Magic Medicine
- Part 1
Its bad enough being in a strange land, but its even worse when you get sick, travelling with all your belongings on your back, and arriving in a new town, with nowhere to go apart from a guesthouse.
Well that was the situation; I’d been dropped off by my ride at the front door to a guesthouse, in a strange town on cold wet evening, next to a leaden sea.
The door opened to reveal a woman in her mid-forties trim and rather elegant, she smiled and said “Hallo, and welcome won’t you please come in; and please call me Helen.” Suddenly her face lots its bright smile and took on a new demeanour an expression of shocked concern, she said “Strooth, you look real crook, you’d better come in and the first thing I’ll do is get you upstairs and put you to bed”.
Not being in a fit and able state to argue I submitted myself to Helen’s caring, she led me to a small room on the top floor of the house, she explained that this was not a guest floor but was where her room was and that she thought it wise that I should be close to her.
Helen showed me to her bathroom and told me to get myself into bed whilst she went and mixed some of her special medicine, I washed and undressed and climbed into the wide single bed in my room, pulled the sheets and covers up around my shivering body and waited for Helen to return with the promised magic medicine.
Helen returned and administered to me a wonderful herbal remedy, tucked the blankets around me and left the room, telling me should I need anything in the night just call.
Dosed up with flu remedy I fell, into a deep and restful sleep, a sleep that was filled with the most wonderful dreams.
I was in the tropics sick and sweating in a large bed, when a woman came in and administered to my needs in a most agreeable manner….
The next morning when I awoke, Helen came into my room with a cup of tea some toast and marmalade and more magic potion.
She asked me how I’d slept and did I feel better. I told her that I felt much better, and didn’t know what was in the medicine she’d given me but I’d had the most wonderful dreams.
Helen smiled at this comment and asked me to tell her more. But first she was going to get a bowl, flannel and towel to freshen me up. She left the room and I sat there drinking my tea and eating toast.
By the time Helen returned I’d finished my breakfast and drunk some of the potion. Pulling back the sheets she proceeded to wash my face and upper body whilst she washed me, she asked, “This dream you had in the night, what happened?”
“Well”…I said. “It was hot, very hot. I was lying on a big bed with a mosquito net all around the bed. I was naked accept for a single silk sheet covering my sweating body. The light in the room was from candles that flickered in the gentle breeze that blew in from the sea. I could hear the waves breaking on a sandy beach only yards away, the breaking waves sounded like the gentle breathing of sleeping mermaids.”
Helen exclaimed at this description and encouraged me to continue my narration. “Well…”I said.
“There I was on this big bed, when in came a most gorgeous creature wearing nothing but a Frangipani flower in her hair and sarong of fineness chiffon which allowed her beautiful body to be seen through the gossamer like material.” I continued, smiling at my entranced listener.
“Go on” she encouraged, with glistening eyes, I proceeded with my narration
“The air was filled with the intoxicating sent of exotic tropical blooms. The woman came over lifted the net and climbed onto the bed next to me. She had bought with her a bowl of scented water and flannel. She then washed my body” as Helen was doing at that moment. Helen asked me to go on … “the woman washed my heated brow with cooling liquid. She pulled the sheet off my naked body and washed me all over not missing any part except one!
When I was cleaned and refreshed she started to kiss me from head to toe telling me I would get better, but first I had to release the pressure inside me to allow my body heal it’s self fighting off the fever.”
Helen was now looking a little flushed as I continued recounting my dream. She then pulled back the sheet and applied the flannel to my now erect member.
She said huskily staring me straight in the eyes “Did she clean this, like this?” “Yes” I replied breathlessly.
“What did your dream woman do next?” Helen asked.
“ Well!”I said. “When she had washed and dried me. The woman did a most unusual thing. She pulled my hands and arms up behind my head. Produced soft silken cords and tied my wrists to the bars at the top of the bed.”
Helen then surprised me by saying, “Like this?” as she too pulled my hands and arms behind my head and as if by magic, produced two pieces of soft rope and tethered my wrists to the bars at the head of the bed.
This was getting interesting. Helen took my swollen member in her hand and asked me to continue my story.
“Well….” I said grinning like the Cheshire cat “The dusky maiden took my JT in her hand and stroked it up and down telling me how beautiful it was. She then lowered her head taking my cock into her mouth.”
Helen, to my pleasant amazement re-enacted my description by taking my enflamed member into her mouth.
I was in seventh heaven, lying in bed being revived by an older woman, a woman that was sending waves of shivering pleasure through me. She knew all the right little places to apply pressure to my cock. Her special trick was to use the tip of her tongue to lick in little circles at the union of the glands, then she would lick in long wet strokes, starting at the base of the shaft and licking up to the head she applied this treatment to my cock for what seemed an age. Just as I got used to her wonderful technique being repeated over and over, She opened her mouth wide and swallowed my length, twirling her tongue around and around as more of my cock vanished into her eager mouth. Apart from my salutations of pleasure and her gentle slurping sounds, all was quiet in the house we were quite alone.
Helen finally came up for air smiling at me she said “Did you like that?” I just grinned back at her and nodded my head in affirmation.
“What did the dusky maiden do next?” She asked, as she stroked my body with soft fingers.
“Well,” I continued starting to really enjoy this resurrection of my dream “She removed her sarong and then she straddled my shoulders and bought her quim to my eager tongue.” With that Helen stood, letting her housecoat drop to the floor.
Now naked she climbed onto the bed, straddled my body and offered me her clean-shaven quim, (which I might add is my favourite dish. I’m not into organic dental floss).
So what can a gentleman do when served such a delectable repast, but oblige a lady? I breathed deeply on Helens scent and applied my tongue to her eager quim. My efforts were rewarded with moans of approval at my licking, nibbling and sucking.
Helen didn’t forget her duties either and kept up a song of delight, rewarding me for the pleasure I was giving her. Then without warning she came, sitting up she pressed herself hard onto my face and mouth.
Her body shuddering with such force I thought she might pass out. Lifting her pussy from my face she looked down, smiled at me, and said all rather flustered.
“Oh that was fantastic.”
She kissed me on the lips smiled and said; “Now I’m going to make you, come in me.”
