Faerlyn and Zyaheml
The air was crisp that morning, and Faerlyn pulled her cape closer around her thin frame as she walked to the center of town. Many adventurers passed quickly, a few hailed her in rapid greeting. As the portals grew into focus, she noticed a striking dark-haired man sitting on the steps to the castle. As she drew closer, he glanced up at her, looking directly into her soul with the eyes of the kindred. Faerlyn shuddered slightly but was suddenly enchanted as his severe face broke into a boyish smile. She considered only slightly before she sat down beside him.
“Are you new to this realm?” She asked him, her gaze taking in the velvet cloak, the silver boots and two sharp daggers at his right side.
“I am, but you are not. I know of you. My lady Faerlyn, of the house of Tirek, heir to the fortunes of Tir.” He stood, taking her hand in his. “I am Zyaheml of the Blooded, heir to nothing.” His smile brightened as he swept a graceful bow.
“I am pleased to meet you, and I bid you welcome to our fair city. How come you to know me?” Faerlyn coyly cocked her head and looked at him with curiosity.
“I have been in conference with your father, Tirek for many days. The Kindred would like to form an alliance with the Fae, for mutual benefit. He spoke of your beauty.”
Faerlyn blushed. “My father sees me with blind eyes. There are many who are fearful of the fae and their magic. Are you not afraid I will bewitch you?”
Zyaheml sat back down on the steps. “My lady, you have already cast a spell on me. Might I be so bold as to ask we continue our conversation in a more private place?”
Faerlyn considered only briefly. “I have many admirers. Are you willing to compete for my attention?”
“It will not be a competition, my lady. I will win your heart and your love.” Zyaheml stood, extending his hand. Faerlyn stood nimbly, eschewing his aid, and walked quickly towards the docks. Zyaheml grinned broadly and followed.
The air was stale in the inn as two unlikely acquaintances sat beside the fireplace. Several empty tankards littered the table. The dark haired female had removed her cape, revealing massive blood-red wings that swept the floor. The man with the pale skin had also removed his cloak, draping it casually over the back of his chair. Their heads were together in animated conversation.
“I’m not saying that, I merely alluded to the fact that I have BEEN to Trellor. Your twisted mind came up with the rest.” Faerlyn amicably touched a velvet covered sleeve.
“Ah, but I see it in your eyes. That merriment, that deceit. You are indeed a witch, my lady. A spider. And I, your prey.” Zyaheml gently brushed a finger across her chin, gazing deeply into her dark eyes. “Quite willing, I might add.”
Those eyes, those burning eyes looked deep into her soul, and Faerlyn knew what would come of this meeting. She stood, and taking his hand, she cast a spell. The light seemed to implode upon them brilliantly and then they were gone. Motes of dust lingered around the table, glittering in the firelight.
This room had obviously been created by fae magic, and the effect was breathtaking. Spacious and bright, but lit by magic, as no windows offered an outsider’s view. The walls grew with vines and flowers, and the only furniture was a massive canopy bed opposite the door. The coverlet looked like spun spidersilk, and the bed curtains might have been woven from starlight.
Zyaheml took Faerlyn into his arms without prelude. She melted into his warm body, savoring his touch. She knew of the kindred, their lovemaking was legendary. Her body tensed as his lips touched her neck, but he whispered into her ear, “I will not embrace you. I wish only to make love to you, passionately and repeatedly.” Faerlyn responded by leaning into his grasp, her mouth hungrily searching for his. Their first kiss exploded with passion as they found each other, each trying to draw the other into his soul. Faerlyn broke free and walked to the bed, slowly shedding her clothing as she moved. Zyaheml stood for a moment, gazing at her nakedness, striking in the magical light. He teasingly removed his garments, never breaking eye contact. As he neared the bed, he gathered her into his arms, aggressively planting kisses along her shoulders, her arms, her breasts. She leaned back across the bed, and he followed, draping his body over hers. He grasped her hands and held them above her head, ravaging her ample breasts with tongue and teeth. She writhed under his touch, much to his pleasure. Releasing her hands, he waited no longer. He pushed her legs apart and curled himself between them with his face inches from her lower lips. Taking a deep breath he lowered himself to her, inhaling her scent with rapture. His tongue made tentative teasing movements, and he delighted in watching her move her hips closer to his mouth. In a sudden motion he buried his mouth in her, his tongue and teeth working together to drive her to the brink of orgasm.
As he felt her breath quicken, he withdrew, and moved again to her neck and face. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to her. In a swift movement he plunged himself into her, smiling as she gasped and buried her face in his neck. Their movements melded together as they moved, each trying to climb inside the other. They could each feel the other’s impending orgasm, and both fought furiously to achieve release. In a breathtaking blaze of emotion, both spiraling up towards heaven then crashing down, mutual release. Sweaty bodies tangled together, she planted soft kisses on his lips. Waves of sleep washed over them, and they held each other tightly.
The End
Wildlife, Wild Wife
I earned this vacation.
It had been over a year since my divorce, and since that time I had turned from being a bitter man to one who was truly enjoying life again. The change in jobs plus the unexpected single life had helped transform me, and so, while tasting a local brew, looking out over the Pacific Ocean, I told myself that I earned every second of this vacation. Another fringe benefit of my new bachelorhood was that I found the time to exercise - and was, at 42, in the best shape I’d ever been in my entire life.
I chose Costa Rica, but not the areas which were the playgrounds of the rich, or lazy. I chose an area at the very end of the road, with very few amenities. 1 restaraunt/bar (Tico’s) served the small town, and the only lodgings were tiny houses nestled even farther off the beaten path which were only accessible by foot. One had to leave their car at Tico’s and walk a few hundred yards to get to their jungle seaside abodes.
I sat in the open air veranda, surrounded by only a few others like myself, some were locals, others were just looking to decompress. The book in my hands was by no means heavy reading, ‘The Wildlife of Costa Rica’. The few ‘real’ books that I brought along I saved for the plane trips back home. Here, I just wanted to soak in all that I could - incuding the local food, fauna, and drink, the latter of which I was savoring greatly.
A couple came in and sat at the table next to mine. He seemed to be about my age (42), she was definitely younger, perhaps in her early or mid thirties. Rather than sitting facing each other she sat facing to the outside - with him to her right. My back was to their table, but I could hear their conversation well enough. At one point I heard her tell him:
“Stephan, that’s the bird we saw before!”
I looked outside to see it, but with it being night I was a bit confused, until I heard her say:
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be reading over your shoulder, but I saw that picture, and recognized that bird.”
I looked over to her, and saw her smiling eyes, and smiled back. Her face was framed in hair that had been curled by the humidity, and tousled by the ocean winds. She was about 5'4" tall, and a physique which was both fit, and wonderfully curvy at the same time.
“This is a mecca for all sorts of wildlife.” I said. “My name is Liam, did you both just arrive here?”
She told me they had, and that her name was Suzanne, her husband’s Stephan. They were only in this part of Costa Rica for a day and a half before moving on to other regions. I turned my chair and joined the two of them at their request. Having been alone for the last 5 days here it was a welcome change from my solitude.
