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  • Your Clit

     

    There is not a sound except that

    Of the flickering candle.

    Quiet, calm, cozy.

     

    You lie on the bed

    Your naked back displays its

    Slopes and curves.

     

    I tell you to relax, receive, enjoy.

    Receive this gift of hands in celebration

    Of who you are.

     

    My strong hands begin the massage

    On your shoulders and neck

    A gentle massage.

    Soft kneading; smooth gliding.

     

    Down your back I rub.

    Then up again

    Smoothing soothing strokes around your edges.

     

    Swift soft caresses down the middle of your back

    Across the broad muscles of your buttock.

     

    Touching the backs of your thighs.

    One hand along the length of each leg.

    I move slowly.

    You feel each of your nerves awake as I pass.

     

    Kneeling between your legs now

    My thick hairy thighs press against

    The inside of yours.

     

    Massaging each of your legs.

    Two hands on one leg

    Moving up so that the edge of my hand

    Penetrates your intimate space.

     

    Just grazing that warm moist space.

    Just touching it.

    Feeling a drop of your moisture.

     

    Moving higher

    I push my palms against the roundness of your rump.

    Thumbs work their way between your mounds.

    Tips passing through your crack.

     

    I lower my mouth and kiss the small of your back

    And each dimple beside it.

    Why do I love this special curve of yours so much?

     

    It’s time for you to turn over.

    I place my hands on your forehead and brush your face

    Ensuring that you close your eyes.  Relax.

     

    I kiss your cheeks

    As I cradle your head.

    The roughness from my beard

    Scrapes your sensitive skin

    Softly.

    The heat from my breathe

    Fondles your ears.

    The feathery hair on my chest

    Tickles your breasts.

     

    I want to make love to you

    With my hands and my mouth.

    To watch you enjoy it.

    I want to revel in your pleasure.

     

    I stroke your shoulders lowering

    My lips to your nipples

    Sucking on each

     

    My fingers trace below

    Your waist.

    Reaching between your legs,

    Petting your wisp covered bush.

     

    My face draws lower

    My mouth joins my fingers.

    Wet lips. Licking tongue. Hot breath.

    Surrounding your nether region.

     

    Fingers penetrate crevices and holes.

    Poking.  Prodding.  Awakening unknown places.

    Feeling you up and down.

     

    I hear your hard breathing.

    I sense your muscles tense.

     

    Rocking with you

    My hand rocking pushing you

    Fingers buried deep inside you.

    My mouth covers your lips

    My lips uncovers my tongue

    My tongue moves around your clit

     

    Do you like that word?

    Clit

    Do you like me to suck your clit?

    Do you want me to tickle your clit?

    I want to tease your clit

    To wet it

    To rub it so gently

    And so quickly.

    Your clit.

    My tongue.

     

    I will suck it.

    I will lick it.

    Let me kiss it first

    With tight lips surrounding it.

     

    Your clit.

     

    Until you arch for me

    Cum for me

     

    Pushing fingers in deeper

    Finding your g-spot.

    Rubbing the very edges of your g-spot.

    My fingers fucking you

    Faster and faster.

    My mouth sucking your hard stiff clitoris

     

    Cum for me now

    As I suck on your clit

    And rub the edges of your g-spot.

     

    Cum

    Cum hard for me

    Let me hear you scream.

     

    I feel you clit throb and your pussy pulse

    I hear your gasping scream

    I love to feel your orgasm.

     

    I want to make you cum again.

    I want to make you cum again.

    Can I?

    Can I service you again?

    Can I?

     

    So I know you are not done yet.

    As I lift your legs

    Placing your knees over my shoulders

    I feel your breath relaxing.

     

    Lifting you see my face dripping

    With your own juices

    My hands reach around and under your thighs

    My hands find their way to your breasts.

     

    They fill my hands as I squeeze them slightly

    My hands slide up surrounding each of your hand nipples.

    Holding one I lick the nipple around its rim

    Feeling each bump against my tongue.

     

    My body continues to move up slowly

    Bringing your legs with me.

    You feel my torso

    Pressing the back of your thighs.

    You feel your ass lifting.

    You feel your sex

    Is open to me as it has never been before

    When you are alone.

    Spread, lifted, wet and dripping.

    Wanting my manhood to fill your cavity.

     

    You gasp as I slide into you

    Like two puzzle pieces we fit

    My cock is buried inside of you.

    We’re one.

     

  • Ellen, Part 1

    She really didn’t think her body was anything special.  At 20, almost 21, she figured she was fully grown yet her breasts were a mere 34B.  Tiny little bubbles on her thin frame.  Her hips were also small and while she had a bit of a round ass, she never developed a big booty, which was all the rage in the largely black neighborhood where this little white girl grew up.  She often thought she was too thin and had kind of an emaciated look.  She did have long silken hair which she dyed a honey blonde color.  She thought it was her best feature even though it was out of a bottle.  Her face was rather plain with no particular distinguishing marks except a small scar in front of one ear.  A tiny reminder of a fall she took as a small child trying to break up a fight between her parents.  Her skin was smooth and just too pasty white pale.  She didn’t spend much time outside or with other people and in general was a very shy girl.

     

    Ellen was feeling rather depressed looking at herself naked in the mirror.  Adam, her boyfriend of the past two years must see something different when he looks at her, she thought.  He was always complimenting her and showing her off proudly to his friends.  Occasionally, he would make her show her naked body parts to them, grabbing her when she was coming out from a shower, or exposing some part of her body when her skimpy clothes allowed him to.  She didn’t mind the way he exposed her body to his friends because he always did it in a way that showed he was proud of her.  She still felt the need to cover up what she could and often wiggled in his arms as he pulled up her dress to show off her legs or pulled down her top to expose her breasts.  Somehow she felt safe in his arms and enjoyed his playfulness.

     

    Adam was the first man to really show her any positive attention.  Oh, there were boys in high school but they always seemed to just want to grab her tits and get their cock into her.  She learned that once they got into her pants, their interest in her seemed to fade.  She wasn’t too surprised.  She really didn’t have a lot to offer beside sex.  She wasn’t very funny, or very smart, or very beautiful or particularly athletic.  She was a very shy child and grew up pretty much by herself, afraid to let anyone too close to her because they would find out about her alcoholic mother and abusive father.

     

    Adam was different though.  First of all he was a real man.  He was 35; she was 19 when they first met.   She was working in the grocery store full time and she first saw him there and he would talk to her while checking out. Then she met him at a bar one night and they talked and he seemed genuinely taken with her.  When she was with him, he made her feel beautiful.  He was always complimenting her and touching her in a very soft caressing way.  He asked her questions that no one had ever ever asked her, like what she wanted to do with her life.  What dreams she had.  What she aspired to.  She didn’t know how to answer these questions.  She had never even thought about them before. (Not counting her daydreams about being Brittany Spears or Paris Hilton.)

     

    And the other thing that made him different was that even after they had sex, he still liked her.  He seemed to like her even more. He was also teaching her a lot.  He liked to show her how he liked to have sex.  He taught her five different ways to give blow jobs, with gloves and lubricants and sometimes just her hand.  His favorite way was having her use a lubricant, grabbing his cock in one hand, completely circling it.  Starting with long strong slow strokes while she looked up into his eyes.  Then rubbing up and down faster and faster and slapping the head against her cheek, putting it in her mouth just as he came and swallowing his cum. 

     

    He also taught her a lot of new positions and he was conscious of her pleasure.  None of her other boyfriends had ever cared if she had an orgasm but Adam did and while she didn’t always cum with him, she did a lot of the time.  She liked it when he ate her pussy and he had such a great technique that she never got tired of it even though she found it difficult to reach a climax this way.  She often would fake an orgasm when he did this if she felt he was getting tired.  He liked it when she came and she was so good at faking that he never knew, but licking her clit did get her very excited.  Sometimes after he came and fell asleep, she would get herself off by quietly masturbating herself next to him in the bed.  It was too obvious on her back with her legs spread open so she would lie on her stomach, and with one leg lifted rub her little clitty until she her pussy popped being as quiet as she could.  The fear of getting caught made it all the more exciting for her.

     

    She liked it best when he treated her in a slutty way.  So surprisingly, sometimes she would come right after she had faked an orgasm with him.  Her orgasm was his sign to take care of himself and when he did this she felt slutty.  He would position himself over her body and carefully position the head of his cock at the opening to her vagina.  She would open her legs to him and if necessary spread her pussy lips as he taught her (but usually they were swollen and well lubricated already from his suckling). Then he would start with a hard deep thrust penetrating her violently.  A very hard first thrust or two and then he would rock slowly but it wasn’t too long that he was riding her like a horse.  A wonderful feeling flew through her.  She felt one with the feeling.  It was so in synch with her soul, it was so exciting, it was so satisfying. 

     

    He set the pace and it was always going faster.  Furiously she came as she felt him use her for his own pleasure.  She was truly at that moment a sexual receptacle for his male ferocity.  Being used as a sexual object.  At that moment her desires didn’t matter.  He had reached past seeing her in any way but as an object to satisfy his sexual lust.  In these moments he would position her in whatever way he felt like.  He occasionally would issue commands to her.  He was in total control and she loved it that way.  The more she felt used, the more she felt like a sexual animal, the more explosive her orgasm.  She knew it must be wrong, she knew it made her different than other girls but she loved it all the same.  With Adam she came to know her true nature.

     

    So here she was looking at herself naked in the full length mirror in Adam’s bedroom.  She had just showered and shaved and she inspected her clean shaven pussy to see if there were any nicks or cuts.  A good job, she thought.  Adam will be pleased since he liked her to keep herself completely free of hair.   He said it turned him on to see her pussy lips naked.  He complimented him on how pretty her pussy looks but she didn’t see any difference with any other girl’s pussy that she had seen.  Anyway, she had to make sure it was glisteningly bare tonight because tonight was special.  Tonight she was going to perform at the strip club.

