Maeljw's blog: "My writing"

"Hey, Jake, it's cold. Come up here and get under the covers with us," someone complained from not far away. I knew I heard a woman's voice, and I wondered if I were dreaming or if someone really were with me. Upon brief semiconscious reflection, I realized the voice had said, "with us." As my mind filtered dream from reality, I realized there were two women in bed with me. I opened my eyes, lifted my head, and saw a lightly-tanned redhead spooning a darker-complected brunette. I recalled the events of the previous evening and chuckled that Suz and Michele even were in my bed. "Amazing" is the word that came to my mind. "Hi, guys. I'm cold too. You two go ahead and crawl under the covers. I'll be right back," I answered as nonchalantly as possible. I checked the clock on my night stand. It read, two in the morning. "How did the clock know?" I wondered. I did what any guy would do if he were awakened in the middle of the night, after engaging in his first threesome with two beautiful women. I climbed out of bed and wandered into the bathroom. I arrived above the toilet and looked down. Noting that I was both naked and soft, I thought, "Good, I'll be able to pee and go right back to bed." That's exactly what I did; well, I peed anyway. Just as I finished, I heard the pitter-pat of small feet approaching from behind. "May I help you, Jake?" She was Michele the shorter, thinner, and darker-complected woman. I'd swooned over her scent a few hours earlier. "Why was she in here?" Michele smiled at my obvious discomfort and reached for the nearby roll of toilet paper. She scowled, noticing the man-orientation of the roll, but nonetheless pulled the roll forward from the top, ripped off a goodly number of sections of paper, folded them neatly, grasped me and carefully dabbed me clean. She tossed the used paper into the bowl. I reached and flushed. She released my cock, rose from her knees, grasped both of my hands, and started to walk me to one of my twin sinks. She stopped. "Have we forgotten something, Jake?" she asked, with a concerned look on her face. Completely confused now, I only could shrug my shoulders and claim a lack of knowledge. I noticed her left foot tapping impatiently and quickly followed her eyes to the raised toilet seat. "Oops," I grimaced. I lowered the seat. "That's better, Jake," Michele smiled, as we continued our trip to the sink. She turned on the tap, finding the right combination of hot and cold, squirted some soap into her palms, and pulled my hands along with hers under the tap. We stayed there only for a moment and only to wet our hands. Michele sensuously rubbed her hands and fingers against, over, and all around mine mixing soap with water. She slowly scraped her silver-painted nails against my mildly ticklish palms, sending little shivers of electricity through my stomach, and into my groin. She massaged the soft musculature below each of my thumbs and each of my little fingers. She grasped the middle finger of each of my hands with the pads of her thumb and first three fingers and stroked those fingers up and down. I wondered if she were foretelling the future. She took her time, until all four of our hands were well lathered. Only then, did she push our hands back into the warm tap and rinse us thoroughly. She repeated her slow massage with a large, soft towel hung nearby. She suggestively dried each finger separately, wrapping the towel around the finger and stroking up and down. I'm a visual man, so needless to say, the more Michele touched, stroked, massaged, and dried me, the harder I became. By the time she finished, I was fully erect. Michele dropped to her knees, directly in front of me, alighting atop a comfortable area rug. She grasped my cock with her two tiny hands: front-hand fingers to her left and back -hand fingers to her right. She began a slow, steady double-handed pump. "Your cock's nice and hard, Jake. I caused that, didn't I?" Michele teased, knowing she had. I was wide-awake and thought to myself, "I can play this game." "Of course it's hard, Michele. You made it so. Does getting me hard make you proud of yourself?" I encouraged the playful exchange. "It sure does, Jake. It's exciting to know that this little lesbian turned you on so much, just by washing your hands," Michele bragged, as she tilted her head for effect, but kept her eyes focused on her hands sliding up and down my cock. "Lesbian? Michele's a lesbian? Does that mean Suz is as well? I thought these two women just kind of went both ways. What's going on here?" I wondered. She silently stroked me for a moment before a quizzical looked appeared on her face and she asked, "Would you like to know what feels so amazingly sensual about stroking you, Jake?" Her question intrigued me, but "Of course I would, Michele, but first, I have a question for you. Do you mind?" She bent forward, placed her mouth over the head of my cock, pushed forward an inch or two and withdrew. "Yum, it's been a long time since I tasted cock, Jake. Now, what was your question?" Finding myself totally out of my element, I stammered for a moment or two with "ums" and "ahs" and other assorted delaying sounds before asking, "Are you and Suz exclusive with each other?" "Well phrased, my man." she complimented with a grin. She stole another healthy gulp of cock for a few moments before withdrawing and continuing, "In answer to your question, yes, Suz and I have been exclusive with each other for about five years now. Any other questions?" "About a thousand or so " I thought, but managed, "So you're lesbians?" After another quick pause for more throat tickling, she answered, "Yes, Jake, we're lesbians." "Then, what's going on with me? Am I the flavor du Jour, or something like that?" She dive-bombed me again before responding, "I hope not, Jake. I sincerely hope not." "Isn't that a rather cryptic answer?" Once again she stuffed her throat while I asked my question. "I've missed the sensation of cock in my throat, Jake. I hope you don't mind if I make up for lost time while you ask these silly questions. What was it you asked? Oh yes, you didn't really ask anything, did you. You accused me of being cryptic. Yes, I suppose I am, but it's the best you're going to get until Suz awakens in the morning and all three of us can have a little chat." Michele paused for a moment allowing the impact of her answer to sink in before sliding her lips over me again. This time she didn't stop part way down. She continued until there was no further to go, until her nose pushed itself into my pubic hair. Growling sounds rose from her throat as her head twisted side to side. Slowly she ascended. With a serious expression she asked, "May I resume my exploration of your cock, or would you prefer going back to sleep?" I looked down at her kneeling before me. I smiled and invited, "Please, be my guest." Her face beamed her delight as she rewarded my bravery by taking me on another trip into the depths of her throat. While there, her fingers found my testicles and began softly squeezing. She withdrew and resumed stroking my now saliva-wetted cock. "Now, where was I when you so rudely interrupted my thoughts with your silly questions? Oh yes, I was about to describe how sensual it feels to stroke your cock. "It's the contrast I feel in the palms of my hands and in my fingers, Jake. The contrast of the smoothness and velvety texture of your skin against the hardness of your cock just makes me want to rub this thing all over my face and my breasts and my thighs and... You get the idea, don't you, Jake? "I can feel the veins in your cock. I know they're engorged with blood and that I caused that blood to surge from the rest of your body into those veins. My presence and your appreciation of my body, coupled with my hands' stroking you, created this amazing, sexual sequoia of yours. The vision in my mind is intense and my cunt is dripping with anticipation." I was both stunned and standing tall, but after a short pause, I managed to tease, "Anticipation of what?" She looked up at me and broke into a smile. "Not yet, mister. It's been a good long time since I've gotten to play with one of these and you're just going to have to wonder about that answer while I enjoy myself down here." Michele chuckled before continuing, "You need to understand something about me, Jake. My values include being good at sex. What do you think; how am I measuring up so far?" "So far, I'd declare you a definite wizard. "Shall I continue then? "You're doing great, Michelle. Yes, more, and keep squeezing my balls as well. How do they feel to you?" "I like squeezing them. They feel so tight. That means you're getting close to cumming, doesn't it? Your tight balls create a hot image in my mind. Imagine my two little hands stroking you. Imagine my mouth sucking you. Imagine my fingertips teasing your balls and causing your balls to fill up with cum almost to the bursting point," explained Michele, carefully crafting a vivid picture for my fertile brain to ponder. "As you know, Michele, physically something completely different is happening down there, but the picture you've painted in my mind sure looks good to me. "I see that you've actually squeezed a droplet of cum right out of me. Do you see it there on the tip of my cock? Any idea what you could do with that droplet of my cum?" I egged her on. "Oh, I have an idea all right," Michele answered with an eager smile, clearly playing along. With her hands gently stroking me, she leaned back and looked me in the eye. "Do you like to read erotica, Jake? I do. I particularly like to read about cum man cum, woman cum, I don't care. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be covered in cum from head to toe. Anyway, the erotica authors seem to call that little droplet precum. I did read a really cute tale not long ago about a guy who named his cock Hector. Can you imagine that? It's silly, right? Does your cock have a name? Maybe if we get along really well, I can give him one," suggested Michele, as she continued her story. "Well, this author must have liked to write about cum just as much as I like to read about it," Michele continued. "Do you know why? I'll tell you. He wrote that his precum was, Hector's candy. Oh, and do you know what this guy's woman did? She took one of her fingertips, just like I'm doing now and used that fingertip to wipe away the little droplet of candy. She very sensuously opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Her man had an up close view and watched intently, as she deposited that droplet of candy right there: right on the tip of her tongue, just as I'm doing with your precum now," Michele described with a teasing grin on her face as she demonstrated the lovers' actions. "Yummy," Michele mouthed, carefully and sensually drawing out her adjective, approving my taste. "Then, Jake, the woman swallowed. Did you watch my throat swallow your cum? It's exciting, isn't it? I so like the taste of your cum." "That's really hot. Not only are your hands and mouth exquisite on my cock and balls, but your voice is exquisite in my mind. It's amazing listening to you while watching you stroke me with my cock only inches from your face and pointed right at you. You make me fantasize about exploding right on your face and covering you with my cum," I admitted, wondering if I might be laying the groundwork for the near future. "I'm both quite verbal and quite visual about sex, Jake. Keep talking to me. You never know, you just might get lucky," Michele teased while making no promises. "Do you think you could stroke me enough to create another drop of Hector's candy for me?" I suggested, changing the subject to keep up with Michele's banter as her stroke lengthened and her grip on my cock tightened. "Ah, yes. That feels good. Use your dainty little hands, woman. Good work, Michele. See, there's another droplet of cum right on the tip of me. Use a finger and remove that droplet from my cock and reach up here and feed it to me," I directed. "I've got it. Now open up and stick out your tongue. There you go, big guy. Taste yourself. Taste a fresh droplet of your own cum. Do you like that? I know you do." "You're right. I do like the taste of my own cum. Spread your legs a bit," I ordered, taking the lead temporarily. "That's it," as I dropped to my knees. "Now watch two of my man-fingers disappear into your hot, wet, woman-loving cunt. Feel me in there? Just a quick in-and-out a couple of times. I'll add a little wiggle for good measure. I like it in there, Michele. You're tight, but stretchable. I even feel those special ridges of yours. Was that a gasp from you? Did I cause that?" I asked, rhetorically. Michele answered with a soft "um" while her eyes closed, her head fell backward and her hips bucked upward against my invading fingers. "It's time to pull my fingers out. I'll bet when I do they'll have your juice all over them. Let's see. Oh, they do, Michele. See them glisten. Watch them disappear into my mouth now. Yes. I like that. Your taste is just as good as your scent. I do think my fingers need another dip into your cum well," I teased. "Cum well what an apt description. Ha. How tempting it would be to pick her up by her hips, throw her legs over my shoulders, pull that cum well right up to my mouth and slake my thirst." "There we go. A couple of strokes and another wiggle ought to get my fingers nice and wet with your juices again. Open up, Michele. Suck your nectar from my fingers. That's it, you sexy little thing. Tastes good, doesn't it?" She licked and sucked deliciously on my fingers before I withdrew from her eager mouth. "It sure does, Jake. You and I seem to have at least two things in common: we both love your taste and we both love my taste," Michele observed as our little discussion escalated and became hotter and hotter. "Stand up again. I like the view of your cock better when he points directly into my face," Michele teased, while she suggestively licked her own lips. I paused just long enough to realize exactly what I wanted. "No. I want to fuck you. I want to stuff my cock into that elegant, but neglected cunt of yours and just fuck you silly. Just before I cum I want to pull my cock out of your cunt and I want to splatter that gorgeous face of yours with my man-cum. I know just where to take you to do it. Stand up and follow me." Michele raised her eyebrows and tilted her head as though she didn't quite know what to make of this man's change of attitude. After a moment of supposed contemplation, she smiled and offered her hand. I accepted her hand and pulled her up. I led her downstairs and into my office at the far end of the hall. Once inside, I closed the door. I wanted privacy. Michele looked around the room as though she were categorizing its contents. About three-quarters of the way around she stopped and smiled. She'd spied my desk chair. "Jake, does that chair adjust in all the ways I suspect it does?" "I'm glad you noticed, Michele. It does. I can make the seat higher; I can make it rotate; and I can make it rock. Any other adjustments about which you're curious?" "Only one, Jake." I turned to look at her and waited for her to continue. "When do we get started?" she added with a large grin spreading across her face. "Oh, and Jake you'd better get a towel for the seat. I'd hate to stain that nice leather." I smiled, excused myself and found an appropriate towel in the bathroom next door. I placed the towel on the seat and offered my hand again. "Climb on, Michele. Then, I'm going to raise the seat so I can stand in front of you and fuck." I'd not tried this particular use of my chair before, but in quick order I'd found and locked in the right height. I grabbed two legs and slid them forward until Michele's cunt hung over the edge of the chair. "I need a quick appetizer, Michele." "Help yourself, sir." I looked down and marveled at her legs spread as wide as the chair's arms would permit. Her little inverted triangle of dark pointed directly at her pleasure point. I knelt, touched my nose to that apex and inhaled deeply. "Oh, how I love that scent." Opposing thumbs touched and spread her slightly gapping lips. An eager tongue found the trough between said lips and drank her essence as it dragged from the bottom of her to the top. She startled a bit as the tongue first touched her small, but slightly protruding ball of joy. I lingered there for only a few moments as she was quite ready to receive me. I stood and with my fingers still parting her labia. I directed her to grasp me and make the proper introductions of cock to cunt. Michele leaned forward, found me with two hands, bent, and gave me a quick lick. She pulled, rubbed the small head up and down across her entrance, reached for the back of my ass with one hand and pulled. I slid in slowly as though I'd always belonged there. As I'd noted earlier, Michele was tight but stretchable. Her now free second hand joined her first on my ass and she and I began a slow thrust and retreat drill. Before long, she released my ass and used her hands to spread her own legs even wider for me. My hands released Michele's lips and locked onto the arms of the chair. Soon, my hips negotiated a mutual cooperation treaty