When the waiter came by I ordered a round of drinks for all 3 of us. Suzanne simply exuded life. Her eyes were full of energy and smiles, her body moved as if she were going to break into dance at any moment, and even the whispy sundress she was wearing was full of colors. As she leaned forwards to talk and sip her drink I found myself working hard to not get caught looking at her lithe body.
Stephan, on the other hand, seemed like he would be far more at home at one of those luxury spas up the coast, where everything was groomed and efficient, and the local ‘flavor’ was sifted out. He only seemed to join the conversation when he was asked direct questions, otherwise he busied himself with his laptop. (‘It’s hard on him to be away from his work." Suzanne said about him).
But, this was fine with me, as I was so thoroughly enjoying her company. Other than a quick weekend ‘fling’ with one of my graduate assistants 8 months ago, I had buried myself in my other interests, but seeing Suzanne, made me realize how much was missing from my life. Her interests were as varied as mine, and when she found that I was a professor of ‘creative writing’ at a small college, she shared her enthusiasm with me even going toe to toe with me debating the merits of certain authors. I found myself grinning broadly at her while she talked with me - so enjoying the reparte with such an attractive woman.
‘What’s so funny?’ she asked, noticing my grin.
“It’s such a nice change having discussions like this with a real woman, rather than a college student. My life tends to be twenty-something year olds these days.”
“Are you calling me old?” - She was grinning now.
“How about ‘older?” I said, playing the game with her.
“Well, it can’t be all bad being around those college girls can it?” She said, looking directly into my eyes.
“Been there, done that, - not interested in going back” I smiled, challenging her look.
She raised her eyebrows in amusement, and something else which I couldn’t quite figure out.
“Well, to change the subject,” she said while still looking directly at me, “I want to take a guided hike tomorrow, and thought that you might be able to tell me who would be a good person to do it?”
I pointed to a tall, very fit man at the bar, complete with dreadlocks, - “He’s the guy, I’ve used him twice this week already, but to warn you, he leaves very early. Are you sure you’ll both be up to leaving at 6 in the morning?”
“I’m a morning person, I’m usually up that early. And, it’’ll be just me going solo, Stephen will be parking himself either here, or on the beach if the sun isn’t too strong.” With that she went over to the bar to talk to Toma. Stephan and I sat in silence at the table, as he did not seem the least bit interested in talking with me, nor did he seem to notice any of the sparks that had been flying across the table between his wife and me..
Suzanne returned, with a drink for herself, and another one for me.
“Payback for the tip!” she smiled as she sat down.
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“He’s got a fairly large group going tomorrow, but I’ll join in too”
We continued chatting for another half hour, and I could feel my pulse livening as I sat there with her. I kept repeating to myself that this was silly, she’s married, he’s sitting right across from me, but I couldn’t stop myself from flirting with her, or catching her eye. Finally, I stood and told them that I was heading back to my house, before the moonlight was lost, as I didn’t have a flashlight along. Stephan shook my hand, and then Suzanne did the same, grasping it lightly with both hands. A shock ran through my body at her touch, and I hoped she (or her husband) didn’t notice. I bid them goodnight - hoping to catch them tomorrow.
The next morning I rose early as I usually did there to catch the awakening of the earth. My trail today was into the forest, then back along the coast, about 5 miles in all. The nice thing about the coast trails were that you could hike in shorts and a tshirt - not having to worry about snakes, or mosquitoes. So, I felt light on my feet and was loving every moment. Sometime around mid morning, I was heading back along the coast, having just climbed one of the many finger points between the secluded beaches. I had my binoculars out and was scanning ahead for anything interesting, but what I saw was a complete shock. On the beach below was one of the twenty-something year old college girls I had seen earlier, with one of the locals from the bar. They had spent the night on the beach, and he was laying on his back. She was touching him, pumping him with her hand. The sight of her white hand, moving on his black body was shocking in it’s sexuality. She had her side of the sleeping bag half covering her, with one beautiful breast bared.. His side had the covers pulled back completely - he was thoroughly enjoying what she was doing. The openness with which she touched him, and the ease in which she let herself be naked was erotic. I was mesmerized watching her, when suddenly I heard a voice behind me.
“Well, did you find any good wildlife?”
It was Suzanne. I put my binoculars down, feeling myself blush at what I had been doing. She told me how she had decided to head off on her own, since the group was so large, and noisy. Toma pointed her to the path that led to the ocean, and that was how she ended up with me.
“Come on!” she said, pulling me by my hand - “lets walk together.”
I pulled her back playfully saying:
“Well, there’s a bit of wildlife down there that I don’t think we should disturb”
Her binoculars were in her backpack, where she had also stored her long pants and other clothes from the forest part of the hike. I handed her mine which were still around my neck - and I leaned forward so she could see.
“You dirty old man!” she laughed. “So, that’s what you do out here.” She then laughed, letting me know she was playing with me. Still looking through the binoculars she said,
“hmm… I would think that sand would get into places one wouldn’t want it to.”
She handed them back to me, and I looked. The girl was now laying on her back, and he was now laying between her legs…his head down, licking her pussy. Her back was slightly arched upwards, and her neck bent back. Black and White, muscles, and smoothness.
“Well, it certainly looks like she’s enjoying herself, and I know he certainly is” I said.
“How do you know he’s having fun? I always felt that most men do that simply to get to the next step?” She said.
As usual, I found her frankness disarming, delightful, and in this context thoroughly erotic.
“Well, I can only speak for myself, but they say it is better to give than receive… and I love giving.” I said looking at her with a grin.
She stood before me with the wind blowing her hair, a tank top on, and running shorts covering her fit ass. “Warning, Warning” kept passing through my brain. ‘She’s married’….
To distract myself from her I looked through the binculars again.
“Wow!” I said, chuckling quietly, and I set the binoculars back down.
“What’s happening?” she asked.
“He’s….uh…” I was searching for the right words to tell her that the man was on top of her… he was inside of her, moving, thrusting.
“He’s what?” she asked.
“Uhm, He’s…” I still was trying to figure out if I should say that to her…
“Fucking her?” she asked.
I felt myself intake a big breath. To hear Suzanne say those words ‘fucking her’ - it was so blunt, and sexy. I chuckled at my own inability to be so direct, but then decided to go along with it.
“Yes, he’s fucking her…., fucking her , hard….”
Suzanned reached for the binoculars which were still around my neck. She stepped nearer to me, and slipped. She fell, and since the binocular strap was still around my neck she pulled me down with her onto the sandy point. We both lay there prone, side by side like a couple of holiday snipers, laughing at what had just happened. I slid next to her and handed her the binoculars again - and she watched. As she watched them, I watched her. My face was near hers, and I took a deep breath smelling her skin and hair. Her scent was so, well, feminine. I wanted her so bady. I watched her closely, and noticed that she was lightly biting her lower lip. Watching them down below was having an effect on her, I was certain. I had to touch her. I had to see how she would respond. My own body was hard, and uncomfortable. Without her noticing I reached my hand down, and adjusted my hard cock so it lay along my stomach, pointing up the lenght of my body, held in place by the top band of my underwear.