     

    The whole thing was Adam’s idea.  There was a strip club that he went to occasionally.  It was about 50 miles from where they lived and in that sense she was glad it was just beyond the reach of her neighbors, high school friends and relatives.  She knew that she couldn’t avoid the possibility of running into somebody but it was unlikely. 

     

    She was rubbing healing oil onto her pussy.  This was to soothe any irritation from the shave but had the added effect of making her skin shine.  She was getting a little warm rubbing it in and thinking about tonight.  Tonight was Amateur Night at The Crystal Palace.  Once a week, the club offered $250 to the winner of a contest for amateurs.  Anyone brave enough could get up in front of a rowdy bunch of guys and take off their clothes. 

     

    Adam had taken her there once before and she saw 4 amateur girls strip as well as a few of the regular girls after the contest.  In Ellen’s mind only one of the amateur girls had a clue as to what she was doing.  Her movements were graceful.  She danced erotically and removed each piece of clothing on the stage.  (The other girls took off their clothes in between songs while they were offstage behind the dressing room curtain.  Two of the other girls were well received by the crowd but they were terrible dances and seemed awkward and out of place on the stage but the boys seemed to hoot and holler for them anyway as their clothes came off.  Each girl wore a garter belt where the audience could put $1 bills into and these two girls looked like they did alright as a lot of the guys were anxious to put money in their garters.

     

    The fourth girl wasn’t so lucky.  She was actually the first to dance and she was real chubby.  She could dance but she was just too heavy.  Some of the boys were booing her.  Yelling at her to get off the stage.  Telling her to put her clothes back on.  But to her credit the girl seemed unfazed by it all.  She just continued her act and moved around the stage, dancing and looking into the eyes of the men sitting around the stage.  She found a couple of men who gave her money and clearly played to them as she continued her act.  The booing didn’t stop but she continued until the end and made a few dollars but not nearly as much as the other girls.  Ellen could see that the girl seemed to handle it fine but she knew that if that happened to her she would probably start to cry. 

     

    Her clothes were all preplanned.  A very short pleated skirt and a tight tube top showing off plenty of her skinny belly. Under that she wore a black lacy see through bra, black bikini panties and the surprise – the tinniest thong imaginable under her panties.  To top it off she wore her highest ‘fuck me” high heels.  And a lacy garter, of course.  She had been practicing dancing in these and it was difficult to say the least.  But she thought she could take them off if the circumstances seemed to dictate that.

     

    Adam brought along his two best friends, Jimmy who didn’t drink and was the designated driver and Zeke, a huge man who was 6 foot 4 and weighed in at close to 300 pounds.  Zeke had been a high school football star but blew out a knee in college and had bounced around in a number of different jobs.  In the car on the way to the club, all of them were kidding Ellen, telling her how they didn’t care about the crowd or it anyone else even came that the trip would be worth it just to see her naked body.   Zeke, who was sitting in the front passenger’s seat, kept turning around and looking at Ellen in her short skirt and making suggestive comments to her.  “How about a preview on our way there, Ellen?  Make her open her legs for us, Adam.”

     

    Adam encouraged this and did make me open my legs to Zeke, who acted like Ellen had just agreed to fuck him.  What was the big deal she thought?  It’s not like here in the car, in the dark, with my black panties, on that he was going to see something.  So here, she said and spread her legs open to him.  She could feel the juices in her pussy leaking, her panties getting moist.  Adam was laughing.

     

    When they got to the club, they checked in with the manager who told them to wait until there was an announcement that Amateur Night would be starting soon.  Then Ellen should proceed to the dressing room and he pointed to the farthest corner of the room where there was a door with a large bright star on it.  They found a round table a couple of rows away from the stage and ordered drinks.  Ellen had started drinking before they left home and they had a thermos of a mixed tequila drink that got passed around in the car.  She was already feeling a bit woozy and knew she would have to nurse this drink in order to be at her best.

     

    On stage, a beautiful girl was just starting her act.  Half way through her first song she was joined on stage by another woman – her identical twin.  There was a pretty full crowd and they went wild when her sister showed up.  The few remaining free seats right at the stage were filled as a mad rush as each man tried to get the remaining seats first.  Dollars were being offered up toward the girls and Ellen noticed how efficient they were at acknowledging each person, doing a special movement for each before removing them of their money.  In many cases they would take the money from the guys rather than take the time to let them slip it in their garter.  But even when the guy wanted to slip it in her garter, the girl would present her leg, open the garter to ease the speed with which the operation happened. 

     

    Ellen realized she was looking at the strippers in a different way and admired their fluidity.  They were literally going around the stage and collecting money non stop yet the guys seemed oblivious to this and just wanted the girls to put their naked parts in front of them.  The girls stripped off their clothes at the start of each song favoring the men who had contributed the most with the best views. They divided the stage between them, occasionally switching sides.  They were clearly in control.  Confident, beautiful, they had the guys eating out of their hand. 

     

    Part 2, The Dance, can be found HERE.

  • Saturday’s Lawn Chapter 2

     

     

    Chapter 1 is found here

     

    We plotted all week together.  Plotting to seduce this virgin man who cut my lawn.  This 18 year old Adonis who was unaware of his sexual powers and so shy that Sophia just wanted to cuddle him in a blanket of estrogen smelling flesh.  Cuddle him and coddle him and take his virginal member into her holes.

     

    Together we plotted.  With me whispering in her ear while I pricked her naked body with my spear.  Telling her what she could do to him when I was hiding in the other room.   We tried out different scenarios.  What if it was overcast or cold?  We had promised a cooling sponge bath but we could substitute a steamy bath.  What if he had to meet a friend or his mother?  We could have him come back later to get paid.  In fact, we plotted all of the possible scenarios in detail.  Details which inevitably brought Sophia to an orgasm.  She loved thought of seducing this boy while I watched from behind some magic curtain.  She loved the anticipation of this Saturday.

     

    So part of our plotting for this Saturday was for me to appear to be gone so she could work on his shyness without his fear of me showing up unexpectedly.  The story he would be told was that I was away on a business trip and wasn’t able to get home on a flight until 8:00 that evening.  So I was out and 1,000 miles away.  In reality I bought three small wireless cameras, put them in a network and set up my computer in the guest room.  I could switch between each of the cameras: one in the living room, one in the bathroom and one in the bedroom.  I would not be able to hear unless they were in the master bedroom which directly below the guestroom and shared some venting system that allowed sound to travel between the two rooms.

     

    The weather on Saturday turned out to be very hot and humid.  In fact, it was perhaps the hottest day of the year.  Sophia had the AC on in the house but had set it so that the bedroom would be considerably cooler than the rest of the house.  She was wearing a t-shirt (no bra) and shorts with a thong underneath.  When Brian arrived she met him at the front door and after commenting on the heat, explained to him that she was going to take a cool bath and that if he needed anything he should just come in the house and help himself.  She also commented on my absence (and we had even driven my car away to a near by shopping lot to complete the story).  I could see on my monitor that Sophia’s nipples were quite hard and visible through her tight fitting t-shirt.

     

    A few more pleasantries were exchanged and as Brian started to turn away, Sophia said to him, “In this heat, you will sure earn your sponge bath today.”  She could see the back of his neck redden and his eyes gave her a furtive guilty look over his shoulders as he went into the yard.  God, she thought, two hours before he is done.  Can I wait that long?

     

    Well she did want to take that bath and she started running the water in the tub.  She stripped off her clothes and walked through the house naked making sure to pass by the windows.  I couldn’t follow all of her movements in my monitors but I could see Brian out the window, and while he was mowing he was looking toward the house.  I wondered if this could be dangerous.  Thanks god the lawn was pretty flat. 

     

    He started near the house and was working his way away from it.  After he got a certain distance, Sophia got in the bath and enjoyed the buoyant and warm waters of her tub.  The tub was a modern fixture, slightly longer than most, with enough room for two seated facing each other if they didn’t mind being a little cozy.  I watched Sophia in the tub as she dowsed a sponge across her nipples, squeezing the water across her chest.  Her legs swayed side to side creating a current that forced the water between her legs.  She played apparently oblivious to my camera.  She was teasing herself and working up her sexual energy.  I don’t think she had an orgasm even when she rapidly cupped her hand in a motion that moved the water even faster against her clit. 

     

    Brian, meanwhile, was finishing the lawn in record time.  Sophia had finished her bath and was drying herself (with the door open to the bathroom, I might add) when Brian came through for a drink.  The bathroom door opened into the hall and wasn’t directly visible from the path to the kitchen but Sophia stepped out into the hall when she heard Brian come in.  Holding the towel loosely in front of her, she asked, “Are you all done?” 

    “No,” he responded with a lump in his throat as he looked over at her naked body.  While the towel hid the most sacred spots, he could see the flesh all down both sides of her body attesting to her nakedness and the idea that the towel might slip made it difficult for Brian to get out the rest of his sentence, “I just needed something to drink.  Is it OK?”

    “Absolutely.  A hot one isn’t it?  You look like you have worked up quite a sweat there, young man.”  She liked the effect that calling him a young man had. 

     

    Soon Brian was back finishing the lawn.  Sophia had put on her t-shirt and her thong but did not bother with her shorts.  She quickly rinsed the tub and reloaded it with slightly cooler water this time.  She had just finished filling the tub when Brain returned.  He stood at the doorway and announced that he was done.  She stood before him in her t-shirt and her thong.  The t-shirt came down about halfway down her rounded ass.  Brian stood seeming to try to catch his breath.  “Is it silly for a woman off my age to wear a thong?  I really need a young man’s opinion.”  Sophia raised the t-shirt so that Brian could see the entire front of her thong.  Then she turned and did a pirouette.  I watched Brian’s face almost fall to the floor and had to laugh at his reaction.  Sophia was a beautiful woman and her ass was nearly perfect but I thought Brian was going to scream as his face scrunched up and stared at her behind. 