with the chair's rocking motion. I thrust, the chair rocked down. I withdrew, the chair rocked up. With each of my thrusts, the chair's motion brought the top of my shaft into contact with Michele's clit and pulled a breath of joy from her mouth. I slowed my stroke. "Michele?" "Yes, Jake?" "I want to finish in here, not on your face." "I'd like that also, but " "Just so you know, I had a vasectomy many years ago and clean test about three months ago followed by abstinence. Is that good enough?" "It is with me, Jake. Suz and I have been exclusive since well before my last test. Is that good enough for you?" Our eyes met as our faces morphed into wide grins of acceptance. "Hammer away, big guy. I may be small, but I can handle whatever you've got to offer. Oh, and just in case you're wondering nice fit in there." I wouldn't describe our pace exactly as hammering, but we weren't slow either. It was a good pace, a steady pace. I was content and from the sounds escaping Michele's throat, I'd judge she was as well. "I have an admission, Jake." Michele began as she moved a finger to her clit and began slowly stroking herself." "I like that, Michele. Touch yourself whenever you'd like. Now, as to that admission, are you going to tell me that I've converted you already? "Ha, you wish. "No, Jake. I'm recalling yesterday evening in the bar. You see, after you and Suz moved to the far end, I kind of watched. I saw how that brazen slut took advantage of you. I saw her use her knee and her hand to force you to cum. You really let her have it when you splattered your man-cream all over her leg, didn't you? That was so amazing. I found myself wishing it were me instead of her. "I couldn't believe what you did next though. When Suz was about to clean herself with napkins, you reached down, and you wiped up all the cum you could with your fingers and then you fed that cum to Suz. Then you kissed her," Michele recalled, as she began a small bucking motion against mine. "What a sensual act that was. You completely turned me on. My hand went straight to my crotch and began pinching and rubbing hard. You made me so hot that I stroked myself off right there in my pants. I knew at that moment, I just had to join the two of you for the night," Michele admitted, obviously quite turned on by her recollection. "Well, Michele, my first thought is that I'm embarrassed that you saw anything, but my second thought is that I'm glad you did. It excites me even more to know that Suz and I got you so turned on that you did yourself right there behind the bar." "I have to admit the pleasure of my own little journey into voyeurism last night, Michele. I was instantly turned on watching you and Suz. You two were so sensual kissing and stroking each other. You moved so slowly and you touched so gently. Your heads twisted this way and that. What really sent me off though was watching your tongues and your fingertips. Although I've done it myself, watching either of you lick or touch the other's cheek or eyelid or neck just about sent me over the edge." "My goodness, Jake. We had no idea you even noticed such things. Maybe we'll make you an honorary lesbian." "Hm, I'll take that as compliment, and thanks, but I think I'll just stay hetero. I couldn't imagine losing the sensations I'm feeling right now," I laughed. "I'm liking those sensations as well, Jake. Keep pumping, my man. "I do have a request though, Jake." "What's that?" "When you cum I want you to feed your cum to me just like you fed Suz last night and I want you to kiss me like you kissed her." "I think we can arrange that, my little one." And with that deal being struck we began fucking in earnest. I pumped and pulled harder. Michele thrust in time with me as best she could. Her fingers remained active on her clit. I watched her cheeks redden and small droplets of dew appear on her forehead. I watched her eyes close as her upper teeth bit into her lower lip. I watched as her left hand picked up its pace on her clit. I listened to the sound of my cock's sloshing into her ever-moister cunt. I listened to sounds created deep within her. I watched her head slowly move side to side and then pick up speed. I felt her hips thrust more forcefully against me. I picked up my own pace to match hers and I spoke softly to her, encouraging her cum. "Close your eyes and see me with your mind, Michele. Picture my large, blood- engorged man-cock assaulting your tight, little lesbian cunt. Watch me slide in and pull out. Appreciate the sensations you've not enjoyed for eons. Listen to the music I create within your body. See the symphony of colors before your closed eyes; watch the patterns: streaks of red, stars of blue, flashes of white and yellow and purple. Relax, little one. Relax and listen and see and feel. Let it come. Cum for me. Cum for you." Cum she did. Staccato gasps escaped her throat. Her head shook wildly. Her hips bucked against my cock. I pummeled her, slamming my balls against her ass. Her contractions squeezed me and provided all the encouragement I needed. I buried myself as deeply into her cunt as I could and I shot my scalding, thick, man-jism into her over and over and over until we each were finished. I just stood for a moment, buried within her. She laid quietly, with her hands still, as her breath returned to normal. Her eyes opened. I knew it was my signal. "Hold yourself closed, Michele." I slowly withdrew as her fingers pushed tender labia together. I knelt in front of her and placed my mouth over her cum filled hole. She released and I flowed into my own mouth. I sucked and I licked and I collected all of me she had to offer. I stood and unable to speak, invited Michele to lay on the carpeting by simply pointing once at her and then at the floor. I offered my hand, as she climbed from the chair and lay on her back. I dropped to my knees and bent my face to hers. She opened her mouth, but I shook my head. I stroked her cheeks and forehead, pushing her hair from her damp skin. I touched her eyelids to close them. Only then did I release our cum in small droplets onto her face. In the end, I dotted her forehead, her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose, and her chin. I sat back on my haunches and uttered a single word, "precious." I bent again and began licking. I alternated licks with kisses, allowing her to suction the essence of us from my tongue. We were not quick; indeed, we savored our process. Eventually, there was no more to lick. Michele told me to lay down. She rose to her knees and took my now soft shaft into her mouth. She stroked with her tongue and suctioned with her throat. I felt several small contractions and wondered if she'd been rewarded. Soon, her mouth found mine and we again mixed saliva and cum. I rose and motioned for her to stay. From the bath I returned with a small, wet and hot towel. I wiped her face thoroughly and then proceeded to her cunt and did the same. I dried each with a second soft towel. We stood and shared one final kiss. It was gentle and lasted forever. Neither of us hurried. We casually explored each other's mouths; touching softly; probing gently. As that kiss slowed, we each knew we each were finished for the night. "Let's go back to bed, Michele." I stood, picked her up, and cradled her in my arms, as I carried her to the bedroom. Suz was under the covers and appeared to be sound asleep. I laid Michele on the bed next to Suz and watched as Michele spooned herself backward into Suz's arms. It looked like such a natural position for the two of them. I crawled into bed behind Suz, wrapped my arms around her, feeling her bottom snuggle back against my groin. Soon, the three of us were fast asleep. The bedside clock read 3:00 a.m.

"Personally I think it'd be a great idea Michele, but you've got to ask him. After all, you've known him longer than I," Suz responded to her long time friend's not quite innocent query. "Suz, I barely know him. I mean, he comes in here once in a while and I serve him that nasty tasting beer he likes. He seems pleasant enough, but I don't really know him at all. Come on, do it for me, please," pleaded Michele. "Not a chance kiddo. I don't even know if he's any good." "Oh, don't give me that. He's good all right. How many guys do you know who kiss as sensually as it looked like he kissed you while your mouth was full of his cum? Besides, it's not as though you and I exactly are strangers in bed," Michele continued her argument. "Okay, so he's probably good. Look Michele. You're drop dead gorgeous. What's any guy going to say when you sidle up to him, tilt your head just so, put your hand on his arm, slowly glance from me to him, back to me and then back to him, and ask demurely, "May I come too, please? Don't worry, if he looks to me, I'll back you on this one." ********************* I'd had to excuse myself for a short trip to the restroom following Suz' little hand, knee job. Wow! Amazing it was. When I left, Suz had been talking with Michele, that cute little bartender. What an interesting woman she was with her skinny little bod and long, curled dark hair. I'll bet she's only a shade taller than five feet and she can't weigh much more than a hundred pounds. Although her breasts didn't appear large, they certainly were noticeable. Couple all that with a slightly dark complection, dark eyes and a great smile when she chose to show it. I also knew from bantering with her that every now and then some thought popped out of her mouth that definitely showed a well-developed brain. I'd never given her too much thought though, but now she was chatting up the woman on whose leg I'd just cum in a very public and only slightly darkened bar. I rounded the corner from the rest room and my eyes sought out Suz. Michele was still there. I approached a bit cautiously, hoping my short absence hadn't given Suz time to change her mind about leaving with me. "Hi guys," I quipped as I approached. "Suz, are you ready to leave?" Suz stepped close, stretched to her tiptoes, gave me a quick peck on the cheek and announced, "Absolutely Jake, but I think Michele has something to ask you first." Taken aback somewhat by Suz' statement, I turned toward Michele and was greeted by an outstretched hand reaching for me from across the bar. Five silver nails made first contact with my arm and slowly scraped downward until a small palm covered the back of my hand. I was drawn to both the warmth and strength of her touch. As the deepest large brown eyes into which I'd ever peered slowly moved back and forth between Suz and me as though they were seeking confirmation of some secret agreement, Michele stuttered, "Um Jake, I know you and I don't know each other very well, but I've always thought you were kind of an interesting guy and you don't know it, but I have known Suz for some time." She paused, appeared to gulp for courage and continued, "We, I mean, I, was wondering if you'd mind if I, um, came also." To say I was shocked would be a complete understatement. It never occurred to me that Michele would be even slightly interested in me, much less interested in me and another woman I'd just met. "So you two, ah, know each other?" I managed to stammer as I looked back and forth from one conspiratorially grinning face to the other. "Interesting word, 'know,' Jake," posited Suz. "Yes, I'd say Michele and I, 'know,' each other," as she slyly licked her lips and broadened her smile. I turned back to Michele, but all I got were flashing eye lashes as though she were a bad actress in some grade B horror flick. Feeling as though I were about to be taken where at least this man had not gone before, I straightened my back, puffed out my chest and with as much feigned confidence as possible, answered, "Well ladies, I only live a few blocks from here. At least give me home court advantage. I suspect I'll need it." Two faces lit up with wide smiles. Michele literally skipped around from behind the bar. Suz grabbed one of my arms, Michele grabbed the other and away we went. A two-car parade followed me out of the parking lot. After a quick left turn, we wended our way along a winding tree and condo lined boulevard for about a quarter mile. We made another left turn onto my street, found the second driveway on the right, turned in and we were home. Three globes, one on either side of a double garage door, and one above a door next to the garage lit a golden path for us against the cedar siding of my home. It was not a large home, but it was a nice one. I actually designed it myself and had a local architect, a buddy of mine, draw up the plans. We entered through an indoor, outdoor room whose four large, sliding doors faced south and were designed to catch whatever sun filtered through bare tree branches in the winter. We walked through another door and into a short hallway that separated my office on one end of the home from the living area on the other. People would call the living area a great room, a combination kitchen, dining area and living area. The living room area was one step below the rest of the home and was open above to a high, sloped, wood-covered ceiling that followed the roof line. Stairs in the hallway led up to a single bedroom and down to a finished basement. The bedroom upstairs actually was situated over the kitchen and dining area and looked across a half wall into the living room below. The ceiling's slope continued upward into the bedroom before peaking and sloping back downward. Everything was nicely furnished, at least for a guy. The living room furniture was the obligatory light tan leather on a taupe carpet highlighted by several brightly hued area rugs. Three colorful Tarkays as well as a few other paintings hung on off-white walls. A stone fireplace dominated the far wall. Large windows were centered in the two side walls and another slider led to a deck off the dining area. I touched the Bose and Eva Cassidy filled the room directly from Blues Alley to our ears. I offered the women a glass of semi-decent red. They accepted. I opened, decanted, made small talk for a few minutes, poured three glasses, passed two to the women, toasted "life, lust and the pursuit of joy," clinked, sipped and received a, "very nice Jake," in return. I nodded my own approval and led the way upstairs carrying both my own glass and what was left in the decanter. We reversed directions at a small landing and continued upward. The top of the stairs opened to a decent sized bedroom on the right and a large bath, closets and a dressing area on the left. We turned right. I set the decanter on a small round table situated between two solid easy chairs and turned to find two very sexy women locked in each other's arms. "Hm, here's to the poet Saphos," I thought to myself, taking a large gulp from my glass before setting it aside. I freed my new friends' hands of their wine glasses and set those glasses on the half wall overlooking the living room. I turned back to the two women, who now were kissing and asked politely, "I've fantasized for years about a three-way kiss with two beautiful women. May I join you?" "Not at the moment Jake. Why don't you just sit in one of these chairs right here and entertain yourself while you watch for a few minutes," cooed Suz. Sitting and watching wasn't exactly my first choice, but in truth, as a second choice, it was quite acceptable. Besides, I could think of it as extended foreplay. So I sat and watched a slightly taller, slightly larger breasted, fair skinned, blue-eyed redhead and a slightly shorter, slightly skinnier, more mysterious, dark-eyed, dark-haired beauty as Eva's rendition of Fine and Mellow accompanied the women into my imagination. It was their pace that captivated my attention. They were in no hurry. They slowly stroked each other's faces. They looked into each other's eyes. They nibbled each other's lips. They licked each other's ears and necks and eyelids. They tugged at each other's hair. They moved their hips almost, but not quite, in unison with each other, the difference's being only enough to create an interesting friction. I don't know why, but my eyes were drawn even lower than their hips and I noticed four bare feet, two with toes polished crimson against pale skin and two with toes painted silver against darker skin. Back to their faces, I watched as a tongue licked here, teeth bit there, lips joined and slid apart, heads sensually tilted this way and that as eyes maintained contact and a finger nail tantalizingly trailed a fine line across a cheek. My left hand found my wine glass as my right found a growing bulge in my lap. Four fingers and a thumb began stroking the bulge in time with the women's movements as I sipped my wine contentedly. My eyes remained locked on the slow show unfolding before me. Suz finally moved first as she stepped back enough to unbutton Michele's white bartender's shirt, revealing a small, lacy, white bra. I thought I saw dark areolas showing through the white bra, but Suz' mouth quickly attacked whatever I'd seen and blocked my view. I watched with fascination as Suz literally chewed on Michele's breast. A pair of hands found the back of Suz' head, wrapped their fingers in luscious, thick red hair and pulled Suz closer. Those hands slowly manipulated Suz' head from side to side, but did not allow it to leave their breast. Eventually one hand moved from Suz' head and covered Michele's own vacant and still bra-covered nipple. Michele's fingers slowly pinched, twisted, tweaked, pulled and kneaded. The hand remaining on Suz' head centered itself and began applying more and more pressure. With fingers spread wide behind Suz' head and intertwined in her hair, Michele alternately forced Suz' head close and then used hair to pull Suz' head away. Michele's groin also became a bit more active. One of her legs worked its way between Suz' legs as Suz' knees bent just enough to enhance contact with Michele's leg. Similarly one of Suz' legs worked it's way between Michele's. Groins ground against legs. One of Suz' feet searched for and found Michele's. Toes touched toes. I continued to sip and stroke. A minute passed; two minutes; more time. I was becoming warm. The women continued at their own pace. Finally, Michele threw back her head and almost screamed, "Stop already and take off my damn bra. I want your skin on mine." Suddenly there was a flurry of activity as fingers pushed buttons through holes, pulled zippers and unsnapped bras. A shirt flew past my head. A dress slid to the floor. Two bras were tossed aside. Michele did a magnificent balancing act as she leaned on Suz and pulled first one leg and then another from tight black pants. Two women stood before me wearing nothing but a single silver thong between them. Being a naturally curious guy, my eyes were drawn to the areas directly below the women's navels. Suz, I could see, was completely shaven. Michele's condition was hidden by that silver thong, although nothing was peeking out from the sides. It struck me that only a couple of hours earlier in the far end of a slightly darkened bar, my right hand had been mere inches from Suz' completely bare, absolutely unclothed pussy. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself at what must have been running through Suz' mind as her knee ground itself against my cock and balls. Could she have been wondering, "When's this guy going to move that hand a few more inches and find me bare?" Focusing my mind back on the present I saw that four hands had found four bare breasts and were kneading the same. "Ladies, would you turn yourselves just a bit?" I asked with as much bravado as I could muster. Two faces turned toward me raising their eyebrows. "Just for my viewing pleasure you understand," I added with a small smile. Well, not only did they turn, but they walked toward me and stood not more than a foot directly in front of me. Two bodies bent and two arms reached. Two hands found my lap and slowly touched where I had been stroking. "Nice bulge Jake," quipped someone. "We're going to need to use that in a few minutes, so don't let anything happen to it," added the other. Stepping back, Suz leaned toward Michele and whispered something in her ear. Michele turned and whispered back into Suz' ear. Back and forth they went. I sat up a bit straighter, wondering. I watched another sexy kiss and was about to lower my hands back to my crotch when Michele teased, "Jake, I'm still wearing this awful thong. Would you please do something about it?" "Yes Jake, please," echoed Suz. "I cain't hardly eat her out now cain I, what with her bein' almost fully clothed," Suz teased in a mock hillbilly accent. To say a grin spread across my face would be an understatement. I began to rise from my chair when I heard, "Stay there Jake." It was Suz. I dropped back into the chair and watched Suz walk behind my chair. Michele walked to the front of the chair, placed her right foot on the seat next to my left hip, grabbed the back of my head and pulled herself up and into a standing position, as she placed her left foot opposite my right hip. Her arms reached over me finding Suz shoulders as Michele leaned forward and tucked her knees just under my shoulders. I found the triangular patch of a silver thong almost stuck into my mouth. I felt Suz adjusting herself behind me and I glanced up and back just in time to see Michele's hands grab Suz' head and pull it back to her breasts. At the same time Suz reached behind Michele, grabbed two cheeks and slowly began pulling on one tight little ass, grinding Michele's thong against my mouth. "Just take it off, but don't get too playful with her down there Jake," cautioned Suz. "I've got dibs on the first lick." My hands instinctively reached behind Michele and found Suz' hands. Placing mine on top of hers, I pulled Michele even tighter against my mouth and my nose. I inhaled noisily and deeply as might a sommelier testing the bouquet of a fine wine. Suddenly my nose was awash with the slightly pungent, slightly sweet scent of a combination of strong black coffee, of full tannined red wine, of a lick of lemon and of a teaspoon of plain yogurt on a cool, crisp autumn's morning. I love the scent of a woman and I loved the scent of Michele. My hands found her thong and pulled it slowly down. I carefully lifted first one of her feet and then the other, allowing her to step out of the confines of the thong. My hands moved to Michele's hips and pushed her groin a bit further away from me. I just stared at her, savoring the view. She was cleanly shaven except for a dark, lush, but carefully trimmed equilateral triangle, two inches on a side, pointing down at her clitoris. My nose reclaimed its former territory and centered itself at the bottom vertex of that triangle. I again inhaled deeply, becoming dizzy with thoughts of the evening's prospects. Although I was tempted, I heeded Suz' claim of dibs. "She's bare and she's all yours Suz," I announced. Suz followed up with, "Jake, I need you to carefully get out of that chair, but do so in a way that Michele continues standing right where she is." "Suz, you hold her hips. Michele, you hold on to Suz' shoulders. I'll just slouch down a bit and slide out between your legs." I no sooner began my slouching routine when I heard, "Stop!" Who was I to argue with a tag team of beautiful women? I stopped with my head directly between Michele's legs. I immediately felt the beginnings of a slow grind from above. Michele actually was rocking herself back and forth against the top of my head. "That feels good Jake. You give excellent head," punned Michele. "Mi cabeza es tu cabeza, Michele," I lilted back at her. That brought a small chuckle as Michele continued to grind. "Enough Michele," declared Suz. "I've not eaten in some time and I'm starved. I'm sure Jake will be glad to give you all the head that you want later." "Ah, spoil sport," whined Michele. Whatever the sentiment, Michele opened her legs and I continued my slouching until I was able to slide from the chair and stand. "Very good Jake. You're a smart guy right?" Suz queried hypothetically. "You come around here behind this chair and sit on the floor. I want you facing me, with your back a few inches from the chair." I did what Suz asked. "Now put your hands on my ass and help me. I'm going to step over you and sit on your shoulders." I contemplated the geometry only briefly before doing as told. Suz followed through herself, placing one leg over each of my shoulders and sliding her pussy directly into my face. "Ah, there we go. Comfy?" asked Suz. "Absolutely," I managed to mumble. "Now Michele, support yourself with your hands on my shoulders and lean over a bit so I can reach you," continued Suz. Michele did and she was greeted with a mouth against her pussy. "Are you comfy up there?" questioned Suz as though she were the concerned adult among us. "Well, I would be if you'd get that supposedly hungry mouth of yours working," answered Michele playing the role of an eager but sassy teen. "Patience sweety," cautioned Suz. I couldn't see what was going on above me, but for my part, opposing thumbs did what came naturally, touching Suz' labia, spreading them sideways and exposing Suz completely. "Very good Jake. You're a quick study," complimented Suz. "Now, what do you say to simultaneous first licks?" "On three?" and without waiting for an answer, I continued, "You do the honors Michele." "One . . . two . . . oh, I was just wondering," sounded a voice from above and slightly behind my head. Two tongues, each about to strike out upon hearing the anticipated three, stopped. "Wondering what?" asked Suz. "Well, I was wondering what we're going to do about Jake. I mean, he's still wearing all his clothes and he's had that bulge for some time now," responded Michele. "That's a good question Michele," Suz answered. "How about if Jake makes me cum before you, then he gets to choose his fate, but if I make you cum first, then you and I get to choose?" "Sounds good to me," I heard from above. "Hold it ladies. That's not fair. Everyone knows women are better cunnilinguists than men. Besides, that rule gives Michele a motivation to cum first, while you, Suz, will be motivated not to cum." "Maybe so about Michele, Jake, but not true about me. I've been dying for a good solid orgasm ever since swapping cum with you back in that bar. Now give us three Michele." "Three!" I wasn't certain exactly what was going on above me, but if I had to guess, I'd say that one tongue attacked one pussy with vigor. I know that's exactly what happened directly in front of my face. Not only did my tongue attack, but two of my fingers quickly grouped, slid upwards into a very moist pussy and began stroking with pads facing outward. I licked and I stroked. Slow soft licks followed by quick, light flicks of my tongue over a quite stiff, not-so-little clitoris. It wasn't long before I heard sounds from above, but at about the same time, I detected movement from the object of my attention. My fingers found that most sensitive ridged area inside the front wall of Suz' pussy and stroked relentlessly. My tongue continued against her clitoris. Higher pitched sounds came from above and there was more movement in front of me. I added a bit of sucking to my repertoire, but received no significant feedback. I tried a little nibble and immediately heard a quick gasp from Suz. Ah ha, I thought to myself. Teeth it is. As carefully as I could, I grasped Suz' little rock with my front teeth and dragged slowly across its length. That brought more sound and some significant grinding from Suz. I alternated a few slow licks followed by more teeth. There were two clear voices above, both sounding their approval. I continued and soon felt the beginning of quivers in Suz' legs. I knew I was close to my goal. From the words I heard up above, I knew Michele was getting close as well. They had to be Michele's words because Suz hardly could formed them if her mouth were as busy as I knew it were. Suddenly from above I heard a desperate, "Lick me hard you slut! Yes, yes, yes!" I knew I had lost the race. Nonetheless, I was determined to give Suz what she so proudly had given me earlier. I knew I wasn't far away. A few more strokes of my fingertips, a few more licks, more teeth and a finger slowly penetrating Suz' anus did the trick. She screamed and began bucking herself against my face. I continued as best I could and in another few seconds, I was greeted by the flow of sweet, warm nectar directly from Suz' pussy. I quickly removed my fingers and replaced them with my mouth, sucking and accepting all I could. It took a couple of minutes for the women to calm and regain their senses. I continued sucking and licking, just as I suspected Suz was doing above. I sensed movement above me and realized Michele was dismounting from the chair. As soon as she reached the safety of the floor I heard, "Get out of those clothes Jake and sit in the chair." I didn't need to be told twice. I helped Suz remove her legs from my shoulders, I rose and I stripped and I sat. Fortunately and in accord with Michele's previous warning, my bulge still was bulging. Just as quickly as I sat, the pussy on which I had been sucking a moment earlier joined me at the front of the chair, turned her back to me, squatted and impaled herself on my very hard cock. She immediately began bouncing. Almost as quickly, a certain short, thin, dark complected woman knelt between the widely spread legs of the now impaled and bouncing pussy and began her own licking session. To my personal surprise and pleasure, the licker had access to all of the following: a clitoris, parts of a vagina, parts of a cock, an anus and a pair of testicles. Now, with all those different body parts available, what was a licker to do. Lick? Suck a bit? Nibble here and there? Probe with a finger or two or three? Yes to all of the above, and she did. Of particular interest to me were the two tiny wiggling fingers that somehow forced their way into Suz' vagina directly beneath my cock while the palm of that same small hand cradled my testicles. Of particular interest to Suz was the mouth that quickly found her clitoris and brought her to a second orgasm of the evening in very short order. What a sensation it was when Suz came. Her pussy gripped and pulsed around my cock. Michele's fingers remained in Suz' vagina, moving in time with my cock. All the while, the palm of Michele's hand was creating fascinating sensations against the bottom of my testicles. I was close to cumming myself. Fortunately, as soon as Suz calmed, Michele demanded her turn. Suz complied and on slightly wobbly legs dismounted and swapped places with Michele. Michele now was impaled and bouncing on me while Suz was licking and probing. Just as Suz hadn't taken long to reach her second orgasm of the evening, Michele didn't take long either. Within a couple of minutes and with the assistance of Suz' tongue, lips, teeth and finger, not to mention my cock, Michele was bouncing uncontrollably and wailing in ecstacy. I've no idea how, but I hadn't yet cum. Perhaps I was just too fascinated by the women. As Michele gradually calmed, she asked Suz if she would like a second go. Suz declined and suggested it was my turn. Michele grinned and agreed. Quicker that Mr. Mxyzptlk could say his name backwards, Michele dismounted and both women knelt between my legs. Michele grabbed my cock in two tiny hands and began jacking. Suz' mouth found my testicles and began licking and sucking. It wasn't long before someone's finger found my anus and began probing. "Um Jake, would you still like to share that three way kiss?" asked an unexpectedly demure Michele. I must have nodded or somehow mumbled my consent because in front of me there was another flurry of whispering followed by two smiles. "Let us know when you're getting close Jake. We don't think it'll be very much longer, but we will need to know," cautioned Suz. And so I just leaned back in the chair and let two beautiful and extremely sexy women have their way with me. True to Suz' words, it didn't take long for me to arrive. That familiar tingling began in the head of my cock, worked its way down to my balls, and I warned, "Almost, almost." I closed my eyes just long enough to say something like, "Now!" when suddenly I felt a mouth cover the head of my cock. That did it. My anus tightened, my cock expanded that extra little bit and I came; I shot; I orgasmed; I blew my load. I've had stronger orgasms, I'm sure, but this one was exquisite. The mouth covering the head of my cock caught my cum and tried to suck more from me. Someone's hand stroked my cock while another hand squeezed my testicles, assisting to milk me of every drop possible. In the end I knew that Suz or Michele or whoever's mouth was on my cock, had received quite a mouthful. I opened my eyes as I felt the mouth leave me. "Go climb on the bed and lay on your back Jake," I heard from Michele. I did and quickly was joined by two women. They each laid on their stomachs, one on either side of me. Suz hadn't spoken since she'd removed her mouth from my cock. My eyes grew large as two heads met directly above mine and exchanged a careful kiss. I watched Suz' mouth open just slightly above Michele's. As Suz opened her mouth, Michele opened hers. Although I couldn't see it, I knew they were sharing my cum. Slowly now, both mouths approached mine. Michele tilted her head one way and Suz tilted hers the other. My eyes closed as four lips touched mine and three mouths opened. I savored the familiar slightly sweet, slightly salty taste of my own cum enhanced by the saliva and tongues of two beautiful women. Like Suz' and Michele's very first kiss I had witnessed earlier, this kiss was exquisitely slow and tender. Three tongues gingerly probed here and there, alternately seeking, retrieving and then returning the cum that had first flowed into my mouth a minute earlier. No one hurried, our kiss' being overwhelmingly more emotional than physical. We continued until there was no more cum, its having been mixed with saliva and swallowed in small portions by each of us. Without urgency and without any conscious consent, Suz rotated herself until she faced my cock. Michele crawled across me and found Suz' vagina with her mouth. My mouth found Michele's opening. Our little triumvirate slowly touched and licked and stroked and probed each other until we each fell asleep, Michele's receiving all the head from me that she desired in the meantime.