I lay on my side facing her, and placed my hand on the small of her back, and found where her shirt had slid up, so I had the delicious feeling of skin to skin contact. Her only response was a slight upturn of the corners of her lips, an almost imperctible, impish smile. She continued to watch. My hand stroked her back lightly, and my pulse was pounding. She set the binoculars down, and turned on her side towards me. My hand moved to her hip and traced up the side of her body to her face. I held her there for a moment while we both looked at each other and then I moved forward and kissed her.
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Everything changed at that moment - when our lips touched, nothing else existed, except for our absolute hunger for each other. We kissed almost like old lovers, knowing what we wanted, and not afraid to show it. Finally she pulled back, looked at me with a big grin, and pushed me onto my back.
“I think I need to challenge you on something you said earlier.”
she said with a grin while looking down my body, and stopping at my shorts, where the head of my cock was entirely visible. She reached down, and with just the tips of her fingers stroked the head of my cock.
I was too turned on to care to ask what she meant by what she had said, and watched her hand touch me. Her touch was light, and insistent. I could see that she was enjoying both the feeling for herself, and that she was enjoying the pleasure that she was giving me. Finally she undid my shorts, and moved them and my underwear down. My cock was there in the sunlight, hard, needing her. She moved down between my legs and began to kiss the shaft, her tongue teasing the tip, or making a trail up the sides. I could hear the sounds coming out of me as I watched her suck and tease me. She was framed by the sunlight and the ocean, and her tank top hung down so that I could see her breasts as she moved her tongue along my cock. I reached down, putting my hand inside her top, cupping her breasts as she sucked harder on me. I grasped her almost too hard in my lust for her body, and she moaned, never stopping the motion of her mouth. The heat of her body, and the sensations of sight, touch, and sound were almost overwhelming.
Quickly I was near the point of no return. I pulled my hands out of her shirt, and grasped her hair, pulling her head backwards, off of my cock. I didn’t want to cum yet, and I was a bit shocked at myself with the force with with I pulled her off of me. She looked at me, my hands still tangled in her hair, her hands holding my hard, wet cock. With a wonderfully playful grin, laughing lightly she said:
“See!… receiving is just as much fun.”
My head was foggy with lust… I laughed, finally understanding what she had meant before, and gently pulled her towards me. She inched forwards on her knees saying. “Well, am I right…. do you want me to keep going?”
My hands were on her thighs helping guide her up my body, and keeping her steady in the sand. Holding her tightly I slid them up her legs and said: “I want this - I want you.”
My hands slid under her shorts, and quickly found her - wet, hot… open, and it was I, not her who moaned when I slipped my fingers into her pussy. Knowing that she was as turned on as I, that her wetness was an acknowledgement that we both needed the same thing, pushed my desire to have her even greater heights.. I watched her kneeling above me, head back, my hands up her running shorts, the hairs of her pussy visible. One hand on her ass, keeping her forward where I could slide my fingers farther into her. Squeezing her tight ass, holding her hostage to my hands, teasing more wetness from her. Then, suddently, it was Suzanne who quickly grasped my hands pulling them off of her..
“Stop!”….. she gasped.
“What do you want?” I asked her… breathing hard “Tell me.”
Without any words she reached down to my cock… held it upwards… and slowly lowered herself onto it. Her shorts were still on her, but she simply moved them aside… and guided me into her.
I’m not going to lie and say that we made love for hours. We didn’t. Though, in some ways we began making love when we first met. Our first kiss was the meeting of our eyes. Our first sexual touch was when she shook my hand saying ‘goodnight’, and in the privacy of our dreams that night we began making love. So, now, here, with the sun above us, and the waves crashing on the shores below, we were continuing something we had started hours before.
Suzanne moved up and down on me, and my hands grasped skin wherever they could find it. My hands pulled the top of her shirt down, exposing her to the air, and my lips found her breasts. Biting them in restrained desire… teasing them hard. My hands held her ass tight.
“oh fuck,” She said gently… “oh fuck,” Like a mantra… over and over… .light words… hot words… erotic words. She would lower herself down on my body, then lightly rock her hips forward so that her clitoris would push against my pubic bone. My hands helped her, guided her, and pulled her down harder onto me, and sometimes they controlled her body.
“oh fuck, oh fuck…” her words were coming quicker, more urgently, louder… I could tell she was close to orgasm. She suddenly moved as if she were going to lift herself off of me to keep from cumming, but I pulled her down by her hips, and held her hard against me, my cock buried as deep in her body as it could be. I could feel the involuntary motions of her body, I could hear her breath, her voice all reaching that single point. She fell forward onto her hands. I looked down the length of our bodies, seeing her breasts hanging over me. I could see my cock disappearing into her, I could feel her body quivering in release and desire, and I felt a roar being torn from my body. As I felt myself cumming in her, she reached up with one arm, holding my head against her breast.
We lay like that - feeling the pulses of each other’s bodies, listening to the sounds of nature, and living in a place where nothing else existed. After a while of kissing, and holding, we gathered up everything, and walked quietly back to the plaza, where we made plans to ‘bump into each other’ that evening for dinner.
When Suzanne and Stephen walked into the restaurant that night for dinner, she saw me, and her face looked pained. But, I knew it wasn’t the pain of having done something she regretted. It was the same pain that I felt, the pain of having experienced something, that you’re not certain you’ll ever have again in life. The rest of the evening was much like our first one. She exuded gaiety, life and sensuality. He, was in his own world. How could he not see that bright light that he had married. How I so wanted to reach across the table, grasp her in my hands, and kiss her again now, as I had hours earlier.
In the morning, when they took the bus out of town, I was upstairs on the veranda. Suzanne looked around for me, but didn’t see me. While Stephen was off talking to the driver she pinned a piece of paper on the bulletin board. I knew it was for me. I didn’t have time to get down to her to say a real goodbye, and it would have been more painful to do it when neither of us could have expressed our emotions. As her bus pulled away, she was sitting at a window. She looked all around searching for me, and then, finally looked up and saw me. Her face changed, and we both simply smiled at each other. There was no pain in her face this time.
We both knew it wasn’t over.
The End
Glorious Glory Hole
Tory was about the horniest she could remember ever being when she pulled up to the service station. For one reason or another, she hadn’t done any fucking in almost two weeks, and the situation was exacerbated when she sat on the lumpy car seat and drove on the old, pot-holed road. Every bump or hole she hit drove something against her needy pussy and, by the time she had been driving for an hour, she desperately needed to do something for relief. She needed gasoline also, but, mostly, she wanted to stop in the modern, new service station and use the restroom, so she could sit down and play with her clit until she climaxed.
Once she got into the last stall in the ladies’ rest room, with the door locked, she breathed a sigh of relief at finally being able to satisfy her needs. With her skirt hiked up above her hips, Tory pulled her panties down around her thighs, sat on the toilet and scuffed off her shoes. Once her ass was settled, with her pussy hanging over the front of the seat where she could reach it easily, she pulled the panties off the rest of the way and stuffed them into her purse. She might put them back on before she went back to her car, but probably not.