     

    “What do you think?” she asked again.  “It looks OK,” he replied.  “Just OK?”  “Better than OK,” he said.  “Do you think it is sexy on me?”  “Yes,” he gulped out. 

     

    “So do you want something to drink?” she said as she walked away into the kitchen.  “Some more water.”  He stayed where he was and used his hand to wrench the fabric around his member and resettle its position.  When he was done I could see it even at this distance over the monitor.  It was big and stiff and sticking up in his pants at a position equal to about two o’clock.  It didn’t look like it would fit in his pants at a twelve o’clock position since at two it ran all the way up to his belt. 

     

    She returned with his water and told him that he must have lost a lot of water in the heat today and that she said the best thing for him would be to soak in a tub of cooling water.  She explained that she had just run a fresh tub for him and that he could take off his clothes in the bathroom.  He hesitated and seemed a little disappointed that he wasn’t going to get his personal sponge bath.   “No I should really be getting home, but thanks anyway.”  Sophia was not going to let him escape.  She grabbed him by the waist and led him toward the bathroom.  “I will not take no for an answer!”  and she bullied him into the bathroom.  “Now get in there,” she said, “and don’t make me beat you.”  They both laughed sharing glances.

     

    She left and he closed the door, took off his clothes, folded them neatly on the shelf in bathroom and lowered himself into the tub.  The temperature was just right – warmer than room temperature but not hot.  He still had a hard on and it stood straight up poking its head out of the water.  He was beginning to relax and he started to lie back in the tub when suddenly the door opened and in walked Sophia.  He sat up startled and cupped his hands over his cock in an attempt to hide it.  “I promised you a bath and a bath I will give you” she announced.  “But you can’t keep your hands like that if I am going to wash you.  Do you want me to cover you up?  I can do it if you want, but it makes no difference to me.  It looks like you should be proud of what you have.  Let me see it,” she said and she moved his hands away with hers, actually grabbed his cock in one of her hands and moved it from side to side, carefully inspecting it.

     

    “Yes, Brian, you can be very proud of this tool.  I’ll bet all of the girls have told you that already.  Haven’t they?”  She looked into his eyes and could see his doubt and fear.  “Let me tell you, Brian, I have seen a lot of cocks in my day, and this one (she moved it to one side to emphasize her words) is one gorgeous specimen of masculinity.  Wait until the word gets around your college campus, the girls will come running to see it.”  She paused, still holding his cock in her hand.  “You’re not still a virgin, are you?”  She said it in a soft and sympathetic tone.  “No, no,” he said.  But she told him she could tell that he was lying.

     

    As she said this to him, her hand wrapped itself around his cock and began sliding up and down in the water along its length.  “Do you like this Brian?  Do you want me to stop it?”  A murmur but not an objection.   Slowly she moved her hand up and down.  “Do you want me to make you cum, Brian?”  No response.  She grabbed a bar of soap that had been soaking in water since this morning.  It was the soap with the cold cream in it.  She lathered both of her hands and returned to stoking his cock.  The soap now made her hands slide more easily.  She stroked him with one hand and with the other moved it under his balls cupping them, softly spreading the soap over them and below his balls in that little area between his balls and his asshole.  She used both hands around his cock and started to stroke him faster.  He was loosing control now arching his back and humping into her hands.  She sued one hand to pull the skin down tight around his cock.  I could tell because while the water was beginning to get sudsy, the top of his circumcised cock was protruding and the tightness could be seen in the skin attached to it.  While this hand remained still pulling his skin, her other hand began rubbing faster and faster around the sensitive spot just below his head.  He tried to keep up but could not thrust as fast as she could use her hands.

     

    The whole time this was going on, she was talking to him in a low sexy voice.  “Oh you like that, don’t you?  How is that?  Is this good?  What a big cock you have Brian?  I can just imagine how wonderful this would feel in my pussy.  Or maybe in my mouth.”  Just as she lowered her head to get near his cock, the first spurt jumped, flying at light speed and caught Sophia just above her eye.  She continued to lean forward, unfazed and opened her mouth to catch the second spurt.  He hands continued to work rapidly as he shot five of six times in rapid succession.  Then she slowed her strokes but kept him enwrapped.  Slowly she helped him spurt off two or three more shots.  She took some of these in her mouth and she enjoyed the fresh taste of this young boy.  Other spurts surrounded her face, closed one eye and hung off of her face as only cum can.

     

    She reached over and wiped her face off with a towel.  Brian looked uncomfortable not quite sure what to do.  She looked at him very pleased while the towel cleaned her face.  He finally stuttered, “I’m so sorry Mrs. Williams.”  “I think you can call me Sophia, now.  Don’t be sorry.  I expected that and I’m too good not to get what I expect.  Now you relax while I wash you.”  She found a sponge and began to wash him in the tub like nothing happened.  He laid back and enjoyed her gently stroking.  She patiently washed him, then dried him while he stood.  She told him to just relax and she would do all the work.  As she dried between his legs, he began to respond to her touch with blood again flowing into his member.  He seemed less self conscious about it now.

     

    She took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom instructing him to lie on the bed.  She told him that he was still a virgin but that he probably didn’t want to go off to college that way.  If he wanted she would teach him a few things.  Show him a few things and break his cherry in the process.  Brian was just being quiet and she took that to mean “go ahead”.  I could hear what was being said through the ventilation system and I could see him laid out in the bed on my computer.  I watched s Sophia took off her t-shirt.  She got on the bed and straddled him.  “Touch my breasts, Brian.  Excite me with your touch.”

     

    He reached up and took both of her nipples between his thumbs and fingers and squeezed them both hard.  “Ouch.  Brian, that is a bit too hard.  Just use your fingers and circle the nipples.  Yes that’s better.  Yes, I like that much better than squeezing them hard.  Try holding my beasts in your hand like you were holding a football without touching the nipples.  Now squeeze gently.  Yes.  See how my nipples are all hard now.”

     

    “Now I want you to lick them.  Just use your tongue for now. That feels very nice Brian.  It’s making my pussy wet.  It’s like there is a direct line to my pussy pump which pumps out juice for your cock to slide into.” 

     

    “Now it’s my turn to lie down, Brian and I want you to sit up and take off my panties. Do you like these panties any better now?  Do you think they’re sexy?”  She wriggled out of her thong as he pulled them off of her hips.  I could see that she was enjoying showing herself to this young boy and her body spread itself open in front of him.  “Now I want you to take a close look at my pussy, Brian.  Have you ever seen a pussy before?”  He nodded, then gulped as he moved down the bed so his face was closer to her pussy.  She took both of her hands and pulled her shaven lips apart exposing her swollen clit and the pink of her innermost lips. 

     

    “See how there’s two sets of lips around my pussy.  See how thick this part is right now.  It isn’t always that thick.  You’ve caused that to happen by getting me excited.  Put your finger in there and find my pussy hole.”  He inserted his finger and would up a bit too high.  “Just a little lower. Yes,” she started a bit as he found and penetrated her hole.  “That’s right, Brian.   Now can you feel the bumps just at the opening – around the entrance?  That’s right.  Yes.  Move in a slow circle like that. Oh that drives me crazy.”  She just moaned while he continued to press one finger in a circle around her entrance. 

     

    While I couldn’t see I imagined her vagina loosening as it does when I do that.  I noticed that I wasn’t feeling jealous at all but that I was enjoying seeing her excited and manipulating this poor young boy.  I had taken my cock out of my pants and I was playing with it and while I watched the computer I leaned toward the vent so I could her each of her words.  Her voice was firm, not loud but directive like a patient teacher should be.  She was still holding her lips open with her own hands.

     

    “That’s wonderful, Brian.  What a good lover you will make.  Do you know where my clit is?”  He hesitated.  “Right here,” she said as she used one hand to just barely touch the tip.  “Now this part of a woman is very, very sensitive and requires special care.  Do you want me to show you how to please a woman by exciting her clitoris?”  He nodded, still shy although the two of them were completely nude.  “First put your hands where mine are and hold open the lips like I have can you do that.  Pull my lips a little farther apart.  Yes.  Now lower your face to my clit and get your tongue nice and wet for me.  The clit needs lots of moisture.  Lick some moisture on it slowly.  Wow.  That is perfect Brian.  Do another like that – real slow.”

      

    “OK, that was just a little hard.  Each woman is different so sometimes you have to try different things.  I really like it when someone licks just one side of my clit, almost beside it.  That’s close, Brian, but a little more to the side.  OH YES.  That’s it.  Now I love it when you start slow and increase the speed just a little bit each time.  YES.  YES.”  She was wiggling her hips making it hard for Brian but he was doing his best to stay with her.  She was screaming now and I had no trouble telling that she was having an orgasm. In fact, I was pumping along with her and about to explode myself.

     

    Brian was trying to keep licking her and in the process became a bit rough – his inexperience showing – but it was too late for Sophia.  He could have been biting her or punching her and she still would have orgasmed.  It was massive too and one where she had to pull his head away to stop the sensations although he body gave her a couple of waves of rushes even after the catalyst was removed. 

     

    As she began to gasp and return to reality, Brian spoke for almost the first time, “Did I hut you?”  Sophia was overcome by the gentleness of the young man in her bed she took him in her arms and squeezed him – a grateful warm hug.  “Brian, you were terrific.  That was just an outstanding orgasm.  The best I’ve ever had.”  She looked up to the camera, her face hidden on his shoulder and winked at me.  “When a woman gets really, really excited it just all gets too much to handle and you have to have it stop immediately.  But if you didn’t notice, (she chuckled) I had a huge orgasm.  You are such a terrific lover, Brian.”

