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.
Thursday, 19 June 2008
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.
Mothers milk story
She had not moved since I walked through the door, except to place the baby gently into his crib and to smooth her skirt across her thighs and down to her ankles in a curiously erotic gesture when she sat back down on the lounge.
She had not made a sound.
I stood still in the doorway and looked around me slowly, letting myself relax, feeling the sense of belonging, of home, seep into me.
The house was spotless as it always was. I could smell the appetising smell of freshly fried onion mingling with what?, lamb chops, coming from the kitchen. I could guess the rest, green peas with a nob of butter smeared over them, corn on the cob, mashed potato... ...the smells and my thoughts combined to make my stomach convulse with hunger.
Softly, in the background, I could hear Marvin Gaye silkily delivering "Sexual Healing" from the CD player. The music seemed to slide through the air to caress me, the listener. Forget the words, the sound was rich with passion, with emotion.
I put down my briefcase without saying a word, my eyes fixed on her. She knew me, knew that I loved to look at her, that I loved how demure and shy she looked sometimes, how it contrasted with how wild she could be.
The whore and the goddess. The mother and the lover. Oh woman, thou art a mystery to me.
From beneath her fringe her gentle eyes followed me as I walked slowly around her, looking at her from all sides. I found her very lack of motion intensively arousing, and I did not know why.
She made no effort to cover the breast she had been feeding the baby with, or to move her top at all. Her hands were clasped loosely together and placed in her lap. The curve of pale milky flesh that was her left breast nestled comfortably into the pale blue blouse, the left shoulder of which was pulled down to just above her elbow. A droplet of pale white liquid sat, coolly inviting, on the edge of her areola, just below her left nipple.
I moved around her left shoulder, my fingers trailing lightly across the back of her neck and then down the curve of her shoulder,and ending at the hollow which is the base of her spine. I could see a trail of goosie bumps following the path my fingers had taken. She shivered. I stopped in front of her, looking down at her.
In the stillness, in the near absence of motion, with the barely perceptible rise and fall of her breasts, I felt my cock thickening, hardening, in my pants.
Almost leisurely I reached down and picked up her hand, sliding my fingers down the palm and over the wrist,I brought it to my mouth and gently kissed the palm. It was warm and I felt her grip my hand, hold it. Without looking I pulled her hand towards me and spreading the palm, her hand under mine, begain to rotate it, pressing it in slow circular movements against my growing penis.
Her breath came out in a tiny gasp them, but she did not look up.
I felt her other hand sliding my fly down and then reaching inside my pants and pulling my cock out. I groaned as her cool soft skin grasped my head, fingers closing around my shaft, pulling it towards her. Her lips parted slightly, her small pink tongue flicked across them and was gone. Her head stayed forward, her fringe hanging over her eyes,her tussled gypsy locks cascading,the look she knew was my excitement,and had promised herself never to have it cut,only the ends trimmed,the ends she called ratties,mmmmmmm.
Leaning forward, I raised her head until her neck was arched, until I could see her eyes. She looked at me, and then through me, as if neither of us were really here. I gently moved her back in the chair, my right knee slowly but insistently spreading her legs. She closed her eyes as her back arched against the lounger, the motion bringing her ribcage up and out, her breasts pushed forwards towards me. Her hand continued to slide over my cock in leisurely strokes. I lowered my head, breathing heavily as I moved towards her nipple.
I licked the drop of milk from the underside of her full breast and she jerked, the breath punching out of her in a low moan.
She hooked one arm around my neck and pulled my head closer as she sat, head back, her knees pushed wide open, her breath coming in small hard spurts against my hair while my lips circled her breast, while my tongue flicked her nipple.
I took the nipple into my mouth, encasing it, running my teeth lightly across it. I could feel her heat now against my leg where she had canted her hips forward, felt her begin to rub her pelvis up against my knee, squeeze her thighs around my leg. Her hands, both now reaching forward and wrapped around my cock were tugging insistently. I could feel the heat rising, that curious glazed feeling suffusing my limbs.
I sucked, my mouth squeezing from behind the nipple, pulling forward, until her nipple finally popped out of my sucking lips.
Warm sweet nectar sprayed against the back of my mouth, trickled down my throat.