Part 1 of 5 :)

It had been a long week. Eight hour days in trial had forced me to return client calls well into each evening. By the time I arrived home at night I was too tired to do much of anything. On the other hand, I was out of bed every morning before 5:00 a.m. making final preparations for the next day's events in court. Finally it was Friday and by 7:00 p.m. I had returned by last call, finished my work and it was time to relax. I was tired. I thought about driving home, but decided I really didn't feel like being alone for another night. I hadn't been to the pub at the Black Swan recently and decided to give it a try. The Black Swan is one of Kalamazoo's finest restaurants but definitely not a place to go alone. Besides, I had little interest in a big fancy meal. Fortunately the Swan also has a small English style pub attached to it. I knew I could get there what I really wanted: a beer, one of their excellent prime rib sandwiches and if I were lucky, maybe a bit of conversation. I arrived, parked, opened my door, had a second thought, had a third thought and decided, what the Hell, you've earned it. I walked into the pub, found a stool at the bar, and ordered a cold bottle of Paulaner's Salvator, Germany's first and only authentic dopplebock. That first long, malty, almost caramel pull, hit the spot so perfectly that it seemed to melt away the long week. A few minutes later after gulping down my last drop of nectar, I closed my eyes and held the cool bottle to my forehead. I stood and literally shook the stress from my body like a dog shaking water from his fur. It was then that I heard a giggle off to my right. I lowered my bottle to the bar and looked over my shoulder to see whom it was who had found my actions so amusing. I found myself staring into a pair of deep blue eyes and two full, smiling lips. Before I could say anything she quipped, "Did you have that bad a day?" I turned away raising my hand to get Michele, the bartender's, attention, "Yea, a long week." She replied, "Well, watching you was pretty funny." Curtly, "That's exactly what I'm here for . . . your amusement." From the corner of my eye I could see the smile leave her face as she fell silent for a moment and then added, "Sorry, didn't mean to bother you. I was just trying to make a little talk." I finally got Michele's attention and she approached asking, "Another one Jake?" "Please." Out of curiosity I glanced over at Ms. Blue Eyes and secretly gave her the once over. She had turned on her bar stool so she faced away from the bar. Not too bad I thought. Cute face, nice full breasts and she definitely had it going on from the waist down. She wore a clinging navy dress which was just long enough for business purposes and just short enough to make a guy wonder. Her legs were bare, crossed and as my eyes followed the curve of her calf, I caught the matching, heeled sandals. Her hair: full, thick, wavy and red, falling just past her neck. What attracted me most were those legs: very smooth, very toned, and very tanned. It was obvious she took care of them the legs of an athlete. When I looked back up she was staring at me. A shy little tease crossed her lips. I looked away. Michele set the beer in front of me. "I'll add it to your tab Jake. Oh and by the way," lowering her voice and nodding her head almost imperceptibly sideways, "she's a nice lady." Looking up and after pausing for a moment, "Thanks Michele." After a quick first swig and another lingering glance at those wonderful legs, I finally turned. "Hey listen, we got off on the wrong foot. I'm really sorry about what I said earlier. I'm Jake." She gave me one of those quizzical sideways looks and after an uncomfortable moment of silence, she smiled, held out her hand and drawled, "I heard, I'm Suz." I smiled and shook her hand. "Glad to meet you Suz and again I apologize for my sour disposition." She swivelled on her bar stool so she faced me with those lovely legs crossed in my direction. "Fair enough." I just couldn't help continuing to stare at those long, sexy legs and quickly enough I caught a hint of excitement beginning to stir in my stomach. "What are you drinking? It's on me." A smile, "Oh, Toasted Head chard and thank you." I called Michele over and ordered Suz's wine and a third Salvator for me. We continued to talk and drink. She was an absolute pleasure, something I hadn't experienced in way too long. I found myself becoming less inhibited as the evening progressed. [An easy feat sucking down Salvator's which have an alcohol content almost 50% greater than American beers.] I forgot about the day and actually was beginning to enjoy myself. After an hour or so and another round of drinks the conversation began to rise to a more personal level. "What excites you?" Suz caught me in the middle of taking a drink as I almost sprayed her with a mouthful of beer. Wiping my mouth with a napkin and turning to her, "Well lets see, what excites me, hmm: the William Tell Overture, a fine older California cab, a great steak from any Capital Grille, winning almost anything, first kisses and," pondering for only a moment, "interesting sensuality." Suz raised her eyebrows and gave me one of those grins that all guys recognize as being more than just a facial expression, "I like those, especially the last two." I stole another long stare at Suz's legs and realized that some time ago we each had turned on our stools so we were facing each other. I was beginning to wonder if Suz had noticed my staring at her legs when she unexpectedly scooted her chair in closer. Without thinking I spread my legs slightly making room for hers to slide between mine. With her left leg crossed over her right, her knee was mere inches from my groin. She smiled, knowing exactly where she sat, and continued talking to me nonchalantly. I was becoming aroused, what with listening to her beguiling southern drawl, watching her and knowing her leg was almost touching me. She knowingly began swinging her leg ever so slightly, occasionally running her hands up and down her shapely thigh and calf. With Suz's teasing and my Salvators, it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep my mind on our conversation. I also could see Suz's beginning to take notice of the bulge growing between my legs, as her eyes seemed to be lowered more often than they were looking into my face. I realized our faces had moved closer and closer to each other as the barroom din had increased. Without thinking I scooted forward to the very edge of my stool and unexpectedly felt Suz's knee pressing against me. A gasp of embarrassment escaped my throat at the same time my lips were mere inches from her ear. She responded with a knowing giggle. I pulled back immediately only to see a smile crossing her face as she looked down into my lap. She slowly raised her eyes to meet mine, raised the index finger of her left hand and seductively gestured for me to move closer again. My heart raced as I leaned in and Suz slid one hand onto each of my shoulders. I felt her press the front of her knee into me as she whispered into my ear, "You've been staring at my legs all night long Jake. You tell me now, how does this feel?" She began stroking me up and down by raising and lowering her knee. Swallowing hard, "I've always loved legs and yours are well beyond special. I'm only a guy and I just couldn't help but stare." Gaining a bit of confidence, I challenged, "Oh, and if you're curious, your knee feels absolutely exquisite right now." "Jake, you can reach down and touch my legs if you like." I pulled back realizing where we were. "Not here, let's move." I looked around noticing that the stools at the end of the bar were empty. Taking Suz's hand I led her to the far end of the bar. We sat, two stools facing each other. Suz smiled slyly and ordered, "Spread 'em. You're about to get busted." Reaching down she placed her hands on top of my knees and slowly forced my legs apart. I wasn't resisting. I watched as she stared into my lap, smiled, bit her lower lip in mock concentration, slid her knee back up against me and began moving her knee up and down again. Tilting her head to one side and grinning, she inquired less than sincerely, "How's that feeling now Jake?" "Beautiful" as I reached across, slid my hands barely beneath the hem of her dress and felt for the first time the electricity of bare skin against bare skin just above her knee. Scooting her stool even closer and moving her lips next to my ear, "I see you really are a leg man. I can do this all night you know. It makes me so hot knowing I'm turning you on this way." And with that, she continued rubbing me with the front of her knee. I was fully erect and could feel myself aching for release. "So talk to me Jake, tell me what you like about my legs." Breathing hard with excitement I was able to respond between gasps, "They're long and beautiful and tanned and smooth and they're making such an exquisite motion." Suz laughed, "Well they should be. I tend to them every morning and spend as much time in the sun as I can. Judging by that lump in your pants I would say you're getting pretty hot. I want to hear it from you though Jake. Keep talking." I groaned, looking down at her knee as it moved up and down, "Oh my gawd. You have put me right on the edge. That knee of yours is a genius. Don't stop though, because although I'm on the edge, I can hold it right here for as long as you can stroke it and oh my, does it ever feel good." She giggled, "Hmm, I like that, but let's see if we can't get you just a little bit hotter." I watched as the palms of her hands slid slowly along the inside of my trembling thighs right up into my groin. She spread her fingers and began kneading my thighs on either side of her knee. "How's that feel now Jake? Can you still hold off?" She teased. Leaning toward her, I raised my hands from her pumping thigh and placed them on top of her shoulders. Gasping into her ear, "I could handle just your knee, but with your hands down there also, my time may be limited." She giggled again and took me completely by surprise by removing her hands from my thighs and her knee from my groin. Disappointment surged through my mind. Excitement returned a moment later as I watched her slide her dress forward to cover my lap and felt her fingers reach for the tab of my fly and tug. I was unzipped. "What are you doing? Not here." "Come on now Jake. It'll be all right. It's dark over here and no one is paying any attention to us and even if they were, they couldn't see anything. Besides I want to feel that hot cock of yours against my leg. I want to see and feel your cum shoot onto my leg. Don't you want to feel that too?" Raising my head I looked around. No one was watching. I lowered my head resting my forehead on Suz's right shoulder and felt the nails of her teasing fingers as she reached into my open fly with two hands. The sensations of her groping around almost made me cum right there. She turned her lips to my ear, "Aww Jake, you're wearing Jockey's aren't you. That makes it easy. All I need to do is pull down this little elastic band and slide it beneath your balls. Your cock will pop right straight up. Ahh there it is. Got it now." And out I popped. Hard as a rock. "Hmm, nice cock you've got there Jake." She teased. With my cock now fully exposed Suz kept the last three fingers of each hand inside my pants, massaging my balls. She held my cock straight out between both of her index fingers and both of her thumbs and slowly began to jerk me with those four digits. I pulled her dress back on top of myself as she moved her leg back into place and resumed rubbing the head of my cock up and down along the front and top of her smooth knee and along the side of her soft, supple calf. Her fingers continued to knead and pull on my balls. Each time I felt her fingers probe and pull, I felt the urge to cum. The skin of her leg rubbing against the sensitive underside of my cock coaxed out a drop of precum, bringing a coo of recognition to Suz's lips. "There we go Jake. It won't be long now," as she dipped a finger to scoop up that glistening droplet and pulled it to her ips. "Umm, tastes great." I wanted to add "less filling," but the moment wasn't quite right. "Your nuts are feeling nice and tight, so full of cum. How are you doing there Jake?" My breathing labored and my heart raced as I groaned into her neck, "You've done it bewitching woman. I'm well past the point of no return and I'm going to cum any second now." With each pull on my cock and balls I felt the urge to thrust forward. Suz just giggled, "Your breath is so hot on my neck. Just let it fly big guy. I know you want to, I can feel your cock twitching in my fingers and against my leg. Let it all out. Feel what I'm doing, concentrate on my fingers and my leg." Hearing her voice urging me on was all it took. I felt myself losing control. I reached down and cupped her smooth thigh in both my hands feeling her taut muscles flex as she continued moving her leg against my swollen head. All the sensations, her nails against my sac, her fingers against my balls, her leg against my cock, her voice purring in my head were too much for me. My entire body shook uncontrollably. I gripped her thigh tightly. Suz recognized the beginning of my orgasm and gripping my balls, squeeded and pulled. At the same time she pressed the head of my cock into the side of her calf. Whispering now. "I love feeling your shaking right out of control there Jake." My first load shot heavily onto her leg. "Very nice Jake. Give me some more babe." She continued squeezing and pulling on my tight balls and guiding the head of my cock along her leg up to her knee. My body shook again as I shot another rope of cum against her knee, some of it landing on top of her thigh. "Whoooweee, that was a good one." I gave her several more shots as she continued jerking me and guiding the head of my cock all along her leg already made slick by my cum. Finally, my orgasm exhausted, I watched as Suz squeezed both my cock and my balls ensuring that she had drained every last drop of cum from me and onto her leg. Once satisfied she thoroughly had milked me, she tucked my cock neatly back into my pants and zipped me up. She tapped my tired groin lightly with her fingers and announced with another of those sly, teasing grins, "You had a lot in there Jake." I leaned back and watched her begin to pick up some napkins from the bar top to clean me from her now drenched leg. I grabbed her wrist. "Stop." Releasing her wrist I reached to her leg with both hands and running two fingers up her leg, collected most of my cum. Holding my fingers before me, I demanded, "Come here." She bent her head forward just as I bend mine. Our lips met for the first time around two cum drenched fingers. At first eagerly and then languidly, our tongues licked and cleaned, parried and thrust, teased and excited. In the end, I think Suz may have stolen a drop or two of nectar more than I. Slow and easy, we were two brains fully engrossed in almost indescribable sensations, both physical and mental. It was without doubt one of those first kisses I'd mentioned earlier that excite me. "Damn that was good. I need another beer." Suz laughed running her fingers through my hair, "You really did well Jake. This drink's on me." I reached down placing my hand on her thigh that only moments ago had brought me to orgasm, "Thanks. You're a remarkable woman." Suz continued running her fingers slowly through my hair as she bragged in her finest southern drawl, "Oh, I just don't know what got into me. I've never done anything like that before. For some reason I just had to feel you come." I laughed, "Well you saw how it made me feel." "Your excitement was most evident . . . all over my leg." Suz caught Michele's attention and signaled two more. Michele approached, gave us a sly wink and added, "These are on me guys. Oh, and thanks." Suz and I gave back our best, but slightly embarrassed grins as the three of us enjoyed a good chuckle.