From the anticipation, her pussy was already dripping wet, so Tory rubbed some of the fluid onto the tips of the thumb and index finger of her right hand. Carefully using them to pinch her clit between two folds of her lips, she started slowly stroking up and down. It felt good enough, and she knew she would cum from the action, but it was not as satisfactory as she would have liked. What she really wanted was a big, hard cock or, failing that, a big dildo or vibrator.
She had been in such a hurry to get into the rest room stall and get her panties off that Tory hadn’t paid much attention to the interior of the stall before sitting down. However, once her fingers got to fondling her clit at a good tempo, she looked around. To her right, and just in front of her was a hole in the wall, about two inches across. She knew she was in the last stall in the ladies’ room, and on the other side of the partition was the men’s room. That meant that there could well be some unknown slimy bastard on the other side, peeking through the hole and watching her as she played with her pussy. A quick burst of embarrassment turned her normally freckled white face pink, but that possibility was not enough to deter her from what she needed to do. Tory’s fingers continued their slow stroking of her clit.
“What kind of a pervert,” she asked herself, “peeps through a hole in the wall to look at a woman sitting on the toilet?”
She hadn’t spoken aloud, but someone responded to her anyhow. “Would you like something better than your fingers?” a soft masculine voice hoarsely whispered to her.
When she heard him, Tory realized it was a glory hole, not just a peep hole. She didn’t recognize the voice, which was not surprising, since she had never been in this service station before. The speaker sounded like an African American, probably about her age, which was thirty years old. Whatever or whoever he was, he was a man, and almost certainly had something to offer that would be a lot more fun than her fingers.
“Have you got something better?” she asked the unseen man.
There was no verbal response, but the man on the other side of the partition answered her question by thrusting his dark brown cock through the hole. It was big and hard, just the kind that Tory had been wishing for while she sat playing with her clit. To her, as she gazed lustfully at the unknown man’s erection, it was as welcome as a long, thick chocolate bar would have been to a chocoholic. The problem was that the handsome cock was not encased in a condom. Tory had no wish to become pregnant or to contract AIDS or some STD from such a casual encounter as she was about to start having.
“Don’t you have a rubber?” she asked the owner of the cock.
“No. I don’t like to use them.” He was whispering, but Tory didn’t bother. There was nobody else in her rest room anyhow.
It would have been a simple matter for Tory to back up against the partition where the long, thick cock awaited her pleasure, and taken it deeply into her pussy. She was wet enough, and really wanted to do just that, but caution and common sense prevailed. The temporary satisfaction of a good fucking just wasn’t worth the risk involved, but that did not mean she was going to pass up this opportunity to alleviate her horniness. Getting herself off with her fingers on her clit was an inferior, although adequate cure for the condition, but it would be much better to have a nice cock, such as the one protruding through the hole, to suck off while she was masturbating.
“Okay,” Tory told the man behind the wall, reaching out and reassuringly fondling his hard shaft with her fingers. As she slowly stroked, she liked the contrast between the rich dark color of the cock she was about to start sucking and her fair, freckled skin of her hand and wrist.
Using her other hand to keep her skirt off the floor, Tory knelt in front of the cock that was poking through the wall for her. When she was on her knees, it was at just about the right height to easily take into her mouth. Still holding lightly to what she would be sucking, Tory spread her legs widely enough for the fingers of her right hand to resume what they had been doing to her clit, and made herself comfortable. She leaned forward and started licking the dark, almost purple head of the rampant cock. That was always Tory’s favorite way to start giving a blow job, because she loved the sensation of her tongue against the velvety texture.
She expanded on the contact, moving her tongue in concentric circles as she leaned closer and took the mushroom-shaped head between her lips, until her tongue was caressing under the hard ridge. The cock presented to her was long and thick, just the kind Tory liked, either in her pussy or in her mouth, and she spread her lips wide and started to envelop it. While her fingers slowly and gently stroked her clit, Tory leaned forward, keeping her tongue busy while she happily filled her mouth with the dark cylinder.
“Geeez, that feels good,” the unseen man moaned.
It felt good to Tory too, but she didn’t say anything. She had much better things to do with her mouth than to respond to what some guy said to her, even though she took it as a compliment. It felt even better as she moved her face forward, letting the hard, brown shaft surge between her lips and more deeply into her mouth. It was thick enough that she had to open wide, but not so thick that she risked hurting her jaw to accommodate it. Her tongue was also pleasantly occupied as it caressed the smooth skin stretched so tightly around its hardness.
When she felt the tip pressing against the back of her throat, Tory smiled to herself. She would give the man deep throat, but not for a little while. First, she wanted to revel in having his shaft glide in and out of her mouth for a few minutes, while her own fingers played with her clit. Tory moved her face back until just the end of the unknown man’s cock was still held by her lips, and fondled it affectionately with her tongue, stroking all over the head and around the ridge and probing the tip of her tongue into the slit.
She didn’t have to hold onto him; the man on the other side wasn’t going to walk away from such a good thing, so Tory used her left hand to unbutton her blouse, lift her bra, and start to tweak one of her rigid nipples. With her right hand stroking her clit, her left hand fondling her breasts and her mouth moving back and forth, engulfing and releasing the big, brown cock, she was truly enjoying herself. She could tell the man was too, by his moans and gasps, and by the way he didn’t simply back away from the partition.
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It got even better for both of them. Tory truly loves sucking cocks, and she is good at it. In fact, she took pride in being able to take almost any man’s equipment all the way into her mouth, and suck him off, bringing him to a strong climax and swallowing his cum. The man on the other side of the glory hole was well-hung, but she had deep-throated bigger cocks than his. The next time the tip pressed against the back of her mouth, Tory didn’t stop moving her face forward. She adjusted the angle of her head, opened her throat, the way she had learned to do, and let the end of the cock slide in. Not until her lips were being tickled by the man’s curly, black pubic hair did she stop.
With every inch of the long shaft inside her mouth and throat, she laved its entire length with her tongue, while the muscles in her throat massaged the head. After a few seconds, Tory moved her face back, still caressing the shaft with her tongue, until only the head was between her lips. After licking all over that part and probing the slit again, she moved her face forward, until the head of the cock was once more being massaged by her throat.
This went on for a long time, because Tory’s lips and throat and tongue and the fingers moving up and down on her clit maintained the same, slow pace. She was relishing everything about her rest room adventure, from the cock she was sucking to how her clit felt between her fingers to the aroma of the juices dripping from her pussy onto the floor. Obviously, the man was too, because he kept whispering to her how good it was, and Tory could hear his moans and sighs and other sounds that signified happiness.
