.
I shook my pants off and started raising my shirt over my head and got it about half-way, just where my head was completely covered, when the bathroom door opened up. I couldn't see her, but she could see me, and she burst out laughing.
Embarrassed at first, I realized what I must have looked like. My pants down at my feet, my shirt stuck over my head, my arms entangled inside and my cock bouncing from side to side. Yeah, it was a pretty funny sight.
"Here," she said, still laughing. "Let me help you."
I straightened my arms up, thinking she was going to release me from my shirted tangled position. Instead, I felt her hands grab my cock followed quickly by her mouth. Stunned, and not caring anymore how ridiculous I looked, I froze. I wasn't going to discourage her from doing this, and would definately stand like a department store mannequin as long as she wanted me to.
"Mmmm," she said, "You taste good."
"Told you so," I said. I was grinning, but still confused as hell as to her sudden mood shifts. This was mostly due, of course, to the fact that I couldn't see her,my head buried like a hood.
Her lips came off my cock and I felt her hands come up my torso to finally release me from my cotton prison. The shirt came off and I saw a mixture of amusement, lust, love and fear in her face, each fighting for pole position.
"Come on," she said. "Let's take a shower." She took my hand and pulled me into the bathroom.
She had already started the shower water and began stripping off the remainder of her clothes. Sometimes people look better with their clothes on (like me). Sometimes people look better with their clothes off. Some people look good either way. Some people look good even after prancing through a sewage farm wearing a Chipperfields clown outfit with a one-man-band contraption strapped to their back. That was my JanJan.
She caught me looking at her, even as I tested the temperature of the water in the shower. Now naked, she came up to me and slid her arms around me and buried her face in my chest,licking my tattoos on the way. I could feel her breasts collapse against me, my cock trapped against her lower belly. She smelled of English lavender,the type found dried in little love token pillows.
She sighed. "I'm sorry I did that," she said.
What? I thought. Ran into the bathroom or said that you loved me? I decided not to say anything, since it was apparent that she had something more to say and I didn't want to risk screwing it up.
"I'm sorry I ran in here," she clarified, as if reading my mind. "I don't know why I was afraid to tell you how I feel. Of course, I hadn't meant to tell you so soon."
She looked up at me, and looked hard at me, though a smile still played at the corner of her mouth. "I think I was just surprised to hear myself say it out loud," she said. "Hearing the words out loud sounds so different than hearing them inside my head."
I nodded. I knew precisely what she meant. "Baby," she continued. "You fit me so perfectly. And I'm not just talking about this gorgeous cock of yours." She pressed her belly against my cock, making a little rocking motion with her hips, rolling it back and forth between our bodies. "I mean, when I was in here I realized that I was glad you knew how I felt."
She reached up with both hands and cupped my face. "I love you," she said, looking first into one eye and then the other, not searching for approval, but making sure I understood the significance of what she was telling me.
My cock responded before I did, completely involuntary. It jerked to full, throbbing hardness between our bodies. Janney burst out laughing so hard I thought she was going to cause both of us to lose our balance.
"I'm guessing that's okay with you," she said, blessing me with a wide, bright smile.
"Darling," I said, trying not to ruin the moment. "It's so much more than okay. I've been trying to figure out how to tell you too. I –"
She put a stop to my words by kissing me hard on the mouth. I kissed her back, but felt a little cheated that I didn't get the words out. They seemed to weigh on me like a massive pressure on my chest that needed to be removed.
"I don't want you to say it just because I did," she said when she broke the kiss.
Her point was well taken. After all, I wouldn't want an insincere, perfunctory repetition back to me either. I think that's part of why it takes forever to say it the first time.
I pulled her even closer to me, ignoring the protest from my cock as it started to squash between our bodies. "Jan," I said, "I love you. I've been dying to tell you for so long, I can't even remember a time when I knew you and didn't love you."
She leaned up to kiss me, but I felt her body relax, melting into me. I hadn't even realized how stiff and guarded both of us had been up until that moment.
We got into the shower and began washing each other. We talked about how much easier things felt, the relief of pressure, the difficulty in finding each other. Oh, and kissing. Lots of kissing.
She grabbed ahold of my shoulders and twisted me so that I faced away from her. Her hands lathered up the soap and started cleaning my back, moving slowly lower. In no time at all she was playing with my ass. I could feel the lather that she had generated from the gel as she massaged the cheeks into cleanliness.