Moving down my supine body until she was sitting astride my hips and hard penis, she didn’t push me into her but slid back and forth along my length making my cock slick with juices, oozing from inside her. The softness of the outer lips and her wetness on my cock was just gorgeous. I asked her to sit still so I could relish the feeling of her moist warmth on my cock. Complying with my request she just rocked back and forth ever so gently, applying pressure on her citreous…. to be contd
Magic Medicine - Epilogue
She looked into my eyes with bedevilment and said “Now I’m going take you into deep inside me and you can’t stop me” (who said I wanted too?) She then shifted forward letting my cock spring up she then pushed back letting my cock slide into her hot quim, oh so slowly, until she finally pushed down hard onto my pubic bone and rocked back and forth again applying pressure to her clit, giving the most wonderful sensation to the head, making contact with her cervix.
I wanted to lift her body to increase the feeling but was unable because of my tied hands and if I tried to thrust into her. Helen just pushed me harder onto the bed. Saying “NO! I’m making you cum when I want”.
Helen screwed me for what seemed like an eternity of bliss. Boy could this woman ride a cockhorse. I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes in sheer joy. I was in paradise…. every time I got nearly to the point of no return, Helen would relax and wait for me to calm down again. Then she would commence riding my throbbing cock.
Until she was finally satisfied I could bare this treatment no more. She bent forward kissed me hard on the mouth and then holding my head in her hands said with the most intense passion “Now my darling, this time fill me with your lovely juice that feels like fluffy cotton wool clouds.”
With that she began riding me intensely as she thrust up and down my full length, letting her ample breasts swing back and forth over my chest and occasionally touch my eager lips.
We came simultaneously our climaxes were volcanic in intensity though; It felt as if my cock was going to explode as it erupted into Helens womb. Her quim clenched and squeezed my throbbing member, as she collapsed perspiring onto my sweating body laying there panting from her excursions.
We rested in the most wonderful after glow as my cock slowly softened inside her. After long minutes Helen lifted herself off me and asked, “Shall we have a bath?”
Helen untied me and helped me to get up from the bed; she took me in her arms kissing my face and neck.
“Has the medicine helped cure the patient? She asked.
“Aaah yes I think so” I replied, returning her kisses as best I could “I now feel like hot radio active jelly. But yes I feel fine.” I said leaning forward and finally kissing her full on the lips, a lovely long sensuous kiss.
Whilst the bath was running and the bathroom filled with steam. I made Helen stand in the bath; I soaped her body all over and then washed her most carefully from head to toe. Then at my instruction she sat on the edge of the bath and allowed me to shave her mons Venus, as yielding and gossamer.
After she’d washed me we lay down in the bath letting the hot and soapy water keep us warm the bliss of our affection.
When had had enough we climbed out of the bath and dried one another with large fluffy towels. Leading me by the hand along the landing Helen took me to her bedroom.
It was a large room a huge double bed, with four turned wooden posts took centre stage. Without saying a word, just by using gestures I laid Helen on the bed and then took the cords from my room and tying her to her bed as she had tied me earlier. I made her lift her hips from the mattress and placed two pillows beneath her bottom making her vulnerable to my affection.
Now that I was in control I proceeded to torture her in the most wonderful ways I knew how. I stroked and caressed her breasts with my fingers and tongue taking her nipples into my mouth and rolling my tongue over the teats all Helen could do was tell how wonderful my ministrations felt, she particularly shuddered with delight as kissed and licked the underside of each breast where it joined her body. I continued working slowly lower and kissing my way down her tummy towards her quim. But just as she anticipated me to licking her mons Venus I passed it by and ventured down her thighs. Helen tried to push me back to her quim with her legs. Telling me I was a naughty boy.
“Now, Now” I admonished, “You can’t do that.”
I looked around the room and finding some more cord, tied her ankles to the posts at the bottom of the bed.
“If you can’t behave you have to be restrained” I scolded.
Helen whined at this and said “I promise to be good if you let me free”
“No.." I insisted, “You can’t be trusted not to squirm and so you must be restrained.”
I continued with my torture taking even more time over stroking and kissing and licking her legs. When I got to her feet I licked and sucked each toe in turn. She was going wild with this treatment. Begging me to stop. I knew what I was doing and was getting the desired effect for her quivering body.
I then went to the point of her desire and sucked on her button. I had made her so sensitive with my torture that she came within a second of me attacking her clit. I had to sit back as her body thrashed in orgasm. I sat on my heals and watched her lay there quivering and panting from her exertions. “Fuck me you bastard” she said. Pushing herself toward me like a bitch on heat. I positioned myself above and drove myself into her willing flesh, with such force that she gasped with surprise. I wanted to screw her fast and hard but not to hurt her. Exquisite pain yes but not suffering, that would leave her sore afterwards, fast short strokes controlling my penetration. As I approached my peek I pushed myself to the hilt and again applied pressure to her most intimate opening. “Cum” she begged me “Please come.”
I came deep in her body so she could feel the warmth of my seed as it flooded into her womb, as my pleasure subsided I relaxed gently collapsing onto her panting and contented torso. We lay for a while, I then untied her and pulling the cover over us we cuddled close falling into a deep and blissful sleep.
I awoke in the early evening, to find my wonderful nurse gone. My nose though was assailed by the delightful smell of food cooking. I got up and went my room to wash and dress. When I got down stairs Helen said well I hope the patient is cured…
“To bloody right!” I grinned rakishly. “That smells dam good, I’m so hungry I could eat a horse but I’ll settle for bacon and eggs and you for afters”
“That’s fine by me” Helen smiled as she shovelled steaming bacon from the pan onto a plate the size of New South Wales.