He called to wish her a good morning and found her half-asleep and half-aroused. She reported that she was just laying there thinking of him and wishing that he were home. They chatted about the small details of life for a few minutes, until her soft sighs and whispers distracted him completely. She was a very sensual woman and he found her morning passion hot and inviting. She heard a wisp of passion in his voice and deliberately lengthened her next sigh and stretchy yawn. Then she bubbled with laughter and scolded her cat for opening the drapes and exposing her naked body to the world at large. He felt a rush of blood heat the length of his cock and felt it stir as memories of her body, naked and dappled in sunlight, burst across his sight. He loosened his clothing and sat back resigned, feeling an erection slowly start. He closed his eyes and let the vision of her moving languidly, stretching and softly touching herself simmer in his mind. He wished briefly for a phone with video and then decided that his memory was of higher quality. Shifting to accommodate his burgeoning cock, he smiled and softly asked her if there were anyone in sight out her window. She noted the maintenance man unloading supplies into the maintenance building across the lawn from her window. She laughed and confessed to draping the damp towel from her shower over her body, letting the slopes of her breasts spill over the sides of the towel. She felt his passion fire hers and spoke of the warmth of the morning sunshine on her skin and the flirtatious whisper of wind that stirred both the hair of her pussy and the longing within. She asked him to tell her how his cock felt and asked him to touch it for her, to slowly run his fingers up and down the shaft of his cock, to lightly squeeze the head. She told him how she wanted to feel the broad head of his shaft spreading her pussy lips, how she wanted his precum to mix with her wetness to ease his way deeper inside her body. She told him how she longed to feel his cock flexing and straining within her cunt. She whimpered and told him that her cunt was hungry for his cock, longed for his pounding body, longed for the soft, hot spray of his cum deep inside her walls. Then she sighed and asked him about his plans for the day. He allowed the change of conversation and waited for her passion to simmer for a few moments. He knew that she would start to fidget and squirm as her wetness seeped slowly down the length of her cunt. She always got so wet for him. Her juices always ran down between her lips to her asshole, nicely coating it for play. And when they fucked, her juices would spurt around his cock and down her thighs. And, she did love to fuck, loved the feel of heat and friction, loved the movement and sweat, loved to flex her muscles around his cock, loved to lose herself in spasms around him, and loved to milk his spent member as they would rest in the aftermath. Knowing her, he waited for that passion to burn. And he did not have long to wait, as shortly she sighed and murmured that she was getting so wet for him. He laughed lightly and said that it was only fair, since his cock was rock-hard for her. He told her to nudge the towel down and look at her nipples for him. She told him that her soft white breasts were swelling and ripening for his mouth, that her nipples were becoming a darker pink and puckering as they hardened. He had her softly touch her nipples, had her bend them over and flexed his hips upwards as he heard the catch in her voice as she did what he instructed. He liked her in this hot and docile mood. He wondered how long it would take for her to remember that he curtains were open and that the maintenance man could potentially see her laying there. He knew that eventually that would only make her hotter and bolder. He wished that he were a janitor at least for today... He spoke of the drop of precum that needed to be licked from the head of his cock and at her bidding, he touched it to his finger and painted it on his lips and then tasted it for her. And that led to her legs getting spread to fetch some of her wetness, wetness to be spread across the tips of her breasts. Her cries of passion made another spurt of precum coat the tip of his cock. He squeezed his cock firmly and in his mind felt her wet cunt accept his cock. Taking a deep breath, he told her to taste her fingers. She moaned and obediently sucked her fingers into her mouth and slurpily savored her wetness. She moaned and sighed and told him that she needed his cock. He told her to get her favorite vibrator and as she shifted to the bedside table, she noticed the open window and yelped. He laughed and told her how the possibilities only made him harder. She paused in her motion to close the window and asked if that meant she should leave it open. He only asked if she wanted it open and smiled slightly when he heard the squeaky drawer open and heard no motion of the blinds fluttering closed. As she reached to close the drawer, he suggested that she might want a second toy. She made no comment, but her breathing deepened and it took a moment for her to return to the bed. She settled back down on the bed and laughed a little nervously and asked what she should do. He chuckled and replied that it was time to put on a little show. She giggled a bit and then moaned softly and asked what type of show. He moaned as he wrapped his hand around his dick and softly said that he needed her to fill her cunt for him, that he needed to be inside her, needed to hear her moans as her cunt was filled. She closed her eyes and told him how she was running the tip of his cock up and down between the lips of her pussy, making it wet and slippery. She told him how her legs were spread and that she could feel her cunt widening to receive his hard cock, how it was starting to quiver as his cock got closer. She then begged him for his cock as he teased her for a few minutes. She told him how her hips were moving and her feet pushing her hips up off the bed. Finally, he told her to fill her hot, hungry cunt with his heat. She screamed as she filled herself and grunted as she squeezed her cunt around him, forcing the head of his cock to flatten against his shaft. He groaned with her and panted lightly and waited. He savored the memory of her cunt quivering and squirming around his dick, savored the memory of her heat and wetness and the coiled energy of her body. And he knew that she could not stay like this for long, that she needed release as much or perhaps more than he did. He was a little relaxed, knowing that she would have 2 or 3 orgasms before his and he was content to wait for the moment for his release. She moaned his name a few times and he listened to her passion before asking her what she wanted. She groaned and laughed and said that she wanted to fuck him hard and fast. He teased her for a moment, asked if she was sure that she wanted him. She moaned and laughed and told him that she needed to feel his cock moving inside her, that she needed to move and pound her mound against him. He told her to fuck him hard and fast and closed his eyes as he heard her cunt wetly accept her vibrator. From the sound of it she was very hot, so he told her that she could fuck her ass next if she came soon, which quickly threw her into a deep and long orgasm. She moaned softly as she recovered a bit and he looked at his cock, noted the deepening color and smoothed the precum over the head. As she softly murmured his name, he told her to slip her second toy into her cunt, to get it nice and wet. She groaned as her cunt flexed around this smaller vibrator. She started panting slightly and breathily asked if she could press it against her asshole. He teased her for a moment, marveling that she loved this play almost as much as regular fucking. Her asshole was so nicely sensitive that she went a bit wild with something in her ass. He felt more precum dripping from his cock as he remembered the strong feel or her asshole gripping his shaft. He urged her to put the vibrator against her asshole and he dribbled lubricant on his cock as he asked her if she was wet. She moaned and thrashed a bit and shifted to fuck her cunt for a moment so that he could hear her wetness. He groaned and froze, waiting a moment for the surge of orgasm to pass, wanting to wait until the small vibrator was deep in her ass humming and the other vibrator was once more deep in her cunt. As he urged her on, she slowly pushed the vibrator into her ass. She rubbed her breasts against the bed and moaned and panted. Once it was deep inside, she flipped onto her back and angled her hips to force the small vibrator deeper in her ass. Then she begged him to fuck her, to fuck her now. He wanted to tease her for a moment, but his cock was as hard as it ever had been and he felt the burning start to spread and he knew that he needed to be in her cunt now. So, he told her to take his cock now and deep. She screamed and he arched his hips and he rode her hard and deep, until neither of them could take a moment more and her first spasm of orgasm started his and they road the storm together. As they both recovered, he asked her if the maintenance man was still around. She laughed and squealed and covered her body. He laughed about barn doors and horses and she said better late than never. And she noted that the boxes were still by the front door of the maintenance building and that the maintenance cart was there, but that, for the moment at least, the maintenance man was not in ready view, seemingly occupied with something else.

Jake was a guy I had been friends with for a long time. I never really thought of him as a man, really. Honestly, he was always just around. He was friends with my roommate, as well as me, so he had a key to the house. Sometimes he would come over and do our dishes or mow the lawn while we were at work. He was clearly not "dangerous man" material. After a few years, he and I got into the habit of snuggling on the couch. I have always had really cold toes, and I would squish my toes under his thigh to keep them warm. From there, it was hugging whenever we saw one another. I thought this was all so innocent; after all, I was 21 years old, so was he, and I had been with plenty of men. I thought I would know if he was interested in me sexually. In fact, he acted more like a brother towards me, or so I thought. Jake was a large man, but not in the fat sense; he was in the military reserves and had bulked up as a consequence. He was strong enough to really hurt someone if he chose to, but he was so kind and sincere that hurting someone wasn't much of an option for him. Snuggling with him, then, felt safe in every sense of the word. One night, we were snuggling on the couch as usual. By this time, he would sit up with his legs stretched out, and I would sit between his legs. He'd wrap his arms around me, and I'd rest my head on his chest, which was considerable. That's exactly what we were doing. We had rented a movie, and were watching it late at night. I was half-asleep when I felt his hand move towards my right breast. His hand moved from my belly, where he had had his hands laced, then up my side to the outer edge of my breast. He worked slowly, but Jake was not fumbling; he knew precisely what he was doing. His touch was light and purposeful. I was a bit confused. Was this really Jake, the man who I never considered as dating material? I didn't have time to consider that answer coherently, because now he was nibbling my earlobe gently but insistently. I squirmed, and his hand more firmly grasped my breast, working his fingers around my nipple through the shirt and bra. I moaned, and felt him smile against my ear. I couldn't resist any more; I needed to kiss him. I tilted my head back as far as it would go, then his mouth found mine. We took turns exploring the other's mouth until my neck started to ache. I straddled him and we resumed kissing until we were both breathless and our lips were sore. Still, his hands roamed my body, from my breasts (now more easily accessible) to my sides, then down to my ass, which he grasped with his huge hands. If I had wanted to, I never could have gotten away; that wasn't a problem, because I wasn't feeling any urge to go anywhere. I wanted more, and so did he. I broke from his kiss and looked at him for the first time, it seemed. His eyes were half-closed, full of lust, but also questioning me. Is this really okay? I knew that I could stop this any time I wanted to. I didn't. I put my hands on his shoulders to leverage myself up from his lap, and then sank down again. His eyes grew wider as I felt his cock clearly from tip to shaft through his jeans. I brought my mouth down to his. There was no reason anymore for clothing. We came to that conclusion silently, and at the same time. I was wearing a light sweater with a zipper on the front. That was removed easily enough, then the t-shirt underneath provided a small challenge while we continued kissing. As we broke so I could remove the shirt I unhooked my bra, and instead of meeting me for another kiss, he leaned back to look at me. I felt myself blush a little, on top of the heat in my cheeks that had come there from our activities so far. Jake looked into my eyes and told me I was beautiful, which I believed from him. I was never a pretty girl, and never thin, which I thought was the same thing. Still, he wasn't lying. I could see it in his face, and felt it in his touch when he moved his hands to my breasts again. The sensation of his fingers on my bare skin was nearly unbearable. More than anything else, I wanted to have my bare chest meet his. I unbuttoned his shirt, down to the button on his jeans, and then undid that, too. Once I finished with that, I ran my hands up the sides of his thighs, his torso and chest, then started to pull the shirt off. He, too, was wearing a t-shirt, and that had to come off. Now that I could see his chest, I admired its strength. He was lightly, evenly furry. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the hair, and leaned in to kiss him, my smooth breasts against his pelt. Suddenly, I was aware of the windows next to us. Here I was, kneeling on the couch, topless, and it was late with all of the lights on in the room. The blinds were wide open. The idea of the neighbors seeing this was appalling; there wasn't much chance of them being awake, but I was still a bit mortified. Somehow, that helped spur me onto the next step. I stood and pulled him up from the couch. I didn't tell him why we were moving to my bedroom, but I led him there by the hand. "Are you sure?" Now he was asking me formally. Even straining against the zipper of his jeans, half-naked in my bedroom, he wanted to be sure. "Yes." That was all he needed. Within seconds, both of us were completely naked, standing in the center of my bedroom kissing. His erection was insistent. I looked down at his cock as it wobbled slightly. It was larger than most men's, with a rounded top exactly the shape of a mushroom. It was wide, and almost oval in shape. I wanted it in me, and couldn't resist touching it. He moaned immediately, though I kept my touch light. I wanted to feel the texture of his cock before anything else. The tip had a little pearl of pre-cum emerging, and I found myself stooping to lick it off with just the tip of my tongue. He tasted so good; musky, warm, and under it all, the scent of a man who I trusted deeply. I took him all into my mouth, but he pulled me up. "If you do that--" he started. He swallowed. "I want to be in you." I wanted him in me, too. My pussy was wet and swollen with want. He picked me up as if I were a kitten, cradling me, and kissing me and set me gently on the mattress. Once we were lying on the bed, he again began to slowly explore my body with his hands. He never touched my pussy, but came close, and with a lighter touch the closer he got. It was maddening, and I groaned out of frustration. He grinned, and then moved over me. In one swift, easy motion, he entered me, and I gasped. He was so muscular, solid in every way, and he filled me completely. He didn't rock backwards for a moment, looking down at me, again looking to see how I was. My gasp must have made him think he was hurting me. In response, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him towards me. I soon became lost in the rhythms we established. He would speed up, then slow down, and then almost stop momentarily. Twice he pulled out of me so far that only the tip of his cock remained in me, and waited for me to pout before he pushed himself completely into me again. No matter how much he tried to put it off, eventually he started to get close to coming, and I was there too. In the last moments, he sped up, pushing against my clit and g-spot so that I tightened around him. I cried out in surprise and ecstasy as I came, and I felt his cock in me pulse and then explode in waves of hot cum. His hands under my shoulders pulled me up to meet him, and we kissed as we whimpered and gasped. We were exhausted, and slept soundly. I woke up once, and remembered through a haze that our clothes were in the living room (or some of them were) and I didn't think that my roommate would react well, especially if she recognized the shirt he had been wearing. I cleaned up, then sneaked back into bed, glad that he was there to do more than snuggle with.