Sure enough, her fingers slid down the top of my ass. She placed one hand at the top of my back and pushed slightly, to get me to lean forward and present my ass to her. I placed my hands up on the wall of the shower and spread my legs, as if I was preparing for a police frisking.
Her body came up next to me and pressed into my side. Her legs were straddling my left leg, and she was pressing her pelvis into my thigh. The one part of my body that I'm most proud of are my legs. There is not an ounce of fat on them and they are rock hard. Yes, even more proud tham of my cock, believe it or not.
Her bare, smooth pussy latched itself onto my thigh, and I could feel the heat and wetness from her inner core sink into my flesh. I loved the way she rubbed herself against me, getting herself off by just rubbing against my thigh the way she used to at the station station,as we snogged,passionately behind the adverts board,away from ptrying eyes.
Her right hand was soaping up my arss, probing slightly against the sphincter rim but never quite entering me. The soap provided perfect lubrication. Her other hand reached around the front and stroked my rock hard cock.
As she played with my cock and ass, she whispered in my ear, her voice deep and throaty. "I'm so glad you like this," she said huskily. "'Cause I'm going to take this perfect cock of yours – " she squeezed my cock as if I needed clarification –" all the way in my ass."
Once again, my cock betrayed any possibility of me acting cool. It jumped in her hand, making her giggle. I looked down and saw the deep purple head emerging from her tight fist. I moaned.
Her finger finally slipped inside my ass, forcing me to inhale sharply. "Yeah baby," she cooed. "That's what you're going to do to me."
"Yeah..." I managed to utter. I was lost in the sensation.
"I've been wanting this cock in my ass for ages," she continued, dragging out the torture. "Ever since I first saw it I knew that I had to have you fuck me in every hole, everywhere,you have already had my fanny,mouth,back of throat,tween thigh tops,tween my titties,under my arm and I wanked you off with my feet when I was wearing those ankle strappy heels,and boy,if I remember, you cum gallons all over my feet and ankles,what a waste,I was hungry too hahaha."
She started fucking my ass with her finger as if to prove her point.
"This feels good, doesn't it, baby," she said rhetorically.
The wall of the shower was the only thing keeping me up, and I pressed my palms flat against it trying to keep myself upright. The sensations she was creating were becoming overpowering.
"Oh god," I mumbled.
Her finger picked up the pace in response. She was fucking me with her finger now – there's no other way to describe it. I was being fucked.
"I've been practicing for you," she said, her mouth just inches away from my ear. "I've been fucking myself in the ass with my vibrator just so I could take you all the way in. I've been looking forward to you being balls deep in my ass since our first night together."
All of this sent my mind reeling. She'd told me none of this, kept it all to herself. Not only had I not known she thought of such things, I was completely in the dark she could be so vivid in her description. There was more to her than I ever imagined. I was starting to get the fuller picture of whom I had fallen in love with, and every word that came out of her mouth resonated with what I desperately wanted.
"Ohhh," was all I could say, though. Quite the eloquent one, me.
I could hear her breathing shallow and deep in my ear. She was fucking herself on my thigh more furiously now. Her hand in my ass and on my cock were using me more for balance than for getting me off, but that was okay.
"I think you're ready now," she said.
Ready? I wondered. Ready for what?
She took the showerhead off the latch and started to rinse off my back, paying particular attention to my ass, getting all the soap off. With her finger-fucking, I was more than clean.
She slid down my leg, her pussy rubbing against me the entire time, and then I felt her behind me.
Oh my, I managed to mutter, but that was all I could get out. Her hands grabbed my ass roughly and spread my cheeks apart. There, spread eagled against the wall with my hands on the cold tile, my ass spread wide open to her view, I felt incredibly vulnerable, and yet totally safe.
Her tongue hit me dead center. The feeling was electrifying. I couldn't even say anything, just suck in air through my teeth. She flattened her tongue and licked my ass up and down. Any self-consciousness I may have had had been washed away with the soap that down the drain.
Instinctively, I spread my legs just a little bit wider, about as wide as they could go before I lost my balance altogether.
Then her tongue entered me. There's no other way to describe it; I felt completely owned, possessed. This woman behind me had just made me completely hers.
Her hand snaked around between my legs and grabbed my cock and started stroking it. It was too slow for me to approach an orgasm, but with her tongue in my ass I seriously began to wonder if I would lose my mind.