Rhonda…
- Part 1
It all started around the seventh month after my girlfriend and I began dating. We had one monstrous weekend of Sex, where my lady and I had done it twelve times in three days. Now I know what you’re thinking. You’re saying to yourself, “It’s impossible for a man to have sex twelve times in one weekend. That’s impossible!” But the fact is it happened. Now I’ll tell you how it happened. Condoms. I have always hated using them and the reason is that they take almost all the sensation out of my penis. So by using them, I got hard and then screwed for about twenty to thirty minutes, and still could not achieve an orgasm. So I had sex with my lady twelve times in one weekend as earlier mentioned, but out of those twelve times I only came about four or five times. Needless to say my lady had a little more than five orgasms that weekend. She said she had never experienced a “multiple orgasm” until she had met me, and while there was a chance she was lying to make me feel macho I preferred to trust what she was saying. So if the weekend was counted by how many times I orgasmed, then we only did it five times. Yet if you were counting by her amount of orgasms, we did it twelve times in one weekend. While it was the best weekend of my life, it was a moment that would be my infamous downfall…
One weekend, my lady went home to visit her friends and family for the mid-term break. Since my home was out of the province and too expensive to travel, I had decided to stay behind and catch up on some studies. I was alone in my apartment that weekend cause my roommate had also gone home for the break, so I was well on my way to finally getting caught up with my studies when there was a knock at my door. I paused for a moment and thought to myself, “Who the hell could that be?” Huffing myself away from my studies, I placed by glasses down and walked over to the door of my basement apartment to see who was disrupting my studies. When I opened the door, there was a slender and very attractive looking woman, with long red hair and fantastic blue eyes.
Her name was Rhonda and she was one of my girlfriend’s buddies that she liked to hang around with at the bars and on Campus. While comparing her with my lady would be like comparing oranges with apples, Rhonda was a fantastic woman all on her own. She was wearing a tight pair of black jeans and a coat since it was very cold outside. Without staring at her too much, I stepped aside and let her come in. She walked by and then took of her coat before tossing it on the couch. Underneath that coat she was wearing a black tank top that clung to her body like it was two sizes too small. Her breasts were magnificent and I could clearly see her nipples poke out and demand to be noticed. I couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing here especially in the selected attire.
“I don’t mean to be Rude, but what brings you by here?” I quietly said as she was looked back at me. Needless to say my attire wasn’t as hot as what she had on. I was dressed in a loose white t-shirt and a loose pair of pajama pants.
“Well Peter,” she said while checking out what I was wearing, “I just came back from hanging out with a few of the girls downtown and I thought I would stop by since I was in the neighborhood. You don’t mind do you?”
“Of course not.” I replied, not trying to look shocked. I knew that there was a chance that she was just returning from drinking downtown with the girls. There was a good chance that she was a little horny and looking for a piece of action. But she seemed to look quite sober, and since it was only eleven at night one shouldn’t just to conclusions, “Nice outfit.” I said to her trying to make conversation.
“Does it turn you on Peter?” She suddenly asked giving me a decent glare.
It was a question that I wasn’t expecting so soon. I paused for a moment, and then finally replied, “It sure does. Who wouldn’t be turned on by that?” I said trying to be a nice guy. The comment had made her blush and she stepped closer to me. I could see a little bit of cleavage as she walked closer, but never looked down that long as I didn’t want to seem rude.
“What would you say if I wanted to get a piece of action, from the man who can do it twelve times in one weekend?” Rhonda asked as she slowly licked her lips.
Now I knew what was going on. My girlfriend had gone back to the group and told her friends every little juicy detail. While I wasn’t really in the mood to get into too many of the details about that weekend, it was clear that she was impressed and wanted a piece of what I had to offer. She walked closer to the point where her breasts were started to brush up against my chest. I paused for a moment and enjoyed the sensation and then said, “Are you sure you want to be doing this?”
“Oh I am very sure.” Rhonda said as she cracked a smile, “I won’t tell anyone about this if you promise to do the same.” Just as she finished saying that, Rhonda leaned forward and our lips touched. It was an awesome sensation cause I will confess that I did sometimes fantasize about having this woman, but never thought that it might happen. Our lips pressed for a few seconds, and then I could feel her mouth open as she slipped me her tongue and we started to French kiss right there in the middle of my living room. As few seconds later, I was into it as well as my tongue returned the favor and our hands began to caress our bodies as we embraced deeper. I could feel her hands caress my back and even though I knew that it was wrong, I wanted her bad. I slipped my hand underneath her tank top and realized that Rhonda was not wearing a bra. She was more than eager to help as she slipped of her top and let me gaze at what were her very awesome breasts. I had caressed them for a moment and then began to lick her nipples very gently as she gave a little whimper that gave me the impression that she liked it when I did that. Then we kissed again. She had removed my shirt by this time and her breasts were rubbing up against my chest and that was making me rock hard. After we kissed very passionately for the second time, she looked me in the eyes and said, “I wanna screw you so bad Peter. Do you want to make love to me?”
I paused for a moment and then pondered what I was getting myself into. She was a very hot woman and someone that I would die to have sex with. But then again she was a friend of my girlfriend, and it would almost be like betraying her in a way. I thought about it again for a few moments and said, “Yes, I want you bad Rhonda…” right after I had said that, she deeply embraced me again. We played tongue hockey for about a full minute before I finally got her to lay down right there on the living room floor. I again went on the attack and started to caress her big and very beautiful breasts with my tongue, flicking them off her very erect nipples. She then moaned with great pleasure as myself and my tongue started to work our way down. …to be contd
Rhonda…
- Epilogue
Slowly I began to lick her belly and Rhonda even laughed when I licked her belly button. As I slowly made my way down to her pelvis, I was already unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them off her hips. She was eager to get them off as she wiggled to help me get them off her gorgeous body. From there her underwear was no trouble, and as I pulled them down I say the most awesome sight I never though I would see. Rhonda had a small but very nice patch of red hair that made it a snatch that I was eager to get into. As I was pulling her panties past her knees, she moaned with delight as my tongue started to play with the lip of her vagina. I had always wanted to make out with a redhead, and took full advantage of the moment as I dipped my head in and went all out. Rhonda was moaning in full delight as my tongue penetrated her and slowly gave her sensations that would make any
woman want to sell her soul away. I could feel her hands slowly caress my hair as I never let off and continued to give her oral pleasure, eagerly wanting to make her orgasm. I could feel hear back arch as she started to buck her hips with excitement. I could also tell that Rhonda was a screamer, as she never hesitated to groan out in pleasure as she has what seemed like a really good orgasm.
I could tell that she enjoyed that little bit of foreplay as she was already sweating and huffing from what was good oral pleasure. I leaned over her and kissed her again, and she rolled over on top of me. She paused for a moment and then smiled, “My turn.” she said quietly as she then started to move down towards my pelvic area. She slowly untied the lace on my pajamas, and was surprised to see that I was not wearing any underwear. To explain, usually when it’s just me alone at the apartment I prefer to go “commando” as it relaxes me and helps me study. (Yet I only do that with the roommate is not around…. Ok?)