It couldn’t last forever, though, or even all day. Already, her pussy was moving involuntarily, fucking against the hand that was fondling her clit. Her level of pleasure had been slowly building up, like a volcano that was still bubbling under the surface, but that would soon explode in a mighty eruption. That eruption was still in the future but, even though she was doing everything slowly to make it last, her volcano would be bursting through in a few minutes. Wanting the man to cum first, and fill her mouth with semen, Tory started moving her lips faster and for a shorter distance, because she decided to stop deep-throating the man.
Tory has always relished the taste of a man’s cum. She likes to think of it as a reward for properly sucking him off, and hates to be deprived of her treat. She is also aware that sometimes a man will cum abruptly, with little or no warning, and Tory didn’t want his semen to be shot directly down her throat, depriving her of its delicious flavor and texture. To prevent that, she always wants her tongue to be in a position to catch it, so she can enjoy all the benefits of having him cum in her mouth. The man on the other side of the partition didn’t seem to have any objection. His happy noises seemed to be even louder.
Faster and faster Tory sucked, until she felt the cock throbbing in her mouth. Knowing the man would be climaxing momentarily, she positioned her tongue under the pathway of his cock, where it would catch everything he gave her. The fingers on her clit moved faster, matched by the way her pussy fucked against her hand, but she knew she wouldn’t cum until after he did. She also knew that the delightful taste and texture of the juices she would soon have in her mouth would add to the power and intensity of her orgasm.
The sucking-off continued, until the man’s cock jerked in her mouth and, seconds later, pumped out a big gob of cum. It landed on her tongue, right where Tory wanted it, and she savored it, before moving it to the bottom of her mouth, where she would be able to swirl it around and relish the texture besides the taste. Tory’s mouth didn’t stop sucking, because she expected the man to ejaculate at least one more time, and she certainly didn’t want him to remove his cock and leave until he had, and she had enjoyed that, and everything else she could get.
The second ejaculation landed right on her tongue, and was just as delicious as the first had been, and the third followed seconds later. She continued stroking the cock between her lips. Even though she already had a mouthful of cum, Tory wanted more, if it was to be available, and also to lick everything off his hard shaft, and squeeze out and enjoy anything that was inside. She really loves semen, and didn’t want any of it to be wasted.
What had already been caught by on her tongue certainly wasn’t wasted. Finally sure there would be no more cum for her, Tory removed her mouth from around the cock, holding it tightly enough to keep the man from walking away, but loosely enough that it would not be painful. She swirled his cum around in her mouth, savoring its taste - slightly salty, with a tinge of fish, but still delicious - and its thick texture, until she swallowed it, even enjoying the way it slipped down her throat. There was more, clinging to the outside of the softening cock she held in her hand, and Tory’s tongue meticulously cleaned off every drop.
She knew there was still more, on the inside of the shaft in her hand. Reaching through the hole in the wall and placing her thumb as close to his scrotum as she could, and her fingers on the opposite side, Tory started slowly moving her hand toward her waiting mouth. As she moved it, more cum oozed through the slit, and she caught it on her tongue. When her thumb and fingers reached the ridge, and she had squeezed out everything, the tip of Tory’s tongue probed the slit for the last time, trying to get even the tiniest of droplets. Then and only then, she released her hold on the cock that had been so much fun to suck off. It disappeared back through the glory hole, and she heard the noise made by a zipper, followed seconds later by the sound of the door closing as the man exited the stall he had been occupying.
There was still a lot of fun ahead. Even while concentrating on the tasty treat that had been her reward, Tory’s fingers had been just as active on her clit. The cock going in and out between her lips, followed by the texture and taste that had pleased her mouth so much would be enough to result in a great orgasm in a few seconds. For stability, both hands surrounded her pussy, and Tory remained kneeling on the floor, not wanting to interrupt the rhythm of her fingers on her clit, as she felt her body quivering from the reaction.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” she whimpered, her exclamations keeping time with her fingers. Tory hoped nobody would hear her, but she was not concerned enough to even consider stopping. Just before she started cumming, Tory pressed her forearm against her mouth, to stifle the cries of joy that might have proved embarrassing if anybody else were to hear them. Silently, she writhed on her knees for almost a minute, almost falling to the floor, until all her muscles clenched, and she climaxed, ramming her pussy against her own hand for an ultimate time.
After her orgasm, probably the best she had ever experienced without having her pussy full of something, Tory leaned against the wall, the glory hole just inches in front of her face. Briefly, she wondered what she would do if another cock were to poke through into her space, but she never had to decide, because it didn’t happen. Tory remained where she was, catching her breath, for another minute, before getting to her feet and moving over to sit on the toilet seat for a few more minutes. She needed to rest, and she hoped the man she had just sucked off would be gone from the service station by the time she left the rest room. Not having seen his face, she wouldn’t have known him, but he might have been waiting for her outside the door. She had nothing against him, but she really wasn’t looking for a relationship just then.
Finally, Tory was ready to leave. After straightening out her clothing, she left the stall, washed her hands, and glanced around when she strolled casually out of the rest room. Nobody took any notice of her as she walked to her car, got in and drove away. The great orgasm had alleviated her horniness, and there was a vibrator and two dildos waiting in her apartment if she needed any more relief that day.
The End
Destination Ecstacy
I zipped past you on my way into town, couldn’t help but notice how tired you looked, hitchhiking in that hot Texas sun, knapsack on your back. I hadn’t seen you around before, and though I briefly thought about picking you up, I remembered my mama always telling me to never pick up strangers, no matter how harmless they looked. I figured you had no idea that it was at least another four miles into town, and though this was the main road, it was not traveled all that much.
Here I was in my air conditioned Toyota pick-up, drinking a cold Bud, jamming to some Eagles tunes. It just didn’t seem fair. I recalled the look of disappointment when I passed by you. You did look damn good in that tank top, those tanned arms looking so strong and able. Your Levi’s fitting just snug enough to outline your firm ass. I had to be crazy to not check you out.
Trying to justify my reasons for wanting to go back and get you, I thought about the fencing I needed repaired around my ranch, the roof I needed patched. You looked like you could handle the job. Adding to that, I hadn’t been laid in nearly two months and I was damn tired of doing it myself. I needed a warm body next to me, if only for a few days.
In town, I picked up my groceries, paid some bills. I decided that if I saw you again, on my way home, I would stop and offer you a cold beer. It was the least I could do. I was not happy to see you still waiting for a ride in the sweltering sun, yet something inside of me wouldn’t let me drive by you again. The dust clouds rolled at the roads edge as I slowed my truck up beside you. You forced a tired smile my way.
“I saw you drive by earlier, how much further to town?” you asked.
My mind was racing with aroused thoughts and up close, you looked even better. You noticed me checking you out and commented that you looked a whole lot better after a shower. That was about all the invitation I needed.
“Hop in girlfriend, I’ve got just what you need.”
I handed this dark haired stranger a much needed cold beer. On the way back to my ranch, I explained that I needed some help around the place and though you said you were just passing through, you wouldn’t mind helping me out for a few days for a little bit of traveling money. I agreed to make it worth your time. Much more than you even knew. We got home and I showed you to a cool shower, and threw your sweaty, dusty clothes into the washing machine, knowing full well that you would have to ask me for something to wear.