Her tongue was soon replaced by her finger again, and she leaned in to suck on my balls from behind. I leaned forward even more to make it easier for her, but at the risk of losing my balance completely.
She stood up again and pressed her pussy against my thigh as before. "Baby," she whispered. Her voice was guttural, primal. "I want you to do this to me – " she pressed her finger inside me to the knuckle – " with this." Her fist gripped my cock tight.
"Oh, yes," I hissed. Her finger continued to slide in and out of me. I couldn't wait to do it to her, too.
Suddenly, I was stunned at how forward she had been. Up until this point, she had rarely shown the kind of kinkiness and daring she was exhibiting now. I mean, she had talked dirty during sex before, but this... this was something completely different. She was more assertive, more aggressive. Was it a new-found sense of comfort she found in me now that we've finally said the "L" word to each other? Or was it the impending ass-fucking that she'd been wanting?
I grabbed the soap and turned her around to return the favour. If I felt so owned and possessed by her, then she probably would by me too. She smiled at my sudden assertiveness. "Oooh!" she purred as she wiggled her ass at me. She was no fool, she knew where I was going.
I returned the favour, soaping her ass thoroughly. I positioned myself in exactly the same position, my hard cock pressing against the back of her thigh as I rubbed her ass and pussy. While I soaped up her ass, I made sure not to risk putting too much close to her pussy; it wouldn't do to have her itch due to soap!
Rinsing my hand off under the running water, I easily slid my finger inside her pussy. My other hand, still soapy, lathered up her backside. She wiggled her ass from side to side playfully, and my hand slid in between her cheeks with ease.
My fingers slid over her asshole with slightly more pressure than before. Continuing to create lather with the soap, I alternated between pressing my finger against her sphincter and agitating the soap for more suds with my whole hand.
She started getting impatient. "You're teasing me," she whined.
I smiled at her. "Mmmmaybe," I said. Truth is, I wasn't; I was just taking my time. She wanted me inside her, though, and I was ready for her as well.
Leaning into her ear, I whispered, "I want you to relax your ass, baby."
She whimpered, but I felt her as tighten and then relax against my finger. Looking behind her I could see that she was going to be very clean. I started easing the tip of my middle finger into her ass, and with the help of her relaxing and the lubricating soap, I slid up to the first knuckle, just past the tight muscular inner rim.
She stopped wiggling, her breath caught. "Ohh," she moaned. I didn't move my finger so that she could get more accustomed to the sudden intrusion. Soon, though, she started backing up onto my finger, trying to get me to fuck her.
I started rubbing her clit with my other hand first, however. I wanted her to start feeling as possessed as she had made me. Within moments, however, I began wiggling the tip of my finger in her ass. To attempt to fuck her with it would only allow it to slip out, and I wanted to keep her relax.
"That's it, honey," I purred. "Take my finger in your ass."
"Yeah,Paul," she said, and then kissed me hard. "I want it to be your cock. I want you to fuck me hard up the ass with your cock,take all my virginities."
I was stunned. Who is this woman?
To prove her point, she reached behind her with her hand and pulled my hand up into her ass. My middle finger was buried completely inside. I looked at her, dumfounded.
"How..?" I asked, speechless.
She just laughed at the look on my face. "Baby," she said, kissing me. "I've been practicing for you. Believe me, you don't have to be quite so gentle. I'm more than ready for you."
I slid my finger all the way into her ass and another one into her pussy at the same time to let her know I got the picture. Her eyes grew wide, and then she blessed me with a perfect smile.
Withdrawing my hands from her body I washed off and rinsed both of us. I watched, intoxicated, as the soap bubbles washed down her glistening body, down the beautiful heart-shaped curves of her ass, down her thighs, pooling around her feet. I knew that I would be replaying that moment in my memory for years to come.
We got out of the shower and only cursorily dried off. We were still practically dripping wet when we returned to the bedroom and she climbed onto the bed on all fours. Wiggling her ass, she peered at me over her shoulder with a coy, devious smile.
"C'mon baby," she purred. "Do ya Want some of this?"
I reached into the bedside cabinet and took out the "magic stuff," a wonderful lubricant that was Lanolin-based, never got sticky, and seemed to go on forever,it was E45 cream,prescribed for my dry skin,but I had discovered was a great wank with it lathered on my hand and cock. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands, dropping the lube onto the bed beside her.
Every once in a while you can be blessed. I believe this. I truly believe that there are moments when we exhibit perfection, or it is presented to us. This was one of those moments.