     

    “But there is still one thing,” Sophia said.

    “What’s that?”

    “Why, you are still technically a virgin!  And we can’t have you going off to college that way, can we?  Do you want to fuck me, Brian?”  She put a certain emphasis on saying “fuck me.”  It was in her low sexy voice.  It got to me and I’m sure Brian was ready too.  I could see his young cock standing straight up pointing toward his chin.  I had actually thought that maybe I would wait until Brian was gone so I could get sloppy seconds on my best gal but hearing her and watching her lie back and spread her legs open, I began to rub my own cock in earnest now.  I watched as Sophia helped lead his cock into her pussy.  She was whispering to him now and I could barely hear what she said.  Something about “using her.”

     

    Well it didn’t take Brian long to cum.  He put his cock inside of her and once he started moving in and out he lost all perspective and control.  Even though it was his second orgasm of the day, he pumped away like a maniac for a minute or two before exploding inside of Sophia.  She kissed him on his face and neck and caressed his back with her hands.  As he came she grabbed his ass and pulled him tight.  Soon he lay motionless on top of her, still inside her.

     

    I was so close.  So hot.  I leaned away from the vent and called my house on my cell phone.  I watched as Sophia answered the phone without even a slight movement from Brian.  “I am so hot.” I said.  “You loved getting your little virgin, didn’t you?  (Un Huh, she said) You loved teaching him. (Uh Huh) You broke that young man’s cherry and he will always remember you for it.  (I hope.)  OH,” I said trying to be so quiet.  I exploded just as I heard her say, “OK hon, I’ll see you later.  Remember life is a journey.  Have a nice trip.”  

  • The Job

    So it had been going along like this now for about six weeks with each Saturday going longer than the next.  But before I tell you about what is happening now you deserve a little background. 

     

    I am young, black, and proud.  Now in my mid thirties I have been out of work for a couple of years.  On my last job I got into a really bad argument with my boss – the racist bastard! – and it’s become very difficult to find work ever since.  I’m married to Maria, a beautiful successful white woman for over ten years.  We have a great relationship except for the fact that I am out of work.  She gets frustrated with me hanging around the house all day and I get frustrated with nothing to do all day.  It’s hard enough when your woman makes more money than you do but when you have no income and have to rely on her for everything well, sometimes I feel emasculated.

     

    So a couple of months ago we had an argument and Maria came to me after a few hours of silence and told me she had the answer to both of our problems.  She wouldn’t explain what she meant but it seemed to calm the fires between us.  And so the following Saturday it began.  She told me to be ready for work by 10:00.  And told me to make sure I was dressed casually but clean.  She still refused to tell me what the job was.  I spent the morning with a big breakfast, coffee and a newspaper and then showered, shaved and dressed.  I put on a sort sleeve dress shirt and a pair of khaki pants. 

     

    “Good,” she said, “you look very handsome honey.  Come with me to the bedroom.  We have enough time for a little quickie before you start your job.”  She glanced at her watch and led me up to our bedroom. 

     

    “But, Mary, I shouldn’t get all sweaty,” I wondered what had gotten into her.  Even though it wasn’t unusual for us to engage in morning or afternoon sex it seemed a bit unusual for her to pick this specific time.

     

    “Don’t worry honey.  I’ll do all the work.  You can just lie there.  In fact, why don’t I tie you up.”  I felt my pants tighten.  We sometimes enhanced our usual sex with a bit of bondage.  We switched off from one to the other but I actually enjoyed it most when I was tied up.  No responsibilities, unable to do anything, simply lie back and enjoy her ministrations.   I was in for a surprise.

     

    Once upstairs she removed my shirt, laid me on my back on the bed with my head toward the bed’s bottom.  She took out our rather sturdy silk ties and bound each of my wrists to the two foot posts pulling them tighter than usual.  Then she spread eagled my legs and tied them to the head posts.  I was still dressed in my pants and she undid and removed my belt, opened the snap, and slowly slid my zipper down making sure she made as much contact as possible with my growing manhood. 

     

    I was wearing black jockey underwear and she took her hand and spread it over the cotton fabric, slowly finding her way to my most sensitive areas with her fingers.  As my member struggled to extend itself, she repositioned it by grabbing it and pulling it through my shorts. 

     

    “So, let me tell you about your new job,” she said as she continued to stroke me as I extended to my full 10” length.  “I was thinking to myself, what is it that Bradley does the best?  And it became obvious to me that your best qualities come out at night.  Or rather in bed.  Wouldn’t you agree?”  Her eyes had a mischievous glint to them as I agreed somewhat hesitantly.  “So then I thought how can we take advantage of Bradley’s skills?  And it came to me in a flash.  I know a lot of women who would like to purchase a pussy licking without any complications.  Simply confidential, uncomplicated, and quality pussy licking.  So that’s what I have done.  You will spend the rest of the afternoon giving mustache rides.” 

     

    She got up rather suddenly.  “Any questions,” and she went over to our “toy” draw and got out a blindfold that we occasionally used.  She placed the blindfold over my eyes.  I was stunned.  Not sure what to make of it when I heard the doorbell ring.  She left the room to answer it and I thought maybe I should just go with this.  It might not be all that bad.

     

    That first day I gave only three rides (I don’t actually have a mustache, by the way) and it was definitely interesting.  I could not see a thing and the women didn’t talk to me, but I could hear each of them enter the room, undress and position their pussy and clit over my lips.  I was quite good at pussy licking and I have to say I enjoyed it.  The women were all clean and rather tasty.  I enjoyed getting a woman off and dancing with her as she built up to a climax.  I say dancing because with each woman there was a technique to working with her excitement and her sensations.  It was like a dance.  I would lick and she would respond.  Women liked repetition in their pussy licking but too much repetition eroded the sensation.  Somehow you had to continue moving it forward.  Continue to bring a new sensation to the old, then repeat, then break, then a new tickle and so on until she exploded.

     

    The hard part was that fact that I had to stay erect for the entire time without any satisfaction.  My own pleasure was largely random.  By that I mean some of the women when they sat on my face felt an urge to touch and rub my cock.  Occasionally one would pull my shorts down and touch my sensitive flesh.  Sometimes I would even get a kiss or two planted on my big black cock but no one ever seemed interested in my satisfaction.  It wasn’t until later that I realized my frustration was part of the Rules that were explained to each client prior to their session.

     

    Between each session, Mary would come in and visit me.  She would wash my face and clean me up for the next customer.  If it looked like I was getting soft, she would expertly titillate me in just the right way to regain my erection for the next customer.  She used to claim that no expertise was needed, that the “tool” was pretty simple to operate – just a touch in the right spot was all it took.  But she could tell exactly how much I needed to keep me stimulated without sending me over the edge.  And most importantly, at the end of every workday she would remove my pants and mount me and fuck me furiously for the entire two minutes it took to get me off.  Well, okay, two minutes is an exaggeration but it didn’t take long.  Sometimes I would work on her until she came and I was ready for a second but given the day that I had she often understood if we skipped her pleasure.

     

    That was the first week of work.  Three customers.  Now we were up to seven customers, starting at 9:30 in the morning and going to about 5:00.  I got 45 minutes off at noon to shower and eat before I had to reassume my position.  Each session lasted 45 minutes with about 5 minutes in between for cleanup, etc.  Based on the “evaluation” forms (can you believe that!), it was decided that I should be naked on the bed and one hand restraint was loosened so that I could reach her pussy with one hand.  It turns out that this was not quite enough to allow me to touch myself.  And rather than be completely naked I started each session with a small hand towel draped over my cock.  Without the restraint of my shorts it formed a noticeable (and embarrassing) tent.  Actually more like an A frame house than a tent. 

     

    I continued to be blindfolded so to keep the identity of the women confidential but some of them did talk to me.  These I’m sure were women I didn’t know but a number of the regulars remained quiet and I can only imagine that they were people I had met.  Neighbors, friends, Mary’s coworkers.  I found I spent the rest of the week wondering if any of the other women in our life had sat on my blindfolded face. 

     

    Today, the first two women were rather routine.  They mounted me, teased me slightly by pulling the towel off of me and occasionally touched my cock, but most of their attention was focused on their own pleasure positioning themselves to optimally receive my tongue on their clit and my fingers in their pussy.  The third customer of the day was new.  I could tell by her hesitation to get started.  After she made no contact with me for the first 5 minutes, I encouraged her by asking her if she wanted to remove the towel on my cock (Maria always returned it before each customer.)  She removed the towel slowly, sliding it sensuously down my cock, driving me crazy.  “Can I touch it?” she asked.  “Sure.”

     

    She touched it with just her fingertips, very gently.  Tracing her way down my complete length, her hand worked its way under my ball sack which was tight and clenched up close to my shaft.  With my legs opened she continued and tickled further down putting her finger on the opening to my ass.  “Do you like to have your ass touched,” she asked in a high pitched gentle voice that sounded like that of a younger girl.  The question made me think she was older.  “Yes,” I responded, “do you?”  “Oh yes,” she said with feeling, “I was hoping you could do that to me.  Is that part of your service?”  Her finger poked into my ass a little causing my hips to lift slightly and my cock to stretch.

     

    “If you like. I am here to satisfy YOUR needs.” 

     

    That was all the encouragement she needed.  This woman with the teenager’s voice, who I thought might be shy, took complete control of our session.  She positioned her ass cheeks right over my lips.  I played in her crack with my mouth gently working its way around the area.  My tongue played around her brown hole.  But as soon as I tried to stick it in, she lifted her ass away from me and returned slowly.  “Gentle for now,” she said.  I stuck my thumb at the edge of her pussy opening and rolled it around the rim, pressing on it.  Her moaning told me she liked that.  I eventually worked my way inside with my thumb and opened the lips which formed a hood guarding her tiny dancer with two of my fingers. 