She was delighted to say the least, and all I could see was her gorgeous red hair as she started to bob her head up ad down over my groin area. I couldn’t help but give out a tiny moan as I felt her lips slowly engulf my penis as Rhonda took it all into her mouth. Over the next ten minutes, I would say that I was given some of the best head of my life. She was awesome, and I was surprised that I had not orgasmed. Still she had crawled back on top of me and there we were. Two naked and very sweaty bodies, both yearning for each other and wanting to go all the way. I could tell by the position that she was in that she wanted to start on top, so I gave no argument. She slowly straddled my now rock hard cock and I loved to sensation as I could feel her very wet lips wrap around my hard shaft and swallow up my cock. I couldn’t believe I was doing this but it was really happening. About five minutes into it, Rhonda began to moan again. I clearly could tell that she was coming again, as I could feel her wetness as her juices started to dampen my pubic area. This time she moans and wailed out even more, calling out my name and everything.
After she had her second orgasm, I asked if we could change positions. She agreed and we then proceeded to do it doggie style. Clearly my favorite position, cause in all honestly I don’t have what one would call a very “Massive” penis. So through this position, you can achieve greater penetration and help her along while also pleasing one’s self, cause this position stimulates the penis more. Once in that position, I could clearly tell that we were going to have a great finish. She was panting and moaning up another storm, I too was started to make sounds I as too was getting close to my climax. We both started to moan and groan together as suddenly we both began to orgasm at the same time. It was simply awesome. We both came and I could feel myself shoot an awesome load right into her, and I loved every minute of it. Once we were finished, we both laid down on the floor beside on another and held each other. We spent the next twenty minutes kissing quite passionately, and telling each other what a great time we had. (again, I don’t know if she was lying… but let’s just trust her… ok?)
A few hours later, Rhonda and I did it again. This time it was in the shower. Both of us had tried to clean up, but we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We both again managed to peak to another great climax, and I am sure that this night we were keeping the neighbors up with all our moans and groans. After making out for a second time, Rhonda and I finally had separate showers and cleaned ourselves up. Rhonda was thinking about going home, but later we had decided that she should stay over so that no one would suspect anything if they saw her leaving at such a late hour of the night. I offered her the bed, and said that I was willing to take the couch but Rhonda us to go to bed together cause she wanted to sleep in my arms. I pondered the idea and came to the conclusion that since I had gone this far it was not an outrageous demand. We both went to bed with not a stitch of clothing on and slept in each other arms. It was the perfect ending to what was an amazing night. I thought that I had gotten away with the perfect crime, and that no one would know what had happened. Little did we know that someone had been watching from a distance..
A Lazy Sunday
- Part 1
It was another lazy Sunday morning. We had both woken up earlier, cuddled close, and then fell into a dreamy sleep. When I awoke again, I was spooning her, my hand on her breast, my growing cock wedged firmly against her ass.
Now that the kids had grown and moved out, this kind of lazy weekend lovemaking had become something of a ritual. As I pulled her closer, I reminded myself just how lucky we were. Many married couples lost their passion after only a few short years of marriage, yet after 22 years we were still going strong.
I lay there next to her, my hand softly caressing her breast in an effort to awaken her. I slid my hand across her stomach, down to her freshly shaven cunt. I cupped her mound in my hand, and slowly slid my finger in to her damp pussy. She was awakening now, and a gasp escaped her lips as her eyes slowly opened. She smiled and pushed back against me and moaned.
She turned to face me, and kissed me hard. Her tongue entered my mouth and now I was the one who was moaning. She rolled over on top of me and continued the wet sexy kiss. She pulled away and smiled. “Good morning handsome” she said. I kissed her and grabbed her ass playfully. Suddenly she got a rather concerned look on her face.
“Dave, I need to talk to you about something, and…well… now seems like as good a time as any”.
Now, after being married all this time, I think I know when my wife is trying to tell me something important. And anytime she says “I need to talk to you”, it usually has negative connotations. I could feel my manhood begin to lose it’s enthusiasm as a result. I swallowed hard and said “go on…”
She kissed me again, this time while opening her legs a little. I could feel her wetness on my wilting cock, which reversed the trend immediately.
“You know I love you right Dave? And I think the sex we have is absolutely wonderful.” At this point she kissed me again, this time with a whole lot of tongue. I grabbed her ass and reached one finger around to stroke her slit. She was going to have to make her point quick, as I was quickly losing any ability to concentrate on anything other than slipping my cock into her.
She broke the kiss, and said, “I’ve been thinking. And I want to try something that we have never tried before”. In the state I was in, I would have agreed to attempting sex with an uncooperative tiger in a phone booth. All I could do was nod and mumble something that sounded vaguely like “uh huh”.
“I have always been curious about eating another woman”.
I think I gasped - I am not sure. The shock was complete and total. She was far from being a prude, we had tired lots of stuff from oral to anal to toys, but the suggestion of her wanting to make love to another woman was totally unsuspected. And hot.
Then, as any self-respecting male would, I panicked. What if she was telling me she was gay? Wait – that couldn’t be it, she was laying on me naked, wet, and…did I mention she was wet?
She watched the expressions on my face as I did the mental exercises necessary to come to terms with her statement. She began to laugh. I smiled, and then started to laugh myself.
“You serious?” I asked.
“Yep” she said.
“And I could be there?”
“You would have to be there, or I wouldn’t try it!” She was laughing again.
I paused for a minute, then kissed her hard. This was too good to be true. If this was a lazy Sunday morning dream, I hoped I would never wake up. I rolled her over, slid into her, and we fucked hard and fast. God she felt good. She always did. I fell back asleep wondering what it was going to be like….
The 20-minute ride back to our apartment was filled with a sexual tension and excitement that I had never experienced before. Both Jan and Sophia had climbed into the back seat. I was driving while trying to keep track of the action in the back using the rear view mirror – not the safest approach to driving by any means.
They were sitting close together, smiling at me provocatively. I was trying to drive, watch them, and figure out how all this came about at the same time when Sophia spoke up.
“So did we surprise you?” she said through a mischievous smile. “Oh yah – just a bit” I replied. Both of them laughed at my obvious understatement.