She grunted now, a gutteral sound with the word "fuck" lost repeatedly within it, and then her pussy was squelching moistly against my knee and her body was convulsing spasmodically, uncontrollably, against me.
It was too much for me too and I felt myself crest, the contractions rising from my core and spurting out of me in waves of pure sensation.
I felt, more than saw, my pumping hot semen, splatter across her naked breasts,trails catching her neck and throat,landing in a fertile puddle in her lap and over her hands over her hands.
My mouth found hers, wet and open, and almost as an after thought we kissed, her tongue playing gently with mine, her lips giving me wordless thanks for the pleasure she had just received,she gently bit my top lip so as not to bruise it,licked it clean of her milk tastes,and said,My Paul mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
She had not made a sound.
I stood still in the doorway and looked around me slowly, letting myself relax, feeling the sense of belonging, of home, seep into me.
The house was spotless as it always was. I could smell the appetising smell of freshly fried onion mingling with what?, lamb chops, coming from the kitchen. I could guess the rest, green peas with a nob of butter smeared over them, corn on the cob, mashed potato... ...the smells and my thoughts combined to make my stomach convulse with hunger.
Softly, in the background, I could hear Marvin Gaye silkily delivering "Sexual Healing" from the CD player. The music seemed to slide through the air to caress me, the listener. Forget the words, the sound was rich with passion, with emotion.
I put down my briefcase without saying a word, my eyes fixed on her. She knew me, knew that I loved to look at her, that I loved how demure and shy she looked sometimes, how it contrasted with how wild she could be.
The whore and the goddess. The mother and the lover. Oh woman, thou art a mystery to me.
From beneath her fringe her gentle eyes followed me as I walked slowly around her, looking at her from all sides. I found her very lack of motion intensively arousing, and I did not know why.
She made no effort to cover the breast she had been feeding the baby with, or to move her top at all. Her hands were clasped loosely together and placed in her lap. The curve of pale milky flesh that was her left breast nestled comfortably into the pale blue blouse, the left shoulder of which was pulled down to just above her elbow. A droplet of pale white liquid sat, coolly inviting, on the edge of her areola, just below her left nipple.
I moved around her left shoulder, my fingers trailing lightly across the back of her neck and then down the curve of her shoulder,and ending at the hollow which is the base of her spine. I could see a trail of goosie bumps following the path my fingers had taken. She shivered. I stopped in front of her, looking down at her.
In the stillness, in the near absence of motion, with the barely perceptible rise and fall of her breasts, I felt my cock thickening, hardening, in my pants.
Almost leisurely I reached down and picked up her hand, sliding my fingers down the palm and over the wrist,I brought it to my mouth and gently kissed the palm. It was warm and I felt her grip my hand, hold it. Without looking I pulled her hand towards me and spreading the palm, her hand under mine, begain to rotate it, pressing it in slow circular movements against my growing penis.
Her breath came out in a tiny gasp them, but she did not look up.
I felt her other hand sliding my fly down and then reaching inside my pants and pulling my cock out. I groaned as her cool soft skin grasped my head, fingers closing around my shaft, pulling it towards her. Her lips parted slightly, her small pink tongue flicked across them and was gone. Her head stayed forward, her fringe hanging over her eyes,her tussled gypsy locks cascading,the look she knew was my excitement,and had promised herself never to have it cut,only the ends trimmed,the ends she called ratties,mmmmmmm.
Leaning forward, I raised her head until her neck was arched, until I could see her eyes. She looked at me, and then through me, as if neither of us were really here. I gently moved her back in the chair, my right knee slowly but insistently spreading her legs. She closed her eyes as her back arched against the lounger, the motion bringing her ribcage up and out, her breasts pushed forwards towards me. Her hand continued to slide over my cock in leisurely strokes. I lowered my head, breathing heavily as I moved towards her nipple.
I licked the drop of milk from the underside of her full breast and she jerked, the breath punching out of her in a low moan.
She hooked one arm around my neck and pulled my head closer as she sat, head back, her knees pushed wide open, her breath coming in small hard spurts against my hair while my lips circled her breast, while my tongue flicked her nipple.