     

    My fingers slid up and down between her lips so that they would touch her clit.  Just touch its stiffness.  Then push a little on the skin that enveloped it.  I pushed and held the skin up exposing her clit but waiting while her mind concentrated on my nose sticking into her anus, then rubbing along her crack my tongue tracing a line from the bottom of her vaginal opening to her ass.  Slowly, stopping as my tongue just touched the brown rim.  Then the movement of my thumb, sliding in and out pressing up into her vaginal opening and back to my fingers.  Before I could repeat this staccato pattern one more time she began to come and I furiously sped up the efforts of my fingers and my tongue.

     

    First she pressed harder on my face.  Not so concerned about gentleness now, I thought.  Then she fell forward as the orgasmic pulsations overcame her. She fell forward and her cheek made contact with my fully erect cock.  Wow did that feel good.  I moved my hips a little and she cradled my cock in her hand pressing it against her face and kissed it.  I couldn’t help myself and I came.  She encouraged me continuing to press me against the side of her face as I released pent up spurt after spurt. 

     

    Thank god it was my lunch break, I thought.  But Maria might still be mad.  She made a point of telling the women not to let me cum.  After a few minutes she got up.  “Do you accept tips?” she asked.  I hope Maria lets her come back for another session.

  • The Piercing of Ariel

     The Piercing of Ariel

     

    She loved to have her body played with and inspected and poked and pinched.  It first started with her doctor when she was just a developing young girl.   He would examine her and as he investigated her parts, she would get a warm fuzzy feeling.  As she grew older the feelings intensified and she looked forward to her 6 month appointments with her doctor.  When she was 12 she fantasized about the doctor all the time while she lay in bed at night and pinched her nipples.  She was afraid to touch her genitals except in the shower or bath.  But she loved the feeling of squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples.  She had her first orgasm when she was 13 and with her doctor.  He had his hands on her genitals somewhere in that space, in the folds between her legs.  He touched somewhere, a couple of wheres, over the course of the exam.  She had her legs apart in the stirrups and he was opening her for further evaluation when she began to come.  And she did the unthinkable – she rubbed herself against his hand and released herself with her hips moving obviously up and down.  The doctor appeared to not notice it but in doing so he left his hands where she continued to have her orgasm.

     

    After that she used to play with her pussy pretending it was the doctor’s hands.  Exploring until she eventually began to understand her special places for touch.  She used to let the boys give her money to see her breasts and pussy.  And for an extra $5 she would let them touch her.  For a dollar they could touch her leg or her stomach, but it was $5 each for her ass, her breasts, and her pussy.  Usually, the boys just had enough for one touch each.  For $10 dollars they could open her cheeks and stick a finger in her ass and for $11 dollars she would open her legs and let them put a finger inside her pussy.   She learned how to stretch out the game by only offering certain acts at certain times.  She loved to tease the boys and she loved the attention.  When they used up all their money and couldn’t afford to have a poke in her pussy, she would open her legs and give them one last look, spreading her lips open for them.

     

    At 16 she was the youngest of her friends to wear a thong and she loved to shave her hair off.  Even though she had rather fine hair, she still liked the warm shave with the sharp edge.  She had become skillful at it and taught one of her girlfriends and they used to do it together and sometimes shave each other.  She liked the attention when someone else was poking her genitals. 

     

    She grew early into her curvaceous shape with a perfect ass and proud perky breasts.  She had prominent nipples which we often hard.  She enjoyed the attention they drew and she would often dress in bra-less T-shirts.  She became a sun worshipper and with skin that browned easily she would lie in her skimpy bikinis and imagine herself lying naked.  She would imagine being tied down and many men playing with her body parts, poking her.  As she imagined this she would open her legs wide to the world and hope her wetness could be seen.

     

    One day she went to a tattoo artist and had a simple red rose painted at the bottom of her spine.  She loved the tickling pain of the needle.  The tattooist’s hands moving unpredictably on her rump and his arm resting in her crack to get the right angle on the intricate design he painted.  Her next one was on her breast.  The combination of pain and poking; looking right at his face while he painted pricked and wiped her exposed breasts; she couldn’t wait to go home and masturbate when it was done.  In fact, she and her friend who also got a tattoo were teasing random men all the way home showing each other their new tattoos while they watched.

     

    Then came piercing and it seemed she found herself.  She first had her ears pierced multiple times.  Then her eyebrow and that seems to be the one that got her hooked.  It delivered a level of pain that was breathtaking: one hard pierce and then a numb low level pain.  Unlike a toothache it gave a sexual buzz with it and got her high.  She seemed to be so open to sexual touch afterwards and her piercer knew it.  He loved piercing women and touching them.  If she had wanted and encouraged his advances she’s sure he would have fucked her.  He would pinch and pierce and after each step he would touch and massage some part of her body.  As it was she didn’t object to his touches which he told her would calm the pain.  She had a secret orgasm while he massaged her shoulders and breasts and arms.  His hands had a gentle smooth stroke which was soothing and also brought her to a heightened sexual tingling all over.  He had a certain rhythm in his touching, moving to the sensitive spots in ever increasingly warm slow and sensual movement.  Using the rest of the body’s curves to lead up to the sensitive parts, it was like being in the hands of a musician.  She became addicted to the piercing – to the way he did his piercing.

     

    Next was her tongue and it hurt.  He massaged her whole body.  He had suggested that she take off all of her clothes before they started and told her that to minimize the pain he would give her a full body massage while she lay on her back.  She thought the pain would be too much at first but his hands were great on her body.  She loved the combination of pain and pleasure and he took his time to massage her genitals.  He had a couple of cloth stirrups that hung from the ceiling and placed her ankles in them causing her ass to lift just slightly.  He began to massage her backside and her full cheeks before moving his hands into her crack and coming all the way around to her clit.  His hands moved around a number of times before he removed her feet from the stirrups and had her spread out her legs on the table.  He worked her clit and pussy and lips in a gentle slow movement that drove her crazy.  As she had done once before in the doctor’s office she came rubbing against his hand.  But this time there was no silence or quietness about it and she came and came and came over his fingers and his hand.  He had obviously done this with other clients and she was obviously enjoying it.

     

    She let him pierce her nipples – each a couple of hours apart.  And he massaged her to orgasm after orgasm between her piercing and after her piercings.   He never asked for anything in return and seemed totally satisfied with her orgasms.   Through hours of her orgasms, he clearly enjoyed his work and he probably had all the girls he wanted.  He seemed pretty busy with a lot of other girls and she figured they all got the reduced pain treatment.  Perhaps she could stop being addicted to these treatments of pain and pleasure, she thought.  But whenever she had a few extra dollars she found herself going back to his shop to pierce her belly button, her eyebrows, through her cheeks, more in her ears, etc.  The more painful the piercing was, the more intense her orgasm.

     

    She had three of the most intense sessions when he pierced her pussy.  First, she let him pierce the skin above her clit.  She was concerned that it might make her clit a little less sensitive.  Instead the ring helped to balance his finger while it gently ran up and down her enlarged clit.  Of course, she didn’t find this out until the second session, where when like her session of piercing her nipples, he did each of the outer lips of her vagina – each an hour apart and rubbed her all over in between.  He liked to show off how the rings could enhance the touch and he would kiss her rings when he was between rubbings.  When he used the ring above her clit to flick his finger and his tongue alongside her clit so close to the recent pain of her piercing, she went wild.

    piercings

     

    He also had a thin vibrating tool that he slid through all three rings.  After turning it on, he let it run free of his hands which found other parts of her body to poke.  He used to like to ask her how well his other piercings would be holding up.  She always made sure to wear all of them when she came to the shop.  He would lift each in his hands, inspect it, poking her and prodding her.  Massaging as he went, pinching and poking so that her nipples came to attention.  Doing that now, as she squirmed under the vibrations of his special tool.  But as much as she squirmed, the tool continued to stay positioned right on top of her clit and in between her lips.  Standing over her prone body he looked into her intense eyes as she was beginning to orgasm and whine almost pathetically.  He smiled at her as she did.

     

    He gave her the tool as a token of his friendship, his connection to her and told her to bring it back it she ever had any problems with it.

     

  • The Balcony Part 1

    It was a first class hotel.  15 stories of modern materials.  The balcony we had on the 8th floor was ample and fitted easily with two lounge chairs.  The balcony was on the right inside half of the “L” shaped hotel so it faced in a sideways fashion all the balconies on the left side.  Both sets of balconies were facing west and in this gentle paradise the sunsets were spectacular.

     

    We stood on the balcony waiting for the spectacle to begin, having just finished refreshing showers.  The sun and sand of the afternoon was now a warm memory.  The afternoon was cooling down but it was still a very comfortable temperature.  I had my arm around her waist, the two of us melting into each other.  It had been a great day.  I turned my head and gave her a thankful peck on the lips.  Followed by a longer gentle kiss of lips contacting.  Then endless kisses quick and long and constantly moving across on another.  Feeling the depth of the other person’s passion.  Focusing on each other.

     

    We paused and looked at the sand and the ocean and the softly falling sun.  I looked over her shoulder and saw a number of other couples populating the balconies randomly.  Like us they were mostly huddled together at the railings looking west.  I whispered in Emma’s ear.  Would she like to live out a fantasy down here in the middle of paradise where no one knew here?  What did I have in mind, she asked.  Her fantasy about doing it in front of others who were watching.  She jerked just slightly.  OO, I don’t think I could actually do it!  But tell me more.  What did you have in mind?