Sophia continued as she played with Jan’s hair. “We had this planned for weeks you know, but we were just waiting for the right time.” I realized at that point that the planning for this whole evening was probably done during the Friday evenings when Jan and I had agreed to meet at Romeo’s after work. Often I would arrive late only to find Jan sitting in our favorite booth chatting with Sophia before her shift started. They always seemed to be enjoying each other’s company, but that was a far cry from getting naked together.
Jan’s voice broke my chain of thought. “Some of those evenings when you were late meeting me, Sophia and I would just sit and talk. One night, she asked me about how our sex life was, seeing as we had been married so long. I told her it was great, but that I wanted to try something a little different…and she asked what that might be. I was too embarrassed to tell her that I wanted to have sex with another woman, but she persisted, and I had downed a few glasses of wine, so I told her about my desire to taste another woman. I must have turned bright red after I told her, I was so embarrassed”. Both Jan and Sophia were smiling broadly now, inching a little closer to each other. Sophia picked up the story. “I was surprised, but told her a little secret of my own – I told her that I was gay, and in fact had been in a relationship with another woman for several years now.” I noticed Sophia’s hand had now disappeared up into the slit in the side of Jan’s dress, and that Jan’s legs were spread a little wider than before. Jan gasped, and in my haste to see more, I just about piled into the back of a delivery truck….to be contd
A Lazy Sunday
- The Finale
“I asked her what it was like, being with another woman” Jan said. “And she told me how wonderful it could be, and…” Jan’s voice grew faint as Sophia’s hand started to move under her skirt. She caught her breath and continued. “..and she got me so hot listening to her, that I asked her if she would show me…I mean show us…” Her breathing now was getting a little faster, her voice higher pitched. “And she agreed to show me what it was like while you watched”. It was obvious now that Sophia was fingering Jan’s tight cunt through those crotchless panties that I had been encountering just minutes before.
I don’t remember much of the ride home, at least not what it looked like through the windshield anyway. Somehow I managed to negotiate the rest of the drive home without bending any sheet metal. I pulled into our parking space in the garage. Before we all piled out of the car, my conscience decided it needed to be appeased. It’s hell to have a dick and a conscience; the two often are at odds.
“Sophia,” I stammered, “what about your significant other? I mean, will she…does she know about this?” I had this vision of a pissed off and extremely jealous female wrestler-type beating the crap out of me in a dark alley some night. So maybe it wasn’t my conscience asking, maybe it was fear – but it seemed like a good question to ask at the time.
Sophia looked at me in the rear view mirror, smiled, and said, “Well Jan, you are right…he is a rare man indeed. Most guys would have gone through with this and worried about the consequences later.” Wow, I was scoring big points. “I appreciate your asking, but Tanya and I discussed this, and she just said to have a good time”. I was tempted to ask for a permission slip with Tanya’s notarized signature on it, but my conscience was satisfied enough to let my dick take over. “Good enough for me!” I said.
The three of us got out of the car, the girls holding hands and running toward the elevator. I could barely keep up, seeing as I was having some difficulty walking what with a rather large erection hampering my progress. I followed them into the elevator, the door closed, and the next thing I knew they were locked in a hot and wet French kiss in one corner of the elevator. Jan’s hand rose to Sophia’s breast as I stood mesmerized in the opposite corner of the elevator. Jan’s eyes made contact with mine, and she broke the kiss and said “one of us probably should press the button for our floor”. We all laughed as I selected the third floor, and the elevator headed up.
We made it into the apartment, where I excused myself to make some drinks. Jan surprised me by following me into the kitchen. “Honey, I want you to know something. I love you, and while I really want to have sex with Sophia, nobody will ever ever replace you – you know that don’t you?” I answered “Yes hun, I know, and you are the greatest wife a man could have, and…” I became at a loss for words, so I just looked at her smiled, hugged her close, and kissed her with all the love and passion in my heart.
We went out into the living room where Sophia sat seductively on the couch. I noticed that her blouse was unbuttoned now, down nearly to her navel, and my heart skipped a beat or two. Jan sat on the couch next to her, and I sat in the recliner opposite them.
Sophia is younger than we are, probably in her late twenties. Like Jan, she has deep brown beautiful eyes and olive skin, but the similarities end there. While Jan’s figure is more full and curvaceous, Sophia is slight, with more of girlish figure. Her light brown hair is cut short, and her breasts are a perfect hand full with erect nipples that were showing through her beige silk blouse. Her legs were long, and slender, and although I have never considered myself a real leg man, I was captivated by the gracefulness of her legs. She was wearing a plain black skirt that ended well above her knees, and a simple strand of small white pearls graced her voluptuous neck.
It was like I was seeing Sophia for the very first time, and she was beautiful.
As I stared at Sophia, she moved toward Jan and set her drink on the coffee table. She reached for the buttons on Jan’s blouse, and started unbuttoning from the top down. Her movements were slow and sensual, and she didn’t say a word.
As she continued to work the buttons on Jan’s blouse, Jan reached one hand inside Sophia’s blouse and gently stroked her breast, teasing her nipple softly, and then pulling on it with her thumb and fore finger. Both of them were getting hotter by the second, and I was not far behind. I wanted to free my aching cock from my pants, but waited not wanting to distract either of them.
Sophia now bent her head down, un-tucked Jan’s blouse from that sexy green skirt, and quickly sucked an erect nipple into her mouth. Jan moaned, and so did I. My cock demanded freedom, and I unzipped my fly and gave my cock a few strokes. I need not have worried about distracting them; neither of them gave me a glance.
Jan grabbed the back of Sophia’s neck and pulled her hard against her breast. Sophia responded by sucking harder, making slurping sounds as she worked first one of Jan’s nipples, then the other. Jan now dropped both her hands to Sophia’s breasts, and roughly pulled her long nipples as Sophia continued to devour Jan’s tits.
Sophia then sat up, stood, removed her blouse, then stepped out of her skirt. She hadn’t been wearing any panties, and now she was only wearing her black spiked heels and those pearls. Jan and I both gasped as we stared at her beautiful body. Sophia’s pussy was shaved clean, like Jan’s, and as she stood with her legs spread slightly, you could see that her pussy lips were swollen and wet.