I took the nipple into my mouth, encasing it, running my teeth lightly across it. I could feel her heat now against my leg where she had canted her hips forward, felt her begin to rub her pelvis up against my knee, squeeze her thighs around my leg. Her hands, both now reaching forward and wrapped around my cock were tugging insistently. I could feel the heat rising, that curious glazed feeling suffusing my limbs.
I sucked, my mouth squeezing from behind the nipple, pulling forward, until her nipple finally popped out of my sucking lips.
Warm sweet nectar sprayed against the back of my mouth, trickled down my throat.
She grunted now, a gutteral sound with the word "fuck" lost repeatedly within it, and then her pussy was squelching moistly against my knee and her body was convulsing spasmodically, uncontrollably, against me.
It was too much for me too and I felt myself crest, the contractions rising from my core and spurting out of me in waves of pure sensation.
I felt, more than saw, my pumping hot semen, splatter across her naked breasts,trails catching her neck and throat,landing in a fertile puddle in her lap and over her hands over her hands.
My mouth found hers, wet and open, and almost as an after thought we kissed, her tongue playing gently with mine, her lips giving me wordless thanks for the pleasure she had just received,she gently bit my top lip so as not to bruise it,licked it clean of her milk tastes,and said,My Paul mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Monster mate story
It has to be said that my Janet has not only the cutest, but smallest pussy I've ever had the pleasure of being inside. And when we fuck, it's like she's gripping my cock so hard that she just wants me to cum inside.
One night we had a friend over and were chatting about everything and anything, and,after a couple of bottles of vino collapso,as usual the topic of sex arose and he mentioned that he cant use condoms. So we asked why and it turns out he cant pull them on because of the sheer girth of his manhood.
So Janny didnt believe him and simply thought he was making up stories again, since he likes to joke around so much, so the enevitable "Prove it!" came out of her lips. He glanced at her for a while to see if she was serious and on seeing her straight face, unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock.Oh the bloody nutter I thought.
The look of surprise could have been recorded and viewed for future prosperity,or you've been framed. My Janny's mouth was agape and her eyes drawn to this 10 inches of thick man-meat in front of her. Wowser! even I couldnt believe what I was seeing.
She asked if she could touch it and put her hand underneath his member and wrapped her fingers around it. She started stroking it slowly and watching it twitch with each stroke. She couldnt even wrap her hand around it, it was so thick.
She stared at me for a bit,that brazen hussy look of mischief in her eyes, then at our friend and knelt down for closer inspection. He didnt mind much as I knew he'd always been attracted toJanet, and he knew I was an ok guy to let her try things.
She looked, stared, stroked it a bit with her soft fingers, then pulled back his foreskin and licked the end, which surprised the hell out of him, but he stood firm. She flicked her tongue up and down the head and wet the end before slowly wrapping her warm lips around the tip,it was that second bottle of wine,and possibly the new braless silk top she was wearing,tits half hanging out,that boosted her confidence,and the fact we were relaxed with friends.
She tried, but couldnt get her mouth around his cock, but he was enjoying the effort made as her mouth slid back and forth along the head, making it glisten and wet.
Then came the clencher, she announced "I want to fuck it". Not him, but his cock, she wanted to try it out since she's never had a cock that size inside of her, let alone seen one. Our friend just grinned, as did I, and so did my Janny,she was wetting up trying to imagine being stretched by a mamoth cock possibly as thick as a babies head.
He shrugged his shoulders,smiled a tipsy smile and removed his trousers and underwear completely and sat back on the sofa, withJanny tugging down her panties and lifting her nice black dress above her waist. With mischief and devilment flashing in her fabulous eyes,she clambered on top and knowing this was going to be a real tight fit, emptied so much KY onto his cock that it could grease a turkey.
She slid the tip of his monster along her slit and really worked the KY jelly into her pussy before straddling him and slowly lowering herself onto him. I watched closely, sitting right in front of them, mesmorised. I seen her tiny lips stretch around his cock as she moaned to herself with every millimeter inserted,it must have felt like she was giving birth again.
This monster cock was such a sight, seeing her ass cheeks tighten as she forced herself downwards, his cock so wet with KY as it slid more and more into her tight pussy, with her moaning louder and louder, then finally a grunt as the head slid inside of her "uhh!".