     

    Instead of answering her, I began to kiss her neck.  I knew she found that very sexy.  I blew kisses on the back of her neck and along the large muscle on the side of her neck up under her ear.  We faced each other and I gave her a tight hug pressing her breasts up against my chest.  The kissing lingered and got both of our engines running, her body squirming against mine.  She was wearing a little summer shift dress and my hands easily reached under the hem and began to rub the back of her legs and her panty covered ass.  “People can see us doing this,” I murmured.  She nuzzled my neck as if to hide her shyness.  “In fact, I can see one of the couples watching us.  He’s pointing at us as I’m rubbing your ass.”  Something about the idea appealed to her. 

     

    “Let me play,” I said and I moved a little to her side.  Still standing I could now rub her ass with one hand and moved the other to her braless breast.  I kissed her shoulder.  The sun was beginning to set among the distant clouds and the colors were ablaze with light.  “Relax,” I said and she began to go limp as my hands roamed over her body.  I moved one hand under her dress and all the way up to her breasts lifting her dress to her waist.  I looked over her shoulder and scanned the crowd.  There was about 4 couples on various balconies and at least two of them were watching us pretty intently.  On another balcony there were two young women calling a couple more women in from the room and pointing us out.  One of the women quickly returned inside with a disgusted look on her face but the remaining three continued to watch.

     

    I put one hand inside the top of her panties and she gave me a small protest as I slid them half way down her ass.  “Why not?  There are only adults here and we will never see these people after we leave.  It’ll just be our little secret.  There is no better time.”  My roaming hands were now both inside her panties, one in front and the other in back.  I gently began rubbing a few fingers across her public patch and I could feel she was warm and moist.  Burying my head in her breasts, I slowly began to peel her panties over her rounded mounds and down her silky legs. She sighed her physical approval although I sensed her mind was still uncertain.  

     

    My head flowed down the front of her dress as my hands removed her panties from her legs.  She willingly helped step out of them.  I told her to sit in the lounge chair and when she did, I spread her legs with slow strokes up the inside of both or her thighs.  Her dress still retained some of her modesty, but her legs were totally exposed.   She was looking down on me and put her hands in my hair as I began to kiss her thighs.  She moved closer to the edge of the chair – an invitation to sup, which I accepted, putting my head into her crotch.  As I did, her head rolled back in anticipation and sexual tension.  Her eyes closed.  I began to lick her pussy and open her lips.  I grazed her clit and she shuddered.  The bottom of her dress stayed behind when she edged forward and I took both hands and moved them up her body lifting her dress and squeezing her full breasts and pinching her hard nipples.  While her dress still covered my hands and her breasts, she was now naked from her midriff down in the twilight.

     

    We seemed to be ignoring the others on the balcony but their presence was undeniable and we were both were well aware of them.  I kept my hand lightly pressed on her pussy and I moved my head next to hers.  “Don’t keep your eyes closed.  Tell me who is watching and describe them to me.”  I again returned my face to her crotch.  I looked up at her and she had her head back and her eyes half opened, looking around.  She told me there were 5 balconies with couples on them and one with 4 girls.  The girls were giggling and talking loudly to one another but we couldn’t make out what they were saying.  She told me that one of the other couples watching us were also getting quite frisky.  Looking around seemed to raise her excitement and I began to lick her clit faster without putting too much pressure on it.  She arched her back and pushed her crotch into my face and grabbed a handful of my hair.  It wasn’t long before she was whimpering out loud, flooding my face with her juices. 

     

    As she settled back into the chair I snuggled in between her thighs and soon moved up and kissed her face, neck, and mouth in short staccato pecks.  Your turn she said.  Don’t go away.  And she jumped up and went into the room.  I sat in the chair.  I wanted to look at the others who were watching to stare onto their faces, but I was afraid I’d scare them off so I pretended to look into the fading sunset and I used as much of my peripheral vision as I could.  I saw one couple break up with her going inside and him staying out.  They were the easiest to see since they were just one floor up and at the end section of the “L”.  Then I spotted the couple below us by a floor, sitting in their lounge chairs, taking in the entire scenery.

     

    Emma returned with a couple of towels and some oil.  She had put the light on in the room helping to keep extra light on the balcony as the white sunless skies predicted the oncoming dark.  She placed the towel in front of my feet and knelt on it.  Are you ready, big boy, to show off your stuff, she challenged.  With that she untied the string belt on my shorts and removed them with my jockeys in one slow sexy slide.

  • LIZ, Part 2

    That (Part 1) was a few months ago.  They’ve had many more dates and he always treated her well especially in bed.  But bed was not the sole basis for their relationship.  They enjoyed each other’s company.  They shared a similar sense of humor.  And found support from each other in the various trials of their daily life.

     

    But the sex was changing.  Slowly, gradually.  He suggested that she get more in touch with her wantonness.  At first she didn’t know what he meant, but there was no question that sex was more in her thoughts than ever before.  She wanted it, looked forward to it, and even fantasized about it in ways she never did before.  She found his imagination stimulating in a way that he got her thinking about things she had never thought of doing.  And he didn’t just do it; he planted the seed, made her think about it first, imagining how it would eventually be.  He made her desire sex, want it, in ways she never had before.

     

    He told her that she needed to get more in touch with her sexual side and suggested that she let him tie her up.  The first time they simply pretended that she was tied up and he played with her.  She was instructed not to move or touch him.  She found it quite exciting.  Any responsibility that she might have had for satisfying him was removed.  He told her to just enjoy herself and not worry about his satisfaction.  After all, she was supposed to be tied up.  He seemed to enjoy himself.  He got off on her excitement.  So she agreed to being actually tied up.  She did after all trust him by now.

     

    They began with a shower and she was as active in the washing and caressing as he was.  It was something they had done a few times before and both enjoyed the slippery suds rubbing all the parts of their bodies.  After they toweled each other off, he brought her into the bedroom and told her to lie on the bed on her stomach.  He lit a candle and turned off the lights.  The straps were already connected to the four corners of the bed.  He fastened two inch wide velcroed cuffs around her wrists and ankles.  The cuffs had a number of small leather circles attached to them.  Once the cuffs were in place he pulled the straps through the circles in her ankle cuffs and pulled the straps tight around the bedposts.  This opened her legs wide but not so much that it was uncomfortable.  He then fastened her wrists and stretched these straps.  She couldn’t move (maybe wiggle a little) but wasn’t being stretched.

     

    He straddled her and softly ran his fingertips over her back.  He followed that by dipping his head and letting his loose hair fall on her back.  His straight hair just cleaned and dried felt soft and furry.  He moved his hair around her back.  She liked the soft flowing sensation.  He then moved it down to her butt and tickled her moving around it and into her crack.  She clenched her butt cheeks without thinking about it – kind of a reflex.  He turned his face up and began to kiss her behind, around the curve of her cheeks and eventually in her crack.  His hands each rested on one of her still supple buns.  He pushed on them and then pulled them open.  His warm breath floated across her tight little brown opening.  Licking it, then blowing a breath across it, she could feel each drop evaporate.

     

    He then left her for a second and returned with massage oil and began to massage her.  He had done this before and she liked it.  This time he was gentler than normal and moved across her body with his hands slowly.  He began at her neck and moved to her shoulders and arms, then her back.  After finishing her lower back, he turned around and worked on her legs.  The openness of her legs from the straps allowed him to use both hands and surround each leg as he did them one at a time.  Then he repositioned himself and liberally using the oil spread his hands over her behind.  He rocked her hips slightly and she wondered if he knew it caused friction on her clit as it rubbed on the taut sheet beneath her.  His hands also found their way between her cheeks and slowly moved across her hole.  God, she liked that!

     

    It was time to turn over and he came up with four more straps.  He crossed them over from the opposite bedpost and wrapped up her arms and legs again, before removing the first ties.  Was this really necessary, she thought?  It seemed a bit extreme to her.  She certainly wasn’t objecting to the massage.  After removing the original ties, there was enough slack for her to obey his order to turn over and as soon as she did, he tightened up the straps again opening her legs wide.  She realized that if she had wanted to object or stop, she wouldn’t be able to do so, on her own.  For a second it made her wonder what else he had in mind that such control was necessary.

     

    She realized that he seemed to be a master at this and knew exactly how to manipulate and change the straps to keep her completely in his control at all times.  She didn’t think that was so bad, so far.  All she felt from being tied up was this strange sense of freedom.  The irony of it didn’t escape her.  He could do with her as he pleased and she would just revel in the sensations, the feelings that he treated her to.  She didn’t have to worry about satisfying him or being fair or balanced in her giving and taking.  Being tied up; helpless to do anything, relieved her of any responsibility for his pleasure.  It was all about her.  Once in a while this serenity was interrupted with a thought of what he could do to her if he was mean or what intentions he might have that she would not want to comply with.

     

    He left her on the bed for a second and returned with a small bag.  From it he took one of the blindfolds that they pass out on overnight airplane flights and he placed it over her head and eyes.  He left the room and left her to wonder what was next.  She was a little uncomfortable but reminded herself that she trusted him and that he had promised there would be no pain involved.  When he returned he began to massage her front.  Spreading the oil on her neck and working his way down.  He used two hands on her breasts and worked them with lots of oil like one might work a lump of clay on a spinning wheel.  He massaged her stomach and then as on her back, he turned around and began massaging her legs.  As he straddled her, she could feel his hard naked erection on her stomach. 

     

    When he finished with her legs, he took the bottle of oil and let it drip onto her pussy.  It seemed like he poured a lot on to her and he began massaging it in.  Again his strokes were slow and smooth.  Both hands on the outer side of her pussy rubbing the place where her legs meet her torso.  Then using one hand over her mound he went particularly slowly, not obviously trying to be sexual.  Lots of oil and a slow stroke, though, began to get her juices flowing.  He moved his hips back a bit and pressed his hard cock between her breasts rubbing slowly in the slippery oil.  He stopped rubbing with his palm and began to run one finger along her oily slit.  He playfully ran a few quick circles around her clit and she realized that she would quickly come to a climax.  As her breathing increased, he slowed his movement and left the area of her clit.  She wanted him to touch her more.  She was ready.  He returned to her clit and began flicking his fingertip quickly under it.  Ooohh, she was going to come.  And he stopped again.  He was deliberately teasing her.