Sophia then silently coaxed Jan to stand. Jan did so almost as if in a trance, pulling off her own skirt and those wet crotchless panties. They stood there smiling at each other, naked. Then they looked at me and smiled, giggling. Without saying a word, they held each other close and kissed, sliding down to sit on the couch again.
They started French kissing slowly, then faster as their passion grew. Sophia slid one thigh between Jan’s, and Jan rubbed her wet pussy on Sophia’ leg and moaned. Sophia’s hand slid down Jan’s stomach to her wet pussy, and she quickly slid her middle finger in to the hilt. Jan moaned through their kiss, and whimpered.
Sophia then kissed her way down to Jan’s navel. As she knelt on the floor in front of Jan, I kicked the coffee table out of the way so I could get a better view.
Sophia kissed Jan’s swollen cunt lips, then dove in with a passion. I stood for an even better look, stepping out of my pants, and pulling quickly on my hard cock. Sophia’s tongue worked Jan’s clit faster and faster, and I could tell Jan was close to cumming – so was I. Sophia’s hand was working feverishly between her own legs, and she was moaning while she ate my sexy wife.
Jan’s climax began to build, and soon her hips were bucking wildly. “I want to eat you – god yes – I want to suck your pussy till you cum Sophia…harder suck it harder!” Jan came in waves that caused her body to shake, and then she came again, screaming. “Fuck…yes fuck…ohhhhh…..”.
As Jan’s orgasm subsided, Sophia climbed up on the couch, put one leg on either side of Jan’s still shaking body, and presented her bare cunt to Jan. “Eat me. Give me what I gave you, and do it now!” Sophia grabbed Jan’s head and pushed it against her snatch. “Suck it now. Hard!” I was startled at Sophia’s aggressiveness, but Jan started to lick, then suck, then bite softly at Sophia’s clit. “Ohhhh bitch!” Sophia screamed. “You like my hot snatch, don’t you, tell me you like it!’ “Yes!” Jan replied I love your snatch!” I was going to blow my load any second, and as I prepared for the cum of my life, Sophia’s hips began to buck wildly. I moved behind the couch, and from my vantage point I could see that Jan was sticking her tongue into Sophia’s pussy, then circling her clit, then sucking it hard. “Fuck….oh…oh…FUCK!!!” Sophia started to cum, and as she did I began stroking my cock faster and faster. Sophia was grinding her hips into Jan’s face, and Jan was moaning and grabbing Sophia’s ass as she tongued her. I started to cum as Sophia screamed and shook, her hands buried in Jan’s soft hair. I pumped my cock hard, and began to squirt my cum into Jan’s hair. I couldn’t believe how hard or how much I was cumming.
As Sophia’s orgasm slipped away, she slid down Jan’s body and she ended up sitting in Jan’s lap facing her. She gave Jan a wet kiss and sighed while fingering her own nipples.
They held each other, breathless, and the sight coupled with the intensity of my orgasm made my knees grow weak. I stumbled back to the recliner to admire the beautiful sight before me. They kissed for a few minutes, tasting each other’s juices. Sophia quickly rose, kissed Jan again deeply, then started to put on her clothes. I sat there numb with a stupid grin on my face. My cock was still twitching. Sophia finished dressing and turned for the door. She stopped for a minute and looked at Jan. “Thanks for letting me be your first!” she said. Jan just looked at her and smiled. “And, if you ever want to try it again, you know where you can find me.” With that she was gone.
I stood and walked over to Jan as she sat on the couch exhausted. I sat next to her, and asked her if she was ok. She smiled and turned toward me and kissed me softly. “Yes, I am fine thank you.” she said. I laughed and told her that it should be me thanking her, and she laughed and kissed me again.
We made love passionately two more times that evening. The taste of Sophia on my wife’s lips was erotic beyond belief. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, tired and spent. I dreamt many slow, sexy dreams about lazy Sundays with two women in my bed, and my beautiful wife and Sophia starred in every one of them.
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The Hot Sex Fantasy cums true
- Part 1
I always had a hot sex fantasy about a girl called Lauren that was a teacher assistant in one of my classes when I was younger and in College. I would quite often stroke my cock to explosion just thinking about filling up Lauren’s soft pussy.
She was a few years older then me, and we were on different carrer paths, and outside of class I had never seen her once. So my chances of getting her were rather slim. She was a real knockout though; 5'6", 125 pounds maybe, tanned skin, light brown hair with highlights, nice curves, and probably at least a big C cup. Her tits were the first thing you noticed about her. She always whore tight shirts that took form around her perfect breast. They were very perky and made you want to run up and start licking them until she moaned in orgasmic pleasure.
The Spring semester let out that year and she had graduated, so pretty much my chances of seeing her again were pretty slim. That summer my freinds and I were going on a trip to Jamaica; so to make sure I did not bake down there from the unforgiving sun I decided to get a base tan on my skin seeing I didnt have one because summer had just started and I lived in a Northern State.
One blistering hot afternoon I made a trip over to a tanning place in town about a mile from my apartment. On the way over all I could think about was what a fool I was going to make of myself going tanning in 90 degree weather and how nobody else was going to be there, but I was leaving in a week so I had to get started. As I began to approach the doors I couldn’t wait for the air condition from the store to cool my overheating body. I got about a foot into the door and realized that it was about as cool inside the store as it was outside. I walked up to the front counter to get a tanning bed, and out of no where my eyes met no other then Lauren the girl from school working in the front. “Hi, I’m Lauren.” She said to me “Have you been here before.” I stood there caught of gaurd from seeing her. “No.” I told her “Ok I’m going to need you to fill this out for me. She handed me a form to complete in order to tan. I was filling it out and I could not help myself from glancing up from the piece of paper and check Lauren out. She was wearing a tight black shirt. The sleeves on it were just a little below her shoulders; the center of it was spilt down about 6 inches down. The shirt was a thicker material so she wasn’t wearing a bra with it. The jean shorts she was wearing were slightly frayed at the bottom, and her ass wasn’t hanging out but they were very short. Her long tan legs were enough to make you submit to her. Lastly she was wearing a pair of black flip flops. Looking at her I began to get a hard on.