Reaching into the small ice chest for another wine cooler, I glanced over towards my left and saw a blur of movement in the huge oak tree behind our house. Grinning to myself, I realized that Tim, my neighbor home for the summer following his first year of college, was once again spying on me as I lay out by our back-yard pool. For the past month or so, Tim had perched in his post almost daily and ogled me as I worked on my tan. Last summer he'd done the same. Almost every time I had lain out by the pool, I felt the sensation of being watched by my horny neighbor. The thought of the college freshman using me as jerk-off inspiration was very flattering and as I turned back onto my stomach I made sure to point the bronzed globes of my tight ass directly at him. The tiny pink and green thong bikini I was wearing displayed about 99% of my firm 27-year old ass and I had no problem showing it off. Flipping absently though the pages of the "Self" magazine I had brought out poolside, I found myself growing moist at the idea of young Tim jerking off as he spied on me. My husband had been away for three days, and I had been home in bed for two days with a bad cold, so my needy little pussy was practically begging for cock. "What the heck?" I thought to myself, "He's been staring at me all summer. He must like what he sees...there's nothing wrong with seducing a willing college stud!" Deciding to do a little teasing first, I spread my slender legs wide, giving Tim a hot view of my barely covered crotch. Then, bending my legs upwards at the knees, I kicked them slowly back and forth, my tight little ass shimmying with the movement. After a few minutes I ceased my kicking motion, and began to rhythmically grind my pelvis into the cement in a pantomime of a hot fuck. Up and down, I leisurely humped my hot twat feeling lustful warmth flowing through my almost naked body. I imagined I could hear Tim's tormented grown as he watched his hot married neighbor rubbing her pussy against the rough surface of the pool deck. "Bet he wants to fuck it," I hissed to myself under my breath. "Bet he wants to fuck this hot pussy and spray it full of his hot young cum. Should I let him? Should I let him fuck me?" I was become hotter and hotter questioning the idea of letting the spying boy shove his cock into every hole I had, and I reached a hand back to undo the string that tied the miniscule bikini top to my curvy body. With the top undone, I slowly turned over, my small, pink nipples pointing straight up at the clear blue sky. With a small whimper, I cupped my firm tits in my hands and squeezed them roughly. "Wanna play with my tits Tim?" I murmured under my breath. "Wanna squeeze, and pull, and lick, and bit, and fuck, and cum on 'em? Wanna use my tits as play toys?" Moaning softly to myself, I harshly mauled my moist tits and slowly pumped my ass up and down off of the warm cement. "Hop that fence, Tim." I pleaded quietly to myself. "Don't even say a single word to me; just come over here, rip this thong off, fuck me stupid, shoot hot fucking cum in me, and just leave me here splayed open and leaking. Then go back to college and brag to your friends. Tell them all what a stud you are and how you banged the slut who lives behind you." Soon, my little shaved pussy was oozing steadily as I reveled in my forbidden fantasy. Shivering with need, I decided that perhaps I should stop teasing and call one of Troy's friends or one of the docs from work to come over and take care of my itchy pussy—it'd be safer in the long run. Rolling back over onto my tummy, I quickly finished my wine cooler, fished another out of the ice chest, and reached for the copy of "Cosmo." The title of one of the stories on the cover quickly caught my eye, though: "You and a Younger Man – It Can Be Hot (and an Ego Boost)." Flipping through the pages, I read the highlights: faster recuperative powers, enthusiasm; eagerness; willingness to learn; it's fun playing the seductress. My head was spinning from the wine and the heat, and my pussy was still creaming as I imagined the possibilities. Forget calling somebody, I had a cock available 100 feet away. Before I could stop myself, I turned to look over my shoulder and called out. "Hey, Tim, you can come over here and keep me company, you know. No need to be coy. I know you're up in the tree. Come on over and talk to me; I'm bored." For a few long seconds, nothing happened and at first I figured Tim was too ashamed to show himself, but finally, a few branches shook wildly and I saw Tim scale down the tree into his yard. Several short seconds later, he agilely hoped the fence and slowly walked over towards the pool where I lay. Looking up form my prone position, I smiled brightly at the somewhat embarrassed college freshman. "Don't be shy, Tim. I know you've been spying on me all summer. It's pretty flattering actually. I mean you could be out with your friends looking for girls your age, but you'd rather look at an old married woman sunning herself by the pool. "You're not old Mrs. Z!" Tim blurted quickly. "I didn't mean to spy. It's just well..." "It's ok, Honey" I replied with a teasing laugh. "Lots of guys have crushes on older girls. Is that what you have? A little summer crush on me?" Tim's face turned bright red at my bold, teasing question. He tried to stammer out an answer, but before he could reply, I handed him the bottle of sunscreen I had brought out with me. "Here, you might as well make yourself useful; you can rub this on my back." With those words I rested my head on my arms and looked sideways at the excited teen as he flipped open the top of the bottle. "Squirt it on my back, and rub it in for me." I directed my neighbor. Tim squirted a small amount of sunscreen and began to set the bottle down. "No, more than that," I instructed the hesitant young man, the racy innuendo clear in my voice "Squirt it all over my back, get it all over me." As I felt the cool cream hit my warm, tanned back, I let out a soft moan, "That's it Tim, squirt it all over me, Honey. Cover me with it." My double entendre was clearly not lost on my aroused neighbor, and he quickly coated my back with a copious amount of sunscreen. "Now, rub it in, Tim." I commanded, squirming a little in anticipation of his warm touch. Tentatively at first, Tim started to rub the cool, oily sunscreen across my bare back. I felt his fingers spread out and rub harder as I began to moan my approval. "Good boy!" I praised enthusiastically, "Rub it in good. It's pretty hot out here today and I don't wanna burn; make sure you don't miss a spot or anything. Rub it all over me, Tim." For the next ten minutes or so, Tim eagerly stroked his hands all over my slick, slippery back, working the cream into my bare, tanned flesh. He concentrated mightily on rubbing only my shoulders and the center portions of my back; he appeared to be very hesitant to go anywhere near my twitching little ass. He may have been afraid to touch, but he sure was looking! Every time I glanced up at him, Tim's eyes seemed to be locked onto the bare cheeks of my tight butt. I was reasonable sure he'd never been this close to a woman in a thong bikini before and he was sure getting any eyeful. As my heart raced beat faster and faster, I upped the heat. "Don't forget my butt, Tim. It'll burn too if you don't put sunscreen on it." Tim looked stricken for a brief second as if he couldn't believe what I'd asked him to do, but he enthusiastically reached for the bottle of sunscreen, knocking it over in his haste. "Mmmmm" I moaned softly, wiggling my firm, little ass in anticipation. "Squirt it! Squirt it all over my butt!" Tim's low, anguished groan made it clear he understood the intent behind my words and his hands shook as he squeezed the bottle and squirted more of the oily cream onto my quivering ass-cheeks. "Aiiieee! That's cold!" I squeaked softly, "Rub it in quick, warm it up!" With hesitant strokes, Tim began to gently massage the sunscreen into my bare ass-cheeks. I moaned softly, with encouragement, "That's the way...that feels sooooo good." I knew Tim had to have a painful erection by now, and I giggled with the thought that I was probably giving the randy eighteen-year old a major case of blue balls. Unable to help myself, I teased him even more. Wiggling my tight ass from side to side, I spread my legs apart, the greasy sunscreen running down the sides of my butt-mounds down between my bronzed thighs. "Get the sides too, Tim. Anything that might burn needs to be covered." Tim let out a sigh of longing as his hands and fingers glided over the smooth skin of my pert ass, eagerly coating it with the slippery liquid shield. I could hear his raspy breathing as he worked his hands down between my legs to cover the inside curve of my round ass-cheeks. "Oh! Work it in there good, Honey." I purred to the aroused teen after a few minutes of getting my tight assed caressed by his slippery hands. "Work it in there!" For long minutes, Tim rubbed all over my ass, his touch becoming firmer and more assured every second. My bald little cunt was leaking steadily and my fuck-lust was rising exponentially. When Tim's fingers begin to explore near the pucker of my ass-hole, I knew it was time to move to the next level. "Mmmm! Thanks for doing my back, Honey...now you have to do my tummy." With those words, I rolled over to allow my aroused neighbor to apply sunscreen to my front. Knowing full well I had never retied the strings to my bikini top before inviting Tim over, I nonetheless feigned shock and surprise. "Oops! Oh Jesus! Looks like I forgot something!" Tim's eye's nearly bugged out of his head as he eagerly eyed my plump tits and obviously erect nipples. Giggling softly, I attempted to act nonchalant as the boy ogled my tanned tit-mounds. "I don't wear the top out here much, and it's not like you haven't seen them while spying anyway, right? Do they look as nice as those girls' at UVA?" Tim didn't answer, nor did he move. It took me a few seconds, but then I realized he was probably trying very hard not to cum in his jeans. I didn't make it any easier on him. "Well? Do you want them to burn? Aren't you gonna squirt on them?" I asked as I handed the bottle of sunscreen to the tormented freshman. Laying flat on my back, I bent my legs at the knees and pouted up at my quivering neighbor before purring, "All over, Baby...squirt it all over my tits...and stomach...squirt it." Poor Tim! I could see the anguish on his face as he tried hard to compose himself. After what seemed like ages, Tim finally regained a modicum of control and aimed the squeeze bottle at my stomach. The first few jets of sunscreen streamed out and landed on my flat, brown belly, but then Tim quickly walked the stream up to my golden brown tits. His eyes shining brightly, Tim coated my firm, fat tits with the oily contents of the squeeze bottle. Jet after jet of sunscreen squirted from the rapidly emptying bottle as I moaned erotically for my young neighbor. "All over them, all over them baby, cover those tits, cum all over them!" Tim groaned loudly at my last comment, the pretext now fully exposed. Dropping the bottle, he reached out, unbidden, and began to rub and squeeze my oily tits. Using one hand on each tit mound, he worked the sunscreen into the brown tit-flesh, sighing with unabashed joy as he did so. As I looked Tim in the eye, I now had no doubt as to where my teasing was going to lead. "Ohhh! Yeah! "Squeeze them, Honey. Harder! They like that. Rub and squeeze them!" As Tim worked on my slippery tits, I slowly raised myself to a sitting position so that the panting teen had better access to the firm, plump mounds. Looking down, I watched with growing lust as his hairless hands firmly stroked and caressed my oily titties. Tim's moans and gasps were clear evidence of his mounting excitement and I was too turned on to resist taking things further. Stand up, Tim." I directed, "It's not fair that you're still fully dressed and I'm practically naked out here." With desire evident in his eyes, Tim rose slowly. Carefully reaching out, I went for the tab of his zipper. His cock was straining hard against the denim of his jeans and, as I gently pulled on the tab, I cautioned the teen to remain calm. "Take it easy, Honey. I'm just gonna free this baby before you blow the button off of your jeans." With agonizing slowness, I eased down the moaning young man's zipper, fearful that even the slightest touch might make his young cock go off. Bit by bit, I eased the metal tab down, Tim's breath now coming in harsh rasps. I was surprised to see that Tim wasn't wearing any underwear, and his erect cock came immediately into view as I painstakingly slide down his zipper. "Don't cum." I cautioned Tim who whimpered in bliss as the pressure was released off of his throbbing cock. "We'll go real slow. Don't you dare cum on me." With his zipper finally pulled all the down, I tugged on the waistband of Tim's jeans and they collapsed into a puddle around his feet. His youthful, slender cock pointed straight up in the air, swaying and throbbing with every beat of his heart. It wasn't that long, no more than six inches, but it was about one and a half times thicker than any of the other cocks I'd had in recent weeks. "Oh, Baby." I murmured softly "That's a nice cock. Mmmmm....such a nice thick cock for me to play with." Tim's cock flexed and jerked threateningly at my words. "Don't!" I commanded. "Don't do it. You better not cum. I mean it...don't you dare cum yet. You college kids are all the same – always wanting to cum right away." Tim looked like he was in agony. I knew I was being very unfair, there was no way a youth his age could hold out after spending fifteen minutes coating my nearly-nude body with sunscreen, but I loved cock-teasing more than anything. I had to see how much he could take. Rising up on my knees, I moved in closer to Tim and lightly brushed one erect nipple against his twitching boner. Tim gasped loudly and bit down hard on his lower lip. He was determined not to spurt too soon. "Good boy!" I praised. "Now the other one!" For a few seconds I took turns pressing each nipple against the enflamed youth's engorged throbber. Tim seemed to have calmed down just a little and he shivered slightly as my tit-tips brushed back and forth against his steel-hard erection. Changing my angle, I maneuvered my upper torso so that Tim's cock was now positioned right between my plump tits, resting solidly on my breastbone. "Ok, Baby, "I announced. I'm gonna wrap them around your cock. I'm gonna wrap my pretty titties around your hot cock and make it feel real good. Don't you dare cum on them, though." As Tim grimaced in anguish, I pushed my bronzed tits together and enveloped his cock within a tight tunnel of hot tit-flesh. "Ohhh God! Mrs. Z! Ohhh God! I don't know if I can..." "Yes you can! You better, Tim. I mean it. Do not cum yet! And call me Kathy. When you have your cock between a girl's tits you can call her by her first name, or any other names you want to." For long seconds, neither of us moved, and Tim's loud, ragged breathing soon slowed and quieted. Just a little, I began to move my tits up and down. Not enough to cause climax-inducing friction, but just enough to give Tim the tantalizing sensation of a hot tit-fuck. "Isn't that hot, Tim. Aren't you glad you didn't cum yet? You don't really want to spray hot cum all over my tits and face anyway, do you? You don't really want to see me all covered with cream like that." A tortured groan escaped the boy's lips as I teased him with my hot words. Patiently, I stopped moving, letting him regain control before I started in again. "Do you like my tits, Tim? Do you like having your hard cock between them? Did you dream about this while you were away at school? Were you missing me and thinking nasty things about me while you were supposed to be studying at night? Tell me how good it feels. " "It feels so hot Mrs....unhhh Kathy. I don't know how long I can take this. Please don't get mad!" "I won't." I replied casually to the trembling teen as I resumed slowly rubbing my tits on his cock. "Just as long as you don't cum until I tell you to." Tim winced as my movements became bigger and more pronounced, and a big clear drop of pre-cum bubbled out of the top of his prick-head. We both watched as it sparkled in the hot sun, growing larger and larger. Looking up at him, I tested his resolve and control. "Normally, I'd lick that off for you, Tim. But I'm afraid that if I touched your cock with my tongue, you'd blow my head clean off. You'd cover my pretty face with all that hot jizz and I'd look like you'd hit me in the mouth with a snowball. We don't want that now, do we?" Tim trembled and groaned at the image my words painted. For a moment, I thought he'd spurt for sure. "You better not!" I warned the ready-to-explode boy. "You better hold it or I'll stop. Do not cum on me Tim; I mean it." Tim's fists tightened into hard balls, the muscles in his forearms knotted and clenched. He was drawing on every ounce of willpower to last. It was a valiant effort, but ultimately in vain. Tim began to relax, thinking that he had survived for another few minutes. He left out a deep breath and unclenching his fists slightly. I looked down at his cock, only the head visible between the soft, warm confines of my tit-meat, pre-cum dripping down the sides and disappearing between my oily breasts. That's it! That's the way to hold it!" I cooed sweetly looking back up at Tim's strained face, "For a minute I thought you were gonna bust a nut all over my titties; I was positive you were gonna lose it. You don't wanna hose my tits yet, do yah, Honey? You don't want to frost my face and watch your hot cum drip off me like thick cream? Or do you? Do you wanna shoot cum on me? Do you wanna make my pretty little face a cum-dump?" Tim trembled and uttered a high pitched, agonizing groan from deep in his throat. A single, thin stream of hot jizz shot from his cock and smacked against the underside of my chin before running down my neck. For what seemed like several seconds, nothing else happened. I looked down, puzzled, and saw the tip of Tim's purple cock-head still poking up through my swollen tit-mounds. The tortured freshman suddenly bellowed like a wounded animal, and his cock unexpectedly thumped and recoiled ferociously. A huge bolt of white-hot cum erupted from his prick-tip and nailed me in my left eye, instantly gluing it shut. My head jerked back in surprise at the force of Tim's ejaculation and a second stream of ball-batter squirted from the boy's cock and cascaded down onto my quivering tits. I looked back down just as another jet of jizz exploded, this one squirting directly into my open mouth. I quickly swallowed that hot, tangy nut-cream while rubbing my tits up and down on the young man's spurting boner. Tim was barely able to stand, the force of his orgasm had his legs ready to give out, and I felt him trembling wildly. Looking back up at him through my non-cum-covered eye, I urged him on. "All over my tits, Baby! Squirt it all over