     

    But it was too late for her and she had an orgasm but without his stimulation.  It was perhaps the smallest, least exciting orgasm she ever had.  A tiny spurt of an orgasm, no waves, no lapse into sexual unconsciousness.  She didn’t really enjoy it.  And it seemed to her like he was deliberately stopping when he knew she was ready.  She was confused.  She tried to move – to roll over but the restraints, which she had momentarily forgotten about, wouldn’t let her.  She told him she wanted to get out of the straps but he told her not yet.  Not nearly yet, in fact. 

     

    He left her tied up while he left the bed and had a cigarette.  She didn’t realize when he finished but suddenly she felt his face gently slide between her legs.  It’s too late now, she thought, I just had an orgasm.  But he snuggled his face in between her opened legs and began to lick at the oil around her pussy.  Soon he was licking her slit and wafting his tongue over her clitoris.  After a few minutes of contact with her clit, she could feel herself getting warm and wet again.  His tongue began to move around her clit in the steady rhythmic way that she liked.  It surprised her how quickly she was getting excited the second time.  Much quicker than normally.  And it felt very nice as he worked her over.  Intense.  He stopped the steady motion and began to kiss her vaginal lips in slow succulent movements.  It was almost calming and felt good.  He moved down to the bottom of her slit and pushed his tongue inside her, more than a few times.

     

    He moved away and she felt new straps being placed under her knees.  The straps on her ankles were loosened and the new straps tightened, causing her legs to be pulled toward the headboard, above her.  It left her pussy open and pointing itself to the world.  Even though she couldn’t see herself with the blindfold on, it made her feel whore-ish, slutty and dirty.

     

    He replaced his face in her pussy, kissing it like he would her face, moving around to different places on the pussy platter in front of him.  He then worked his way lower and found her back hole.  She was embarrassed to have her pussy on display like this and when he breathed his warm breath over her asshole, she was completely mortified.  But it did feel good.  She had never had so much attention paid to her genital area and he was finding sensitivities that she didn’t know she had.  Somehow having him play with her asshole no matter how good it felt seemed wrong.  She told him to stop.  She said no, not that – in a soft unconfident voice and he ignored her.  There was still oil over her butt and he rubbed his finger down and in her crack while he blew hot breath and quick licks from his tongue.

     

    His finger inserted itself slowly into her ass.  Very slowly, with a back and forth movement.  Each time increasing the depth he penetrated ever so slightly.  Her anus was relaxing to his touch and seemed to be wide open to his probing.  He was moving deep within her now and working his finger in a circle like he was trying to widen her opening and it seemed to be working.  He stopped and she heard him fumble in his bag and then put a larger object at the entrance to her hole.  She instinctively clenched her anus, which was difficult to do in this position.  Yet the object slid in easily with a little extra lubrication he had put on it.  Its shape was such that when it was inserted her anus closed around the end of it and held it in.  It felt locked into place so that it wouldn’t go any deeper and wouldn’t come out.

     

    It felt odd to her at first and he moved the part the stuck out side to side causing the part inside to move an even greater distance inside of her.  He licked her pussy again and moved the butt plug around eventually working his tongue up to her clit for a few quick licks.  He avoided his usual consistent rhythm around her clit and just continued to tease her.

     

    Again into his bag and he took out a very small bottle of a special oil – a peppermint oil.  He put it on his finger and applied it to each of her nipples.  The oil was hot.  Or felt hot causing her a burning sensation on the delicate tips of each breast.  They hardened to resist the burn.  Or was it cold?  Could it be ice?  Whatever, it certainly made her nipples feel like someone was constantly touching them and she alternated between thinking there was a candle on them to an ice cube.

     

    He then released the straps on her knees one at a time and returned her legs to her original position, tightening those straps to spread her legs apart.  It felt good to her to have the stress of the stretching of her legs above her head ended.  And as each leg relaxed the plug seemed to get larger in her ass or so it seemed from the new angle.  Laying on her backside it seemed to penetrate deeper.  She heard him fumble in his bag again and he placed his hand over her mound.  A vibrating sound broke the silence and the hand on her mound started to vibrate slightly.  He apparently was pressing the vibrator onto the top of his hand.  Or maybe it was one of those vibrators designed to vibrate the hand.  Some slight remnants of the peppermint oil were still on his fingers and were being transferred to various places in between her legs and inside her lips.

     

    His hand vibrated in between her legs and he moved it up and down the crevice between her legs.  After doing this for a few minutes, he lifted her ass with one hand and put his vibrating hand against the bottom of her ass.  He had her ass lifted up off the bed and pushing back on his vibrating hand.  She could feel his hand sending its vibrations into the butt plug in her ass.  A wave came over her from hip to the top of her legs.  A wave that relaxed every internal muscle she had.  She imagined that it was like having an enema and a douche at the same time. 

     

    He placed a pillow under her ass, removed his vibrating hand. He began using just his vibrating fingers – poking and prodding her crevices.  Then he reached for the part of the butt plug that was sticking out and rolled it slowly in a circle.  She could feel the circular motion the most at its deepest penetration but her relaxed muscles enjoyed it. 

     

    When he finished, he removed the straps and turned her over telling her to get on her knees and put her hands down by her sides.  He then strapped her wrists to her ankles and pushed her legs apart a bit.  Again she felt slutty.  Her face was lying on the pillow and her ass was in the air, spread open with some sort of a rod sticking out of it.  It was a bit humiliating but warmed her pussy in a strange way.  He got on the bed behind her and began playing with the plug again.  His circular motions coincided with a slow withdrawal of the plug and she could feel it circulating through each ring of her inner passage. 

     

    As soon as he removed it, he lubricated his cock and slowly slid it into her ass.  She had never had anyone fuck her up the ass before.  She had always thought that ass fucking was something just done by gay men and sodomists, not good people.  The experience was definitely different and she didn’t have the concentration to stop him.  She wondered if he would stop even if she asked.  He moved in and out very very slowly and she could feel her muscles tightening a bit around it.  As he began to speed up her muscles tired of tightening and she gave into his thrusts.  Her nipples were still burning from the oil.  Her wrists still locked to her ankles.

     

    A wave of submissiveness came over her.  “Use me,” she thought, her voice actually began saying. “Ow” softly each time he entered.  He was pounding away at her now, going deeper into her forbidden hole.  He grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand which reminded her of her subservient place in this lovemaking.  His other hand reached under her waist and played with her oily clit.  The restraints locked her into her position even as he pounded harder.  His hips were slapping against her ass.  Her g-spot was being affected somehow and there was this overwhelming sense of sluttiness that came over her.  She was such a shy girl grown into a woman. She had never talked about anal sex, never done it, hardly ever thought about it.  Now she was fully enjoying this pounding in her rear, feeling used, abused.  Giving in to her worst wanton feelings.  Her mind told her she shouldn’t like this but her body had given in.  She was being submissive to the temptations of Satan and that made it more exciting for her. 

     

    It was all a bit too exciting for her.  She started to cum in a huge orgasmic spurt.  Too much liquid she thought.  So much, and synchronized with her pulsating orgasms, the spurts gave way to shudders as she realized he was coming with her.  She couldn’t stop the gushing liquid.  She spurt, she lengthened her ‘ows’, she shuddered and shook.  She was slightly aware of his hot spray inside of her reminding her that he was in a different hole.

     

    Her arms still locked to her ankles, he gently laid her on her side in a fetal position and kissed her on the cheek and neck and back as she wafted back to reality.  This would be all for tonight.  But she knew this was just the beginning of new direction in their sex life together.

  • LIZ, Part 1

    She was really a very shy girl and now as a woman she still had trouble dealing with men.  It wasn’t that she was unattractive, the opposite, in fact.  She was beautiful and her shyness was brought about, in part, because she developed plump breasts so young.  Her ample breasts attracting unwanted attention when all the other girls were still in T-shirts.  Walking through the cafeteria line at school became an embarrassing column of eyes all focused on her chest and snickers when she walked by.  Even now she found herself conflicted.  As a mature 40 year old, sex was still uncomfortable.  She couldn’t explain it.  Didn’t really understand it, but had learned to accept it.

     

    She met Dan at a club and they had seen each other four or five times.  He was a very attractive and successful man a few years younger than her.  She knew tonight it would be required to invite him in for a drink at the end of the date and while she had done this before, tonight would be the night she “put out” or else he would lose interest.  And it wasn’t like that really.  She found him attractive.  They clicked.  She liked his sense of humor and they shared a lot of the same interests.  It was just that all men seemed to expect more of her than she was interested in giving when it came to sex.  Her sex drive just seemed lower than the men.  It wasn’t that she wasn’t willing to give.  It was just that she often found herself in a lose-lose situation where she lost them if she didn’t invite them up; she lost them if she brought them up and turned them down; and she lost them if she gave it up too easily. 

     

    Tonight for dinner she wore an attractive summer dress that slipped over the curves of her hips and it drew the appropriate compliments from him.  At the end of the night she invited him up to her bedroom, and they lay together fully dressed and kissed each other.  His tongue rolled playfully around the inside of her lips and tickled the roof of her mouth.  He caressed her breasts with a gentle pushing and squeezing.  He seemed to have good hands and a sensitivity that she liked in her men.  He kissed her sensually along the side of her neck, behind her ear and along her shoulder – at least as much as he could get with her dress on.  She found this exciting, particularly the mixture of his warm breath and wet kisses along her neck.  His hands slid along her legs but he was taking his time and resisted reaching for her crotch area.  There was something she found exciting about lying next to him with her dress up above her panty line, even though he couldn’t see much in the near total darkness. 