Her pussy glistened with a combination of the water from the shower and her own excitement. Her ass peered back at me, and the simple shape of her body drove me wild. I had to, I just had to...
I pulled her ass cheeks just a little bit wider, exposing every part of her pussy and ass to me as I leaned in. She smelled sweet, a mixture of the smell of scented soap and her own sweet honeypot.
I placed my tongue on her clitty, making her jump. Flattening my tongue, I firmly licked upwards from her clit, dipping into her pussy, up her small space to her ass, and then up to the top of her ass almost to the small of her back. I went slow enough that by the time I was done, her ass was quivering uncontrollably.
I did it again.
This time, I lingered just a bit over her fresh, clean ass. I was vaguely aware of her moans, alternating between short and staggered and long drawn-out cries. My hands were still holding her open, keeping her utterly exposed. I could imagine that she felt even more naked than she was, spread open to my gaze and administrations.
I slid my left hand in between her thighs, however, and pressed my thumb deep into her pussy while rubbing her clit with the side of my index finger. My tongue danced across the flesh of her ass, dipping every once in a while into her hole. She may have been practicing on her own – and that thought alone was enough to send my senses into overload – but she was not prepared for this assault on her senses.
Her entire lower body was shaking. I could feel the skin of her thighs trembling as I flicked my tongue against her ass and fucked her pussy with my thumb. Curling my tongue, I pressed it against her ass. Instantly I felt her pussy grab my thumb in an explosive convulsion. It wasn't an orgasm, but just as intense of an involuntary muscle spasm.
"God, baby," she was whining now. "I need you inside me. Fuck my ass, now!"
I angled myself on the bed behind her, my hard cock bobbing up and down. I laid it against her ass, and had the strange visual of my cock in between her ass cheeks like a hot dog and bun. Shaking the ridiculous thought from my head, I reached for "the magic stuff," pumped the cap, and let it drip across my cockhead and her ass.
The creamy liquid flowed down around my shaft and down her asscheeks. I rubbed my cock up and down in her slit and up in between her cheeks. I held onto my cock from the base and slid it up and down, making sure that she was just as lubricated as I was.
"I want you to put it in you," I said. Of course, it turned me on to watch her do this, but the real reason was that she would be able to determine just how much she could take at a time. Going too fast was the surest way to ruin everything. "I'm going to hold my cock here, and you back up onto me."
She reached behind her to grab my cock in the same way she must have done with her vibrator. She grabbed my shaft and ran the head up against her ass, and I could feel her tense and then relax.
Watching was an event in and of itself. My glistening cock rubbed against her, the tip looking like a spear seeking a target. Her hips moved back against me as her ass looked as if it was preparing to swallow my cockhead.
I held my cock steady as she pushed back against me. She had been practicing, but my cock isn't shaped like a dildo. The head flares a bit wider and at a more sudden angle, and I don't think she was prepared for the change in shape invading her ass. Even so, the tip started to disappear into her body, and I tried hard not to allow myself to flex.
Women don't understand this, but flexing is an involuntary reaction when guys fuck. Well, at least, it's involuntary for me. When I'm in a pussy, flexing changes the direction of friction, much the same way that when you put your arm through a shirt sleeve you feel a tension until you flex your arm so that it settles properly.
Anyway, flexing works very well inside a woman's pussy. It is terrible to do it when trying to enter a woman's ass. The urge to flex was nearly overwhelming, but to do that meant that the head would enter her even faster and spread her even more when she wasn't ready.
Sweat started to form on my forehead. She was undulating now, trying to back herself onto my cock, which slowly began to disappear until just the very last bit of the flare of the head was visible. Mercifully, it was gone.
I knew from experience, though, that I couldn't flex yet. Her sphincter would grab me for just a little bit longer. I needed to be patient, needed to just wait for her body to naturally accept my cockhead past the ridge, when we would feel –
I felt it slide past her sphincter. Now I could flex, and I did. Janney was breathing heavy, her back arching in deep, controlled breaths. She may have practiced for this, but when it came time for the 'real' thing, I don't think she was quite so prepared for this.
Anal sex in pornos is nothing like anal sex in real life. Those videos treat anal sex as if it were just a second vagina, and that simply isn't the case. Anal sex is as different from vaginal sex as a blowjob. Very, very pleasurable when done properly, very different from anything else, and absolutely devastating if rushed or done wrong.