my tits! Cum on me! Just fucking cum all over me! Give it to me! Paint those titties, Honey! Paint 'em with hot cream!" Tim groaned and wheezed, hot sperm spouting and spewing out of his cock, drenching my firm tits as I fucked them up and down on his spurting boner. My cleavage was soon awash in foamy, sticky cum as Tim's cock sprayed out the largest cum-load I had seen in years. It was like he'd been saving up his whole life for me. Finally, Tim's cock gave a dry heave. It still thumped and jerked, but every drop of cum had been drained from his rapidly deflating balls. He'd given me all he had! His face was flushed and his breathing was long and deep. His legs still trembled, and there was an apologetic look on his face. "I-I –I couldn't help it!" Tim stammered looking down in amazement at the gooey white blizzard of cum he had unleashed all over my tanned tit-flesh. "I'm so s-s-s-sorry...it just..." "It's ok, Honey." I soothed, releasing his cum covered cock from between my sperm splattered globes. "I'm surprised you held out as long as you did...I was just teasing you... Looking down, I surveyed the carnage he had wrought on my jugs. "Wow! You really made a fucking mess. What the fuck are they feeding you at UVA? God damn, Baby; you really would have blown my head off with this much cum. I'm not sure I'm letting that thing anywhere near my pussy, there's no telling what kinda trouble you'll cause in there!" As the youngster stared in awe, I pushed first one tit, then the other up to my mouth and licked and sucked his still warm ball-batter from my hard nipples and hot flesh. Tim's cock lurched at the spectacle. "Awww! Jeez! You're eating it off your boobs!" The aroused teen huffed. Slowly, teasingly, I swiped my tongue along as much tit-meat as I could reach, carefully collecting the wads and curds of Tim's creamy jizz. Opening my mouth wide, I showed him what I had collected, then swallowed the mouthful of warm goo in one big gulp. As Tim groaned in bliss, I released my cum-coated tits which bobbled and bounced as they settled back on my chest, and reached for his cock. "I gotta clean this off, too." I matter-of-factly informed my impassioned neighbor. Tim's young cock was already once again perfectly perpendicular to the ground, and I had to tug with some force to get it to proper sucking angle. He whimpered with delight as I instantly sucked half his hard cock into my hot mouth. "Aghhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" He moaned. Rolling my eyes up at him, I stuck out my nimble tongue and used it to stroke the underside of his cock while simultaneously sucking on the hard, twitching rod. "Oh, God!" He whined. Eyes flashing teasingly, I relaxed my throat and slid my face forward. Tim's hard prick pushed past my tonsils and lodged deep in my throat. Oh Shit!" The happy boy bellowed. With his cock buried to the balls in my craw, I used as much tongue as I could on the teen's hot throbbing dick, trying to remove all traces of sticky cum from his hard shaft. Rivulets of drool flowed from my gaping mouth, coating my neck and dripping onto my soft, full tits as I sucked hard on Tim's burning fuck-meat. Cawwww! Gwwwwaa! Ackkkkkk! Cwaaaakkkk! I gagged softly on his cock as Tim shook and groaned in delight. Even with his cock buried to the base, my eyes never left his face and I delighted in the ecstasy etched on his youthful face. After a few moments, I wrenched my mouth off the excited college kid's rock hard prick, and giggled with glee as it snapped back hard against is flat stomach. Leaning back on my heels, I began to slide my sopping wet thong off my hips and down my legs. Lustfully, but wryly, I gave Tim a choice: "You want me to suck it more, Baby? Or do you wanna fuck me? I guess two years' of fantasizing over what he'd do to me if he ever got the chance made Tim's decision very easy, because before I knew it, I was flat on my back, helping Tim guide his thick, twitching boner into my drooling cunt. Tim groaned loudly as his mushroom-capped cock-head found the entrance to my steamy, married twat. He shoved hard and my greedy pussy-hole greeted his eager cock with a hot flood of syrupy pussy cream. I sighed and whimpered sweetly as Tim's thick cock bulled past my cunt-mouth and slithered deep into my clenching cunt-hole. "Fuck it!" I panted. "Fuck it baby! Fuck it good. Fuck my little ass off!" Grinning down at me, with unabashed young joy, Tim sought my open lips with his and kissed me hotly. He was beside himself with elation at ramming his cock inside an older woman's cunt and the obviously inexperienced college boy quickly sought my approval; "Am I doing good, Kathy? Do you like how I'm doing it?" "Ohhh, yessss!" I whimpered in whorish gratitude. "I love it, Baby. I really do! I need this hard cock in me so bad! I need a good fucking so bad! It's been so long!" Tim jammed another few inches of hard cock up my steaming pussy-hole as he simultaneously worked his hot tongue inside my mouth. Squirming with desperate need, I screwed my cunt up further onto Tim's throbbing boner, forcing it deeper and deeper into my tight pussy-sheath. "Ooooffffff!" I groaned as his thick, meaty pussy-splitter slid deeper inside me. "Fuck me Tim! Make me cum all over your big hard cock. Fuck me as hard as you can with that fucking cock." The forbidden thrill of taking my young neighbor's cock up my tight cunt for the first time already had me on the verge of orgasm, and as Tim powered his fat fuck-meat all the way inside my clenching twat, I felt a small fire-bubble growing in the pit of my stomach. Lying on the rough cement, I raised my legs slightly and spread them wider to ensure Tim would be able to bury the entire length of his rigid fuck-rod deep inside my needy fuck-hole, and humped my tiny ass up off the ground. Tim began to move slowly inside me and the walls of my snug cunt-chute clung tightly to his throbbing hard-on, basting it in scalding pussy-cream. The small fireball in my stomach grew larger and larger and, as if of its own accord, my right hand slid down to my cock-crammed pussy. Quickly locating my throbbing, blood-engorged clit, I pressed down hard on it with my index finger. Immediately, my stomach rippled and my overstuffed cunt began to spasm. "Tiiiiimmmmmm!" I whined loudly. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum all over your fat fuckin' dick!" Shuddering and shaking uncontrollably, I stroked my little clit harshly as I came, wetly, all over Tim's deeply embed boner. At the first signs of my climax, Tim hurriedly shoved his thick cock balls-deep into my wrenching pussy. My madly humping hips churned wildly, but the inexpert youngster somehow managed to keep me fully impaled on his hard prick as my pussy melted all over the rigid tube of cock-meat that was shoved deep inside it. "Yessss...yessss...yessss!" I squealed into the late afternoon air, my eyes closed tightly. "Oh Jesus! Yes! Fuck, yes!" A six-foot high privacy fence and numerous shrubs and tress surrounded our huge backyard, so I wasn't too concerned that my cries of orgasmic bliss would be heard over the hum of air conditioners and through the neighbors closed windows. Besides Tim's post in the tree behind our house, there was only one house with a partial view of our pool, and I certainly didn't care if Carl and Cris, the young newlyweds next door, saw Tim pounding my little bald pussy—it might give Carl some ideas! Tim didn't know that, however, and he tried to shush me by quickly covering my wide-open mouth with his. "Mpphhhhfuckyessss! Ohmyfuckinggod, yes!" I wailed into Tim's kissing mouth as a toe-curling orgasm washed over my petite, naked body. Gasping for air, I stared Tim straight in the eyes while coming down from my peak. "Ohhh yeah, Baby! You did it so good! You made me cum so fucking good! You made me cum on our first fuck together!" "I didn't do anything, I just stuck it in you and you started to shake and holler like crazy," Tim said honestly, his eyes nonetheless full of pride. "Was that for real? Did I really make you cum that fast?" "Oh God, yes" I moaned, kissing him with gratitude. "I haven't been fucked in three days; I cum pretty easily when I'm all worked up like this." "Do it again," I then hissed wickedly to the aroused youth, raising my legs high into the air. "Fuck me hard and make my pussy cum again! C'mon, Baby, do it again!" Wrapping an arm around my up-thrust legs, Tim curled into me and slowly thrust his rock-hard cock-shaft in and out of my willing pussy-hole. I was a little surprised at how easily he moved into that new position, but I wasn't complaining! "Ohh fuck, Kathy," he grunted, testing out the forbidden word as only a horny eighteen-year old can. "You're so little and it's so tight! It's so tight in there. It's hard getting my cock all the way in." "That's because you're so fucking thick, Baby." I responded, the ego-boosting white lie falling easily off my lips. "Your cock is already so fucking big!" "It's squeezing me so tight!" Tim groaned in approval, sliding his cock a little faster in my clenching fuck-hole. "Ohhhh Unhhhhh! It's really squeezing me." "What is, Tim?" I panted loudly, ready for him to know what kind of slut his neighbor was. "What's squeezing you? Say it. I wanna hear you say it!" "Your p-p-p-pussy!" He grunted, stuttering as he slammed his cock deep into me. "Your hot, tight pussy." "Call it a cunt!" I hissed in naughty response. "Call it a cunt! Call me a cunt, cuz that's what I am: a little hot fucking cunt. I'm a little fucking cunt!" Tim groaned deep in his throat at hearing me call myself a little fucking cunt, and, for a brief moment I though my nasty declaration would cause him to flood my hungry twat with another dose of molten cock-cream. Instead, as if punishing me for my filthy words, he hammered his thick prick harder and faster into my creamy fuck-hole. "You're so hot, Kathy," Tim exclaimed unbelievingly in my ear. "You're too pretty to be like this! The real pretty girls at school are just about of cock-teasers. The real slutty ones fuck lots of guys, but they aren't pretty like you! I can't believe someone as pretty as you is really letting me fuck her! Delighted that Tim had joined in the filthy banter, I hastened to reinforce the wickedness of introducing my hot young neighbor to the dirty delights of manhood. "Ohh yes, Baby! I'm just a nasty little slut like those girls at school! I'm a dirty little whore who sucks and fucks all the hot cock I can get. " Tim's groans became louder and more frequent as he increased the tempo at which he rammed his meaty cock into my helpless cock-pit. The hot, late afternoon soon continued to beat down on us and our bodies were soon covered with a fine sheen of sweat. Tim's rapidly hunching thighs made moist slapping sounds as they collided with the underside of my firm tanned ass. The sweet friction of Tim's fat prick slicing through my cunt-tunnel soon had me on the verge of another orgasm and I creatively strummed my throbbing clit as the huffing, puffing teen punched his thick, swollen erection deep into my fiery pussy-chute. Pushing up from off his side Tim awkwardly scissored my legs around him and rotated his body until he was now lying on top of me. Pushing one of my legs high into the air, he hooked it over his back and pushed himself up with his arms extended. Looking down at me with a determined glint in his young eyes, he resumed ramming his throbbing cock deep up my gooey fuck-slot. "Wanna look at your face while I fuck you" the young man grunted in explanation for the position change. "I wanna watch your pretty face! You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen! I never though I'd actually get to fuck you!" "Ohhh," I whimpered, pouting sweetly up at him. "You can cum on it if you want to. You can cum all over my pretty face if you want. I don't mind. It makes me feel like a slut when guys shoot their stuff all over me. You already creamed my tits, so go for it!" My words caused Tim to slam his cock balls-deep into my tight fuck-hole and stop thrusting. My surprising invitation had quickly overexcited the schoolboy and he fought to regain control. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead on to my heaving tits as he struggled valiantly not to fill my sizzling cum-hole with creamy baby-seed. I had other ideas in mind. I was already close to cumming, and nothing feels as good as cumming on a hard cock as it's spewing its risky load into my defenseless cunt-hole. Looking up at Tim's sweat-slicked face, I hunched my tight ass up and down frantically and whined like a horny bitch in heat: "Dontcha wanna cum in my face? Dontcha wanna frost my face with your hot cream? C'mon, Tim, c'mon. Make my face look like a glazed doughnut. Cum all over my pretty face!" Tim uttered a low, keening sound that signaled to me that he'd lost the fight. I expected him to jerk his twitching cock out of my rippling pussy and squirt a frothy load of jizz all over my sweat-slicked face, but he surprised me. Quickly pushing my leg off his shoulder, he lay down flat on top of my and slid his hands under my pumping ass. Grabbing one of my ass-cheeks in each of his hands, Tim squeezed tight and pounded away furiously. "Gonna cum in you," he grunted in my ear, grimacing in ecstasy. "Gonna cum in your pussy. Aghhhhhhh! Owwwwwww! Aghhhhhhh!" Tim's orgasmic growls sent shivers racing down my spine. He pumped his throbbing cock in and out of my pussy-hole as fast as he could, his cock twitching and jerking inside of me. "Do it!" I hissed, biting his ear with sharp little nips. "Cum in it! Cum in that cunt! Pump it full of cum, Tim. See if you can make me a mommy!'" With one final, blissful cry, Tim buried his spurting boner deep in my womb and unloaded. His fingers dug deeply into my little squirming ass and he rested his full weight on top of my own shivering, shaking body as he squirted me full of hot, sticky cock-spunk "Yessss! Yessss! Ohhh! Yessss!" I murmured as I relished in the sensation of his thick cock bucking and kicking deep inside of me. "Shoot it all! Shoot it all in me!" Tim shook his head slowly from side to side. "Unnghhhhh! Ungghhhh!" He groaned as his cock ended it's jerking, completely drained. "Oh God, I came so good! Fuck you're great." Grabbing his head in my hands, I pulled his face to mine and kissed him gently. "Let's go inside. You don't have to be anywhere, do you? No one's gonna come looking for you?" "No," he replied, pleased that I wasn't in a hurry to be rid of him. "I can stay all day if you want me to." "Good," I replied as I rolled out from underneath him and started towards the house. "I want you to." A few minutes later, Tim and I were making out like kids on the master-bedroom bed. "Anxious?" I panted hotly, sliding my tongue in and out of Tim's mouth. "You don't mind fucking me here in my own bed do you? Don't worry no one's gonna come home; Troy's in Kuwait for another five months. You ready to fuck me some more, baby?" Tim didn't answer, groaning softly, he pushed me onto my back and immediately sucked one of my hard, pink nipples into his hot mouth. "Yesss!" I hissed in need. "Suck my titties. Suck my pretty titties!" Cupping the back of Tim's head, I pulled him tight against my tits and squirmed in desperate need as he licked and sucked my distended nipples. For long minutes, the over-aroused college kid worked over my tits, gnawing and chewing gently on my aching tit-tips. I churned my hips up and down, dry-humping his crotch as he nibbled and suckled. "H-h-h-harder!" I whined in fevered ecstasy. "Bite them harder." Using his hands, Tim pushed my tits tight together and bit down with more force on my throbbing nipples. "Yeeeeeeeeeeeee!" I squealed as electric sparks raced straight from my tits down to my oily cunt. "Like that! Like that!" It seemed as if only my heels and my head were touching the bed as I arched myself up high against Tim's pressing body. Releasing my tits with from his hands, Tim began to rub at my cunt, roughly shoving two fingers deep inside me. Back and forth he moved his head, chewing and lightly grinding his teeth on my nipples and swollen tits as I gasped and panted in lust. His hot spit ran down the slopes of my tits making them glisten wetly. Tossing my head back, I relished in the hot attention Tim gave to my heaving, saliva-covered tit-flesh. Eye closed, I petted the back of his head gently, listening as his soft moans and sighs filled the quiet bedroom, concentrating on the pleasure coursing through my trembling body. Long minutes passed before Tim lifted his body up off of mine. I knew I had drank several wine coolers out by the pool, but I was nonetheless stunned as I felt the thick, bloated head of his cock prying open my oozing, swollen pussy-lips. With a blissful groan, Tim pushed his cock deep inside me, impaling me on the initial thrust. Burying his face between my tit-mounds, Tim resumed sucking and licking, as he let his cock soak in the sticky, hot depths of my cunt-hole. "Fuck me!" I gasped in bliss, my pussy once again stretching to accommodate Tim's girth. "Oh, Jesus! Yes!" Slowly at first, Tim screwed his cock in and out of my sizzling, clinging cunt-tunnel. Reaching down, he pushed my legs open wide and settled into the deep v formed by my slender thighs. Grabbing my head in both hands, he kissed me deeply, shoving his tongue in and out of my welcoming mouth. I used my little hands to grab onto his firm ass, trying to pull him even deeper inside my well-fucked cunt-hole. Lifting my legs, I brought them back up high over his back, almost to his head, causing his cock to sink another fraction of an inch deeper into my tight pussy. "Ohh fuck, Kathy," He groaned in enjoyment. "I'm gonna cum in your little pussy. I'm gonna shoot in that tight little pussy again." At first I thought he meant he was coming right then, but, as he settled into a well-paced, measured rhythm, I realized he was only signaling his future intent. Unable to contain myself, I reached down with a trembling hand and, using my index finger, lightly stroked my exposed, throbbing clit. "Oh, yeah!" Tim grunted in delight. "Play with it! That's so hot! I've never seen a girl do that before!" Faster and faster I rubbed my sensitive