The hard part was over and she rocked her hips slowly back and forth, up and down, taking more and more of his monster manhood inside her. He was enjoying the ride also, not having such a tight pussy ride him before, so the gripping would have felt unbelievable.
He held her close and cradled his hands around her ass, pulling her up and down, her eyes almost watering with the sheer size inside of her,tears staining the lovely 'Dusty Springfields'eye makeup. Eventually I watched his whole length disappear inside with a lot of moans and groans filling the air.
She was so horny and wet that you could see her wetness join the KY jelly, a different layer of sheen cover his cock as she kissed him and moaned softly into his mouth while riding slow and hard,she was shaking with the pleasure of it.
Up and down, up and down,her fabulous breasts jiggling,his hands fondling naked flesh as her dress was raised and her pert full boobs came into view for him to suck. Hands wandering while I watched streched lips engulf this huge cock inside of her while they both moaned with pleasure in the midst of a damn good fuck.
Things got faster, I knew someone was going to cum, but who? They were both horny as hell, kissing, caressing, feeling every part of each other, with me looking on and thinking so many horny thoughts. Then she clenched, her ass cheeks tightened her back arched,she pushed her full breasts outwards and upwards,threw her head back and her muscles worked hard, squeezing his cock like she did mines so many times.
She gasped so loud and thrust herself down hard onto his HUGE manhood and started jerking, shuddering back and forth, cumming hard while rocking her hips over him. I heard wetness as little squirts of liquid gushed from her pussy and dribbled down his cock,saturating her silky thighs.
His groans were getting loud also with this fabulous beautiful and extremely feminine woman wrapped tightly around him in every way, with her still rocking in motion and him grunting and thrusting his pelvis upwards to meet her, he eventually gasped loud and held her so tight as he shot his load inside her.
Spurt by spurt, with a veritable waterfall now gushing down his cock and spraying from her tight lips. So wet between their legs as slurping sounds were heard all around the room, the last throws of orgasm holding them both as they jerked in motion back and forth while he released the last of his cum deep inside her,splattering the walls of her venus palace and leaving cum trickling down her secret hills,deep within that heaven.
They relaxed, slumped back on the sofa and just lay there panting hard. My Jan Jan whispering and smiling with tears in her eyes, a good pain, so tight, yet orgasmic. He smiled back and kissed her again as they lay together with me looking on and smiling also.
After a while they both sat up, she dismounted his flacid cock, this time easier coming out that going in. Cum drenched the sofa and them both, knowing that a shower was needed for each.
Afterwards, all clean, we sat together and chatted once again, no more points needing proven, pleasured grins on all of our faces, with my partner stroking my crotch and me knowing she wanted seconds,I saw her teasing lick her lips slowly,was she wanting me to come off into her mouth first tonight.
One night we had a friend over and were chatting about everything and anything, and,after a couple of bottles of vino collapso,as usual the topic of sex arose and he mentioned that he cant use condoms. So we asked why and it turns out he cant pull them on because of the sheer girth of his manhood.
So Janny didnt believe him and simply thought he was making up stories again, since he likes to joke around so much, so the enevitable "Prove it!" came out of her lips. He glanced at her for a while to see if she was serious and on seeing her straight face, unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock.Oh the bloody nutter I thought.
The look of surprise could have been recorded and viewed for future prosperity,or you've been framed. My Janny's mouth was agape and her eyes drawn to this 10 inches of thick man-meat in front of her. Wowser! even I couldnt believe what I was seeing.
She asked if she could touch it and put her hand underneath his member and wrapped her fingers around it. She started stroking it slowly and watching it twitch with each stroke. She couldnt even wrap her hand around it, it was so thick.
She stared at me for a bit,that brazen hussy look of mischief in her eyes, then at our friend and knelt down for closer inspection. He didnt mind much as I knew he'd always been attracted toJanet, and he knew I was an ok guy to let her try things.
She looked, stared, stroked it a bit with her soft fingers, then pulled back his foreskin and licked the end, which surprised the hell out of him, but he stood firm. She flicked her tongue up and down the head and wet the end before slowly wrapping her warm lips around the tip,it was that second bottle of wine,and possibly the new braless silk top she was wearing,tits half hanging out,that boosted her confidence,and the fact we were relaxed with friends.