As I was filling out the form I began to get a little hot, and I used my writing hand to wipe the sweat away. As I did it she looked up from her magazine, “I’m sorry it’s so hot in here, were closing in 15 minutes and I went ahead and turned the AC of for the day.” I give her a nod and went back to the form. I finished filling the form out, and handed it to her. She began to put the info into the computer. As she moved around I tryed to look down the front of her shirt. She moved to the left a bit, and I got a nice look at her left breast almost down to her nipple. I could feel my cock in my pants swell even bigger and bigger every second I continued to look at her beautiful tits. She leaned forward a bit then and started to say something to me. “Ok, you’re going to need to…” I couldn’t stop myself from looking down the front of her shirt as she began to talk. Everything she was saying to me I completely ignored, not purposely, but the sight of her fantastic tits just knocked me out. I could feel the heat coming from my cock as it was rock hard now pressing right against my stomach. She had finished talking, and handed me a packed of lotion. “ Are you ok with everything.” She asked me, “Ya, I got everything.” “Ok, I’m gonna go ahead and finishes closing while your tanning.” “Alright.” I said to her. I moved around the desk kinda of aquarelle trying to make sure she didn’t see my hard on.
I walked down to the end tanning booth, and walked in and closed the door. I immediately dropped my pants and let my big dick loose. I took a look at it ; big purple head, with big low hanging balls. I had always taken pride in it, and that’s why I trimmed the pubic hairs twice a week and completely shaved my balls. I could just not get this hard on to go away without stroking it. I took a look at the tanning lotion Lauren had given me. I figured there should be an enough left for me for tanning if I use a little to lube my cock. I finished taking my clothes of, and set down in the chair next to the tanning bed. A squirt a little of the lotion into my left hand, and a little on my right hand and set it down. ..to be contd
The Hot Sex Fantasy cums true
- Epilogue
I started stroking my rock hard cock up and down taking extra time to focus on my swollen cock head. I took my other hand and started rubbing my nipples back and forth getting them hard. I sat there and stroked thinking (like several times before) about having Lauren suck my cock. The ideas that she was in the same area as me made it even more erotica and hot. As I sat there for no more then 30 seconds sense I lubed up, almost ready to explode, out no where the door to the tanning room opens. Lauren walks in with a handful of towels. We made QUICK eye contact, and she dropped the towels. She immediately knew what I was doing. I sat there with a huge hard on and tanning lotion dripping of my swollen cock and just looking at her. While I was staring down the front of her shirt I must have missed what room she TOLD me to go into, and that I was not suppose to just pick one.
I couldn’t say anything to her. It felt as if my heart was ready to explode in my chest it was racing so fast. Lauren eyes were fixed up my cock. “Wow” she said with a gasp of air. She shot a smile at me, and quickly turned around to close the door. She walked up to me and got on her knees between mine, and about 3 inches from my cock. “You know Chris I always saw you looking at me at class. I always thought you were sexy, but was afraid to talk to you.”
Lauren smiled at me, and then started giving me a hang job. She squirted some more tanning lotion in her hand and started working my cock hard up and down. With her free hand she played with my balls. “I love balls with no hair at all.” I could feel myself ready to explode right then and there, but knew that I had to make this one last. “O god your good Lauren.” She kept working my cock hard, pausing for a long stroke on my head. The Lotion began to drip onto her tits.
“Put it in your mouth” I told her with hardly any breath. She took her hand away from it, and put her lips around the head of my cock. She put just the head in her mouth and started licking it very fast. She began to work her mouth down the shaft of it moving her tongue around. She kept taking it in her mouth until she could not fit anymore. I started moving her hair around for her, and set my hand on the back of her head. She grabbed the bottom of the chair I was in, and started bobbing her head up and down slowly on my shaft. She began to work up speed, and started up and down on it in rapid up and down strokes. She looked up at me, and saw how much pleasure I was in.
Lauren took her mouth of it “God your cock is big.” She stood up and front of me and unzipped her pants and let them fall to the floor. Her tanned legs were so hot I remember. She had on a red g-string that left only a little to imagine. “Take your shirt of Lauren, let those tits go.” I told her in demand. She graved the bottom of her shirt and took it of slowly and finally let her fantastic tits free. They were perfect with big nipples at the ends. Lauren reached down and took her g-string of to show me her pussy. She had a very thin patch of black pussy hair leading down to her cunt. “Please suck on my tits” She came over to me and sat down on my lap with her massive tits facing me. I put my mouth around her nipples and started sucking and locking them. I could feel them getting hard in my mouth.
I took my lips from her nipples, and switched position with her. She spread her legs wide, with one against the tanning bed and the other against the wall. I got on my knees, and started licking the inside of her legs where her pussy came in. I went up and down in long strokes fast and slowly. I took my lips away and pushed a finger into her hot hole and started fucking her with it. I worked another finer in and kept fingering her fast. I took my fingers of and licked the pussy juice of. I started at her pussy again. Licking up all the juices I could. I moved up to her clit, and started licking around it slowly. “O god that feels good.” Lauren moaned out to me. I then started licking her clit slowly and then picking up speed. I put my 2 fingers back into her and started fingering her again fast. “I’m gonna cum.” Lauren let out a loud moan and then a powerful orgasm went through her body.
Lauren began to moan louder and louder. I could feel her pussy juice dripping down my chin. “I can’t wait any longer; stick your big dick in me.” She stood up quickly, and I graved her hips and put her against the tanning bed. I drove my rock hard cock right into her soft, hot, wet pussy. “O god yes. Keep fucking me hard Chris.” I drove my dick in and out of her as she was bent over holding onto the bed in the doggystyle position. My crotch was slapping her ass as I drove into her harder and harder. “O god I’m gonna cum again.” Lauren screamed out. I kept driving my dick in and out of her as orgasmic waves of pleasure went throughout her body. Her pussy began to get wetter and wetter, until I could not stand it anymore. I took my dick out of her and turned her around. She got on her knee’s again as I exploded a huge load all over her face. Wads and wads of hot white cum was coming flying out of my cock head covering her hot lips all over. She swallowed all of it and licked around her face. She put my cock back into her mouth to get the last drips of it. She cleaned her self up, then stood up, and pressed her hot body against mine and we shared a long passionate kiss.
Both of us got dressed, and I helped her close up. She gave me a ride back, and then gave me her phone number and asked for me to call her whenever I feel like hooking up again.