little nub, making my body to shake and shudder from the combination of Tim's thrusting cock and my own self-gratification. Pumping my cunt up to take the full length of Tim's cock-shaft, I moaned in sluttish delight. "I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum all over your cock again! Fuck me hard!" Instead of acquiescing, Tim halted his thrusts. Pushing himself up with his arms he looked down first at my face, then at my busy hand. "Rub it!" He pleaded. "Rub your clit. I wanna see you play with it." Eagerly giving in to my neighbor's lusty desires, I used one hand to spread apart the top of my cunt-sheath, exposing my hard little clit even further, and used the index finger of my other hand to stroke and rub my hyper-sensitive sex-button. Gurgling with pleasure, I pumped my hips up at Tim, trying to get him to resume fucking me. Withdrawing a few inches of cock, Tim defiantly stared down at me and shook his head. "No. I wanna watch you play with your pussy first. This is too hot!" Biting my lower lip in concentration, I circled my finger around and around my clit, sending shivers of sexual delight racing through my body. My cunt muscles involuntarily clasped down on the few inches of Tim's cock still stuck up my twitching pussy-hole, and I panted in delirious fuck-lust as I felt my orgasm slowly begin to build. Pouting up at Tim, I begged him to fuck me. "Please! Stick it all the way in! Fuck me! C'mon, fuck me!" Too caught up with watching my please myself, Tim shook his head from side to side. "Nooooo Kathy! Come on. Make yourself cum! I wanna see that!" Whimpering in desperation, I rubbed and massaged my trembling little clit harshly, pumping my hips up in a frantic, vain effort to make Tim fuck me. I felt hot ribbons of cunt-cream leak out of my needy pussy and flow down over my rounded ass-cheeks onto the bed as I panted and puffed in ecstasy. "Do it, Mrs. Z! Tim encouraged me, his voice growing louder and more authoritative. I wanna watch you cum!" Squirming wildly on the couch, I squeezed down hard on the few inches of cock embedded in my clutching pussy-hole and rubbed my clit shamelessly. Little sobs of delirious pleasure escaped by parted lips as I rapidly stroked myself to climax. Wide-eyed with desire, my lust-filled stare locked onto Tim's excited eyes. "T-T-T-Tim! I'm gonna...Oh! God! I-I-I'm gonna cum!" Tim chose that moment to ram his cock back deep inside me and I came like a wildcat all over his thick, throbbing old cock. Squirming and squealing, I dug my nails into the poor boy's back and blasted his cock with a load of molten girl-cum. Drool escaped from the corner of my mouth, as I shook my blonde head from side to side in slutty ecstasy. "Fucker! Oh motherfucker! So hot! So hot! Oh, God! Fuck me now! Fuck me hard, Tim! Fuck my motherfucking brains out!" Determinedly, Tim stroked his throbbing cock in and out of my spasming cunt-chute. He punctuated every jab with a short, loud grunt, thrilling in the tight grasp of my sticky fuck-crack. Grasping his forearms, I begged the ready-to-cum teen to hose me. "Cum on me, Tim. I wanna see it! Aim it at my face. Please, Baby! Cum all over my face!" I saw confliction etched on Tim's face as his orgasm rapidly approached. He stopped fucking for a moment; his cock wedged half way up my seething cunt-hole. "Mrs. Z," He began somewhat shyly, I really wanna cum in you again...it made me really hot the last time when you said...you know...that part about making you a mommy...it's weird, I know...but it's always been hot to me. Realization hit me full force, of course that made him hot. He probably had been fantasizing since the day we moved in about knocking up the hot wife who lived behind him. I decided to cater to his youthful fantasy and teased him full throttle. Is that what you want, Baby? You wanna get me pregnant? You wanna fill it up again? Go ahead give it to me...cum in my pussy!" With a happy, pleased sigh, Tim sank his cock balls deep in my fiery twat and stroked it slowly in and out. Lying on top of me, he once again reached around and grabbed a tight ass cheek in each hand. With his pale green eyes locked on to mine, he fucked faster and faster into my welcoming cunt-hole. Constant moans escaped his open lips as he drove his rigid prick home. "That's it, Baby.' I urged, whispering encouragingly into the trembling boy's ear. Shoot that hot cum! Knock that pussy up, Baby. Make me a momma; you know you want to. Seed my cunt, Tim. Do it for me! I want you to! I want you to! Make me a momma!" A loud sobbing grunt announced the end. Tim's youthful hips went into overdrive, the hot freshman spinning helplessly out of control. A grimace of ecstatic glee remained etched on his face as he joyfully busted his nut in my insatiable cunt-hole. "Aggghhhhh...ohhhhhhh....gahhhhhhhhh....awwwwwwww." Tim groaned loudly into my ear, enthusiastically hammering home his erupting cum-load. "Ohhh fuck! It feels so good! Ohhhhhh! Kathy!" I pumped my lithe hips furiously up at the orgasming teen, eager to ride his squirting cock for as long as possible. Wet smacking sounds added to the lewdness of the moment as my overly-excited neighbor seeding my defenseless pussy-hole with hot, thick baby-batter. "Fill it!" I cooed encouragingly. "Fill it up, Baby! Fill that hot cunt with your cum! Shoot as much as you want in there!" Tim jabbed his cock into my frothy cock-socket a half dozen or so more times before his arms gave out and he wearily lowered himself to lie on top of me. His body trembled slightly as his cock finished draining every drop of cum into my squeezing, grasping pussy-chute. Softly murmuring words of encouragement and affection, I rained soft hot kisses on the exhausted boy's sweaty face and smiled tenderly at him. "Mmmmm! You did such a good job of fucking me. I bet we get even better and better at his together the more we do it. It's gonna be a great summer!" Tim's eyes gleamed brightly of my promise of more hot fun to come. "You mean that?' He asked, seeking confirmation. "Are we gonna do this more." "We sure are, Honey; as much as you want to." I giggled softly to him, squeezing on his soft cock with my tight pussy, knowing exactly what to say to help recharge him. "If you wanna, just as soon as you're ready again, you can try once more to make me a mommy

I remember watching her.....the way she moved. Her skirt gently folding to the crease of her ass. Her legs tight from the spikes she wore...the fish nets accenting her calves with a spider web of shadow. As I stood there memorized the world passed me by...lost in my vision of lust..I could almost feel her warmth...smell her sweetness. Her shoulders rocking...and barely a hint of her generous bosom when she moved just right. She must have felt my eyes upon her for she turned and looked straight at me. Fastened...my vision caught with her own. I smiled and she winked with just a hint of a smile...my eyes moved down taking in her high lights...letting her know what was on my mind. Her long dark hair floating from around her face...those ruby red lips slightly parted showing a hint of white from within...eyes the color of grass on a warm spring hillside. She stood staring...the tight leather skirt and top suggesting what lay beneath. Long thin arms to match her legs...nails red as her lips long and wicket. Wishing I could experience her just once...for a lifetime. I felt myself stiffen as my mind wondered...oh how I wanted to feel her. To know her flavor the taste of her body. The sweet essence of her passion....my cock hard...my palms sweating...I moved toward her. She stood her ground looking to my crotch as I moved, I knew she wanted me too. I reached out my hand and gently touched her cheek with the back of my index finger...moving a strand of hair from her eyes. She looked deep into my eyes searching. I too searched. She put her hand to my chest and slid her fingers through my shirt, feeling the hair and muscle hidden there. I could see her nipples rise through the leather of her top breasts growing firm and erect. I took her hand and lead her to the privacy of my apartment. She followed willingly...knowing what lay in store. We just got through the door and could hold back any longer. I took the back of her head and moved my mouth to hers probing, finding her tongue. We moved in rhythm, tongues dancing, enjoying the excitement. She slid her hand down my chest and over my rock hard cock...pressing her breasts against me. I moved from her mouth to her neck and behind her ear. I could taste her sweat, smell the perfume she put on earlier that day. She grabbed at my shirt and tore the buttons loose...kissing my chest, licking from one nipple to the other. I pulled the leather top up over her head and found her mounds hard and sweet...taking them with both hands and massaging gently...kissing them, first from the center...then slowly out to the stiffened ends. Demanding the most of the moment. She unfastened my belt and pushed my pants to the floor. She knelt, taking my pride into her hands, looking up at me with a sinister grin...she kissed the head of my cock...moaning as she did. I felt a shiver run through my body emanating from her touch. Moving her tongue in small flicks just around the ridge, drooling she slowly took the length into her mouth and moved down...down...down. I closed my eyes and shuttered...then opened them as she moved her hands up my thighs to clasp the cheeks of my ass...squeezing as she worked her magic. I felt weak and leaned back against the wall...then down to the floor. She lay back and I moved to her...taking her skirt away. The fishnets were secured by a garter and she wore no panties. I fondled her feet while kissing her long sinuous legs. As I moved closer to her hidden pleasure I could smell the fragrance of her passion. Filling me with desire...anticipation. I ran my hands gently along the length of her legs moving ever closer...savoring every touch. She spread her legs and seized my head forcing me closer...agonizing for what I would do. I kissed her on the inner most thigh just out of reach of her womanly joy. I could taste her sweat...vowing never to forget...I nudged my nose to her lips. Slowly probing with my tongue, I parted her love...flicking madly. She jerked and struggled, arching her back and pushing my head as if to force me inside. Her over flowing juices mingling with my saliva. I thrust my tongue deep...tasting her essence. I moved my hands near...helping my advancement...massaging her clitoris. She let out a scream and stiffened as I now worked my magic. She pulled at my hair and growled, her breath moving rapidly. She said I want you -- I want you deep inside...now! I teased her not doing what she wanted right away...still I worked my tongue...moving from top to bottom...my cock so hard it hurt. Then I stopped....looking into her rage filled eyes I lay on top of her...forcing my mouth to hers...still full of her sweet juices.. She groaned...I skillfully maneuvered my hardness...around her thighs...slowly pressing...her nails digging into my back. I moaned as I slid my shaft deeply in...she clutched at me and screamed. Oh my god! Yes...Yes...Yes...I shot my wad as I could hold back no longer. We rocked for quite some time still longing for more. I moved slowly as to not to lose my hardness...not that I would with such a creature as this! Then she clenched my arms...wild fire in her eyes...spasms twitching her body. My cock again moved with the skill of my existence...and once more I let myself release into her...preying upon one another... commanding the satisfaction we both needed.

(please note i tried writing from the woman's point of view on this one..kinda to see if i could do it. Since there arent many male erotica authors who get published :( ) All it took was one time. Just the one, brief mention of being with you. I have been filled with pleasure at the thought ever since! And, Still.. My insides are hot and heavy. I feel the weight of my arousal deep within me. The heat starts deep within my center and flows south, directly towards the one point that both causes and relieves my passion and desires. That heat floods my tunnel with juices, creamy and smooth. I feel them flowing, feel the heat, the wet. I hear the pulsing of my blood as it rushes down to create more heat. I shudder with the convulsing of the walls of my tunnel, pushing my juices towards the opening. I squeeze my muscles, trying to stop it. It doesn't work as it should, it makes me convulse even more! Still...I long for you, yearn for the feel of your length buried deep within me, feeling me convulse around you. I dream of the feel of your thick, wet tongue on my clit, the heat of your mouth as it sucks and nibbles the now hardened bulb my clit has become. Your tongue dipping into me and tasting my juices, your mouth sucking them out. Still...As I close my eyes, I see you before me, that magnificent hard cock standing, pointing at my mouth. As I lick it slowly, you moan. I lick up and down the length, suck the balls, and lick again. I reach the head, open my mouth. I'm salivating! Taking your cock into my mouth I close my lips and create a tight suction. Now I slowly pull your cock into my mouth, sucking it in till the head bumps my throat. Then I back off just as smoothly. A few sucks later and I place one hand near the base, pulling the skin taut towards your body. I use my hand to stroke you as my tongue caresses the head. Then my hand stops against the base, pulling your skin tight and I use my mouth and throat to stroke you. And then, I use both my hand, and my mouth and throat, smoothly pulling you in deeply and releasing you. I rotate each of these motions, milking you, coaxing your cock to release it's treasure and fill me with it. I feel your cock pulse and grow as you approach the edge of that cliff. My throat opens to take your head in deeper, my hand continues to stroke you as does my mouth. I place my other hand on your balls and massage them, gently tug and pull and massage again. I feel your hand on my head, your fingers in my hair, weaving in deeply, wrapping tightly. Your groans encourage me. I moan onto you, begging you to release that treasure I covet so deeply within me, telling you I want it, I need it. Suddenly, you pulse and convulse as you finally explode, shooting down my throat and into my belly, all but shouting your pleasure! As I swallow my prize, I feel you coat my throat again. Swallowing again my mouth is flooded with yet another explosion. I continue to suck and swallow and soon there is no more...Still, I continue to suck you. Still...I need more, I crave it! I need to feel you grow again. I'm still hot, wet and craving the fullness of you between my butterfly lips. I long to feel you on top of me. I desire to have you pump into me, strong, fast, hard. My mind creates the scene. You bump against my clit each time. Your strokes fill me, then leave me empty as you teasingly pull out all the way. You repeat this exquisite torture for mere minutes. What feels an eternity later, I'm on the verge of my first climax. You slow your strokes, rub my clit with your thumb and send me over the edge. I fall into pleasure! I'm moaning, gasping as I writhe against you! My walls convulsing and pulling you into me. As I float from that high, you pull out and turn me onto my knees. Still...When you enter me I gasp! So hard, so thick, your cock fills me, stretching me. I squeeze you, pulling you in deeper still. We both moan. Soon you're pumping hard and fast, your balls kissing my clit on each stroke. You run your hands over me, my back, my sides, my ass. I feel one hand leave me, and come back with a sharp slap on my ass. I jump, moan in ecstasy. You've found a hidden pleasure, one even I never knew existed! Those slaps arouse me, moisten my already soaked tunnel, bring me closer to the edge of my next orgasm. Well timed with each stroke, well aimed at a sensitive spot, they push me off the cliff and again I fall into that abyss of ultimate pleasure. The walls of my tunnel clench you, convulsing; my moans grow louder, my breaths are short and quick. You feel me squeezing you, milking you towards release. Your balls fill with heated liquid, my treasure, ready to explode deep within me and coat me with your seed. While I'm still pulsing, clenching, you pump me faster, harder, keeping me lost in that abyss as you prepare to join me. I feel your cock widen, harden, stretch me as it fills with my prize, the treasure I desire. The heat of your explosion, combined with my own heated juices, soon has me crying out your name as I dive deeper into that pleasure-filled abyss! As you explode into me, you shout out in pleasure, grabbing my hips, holding us together as you shoot stream after stream of my coveted treasure deeply into me. We slowly float back to reality, you unplug yourself from me and we lay together on a bed, wrapped around each other. We breathe in the combined scent of our sex, we kiss, we float, and all too soon, we sleep. This is my fantasy, my dream, my craving, my need. Still. Still...24 hours just isn't enough! But it's all I ask. 24 hours, alone with you, to pleasure you, taste you, feel you...to love you! I do love you...STILL.

Cant wait to see you babe You always have such wonderful attitude and motivation to share and build my confidence Cant wait to feel your hugs and kisses Our tongues swirling together Cant wait to taste you all over biting your hard little nipples Cant wait to lick your sweet holes while you squirt your delicious nectar Your cunt and ass soaking my face I drink of you I breathe of you Cant wait to feel your moaning over my cock as you cum for me, my hard pole deep in your throat Cant wait to part your velvet pussy vibrate Feeling it grip my cock as I slide into you I drool over you I meld with you Spanking your beautiful round ass My balls slap against your pulsing clit, climax after climax Riding me hard and your juices drench me over and over I drown in you I live for you Cant wait to feel your shaking screaming orgasms As many as you want Cant wait to hear you tell me to fuck your tight slippery little asshole til we come so hard together Your squealing and yelling urging me on! Cant wait to love you Cant wait