You left the bathroom door open just a bit and I couldn’t help spying for just a moment or two. Your naked outline was somewhat visible through the frosted shower curtain, and with my eyes I traced the shape of your firm breasts and small hips, all the while imagining what you might be like in bed. It made my pussy all hot and creamy, I could feel my temperature rising.
Hearing the water stop, I quickly ran into the kitchen to fix you some lunch, putting my aching desires behind me for the time being. You entered a few minutes later, with my robe loosely tied around you. I looked up from the sandwiches I was preparing, my eyes focusing on your neck, the cleavage you carelessly tried to hide. You could see my loss of composure at that moment. I nervously asked if you wanted something to eat. You stared into my eyes and softly said
“Yes…I do.”
Knowing full well what you meant, my excitement grew as I moved closer to loosen the robes belt even more. My eyes quickly fell to a most enticing pair of firm breasts. I began salivating, anticipating the feel of those hardened nipples in my mouth. I pushed back the robe from your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, chills shot through me.
“I want you, now.” I whispered.
You just smiled. I led you to the large sheepskin rug in the living room. You looked so incredibly sexy laid out on that cloud of softness. I removed my clothes and lay down beside you, finding intense pleasure as our flesh touched. Your desires were ignited as my body hovered over you, making you mine. You pulled my breast into your mouth, sucking hard, exciting me even more,
“Oh, baby, yes, that feels so good.”
Your hands slid down my waist and cupped my ass cheeks. I pressed myself against you. As I lifted up, your fingers slipped deeply into my moist cavern. I thrust myself down onto them, riding slowly, up and down, in and out, in and out. I wanted to cum so desperately, but not before taking you. I moved down and buried my face deeply into your sweetness, the scent of pure woman and gentle perfume making me dizzy. I tenderly licked and sucked your clit, I could feel it swell in my mouth as your body writhed around on the rug. Your legs spread widely, inviting me to stay. I could feel your firm hands on my head, as you ground your throbbing pussy into my face.
“Suck me baby!” You moaned.
“Make me cum! Please don’t stop.”
I pressed my tongue deeply into your love hole and flicked my tongue teasingly across your clit. You let go with a violent orgasm, your screams of pleasure filling the room. Tears came to your eyes as the second and third waves of passion captivated you and I held you closely until the tremors subsided. You had completely submitted to my pursuit.
I lay back next to you and began to masturbate. My clit was incredibly swollen, my wetness undeniable. I felt your gentle hands begin to knead my breasts and as you rolled my hard nipples between your fingers, it made me gasp with intense pleasure. You straddled my leg and rubbed your hot pussy up and down my thigh. Your milky cream oozed from your depths. You pushed my hand away and firmly but slowly began rubbing my throbbing pink flesh. I was so close to exploding but you masterfully kept me at ecstasy’s edge as you enjoyed the intensity of our connection. You leaned down to kiss me, softly licking your taste from my mouth. Our tongues entwined in a lustful banter and I was lost in the forceful way you were now taking me.
Your nipples merged with mine and just as the sparks of arousal began to take me higher, you pulled away. You were teasing me and despite how much I disliked wanting to beg for some release, my soft, painful whimpers could not be squelched. You grinned slyly but moved down and positioned yourself between my legs. I could feel your hot breath on my aching pussy, feel your fingers slowing separating my swollen lips. I slightly lifted my ass off of the floor, offering myself to you. What seemed like an eternity, was only seconds but soon I felt the warmth of your mouth sampling my fruit. As the tip of your tongue swept across my pink folds, I tensed as your fingers also slipped deep inside of my pussy. The feeling was incredible as you sucked my hardened button into your mouth and gently slid your fingers in and out of me. Your assault was divine as my body convulsed in a series of earth shaking orgasms, each one better than the last.
Finding no need for food, we spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying the pleasures of one another, putting off fencing for another day.
The End
Sunset on Cedar Key
I had slipped away to Cedar Key for a weekend of relaxation. Work had been terribly hectic and I was hoping that some quiet time would improve my outlook not only about my job, but my personal life as well.
I checked into the Island Hotel just blocks from the center of the Cedar Key activities. I loved what I’d read in the brochure about the hotel being like a short step into the past. An old hotel that was once used as a post office, general store, rumored to be a whorehouse, and had now been restored to a quaint bed and breakfast. No telephones, TV’s or usual distractions. Sounded like my kind of place.
I checked into my room on the second floor, plopped onto the queen size wrought iron bed and laid there staring at the slowly whirring ceiling fan that gently rocked above me. It was almost sad to be enjoying this cozy little room by myself but I made a mental note that when I did find the right woman to share it with, I would come back here with her. I had two large windows in my room with heavy oak slat blinds and when I turned them open to get a view of the gulf just yards away, I felt as though I had really come to some far away island. I could see the dolphins leaping in the distant waters, small boats passing by, men fishing from the pier. It was all very serene. I needed to freshen up from the long drive I’d made, so I undressed and slipped into a bubble bath in the old iron claw foot tub that was in my private bathroom. I relaxed for some time, sipping a glass of wine that I’d bought at the bar downstairs. The silence was almost deafening but I could occasionally hear the creaking of the old hardwood floors as other guests checked into their rooms, gentle laughter from a honeymoon couple, the housekeepers cleaning the few vacant rooms that were left.
I dressed and headed downtown to visit some of the artsy shops, chat with some of the locals and take some pictures. Something I love to do. I decided to take the riverboat cruise to see some of the out of the way sights and learn more about the area. I was getting some fabulous shots of the dolphins, who were quite active today, and also some of the other Florida wildlife that is not often seen by visitors.
I had taken notice of this attractive woman sitting across from me and though flirting was not really on my mind today, every time I looked her way, our eyes would meet and we’d share a smile. A long, lingering smile. It actually got to the point, during our one hour cruise, that I sensed a rather deep connection between us, yet I didn’t know why. When we returned to the dock, she brushed past me, her arm touching my breast ever so slightly. Our eyes again met, lingered, a smile was exchanged, and she was gone. So okay, I was feeling a little…lonely….and who doesn’t enjoy flirting now and then. We all need that.
I ventured off to a more secluded part of the island, which according to the locals, was the perfect spot to catch the summer sunset. Camera ready, I found myself a small clearing on a sand dune and got comfortable. During my wait, I enjoyed the late afternoon breezes coming off the ocean and I let my mind wander away to fantasies of moments not yet enjoyed. Why was she there in my mind, the woman I’d exchanged smiles with on the boat. We were strangers….yet….she moved me. It was the eyes, something in the eyes. They drew me in to their darkness. I felt vulnerable for a moment. So unlike me, the woman who prides herself on control. An old friend once told me that it is usually the submissive personality who has control of the situation. I think she was right, even now, this woman was creeping into my mind. Her brush across my breast as she passed, was that intentional? After all, the crowd got off the boat at the same time, shuffling like a herd of cattle. Contact was inevitable. A bit forward on her part, don’t you think, but no, don’t think….erotic…very erotic. I felt an unexpected drop of moisture forming in my panties, a slight twinge deep inside of me. Hmmmm, perhaps something to think of this evening, when I’m in bed…alone.