A Fishing Trip in the Rockies
- Part 1
I have always enjoyed hiking, camping, hunting and fishing – with others or on my own. That’s why I happened to be camping alone one summer day a few years ago at a secluded site on the northwest edge of Colorado’s Rocky Mountain National Park. In fact, I was taking advantage of the remoteness of the area since fishermen rarely hiked in to the high valley. The valley’s pristine mountain creek was strung with beaver ponds that were teeming with unwary brook trout.
For two days I didn’t see another soul and I was almost bored with catching and releasing fish after fish. The afternoon of the second day I was casting lazily in a pool about a mile upstream from my camp when I was startled by the appearance of a girl in hiking clothes on the opposite bank. Making her way closer through the thick willows, the girl called to me in accented English.
“My friend is injured! Can you come and help us?”
I left my fishing gear in a pile and found a place to cross the stream. The young woman met me and, with brief thanks, began leading me upstream alongside the creek. I was soon thankful I was in good shape because
she set a grueling pace. We marched for a steep, rocky mile, pausing only once to introduce ourselves and gulp water from my canteen.
My companion was Dagmar “from West Germany” and she briefly related that she was backpacking with two friends and one had badly injured an ankle. Meanwhile, I couldn’t help noticing that Dagmar was about 5'6", with a pretty oval face. She also had thick, wavy brunette hair falling to her shoulders, well-muscled legs and, under her shorts, one of the shapeliest butts I’d ever seen. Finally we arrived at a spot near the tree line where her friends, two German girls, were waiting. They were Erma, a tall and thin pale blonde with a serious look and a badly sprained ankle, and Angela, a short, black-haired cherub with an olive complexion and full, pouty lips.
On examining Erma’s ankle, my EMT training told me she needed care but not hospitalization. I wrapped it, but knew Erma needed a couple of days of rest with the ankle iced and elevated. My campsite was the nearest spot with good protection from the powerful mountain thunderstorms, so we headed there. It was downhill all the way, but carrying Erma’s pack while helping her made it killing work. The path was narrow, uneven and so steep in spots that we had to pass Erma from hand to hand. We were all exhausted and dripping sweat by the time we reached my camp. Luckily, I had some codeine in my first aid kit because Erma was in considerable pain. I pitched their tent while Angie and Dagmar made Erma comfortable and moved her inside. Soon she was dozing in a sleeping bag with her leg propped on a pack. My muscles ached, I was sticky with sweat and my clothes were dirty and clammy. The girls were in no better shape. I told them I was going for a bath in the stream even though it was icy cold. In a minute, they eagerly decided to join me and we headed for the stream loaded with towels and fresh clothes. Once there, Dagmar and Angie surprised me by quickly whipping off their hiking boots, sweaters, shorts and underwear. Since they weren’t inhibited by my presence
I followed suit and soon the three of us were wading gingerly into the waist-deep stream of crystal-clear Rocky Mountain ice water. Let me assure you I had no fear of getting an erection even though both girls looked good enough to eat. Dagmar had creamy, pale skin contrasted by a very abundant, curly patch of dark brown hair between her legs. She also had a small brown clump of hair under each arm and dark hair on her lower legs. Her gently swaying breasts were C-cup sized with prominent nipples surrounded by dark-colored areolae the size of 50-cent pieces. Her tits pointed slightly outward. I agined her hidden pussy lips pursing against the icy water as I watched her areolae contract and grow almost purple with cold. I ached to run my hand over
the goose bumps covering her beautifully rounded ass.
Angie’s fine olive skin was also covered with goose bumps, but the hair between her legs was finer and straighter than Dagmar’s, and glossy black. Naked, I could see that her thighs and buttocks were thick and muscular without a trace of excess fat. Her waist was slender by contrast, while her chest and shoulders matched her athletic legs. Her wonderful, D-cup breasts hung down slightly under their own weight and and quivered prettily when she took a step on the rocky streambed. Angie’s nipples were about the same
size as Dagmar’s, but her dark chocolate-colored areolae were more than twice as big, even while shrunken with cold. Despite the effects of the bitterly cold water, my libido raged inside me at the sight of these two
beauties hurriedly soaping and washing themselves. Was there some reason they seemed to pay special attention to their pussies and asses, or were they just being fastidious after days of hiking and camping? I couldn’t tell in the brief glances I allowed myself. But I clearly saw Angie spread her legs wide to give her soapy fingers access to her hidden asshole, and Dagmar
used both hands for a long time on her thickly covered pussy. The girls seemed to glance at my body naturally as we passed the soap and shampoo, without showing any carnal interest. Certainly there was little to see as
my cock and balls had shrunk almost to invisibility. Finished with our icewater bath, the three of us hurriedly left the stream, toweled off and pulled on
fresh clothes. We were shivering as we trotted up the path to camp and my hands shook so much I had a hard time putting a match to the fire I’d laid. Finally the fire, several cups of hot tea and a simple meal helped us stop quaking inside our sweaters and jackets. Dagmar woke a groggy Erma and gave her two cups of strong, sugary tea.
After the dishes were washed I suffered a couple of hours of torturous restraint. I wanted both of these young beauties, but hard as I looked I saw no sign that either had any special interest in me. Our talk around the campfire was friendly, but somewhat limited by the language barrier. Dagmar, a school teacher, spoke good English, while Angie, an office worker, spoke only a few phrases and understood a few more. Still, our conversation was lively. The three girls, in their 20s, had been traveling in the States for nearly six months, making their way gradually from the East Coast to the West. They had loved most of what they saw although some things clearly baffled them. Dagmar noted critically that American men seemed to be interested mainly in drinking, sex, rock music and cars with no thought for art, politics or ideas. Before I could mount a defense, Angie laughingly said that most young German men were the same.
Then it was time for bed and I reluctantly zipped myself into my small tent alone. For a while I heard the girls talking as they rearranged things in their
tent. I briefly considered just walking to their tent and asking them to invite me in for the night, but I discarded the idea as impossible. I was on the point
of masturbating when the long, strenuous day caught up with me and I dozed off. Some time later I was awakened by the sound of the zipper as my tent door was quietly opened from the outside. A dark figure appeared in the opening and called my name softly. I answered and she gave me her
hand to guide her inside. It was Dagmar, carrying her pad and sleeping bag.
..to be contd