My baby was working hard. I could see the sweat on her back as she rested for a bit, trying to accommodate my cock's intrusion into her nether hole. I put more lube around her asshole where my cock vanished inside her.
Visually, there's nothing like looking at my cock buried halfway into her ass. Her perfect ass framed my rock hard cock beautifully. The reddish-purple veins of my cock being squeezed by her incredibly tight ass of beautiful white skin, reinforced the simple fact that I was inside her body. I was inside of her body.
Now that the head was inside, it was easier for her to move back and forth against me. The lubricant made it difficult for my cock to stay in the same place, and her body started to adapt. The initial discomfort she must have felt was starting to dissipate, apparently as she began making slightly larger movements with her hips.
She started backing up more and more with each microthrust.
"Oh, yes," I heard her say in between breaths. "God that feels good."
Her movements were tiny, barely perceptible with the naked eye, but felt earth-shaking through my cock.
"Gotta have you inside me," she was saying.
I took my hand off the base of my cock and placed it on her ass, holding her cheeks open.
"Go slow," I cautioned. "I don't want to hurt – "
She pushed all the way against me until I was completely and totally buried balls-deep inside of her. There was absolutely none of my cock showing at all. She stopped and adjusted to my full length being in her ass.
"Mmmm, yessss," she hissed. "All of you. I wanted all of you."
Well, she had all of me. I felt the tight ring of her ass gripping the base of my cock, and she squeezed me tightly.
"Well...oh my," she said, her voice rising to the tell-tale whimpering sounds in preparation for an orgasm. "Oh, I'm going to come already!"
She sounded surprised, but I was growing alarmed. "Don't come, baby," I warned.
She moaned in protest. "Why not?" she asked. "I need to come so badly with your cock in my ass."
Just saying it seemed to begin to throw her over the edge. I pushed my weight forward, causing her to fall onto her stomach in slow motion. Pinned into the mattress, the movement seemed to stop her orgasm – for now.
I remained trapped inside her, but now her ass cheeks were pressed up against my pelvis, my face was next to hers. "If you come, baby," I said, "it'll be over. I won't be able to come in your ass like you want."
"Ohhh," she said, understanding, but disappointed.
"You want me to come in your ass, don't you?" I said, more a statement than a question.
"Oh yes, baby," she said. "I want you to feel you come in my ass. Fuck my ass, baby."
Her language was stronger than I'd ever heard before. There was something about being fucked in the ass that unleashed something inside her, as if all the barriers were now down and she was able to play free.Jan suddenly felt liberated from anything that may have been holding her back previously. Having my cock in her ass let loose all inhibitions.
I started moving my hips against her ass and fucking her in long strokes, being very careful not to pull all the way out. If I came out now, we'd have to start all over again.
Her hands started to snake underneath her to reach her pussy. Normally that turns me on tremendously, but I knew that if she did that she would come too soon.
"No," I warned, and stopped moving my hips. "Put your hands above your head."
She smiled, and did as she was told. I grabbed her wrists with my own, and held them together while putting most of my weight on my knees and thighs. I started fucking her slightly faster.
"Is this what you wanted, honey?" I asked, teasing. "You wanted your ass fucked?"
"Yes," she said. "Oh yes. Fuck me. Fuck my ass!"
My strokes became getting stronger and more commanding. "Your ass feels so good, baby," I said. "I wish I could have seen you practice."
"Maybe you will," she said coyly.
"Maybe?" I repeated, thrusting harder.
"Oh!" she cried in pleasure. "Yes! You can watch me."
"Watch you do what?" I pressed, fucking her harder now.
Her body responded to my thrusts by meeting me halfway. She wasn't just being fucked, she was attempting to swallow my cock from underneath. "I want you to watch me fuck my ass,with my vibrator" she said, no hesitation in her voice. That was it, she had crossed her final boundary.
Her hips were reaching for me now. "God, baby," she said, whimpering in that familiar, tell-tale sign that she was going to come. "I want you to come with me. Fuck my ass with your cock. I need to feel you come in me. Come in my ass."
Her words came out as a long string of demands, pleadings, and outright begging. Hearing her talk so openly, so dirty, caused the dam to break in me as well. I started fucking that sweet ass of hers, which not only received me but came up to grab me. The softness of her cheeks cushioned each thrust and seemed to welcome me home each time.
"Yeah," she said, feeling my insistent need. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Fuck my ass. Fuck that ass until you come. Come inside me, Come inside my ass."