I readied my camera as the sunset was only moments away. It was going to be wonderful. I snapped frame after frame of the enormous fireball that was melding into horizon. The reflection across the calm waters drew a path right to me, so magnificent that I felt I could walk across the rainbow stream of reds, yellows and oranges and let it guide me to a peaceful place I’d often imagined in my childhood dreams. Darkness came within moments. A silence only broken by the gently moving waters, the night birds, frogs, other shore creatures beginning their foraging in the absence of interruption. Movement, I heard movement, rustling in the tall grass behind me. “Beautiful sunset…wasn’t it?”
A tender, yet soft spoken voice pierced the silence. I jumped, having thought quite confidently, that I was alone.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I see you are a lover of sunsets as well?”
I turned to see it was you. The woman from the boat ride. I could still feel my heart in my stomach for the moment.
“Uh, yes. Actually, I’m a lover of many things.” I responded. Why the hell did I say that, now I sound like a geek. Quick, say something else.
“I didn’t know you were here, watching.” I said.
The moon was high above us now, full and bright. You moved closer. I saw your tender smile.
“You weren’t supposed to know I was…watching.” you said playfully.
“Can I join you on your blanket?”
I slid over to give you some room.
“My name is Onyx……and you?”
I cleared my throat of the lingering nervousness.
“Jess”.
My shyness was showing it’s ugly head and I was finding conversation very difficult. I could feel your stare as you waited for something more. You’d have better luck waiting on a coconut to fall of the tree.
“Did you enjoy the riverboat ride?” you asked.
There was that vulnerable feeling again, yet I could not help but think about our connection earlier in the day. C’mon…take control here girl. I turned to look you directly in the eye.
“Yes I did, very much.”
Our eyes met in the darkness and I was mesmerized as I studied every curve and line in your face that was bathed by the milky moonlight. It’s all over. I’m hooked. I studied your cheeks, your chin, your lips. I lingered at the lips. As you leaned forward I could feel my entire body tense up, but not out of fear. Our lips met, gently, tenderly, hesitating to fully touch. Was it okay with you, was it okay with me? Damn brain…stop. Just stop! You pulled back and the loss felt astounding. You were re-thinking your actions.
“Forgive me, Jess, it’s just that…..” I finished your sentence. “connection?”
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We sat there frozen in the moment. I took your hand in mine and let my finger trace the outline of yours. I could feel you shiver as I proceeded up your arm, stopping at your shoulder. I placed my hands on your shoulders and gently laid you back on my blanket. My fingertips slid like silk across your soft skin. The moonlight gave your eyes this romantic little glint, yet I sensed something much more intense inside. Something I wanted very much to discover.
I leaned over and placed my lips on yours, kissing you ever so tenderly. I could feel the sweatiness of your palms, they were no different than mine, yet the passion each of us felt we were concealing, was much more obvious than we wanted to accept. Your lips were warm and inviting, our tongues gently teasing the other. My need of you was incredible and as I lay there partially on you, I could feel the moist heat that was generating between your legs onto mine. I was anxious, hungry for a taste of you. I let my warm breath fall to your soft skin as I nibbled on your ear lobe, kissed and licked your neck tenderly. I felt your body surrender to my given pleasures. I could see the anticipation in your eyes when I kissed you, feel the want in your touch as you pulled me into you.
Wanting no barriers between us, I lifted off your tank top and released your bra. Your breasts fell vulnerable to the piercing moonlight. I lingered for a long moment following their outline against the darkness. Their fullness, softness, and your nipples….those lovely nipples. Erect, sensitive. The hunger increases. I kneeled over you and slid off your shorts and panties. You looked so sexy lying against the darkness of my blanket as it draped the soft, white neon sand. You reached up to rub my hard nipples through the fabric of my polo shirt. Even my bra could not hide their erection. I felt a warm rush of excitement take over my body as you caressed me.
I stood before you and slowly undressed. My shirt, my shorts. You sat up and placed your hands on my hips, letting your fingers glide down my thighs and across my furry patch. I could feel my heart beating in my entire body as you slipped in to steal a drop of wetness from my pink folds. It made me shiver as you put my sweetness to your lips and ran your tongue over each covered finger. You pulled me down and rolled over on top of me, straddling me with your firm body. I was helpless as you held me, pinned at the wrists. Your full round breasts pressed against mine, our nipples becoming one. I felt my moisture seeping from my depths as your hot pussy rubbed into mine. You started at my neck, kissing, licking, gently biting. You left a trail of faint wetness that followed down between my breasts. You stopped there, to take my fullness into your hand and guide my nipple into your mouth. I arched my back as you sucked me deeply, but so gently. I felt your tongue flutter around my nipple, your teeth biting just enough to cause me to wince. Precious pain. One breast, then two.
I reached down to feel your pussy but you pushed me away, banning me with a stern look. How fucking hot I was. I moaned, cried softly in disappointment.
“I want to touch you” I whispered.
Your hot breath followed down across my belly to my inner thighs. You slowly separated my legs and began kissing me there. My thighs, my pussy lips. I arched slightly to invite you in but you teased me, taunted me. Your breath so very hot on my fiery pit. A strike, instant and firm, like a snake injecting venom. I felt a shock of intense pleasure against my throbbing clit. Liking what you had discovered, you continued to probe around my pink flesh with your tongue. Sliding, slithering, sucking me into an intense climax. You could hear my cries of pleasure releasing into the night as you took control of entire being. I pulled your head harder into me and with that your tongue shot as deeply into my tight hole as you could get. You slid your hands under my ass cheeks to lift me slightly, allowing you better access to my womanhood. The mixture of your hot breath and your gentle biting sent me over the edge once more, causing me to writhe and shake violently as a river of sweet nectar flowed into your mouth.
I pulled you onto me, wanting to feel your dripping pussy on my breast. You straddled over me and slowly lowered yourself down onto my hardened nipple. Not only was your wetness arousing, the hardness of your clit touching my nipple sent shivers through every nerve ending I had. You slid back and forth gently, fucking my nipple. I pressed it into you and became so excited that I climaxed again just watching your breasts move, watching your wetness ooze down over my breast. I pinched your nipples and squeezed your breasts firmly and whispered “cum for me baby.” You arched back and closed your eyes and as you did, I took hold of your hips and slid you onto my waiting tongue. You sank there, letting my lips suck your clit deeply into my mouth. Your button was hard and very swollen. I fucked it with my tongue, licking every inch of your sweet flesh until you exploded into a series of climaxes, each one getting longer and more intense. I rolled you to the bottom and firmly shoved three fingers into your depths. Your sweet juices covered me and your passions intensified as I slid in and out of you. Your eyes pleaded with me for satisfaction from the ache, the need you had of me. You opened yourself wider for me. I could sense your hesitation to lose all control, but your reserve overruled your hunger. I knew what you needed, wanted and I wanted so much to please you. I eased out of you and you whimpered at my retreat. You kept whispering.