     

    She suggested a change of lighting and got up brought a candle to the bedside and lit it.  As she was sitting on the bed turning off the light, he sat behind her and ran his hands along the length of both sides, kissing the back of her neck.  She let herself relax under his kiss.  He suggested a few less clothes and tugged gently on the bottom of dress.  She lifted her hips and quickly her dress went over the top of her head and as they remained sitting with him behind her.  He moved his body away a bit as his face placed kisses around her shoulders and back.  He unhooked her bra as he kissed her, slid the straps off of her shoulders and his hands found their way to the front of her bra.  As he removed the bra his hands cupped both breasts.  They were only a handful now since she had had them reduced.  Once in awhile she wondered if the men in her life would have liked her to keep them at their original size, but she was glad every day that her breasts were now a more normal size.  It was hard to tell if her back hurt less as a result but she liked to think it did.  He continued spooning her from behind, his kisses on her neck and his hands on her breasts until her nipples became tight, stretched and more sensitive to his gentle caresses.

     

    She turned around toward him, feeling uncomfortable that she was in just her panties and he was still fully dressed.  She asked him to remove his clothes while she stretched out and watched him.  When he was down to his shorts, he kissed her on her legs – first on one then the other, back and forth between them.  She felt that he wanted her to open her legs but in new relationships she was always too shy to just open them up.  It was as though she would be giving into her wanton desires in an unladylike way.  Deep down she was so afraid of becoming a slut.  He moved past her panties and kissed her on her belly and she reached down with her hands urging him to return to her face, which he did.

     

    He kissed her rather hungrily around her face and neck while his body lay on top of hers.  She liked the feeling of his body on hers, crushing her slightly with his nudeness.  She was getting more turned on by this kissing then the kissing of her legs.  He was turned on too and she could feel the hardness between his legs rock over her mound.  Her legs did open now to his movement.  Her conflicts were beginning to disappear.  She was touching his back and feeling his rather pronounced muscles.  They were large and hard and smooth and it was exciting her just to touch them.  He moved down a bit on her and kissed her nipple, holding her breast firm with one hand.   His body moved slightly off of her and his other hand gently ran across her panties and in between her legs.  A finger found the slit below the cotton and it ran slowly up and down her swelling lips.  He returned to kissing her lips and she actively returned the caress of his lips.  She was enjoying his ministrations around her moistening pussy.

     

    His fingers slid under the edge of her panties and he pulled them to one side.  His whole palm pressed against her naked mound and crept slowly downward.  A fingertip played with the opening to her tunnel, just rimming a circle around the edge, picking up some moisture and pulling it up into her slit.  Again repeated.  And again.  Only entering her tunnel to the depth of one knuckle.  In and out; up and down.  Then he stayed, playing in her hole, hooking his finger in deeper and stretching it – first this way and then that way.  He followed with a few deep thrusts into her tunnel but before she could get into a rhythm, he left her tunnel and moved along her slit toward her clitoris.  She was feeling good and ready to give into her feelings.  Her feelings that she really was a slut.  Her feelings that she was about to let this man who she knew slightly have his way with her.  His manipulating hand felt so good. 

     

    His finger barely touched the end of her clit and he began a flicking movement right at its edge.  Like the flame of the candle next to her bed his finger brushed quickly and lightly across her way too sensitive clitoris.  This motion immediately drove her crazy.  Her hips started to move as he kept up the rhythm, working a little faster each time but never putting much pressure on it despite the fact that her thrusting hips caused his finger to move around slightly.  She was cumming and she wondered if she should try to hide it.  It was so quick yet although she knew she could have multiple orgasms, she just didn’t want him to think their lovemaking was over.  He seemed to sense this and kissed her in a sensitive spot just below her ear burying his face into the nook of her shoulder and neck, while she let out a long obvious moan. 

     

    His hand stopped moving as she finished cumming but it stayed resting against her mound.  She started to say something and he cut her off with a kiss on the lips.  His hand moved caressingly over her crotch not focussing on her hotspots but calming her.  And then along the insides of her thighs and the kisses began again.  He certainly was not stopping.   She kissed him gratefully.  He began to move his face down her body kissing her sides and nipples and breasts.  As he continued lower he pulled her panties down along her legs.  She put her legs together to make it easier.  Again his face was in her stomach and approaching her pussy.  She wondered why she felt so embarrassed to have a man put his face in between her when she loved it so much once it was going.  Of course, some men were better than others, but she was pretty sure he would be great.  Nonetheless, she waited for him to open her legs rather than volunteer what she wanted.  His face felt wonderful in between her legs as he kissed each inner thigh and placed kisses around her pussy before focussing on any particular spot.  His tongue licked the length of her slit and opened it up.  Up and down his tongue moved depositing additional moisture to the area, especially over her clit.  Her hands were gripping the strong muscular of his shoulders – her fingertips pressing in the crevices between them.

     

    He made his tongue loose and flat and ran it over her clit putting more moisture on it.  She couldn’t tell if it was her moisture or his, because she was sure leaking plenty of moisture on her own.  She loved what his tongue was doing, licking in a circular motion around her clitoris and along its sides.  Steady, constant, to an unheard beat.  Her hips were rocking to a slow beat almost without her being conscious of it.  Actually consciousness was rather hard for her to find at the moment because all she could think or feel was about his tongue and her clit.  She was going to come again and felt a little guilty that he was doing all the work but she was not going to interrupt him. 

     

    On their dates when he would talk about sex, he would always brag about how good he was.  She realized he wasn’t just bragging.  And he hit the spot again.  Wow.  She was going to explode and she moaned loudly.  Suddenly he wrapped his lips around her clit and began to suck on it just as another orgasmic wave enveloped her.  Ohhh.  Her hips arched up.  And as her hips started to relax back to the bed a fingertip in her ass (oh god) making her quickly arch again.  And this time she was spent and she had to get some space between them.  She became too sensitive to his touch.  He complied but not before teasing her a bit with a tickle here and there.  And she was very ticklish.  She pushed him away from her, laughing while she did.

     

    He turned on his side, his back to, toward the outside of the bed and lit a cigarette.  She snuggled up against his body her eyes peeking at his hard on under the boxer shorts.  The cigarette would give her just enough time to relax.  She sniggled against the muscles of his back and slowly caressed him with her hands.  She realized that she often felt as though she had a duty to please a man.  Kind of an unwritten tit for tat.  But right now she felt a strong desire to please him.  She wanted him to feel as good as she did.  She wanted to please him like no other woman had.  She realized she wanted him back early and often.

     

    As he was putting out his cigarette she reached out and gently caressed the length of his cock.  He responded immediately turning slowly toward her touch.  She kissed him along the side of his back and moved slowly toward his crotch.  He lay on his back as she pulled his pole through the slit in his shorts.  She quickly positioned herself over his middle and lowered her mouth over the head of his stiff projectile.  It was quite long but not too thick and she easily brought the top of it into her mouth.  Using her hand and her mouth simultaneously she moved up and down along the shaft.  She was glad that he remained still.  She disliked it when men forced their penis into her mouth by moving their hips in and out.   She was afraid of getting it in too deep and choking.  It had happened before.  He had his hands in her hair but he wasn’t pulling her head, which could have the same effect as pushing his hips.

     

    After about 10 minutes his hands urged her head up to his face and she kissed him.  She preferred sex in the missionary position and she invited him to come inside her, lying on her back while he took off his shorts.  He positioned himself over her but kept his weight on his arms, so that his body floated above her.  He probed her pussy lips with the tip of his prick.  Rocking slightly, he prodded her opening.  Then surprising her, he found her moist slit and ran the soft fleshy tip up to her clit.  She loved the feeling as he moved it up and down along her slit with the head of his cock…  She could feel her juices flowing.  He continued this for some time and quietly laid his weight down on her, never breaking the movement between them.  He reached down and putting his hands under her knees lifted her legs opening her pussy wide.  He positioned his cock at the entrance to her tunnel again and slid it in just an inch, pulling it out.  Back and forth he played with the first inch of her pussy until she wanted more of him in her.  She tried to thrust her hips at him with each movement he made downward.  Her legs were draped over his shoulders and when he leaned forward, he was able to control her rocking and thrusting better than she was.  Nonetheless her attempts and the added friction it created added to both of their abandon.  She was grabbing more and more of him with each thrust.  She could feel the animal in him taking over and the careful manipulator giving way to raw passion.  He was pumping her fast now and nothing was going to stop him.  She was usually a little scared when men lost control in sex.  She had her usual quick flash of being raped then realized how much she was enjoying this, how wet she was.   She hugged his back and his biceps tightly, she was grunting something to encourage him, and she was about to cry.

     

    He was moaning louder than she was and she knew he could barely hear her.  She enjoyed knowing she was satisfying him beyond all control.  “Fuck me.  Fuck me.  Yes, give it to me.  Like that.  Fuuuck me.”  She was screaming.  The expressions coming out of her mouth shocking her.  He was coming and she could feel every muscle in his body pouring itself into each ejaculatory thrust.  He was very vocal about it although no words were formed.  It was a primal language.  Its message very clear.  She felt a wonderful sense of womanhood as his passion subsided.  Some sort of sisterhood with all women who had gone before, coupling with this strange opposite sex, finding completeness.  He gave himself up totally to the sensation of his orgasm, leaving this consciousness for another.  The orgasm that she brought to him.  She felt his dead weight stir for one last late orgasmic spurt before she was able to lift him to reposition her legs.  He laid half way across her, hugging her, one of his legs between hers, lost in another place.  Her face was wet with tears and she was overcome with a sense of satisfaction.  She hugged him and he returned the hug with warm snuggle against the side of her face.  She would let this man fall asleep and worry about what she had done tomorrow.  For tonight she felt in love.