Her cries were now yells. Her whimpers became shouts. She was right there with me.
My own orgasm came suddenly and violently. My body stiffened as I shot my come deep inside her bowels, but her own body didn't stop fucking me. She was determined to fuck me until every last drop was sucked out of me and inside of her ass. I heard a distant howl, and suddenly focused back to the present to find it was my precious baby growling like a bear as she came. It was nothing I had ever heard from her ever before.
"Come," she said, as if she was still instructing me, her body undulating under mine. "Come... come... come..."
Her body was still fucking me, even as she began her decrescendo from her orgasmic peak. It was only then that I realized that my hands were still holding her hands above her head. I released her wrists and pulled my cock out of her body somewhat abruptly.
"Ohh," she pouted.
"Sorry," I said, breathing heavy and ragged. "If I didn't do that right then it would have been really difficult to do it once we calmed down." It was a weak explanation, but I was finding it hard to breathe, let alone talk.
I rolled onto my side, and she slid off the other side of the bed. Her legs didn't want to work properly when she hit the floor, and gave out almost completely. She looked up, embarrassed, but got to her feet, laughing.
"Oops," she said. "Wasn't expecting that."
She ambled into the bathroom and closed the door. I reached over to the night table and pulled a couple of tissues out of the box. There was definitely another shower in our very near future.
While she was in the bathroom it dawned on me that she had had a full orgasm while I was holding her hands above her head. I had heard about people having anal orgasms before, but had never seen one before. I was somewhat stunned. It appeared that JanJan had a lot to show me that I never thought I'd ever experience.
Even so, my mind reeled. Practice? Anal orgasms? She loved me? She loved me?!?
Suddenly, the testosterone poisoning wore off and I refocused upon the major revelation of the day. It was all overwhelming. I couldn't believe my good fortune. All my life I had met people who didn't have anywhere near the same kind of sex drive that I had, which I could deal with. Here, though, was a woman who was gorgeous, smart, funny, imaginative, generous, and seemed to match me step-for-step. And she loved me!?
The bathroom door opened up and she came back into the room, flopping down on the bed in my arms. She kissed me full on the lips while playing with my nipple and tracing my tatoo with her finger nail. She flashed me that devastating cat-got-the-canary smile.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" she asked me.
"How unbelievably lucky I am," I answered, truthfully.
Suddenly, a cloud passed over her delicate features, her tiger eyes flashing with seriousness. It passed almost immediately, and her expression softened. "Baby," she said. "I meant what I said before. I just hadn't meant to say it like that."
I opened my mouth to speak, but she wasn't finished. "I need you," she continued, her voice soft. I shut my mouth. "It scares me how much I need you, because I'm not used to needing anyone for anything. And I'm not just talking about this –" she reached down and played with my soft cock.
"Don't get me wrong," she said. "I can't believe how well you fit me. All of me. Every hole. But I can't believe how well you fit ME,my heart,my soul,my life."
She lay her head down on my chest, her tussled hair fanning out. I stroked her hair, and though I couldn't see her face any longer, I felt a tear fall onto my breast.
"Honey," I said softly. She sighed.
"Janney," I said, even stronger. She looked up at me, her eyes having begun to redden.
"You are the best thing that ever happened to me," I said, looking her deep into her crystal eyes. "I –"
I hesitated for some reason. Suddenly I was afraid to say what I was really feeling, even though I had said it earlier. Or had I? Emotion and intellect crashed in upon me as I tried to figure out where I was.
Suddenly, a piercing light shone through like a knife, and it was her. "You make things clear for me," I said, putting words to my metaphor. "You make everything make sense."
I looked at her for a moment, watching the words register with her. Would she believe me? Could I be vulnerable with her and tell her how I truly felt? What if she didn't believe me? What if she rejected my true emotions, thinking that I was just going through the motions?
Refocusing, I saw her eyes searching mine. With a soft glance, she made all my fears seem laughable. "I love you too, Jan," I said. I opened my mouth to say something else, but anything more would have felt totally forced and insufficient. So, I closed my mouth and gave her a weak smile, hoping that she could see through my ineptness at speechmaking.
She swallowed, and then buried her head in my chest. She took a deep breath, and then looked up again, her eyes red but with a relieved smile on her lips.
She reached up to kiss me. "C'mon, Fudge," she said, sniffling. "Let's go get cleaned up."
With that, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathroom.
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