“Please don’t stop baby…please.”
The desperation made your voice crack. I caressed your bush tenderly, letting my fingers glide once more around your pink folds. Slowly, I formed my hand into a small, tight fist and eased my way into your depths. Your body tensed but not from pain. I slid deeply into you, letting my knuckles feel every curve and crevice of your body. It was warm, moist, tight. I could feel the suction you were creating as your pussy seemed to draw my hand in deeper. I gently moved my fingers inside you to let my knuckles rub the more sensitive parts of your flesh. You loved this and begged me not to stop. You were getting wetter as you began to meet my gentle thrusts. We moved in rhythm for a long time and I could not get enough of looking at you lying there, loving my attention. You caressed your breasts, kept licking your lips. You were keeping me so very wet. I could feel my juices dripping down my leg. I could feel the eruption building. Small climaxes but I knew you were holding out for the ultimate. I was going to give it to you. I penetrated you deeper, a little harder now and you began to squirm beneath me.
“I want to hear it baby, I want you to let it all go. Give me what I want lover…what I want from you. Scream baby, let me know how it feels.”
You cried out, the explosion nearing. With my hand still filling you inside, I took my other fingers and began to rub your swollen clit. It was so hard and I loved to touch it. I rubbed it slowly, around and around and I could feel your pussy tightening on me.
“Squeeze me baby, that’s it. The more you do the more I’ll give you. LET GO.” I demanded in a low but firm tone. With that request, the volcano erupted and you screamed out in incredible release, just how good it felt. Whining, whimpering, gripping the blanket beneath you. I held your shaking body until you calmed and we awoke to the sunlight wrapped in my blanket and each other.
The End
E-Male
I knew what time of day she usually checks her email, so I got to her desk first. I crawled underneath it, curling up there so I could give her a big surprise. It wasn’t long before she walked into the room. She wore a white T-shirt and a short black skirt, one that gently caressed her thighs as she walked. I watched her long legs approach the desk. She didn’t see me. I felt my heart skip as she sat down, pulling her chair up closer.
Her knees slid mere centimeters away from my face. As she sat, unaware that she was being watched, she let her legs open slightly. It gave me a perfect view of her crotch.
She wasn’t wearing any panties. I grinned, knowing that meant she was going to read the hot email from the website she runs. It’s a gallery of photos of her in nude and erotic poses. Her exhibitionism had found a perfect outlet.
I heard the click and hum of her computer booting up. Then the squeal of the modem as she connected. While she logged on, I watched her legs open and close as she hummed to herself. I feasted on the perfect view of her shaved pussy. Her hairless lips gently parted by the delicate labia that protruded from its top. Even in the darkness, I could see her slit glistening with her juices. She was excited already, thinking about what she was going to read, and perhaps what she’s read before. The cramped space under her desk filled with her musky scent.
More clicks of her mouse followed as she brought up her email. A moment of silence passed. I could tell she was reading one of her letters. Inwardly, I was hoping that it was a good one so she would start playing with herself. I felt a twinge of disappointment as the mouse clicked again, showing she moved on. I knew she must have been disappointed, too. Another moment passed, followed by another click. The tension was killing me, as well as my back for being in such a cramped space.
Then it happened. I could tell she had hit a good one because she was silent for longer than usual. Her humming stopped. She was totally still as seconds passed. Then I saw a trickle of her juice ooze out of her swollen lips, running down into a small pool on her seat. Her legs slowly parted, widening, giving me an incredible view of her luscious wet pussy. I felt myself beginning to swell in my pants, hardening in anticipation as she shifted a little in her seat. Then it came.
Her hands slid down her hard stomach, dragging her T-shirt slightly with it. She raised her skirt, moving it aside as her other hand moved to her crotch. I shivered as she slid a finger into her moist crevice, squashing the flesh around in circular motions. She slid in another finger, then another. She used two fingers to pry her lips apart. Light glittered off the juices coating her fingertips. Her other hand came down, index finger extended. It began to rub over her clit, a now-hardened bead under its silken hood. She traced slow circles over her clit, moving faster and faster. Her juices now smeared all over her shaven lips. I heard her breathing getting quicker, coming in short gasps. This was a good one.
I made my move. I carefully and slowly reached between her widened and spasming legs. I let my fingertips graze lightly over her outer lips. She didn’t notice me at first, consumed by the sensations she already felt. I was careful to avoid her fingers as I tickled her lips. I could tell by her shivers that she felt it, but hadn’t traced the source. Her legs wobbled rapidly as her gasps become low moans. I try to hold back my laughter as I go a little further. I slowly slid my pinky into her crevice, then move it in and out as gently as I could. Her fingers worked faster, a blur as they mashed her clit. Her hips began to buck, her soft cheeks pressing outward on each hump. She gave off a long, continuous moan now, totally submerged in a world of pleasure.
Then her moan became a scream. She leapt out of her chair, breaking my grip on her pussy. She backed away from the desk, then crouched to look under it. I wiggled my fingers at her, playfully, and she smiled in relief.
“I wanted to give you a surprise,” I said.
She gasped, brushing back some of her hair that fell over her sweaty face. “You sure did.”
Then her look turned playful as she asked, “Want to do the job for me while I read?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
She backed away so I could watch her unbuckle her skirt. She let it slide down her hips onto the floor. Now her hairless slit came into full view. Her eyes locked on mine as she pulled off her T-shirt, exposing the firm nipples resting on the peaks of her soft, rounded breasts. She stood naked before me now, tossing her shirt into a corner as I feasted on her beauty.
She sat down again, this time spreading her legs as wide as they could go as she slid her chair under the desk again. This time I was right there between her thighs as she moved close to me. I began to kiss the inside of her legs, starting at her knees, alternating the right side and the left, tracing a path to her now dripping slit. I brought my face close to her crevice to lightly kiss each of her hanging labia. My lips moistened by her juices.
“Read the email aloud,” I murmured into her slit.
She began to describe the graphic lust of one of her fans. He was telling her how he would eat her, and I couldn’t help thinking how convenient it was as I let my tongue trace a path from the bottom of her slit. Her legs trembled as I licked my way to her hood, then began making wide circles around it with my tongue. The circle grew smaller and smaller until I closed in on her stiffened bud.
Her voice cracked as I began sucking on her clit. I sucked it between my lips, trapping it there as I flicked it inside my mouth with my tongue. She still read, but there was obvious strain in her voice as she described her fan’s desire to ream her pussy. A word broke into a moan. I was determined to keep her from reading as I continued to suckle her clit like a nipple. Then I opened wide, letting my tongue slide under her hood to lap her clit directly.
She gasped, her hips jerking under the onslaught. I backed away, moving my tongue down to her pussy. I parted the outer lips with my tongue, then slipped my pinky inside. It was already wet from its previous journey inside her, and made a wet, squishy noise as it sank in among her hot juicy walls. I moved my tongue back to her clit, beginning the rapid circles again.
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