She tried, but couldnt get her mouth around his cock, but he was enjoying the effort made as her mouth slid back and forth along the head, making it glisten and wet.
Then came the clencher, she announced "I want to fuck it". Not him, but his cock, she wanted to try it out since she's never had a cock that size inside of her, let alone seen one. Our friend just grinned, as did I, and so did my Janny,she was wetting up trying to imagine being stretched by a mamoth cock possibly as thick as a babies head.
He shrugged his shoulders,smiled a tipsy smile and removed his trousers and underwear completely and sat back on the sofa, withJanny tugging down her panties and lifting her nice black dress above her waist. With mischief and devilment flashing in her fabulous eyes,she clambered on top and knowing this was going to be a real tight fit, emptied so much KY onto his cock that it could grease a turkey.
She slid the tip of his monster along her slit and really worked the KY jelly into her pussy before straddling him and slowly lowering herself onto him. I watched closely, sitting right in front of them, mesmorised. I seen her tiny lips stretch around his cock as she moaned to herself with every millimeter inserted,it must have felt like she was giving birth again.
This monster cock was such a sight, seeing her ass cheeks tighten as she forced herself downwards, his cock so wet with KY as it slid more and more into her tight pussy, with her moaning louder and louder, then finally a grunt as the head slid inside of her "uhh!".
The hard part was over and she rocked her hips slowly back and forth, up and down, taking more and more of his monster manhood inside her. He was enjoying the ride also, not having such a tight pussy ride him before, so the gripping would have felt unbelievable.
He held her close and cradled his hands around her ass, pulling her up and down, her eyes almost watering with the sheer size inside of her,tears staining the lovely 'Dusty Springfields'eye makeup. Eventually I watched his whole length disappear inside with a lot of moans and groans filling the air.
She was so horny and wet that you could see her wetness join the KY jelly, a different layer of sheen cover his cock as she kissed him and moaned softly into his mouth while riding slow and hard,she was shaking with the pleasure of it.
Up and down, up and down,her fabulous breasts jiggling,his hands fondling naked flesh as her dress was raised and her pert full boobs came into view for him to suck. Hands wandering while I watched streched lips engulf this huge cock inside of her while they both moaned with pleasure in the midst of a damn good fuck.
Things got faster, I knew someone was going to cum, but who? They were both horny as hell, kissing, caressing, feeling every part of each other, with me looking on and thinking so many horny thoughts. Then she clenched, her ass cheeks tightened her back arched,she pushed her full breasts outwards and upwards,threw her head back and her muscles worked hard, squeezing his cock like she did mines so many times.
She gasped so loud and thrust herself down hard onto his HUGE manhood and started jerking, shuddering back and forth, cumming hard while rocking her hips over him. I heard wetness as little squirts of liquid gushed from her pussy and dribbled down his cock,saturating her silky thighs.
His groans were getting loud also with this fabulous beautiful and extremely feminine woman wrapped tightly around him in every way, with her still rocking in motion and him grunting and thrusting his pelvis upwards to meet her, he eventually gasped loud and held her so tight as he shot his load inside her.
Spurt by spurt, with a veritable waterfall now gushing down his cock and spraying from her tight lips. So wet between their legs as slurping sounds were heard all around the room, the last throws of orgasm holding them both as they jerked in motion back and forth while he released the last of his cum deep inside her,splattering the walls of her venus palace and leaving cum trickling down her secret hills,deep within that heaven.
They relaxed, slumped back on the sofa and just lay there panting hard. My Jan Jan whispering and smiling with tears in her eyes, a good pain, so tight, yet orgasmic. He smiled back and kissed her again as they lay together with me looking on and smiling also.
After a while they both sat up, she dismounted his flacid cock, this time easier coming out that going in. Cum drenched the sofa and them both, knowing that a shower was needed for each.
Afterwards, all clean, we sat together and chatted once again, no more points needing proven, pleasured grins on all of our faces, with my partner stroking my crotch and me knowing she wanted seconds,I saw her teasing lick her lips slowly,was she wanting me to come off into her mouth first tonight.
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